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ISBN: 978-0-615-32271-1
Set in Constantia
~Dayna
The Rose
Imagine, if you will, a small rose bud, closed tight from the darkness.
In your mind’s eye, think of soft, fragrant petals folding into each
other, shielding the delicate bloom from the elements, protecting the
beauty and fine-spun heart that lies untouched within. Planted in
darkness, she turns into herself, hiding her truest beauty, never
opening for fear of the dark sapping away her prize.
The horizon gives birth to the sun, comforting the bud in it’s golden
hue and warm winds. The silken petals relinquish their fastidious
grasp, offering the first perfume of enchantment to fall upon every
olfactory nerve within a thousand miles. Heads to turn to the heavens,
searching for the source of this fragrant bliss, and harbor their selfish
thoughts of displacement as they go in search for her.
The nearest star, however, remains in it’s place within the heavens,
continuing to offer it’s heat and vibrancy as the warm spring winds lick
the petals open with caution, care, and charm. The sun knows the
rose's needs, it’s wants, and desires. She is not to be plucked and
dethorned. She is to remain still in the earth, admired, but never kept.
The rose, for the first time since plucking it’s sweet head above the
soil, finds strength in the sun’s touch and gentility, and she removes
her hold upon her petals, opening her sweetness to the heavens.
The breeze gently hums along those wickedly soft petals, finding the
center of that flower, massaging her until she opens up, wild and free,
tasting her rose hip, drinking her scent until the bloom feels at ease in
the light of day to linger as she was meant, free.
"We have no word for the man who is excessively fearless; perhaps
one may call such man mad or bereft of feeling, who fears nothing
neither earthquakes nor waves,as they say of the Celts."
~Aristotle
Chapter 1
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of water, she stood in the middle of the room with her robe
hanging wide open, yawning as a glass filled itself under the
tap, and floated gingerly towards her awaiting hand. She
sipped it until she found her voice, and then called out once
more, “Oi! Ty?”
The waves were hitting the rocks down below, and she
stared at them blankly, still partially drunk from her own
celebration hours before.
Glass in hand, she opened the front door and stared out at
the kids making noise and having fun with their store-bought
masks and cut white sheets. A fire in her chest simmered as
the moon looked down at her like a jack-o-lantern sitting
high in the sky. A cluster of stars blinked under the moon,
shining oddly bright considering how the moon was positively
glowing. Dru shut the door quietly, and the gust of wind
knocked out the candles that burned in her carved pumpkins
and gourds. She walked around in little circles for a minute,
taking stock of the photos lining her walls and shelves, the
blankets tossed onto the sofa, the trail of her clothing that
lead down the hall to her bedroom. Stopping in front of her
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One photo made her eyes perk open, fending off the night
of drink. Bright blue water filled the background against an
equally blue sky, making the man’s matching eyes in the
picture positively speak. His hair was as wavy as Dru’s, but
more the colour of ash than gold. She only came up to his
sun-kissed, freckled shoulders. She clamped eyes onto that
photo; his fingers laced into her hair, and their smiles
matched the joy in their eyes. Her vivid cerulean eyes stared
harder and deeper into his blue ones and she felt something,
something just not right. Her cuckoo clock sounded, making
her jump as it let her know it was midnight. Samhain. The
Feast of the Dead. The last note of the cuckoo bird chirped
and the glass in her hand fell with a crash to the hearth, a
wash of tears filling her eyes.
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Chapter 2
Freedom Dance
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items into a bag she had been preparing for months. Peeling
her sweat-dampened costume off her body with a wince, the
young dancer nearly jumped out of her skin when a stern
knock rapped at the door. Wrapping a thick white robe
around her well-toned frame, she caught a glimpse of her
heavily made-up face in the mirror. Huge brown doe-eyes
stared back at her, the thick black liner beginning to streak
her blushed cheeks as she pressed her ear to the door. Her
bottle of water in her left hand, the other went to the door
and she called out in a thick, Russian accent, “Dressing!”
But, another knock came even louder this time, and right
onto her ear. Jumping back, the dancer answered the door;
beads of sweat permeating her brow, making her makeup
nearly melt off of her face.
It was not the large burly guard she was expecting. Instead,
two beautiful women flanking the stage manager stood at her
door. Her eyes bulged at one of them, but she barely
registered the name of the other.
“Monica Raisi and Amber Allen, from, I’m sorry dears, where
did you say you’re from?”
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“Would you care to see the costumes? They are lovely this
year. The stitches are done in real gold, and the fabric is over
one hundred years old.”
She held out the tiny, stiff bodice of her costume she was to
wear in the second act. She stroked it thoughtfully, like it held
a secret. The women joined her, and just as the trio began to
gush over the handiwork, another knock interrupted.
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Once her makeup was retouched and her hair redone, she
posed quickly for the press with her company, feeling dwarfed
by the women flanking her. From left to right was the model,
platinum haired and rake-thin, her eyes glowed in the
darkness of the backstage, Katerina in the middle at just five-
feet tall, and the singer to the right with her soft, golden glow,
desert eyes. They quipped with each other, and kissed each
others cheeks politely, the singer’s hand touching Katerina’s
bare shoulder gently during the photo. But she was forced to
say her goodbye's and was ushered to her place on stage as
the women found their seats.
Time. The forest grave stage prop was set for Katerina. She
was now a little concerned, however. She had not had the
chance to guarantee the exit door was unlocked. She was
terrified, and it showed. She laid on the prop, and allowed the
stagehand to cover her with the faux leaves and branches. As
the second act began in the forest, the curtain parted, and the
dance began. For the first time in her career, in her life, she
was not concentrating on the dance. Her mind was on that
door. Whilst Hilarion visited her grave, and the ghostly
maidens danced around causing the riotous noise she had
been counting on, Katerina slipped beneath the trap door in
the stage floor. The audience could see nothing but a
shapeless form under the piles of artistically created leaves
and grass. Katerina fell to the hard floor below, and dashed at
top speed to the area under the backstage where she saw the
bag hanging from a rafter that she had placed hours before.
She had fifteen minutes before the scene would end and
Giselle would be awakened by the Wili. She frantically
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removed her skirt and slipped on her jeans and tossed a large
bulky sweater over her head to cover the priceless bodice
sticking to her skin. As fast as possible through shaking,
rattled fingers, she unlaced her slippers and shoved on tall
brown boots, and crammed her skirt and slippers into the
satchel after taking out a black coat she bought from a street
vendor. Tossing the satchel over her shoulder, Katerina held
the coat in her hand, and went to the small emergency fire
exit that was no longer being used now the large, up-to-code
ones were installed. Hardly anyone could fit through the tiny
opening since it had been partially blocked, but she could.
She had planned on it.
She braced herself and held her breath, and slipped carefully
through the layers of concrete and brick, and climbed the
skinny, steel ladder that led to a grate on the Parisian Street.
2 minutes.
She was to take only one to change. She had to make up for
it. Katerina sprinted as fast as her body could take her, the
freezing air numbing her throat as she turned off the Place de
l'Opera and headed straight to the Opera metro station.
Her shaky hand fumbled in the cold for the ticket she had
pre-purchased the night before. How tricky she thought she
had been the previous night at dinner when she snuck out
and went next door to the metro station and bought her
ticket. She slipped back easily into the conversation, her
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The sound of the train came from the tunnel. But then, she
heard loud male voices rushing at her from the stairs. Just as
she thought she would collapse from the combination of pain,
exhaustion, hunger, and fear the loud voices showed to be just
teenagers. The train pulled in and stopped before her. Hiding
her face she climbed on and found a seat in a nearly empty
vessel. She breathed a little better as she thought out her plan.
One stop to Havre. Then, she’d switch trains to go to Gare
Saint Lazare, the train terminal. From there, she could be in
London in three hours. Only problem is they could fly there
in less than one. This was the tricky part. She would leave on
the first available and pray it would set her free. Pray, as she
did so diligently her entire life, for one opportunity for
freedom.
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5.3 minutes.
With amazing luck the train came right away and she again
entered the compartment. This train was much busier. In less
than a minute the train was slowing down to the St. Lazare
train terminal. She rushed up the sleek gray steps to find the
schedule. In less than two minutes a train was leaving to
Geneva. The London train was still six minutes off. She was
unsure of what to do. She would blend in seamlessly in
London, but she would have major difficulty in Geneva as she
did not speak German at all. Her Russian and broken English
would be recognised immediately. At least in France, she
could fit in, as she learnt the language from a very early age.
France was simply not far enough away. For all it mattered,
there wasn’t a place on Earth far enough away from the hell
she‘s been living. But the Geneva train left right away. She
would be five minutes ahead. If she waited, that was five
minutes for them to catch her. She had no time to think. She
jumped on a train and waited anxiously for it to depart.
6 minutes, 50 seconds.
With full force she leapt off the train, barely making it out
before the doors closed. She tore through the station, and
scooted into the doors just as they were closing. Families and
children were packed in the seats. An usher grabbed her thick
coat from behind and she nearly wet her leotard. He pulled
her all the way into the train car, and then went for another
passenger to help them inside.
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“For what you paid for this, you could have been in first
class!”
She nodded and let out a faint laugh. The usher put a stub
above her seat and continued to take tickets from the other
passengers. The train gradually gained speed and they were
finally out of the terminal and making their way to the
outskirts of the city. After a few minutes of attempting to
calm her nerves and failing spectacularly, she got up and
made her way to the restroom, her satchel tightly held over
her shoulder. Katerina locked herself inside the toilet marked
handicapped. The dim yellow lights came on when she
latched the door, which highlighted her crimson lips and pale
face.
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frustration, she grabbed scissors from her kit and cut it right
off of her body.
Deep red marks were embedded into her skin from the tight
bodice's fabric. Turning to look in the small mirror, tears
threatened her eyes, but she refused. She had no time for
crying, not now. Shaking her head annoyed at herself, she
took the washing cloths from her sack and began to scrub her
arms and legs vigorously. Yellow residue showed immediately
on them, which she threw away in large plastic bags for her to
seal and dispose of later. One after another she used trying to
cleanse herself from the body makeup and glitter.
13 minutes.
She took a small box of hair colouring from her bag. She
would be a blonde from now on, which she found rather
amusing. She put on the protective gloves, mixed the tubes
into the bottle as carefully as she could with the train
rumbling under her, and she applied the gel to her entire
head. She washed her hands and the gloves, and stuck them
into a third plastic bag. An alarm sounded, making her jump
and nearly knocking herself out on the low ceiling of the train
bathroom.
15 minutes.
Bending her head into the small sink, she rinsed out her hair
with the bottled water. Katerina refilled the bottle to rinse her
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newly altered hair again and again until she was satisfied it
was clean. Squeezing the water from her very short hair in the
sink, and snapped her head upright. It was spunky, spiky, and
so very yellow. She shook her head like a dog after it's bath,
trying to dry it as much as she could. She styled it damp with
her fingers, and finished dressing. Using paper towels, she
wiped down the sink and toilet. Searching quickly once more
for any remnants of hair or clothing she may have left behind,
she took a final look in the mirror.
once. It was rejecting each bite she had taken with groans and
gurgles of anguish. Stooped once again over the sink, she said
aloud the first words she had spoken all night since leaving
the Opera Garnier. “You will not control me. Nyet.”
Surely, they knew by now. Where would they look first? She
wondered only a second before her stuffed body forced her
into a much needed sleep.
She woke with a start. There was no sound but the gentle
rocking of the train. She looked around wildly for some sign
of disturbance, but found none. She searched for her watch,
why hadn’t the alarm gone off? Just as she clamped her hand
around it, a tiny bell went sounded. Wiping the sleep from
her tired eyes, the same kind voice came over the loudspeaker
to make an announcement in French, and then again in
English.
later. In fact, she reasoned that she should change her name
completely. She had little time left to consider these things, as
the train slowed to a stop, and all the passengers were
groggily making their way to the doors.
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It was very late now, and only a few trains ran at this hour.
She left the train station and walked the local streets, looking
for an abandoned house or apartment. The city of Brussels
was beautiful, if only she could stay for a day. Though, she
knew better. Alone, she walked the local streets, and looked
for an abandoned house or apartment. Much to her delight, a
stand of papers stood on a corner, and she flipped through for
places for rent. Having an idea, she walked away from the
busy street towards a deserted street of row houses. There
were plenty to choose from. Rows and rows had signs in their
windows to let or purchase. She found a set of three in a row
that all appeared to be vacant.
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Unbolting the front door, Kat looked out onto the street to
watch for neighbours. It was very early still, and rather dark.
Opening the door just slightly, she slipped out the front, and
made her way back to the busy main road as quickly as
possible. This time, she took a bus to the train terminal,
anxious to get started. It was here she had her first shock of
the situation at hand. A newspaper had her photograph on
the front cover, with a headline that wrenched her gut.
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Her mouth hung open as she read and reread the article no
less than four times on the way to the train station. She
almost forgot to get off the bus; she was still in such a state of
shock. Her name, her picture was a front-page headline! She
had to get further away. Frozen from the inside out, she made
her way back into the all-too familiar station. She had the
feeling people were staring at her. Was she imagining this?
She knew her face was plastered all over the news.
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Chapter 3
Rising Dagda
Their voices were muffled under the false rubbery faces they
wore, cigarettes bouncing up and down as they chatted away
in their thick local dialect. Pumpkins and gourds lined the
doorways; small flickering fires making the old sidewalks glow
underfoot as darkness swallowed the star-strewn sky. Candy
wrappers blew in the wind, collecting at their feet as they
talked, louder and louder, as they found it was becoming
difficult to be heard. Why it was hard to hear each others
whiskey-slurred words was quite unclear. The noise wasn’t
any greater, the wind wasn’t any harder, it was simply as if the
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One man, short and square with equally short and square
hair, slipped off his mask and took a deep breath, looking at
the cigarette in his hand, silently questioning it for nicking his
voice. Looking around at his mates, they peeled the masks
from their faces and looked around suspiciously. Things were
getting quieter between the two doorways where they stood.
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The giant stepped into the icy waters that stabbed at his
skin. He relished the feeling. He felt alive and real, a man
made of flesh and blood. The chilled waters enveloped him
and he walked along the sea’s bed; his huge, bare feet sank
deep into the wet, soft sand. Further he walked until the
water covered his head, and still, nothing. He waited, holding
the air in his lungs before conceding to the sea. Bending his
knees, he shot up from the seabed, the cold water now
making his body numb. Slowly, he tread water, and then dove
back down, only to come back up for more air a few moments
later. Fish made sure to give the giant a wide berth, though
curious. He swam away from The Burren, his stiff muscles
thanking him for the exercise. His hands acted as enormous
oars, propelling him through the water. He swam as long as
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Once to the top, he stood just outside of the gate, and saw a
woman inside. Her blonde hair was piled loosely on the top of
her head, and her face looked wet, like she’d just come in
from the rain. She turned around, leaving him and the half-
moon shaped window behind. He could see the top of the
woman’s yellow head as she moved about. Her garden was
alight; the plants smouldered in the crisp autumn air. The
chipped green door cracked open, and he moved swiftly from
the garden gate.
The tap squeaked off on it’s own when she turned away
from the window, whispering to a noise in the dark.
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“Ty?”
She slipped on some old gardening shoes that sat under the
half-circle window in her mud room, and opened the door.
Expecting to see his smiling face, her face sank in
disappointment when there was nothing there. The fire was
dying out, and she knelt down to smooth dirt over the
embers. But then, she heard another noise.
Someone had come through her front gate. She stood back
up and called out firmly. “Ty!” Unsure if she should be sore
with him or grateful he was back, she went through the back
door, talking aloud.
“Where’d ye get off to, Ty? I’ve been in a right state, ye know
how I get when I first wake.”
Her voice was cut off by the sight before her in the small
sitting room. A man, a massively built, totally naked man with
a beard as long as Father Time stood amongst her pink and
green paisley pillows and shabby tea tables.
Unable to speak, let alone scream, Dru tore down the hall
towards her work room, but the hulking man caught hold of
her all too fast. His thick hand slapped over her mouth and he
pinned her to the wall. Framed pictures fell in shatters to the
floor, and she slapped at him until her hands stung. His voice
was deep and growling, and it made her ears itch as he barked
at her. She couldn’t understand what he was saying, fear had
frozen her. Tears started to leak from her eyes. Her feet, still
dirty and cold from walking outside, kicked in vain against his
rock-solid body.
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Her robe slid open, exposing her bare skin. The intruder’s
sapphire eyes took notice quickly, and it was only then Dru’s
mind kicked into gear. Items from all over her cottage flew
through the air towards the gigantic man. Cups and
candlesticks rolled towards him and smashed into his back.
All it did was make him talk harder, louder, and push so hard
into her mouth her eyes started to bulge. He let go of her
mouth, but instead slid his hand to her waist, making her
frantic.
With the use of only one hand, he picked her up from the
floor, bringing her to his face. Her feet were flailing and
kicking against him, but his grasp was so severe it made the
task of breathing nearly impossible. A long black fire poker
soared through the air with a whistle and just as she felt the
wall begin to give, he let go of Dru and caught the flying
artifact. More items began to fly haphazardly towards him
while the scared witch lay in a heap on the floor.
“Daoine?”
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the air, her flowing robe slid right from her body to cover her
face. Suddenly, a light clicked in her head. She screamed and
scratched, and finally sank her chipped nails into his
muscular thigh.
“Puberty was kind to yeh, eh mate? Bit too generous if yeh ask
me. Don’t think I ever saw a knob the size of an arm before.”
She was livid. And, like a brat she flopped down onto the
stone. He was leaning onto a rock wall watching her intently
while stroking his long beard.
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A cold wind picked up, whipping around her hair. With her
back to the rising sun, she looked like she had a halo circling
her head, her skin like milk poured into a blue and pink bowl.
He started to grin behind his coarse beard. Plucking himself
from the wall, he walked to where she was seated. Dru stood
abruptly, and again walked around the fire, trying to keep a
wide berth from her kidnapper. As the sun filled the sky, an
explosion of orange pushed away the pink and blue, lighting
up the sea. She had to admit, she loved her homeland, and all
of it’s beauty. Not necessarily the men in it.
Dru started to look around to the rocky hills beyond the flat
beds of rock. The waters were very rough here, not soft like
the beach at her cottage. The landscape was very much like
The Burren in the West. But, she wouldn’t be able to see the
sunrise if that’s where they were.
“Oi! Yeh can speak English! Bleedin’ hell mate, wot’s yer deal?
Coming off like that!”
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Dru’s voice faded off into the distance; the man bent
forward and blew a forceful gust of breath to put out the fire,
which sent her back and her robe flew wide open to the
November chill.
“Witch? I’m Dru and you have poor manners mate. Poor
manners. And well, I’m not going to be the one to teach yeh
better but, if Ty were here.”
Dru’s voice trailed off, and she became silent. For the first
time in living memory she had the sense to get quiet as she
wrapped her thin, ratty robe around her frozen body. His eyes
remained fixated on her. Through the mangled beard she
could see them and how they pierced through her.
“Who is Ty?”
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“Aye. Yeh also said yeh weren’t a hag. Yet yeh have neither a
husband, nor a child.”
“So, I’m not married and that makes me a hag? Are yeh
serious mate? Have yeh been living under a rock? A woman
can’t live on her own, independent and happy?”
Aodh stopped abruptly, and Dru smacked right into his firm
backside, and fell flat. He hoisted her up by the belt of her
flapping robe, bringing her right off the freezing ground
before sitting her right on her equally cold feet. Leaning down
so his eyes were near hers, she tried to take a step back, but
he held her there, refusing to let her get even an inch of
distance.
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Dru wrestled her belt from his clenched hand, and stormed
off. Cursing under her breath, she crept over the rocks, feeling
completely frozen, her lips and feet turning blue.
“Wot are yeh saying? The legends were true? The Dagda? Yer
him, aren’t yeh? Aodh?”
He simply nodded.
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“The rest? I haven’t a clue. Think yeh can mind yer tongue
and help me find out?”
rows of horses, but she could hear the chickens and pigs in
their pens just beyond the rickety old doors.
“Anyone tell yeh how stirring yer speech is, Dru? Really, yeh
should write a bloody book. I can do magic, got us here, didn’t
I? My powers aren’t full yet. They don’t come back until I re-
enter my world. Otherworld. Until then, I sort of only have
minor magicks right now. Have yeh any knowledge on the
world at all?”
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“I’m not wearing that. And neither are you if the legends are
true. Did yeh really go round in a tunic barely covering yer
arse, mate? Let yer gigantic knob dig trenches round all of
Ireland?”
“Wot is it they teach these days? Wot will yeh have me wear?
Mating gear like wot you have on? Sorry, love, but I don’t
believe it’s my colour.”
“Git. Watch.”
“That’s nicking.”
“It’s summoning.”
“So?”
“I need knickers.”
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“Yeh need yer lips nailed shut. I’ll make copies, but I’m not
walking away wearing someone else’s clothes.”
“It’s not going to fit yeh mate, told yeh. Looks like that’s all
he has. No normal denims at all. Here, lemme try to help.”
A long string was hanging off the edge of her sweater, and
she tugged at it a little bit before it snapped. She held out the
strand of burgundy-coloured yarn, shaking it at him.
“Can you replicate this for me? Like, a whole lot of it. Change
the colour if you want.”
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Aodh took it, and bowed his head to her before sliding the
sweater over his head. It was rather soft, and very warm. The
overalls were quite snug, even considering they were meant to
be baggy, and far too short. Dru advised him on extending the
length, shearing the straps and widening the legs.
“Wot? Shave my beard? Why? I rather like it, but thanks all
the same.”
"Yeh look like Father Time, Aodh. Aren’t yeh going to at least
attempt to blend in?”
“Men yer age? Oi, cos there’s so many two-thousand year old
men walking about? Aodh, listen, the world has changed, mate.
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It’s not the way you remember it. Not at all. Yer gonna need to
try and blend in, until we can figure out what’s happened, or
where yer going.”
He made a copy of the black boots Dru was wearing, but sat
down shaking his head at how small they were. A crooked
twist of a grin hid behind his thick, long beard as he got busy
making them longer, wider, rounder, and much taller.
“Is it, Dru? Is the world truly so different? Tell me this. Are
men still killing other men for land? Are women and children
still ripped from their homes for the sake of a few patches of
grass? Are wars not raging for this thing called religion? Are
yeh saying to me that this world so different from the one I
know and recall? Not one is being murdered in their beds for
the gods they recognise to be true, for their beliefs? This
practise has halted?”
Aodh stood and tugged his long beard out of the jumper he
as Dru stared back at him, mouth agape, looking like she’d
been slapped still. He went to the barn door and looked down
at her. His voice got lower; the farmhand was lurking near the
pens. He could hear the animals whinny and trumpet for their
breakfast.
“I’d wager by the look on yer face that not much has changed
at all. Every person believes they are right, and anyone who
disagrees, dies. Unless the other group has more, or promises
more, or nature has favoured them more. They’re never content
with wot they have, there’s always a desire for more. Always
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He pulled her tight around the waist, and lifted her booted
feet from the ground, holding her snug against him. The barn
door creaked again, and Dru held her breath, preparing to
herself. Just as the farmhand went to open the doors, a sharp
wind stole through the barn, whipping around the harsh,
putrid scent of the horses whinnying within. He eyed the
horses, swearing to himself he heard voices just a moment
before. Yet, there was no one there.
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Chapter 4
Bosom Buddies
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the floor, heavy sobs now filling the room, drowning out the
television that mirrored the newspaper’s story.
Monica stood, sniffing back the tears that had streaked her
face for a week. She had met that girl, she got to hear her very
soft, small voice, and watch her dance like a swan. Monica
had been in the audience, confused as she watched the
dancers look at each other oddly when the fine, gossamer
fabric had been peeled back from the stage prop. A high-
pitched scream made her pulse quicken, and goose bumps to
cover her skin. The blond oil-heiress turned-fashionista
sitting next to her was asking so many questions, Monica
merely held up a hand to shush her. The majority of the
crowd stayed still, waiting, shocked. A thin murmur wove into
the theatre once police and bodyguards swarmed the stage.
Monica had been questioned with the bubble-head next to
her before being escorted back to her hotel.
tried to make her. It had been, until now, the most relaxed
and fulfilling time of her life. She was doing things on her
own terms, in her own way, with nothing but her own steam
to sustain her.
Clicking off the television with hard slap to the button, her
cell rang, and ignored for the fourth time this morning.
Tonight was her final performance before heading home to
New York. Before Halloween, she had been dreading going
home to the paparazzo, the newspapers, her family. But,
something happened to her since Paris, like a tire that lost
some of it’s air, she felt deflated. It showed in her last two
performances when she stumbled over a line in her song
‘Stolen Memories.’ The small, but very enthusiastic audience
in Manchester started to sing along, filling in the gaps her
tears prevented her from singing.
times before letting it just sort of drape from it’s own weight.
She snatched her oversized handbag and left her hotel. A line
of cabs were in the front, and a neatly dressed valet opened a
car door for her when she shook her head, and threw on over-
sized sunglasses that nearly covered her entire face. Making
sure to watch for traffic that ran on the opposite side of the
road, she crossed the street and hopped on the next double-
decker red bus that came. Not knowing where she was going,
or why she was going there, she just had to get a breath of
fresh air if she was going to sing later that evening.
She walked rather far off the high street, the crowds were a
little thinner here. She strolled past small bookstores and
cafés and came upon an old theater on the corner. She
contemplated the black and white film that was to start in
half an hour, when something brushed against her. She
moved to let them by, and a voice spoke in a soft, hushed
tone, with a hint of a familiar accent.
hat. The woman took a ticket from the gentleman behind the
glass, and Monica yanked down her glasses at her dainty
hands. Another voice spoke, and this one startled her into
speaking, answering questions that weren’t asked.
She took her ticket with a sneer and bolted through the
empty lobby. It was sort of eerie inside. The theatre looked
like it had at one time been a busy theater for blue-blood
daters. It had high, arched ceilings with beautifully carved
scenes and ornate mouldings. Taking a deep breath, she
peered around the wall where the girl had gone; it was the
restroom.
glass box up front. Carefully she pushed open the door and
saw the woman washing her hands. She was so small, maybe
five feet tall, and not quite a hundred pounds. She wasn’t
waifish; she had trademarks of excellent posture, toned
shoulders that she held back with a quiet elegance. Even her
feet were turned in an unnaturally rigid manner befitting a
dancer. A ballet dancer, to be exact. Monica walked fully into
the restroom, the door slowly coming to a close behind her
when the woman looked down, as if to hide her face. She
pulled her winter cap down as Monica watched, not sure what
to say.
“Hey, it’s me, Monica Raisi. I know it’s you, I didn’t want to
believe it, I didn’t. But you nearly plied in the damn bathroom.”
were filled with tears, and the bags she carried under them
could have held both of their wardrobes. Katerina didn’t even
give her time to finish what she was saying as she had hurtled
her little self right at the singer, and hugged her desperately.
Monica’s voice was thick and uneven as she hugged her back..
With that she nearly pulled Katerina off of her feet. Monica
was the first to let go, and being her father’s daughter, she
began to plan. She bent down and looked under the stalls,
and then walked to each, kicking them in, one by one. Just
then, the lights began to dim, and then lit back up to let
everyone know the show would begin soon.
“Are you kidding me? You are officially off your diet. Good
grief.”
“You do the movie too? Well, look, obviously I’m not ready
yet, so, it’s all good. Snap to it, buddy. Marilyn and Tony await.
Wait, huh?“
“Salt or sweet?”
“No, they only do salt or some kind of sweet stuff in zee UK.
And da, I planned it. I did not plan the girl in zee river. I didn’t
know about that until this morning.”
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“I don’t know what eet came from. You look like a Niki to me,
I’m sorry. Oh, I got a flat, just a temporary flat I pay for in
cash.”
She sat down the drink and cleared her throat the way her
father used to when he was about to bark out orders that were
meant to be followed, not suggested. She hated knowing she
was so much like him. Her mother had been so gentle, kind
and sweet. Monica wasn’t so much those things without a
huge effort. Sometimes it disappointed her, but at times like
this she tried to forget where this kind of aggressive, boss-of-
the-world attitude came from, chalking it up to Long Island.
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“Ok, look. I want you to come with me. Tomorrow, I fly back
to New York. We have to get you out of here. I have my farewell
concert tonight. I hope, no, I think we can do it. Just how
flexible are you, ballerina?”
Katerina’s tired eyes tried to focus, but the darkness and old
black and white movie made her vision blurry, on top of the
fact she seemed to sleep no more than fifteen minutes at any
one time. The red string candy in her lap, she just realised
she’d been munching on it absentmindedly and she threw it
to Monica’s lap. Katerina stood, as if she had been given
direction to do so, and she bent forward. Her nose to her
knees, her feet pressed firmly together, she stayed that way
for a moment before standing.
Monica’s lips twitched into a sad grin, and her knee started
to bounce nervously. Throwing a long string of cherry licorice
into her mouth, she chomped on it, and pulled at the dancer’s
arm to get her to sit again.
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Modernising
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sporadic slivers of dry grass, his head shaking a little bit, and
pointing towards the water.
“There’s the sea, Dru, no more than a few strides away, and
yer stomach will have all the food it requires. Blimey, see all the
white dots up the hillside? Called sheep, yeh sod. Get food and a
warm blanket all rolled into one, eh?”
Dru’s breath was filling the cold space between them, and
her hands trembling from the mix of rage and hunger. She let
go of his beard and turned as fast as she could, stumping off
to find somewhere to go before she throttled him. Aodh
watched her walk away, reminded of a stubborn mule. They
were in the middle of a great, vast pasture with a deep green
hill on one side that slipped lower and lower until it ran right
into the sea. There were no paved roads nearby, no houses, no
signs, and definitely no pubs. Dru walked towards the heard
of sheep littering the hillside, and he chuckled.
Aodh’s heavy hand ran over his hair that was as long, if not
longer, than his beard. She’d heard of their stories, their
legends? They lasted through time? Smiling to himself, he
conceded.
“I’d like to know wot it is you know, Dru. S’pose a fire doesn’t
sound too poor either.”
“Fine. One condition. Yeh let me cut that mop and shave yer
beard. I‘ll do whatever, so long as I’m fed, kept warm, and yeh
allow me to smoke. I’m cheerful and all, but to be honest, this
witch needs a whiskey and a smoke desperately.”
“Put yer arms around me, Aodh. It’s called a hug. It means
we’re making up.”
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She pulled away and fought for her breath, leaning over to
hack and cough, her finger wagging at him. He stood up and
patted her back, making her hair shake out of place and
cascade down her back. Dru gave him a look, but said nothing
as Aodh snatched her waist once more. Their feet left the
green hills in the Irish countryside, and slammed hard onto a
paved road in the busy centre of Dublin.
“Come on mate, get on with it. We’ll be back for you act daft
later. I need yeh to do me a favour.”
“Yeh, absolutely.”
“No.”
“Oi!”
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Her hand was outstretched but her reaction was far too late.
Aodh snatched the young lad from his skateboard and was
holding him high into the air. Aodh took Dru’s purse and
tossed it into her arms. With only the one hand, Aodh started
to press the young man up and down as coins and other
stolen belongings fell from his pockets, the lad screaming at
the giant man tossing him in the air like pizza dough.
The bloke never got another word out. Aodh sort of flicked
him, not really throwing the way someone would throw a ball,
but more like the way someone would flick a bug. The lad
soared through the air and crashed spectacularly through the
fence. Dru stared at them, speechless, and Aodh casually
walked to her and started poking into her bag.
Dru took out a pack of smokes and tapped one out, put it
between her lips, quietly cursing under her breath. She
snapped her fingers, and a single flame issued from her
middle finger. She used it to light her cigarette, but the flame
died quickly, and she started smoking furiously.
“Money. We’ll need some so I can get a bed to sleep in. I’m
not staying in a damned barn tonight.”
“Keep it up and I’ll find a way to attach this beard to yer arse.
Wot was that? Who are yeh nicking from now, and how did yeh
come to those powers? Why didn’t yeh tell me yeh can make
fire?”
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“It’s called a bank, Aodh. And magic like that is called the
modern age. Now come on, let’s eat and find a place to sleep.”
“Hush. And don’t call me ‘woman.’ For fuck’s sake, it’s like yer
a bloody caveman.”
The pair went inside, and Dru ushered him to a far corner in
the back. It wasn’t exactly easy to keep him under the radar as
he knocked over chairs, tipped tables, and Dru had to keep
muttering apologies until they found a seat. Brushing her hair
off her face, she sat down and shook her head.
“Not very graceful, are we, darling? Stay put, I’ll be right back.
Don’t eat the table.”
Dru went to the bar, leaving Aodh alone to toy with salt
shakers and catsup bottles as she spoke with a man behind
the long, oak bar. Aodh’s chair creaked ominously under his
considerable weight when she came back with two trays, and
the guy behind the bar followed with another two; one with
food, the other with drinks. The bloke stared at Aodh
curiously, and then back to Dru, who gave him a sweet smile,
her eyelashes fluttering like the wings on a butterfly. He gave
her a sly grin before heading back to work. She sat and started
to situate the burgers, chips and sodas between them. Which
really meant she had a plate of chips, a veggie burger and a
diet drink, the rest was for Aodh and his abyssal stomach.
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“Sleep? I don’t reckon I’ll need much for sleep. Wot’s this
mead? Quite sweet, innit?”
Dru shook vinegar onto her chips and tried to hold back a
laugh as she watched him polish off four huge burgers with
only two bites for each, and now he was looking at a chip
between his fingers like it was an insect.
“Oi, switch me. I quite like them soggy like that. I will need
sleep, mate. I’m not able to go on without it, so why the rush? I
mean, wot were yeh expecting when yeh came back? Legends
are so scattered, there’s not much written down is there?”
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Aodh polished off his food, all four servings of it, before Dru
got through even one. She shoved the remnants of her veggie
burger to him and let her soggy cut potato drip vinegar onto
her plate before she popped it into her mouth and then sat
back. She lit a cigarette, and started to take a long drag from
it, staring close at him. So many things were swimming
around in her head, all the stuff she learnt from her schooling.
A thin cloud of smoke swirled around her head as she tried to
see past the thick, grizzly beard and moustache to his eyes.
They still looked quite young. She watched him finish it all off
as she smoked, her thoughts trailing off to another man, with
blue eyes even brighter than the ones before her.
The fag rested between her fingers, the ash getting longer as
tears started to thicken in her eyes. Aodh ate and drank
everything that was left, his stomach making obscene noises.
He sat down his glass, and caught Dru examining him closely,
and just as he was to ask what she was smoking, he saw her
eyes shift. They were a beautiful shade of green. Not like
neon, or grass, not like sage or evergreens, but a mixture of
each hue of the colour. Each and every shade of green had
been meticulously painted onto her irises; some shades more
yellow, other more blue. They were big with long eyelashes
set into fair, flawless skin. He could see pain in them now. Not
like her fear from earlier.
flit about in a huff, his eyes following the coins tossed to the
table. He picked one up and saw an embossed harp etched
into the back. Sighing, he put it down and followed her
through the pub and up a staircase tucked away in the back. It
was narrow and winding, and he had to try and slide between
the walls that sounded like they could give way from Aodh's
sheer girth.
“Don’t. I’ll give them back, Good God, okay? But listen, don’t
ask me questions about Ty, okay. It’s none of yer damned
business. Why don’t you start answering some of my
questions? Hmmm? Now take off yer clothes, let’s get yeh
looking like yer more human, less Sasquatch.”
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Using his fingertip, Aodh tilted the sharp point away and
shook his head,. She was touchy, especially about that bloke,
Ty. Tired of hearing her argue, he stripped off his jumper and
started to undo his trousers when Dru interrupted.
“Yes, well, I forgot you weren’t wearing boxers. Keep yer knob
covered, it scares me.”
Aodh’s jeans fell to the floor, and Dru’s eyes tried to focus
on his long hair and beard. He stepped out of them and
followed her into the bathroom. She ordered him to his knees
and tossed a towel at him to cover up. They were cramped,
and she had to get creative by walking along the vanity and
standing on his legs. She managed to cut it all, leaving a huge
pile of long, coarse hair on the floor. She ushered him into the
shower after first explaining to him how to use it. Steam
started to coat the tiny mirror, and Aodh shed the towel,
making Dru go right back to the bedroom. She flopped down
on one of the beds, lit another fag, and smoked with her eyes
closed. Her voice was softer, lazy, as she spoke to him from
the other room.
“Let me know when yer ready, and I’ll shave yer face close. It’s
better to have the steam and all first, Aodh.”
Her voice trailed off, and she attempted to stifle a yawn. The
room was filling with steam and the scent of soap, the heat
making her face hot. Her overly-full stomach and sheer
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exhaustion was making her head feel light, and her eyes
closed, the cigarette still in her hand.
Waves slapped the rocks below Dru’s little white cottage and
she tended her garden, digging her hands into the warm soil.
Her hair was tied on top of her head loosely; golden ringlets
tickled her nose as she worked and sweat over her flourishing
garden, full of fresh vegetables. This year was the best that she
could remember for harvesting. Each tomato was superbly fat
and red, each pepper firm, and her sunflowers were taller than
ever. They lined the edge of her garden wall, leaving an opening
just at the gate that led to the uneven steps down to the beach.
Her nose was getting bright red under the sun. She stood,
slapped the dirt off of her hands and looked proudly at her hard
work. Delicately, she touched a sunflower and smiled softly at
it. It was far taller than her now. She planted it during her first
year at her cottage.
pulled her closer, and they swam naked in the sea. Later, after
the sun had gone to bed, they were lying by a fire with a blanket
covering her as she laid on his lap, asleep. He nudged her
awake.
She sat down on the corner of the bed, and stared at Aodh’s
freshly shaven face. His eyes were very noticeable now, and
she felt hypnotised by them. They weren’t simply blue, as she
had previously thought. There was something in them: two,
tiny globes spinning inside the irises. He knelt in front of her,
and she reached out to touch his cheek. He felt soft and
smooth now his beard was gone.
“Aye. But, yeh were asleep. I put yer smoking stick away.
Almost burnt down the room.”
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A Case of You
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“Oi, lady! There’s only six. I thought you said seven came
back?”
“Katerina.”
“It’s an hour and a half set. I’ll be back for a break in forty-five
minutes.”
Niki lowered the trunk lid and left her dressing room, her
acoustic guitar slung over her shoulder.
face. She still had over five minutes, but the doorknob started
to twist. Someone was trying to get in, even though the music
still played.
Whilst she caught her breath, she tossed some of the hats
and dresses out of the trunk to a pile of clothes that Niki had
worn earlier. Again, the door opened, and she hid in the
closed trunk until they left. This went on every few minutes,
leaving her gasping for breath and trying not to make any
noise. Time was ticking away now, and she laid her head back,
and tried to listen to the muffled music. Even now she could
make out the song. Whilst the other song, Broken Chains, had
planted the seed of freedom, this one, Stolen Memories, had
played the part of the sun and soil, pushing her to maintain
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her courage. As the oxygen lessened, her eyes closed and she
listened to Niki’s faint voice under the strumming guitar.
“Da.”
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“Scotty, hey. Set is done, I’m leaving. No, tonight. You have
about eight hours. We can’t be waiting for you, okay? Okay.
Okay? Okay, bye babe.”
“I’m sorry.”
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Niki zipped up the case, and got out of the car quickly, not
letting him take her bags. She threw a wad of multi-coloured
notes at the driver, and tossed her bags onto a cart with a
wince. She shakily pet the bag as a uniformed man came
down the small steps of the jet to greet her. The driver
watched all of the action very interested, until he was shooed
away by the pilot. Niki boarded and sat in her seat, and the
man looked at her with a sort of wink to his eye.
“Are you certain you don’t want even one cabin crew member,
Missus Raisi?”
“No, I’m fine. I’ll be asleep most of the time anyway. And it’s
Ms. Raisi, Andy.”
The man smiled at her sheepishly, tipped his hat, and went
into the cabin. Her phone began to ring again. She looked at
it, scoffed, and switched it off. The plane lurched, and rolled
into position for take off. She unzipped the case as fast as
possible, and tried to help her friend out of her compromising
position. Katerina stood tall, stretched her arms and legs,
squatted, then stood to stretch again.
“Niki? How did you pay for zis? Vot about the pilots?”
Niki’s face was still covered in heavy stage makeup, her hair
was still slathered in glitter and her knee just would not stop
bouncing. Niki started to mess with her hair, and got up to
retrieve some drinks from the compact refrigerator. Looking
towards the door briefly, she poured two glasses of vodka over
ice, and took them back to their seats.
“Vodka okay? The pilots are all right. One guy, Andy, I’ve
known a while. The other one is a sort of friend of the family
that isn’t really a friend at all. The rules are they don’t want to
know. They’ll do whatever it is, as long as they’re kept ignorant
in case of questioning.”
Niki drank steadily, but Katerina took out an ice cube and
popped it into her mouth, savoring the flavour at first,
awaiting the cool water her parched throat was desperate for.
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Niki walked back to the bar, and filled her arms with several
small bottles of liquor, a couple bananas, some water, and sat
again. Katerina took a banana and stared at Niki, her curiosity
competing with the alcohol and hunger. She had no idea what
the Raisi’s meant to anyone. Monica tipped a small bottle into
her glass and started talking without taking so much as a
breath, and Katerina dared not to even blink.
“My dad? He’s the big man, the Don, The Godfathah. And all
his little fucking lackeys walk around like his puppets. They’re
all afraid of him. I was the princess. I loved my dad, he was all I
ever really had. When I was little, my mom died of cancer. And
I watched it, you know? I was there when she died. She was so
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beautiful. You used her name tonight, did you know that?
Tess?”
“Well, hers was Tessa but everyone called her Tess. Anyway,
she was just gorgeous. Her hair was so long, it felt like a silk
curtain when she’d hug me. She was the one who got me into
music. She took me to see Joni Mitchell when I was little. And
then she got this fucking disease that just ate her away.”
“One day her cheeks were full and tanned the next they
looked like someone scooped them out, and sucked away all the
colour. My dad was always working. Never home. Never, ever
home. I used to think it was because he had such important
business, you know? And then as I got older, I used to think it
was because he couldn’t stand to see her like that. She got
worse one night, and my dad was supposed to come home. He
wasn’t there. He never showed. She died holding my hand.”
Niki finished off four small bottles by this point. Her face
was stiff, like it was holding back a wall of kinetic energy
about to burst like a dam. Katerina took the last bottle from
her friend’s hand, sat it down, and took Niki’s hand into both
of hers.
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Niki’s hand laid limp in Katerina’s and she looked out of the
window, watching the top of the clouds like they were a
silvery screen, replaying an old, well-known film. Her eyes
had been filling with tears, making Niki’s green and brown
eyes look like rippling glass.
related by money. And you know how they say blood is thick
than water? Well, money makes it all flow; blood, water,
everything. And I spent a hefty sum today, that’s what all the
calls were about. I don’t even know where that money came
from, and I don’t care. Legally, it’s mine.”
Katerina woke to Niki buckling her belt for her, and she sat
up groggily, trying to gather what was happening.
“Katerina? Come on, you have to move, quick. Get up, come
on sweetie. Fuck.”
“This is Scott, he’ll get you over the border to Maine in this
and then you two will drive to New York. He’ll get you situated
in an apartment, and I’ll get in touch with you in a couple
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A Moment in Truth
Dru fell into Aodh’s kiss for a moment, her wet eyes soaking
their faces. Lips parted, they shared breath and warmth that
crossed over their salty palates. Her eyes closed, making her
eyelashes flutter against his newly shaven skin. She made a
soft noise, and his hands cupped her face, pulling her close.
Just as their tongues met, she pulled away, and put her head
down.
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Dru managed to face him with a softer look on her face, and
she wiped her tears away with her fingertips, wondering what
he could possibly want.
She giggled, and covered her face for a second. Swiping her
hair away from her face, she stuck out her tongue, where a
small silver butterfly rested.
Aodh reached out to touch it, but she smacked his hand
away and fell back on the bed with a yawn.
The sky was dark now, and she rolled off the bed to head
towards the loo.
“I think we’re done for today. It’s dark, and I’m just not up for
the ruins. I’m going to have a bath and maybe we’ll go have a
beer and relax a bit for tomorrow.”
“Aye.”
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“Wot’s a bike?”
Old rock played, and Dru’s arms raised into the air, and she
turned around, swaying to the music. Aodh sort of stood
firmly as Dru bounced around and her hair whipped around
wildly. She took his hands to her waist, and put one of her
hands onto his shoulder, pulling him down so she could talk
to him.
“We should say yer from the Aran Islands. They still speak
Old Irish there. It’s the only place left. No one will question it.”
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Aodh shook his head no, and Dru let out an exasperated
sigh. She touched the poster sweetly, and spoke as if she were
alone.
"I went once with Ty. I never knew why we'd gone, it made no
sense really. He was off doing something, I thought it was for
work, but I don't know wot kind of work he did."
She turned to him, her eyes looked like they were someplace
else.
"Hmm? Oh, I liked it. Loud, it's quite noisy there. Food was
quite good though, you would love it. Everything is huge; tall
buildings, huge meals, unlimited drinking and dancing. They
call it the city that never sleeps. Just like you, Aodh."
He smiled a bit, and saw the same look in Dru's eyes. They
were shifting again, going beyond a look of thought, or even
sadness.
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"Egypt."
Dru shook her head, a distant look drawing over her face.
"No, never did. I don't know why. One of them things I guess."
Dru looked at him, and cocked her head to the side, staring
at his face like she was reading a book, or perhaps being
shown some kind of instructional video. Aodh looked behind
him, and then back to Dru and arched a brow.
"Wot?"
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“The way I heard it, is that the population was thinning then.
People were following this news of a new savior, and turning to
the newfound religion. Wars were raging; druids and magic-
folk were being caught, tortured, and killed. Some began to
change their beliefs in fear. Bargains were struck, and deaths
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They left Trinity College, and Aodh had to ask what was
tormenting his mind.
“Why haven’t yeh ever wed, Dru? Yer lovely. Bright. Don’t yeh
think of having a family?”
She didn’t look annoyed really, just a little sad, like what she
was about to say was so very true.
“Aodh. I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again. Marriage is for fools
who think they are in love. Love that lasts a while until yeh
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decide yer not in love anymore isn’t what I call ‘Happily Ever
After.’ I don’t know. Seems all the blokes who claim to have
loved me do for a while, until the things they loved are the same
things that tear us apart. I won’t change, and I don’t want
anyone to change. There’s no such thing as perfect. I have
tattoos and a piercing, I wear daisies in my hair and have a
tendency to want to up and go for a drive round midnight.
Blokes seem to like it for a while, until they want me to take out
the piercing, remove the ink, and have tea on the table at six
sharp, their shorts starched, and make nice for their mates.”
Aodh went to her and played with the long scarf around her
neck. He really wanted to know about this bloke Ty, but he
learnt that Dru spoke far more if she wasn’t being
interrogated. The sorrow in her eyes was so, very real.
Dru laughed hard and loud, her voice echoing off the walls
of the buildings. It was infectious, making him chuckle along
with her. He really did like to hear her laugh.
“Wot? Why?”
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Dru laced her arm into his as they walked, her laugh starting
to hurt her stomach as she tried to speak.
“Aye mate, yeh could give half the blokes on the island
lessons, trust me. Surprisingly gentle for a caveman.”
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“Come off it, Dru. Cut yer shite now. I can see it. But why I
can see is the real question. Yeh should be able to make it
clearer if yeh possess such a power. It’s scrambled, it’s so
disorganised, nothing makes sense.”
Dru glared at him and the mound of grass and dirt under
them, racking her brain for an explanation. Ty had been such
a different kind of man. He was so organised compared to her
funky, shambled ways. She was laid back, though she also had
such a short temper, which one wouldn’t think would be true.
Aodh went to her and picked her clear off the ground. He
put his lips to hers, and again the mound came into his mind,
but Dru pulled away from him. His eyes narrowed at her, and
she gave him an equally scorned look and sat her down. She
was so stubborn. He got to his knees so he could be face to
face with her, reason with her, force if necessary. He just
began to speak when she wrapped her arms around his head,
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and kissed him deep, and purposefully. This time she had
kissed him, not the other way around, offering her lips and
breath and mind for Aodh to explore. A flood of activity swam
from her into him, filling the vacant places of his mind. His
face felt warm, and then his throat, like he was swallowing
hot tea on a freezing day. Dru began to tremble, all of the heat
of her body transferring to Aodh, and he pulled her close,
keeping her safe and secure in his arms as her lips worked a
new magic on his.
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Great, fat tears spilled onto her face as she watched faces
and bodies flash in and out of view. Before she ever saw it
happen, she knew what was coming. She began to shake her
head, trying to prevent the image from invading her mind.
Wanting to prevent it. If she didn’t see it, maybe it wouldn’t
happen. But, it was no use. As if in slowed motion, she saw
him. Front and center amongst other warriors; men and
women alike, was Ty. He stood tall and bare-bodied, his hair
slicked back and pale, sword drawn, his mouth moving
slowly. The enemies moved further into the home, getting
closer to those thin windows.
The scene filled with fire, burning her eyes as it ate away the
bodies lying in within. Dru was shaking, sobbing, and she
wouldn’t pull away from the mound. The scene cleared of all
the dust and battle, and not a soul alive or dead could be
seen.
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He took her face in his hand and turned her to face him, but
what he saw staring back was startling. Dru’s eyes weren’t the
same vivid green ones he had known. Instead, they were
reflecting a grey, cloud-covered sky. He called her name and
shook her, but her eyes remained still.
Dru was growing weaker with every minute that passed. Her
insides felt freezing cold, but her skin was on fire. She was
barely coherent. She couldn’t get her mind to stop whirring,
flashes of images and mingled feelings of fear, despair and
simultaneous triumph were making her dizzy and
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She had just witnessed the demise of Ty, and the remaining
deities of the Tuatha De’ Danann. And by weeping for him,
she had set his spell into motion. Dru was becoming a druid,
taking on magical powers of such a renewed strength, she
would never be the same witch, or woman for that matter.
Aodh understood it all when Dru offered her kiss to him. Ty
had been reading and reciting poetry to her, teaching her
without Dru ever knowing. The druids wrote nothing. Their
entire history was by memory and verbal teachings. Aodh had
to finish inducting her, or she could die simply from the surge
of power in which she was bestowed with Ty’s final breath.
He laid her atop the slanted structure, her head fell back
hard and smacked against the stone. Thick streams of
crimson seeped from the back of her head, coating the stone
quickly. The faint colour of her skin drained further as her
blood coated the large, flat stone. Aodh placed one hand on
the stone, palming the blood-coated surface. He bent to kiss
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her forehead, her skin burning his lips before he pulled away
and reached his other hand into the air, as if he were going to
pull down the sky. His voice rang clear and forceful, deeply
cutting through the winds being carried from the sea, as even
nature paused for him, awaiting, welcoming.
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Aodh looked down at the tablet, her blood and body cleaned
free of the place, not even a trace remaining on his hand.
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of year, yet she felt neither warmth, nor a chill. She went to
the rock covered in Puffins. They were rather cute, she
thought to herself. She picked one up and spoke to it.
“Aye.”
“Calm? I just found out the one bloke I actually fell in love
with that wasn’t a total megalomaniac or homicidal
psychopath was told by thousands of years of prophetic
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Angry tears washed her cheeks, and she began to rise from
the sand, then down again, completely unaware of what she
was doing.
“It’s not quite that simple. You told me yerself yeh weren’t so
keen on marriage! Called it foolish?”
Higher from the ground again, her hair began to whip in the
freezing winds, and her tears stopped.
“Don’t you start, do not, you do not even know him! Yeh don’t
even really know me!”
She cut him off. Dru’s voice was becoming more shrill as her
temper approached the boiling point. She didn’t want to find
peace. She’d been looking for peace inside of chaos for the
entirety of her life.
“Can yeh just stop being such a brat for one bloody moment?”
“Piss off.”
And, with her last, Dru disappeared, her voice ringing out
from the bill of the Puffin after her body was clear and gone
from the beach.
thought she knew men, how they worked, what they wanted.
She’d met enough of them to think such a thing was true. Ty
was so different, the very first to see her, so she thought.
Sand piled onto her, weighing her down and she tried to
fight it back, pushing it off in heaping piles that continually
came back harder. It was as if someone was breathing sand
directly onto her back. The sand lightened, and a hateful
voice bore into her ears as a strong hand picked her up from
the ground.
Gasping hard as fresh air filled her lungs, she tried to open
her eyes and pull away from whoever this was. Grabbing each
of his arms with her hands, she squeezed them as objects
from around the room began their flight to his head. She tried
to summon something back in the desert, but nothing came
to her. All sorts of gilded trinkets took off towards them in the
room they were in, but fell to the floor before ever hitting her
attacker. A huge gulp of air filled her lungs and she rounded
on him; more valuable-looking objects fleeting their shelves
under her angered command.
Dru’s eyes teared up when the back of her head hit the door,
leaving her slightly disoriented and trying to stumble to her
feet. His voice was hard and his words were sharp, like he
shortened each vowel in order to say what he wanted as
quickly as possible. His hands clasped onto her upper arms
and he pulled her off of her feet. Blinking her eyes, she
struggled against him, clawing at his dark skin. He threw her
to the side where she crashed into a highly decorative solid
marble table and she smacked her head, hard. The man knelt
down, and pushed her hair away from her face. He clutched a
thick lock of it in his hand, and turned her head around to
examine her. He had cinnamon-reddish eyes, and would have
been handsome had he not had the temper of a viper.
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“Well, well, Fancy Face, look at you. I wonder. How long can
you hold them? Can you speak and do tricks at the same time?
Or does the scorpion have your tongue?”
The man got to his knees and leaned forward, catching his
weight on one arm as his other hand stroked a thin, vertical
patch of black hair under his lip. Dru was rendered silent. It
was taking such concentration to hold the four beasts, and
even then she wasn’t really holding them, merely slowing
their actions.
Had she not left so fast, had she not had such a tantrum,
Aodh could have showed her how to use her newly betrothed
gifts. No, of course not. So stubborn, and so quick to find
trouble. And this time, trouble found her in a major way. Her
cheeks trembled as she watched him, a line of blood trickling
down her forehead. She was afraid to adjust even a small
action, for fear of losing her grip on the scorpions and they’d
sink their long, venomous stingers into her pulsating veins.
She swallowed slowly, trying to hold them back with nothing
more than a concentration of her mind.
“No? No voice for the girl with the face. Aren’t you precious,
holding my pets. So, I suppose introductions before your
painful, excruciating death would be appreciated. I am Kas and
I’m afraid you’re in the wrong neck of the proverbial woods.
Oh, but what is your name?”
His hands slid down Dru’s chest, and he cupped each of her
breasts and squeezed them, a thin line of blood starting to
issue from her nose as she tried even harder to concentrate.
Her breath caught when he squeezed hard and the scorpions
jumped forward a little, leaving her gasping. Moving his
hands down her stomach, he used a single sharp nail to slice
through the cloth of her dress to appraise her body. A tiny
butterfly tattoo that rested low on her stomach rumbled with
her fluttering nerves. A line of wetness trailed down her cheek
as she eyed him, raking her mind for something to do.
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“Try all you want. You can’t perform real magic here. No one
can find you. You can’t escape. My pets will feast on you for
days you unless I stop them. Give me a reason to want you to
live.”
one hand into the cut in her dress, tearing it from her body, as
his other hand undid his belt. He played with her breast, and
pinched her nipple hard, and pulled it roughly with a smile.
Once more he was to his knees, and he ripped open his shirt
to reveal a very sculpted, slightly thin body baked by the sun.
They got louder and started to shake as they fought against
the witch. Her one hand held him off of her body, and he
rested there for a minute, again watching her face, his fingers
trailing along her skin as he spoke as casually as he would at a
water cooler.
His hand slid down her stomach, and she tried to release a
butterfly, but they wouldn’t come. The room was smouldering
hot, and he touched her freely. Was this it? Was she going to
die like this, under this man’s roaming hand? For what? A
tantrum? She was so angry with herself, she could barely
stand it. Part of her wanted to release the hold on the
scorpions so she could end it, be done with it all. He slammed
a finger into her and she gasped hard, losing her grip on all
four of her captors. The scorpions turned into clouds of
thinning smoke, and evaporated into the air. Her eyes closed
shut, awaiting the pain of impending death as he laid his body
over hers, and he bit down onto her breast.
Tugging it hard with his teeth, Dru’s eyes flashed open, her
heart racing, expecting to see four stingers. Instead a groan
escaped her heart-shaped lips. She stared at him, watching his
eyes darken to deep spinel-red, her blood coating his lips.
Mashing his mouth to hers, he hoisted her leg over his
shoulder, and her other foot roughly shoved his pants down.
She didn’t know what she was doing, she didn’t care. Maybe it
was something about realising she was alive. Maybe it was
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Aodh stepped onto a cold New York sidewalk, and the noise
nearly deafened him. Bright yellow taxicabs stood out against
the city’s dull, gray backdrop, weaving in and out of traffic,
honking horns and screeching their tires. He watched them
for a moment, trying to adjust to the smells and sounds of the
city. This was so far from the serenity of home, he felt like he
could have been on another planet. Still standing a head taller
than most and about twice as wide, he started walking along,
trying, yet not succeeding, to not tread on any toes.
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The weather was drab, and the sky seemed to not want to
show itself here. Back home, there was nothing but sky and
long fields of green to capture his attention. Here, there were
so many things, a cluttering group of activity; it made him
tired from the energy of it all. Even his feet could feel the
city’s life, a sort of heartbeat underfoot, pulsing and pushing
him to move, faster, and faster still, taking him to someplace
quickly before time ran out. Ran out for what or why, he
couldn’t reason, but it made him want to get going, and do
whatever it was he needed to do with a quickness. Thing was,
Aodh didn’t know what he was to do here. He was lost, his
mate was gone, and he couldn’t figure out where to go next.
Like the typical man he was, he went right where his gut
always seemed to take him: food. The smells were inviting, he
had to admit, and he followed them to the heart of the city as
it bustled around him. It was midday here, and huge swarms
of people were crowding the streets and sidewalks, making it
difficult for him not to trample the masses. Fitting in was
easier said than done, indeed.
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It started to ascend into the grim sky, and Aodh leapt for it.
Soaring just slightly higher than any normal man should, his
massive hand snatched the balloon’s string, and he landed
with a gentle thud, pale pink balloon in hand. He turned to
hand it to it’s owner, but he couldn’t see her at all, until one
of the dozens of balloons popped. He looked further down,
having to bend considerably. When he did, his sapphire eyes
caught a glimpse of the largest, softest round eyes he’d ever
seen. Momentarily speechless, which was quite a feat, he
handed the balloon to it’s owner with a dimpled grin. The sky
decided it wasn’t going to be outdone by the noise of the city,
and it opened up wide, showering the crabby crowds below. A
small hand grabbed his shirt and tugged, but he wouldn’t
have even felt it had he not been watching it so closely.
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“Thank you, so very much. That vos so nice of you. I’m, erm,
K-Kat.”
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Not wanting to tread mud onto the floor, he stayed near the
door, but so wanted to get right in and ask her a scroll of
questions. Katerina’s head felt like it was being split into a
hundred different pieces. She tried to say his name, failing
miserably, all the while wanting to strangle the guy that
hijacked her paint.
“Ahoed? Or, vot it is again? I’m sorry, English eez not the
best. And da’, there eez huge problem. I cannot open dance
studio with no ceiling, can I? The man eez not coming back to
finish, and I ‘ave no time. Come in, eez nothing to hurt.”
here, as the heat wasn’t working either, nor were the lights. As
her hand took hold of his jacket, he shook his head and tried
to correct her through a stifled chuckle.
“A-ya? E-ya? Vot kind of name eez that? I’ve never heard that
before.”
Taking her hand from his mouth, he almost said too much.
He stood tall again, and realised he was probably two feet
taller, even though she was wearing heels. Again, he ran his
hand over his face, wishing he had his beard there to keep his
hand busy. Clearing his throat, he again looked to the ceiling,
and had a thought. Many thoughts. Reaching up, he took one
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“Yeh know, I can fix this up for yeh in no time at all. No need
to stress over it. Wot’s upstairs?”
she had found help. That idea tore at her insides. If she were
honest, truly honest with herself, she’d admit, she had been
terribly lonely. Never would she have imagined she’d feel that
way. Even surrounded by people her whole life, constantly
followed and watched, she felt lonely, even though she was
never alone. And now without those prying eyes, she still felt
low and sad, and had a difficult time enjoying her freedoms.
“You can stay upstairs if you need a place to live. No one eez
there. I ‘ave cleaned out many things, but maybe you can move
things round if you want?”
“Well, soon as eet gets done? You can stay, you know. If
that’s vot you mean. For a while to get on your…feet.”
Her eyes looked down at his massive feet, and she started to
blush like a silly girl. They made their arrangements whilst
walking up the back stairs to the one-bed flat above the
studio, agreeing he could live there as long as he did the work
in the studio. He knew he could fix it right then and there.
Something made him want to be there and take his time; to
just listen to her talk. Even though they barely understood
each other, and had to routinely pause to have a look at each
other’s faces and occasionally spell what it was they were
trying to say.
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They examined the damage to the floor and walls and even
Katerina had to frown at the smell of mothballs in the
apartment. The rain stopped, and the sun was getting ready to
set. Like the daylight, Katerina thought it was a good idea to
say goodbye, for now.
“Absolutely.”
Aodh went down into the studio to assess the damage, and
tried to think of how a real mortal would fix it all up. Perhaps
he should read? First things first. Power. People these days
didn’t seem too fond of firelight. A sizzling sound buzzed into
the open room as the lights came on, and then the furnace
roared, sending gusts of heat into the chilly room. Shrugging
that his day’s work was done, he traipsed back up to the old
woman’s flat. Poking around at things, there was a small,
older television set into a huge casing of carved wood, and a
set of deep dimples sank into his cheeks. Aodh was trying to
locate a remote, wondering how it worked without one.
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“Bear me a moment!”
“Hi, ‘ave you eaten yet? I thought you might be hungry, and
my electric has gone.”
“Why’s that?”
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She picked at her food and spoke soft but at a rapid pace,
twirling her fork in the fluffy potatoes, as he ate, and ate, and
ate even more as if he were starving. This made her smile
inside, even if he couldn’t see it.
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His voice made her melt. It was so deep, and his thick Irish
brogue was just adorable. The place was quiet except for the
low humming of the television program, and when he spoke,
she jumped, making her fork fly out of her hand.
“Oi, aren’t yeh going to eat? Yeh can’t weigh more than seven
stone. Yeh don’t have to actually eat like a bird.”
“Can’t tell me yer not hungry some of the time. I’m from the
land of potatoes, trust me. They won’t kill yeh.”
Her lips parted, and she took a very small bite, closing her
eyes as she savoured the flavour, her stomach growling for
more. Both of her hands took his and pushed it away gently.
last bite, and a final drink, he stood also and helped clean up,
and offered his own two-cents.
“I don’t have a partner, not right now. No. Are you saying
you can don tights and dance as well? Should I sign you up for
class?”
In fact, it was so hot, she had to peel off her sweater as soon
as she walked in. Hoping he’d wake up, she made all kinds of
noise, turned up the radio, clicked loudly back and forth
across the floor, just to see if he’d come down. But, he didn’t.
She had asked him to work in the evenings so as not to
disturb her whilst she danced. Admitting defeat, she kicked
off her tap shoes, and sat on the floor disappointed. One leg
outstretched, she carved her new ballet slippers in a huff.
Here and there, her big eyes stared sadly at the second cup of
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Exhausted was exactly how she felt. Sweat laced her leotard,
and drained down her back as she practised. Examining each
and every move in the mirrors, she criticised herself, her
stance, her posture, and did it again. And again, and once
more until it was perfect. Not just right, but perfect. Her new
pink slippers began to show signs of red stains in the toes, a
life’s work of damage to her feet from working them beyond
the breaking point. As the sun climbed higher, she stopped
for some water. Watching the people passing the glass doors,
the streets were crowded as usual, shopping and carrying
obscene amounts of bags as they made their way through
retail hell.
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A soft ring broke her concentration, and she went to her bag
to answer the little phone to find her friend’s voice on the
other end. Smiling excitedly, she guzzled her water and
clicked off the phone, threw it into her bag. Pouting a little
bit, she scribbled a note on a pink square of sticky paper and
crept up the steps to stick it to his door. She slipped on her
pants and sweater, stalling to see if he’d come down. But, she
couldn’t make Niki wait any longer, and Kat left to go tell her
friend all the details of the giant.
“How tall?”
“Holy shit! Seven feet tall? I don’t think this is a good idea,
Katerina. Is he cute?”
Katerina’s face turned bright pink and felt hot. And it wasn’t
because of the coffee she was sharing with her friend. Taking
a small sip and tried to be blasé about it.
Her coffee cup smacked hard against the small, round table
they shared, some of it’s contents spilling over the sides of her
cup. Niki pulled up her magazine quickly so as not to get
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stained, and she wiped the table with her napkin, looking
sheepish. Katerina’s voice got a little louder, and a little
higher pitched with her answer.
“Not particularly, but I like the new kid pitching for New
York. Look at his eyes, can you believe those are real? Mmm.
He is cute. And legal too.”
“The guy? He’s Irish. And, oh my, he ‘as zis deep voice. Maybe
you can understand him better, I had to ask him to spell for
me.”
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A loud, obnoxious pop tune came from the cell phone, and
Monica answered it in her loud, carrying, Long Island tone.
Katerina merely stared at the wall, fussing with her short hair.
The phone clicked off, and Kat absentmindedly added, “I wish
I hadn’t cut off all of my hair.”
Niki drank her coffee quickly, and slammed the empty cup
to the table as she stood with an enormous, shining handbag
with glimmering buckles and zippers in her hand. She bent
over and kissed Kat’s head quickly and she knelt down beside
the chair to attempt a quiet talk.
Grabbing Kat into a quick hug, Monica left the coffee shop
with huge glasses and grabbed a cab. Kat sat there and held
her mug for a while, blankly staring at the guy on the cover of
the magazine. After some time, she slipped on a ball cap to
cover her short, bleached hair and left as well.
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she walked in attempting a look of ease, but was left with her
mouth hanging open.
“Cheers, Kat. Heard yeh leave, thought I’d get an early start.
These walls need a lot of work.”
Blinking, she shook her head and watched him dunk a roller
on a long wooden stick into the bucket of glue, and then
proceed to slather it onto the water-damaged walls.
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Aodh turned to her, and dipped his roller into the thick,
sticky white glue and laughed shortly.
“Wot?”
“Vot?”
before Niki called back, and by then Kat’s head had filled with
all kinds of ideas. It was nearing midnight and Kat was
freezing from being outside for so long. Niki met her in
Chinatown, just around the corner from her studio, and Kat
explained what she witnessed.
“Glue. Eez all over zee walls! I told him, just fix eet, you
know? I came in and he had one, well, zat does not matter. But
he was rolling eet onto zee walls. Come, look.”
“Vot? His feet are, I don’t know, like, zee size of my entire
thigh! Come, just look. And shush, we shouldn’t wake him.”
“Looks like the idiot did a great job. I should hire him to redo
my bathroom.”
“He’s not idiot, Niki! But, look! Eez, perfect! They are smooth,
the stains are gone, and the holes. Perfect.”
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“I do not know.”
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“Peanut butter, Niki. Eet vos peanut butter in zee sink. Nyet,
the one in the back, the little kitchen one. He wasn’t eating it,
he was using it to caulk the sink. I am positive. I know, I know.
Eet’s been three weeks, but he does odd things. And he wears
odd things. He’s just, odd.”
Niki snorted through the phone, sat down her coffee, and
started taking the big rollers out of her hair.
“Are you sure you’re not just trying to find something wrong
with him? I mean, he did bring you a flower because, what was
it? It looked unhappy?”
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Niki burst into hearty laughter, and Katerina did the same,
as she laid fully dressed in her empty bathtub. Kat peeked
over the edge at the pot that housed the bush, curious at how
the soft pink flowers were blooming more and more as the
days crept on.
“Ireland.”
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Katerina’s fork slipped to her plate with a loud clink and she
brought her napkin to her lips. Shaking her head, she took her
glass of wine while Niki watched, now very curious. Katerina
could hide precious little. She sat the now empty glass down,
her cheeks pink.
“Come on, you’ve been on the lam for a couple months now.
He seems clean and only a little weird. Give him a try. It’s
almost Christmas, although if he’s as big as you say, you might
need more wine.”
Niki chuckled and had a drink as well, her face filling with
colour from the warmth of dinner, the candle, and now the
fine burgundy. Katerina’s face was beet red and she started
shaking her head. Her finger slid around the rim of her glass,
giving off a high pitched sound. Niki sat her glass down and
clamped her hand over the dancer’s and looked at her
curiously.
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Katerina nodded.
“Why?”
“Why vot?”
“Why are you, haven’t you? I mean, how old are you,
Katerina?”
“Sometimes what you say isn’t always what I hear either. Oh,
sweetie. Look.”
“Maybe I do. But this eez new for me, you know? He looks at
me sometimes, and uh. I mean, how many boyfriends have you
known?”
She loved how she said her name. It was drawn out like,
‘Neekey.’ Snorting, she dragged the ballerina to a book and a
case of jewelry. There were all kinds of gems and barbells and
pictures of tongues and bellybuttons adorned with small
jewels. Katerina was shaking her head and taking deep
breaths, and Niki starting nudging her shoulder.
The singer stood there, and scanned pages, until she paused
abruptly, pulled Katerina close to her. She started whispering
animatedly into her ear, one finger held up to silence the guy
behind the counter as she pleaded her case. Katerina’s hands
covered her entire face as she shook her head emphatically.
Finally, Niki pulled back and offered one last comfort.
“Oy vey, easy for you to say, yours eez not intact.”
“You should have job with police. You are expert negotiator,
Niki. How you talked me into…”
Katerina shot her a look as they carefully got into the cab.
They stopped in front of Katerina’s apartment building, and
Niki stuffed the envelope deep into the dancer’s bag along
with the packet from the piercing guy.
“Scott and I want to take you out for your birthday, maybe
the day after Christmas? I’m sorry, I’m singing Christmas Eve.
I’ll call you sweetie.”
she owned the place. She strolled over to him with a bounce
in her step, her heels echoing as she strode across the room
towards him.
“Hey. I’m Monica, but Katerina calls me Niki. Whoa. Are you
fucking stupid?”
“Not particularly, Monica.. Are yeh daft? Or, was that a sort
of trick question?”
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Aodh left the wiring alone, and faced her fully, looking
down into her eyes that tried so hard to pierce through him.
“Look, I want her to have a good time, take it. I want to know
she’ll enjoy herself.”
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Aodh took the cash in his hand, and examined it, thinking it
looked odd and sort of funny. Then he stepped closer to Niki,
and bent down to her face as his hand shoved the roll of cash
back into her pricey handbag.
“And wot makes yeh think she needs a wad of loot to enjoy
herself? I have this sorted, but cheers all the same.”
Niki was taken aback by him getting into her face the way
he did. Though his voice was never raised, it’s deep, grainy
tone made her ears itch and the hairs on the back of her neck
stand on end. Shrugging, she walked away from him, and
went towards the door.
Annoyed, Niki backed out of the door, and got into the
nearest cab. Aodh chuckled to himself, a plan already
blossoming in his mind.
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“Cheers, doll. Erm, love. I meant, Kat. I’ll get to the floors
soon enough. Cold out, eh?”
“Aodh, you did this for me? I forgot a tree zis year. They are
real candles!”
“Erm, I made it. From a bit of wood. Had some extra paint.
Thought yeh might like it.”
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“Nice to meet you Maria. Well, I don’t know about zee age, I
vos going to teach young girls. But, if you like, we can dance a
bit, have a warm up? I ‘ave not set up classes yet.”
The girl nodded so enthusiastically, her hair slid all over her
shoulder, like her hair was waving back. She stripped off her
coat, and walked in further, giving Kat a shock at how at ease
she suddenly seemed to be. They went to her supply closet,
and Katerina found her a pair of slippers. They changed their
shoes, Maria leaving her white sneakers by one of the paint
buckets, and they went to the barre. The music began and
they started, Maria copying Kat’s instruction easily, and
performing fluidly.
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“Excellent, you ‘ave not lost much by way of form. Can you
follow?”
Katerina got to her toes, and the girl followed, and they
danced in canon, Maria doing each of Katerina’s steps just
two positions behind. They danced for a good while, building
up a healthy sweat when a knock came at the door. Both
women paused, and Katerina looked cautiously at a man
outside. He only knocked, but didn’t come in, though the
door was open. He had a square box that he held up, and
Katerina opened the door for him. Still, he didn’t come in, just
left the square box in her hands and turned with a polite
smile. She sat it on the desk, the girl just watching. Katerina
picked up one of Aodh’s many screwdrivers he left lying
about. Wincing, she sat down in her chair and brought her
foot up to her knee. Her toes were bleeding again. Perhaps
she had been too hard on them lately, after all. The girl stared
at her, looking like she would be sick. And then she ran. She
grabbed her coat, left her shoes and took off as fast as her legs
could carry her.
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She started to giggle and ran to the tree. She blew out all of
the candles, and then blew a big, affectionate kiss to the
angelic girl atop. However, she had to pause at her door,
ready to swear the fixture blew a kiss back. Frantically, she
hauled herself home to shower and change, hugging the
skates tightly .
“No way! I’ll fall through. Go on, I’ll watch. Yer doing a bang-
up job, Doll. Erm, Kat.”
“If you crush me, I don’t think I’ll have much to say.”
After negotiating with the man behind the counter for the
largest skates they had, he followed her to the rink. He was
not as sleek and graceful as Kat, but he did his best not to fall.
After some time, she was gliding along backwards, holding his
hands as he watched her. He could stare at her for days.
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He cleared his throat, and shook his head a little bit, giving
a vague answer whilst she tried to walk fast to keep up with
his stride.
“Really? You don’t look over 35. I’d guess 33, I think.”
“Vot?”
“Wot?”
the table, and Aodh tipped his glass to her. She barely sipped,
and kept looking around like she was going to be in trouble.
Aodh stood, offering his hand.
Katerina left her skates under the table, and she nodded
giving him her hand. The small dance floor was crowded, but
Aodh’s sheer girth seemed to make everyone want to get out
of his way. They moved slowly to the soft strumming of the
guitar, as he held on to her hand. She was looking up to him,
straining her neck to see his face when she began to blush.
His eyes followed hers, and he turned his head around, looked
up and saw a bunch of mistletoe hanging over his head. He
looked back down and grinned wickedly. Picking her up from
the floor, he held her face to his as her legs slid around his
waist. His nose brushed over hers making her eyes close, as he
slid his hand over her smooth cheek, cupping her face. He
paused at how perfectly beautiful she was; it mesmerised him.
His mouth to hers, he kissed her pink, soft lips.
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Covering his hand with her own, she seemed taken aback by
his question.
“I believe in god. God is not wot you wear round yer neck.
Some believe in other, older gods. Many actually.”
This was not the way he wanted the evening to go. His
curious mind just couldn’t have kept his damned mouth shut.
Dru must have worn on him with her quick wit and unfiltered
mouth. Dru. He’d missed her, and tried to contact her, but
she wasn’t allowing him in. Some nights he’d lie on the floor,
holding the sweater in his hand whilst the other traced the
ballerina’s steps, wondering if a mortal existence was what
he’d be better off living. What else would there be if the rest
of his kin were gone?
“Aye, yeh can say that. We can chat later on it, don’t yeh
want to hear yer mate?”
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Daemon’s Den
Weeks had come and gone, and Dru hadn’t seen so much as
a sliver of sky, or a blade of grass since arriving. She woke
with a groan, slid from the bed and padded towards the
bathroom. Her bare feet slapped against the smooth, cool
floor and she shut herself in. It was dark, and she fumbled
around for the lights. She knew there was no such switch to
illuminate the room, but repetition made her do the same
thing, day in and day out. Brackets hanging on the wall burst
into life, casting a flickering light from the flames that
bounced off of the gold-gilded surfaces.
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running from the floor to a few feet taller than Dru. They
were seamless, encompassed in golden carved frames.
Her head was dipped into the water again, and when she
came up, the women backed away. Using her own hands, she
wiped away the water from her stinging eyes to see Kas there
in the water with them. The women went to him, and began
to bathe him. Dru bounded backwards to a wall. Kas watched
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The women chanced a look at Dru, but never did they pause
in their duty. Dru got further away, and leaned her back
against the edge of the bath.
“Erm, they aren’t my sisters, I’m not only a witch, and make
me.”
“Yer not going to make me into a slave, Kas. I’d rather yeh kill
me first.”
“You say that like it will be without pain. Then again, you
seem to enjoy certain pains.”
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His nail pierced her lip, and Dru smacked his face with a
wet, stinging hand. He pushed harder into her body, making
her back scratch up against the tap in the corner that was in
the shape of beast that sort of looked like an anteater, only
with slanted eyes and squared ears. It’s spout dug into her
already hurt back, and she tried to pull away from him. Water
splashed around them as he watched her squirm, all the while
grinning calmly.
“Please, yer the one who loves it. Haven’t left me alone for a
minute since I got here.”
Moments like these, he’d soften slightly, his grip on her body
would become almost gentle. His sharp spear-like nail
retracted back into his skin, and he kissed her bleeding lip. It
was trailing down her chin, and he took one long swipe of his
tongue to clean it from her face before kissing her. Dru could
taste her spilt blood, not an unfamiliar taste since coming to
the desert. The sleeping quarters bore new evidence daily of
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His hand slid up her back, and she pulled away for a
moment, the hot water stinging her open wounds. He
wouldn’t let her move far, and her face turned away, trying to
swallow away the stinging feeling of his fingers penetrating
her skin, gauging her flesh. Teeth and eyes clenched; they
popped open suddenly. He had a gentler touch, and the
feeling that her skin was being ripped faded away.
Dru looked at him, and he pulled her out of the water, and
sat her on the edge. He spread her legs and stood between
them, examining his handiwork displayed on her fair skin. He
worked his dark hands over her wet skin, sealing open
wounds, and lightening the multitude of bruises covering her.
Her hand slid into his longish black hair, pushing it off of his
forehead, and his eyes met hers. She tilted his head
backwards, leaned in, and drew her lips over the burn mark
around his neck left by use of a braided bit of rope the
previous night. Her fingers went to his neck, and he grabbed
her wrists and pulled her back into the water.
They sank beneath the surface and hit the floor of the pool.
She fought back as best she could, her breath taken, her hair
covering her face. Faintness was overtaking her head, forcing
her eyes to close, and her resistance to wane. She woke in Kas’
bed, with him sitting next to her, drawing his finger along the
tattoo resting low on her belly.
“Wot happened?”
“Heh?”
“Flutter.”
Sounds of feet scurrying around the room made her turn her
head; a dozen women were fussing over trays of food and
drinks, and exited through tall copper and bronze doors with
emblazoned with ornate depictions. Kas helped Dru to sit up,
and she noticed she was wearing layers of silk in green and
blue, wrapped expertly around her body to look like a dress,
hanging from one shoulder. He sat her down in a chair not
unlike a throne, and he sat across from her as a new group of
women fell in line through the doors to serve, pour wine, and
generally fuss over them. He seemed very much at ease with
them touching him, placing cloth on his lap, even cutting
meat and feeding it to him. One woman touched Dru’s wild
mane, and Dru smacked her away.
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“Piss off!”
Kas waved his hand and they retreated. Dru glared at him,
and drained a goblet of wine as quickly as it could make it
down her throat.
His eyes were still their shade of cinnamon, which told her
he wasn’t truly angry, yet. It was when they deepened to the
color of blood that she knew true pain was to come.
Dru sat down her goblet, and crossed one leg over the other,
highly aware how tight her thighs felt under the gown. Kas
picked up an ornamental knife with a snake curled around the
pearl handle, toying with it menacingly as Dru spoke.
“I think yer a big bloke who can cut his own damned steak.”
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“You think those women are beneath you? You think you are
better than them? You think any are held against her will?”
Kas’ lips were against Dru’s ear, and she could hear people
scattering on the other side of the door. Swallowing, she let
out a bored-sounding laugh.
“Fuck yes I’m better than them. And I am held here against
my will. And I’ll have yeh kill me before I go cutting yer meat
and washin’ yer arse, yeh spoilt fucking git. How old are you? A
fucking nursery student who can’t wash his own bollocks? Fuck
off, and let me go. You know wot? Go fetch me a fag, a real one,
not that brown piss yeh keep sucking day after bloody day. And
make my coffee strong while yer at it.”
His hand gripped the back of her hair, and he pulled her
face away from the door to have her lips. Kas’ tongue snaked
into her mouth before he let go and slammed her face into
the door. Dru slid to the floor and he turned away from her to
light one of his thin brown cigarettes. Stumbling to her feet,
she leaned back onto the doors, and conjured a similar
cigarette to smoke. She could hear women whispering on the
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other side of the door. She kicked her foot against it, and
screamed through the cigarette lit between her lips.
Dru flung herself back onto one of the lush pillows, kicking
the silky bedding away from her feet and ripping the gown
from her body. Everything felt annoying and tight, and she
started snatching things from the tables and hurtling them
across the room. Kas opened the door, and a flood of women
came into the room to tend to the considerable mess Dru
made. Kas started to leave, but turned just as the last
Cimmerian-haired beauty filed into the room.
Dru sat up like a shot in the bed, and the women encircled
her, touching her dress and hair, fawning over her while her
voice rang out after him. But, the gold emblazoned door
sealed her in.
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Dru didn’t see Kas much in the coming weeks. She had been
moved to another room, which was more opulent than the
one she had been in previously. This one held a separate room
for dressing, with gowns and decadent headpieces that she
was forced into day after day. Not that she had much to
complain about, other than the fact she couldn’t leave,
couldn’t perform magic, and couldn’t stand being touched.
Kas rarely showed his face now, but he left her odd,
extravagant gifts every morning.
Dru vacantly stared out to her room that was littered with
gems and statues and antiquities, thinking of her sunflowers
blowing in a warm breeze. Or her garden gate that would
stick every spring from the lavender that grew thick and full
made her nose itch from the imagined scent. She could be
alone in her cottage, day after day, and stare out to the sea
with nothing more than a cup of tea, and never feel lonely for
a moment. Here, surrounded by people and treasures, she felt
even more alone than ever.
Kas attempted to sit for dinner with her one night. She was
bored, and feeling hateful. She interrupted their meal, with a
wide grin on her face, questioning him with a false
excitement.
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Dru’s lips were sealed shut for the remainder of the day. As
he left, his voice crept through her, sending chills like
daggers. She knew he’d retaliate, and almost didn’t care so
long as it ruined his night.
Use them only to kiss me, speak my name, and eat three
meals a day, or they will remain sealed.
The following day, she neither kissed him, nor spoke his
name, and she refused to eat. The only thing she did in his
presence was smoke like a chimney; lighting two, three, four
cigarettes at a time, mocking his little game. They ended up
on the table, dishes and serving platters crashing to the floor
as he smacked the cigarettes from her mouth.
“Face, do you really think one woman can contain me? Can
you contain me?”
“They can have yeh. Get off of me, Kas. That’s enough of this
rubbish, I want to go home.”
“Get off of me, I’m done. Go play with yer harem dream
house. Let me go.”
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“No. I don’t think that works for me. Now, scream like a good
girl. Just how I like it.”
Kas spat on the floor. Dru’s leg bled profusely, and he leaned
over her terrified face as her blood dripped from his lips. His
cinnamon eyes that had been filled with nothing more than
lust a moment before changed to that dangerous shade
matching her blood. This time, inky spots tarnished them.
“You’re mine. MINE. I get what I want, and who I want. Stop
thinking you’re any different. This face? Mine. I’ll rip it off the
bone if I feel like it. This body? I’ll fry it with a dark sauce and
pick my teeth while watching your head sit on a platter if I
want. Understand? Do you? You are MINE.”
She clawed at his face and chest, crying, feeling faint from
loss of blood. Each of her beautiful, fanciful butterflies singed
mid-air and she cried out so loud, the chandelier above them
shook dangerously. His body began to pulsate, dripping sweat
to mingle with the wine and blood. His breathing heavy and
ragged, he lowered his face to her ear, slowing his body as he
spoke in a raspy, reverberating growl, his breath bated.
“You’re mine, and you will give me a son. Or you can die
trying.”
His bloodied lips dragged along her neck and ear, laughing
like a lunatic hiding in a shadow. Then quite suddenly, he was
gone. Dru was left sobbing, breathless, trying to stop the
bleeding. She sobbed his name over and over, trying to get to
reach him. Needing him. Desperate for her best mate.
“Aodh.”
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Evanescent Ballerina
Aodh’s large hand abandoned his glass for her cheek, and he
leaned down so his mouth could grace her ear.
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Aodh peeled Katerina’s hands from her face and kissed her
nose. Again, he watched her face, just like one would watch a
masterpiece in a museum, marveling in it’s perfection.
“More?”
Aodh nodded, and slid a small pink box into her delicate
hand. She brought it up to the light of the candle; it was little
and square, with a white ribbon tying it together. She tugged
at the ribbon, and Niki started to make a few lyrical mistakes
as she watched the pair. Katerina creaked the small box open
and gasped. A beautiful ring sat in the cushion of white satin;
two hands holding a heart made of a gemstone she didn’t
quite recognise. The stone changed colours as she twisted it
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“It’s a Claddagh ring. It’s been fitted with a gem I’m told is
rare, named after a Russian Czar.”
“Oohh, Alexandrite?”
“Right. That’s it. When worn on the right hand, facing out, it
is a symbol of friendship, loyalty, and of course, trust.”
Aodh slid the ring on Katerina’s right hand, and faced the
ring outwards. The heart-shaped gem continually changed
colours, fading from purple to red, blue to green, and back
again with every shade in between. He kissed her hand, and
Niki watched, looking like she would scream. Kat’s eyes filled
with emotion as she played with the ring, twirling it in the
candle light, finally unable to suppress the joy ready to leak
from her eyes. Her arms flung around his neck, tears
streaming down her cheek. Niki stopped singing altogether
and just strummed on her guitar, her perfectly lined mouth
agape.
“Oh aye. Turned in on the right hand means that, erm, yer
heart is taken.“
They looked at each other, and Katerina twisted the ring for
a moment whilst Aodh’s hand slipped over the sweater still
resting in his lap. Dru. It felt like he had been slapped in the
head. Katerina kept talking and playing with the ring on her
finger, but her voice was being drowned out by his best mate.
Dru needed him, she was calling for help.
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He kissed her cheek and stood up. Kat stared at him, utterly
confused. Aodh started leaving huge amounts of money on
the table, and Kat watched, wondering why he was paying for
dinner like he was buying a car.
“Where are you going? You give me zis night out, and zis
ring, and then you go? Why?”
“Dru? A woman? How you know she has trouble? One minute
we are kissing by candles and the next, she has trouble and you
go?”
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“Find her? You don’t even know where she has gone? I don‘t
understand.”
“Don’t think on it. Oi. Yeh turned the ring! It’s facing in.
Doll?”
“Aodh? Vot eez wrong with your eyes? They are different.”
Tiny globes within his eyes were vivid, blanking out the
usual sapphire colour, and he didn’t even care about hiding it.
He wanted her to know. Everything. Something about them
made her speak, even though she felt confused, she felt safe
right there.
“I need to tell yeh who I am Kat. I want yeh to come with me.
Be with me.”
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Aodh whispered to her ear, wanting to blurt it all out for her
to understand. He knew she’d have a hard time of it, but he’d
show her, he’d take her with him.
Katerina shook her head and pulled away from him. What
was he saying? He was like, who? Zeus? Was he making a
mockery of her faith? She stepped away, and folded her arms
as tight as possible.
“Vot eez this lie? Why are you doing these things?”
Niki came out of the club, walking fast towards them, her
face contorted under the falsely peaceful falling snow. Kat saw
her and started to walk to her friend, shaking her head in
disbelief, fighting back the impending wave of tears. Aodh’s
voice boomed over the honking cabs and music seeping from
the club down the block.
“I am not lying Kat. Yer just being stubborn. Oi! Kat? I’m
trying to explain!”
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Aodh and Niki were left facing each other across a huge
circular mark on the ground where even the snow had gone.
They ran to it with Aodh’s deep, penetrating voice raging,
calling her name. The reverberation sent shattered glass flying
through the air, harpooning cars and buildings, slicing right
through brick and mortar under the weight of his sheer
vehemence. His fist bore through the pavement, creating a
massive hole in the sidewalk.
Niki fell to her knees, covered her head from the flying glass
whilst screaming at the top of her chilled lungs. People nearby
screamed, thinking some kind of earthquake was rocking
their festive city. Aodh’s hand ripped out of the cement. Dirt
and debris coming with it as he rounded on Niki.
“Where is she!?”
Aodh took Niki firmly by her arm; she was still screaming
and crying hysterically. Sirens sounding in the distance were
growing louder. He pulled Niki up, and he didn’t bother
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“Oi, snap out of it! Whose are these? Wot was she doing here,
Monica?”
“Her flat?”
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Aodh left the kitchen with Monica in tow, who was flipping
through old mail. She never came in here before, either. To
the left of the sofa was a short barre and mirror covering the
wall. Katerina could dance here and see a lovely view of New
York. He stood looking at his own reflection, the snow falling
harder now, coating the grimy city in soft, white beauty.
Monica was behind him, awaiting an answer, but her eyes
were leaking. He imagined Katerina would normally stand
right here, the perfect picture of beauty and grace, dancing at
the window for all of nature and the city to admire. A stereo
sat on a shelf between clean white boxes.
“She had a hard life, Aodh. She wasn’t taken care of. People
hurt her, her whole life, they really hurt her. She escaped on
Halloween. I only met her that night.”
my niece has come to New York to visit me.’ And it was just like
that."
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“Read, Monica.”
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“How do yeh think I got yeh here? How I fixed up her studio,
how I knew yeh have a history of troubles?”
She glared, and again her temper rose to the surface. Aodh
stood to his full height, and his considerable girth made the
already small room look more like a house befitting a tiny
doll. He walked out, and paused outside of her loo. It smelled
heavily of roses. He turned and leaned against the door jamb,
the corner cracking under his weight.
“It’s not shite, not at all. I’m trying to explain it to yeh. Need a
demonstration, or wot?”
“It said The Dagda is the god of knowledge, so why don’t you
know where she is?”
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He plucked himself from the wall, and went into the loo,
shutting the door behind him. Monica waited in the hall,
talking to the door, though she couldn’t really find much to
say.
She could hear the toilet flush and water running, but the
door opened quickly, before the tap was shut off. Aodh was
holding a pamphlet, labeled: Care and Cleaning of your New
Piercing. Monica snorted, and walked downstairs quickly,
Aodh right behind her. The water turned off, seemingly on it’s
own. Niki’s hands moved before she started talking.
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“Come off it, wot kind of piercing? I didn’t see her ears having
rings in them.”
“Oh, looks like you have one too, on your tongue. Is it red or
orange?”
“Oi, she’s had her clit pierced? Why would yeh take her to do
that for?”
“And she let some lass pierce her, there, cos I said she was a
bit prudish?”
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Monica turned from the mirror when she said her last, a
little smirk on her face that lasted less than a fraction of a
second. All the windows in Katerina’s flat imploded; the vase
of lilies, even the pot holding the Camellia bush he had given
her a couple weeks before. The shards of glass flew in to the
flat and crushed into a fine powder, before stopping midair,
and changing course. The pale powder went back towards the
windows and vases, and reformed as if nothing at all had
happened. Monica’s hands were covering her face, and she
peeked through her fingers once the noise and crashing
ceased.
“Yeh can’t stay here, yeh need to go back and act like nothing
is wrong.”
“Just do it. I’ll have to figure it out, but I can’t think with yeh
here. I’ll stay here tonight and sort it out.”
“Wait. You don’t know where she is and you didn’t do it. Does
that mean there’s other magic people out there?”
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“You have to let me help! I know people, I can get shit done in
this town.”
“Yeh don’t know these people, and I’d wager she’s no where
near this town.”
“Aye, I did.”
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The frigid New York air was long gone. It was burning and
hot, causing Kat to cough violently. Beads of sweat formed on
her brow as she doubled over in a fit. She was not on any
street familiar, or anywhere in New York for that matter. Her
head swirled with the images of her surroundings. She was in
round a metallic cage. It’s bars were smooth and shining like a
polished metal, not like iron. It was just tall enough for her to
sit on her knees, with a rounded roof and curved door.
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The cage tipped over in mid air and the door flung open,
dumping Katerina out of it. Her hand fastened around a bar,
and she hung there, sobbing. She tried to hold herself up,
pulling her feet away from the serpents climbing closer to
their meal.
Once more the cage righted itself, and her body was shut
back inside and it crashed to the floor. The snakes were
thrown outside of an invisible circle, just a few feet from her
metallic prison. A man stood in the center of the snakes, and
stepped over them, crushing them under his feet. He walked
casually over them, onto them, through them. He was
somewhat tall, though no where near as tall as Aodh. His hair
was black, his skin tan, his eyebrows very thick and straight.
But, the pain she felt was equal to someone sticking a hot
poker through her fingertips. What she would do if she did
get out was really the issue. She could see no doors or
windows, just swallowing blackness.
Far away within the same house, deep under the sands of
the earth, the house continued it’s splendour. It’s halls spread
like spider veins, twisting in a confusing maze going further
under the ground, down wide, steep stairs boasting intricately
carved walls. A breath followed the path from Katerina’s cage,
sailing on the air past columns and gilded delights, under
thick tapestries until it knocked on an arched, bronze door
with a woman’s likeness painstakingly etched into the panel.
King.
She pulled her hand away from one of the girls as her hair
fell to the floor; each thin twist moved to the center, forming
one thick, long braid that twitched like a cat’s tail. Half a
dozen jet-black cats weaved between the legs of the women,
but they retreated at the singular word, like they knew
something was about to happen. Each knuckle of her thin
fingers cracked with a quick, rolling movement, and every
young woman in the room abandoned their crafts
immediately.
Her eyes were the same colour of her dress; amber with
distinct waves of orange and gold depending on the light. Her
eyes were heavily lined with black that came out to a severe
point from the side, giving her the look of a feline. She stood,
and didn’t appear much taller once on her feet. Her hair
lingered around her knees as she walked towards the still-
closed door to her quarters. Barely had she stood before the
door opened, and Kas strolled through with a look of surprise
to see his wife awaiting him. He paused briefly in his stride
before he threw himself down lazily into a chair near her
headpiece.
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“Do you value your life and your place within it, Tabia?”
The girl’s hand shook as she worked, not daring to meet the
woman’s eyes. Nodding, but still not daring to stop her work,
she answered.
“Then, tell me what our husband has been up to. And look
into my eyes as you speak.”
Zalika took the girl’s face in her hand, and turned her away
from her work so that their eyes could meet. A pair of cats
swam between Zalika’s feet, purring loudly, rubbing their
softness over her. The girl’s deep brown eyes welled with tears
as Zalika squeezed her face roughly.
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Zalika let go of the girl, and immediately she started kiss her
Queen’s hand with gratitude. Zalika allowed her to repent for
a moment, the cat’s purrs growing louder, reverberating off
her skin. Zalika turned from her, heading to the door. She
paused, and turned her head a little to ask one final question,
the cats following her closely.
The girl’s tears fell harder than before. She looked down to
the rag in her hand, and dropped to her knees, hoping for
some semblance of forgiveness before answering. Wringing
the rag, her voice shook and fat tears fell to the slick floor.
“Ashes to ashes.”
“Dust to dust.”
remains of the girl. The gust slammed into the door, where
the young girl’s tear-stained face was immortalised in bronze
along with thousands of other faces. The pair of doors crashed
open, and Zalika stepped over the threshold, a warm, wicked
wind blowing in her wake with the felines following closely.
“I already have, Zali. Pity, really. But you weren’t what your
father sold you to be.”
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“Sold? You know as well as I do what this union was for. You
think you can go behind my back with some common woman,
and still rise? I should have you slaughtered for your
insubordination.”
The room was large and immensely dark, only the glow of
her amber eyes pierced through the density. A whimper came
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from above, and she looked to it, a vicious snarl twisting her
lips. A long whip of hot wind reached out to the cage hoisted
high above. Like an invisible hand, it plucked the cage from
the air and brought it down for her to observe. Katerina was
coughing from the immense heat; it was thick, dry, and
making her sweat. A rush of heat wrapped around the cage,
and she pulled her arms from the sweater she wore,
attempting to draw breath.
“Katerina.”
“You aren’t the one. I can smell the stench of your chastity.
What do you do, Katerina?”
“I’m a dancer.”
“Then dance.”
The cage soared high into the air again, and Katerina’s voice
yelled out, hysterical and screaming at whatever it was
touching her, searing her skin, and slicing away her clothes.
The black-gold cage started to make odd sounds, like metal
stretching, and Katerina was yanked to her feet by an invisible
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hand. Her hair was twisted to the top of her head in a neat
bun, and her bare body was covered in a red leotard and black
tights. Her eyes stared in confusion at her feet as they were
shoved into a pair of red pointe shoes and laced up quickly by
invisible, scorching hot fingers.
She spun on the spot as a red tutu wrapped itself around her
body, stiff and formal. She lost control over her body; it
started to move on it’s own accord. The cage stretched tall,
but not much wider, just enough so her left leg could lift and
bend behind her, and she was forced on her right toe. Her
arms were lifted into the air so she was in a stiff, proper
attitude en pointe. Slow music, like something from a little
girl’s music box, began to echo in the room as she twirled en
pointe.
slipper and into the mouth of the awaiting viper. Zalika pet
the beast, keeping the bulky sweater tucked under her arm.
“Now, now you’re very clever, aren’t you? You’ll find a way to
your meal. And she will taste all the sweeter once you do.”
Zalika sank through the floor and the snakes climbed onto
one another. They reformed their snake-ladder to attempt to
reach the dancer who was twirling on one foot, unable to
stop, a desperate prayer whispering under her ragged breath.
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her protection. She thought him mad. Now she must think
him a liar. That alone cut through him like a hot knife. He
had to think. Whilst her home made him feel depressingly
close to her, it was getting him nowhere. Reluctantly, he
stood and made sure to smooth her linens, making it picture
perfect as she had it. Her home was perfect, like her.
Taking only the mystery shoes and cut-out photo she had
made, he left her flat, breathing her essence one final time. He
evanesced into the night, air and energy crushing him
temporarily in a pain he welcomed, he deserved, he begged
for. He went to the first place he could think of, where he first
clamped eyes on the great beauty who would turn out to be
his best mate. A fireball of brilliance and energy, she too had
welcomed him into her life, asking nothing in return. What
did he give her? As soon as one ripple was felt he rounded on
her, pushing her away, sending her into solitude. What kind
of friend had he been when she learnt her destiny had not
been fulfilled? He thought of her vibrant, green-striped eyes
and how they penetrated his mind with barely a glance. He
didn’t deserve her either. Still, he had to do what was right to
the two women whom he truly felt love for: he would not rest
until they were safe. Forever more, he was their guardian. The
pulse of the waves crashed upon him as he found his footing
on the rocky beach. He was where it all began: Dru’s cottage.
them since she was a child. Dru had told him this herself
during their long talks, walking with each other round
Ireland. When her entire coven had been lost, she took to this
cottage on the sea, never again taking a step into her family’s
home. She found refuge amongst the waves, a self-imposed
seclusion.
Snow fell through the open hole left in her thatched roof
where his head had burst through. Her kitchen was crammed
with bottles and jars of unknown spices, and one furry critter
with it’s head stuck into one of her biscuit jars. Shelves were
piled with books and trinkets, and he smiled sadly at how
different Dru was from Katerina. Katerina's home was like a
museum, all the good stuff hidden away out of sight from
prying eyes, showing off nothing but order for one to see.
Dru, on the other hand, had chock loaded her book shelves
with albums, books, and photos. Her furniture was covered
with various cushions and pillows in bright colours and half a
dozen throw blankets. Her walls boasted framed photographs
of friends and past lovers, and even her family. All the women
looked alike: stunningly beautiful with golden wavy hair, faces
like fresh cream, and eyes that pierced the soul. It would have
been difficult to distinguish one from the other, mum from
daughter, if it weren’t for Dru's trademark daisies tucked
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For some reason, that one picture struck him and made him
stand still for quite some time. It was black and white, all
three women standing in a line, smiling, hair waving in the
wind. They were the same in height and stature; same jaw,
same teeth, same curvy figures with cinched waists. And those
eyes. But, in this picture, they all were green even though the
photo itself was clearly devoid of all other colour. He was
reminded of another picture floating around in his mind. It
was a rough sketch done with coal upon rock. Ages ago, there
was a legend told of a beauty that would cause a great war.
This image had been embedded in his head. Though black
and white in it's entirety, the eyes of the women shone in a
vibrant painted-green hue. A thought crashed upon him,
knocking the breath out of his lungs as he took a great gasp.
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Perhaps it wasn’t Ty’s fault for not doing his duties, perhaps
it was Dru’s stubbornness. It was the last set that continued to
confirm his suspicions. Some bloke from America wrote a
description of her eyes; ‘A thousand stripes of green, just as
the wandering meadow of her native home, Ireland.’
Aodh left her room and walked back down to examine the
other bedrooms, searching the grandmother and mother’s
quarters thoroughly. He felt a rickety wood plank under his
feet, threatening to collapse under his weight. He knelt upon
the floor and wrenched up the floorboards. Making a kiddie-
pool sized hole in the floor, he exposed a rather large
collection of papers. These pages were written in a
combination of Irish and English, and a script he knew to be
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His mouth found her shoulder, and she shook her head. His
hands wrapped around her, and hiked up her gown. She stood
abruptly, and started walking around the room, trying to find
a point furthest from him. He followed her as she walked
around the room, like a lost child tailing his mum. Her hand
swiped at a lamp, sending it to the floor. Kas casually kicked it
out of the way and snatched her hand. Dru spun around and
pulled away from him, ready to wallop his face. But, he took
hold of her upper arms, and pulled her right out of her shoes.
He held her up to his face, and the smell the heavy liquor and
those brown cigarettes stung her nose.
His face was newly shaven except for the thin strip of hair
on his chin that he started to rub over her nose as he kissed
her forehead. He sat her down, and got to his knees, taking
his hands to her thighs, where her skin started to burn hot.
She winced, trying to step back, but his hands held her there
firmly. His hands slid to the side, parting the slit in her long,
flowing gown, and he kissed the bandages that wrapped her
wounds. As his lips met them, they melted away, revealing
clean, yet scarred skin beneath. Dru’s hand slid into his hair,
and he growled lowly, deeply, and he tasted her newly healed
skin with the tip of his tongue. Dru tugged his head back, and
knelt down. She kissed him under his jaw which always made
a growl issue from his throat.
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“Let the butterfly go, Kas. So, when she comes back, yeh know
she wants to.”
Kas slid his hands through Dru’s hair as she kissed his neck,
and he snapped her head back with a forceful, loud tug that
made her hiss like a cat.
Kas pulled Dru to her feet with him, still holding her hair as
he walked, making her fall back to her knees. He dragged her
along the smooth marble floor and tossed her to the foot of
the bed. Dozens of women burst through the doors, and
pulled Dru to her feet. They encircled her, fawning over her,
pulling at her hair and clothes as another group of women
went to Kas. The unhappy couple were surrounded by
hundreds of arms and hands tugging and pulling and
smoothing their bodies. The room’s golden glow burst,
illuminating even more than usual, like someone had taken a
buffer to the walls.
Huge dark red and orange flowers filled every corner, every
vase, and hung from every archway available. A long, blood-
red carpet slid over the floor and stopped under a canopy of
red and orange flowers, and Kas stepped to the right of it,
dressed in solid black. His suit was buttoned high on his neck,
the jacket long, nearly to his knees. A wide collection of
rubies and emeralds were slung over his shoulder. They were
closely set, looking like bejeweled flesh of a massive scorpion,
with a pointed sapphire tail that tapped Kas’ shoulder
repeatedly. The face of the gemstone beast sat at his waist like
a cummerbund, it’s black-diamond eyes swirling around it the
gold setting.
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Even as she thought of it, a tear found her eye and flowed
down her cheek, streaking her makeup in a long, thin black
line down her face. She refused to move. Kas remedied her
cemented feet, and she slid across the floor, right over the
carpet that bunched under her dragging feet. She stopped
next to Kas and he gripped her arm hard. She tried to pull
away, cursing under her breath, but it was no use. Again and
again she called to Aodh, begging him to come for her, when
the sphinx Kas had given Dru as a gift spoke. She stared at it
open mouthed, barely hearing what it was saying as Kas’
spear-like nails dug into her arm, trying to hold her steady.
Two energies, one hot like steam, and the other cool like
mist of the sea wrapped around Kas’ body, and hurtled him
into the air where he crashed spectacularly through the
canopy of wedding flowers. The women glared at each other,
circling around, each bearing four red marks across their
faces. Zalika pitched a ball of heat towards Dru, and Dru
moved, but barely in time as part of it caught the dress,
reducing the train to sand. Zalika’s amber eyes glowed a
violent shade of orange at the sight of her dress on the
woman’s body, and now part of it lying in a heap of sand at
the witch’s feet. Small balls of translucent, steaming hot
energy started coming from Zalika’s hands, soaring straight to
the witch.
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Kas stood, and as Zalika caught him in her sights the balls of
energy slammed towards him, and she began to scream at the
top of her lungs. Dru turned and ducked as best she could
whilst wearing fifty pounds of Zalika’s beadwork. The energy
balls slid over the dress and nicked at her skin as she twisted
and tried to find her footing. Dozens of lethal spheres shot
towards her, and she ducked, attempting to hide. She tried to
get out of the way, cursing Kas for nicking her powers and
doing nothing to stop this lunatic from destroying them all.
The walls began to crumble from the sheer force of the
woman’s power and Dru attempted top calm her down. Kas
stood off to the side casually, lighting another one of his long,
thin, brown cigarettes.
“Look, uhm, I told him no, and he can’t listen for shite. Yeh
can have him.”
Dru’s words sent the raven-haired girl through the roof. Her
hair that had been hanging long and soft down her back
gained a life of it’s own. Zalika’s colour drained from her face,
giving her a sickly appearance far from her usual bronzed tan.
Her voice rang out in sheer, unadulterated anger.
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that words did not need to explain, and she threw out her
hand and drew it back quickly. A door appeared behind Dru,
who was concentrating as hard as possible, trying so
desperately to find a way to fly home. Kas’ hold remained
firm. His reddish eyes went from his wife to the door and he
shook his head, and called out like he was speaking in slow
motion. Dru’s arms lowered a bit once she saw his face, and
she turned to see what was behind her, but by then it was too
late. Dru was sucked in through a door of darkness, leaving
her butterflies to vanish instantly, but not before one swept
past Zalika’s face, slicing a long, angry gash into her otherwise
flawless cheek. A long, invisible hand reached out, and closed
the door, leaving everything still, and silent, like the quiet
before a storm.
thin, her shadow falling upon it like a stain. Her eyes adjusted
slowly as the door found it’s final inch and shut completely.
When it did, the room awoke with noise, music and laughter.
longed to do. Inside she was quite alert, begging for help. On
the outside, she looked like she could be a mum, playing with
her kids and their friends. Inside she could feel them tear at
her flesh, each wanting a piece of the witch for their own.
“What have you done, Zali? Little competition too much, you
fucking brat? They’ll eat her alive.”
“So angry, Kasdeya. Afraid she won’t look the same? Serves
you right. You still have the ballerina for later. She has a stench
of inexperience about her. What are you thinking, bringing
outsiders to my father’s home? I’ll have your head.”
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“There are two sisters: one gives birth to the other and she, in
turn, gives birth to the first.”
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“Come on, Witch! Answer the riddle. There are two sisters:
one gives birth to the other and she, in turn, gives birth to the
first.”
“Aodh?”
“Wrong answer.”
One snake got high enough and spit and long line of venom
at the floor. It finally gave way from the poison, and Katerina
fell through. She screamed desperately, falling into the pit of
snakes as they all turned their eager mouths to her. As she fell
to the floor, she sank into it, disappearing entirely, leaving the
angered serpents with nothing but each other to feast upon.
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Her arms and leg were outstretched, floating in the air like
some Vitruvian Man. A carousel sprang to life, and hoards of
once beautiful women made their way to their fresh, pure
meal.
Dru stared at the blue jumper still in Zalika’s hand, and then
at the new woman turning as she had been moments before.
Zalika cocked her thin, black eyebrow and held the jumper
out, her voice mocking.
“Oi, who the bloody hell is that? Kas, who is that girl? Wot?
Yeh I want to go home..”
Dru stopped spinning and she kept trying to see the girl
spinning in her place. Her mind was on Aodh’s Aran sweater
held in Zalika’s hand. The girl dressed up like a ballerina was
wearing a Claddagh ring, it’s shining stone glinted in the light
of the room, and Dru pieced it together. Aodh must have
found himself a girlfriend, but then Dru called for him. Dru
panicked, her body fading fast.
“Oi! The riddle, the erm, sky and sea! They’re the bloody
sisters!”
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Her insides felt like they had been ripped out and wrapped
around her neck, asphyxiating her with every attempt at
breath. Dust lingered upon every surface of her home, giving
it a definite air of neglect. She walked around, seeing books
and papers strewn about. Her head ached. Without much
thought, she went to her bedroom. Her bed was still unmade;
the layers of blankets messy and undone. The pillows still laid
upon the floor from the night she’d left, the night Ty went
missing.
There was only one other place she could think to go. Alone
was a word unworthy of how she felt. Heading up through the
hills by foot, she relished in the strain on her body. She felt
every step and bathed in her own agony. Finally, she saw the
house in the near distance. It stood hauntingly still upon the
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high hill. The lamps flashed on, the shutters whipped open
with an echoing crack, and one of the chimneys billowed
huge clouds of black smoke. She walked up the curved path
that was over grown with nettles and stiff brambles. The front
door creaked open, welcoming her back to her childhood
home, as if it knew one day she would return.
Stepping into the dimly lit foyer, she was overcome with so
many emotions she wished her body would simply explode.
The stairs in the center of the enormous entryway wound
crookedly upwards to the other levels. Not bothering to even
look at the linen-covered rooms, she retreated upstairs, back
to her old room. Four flights of twisting stairs, and she finally
reached the top floor.
Her room was as she left it the day her family was killed.
Tiny paper butterflies still hung from the ceiling, a white
cloth-covered vanity holding her old notes and photos sat
alone in the corner. Shelves of books hid under white sheets,
and she walked to them, ripping the sheets off of everything,
as sheets in the entire house did the same. The cloths flew
through the air and folded themselves sloppily, then worked
their way through the air to their old home in the linen closet.
She looked out of the window and saw where her cottage
rested against the sea. She used to watch it as a young girl,
longing to be there, alone by the water, no one to tell her
what to do, or how to do it. It’s fascination ended. She was
home now. Like every other Bettenfield woman before her,
she would die in this house. And, when she did, the name and
her family would be gone forever. The bed was small, with
curling white iron bars and bright blankets. She couldn’t sleep
here again.
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from her former lover. No matter how hard she scrubbed, his
scent lingered, tainting her, removing her from all she had
once been. Lying back against the tub, the chill of the
porcelain stung her body. Her arm hung awkward over the
edge, the dripping washcloth singing a melancholy tune
against the floor. The water cooled as she lay. Sleep tried to
overtake her body, her eyes closed and the soaked cloth fell to
the floor with a dull thump.
Sitting up like a shot she took a huge, deep gasp for air.
Choking and retching over the side of the tub, she realised
she had slipped beneath the water. Shaking and frozen from
the cold water, she hung over the edge of the tub, trying to
regain her breath. Dru climbed out of the tub and slipped her
way to standing. Curling her fingers to her palm, she grasped
a large, fluffy white robe that floated towards her. Wrapping
her body tightly, she ignored the mirror in the corner and
went into the bedroom. The bed and dressers were uncovered
now, looking old, cold and bare. Just as she felt. She sat on the
floor on the worn rug near the crackling fire. She hadn’t had a
proper smoke in what felt like forever, and as such she
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Her head lowered at the sound of him, and she sobbed into
the sleeve of the robe. She’d missed his voice so much. Even
in death, she knew she’d remember that voice for all of time.
She relaxed her grip on the butterfly, and it stayed on her
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finger, trusting her, and her head fell to the side, fresh tears
coating her face.
“Yeh didn’t even tell me, Ty. Yeh didn’t trust me enough to tell
me. Yeh let me wake up alone. Never even said goodbye.”
Ty’s voice slid through the air as if he were there. She could
feel the depth of his voice in her ears.
Dru’s face was still buried into her arm, her trusting
butterfly still perched on her shaky finger as she thought of
what Ty was meant to have done. What he did not do.
“We were meant to wed, Ty. And still, yeh chose death. Death
over me. Aodh told me, I saw it all happen. You walked right
into the bloody blade.”
“Omitting the truth is the same as a lie! The very same! I saw
it with my own eyes! yeh walked right into death and never so
much as said goodbye!”
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“And, you were so heartbroken over me, you went and started
shagging a daemon. Blimey woman, never do give anyone a fair
chance, eh?”
“She’s there, with them. I-I didn’t know who she was. Aodh, I
didn’t know.”
“Wot? Yeh left her there? Wot the fuck is wrong with yeh,
Dru? Saved yer own arse, and here yer the one who got into the
mess to begin with? She’s a human, Dru. She’s a bleedin
'human and yeh went and left her there?”
He kept shaking her, her teeth rattling in her head when the
other man’s arm reached out and grabbed a hold of Aodh.
Aodh dropped Dru right there, letting her fall to the floor in
a heap on the rug. Aodh turned, and cracked the smaller man
on the jaw, hard, sending him back through the door leading
to the hall. Shards of splintered wood fell down the stairs, and
Dru was trying to regain her vision. Barely had the man’s back
hit the floor, when his legs kicked out in front of him,
propelling him to his feet again. His thumb nudged his jaw,
and it sent a sick crack into the air. He stood and stepped over
the rubble of the broken door, and Dru tried to scrape herself
from the floor, calling out to them to stop. Aodh turned to
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her, looking filled with such disgust, he could barely stand the
sight of her.
Dru shook her head, and scrambled to her feet when the
man interjected. Leaping off of his feet, he spun in the air in a
surreal, impressive motion, and his boot cracked Aodh right
across the face. It sounded like World War III was about to
erupt in her house, and Dru stepped between them, her hands
holding both of them, a rippling wave of energy bouncing off
their bodies as they started screaming at each other in their
bass-filled tones.
“Don’t you ever touch her like that again. I promise, I will kill
you.”
“Yeh? You and wot army? Dru, move, I don’t want to hurt
yeh, even if yeh deserve it.”
“Wot army? How about yours you daft prick. She doesn’t
deserve this.”
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Ty took hold of Dru’s quaking wrist and she put her hands
down, the waves of energy dissipating into the air. He stepped
back, and let go. The men stared at each other over her
lowered head.
Aodh went to the door, and barely turned his head before
disappearing into thin air.
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find something to say to him, but he cut her off before the
words even came out.
“Your neck. He left his mark. Now get on with it, we haven’t
any time to waste.”
Dru’s hand slipped up the back of her neck where she felt a
stinging sensation when she touched it. Retreating back to
the room, she held up her hair, and snatched a hand-held
mirror from the vanity. Quickly, she went back into the
bathroom, and turned in the mirror trying to get a look at the
back of her neck whilst holding the smaller mirror. There it
was. A hole was in the center of her neck, just under her
hairline. A scorpion was etched into her neck, and it’s stinger
met the hole precisely.
Enraged, she threw the smaller mirror into the full length
one, screaming at the very top of her lungs as it shattered to
the floor. Both Ty and Aodh’s heads raised towards the
bedroom window when they heard her voice carry over the
grassy hill. They waited for her there, staring in opposing
directions. Aodh’s mind was on Katerina, and how he was to
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get her back, all the while trying not to imagine what
unspeakables could be happening to her at that very moment.
Dru rushed down the hill, walking the center line between
the men waiting for her to complete them. She looked to
Aodh, and opened her mouth to say something, but Ty shook
his head at her, telling her it wasn’t a good idea. She started to
argue the fact, but she still couldn’t get used to this new face,
to the fact he was standing right there. Aodh nodded to Ty,
and Ty took Dru by the arm and escorted her to stand in the
middle of a field of lavender just beyond the house. It was
planted in neat rows that went on and on, but this time of
year it wasn’t much more than dried rows of stems. Ty pulled
her to a spot, and walked in a concentrated series of steps,
looking back and forth, and turning again and again before he
was satisfied she was positioned correctly. He tugged at her,
and she followed, trying to get used to seeing the face before
her. He was looking up to the stars and she swallowed hard,
trying not to stare at him too closely. He nodded to himself,
and to the sky, and ran his hand through his hair, and
scratched the back of his head.
“Aye. Stand still, and when the light shines green above, recite
the poem I used to say to you on nights of the full moon.”
“Why didn’t yeh tell me, Ty? Why did yeh just go off, and not
even let me know…”
“Wot you deserve is not for me to say. Looks like you got
plenty to be getting on with.”
Sky is Earth
And Earth becomes Sky
I am the Sea
And the Sea is I
Heavens bend to me
And I am all three.
The light grew brighter; a brilliant green gem in the sky, and
it separated into three shining rays of light. Each ray touched
down upon their bodies, the thinnest on Dru, a thicker one on
Ty, and a hugely thick beam on Aodh who was out in the
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thick of the orchards. As her last words were spoken, Dru fell
through the soil, and a rush of wind exploded outwards,
forming a perfect circle where she stood.
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“I can help him Ty. I’ve been there, I know wot he’s up
against.”
Dru turned to Ty, and she noticed she had to look up a little
bit more to see his face.
Dru was ready, more than ready, to have a row right there
on the sands of serenity. But, her flaring temper faded
uncharacteristically fast, like a bucket of water had been
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“Ty? Where’ve yeh been all this time? Why didn’t yeh come
back sooner?”
The low stone wall ended up being higher than she thought,
three times as high as Aodh. It simply looked low considering
the house it encircled was so vast. The wall was intricately
built in patterns of stone and mortar, boasting Celtic circles
and ancient-looking symbols. The house really was built into
the hills, it was difficult to tell where the house ended and the
trees began. Across the water was another set of rolling hills
that seemed to grumble whilst Ty spoke.
“I’ve been all over the world. I woke up in this bloke’s body. I
don’t know how it happened, or why. I should have been reborn
into an infant. It’s the way of it. I’ve tried coming back, but
sometimes it seems his mind and my thoughts don’t agree.”
“How did yeh know, Ty? How did yeh know that night, and
still not even say goodbye?’
“The moon.”
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“Wot about the moon? It was full, so? We’re not werewolves,
Ty.”
“Why didn’t yeh say goodbye, Ty? Why didn’t yeh trust me
enough to tell me?”
“Why did yeh go to the desert, eh Dru? Why didn’t yeh just
stay put and help Aodh back in?”
“Wot? I WAS helping whilst yeh were out gallivanting all over
creation! Had yeh done yer JOB, maybe we wouldn’t have been
in this fucking mess to begin with! Yer a god, and yeh never
even told me! You let me wake up alone, wondering wot the
bloody hell happened. And I found out. I saw it all, I watched
yeh die, and yeh never even SAID..”
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Ty watched her face, and it tore at him. Her anger and her
sadness pulled at the very few strings he had that grounded
him to anything, to anyone.
“Everything isn’t about you, Dru. Lower your voice, if you can
manage it. This is the King’s residence, and your mouth will
have to remain quiet, for once.”
“Anytime, Peaches.”
She walked the edge of the room for some time, feeling like
some sort of damsel in distress when an explosion of light
happened outside. She went to one of the windows, but the
light was blinding, forcing her eyes shut. Her face pressed to
the blown-glass window, waiting, when the light finally gave
in to darkness, and the door opened. There were no tiny
women waiting this time, no one to escort her. With great
trepidation she went down the stairs, her shoulders grazing
the stone walls as she made it back to the corridor. The oak
doors were closed, and no glow came from under them. She
heard a voice coming from somewhere, and she followed it,
creeping along the long, lonely halls of the enormous palace.
Dru wound her way through the house, and paused near a
large, ornate window. A man was walking outside near the
beach from where they just came, carrying something huge
and straight on his back. He disappeared into darkness, and
she scanned the area for where he could have gone. Thick
flakes of snow were falling, and had been for a while now as
the previously green ground was now blanketed in white.
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Dru turned to the voice, startled, but the creature had gone.
She went back to the front of the house where a wide set of
stairs lead to the other levels of the house. She went up them,
trying to listen for sounds of anyone, anywhere, doing
anything. She went to the second floor, and down the hall to
the third door. It opened on it’s own, and Dru followed,
wondering if she’d be locked in again. It was a beautiful room,
bathed in evergreen and plum, with a big, soft bed and dark,
embroidered drapes. Someone was lying in the bed, and she
went to it quickly. Ty. He was lying still as stone, his face
expressionless. She touched his thick, dark brown hair,
moving it off his forehead, and she took his hand into hers.
Another tiny creature popped into the room, and Dru
rounded on her, wanting to know what happened.
“He has ascended, and must rest now. Our King has gone to
fetch his Queen. Do not wander the palace. It is the King’s
orders.”
The little thing popped out as quickly as she had come, and
Dru was left staring into the dark room, her hand still on Ty’s.
Aodh had left without her, and Ty was sleeping so soundly, it
looked like he wasn’t even drawing breath. Dru took a plush
chair from the corner, and tugged it next to the bed. She sat
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the remainder of the night, holding Ty’s hand, until sleep took
over her as well.
“Seven, Dagda! For each day you litter my lands, I will take a
piece of your ballerina and deliver it to your feet. But, on the
seventh day, I will NOT REST! I will have her in way you could
not!”
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The sun reached it’s highest point the first day. Aodh was
atop the great pyramid, stripping it stone by enormous, two-
ton stone. He reached down to pull one from the structure
when a box appeared in it’s place. It was black and silken,
small enough to fit in his hand. Aodh wiped the sweat from
his brow, and took a knee. One thick finger plucked at the lid,
and it flew open, revealing a red-satin lining.
Aodh would not relent. His hands buried deep into the
solid, firm stone that had been built thousands of years
before. It held an ancient magic different, but not entirely
unlike, his own. The lands here were so different from his
home, which now had a fresh blanket of snow and
surrounded by shades of green and blue. Everything here was
beige, gold and orange, burning into his eyes, setting his light
skin on fire. The sun beat down on him, but he barely noticed.
His only focus was on this great triumph of architecture, and
how to bring it to it’s crashing demise. He made certain his
skin touched everything his magicks touched. He couldn’t
allow power to do the work for him, he had to be in it, feeling
it, stripping it away with sheer brute force.
Even when the moon called the sky it’s home, Aodh didn’t
stop. He was low into it’s walls. It looked like someone had
snapped a bite away from the top of the pyramid as he dug
deeply. Kas remained far below, deep in the bowels of the
structure, listening, waiting, plotting against everyone. As he
saw it, there was not a soul alive or dead that was
untouchable. He sat in his chair, watching the small dancer
shiver with tears until she finally fell asleep. She was curled
into a ball, reminding him of a hairless cat. He lit another one
of his long, brown, pungent cigarettes and watched her sleep.
One of his nails slid from his finger, extending out long and
sharp until it reached her. He poked at her side and chuckled
when she sat up abruptly, clinging to the wall. Again, he
poked at her, the razor-sharp talon sticking into her side,
drawing fresh blood.
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One more long jab into her side and she turned to him,
clutched her necklace and did what she had been warned to
never do again.
“Watch.”
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Aodh stared at the square box, not wanting to touch it, not
wanting to know what had been done. The box opened itself,
revealing one large, brown eye resting on blood-soaked satin.
He rose from his knees, and his body began to swell as he had
done before to his full, enormous height. Aodh’s gigantic head
poked out of the top of the pyramid, his broad shoulders
burst right through the walls and he tore the megalith apart.
The sun’s heat suddenly began to fade.
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blackness reached it’s depth. Whilst most fear the dark, and
what it is they cannot see, Aodh knew so very different.
Before Aodh could step foot on the granite floor and face
Kas himself, an eerie calm took over. A pounding sound
shook the vases and lamps, and cracking the marble tables.
He listened closely, when something like a man’s hand
plucked him from the rubble of the destroyed pyramid and
tossed Aodh to the sand. The sun was blinding and hot,
burning his skin and eyes when he was picked up by a hand
larger than his entire, two-hundred and sixty-foot frame. A
retched stench came from an open, drooling mouth that he
could only smell, not see. He was faced out to the vast desert
as the monster was to his back. The creature’s shadow gave
the dark impression of enormous wings coming out of the
back of a man. The head had a snout, like a boar’s, and teeth
as tall as Aodh, even at his full height. Sword at his side, he
saw dozens of small crows circle overhead, waiting for the
feast they must have been promised. One by one, however,
they fell from the sky, frozen in stone. Their tiny bodies sank
into the sand and, and he knew. A gorgon. Aodh closed his
eyes, and allowed the mouth to open up, and swallow him
whole.
For six days chaos had broken loose, dismantling every layer
of the daemon’s den, as Aodh was faced with a new box, filled
with the blood Katerina spilt. Finally, all was quiet again. The
silence brought Kas out of his hidden chambers, and made
Zalika’s painted eyes look up from filing her nails into small,
sharp scythes. Dozens of cats covered in shining black fur
crept around her feet as she listened. Her room was the
lowest and hottest of the palace, and was now covered in dust
and debris. She uncrossed her legs and stood, the cats curling
around her legs. The concubines stopped to look at one
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Still brandishing his sword, Aodh called now for the head of
it’s daemonic master. Kas retreated to the lowest level as the
palace filled with the blood of the sixth beast. Kas appeared in
Zalika’s only place of personal space. The once golden walls
started to seep burgundy from the ceiling, dripping thick
blood as she stared into his equally red eyes, disgusted in his
cowardice. The ballerina laid in a mangled heap on the floor,
her once-beautiful face unrecognisable from her husband’s
torments. The girl was barely alive, which shocked even
Zalika. Though one could hardly tell as she was blinded,
starved, a gaping hole where her button nose had once been,
and skeletal-looking teeth showing from lack of lips to cover
them. She stepped away from the cats, making them meow
mournfully as she tore into her husband.
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Kas looked around the room of his first queen, ignoring her
goading as Katerina whimpered at his feet.
“I’m no traitor, Zali! You are! You want power, but you don’t
want to do what is necessary to gain it. Such a spoiled wretch.
Had I known marrying a child would prove such work..”
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“And yet you refuse to extend that bloodline, Zali. That makes
you worthless to me. A waste of power, and of time.”
“Waste? And what is she? What can you possibly want with a
deformed dancer?”
Zalika’s nostrils flared as she watched him with the girl. The
person coming for her was unrelenting, she could hear him
floors above, trying to break through the densely protected
barriers of the lower chambers. The dancer laid still, and
Zalika wondered should she die, would her prized soul be
worth the war. Kas opened his mouth, his teeth elongating,
sharp, vicious and he wrapped his lips around the ballerina’s
finger that was outfitted with some kind of ring. The limp,
lifeless skeleton of a girl suddenly sprang upright, and Zalika
stepped back, somewhat alarmed. Katerina was screaming,
fighting against Kas. She hadn’t fought this hard when Kas’
spear-like thumb severed her lips from her face. She hadn’t
cried out when he washed his hand hard over her face until
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The floors above rumbled once more, and Zalika held the
bleeding box in her hand. Another shuddering rumble, and
Zalika went to the source, leaving the wailing dancer and Kas
behind. She appeared on a dense whip of wind before a
massive man, looking ferocious.
“Ah, it’s not you is it? No, yeh haven’t even crossed yet. He
has yeh to do his dirty work for him, aye? And yeh obey. How
darling, like a bleedin’ pet.”
“He’ll wot? Hasn’t showed his face once, has he? No worries
on that, had yeh been worth a trade, he wouldn’t have sent yeh
in his stead, now would he?”
Aodh let go, dropping her to the floor, and held up a thick
hand to silence her. He wasn’t trying any kind of magic, not
even to protect himself, which left her confused. He looked at
the box, sighing before he opened it, still doing nothing to
prevent her from turning him to dust. Yet, she had tried to,
and he didn’t so much as skip a breath. One word came from
her lips in a latent response, “Crossed?”
fucking stupid? You cried more for your fucking finger than
your eyes. I don’t get you. I don’t understand dumb. Explain.”
“A-Owed? What’s his name? Who is it? Oh, wake the fuck up
and speak. You don’t have lips to get in the way.”
“Love? Oh now I’m going to beat you and like it. That fuck
loves you, and you’re praying to what? Here I thought you
people were loyal. Listen up, ballerina.”
Kas lifted her bald, cold head from the floor, almost wishing
she could see him.
smelled his smoke, and turned towards it. The crucifix in her
hand, she threw it, and called for help.
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Ty’s mouth hung open, and the objects protecting Dru fell
to the ground. Aodh walked towards them, the face of the
creature becoming visible as he approached. Dru’s hands
went to her mouth, in utter shock at what Aodh was holding.
It was neither a skeleton, nor a creature at all. It was a
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“Oi, yeh just got here. I’m not leaving, Kat. Let me see yeh, I
can help, I can make yeh feel better.”
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“GO!”
“NYET! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“Our Lady, we cannot see your pains. We can see only the
pure heart of a being, any being. We cannot see what humans
do not possess. And, we were just saying how we had never seen
a lovelier girl. For being human, of course. Such sadness. You
must eat if we are to get you strong.”
“In due time, milady. Eat. Or we will have nothing to see once
the winds blow you far, far away!”
“A--, Aingeal?”
When most people say the silence could be cut with a knife,
they must have never had silence like this. Dru felt a chainsaw
would be more appropriate. It was healing and maybe a safe
type of quiet. Every time she wanted to say something, his
eyes seemed to find hers, and all chance of her speaking
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became null and void. Even the creatures of the world were
oddly quiet considering it was the first day of the year, their
King had returned, and the world was reopened, ready to
rebuild. Everything seemed to know better. The sleet turned
to hail, and Dru and Ty worked through it, putting stone to
mortar, building his home that was more of a fortress than a
castle.
They went into Aodh’s house, and Dru went to go one way,
but Ty grabbed hold of her again, shaking his head. He
brought her to the kitchen, and Dru sat down at the oval-
shaped table, freezing and famished. Ty sat two oblong plates
of fish and chips, and took the seat across from her. She was
giving him a look, and shaking her head. They looked at each
other for a moment, Dru’s eye brows arched dangerously,
when Ty realised what she was annoyed about.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, eat it. It’s only fish, Dru.”
Dru rolled her eyes, and left the table. Ty kept eating, but
after a few minutes, the hail came down even harder, and he
followed her. He tracked a long line of mud and sleet through
the house that wiped up after him, like an invisible set of
hands working a mop just inches from his feet. He followed
the quickly disappearing smaller footprints up the steps. Ty
held out his arm before the door shut all the way, and slid
into the green and purple decorated room. Dru was at the
window, staring out at the hailstorm, tears rolling down her
cheeks equally thick. He stood behind her, and watched the
waters rage against the beach, wondering if this was an act of
nature, or if Aodh’s temperament been altering the weather.
Ty touched Dru’s shoulder, and she shrugged him away, and
sat and take off her boots.
“After all of this? You’re going to shut down? Not even going
to put up a fight?”
Dru took off her boots and removed her wet jeans, fighting
back tears, but trying harder to fight back her tongue. She
stripped off her socks, and tugged at her soaked jumper. She
tried to get it off but it wasn’t cooperating. Instead, she just
buried her head in her hands. The weight of everything was
pressing her. She wanted to go to Aodh, but he wasn’t
speaking to her. She wanted to help, to see if he was okay, if
the girl was okay, but it was all her fault. Ty knelt down to
her, and tried to peel her hands from her face. Again, she tried
to get away from him, and he sat back on his calves.
“I’m not trying to get into yer knickers, Dru. I’m just trying to
be a friend right now. I thought you needed that. But fuck all if
I’m letting yeh go on like this.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t stand yeh touching me, knowing yeh
don’t. Yeh know. Still. We aren’t. I just don’t know wot’s fuckin’
wrong with me.”
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“Wot?”
“I didn’t mean..”
“Yeh say a lot of wot yeh don’t mean, I’ve come to find, Ty.”
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His voice caught at his last word and Dru turned around,
and folded her arms into the half-removed jumper. Her eyes,
so vividly green, were rimmed with redness, looking like she’d
burst into tears or a tirade at any moment. And knowing Dru
as Ty had known her, it very easily could have been both
simultaneously. But all she could do was whisper.
“If yeh would have trusted me enough, to have just told me,
I’d have, forever… I would never have.. It would be so different.”
“Dru, it’s wasted time having a row about it now. Leave well
enough alone.”
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Ty’s face had remained quite calm until then. He’d been a
master at keeping his temper in check. Even with this new
body, this new face, his features remained still, examining.
Dru was more animated, always showing her emotion before
her mouth followed. Ty couldn’t refrain for another moment.
Dru had turned, giving up on the jumper when Ty rounded on
her. Still half undressed, his taut bare chest showed veins
thickening with each heavily drawn breath, and one in his
temple was nearing the breaking point. He spun her around,
grasped her by the waist and pushed her into the wall next to
the window. He lowered his face to hers, his accent the
thickest it had been since his return, his voice harsh and low,
and for once, unrestrained.
“No? Can’t let it go? Okay, fine. How about the moment yeh
realise I’m dead yeh go off and start shagging the first
worthless prick yeh can find? How do yeh work that out, Dru?
Should I apologise for allowing a sword to puncture my heart
cos I didn’t come and tell yeh in advance?”
“Oh don’t give me that, yeh could have told me! Yeh could
have done as yeh were meant to have, and not just left me in
the middle of the bloody night crying for you!”
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“Crying? For me? Lasted all of a minute didn’t it? How many
nights were we lying on that thick rug by the fire and I’d ask
yeh wot yeh thought of marrying, and wot was yer answer?
Huh? Say it, wot was yer answer?”
Ty’s nose was almost touching hers and she tried to answer,
but he interrupted. She didn’t want to repeat herself.
“The blade didn’t hurt even half as much, Peaches. That cold
steel, expertly sharpened to cut a hair off a sow’s arse, pierced
me, here.”
He took her hand and placed it over the center of his chest,
where his heart beat wildly, tears streaming down her face
and she tried to look away.
“My heart could heal from that sword. But you? I’m not so
sure.”
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Dru turned her face back to him, and their eyes met,
instantly making him look somewhere else. His jaw clenched,
tightening so hard she could hear it crick.
“I hurt you? I did. Aye. Not in the way yer new boyfriend has
eh? Yer into that sort of thing now? Always knew ye liked it a
bit rough but blimey, Peaches. There’s limits, eh?”
Dru hauled her hand back and smacked his face. His face
turned back to hers slowly, his expression unchanged. Angry
tears welled into her eyes, and she smacked him again with
the opposite hand. Once more he turned to her; tears flowed
freely down her frozen cheeks. He took his thumb, and drew
it down the center of her bottom lip to her chin, and allowed
it to gently trail down the center of her body. His voice was
quiet, teasing her, making her want to crawl out of her skin.
thumb grazed over a deep scar; his middle finger could feel
it’s twin on the other side of her leg. His left thumb did the
same, his finger felt the same scar from a blade going through
skin. He loosened his grip on her, his piercing eyes trying to
meet hers. She wouldn’t look at him. He tried to turn her face
to him, but she just shook her head. Sliding his hands around
her, he tried to hug her, to hold her, the battle wounds
painting a very different picture than what he’d thought. She
laid limp in his embrace, and felt the wall barricading her
tears begin to lose strength. Dru tried to pull away, but he
held her firmly. His jaw cricked as he tightened his teeth,
biting down so hard, it sounded like something was breaking
in his mouth. He racked his mind but he couldn’t think of a
single thing to say to her. Listening to her attempt to hold
back a sob was agony, especially since he could feel it bubble
in her chest, waiting to explode.
with her curled onto him, and she pulled away, even though
he tried to hold her close. Her wet jumper was stretching
from the weight of the water, and she tucked her bare legs
under it. He sat down on the floor with one leg bent, the
other stuck out, and he conjured a large tray piled with fresh
fruit. His voice was low and smooth again, only showing hints
of the anger simmering beneath the false calm. Few would
notice, but Dru missed nothing.
“Nyet.”
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“Certainly, milady.”
“He won’t come in will he? Can you keep him out? He cannot
see me.”
Katerina sank back down into the bed, shaking her head, as
Aodh listened in at the door, as if he needed to listen in at all.
He could hear Katerina’s voice in his mind no matter where
he was.
“He vill not care when he sees... I do not want him to see me
like zis. I need the lav.”
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Silent Month
Dru woke with Ty’s arms around her. A soft pillow of snow
rested on the window, reminding her it was still winter. The
mornings were becoming difficult to endure. They cuddled all
night, holding each other without a single word between
them. The task of crawling out of bed, wondering who would
be the first to break the silence was a game played with much
anticipation; a game that seemed to have no end. Dru sighed
as a warning that she was awake, and Ty’s arm loosened
immediately. He turned and left the warm bed quickly, as he
did each day, and she fought the urge to turn around and
watch his bare backside.
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The plates were laden with eggs and sausages and toast, and
they ate quietly. Dru spooned the oatmeal, as Ty devoured the
eggs. They sipped on their coffee, and Ty nicked Dru’s toast
right from her mouth. She continued her attempt to ignore
him when he stood directly in front of her and cleared their
breakfast. Her eyes tried to peel away from the taut abdomen
in front of her, and the thin line of dark hair trailing low. She
closed her eyes and turned away, unable to have him so close
to her, not whilst she was awake. She scooted from bed and
went to the loo. Ty turned to watch her look at her bum in the
mirror, as she did each morning.
Each night, Dru would try once more to get to the top level
of the house. But, it was useless. Back in the emerald and
amethyst coloured room, she’d tearfully strip down her
clothes and climb into a warm, welcoming bath. Ty would
climb in to the tub with her, though his knees were bent and
he couldn’t fit into it properly. He’d join her regardless, not a
word spoken between them as he’d lather her hair with her
favourite mixture of lavender and vanilla. Sometimes she’d
shave his face, sometimes she would fall asleep on his chest.
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However, they’d retreat to bed, and start anew the next day,
entirely silent, always.
“Sir?”
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“Get on with it, see yeh both soon. Take extraordinary care.
She’s a pill.”
Aodh went back into the house and straight to the top floor
to sit outside of Kat’s bedroom. Sliding down the door, as he
did each time, he turned his head to listen through the door
as his harp played for her, offering her rest, and comfort.
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Niki shook her head back and forth pointing to the thing
with bright pink eyes that floating in the air. Scott looked
from Niki to another man, confused.
The men looked at each other and then at the singer in the
sound booth; she was pointing to the air. The faerie looked
around, her little fingers playing with each other as Niki
stared open-mouthed.
Niki’s mouth hung open, and the faerie flew close to Niki’s
face. They stared at each other for a moment, hazel eyes to
glittery fuchsia orbs. The faerie leaned into the mic and in a
sing-song sort of voice, shrieked, “The All-Father waaaants
Ms. Raisi not to be laaazeee and come to Avaloooonnnn, and
don’t be too lonnnng, he has a ballerinaaaahhhh…”
The faerie’s voice sang out into the sound booth, but for
Niki’s ears only. The men in the sound room raised their
eyebrows at Monica, thinking she was talking to herself. Scott
started talking again, and Niki threw the headphones down,
tears filling her eyes. She left the sound-proof booth and Scott
rushed in to meet her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
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He was a bit taller than Niki, with a bright smile, deep tan,
and hand-tossed hair that took hours to perfect. The faerie
kept whispering in a little tone into the mic,
giggling softly as Niki grabbed her coat and huge handbag.
Arm in arm they went out to the brisk New York street, and
Scott hailed a cab. The faerie fluttered close behind, carrying
the microphone, which was as tall as her. The cord dragged
on the ground, and the little faerie attempted to wrap it
around her flitting body, making her hover low. Niki could
see and hear her, but she was sure if Scott saw her talking to
herself, he’d have her committed. Whilst the cab was pulling
up, he leaned in to whisper into Niki’s ear.
He kissed Niki’s cheek and helped her into the cab, and
almost slammed the door shut on the faerie’s pink and blue
wing. Niki’s foot shot out to keep the door open. The mic
appeared to float into the cab on it’s own, a fact Scott didn’t
realise until
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they drove away. He shook his head, wondering if he, too, was
going mad. Niki took the mic from the faerie’s little, pale blue
hands, and whispered.
The cabbie looked in his rear view mirror and snorted. They
arrived at Niki’s apartment, and she stuffed the mic in her
purse. They quickly went through the lobby, avoiding the
concierge and valet. Trying to act like nothing was amiss Niki
went to the elevator, the faerie following closely.
Niki began to speak, but the faerie floated close to her and a
shower of sparkling dust rained over their heads. The elevator
door opened with a tiny bell, but no one was inside. The
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They went to a palace so large, Niki could have fit ten of her
father’s houses in it. She went up the steps after the faerie,
slipping on the ice. Once inside, the faerie turned abruptly
and said, “Wait here.”
Nodding, Niki did just that, thinking how wearing jeans and
a sweater felt like inappropriate attire. Her hazel eyes scanned
the richly detailed floors and intricately carved archways
when she saw Aodh coming down the stairs, Avaryn in tow.
The god, the songbird, and the faerie walked through the
palace to a room that was smaller than anticipated for the size
of the rest of the house. It had a huge set of windows with a
view of a garden of statues, all covered in ice and snow. There
were comfortable chairs and sofas, and an enormous hand-
woven rug over the stone floor. A thick oak door shut them
in, and a fire sprang to life in a large fireplace that had ceiling-
high stone plaques engraved with ancient writing. Aodh
gestured for her to sit, but she shook her head, not wanting to
sit at all. Avaryn went to Niki, eying her handbag.
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“Oi, how’re yeh going to carry a bag that can fit ten of yeh in
it, Avaryn?”
The faerie looked down with a look of defeat and Niki finally
understood. Niki opened her huge, saggy handbag and took
out the microphone, and handed it to the tiny faerie.
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“Just say it, don’t take it slow, just get it out. I’ve been worried
sick. Where is she?”
Aodh drank his in one, full swig, and then another before he
sat in the chair next to Niki.
“A daemon took her, and he has damaged her face. She won’t
allow me in or help her. I can’t go against her wishes. I can’t
bear for her to be alone for another moment, so asked yeh
here.”
Tears fell to the thick rug as Niki’s head hung, and she
choked as she spoke.
“What do you mean she won’t let you? Can’t you do, like
anything? Just go and do it!”
“I have limits, Niki. Her desires are true and real. I can’t go
against them. Not with her.”
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Niki wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve and stood up,
sniffing and stuttering.
“Aodh? You’re looking kind of, you know, skinny. For you.
What are you only four-hundred pounds now? What’s going
on? Your face is all sunken.”
“A mortal? Here?”
Aodh turned to Ty, and gave him a severe look, and nodded
curtly.
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“Aye, Ty. A mortal. I’m hoping Kat will respond to her. She
can’t go on like this.”
Aodh spoke loud enough for Ty to hear him, and Dru’s ears
perked up.
Aodh got to the top floor, the invisible barrier thinning for
Niki and he explained.
“Don’t touch Ty cos he’s not only the god of war, but also
fertility. Yeh’ll get pregnant.”
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Niki made a horrified noise as Aodh led her down the hall.
It was especially quiet up here, even the sounds of the sea
couldn’t be heard. She started to whisper, not understanding
what he meant.
“Aye.”
They got to Kat’s door, and Aodh opened it quietly, his harp
still playing in the corner. Niki walked in to the pale pink and
white decorated room. Everything was soft, comforting satins
and silk. Niki thought it looked like it was specially made for a
ballerina. Aodh peered over her head, but Kat wasn’t in the
bed. He stepped in to the room, but Niki pushed him back
out, her finger to her lips. Whispering, she pointed to the
bathroom, making sure he stayed out.
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“Her face! She’s skin and bones. She looks like she was
mangled. How am I supposed to sit with her? She has to be
hurting so bad, she needs a doctor!”
“I need some stuff. Like scarves, hats, wigs. Stuff I’d wear on
stage.”
“Oi, she don’t need to cover herself up, it doesn’t matter at all.
That’s why..”
“Oh shut up, and get it, okay? She doesn’t want to be seen,
and until she feels comfortable, this is how it is. Get it for me.
For Katerina.”
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“Niki?”
“I brought our old getups, just like we’re hiding from the
cameras. I even brought your blonde wig, the one that feathers,
just like an angel.”
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Katerina took the sheets away from her face, and Niki had
to bite her lips to keep herself from gasping or crying too
loud. She wiped her wet face with the back of her sleeve and
took a black wig from the bag. She stuck it on Katerina’s head,
and took a strawberry blonde one for herself. Hours passed
before the door opened, and Aodh backed away, his heart
racing when he saw her come out of the bedroom, covered in
shawls and scarves. Niki was dressed up as well, and they
started down the hall.
“Rubbish.”
Aodh scooped the frail woman into his arms gently, afraid of
cracking one of her brittle bones. He carried Katerina down
the stairs, and Niki followed quietly to the front door. He held
Katerina longer than necessary once on the ground floor. He
took in her scent, it was the same as always, beautiful. She
tapped his arm, her small hands no more than bone.
Delicately, he sat her down, and let Niki take his place for a
short walk in the garden, with Aingeal and Avaryn flitting
nearby. Aodh watched from a very short distance, his thin
patience finally worn.
“Perhaps. But, Dru has her own daemons to sort out. I’ve
known her quite some time.”
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“Oi, don’t. I hate that piss. Do not call me sir. Or Lord, any of
it. Aodh will suffice.”
“Aye, mate.”
“Sleeping. Yes.”
They made their way to the top of Ty’s castle; from here
they could see each corner of Otherworld, each mountain,
every field, each arm of the sea. Small flashes of light came
from the distance, and Ty pointed to it with a chuckle.
“Dru. She’s learnt to create fire, and hold it. Not like before.
She could conjure it, but it had to have a source to allow it to
burn. Now, she’s the source.”
Aodh looked back out to the land. The snow was melting,
allowing sprigs of grass to stick out from the blanket of white.
He could spot Katerina and Niki in one of the gardens, and
Dru’s flame grew brighter as he thought about it.
“No mate, she is not with us, yet. The first of February has
been set aside in the mortal world for St. Brigit.”
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Katerina and Niki sat for tea in the kitchen when Aodh
appeared. Kat had been holding a dainty cup with a straw,
and almost dropped it as soon as she sensed him. Niki took
the cup from her hand, and sat it on the table. Catching
Aodh’s eyes, she excused herself to the restroom. Aodh stood
behind Katerina, cringing at how bony her shoulders were.
Niki came back, still in her wig and glasses. Aodh walked
out, losing his previously calm demeanor. Niki sat down and
mumbled under her breath.
Then the faerie Aingeal spoke from the other side of the
room.
“He has had neither a morsel, nor a drop of drink. He will not
until Our Lady will see him again.”
Niki arched a brow, and held the biscuit in her mouth. She
put her hands high into the air, and then opened her arms
wide. Katerina sort of looked in her direction and waved for
Niki to stop.
“Goodness, I can feel you being snitty, Niki. Aingeal? You said
you only see people for vot they are. Eez this true for zee gods?
Vot does Aodh look like to you?”
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Katerina nodded.
“We see him as tall, and usually handsome unless he has lost
someone. And then he seems to grow as dark as his sorrow.”
“May I ask Our Lady a question? You have seen Dagda with
human eyes?”
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“He eez not fat. You are right, he eez very tall, and his face is
so handsome. He ‘as deep dimples in his cheeks that come out
when he is laughing or very happy. His eyes are blue, like
sapphires, and they have tiny globes that spin in the iris. They
are so, pretty. He is just as you see him, Aingeal. Perfect.”
“Katerina.”
She remained quiet, her frail hands travelling over his face.
She could feel that he was thinner than usual. His face was
scratchy, and she would have cried had been able. He sighed,
not sure how to say it properly, when he quickly blurted out
the first thing that came to his fraught mind.
Ty, Dru and the faeries all made loud noises of surprise, but
Kat and Niki just shook their heads. Niki chucked a
chocolate-covered biscuit at Aodh’s head, and yelled, “She
can’t speak Irish!”
Aodh kissed the inside of Kat’s tiny wrist, and she could feel
his dimples begin to sink deep into his cheek.
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Niki and Katerina gasped together, and Aodh held onto her
hand as Kat wrapped her arm around his neck. Katerina
squirmed, but he held firmly onto her hand, hearing Dru sniff
in the corner.
Katerina shook her head. She couldn’t allow him to see her,
ever. But, as he spoke, his voice played on her ears like the
soft thrumming of the harp. It tugged at her, pulling the last
speck of courage she possessed. Finally, she nodded, and
whispered weakly, “Da. Yes.”
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over to him, and he picked her right off her feet. He hugged
her tightly as she cried onto his huge, rounded shoulder.
“I’m so sorry. I’ve missed yeh so much, I’ve tried to get up the
stairs and they always knock me back.”
“Are yeh okay? I should have asked yeh before, but.. I was an
arse.”
“I’m fine, Just fine. Except right now, yer sort of taking my
breath again.”
Aodh sat her down with a chuckle, but not really letting go
of her at all. He pulled her to have a seat. He held her hand on
the table, and rubbed his unshaven face with his other. He
looked thin, worn, yet elated. Dru rubbed his cheek, and
spoke.
her head onto it, sniffing, so happy to have him back, to see
him happy. His hand was under her cheek, and she leaked
salty tears on it, her hands holding onto his arm as he ate
huge mouthfuls at a time. They stayed this way for hours until
Dru’s eyes dried, and Aodh's stomach stopped growling.
“He will love me, even though I am hideous? You think that is
true, Niki? Did you see his face?”
“Yes, I think he will love you, no matter what. And, you’re not
hideous. But, I saw his face. Why?”
“Vot did he look like? When he asked, vot did his eyes say?”
Katerina nodded, and stood up. Niki tried to help her, but
Katerina put her hand up.
Niki left with the faerie so Kat could get some rest. Once the
door was shut, Niki called the faerie to follow her down the
hall to the sitting room.
“The Dagda cannot undo the magic unless Our Lady wishes
him to do so.”
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“She has to want it? I think she wants it, she can’t even drink
some tea without a damn curtain over her face. Trust me, she
wants it.”
“Our Lady must desire it for it to be so. She has desired her
pain to go, and it has gone. She desires a white wedding dress,
and she shall have it. As she wishes. She hasn’t desired to be
otherwise altered.”
“Yeah right, I get it. But I think she desires to have her face
back too. I mean, come on, can you believe she..”
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The boys chuckled and fixed their coffee and Niki just stared
at them, not even touching the cup.
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“No, I’m not ready for kids. No, uh uh, no way. Is the coffee
okay to drink?”
“Dusk.”
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A soft breath crept from Dru to Niki filling her with their
language, their music, their long history of heavenly melodies.
Niki remained frozen, but felt like she was defrosting as a
warm breath tingled her every nerve. A faint green light swam
from Dru’s heart-shaped lips into Niki’s as she passed k
knowledge to the singer. Neither Aodh nor Ty moved a
muscle as they watched Dru snog Niki. Dru pulled away with
a grin, leaving Niki sitting there, unmoving, unblinking. Dru’s
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“Aodh? I spoke to one of those faerie people, and she said you
can fix Katerina. Make her normal.”
He looked at her, and sat the fork down. Taking a final drink
of juice, he pushed the plate away, and leaned over to look
Niki in the eyes.
Niki’s mouth fell open, and she scoffed. Her voice raised,
aghast.
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Aodh left Niki there, fuming. Niki climbed to the top level
of the house, her blood boiling. She stopped midway down
the hall. She could hear Ty speak to Katerina through the
door. He said his goodbyes, and turned towards Niki. Given
the look of horror on her face, he spun around promptly and
went the other way. Once he was gone, Niki went to Kat’s
door and knocked. Katerina’s voice started to call out, but a
group of faeries appeared on the other side of the door,
Aingeal in between them.
Aingeal got a stern look on her pearly face, and flit right
before Niki’s face, her gold and white wings batting a breeze
onto her face. Aingeal’s glittering gold eyes glared, and she
knew she was defeated. Niki sighed and shook her head,
whispering as soft as she could muster.
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“Look, it’s not like that, I just want her to ask, to know it can
be done!”
Niki shrugged the faeries off, and went to Kat’s door again.
Whilst the faeries usually had a sort of silvery-blue glow about
them, they suddenly seemed more of a cloudy grey.
“Katerina? I want to help you get dressed, and you know, help
out with things.”
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The sun finally began dip in the sky, and Aodh stood under
a vast canopy of roses in white and crimson, and every shade
in between. His face was clean shaven, his hair trimmed short,
wearing a decorated black suit. A thick ribbon of plum
crossed over his left shoulder. It had stripes of red and gold
emblazoned on it. Symbols of his valor decorated the ribbon
down the center stripe of red. A long sword stayed at his left
side, and his right arm was covered in thin strips of intricately
braided ribbon in alternating colours of red, gold, and purple.
The chest of his suit was not open to reveal a white shirt,
instead it came all the way to his neck with only one visible
button. A large gold Celtic knot kept the neck together with a
ribbon of the same three colours that crossed at the ends. Ty
stood at his side, also formally dressed in black wearing a
similar ribbon, only in a deep crimson, angled the opposite
way. His sword rested to the right, and he had about a quarter
of the arm bands Aodh possessed.
The snow had melted since the previous night, and it was a
bit milder than it really should for the time of year. They
faced the sea with the beautiful gardens behind them. A soft
hum of music began. It sounded like a harp mingled with a
soft song of birds, carried by a faint melody of bells. Ty kept
looking to the sea awaiting Dru. He could feel Aodh’s massive
shoulders bump into his as the god swayed back and forth,
seeming nervous when he broke the silence.
“Ty, I’ll need to see yeh tomorrow morning. And make sure
not to touch Kat.”
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Niki walked quietly behind Dru from the garden, and went
to the right to circle around. She wore a pale gold dress with
bunches of white roses in her hand and in her hair. Aodh
nodded to her, and she turned towards the sea. The bird’s
softened their call, allowing Niki’s powerful voice to take over.
A long carpet of rose petals covered the cool ground from the
front of the house all the way around to the back garden.
Stepping back to her place at the altar, she raised her hands
with a wide grin to everyone.
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love him, comfort him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in
health, with riches or none, for better, for worse, in sadness and
in joy, to cherish and bestow upon him your heart’s deepest
devotion, forsaking all others, keeping yourself only unto him
for all of eternity?”
Dru unraveled the cloth from their hands, and held the two
strips up in the air. With a flash of light, they turned into two
separate rings, made not just of metal but mixed with their
sweat, tears, and love.
Handing the small ring to Aodh, Dru fought back tears that
refused to stay put.
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“This day I will marry my friend, the one I laugh with, live for,
dream with, love forever. Yer my love. I will spend the rest of
my life with you. I give you this ring, and from this day forward,
I am yours faithfully, and you are mine. Always and forever.”
Dru continued to Kat, handing her the large ring which Kat
placed on Aodh thick finger, her hand trembling.
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He lifted the lace veil from her face, pushing it to fall behind
her. Every single being gasped loudly. Even the birds paused
their song, and Kat squeezed Aodh’s hand tightly, holding on
to him, bracing herself. The remaining snow vanished. All the
colours deepened, becoming more vivid, more beautiful and
lush.
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“I shouldn’t. I’ve been gone for a few weeks, and it’s not like
my cell phone works here.”
“Can it be tonight? I’m kind of the third wheel, the only guy
here that isn’t married can get me knocked up without so much
as a kiss you know?”
The girls went to Aodh and Kat who were still lip-locked,
the faeries still cheering and clapping along.
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Aodh sat down on the edge of the bed, and Katerina rested
on his lap. He held one of her hands up to his so their palms
rested together. Her fingers barely even made it over his
palm, and why this made him grin, he didn't know, but he
was grinning nonetheless. Her finger was back in place, as
perfect as it had always been, the Claddagh ring adorning it,
turned in. He slowly traced down her open palm, to her wrist,
and then her arms. He just wanted to feel every single bit of
her, make sure she was truly healed. He kissed her wrist as
her fingers lazily touched the sides of his head. Draping her
arms over his shoulders, he moved his hands over her bare
skin. Soft dark chocolate ringlets tickled his fingers as he
inspected her for any sign of injury.
“How? I didn’t. I would have. But yeh never wanted it, Doll.”
“You didn’t? I woke up like zis! I thought, eet vos you! Eet vos
not?”
A small sound escaped Kat’s lips and she breathed hard for a
moment, distracted by his mouth. He nuzzled her neck for a
second, as she tried to find her voice.
“Y-you did not know? You still married me, thinking I’d be
like that, forever?”
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Aodh pulled away, and took her face in both of his massive
hands. This made him smile; her face was completely
encompassed by them. His eyes were sapphire again, a little
bit brighter than usual, his deep voice definitely more jovial.
Katerina threw her arms around his neck again, planting her
lips to his, tears of happiness filling her newly restored eyes.
She scooted off of his lap, and he took her hand in his. He
lifted it in the air, and she spun around and around; her white
gown puffed up and spun in the air with her. Catching her
mid spin, he slid off the bed to his knees. Sweeping her dark
hair to the side, he he undid each and every tiny satin covered
button, one-by-one. Unhooking each thin loop of fabric, from
the top of her strapless gown all the way down below her
waist, he gently undid her dress. Slowly, he opened the back
of her gown as it fell away from her body.
Still on his knees, he lifted her right out of it; the gown left
standing on it’s own. Resting his forehead against her back, he
saw a sliver of skin peeking through her corset on her hips,
and they both inhaled deeply. He unclipped a garter belt, and
peeled away the thin film from her thigh, down her leg, until
he reached her heeled foot. She turned around so his face was
level with her stomach, and his lips caressed the inch of
exposed skin. He pulled off her shoe and yanked at the
stocking until it lay limp like a shed snakeskin upon the floor.
Moving to the other leg, his fingers graced the line of her
knickers before taking the stocking down her leg, the warmth
exuding from her could have warmed the entire house.
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Both of their voices were low, like they were hiding the fact
they were even in the room alone together. She felt so
nervous, like if she paused for too long she’d fall right through
her skin. She slid his jacket off with a bit of a tug-o-war, and
then started to unbutton the crisp white shirt that had been
hidden underneath. She got two buttons undone, and Aodh
just tugged at it, all of the buttons popping off into the room.
He tore the shirt off and sent it to a heap in some dark corner,
kicking off his shiny black shoes to follow. She turned her
back to him, and got up on his lap, which made her gasp; she
could feel him, thick, and long against her back. Swallowing
hard, she pulled her hair up and pointed a finger over her
shoulder to the back of her laced up bodice. Aodh obliged,
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giving one firm tug at the string holding it all together. The
laces loosened, and he slid it off of her, holding her bare torso
in his huge hands, and he leaned his face into her back. Two
fingers traced her spine from her neck down as he spoke into
her skin.
“Don’t be. I’m gentle as a..a..I don’t know, can yeh think of a
gentle animal for me?”
Peeling his mouth from hers, he crept back down her body,
blowing softly over her until he met the rose petal tucked into
her snowy lace panties. Removing both the petal and knickers
with his hands, his knees met the floor. He handed the petal
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Her toes curled up a little and she called out to him, the
intensity of it all shaking her from every which way. She
squeezed that petal harder, her nails breaking it’s skin and the
strong scent invaded her nose as she breathed even heavier.
She had been taunted and teased about the pain this night
would bring when she was younger, but no such pain was
anywhere near her. It was the most incredible feeling she’d
ever had in her life. She’d never touched like this before, and
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Her whole body lifted from the bed, and finally fell back in a
fluff of rose petals. They slowly came down to her and the
bed, and she watched them as if in a drunken stupor. She
wasn’t sure if she should cry or scream, or faint. Her hand still
held onto his for dear life, afraid to let go, and he crept back
up her body, his face wet from her. He slipped his hand from
hers for a just a moment as he kissed her neck.
brought her hand to her face, wondering what was poking her
palm. A piercing ring was stuck to the inside of her palm.
The bottle fell onto the bed, soaking the petals, washing
their bodies with bubbling, golden drink. His pants were
sliding down his hips, his body pushing it’s way out to her,
wanting her touch as much as it’s owner. He couldn’t help but
move along her body, her moist skin tantalizing him,
provoking his entire body. His body was so strong, rippling
muscles pressed against her, and then she realised the huge
length of him pressed against her stomach. Pulling away from
their kiss, she actually felt a pang of fear now. He pulsed
against her honey body, wanting her, loving every drip and
droplet of her he could ingest. She was afraid to even look.
Wrapping his arms around her, he hiked her legs around his
waist and slid off the bed. He stood there with her heavenly,
stark body wrapped around his as he held her. They were
soaked with a mix champagne, sweat and sex, as he tore off
his trousers and socks. Carrying his glorious bride, he walked
with her across the room, her legs still wrapped around him.
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The palace was built directly into the hills. It looked like a
bathroom at first, but quickly turned into an oasis. Waterfalls,
a beach, stones and birds invaded what should have been
walls and a ceiling. Her body was teasing him as they walked,
brushing against him, taunting his with her sweet, moist skin.
A great waterfall spilled into a wide, fresh water lagoon. Small
spurts of water spouted from rocks here and there, but the
water was warm; it was their shower.
His hands smoothed over her as she leaned back, and pulled
away from him. They played in the heated water, dipping
under the surface, playing with each other’s bodies until
finally swimming under the waterfall. The water was shallow,
bubbling, and very warm like a bath. She stood up facing a
wall of rock that jutted out, making tiny strips of mini falls
spurt here and there when he came up behind her, still low in
the water. His lips dragged over the back of her hips. He
applied his mouth along her back before standing entirely,
her skin prickling under his touch. She couldn’t stop the
shaky feeling she got every time he kissed or touched her, the
feeling of her knees getting weak.
When he stood, she could feel him hard against her back.
She leaned back so he could bend down and kiss her. He was
holding her small waist gently, trying so hard to refrain from
squeezing her too tight. He slipped them over her firm figure,
and they mumbled in unison, “I love you.”
Her hand went down his thickly carved abdominals and she
touched him with her small hand, making him groan and
twitch against her touch. His eyes closed, and he kissed her
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deeper when she pulled away, and she nodded. Her arms
went around his neck and she nodded again with her nose to
his. Gently, he pulled her onto him, his hands guiding her
narrow taut hips as their noses rubbed together. A hard,
heavy groan escaped his mouth as he did, and he paused. Just
an inch inside and he could feel her hymen blocking him. Her
lips parted, but no sound came, just hot, heavy breath laced
with anticipation.
Kat froze for a moment, her eyes clamped onto his, and he
knew she was okay. His breath was nearly as forceful as the
rest of him and she cried out loudly and high pitched, their
mouths together as he went further. Tears leaked from her
eyes and she buried her face into his neck and shoulder. Not
realising it, she had clawed his back with her nails when he
entered her.
Gulping for air she kissed his neck, and slowly moved her
body with his, the pain washing away slowly. A deep, rolling
rumble came from him as he squeezed her hips more, moving
her little body with his. She let go of his neck, and laid back
against the rocks, Aodh’s arms slid around her, protecting her
perfect flesh from the rocks. She pulled her leg up, and he slid
his arm under it, so it could go over his shoulder. She was so
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his, her feet only reaching barely below his hips as they lay.
He couldn’t quit touching her. His fingers had to play with
her hair, and hers had to draw along his stomach, like her
fingers were painting him.
“You can do all of these things. And you stayed in that small
apartment. Why?”
She bit into the strawberry, and Aodh sat his drink down to
feed her, watch her, touch her.
“Da, you put eet all over my kitchen sink. Now I’ll just put the
sink between a couple slices of bread, and you have lunch. Did
you know? Some of zee faeries think you very fat.”
“Well, they are great cooks. Yer a great cook. Not much for
an eater, but yeh make it wonderful.”
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“Why did you do that, when you could have been living here?”
“Why?”
“No. Well, yes I would like very much to dance, but do you
think you should hire a carpenter? He won’t use up all zee
peanut butter. I meant, why did you want to get to know me?”
Katerina couldn’t look at his eyes, she just buried her head
down into his shoulder, as he tried to understand what it was
she was saying. Speaking into his chest, she was mumbling.
He could barely understand her as it were. He pulled her tear-
stained face up to his, and she tried to speak clearer.
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Minutes to Midnight
Aodh closed his eyes. It was the first time he’d fallen asleep
since Samhain. Until now, he hadn’t felt so much as a yawn.
But, he found sleep, better than he’d ever remembered. Only,
it wasn’t long before his eyes flashed open. Kat was sound
asleep, and he remembered what it was he had to do. Trying
not to wake her, he slipped out from under her, and covered
her up with a lingering kiss to her sleeping cheek. He dressed
quickly and left the house, going straight to a figure waiting in
the dark by the water’s edge. He approached Ty and clapped
him on the shoulder, Ty grumbling under the weight of
Aodh’s hand.
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Knowing her she saw a vintage boot sale and will bring back
half the shoppe.”
Aodh snorted; he could see Dru doing the very same thing.
He didn’t know what to say to Ty, really, or if it was even
proper to bring it up. Dru was the most important thing in his
life, next to his wife.
“Aye, sir. Sorry. Bleedin’ hell, it’s going to take getting used
to.”
reached out for Aodh, but caught Ty’s hand instead. The
sensation from her sent him to his knees. Her face turned to
him, and their eyes met, piercing each other until Aodh
pulled them apart. Ty fell back, gasping for air, the veins in
his face snaking thickly beneath his skin. Aodh looked at him
like he could strangle the very life from him.
“It’s not from me, she was already pregnant when I entered
the room,” Ty explained with a raspy voice, trying to regain his
breath.
“Doll, I can make the pain go away. But yeh have to want me
to fix it. I can make yeh one of us, I can make yeh a goddess.
Blimey, yer already a goddess to me. I just need yeh to want it.”
“Kat, I can make it better. Yeh just need to want it. I can’t do
it if yeh don’t want it. You will be immortal. Young and
beautiful forever.”
The men watched her, Aodh holding her limp hand in his.
Ty went to the other side of the bed, and tried to help.
“Our Lady, if you don’t ascend, you and your son will die.”
“Your son, Kat. You and Aodh have made a little boy. Yer
going to be a mum, Katerina.”
Faint popping from all over the room let him know the
faeries were in force. Aodh turned to them, Aingeal leading
the pack, her white and gold light shining brightly. Avaryn
fluttered close behind, the microphone slung over her little
body, making her float a foot lower than the rest. Aodh went
to her first, and unravelled the cord from her tiny form.
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“As well as anyone can know the person they love, sir. Aodh, I
meant.”
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The waves began to roll away from the beach, and Ty’s heart
pounded under the confines of his chest. Dru and Niki
entered with the faerie, and the waves came crashing back
onto the beach. Niki went straight to Katerina, the faerie at
her shoulder. Ty took Dru by the hand, she was still wearing
her robes from the ceremony. He took her up the beach and
she tried to keep up with his quick pace. They got to the
middle of the beach, and Ty stopped suddenly and turned to
her, speaking before her mouth got the old itch to go first.
Dru stared in shock, and she shook her head, trying to make
sense of it.
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~Mum
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“They knew, all of those years, Dru. They knew of that fire
Flanagan set, and they refused to change their ways. You were
a pawn. A pawn in a sick game that cost them their lives.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
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“I was born to die, wasn’t I? That’s wot this has all meant? I
was born, so she could live?”
“She nearly died cos of me, Ty. She took my place in the
desert. It’ll be my honour. Two sisters. One gives birth to the
other, and she in turn gives birth to the first.”
Dru put her finger to Aodh’s lips. Shaking her head, she
hugged him tightly, her warm tears coating his shoulder.
“Just make sure to tell the baby I love him, before the world
ever met him.”
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Niki was holding Katerina’s hand when Aodh walked in. She
was sobbing over her friend, again. Her eyes burned as she
held onto her, not even bothering to wipe her wet face. Aodh
went to the other side of the bed, and paused to listen. The
birds sounded different. They sounded like Niki. He scooped
up Katerina, but Niki wouldn’t let go of her hand, and she
followed around the edge of the bed, refusing to let go.
“Oi, Niki. Stay here. Can’t have yeh step outside the palace,
understood?”
Niki kissed Katerina’s hand and finally let go, nodding, and
following along. Her faerie, Avaryn, stayed by her side, as the
others dispersed throughout the house to prepare for the
birth. Niki stopped at the front door, and Avaryn tugged at
her to follow. They went into Katerina’s newly refurbished
dance studio, where they had a perfect view of everyone on
the sand. Aodh walked out of the house, his white wedding
shirt elongated and wrapped around Katerina’s limp body into
a gauzy gown that swept in wisps in the breeze. Ty and Dru
began undressing each other as Aodh held Kat in his arms.
Their clothes fell to the sand, and Niki watched from the
window.
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Niki peeled her eyes from the window to see Avaryn twirling
in the middle of the room, like a fluttering dancer. She
thought this place was like a faerytale, where everything is
perfect and serene. She looked back out of the enormous
window, her hands shaking beyond control.
“I won’t hear of it. Carry her, do not let her feet touch ground,
Ty.”
“She died knowingly and honoured. Your life is above all ours,
and we all would die for your survival. Get your rest, milady.”
“Ty, come back here, don’t leave. Vot eez.. Oy, Come back!”
Kat pulled at Ty’s hand, making him bend down. She slid
her arms around his neck, tears falling down her face. She
hugged him tightly, and he lingered there, fighting back a
knot in his throat. Aodh walked into the room, his deep and
husky voice making Ty stand back up at attention.
“If it’s all the same to you, sir, I’d rather go to my own home
tonight.”
“Ty. It isn’t all the same to me. I want yeh here tonight,
mate.”
“Aye. The sun will not rise for nine months. It won’t feel like
nine moons, exactly. Time doesn’t operate here the same as it
does in the mortal plane. But, I believe that’s a conversation for
another time.”
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Birth of a Prince
Her belly heaved, and she took one of Aodh’s massive hands
to it. The baby moved so much, it felt like having a little
dancer inside of her, wanting to rehearse. His face lit up, and
he leaned in to kiss her as the baby moved around, kicking
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fiercely. Aodh put his face to her stomach, feeling the baby
rolling around inside, until it gave one hard, noticeable kick
to Aodh’s face. He sat up abruptly, Katerina smiling softly.
Katerina nodded, and laid her head back to watch her belly
dance.
“That’s wot we use for father. Kid’s going to learn quite a bit
eh? I mean, about things outside of this world, not like when I
was a lad.”
“And, when was that, Aodh? How old are you, exactly?”
“Oi, I’m not an old man! Not yet at any rate. Can’t help yer
still a spring chicken.”
He got into the bed with her, and she laid on his thick chest,
holding her belly. Her eyes grew heavy as he rubbed her arm
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“Sorry. I saw the glow coming from the door. I was just
walking around. I’ll leave you alone.”
“I’m sorry about what I said before. I know it came out wrong.
I’m not really that insensitive. I just kind of blurt things out
sometimes, and I don’t mean to.”
Niki plucked herself from the door frame and walked to the
fireplace, avoiding Ty like the plague. She went around the far
right, and waited for him to sit in his large, dark chair before
she sat in it’s partner on the other side. He placed a short
glass of whiskey on the table for her, and conjured a cigarette.
He never smoked, but for some reason, this body craved it on
occasion. And on a night such as this, he craved so many
things, he couldn’t even count them. Niki took the glass
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“Do I?”
“It’s okay, Aodh told me already. But, yeah. You look a little
bit familiar. I can’t think where from, though. Maybe if your
hair was shorter?”
“Why did Aodh say the baby would be born in one night? I
don’t get it.”
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“How many kids do you have, Ty? I mean, do you even know?”
Ty finished off yet another glass and his head lowered for a
moment. He conjured a full pack of cigarettes this time. He
looked at it as a wash of memories took over; sounds of waves
crashing on a rocky beach, the smell of lavender and the feel
of cream skin. The tip lit when he put it to his mouth, the
smoke clouding in front of his face. He sat the box down on
the table, and Niki eyed it. He nodded, and she took one out.
Ty leaned over, not close enough to touch her, but still close
enough to make her back away into her chair. He blew
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towards her mouth, and the end of the fag lit up, burning
orange. Ty’s accent got as thick as his voice.
The smoke and whiskey made Niki’s head start to sway, her
speech mildly slurring.
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He finished off the bottle, and rubbed his face roughly, the
stubble on his face thick. Normally this time of night, he’d
slide behind Dru in the tub to wash her hair. She’d turn
around and shave his face with a straight razor, not speaking
a single word. He cursed himself for all the time he allowed to
pass in silence. He thought of those marks blemishing her
skin. They were etched in his memory, burning his mind. He
could hear his teeth crack from clenching his jaw too tight.
He closed his eyes and opened the door, her scent
immediately smacking him in the face. He closed the door,
and fell back to it, breathing in her memory. He rubbed his
face again, the scent of her blood still on his hands. He
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stripped off his clothes, letting them puddle around his feet
with the now empty bottle. His eyes closed before he fell into
the emerald and amethyst coloured bed.
Why couldn’t she just stay and haunt him? He’d welcome
her as a ghost. As it was, she would forever be the ghost of his
soul. Her hand moved, and he couldn’t feel her anymore. He
reached out in his dream and in his bed, and called for her.
Then he saw her face. She was glowing, even more than
usual. The sun seemed to pick her as a favourite champion of
light as she brought her face close to his. She looked blurry,
faded, but more lovely than ever. He tried to smooth her
mane of hair from her face, but his arms felt like lead.
“Don’t go.”
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pull away again, and he tried to hold her there; her sweet
laugh echoing in the quiet room.
“Ty.”
He heard her voice again, and felt her breath coating his
face, his eyes attempting to blink open. Her hands slid up his
bare chest to his neck, holding his aching jaw between her
hands. He could feel her straddling him, her skin far softer
than his own.
“Peaches?”
“Mhm.”
to convince him to stop for it’s own sweet taste. The entire
right side of her body began to tremour, and she ran her hand
along him firmly, making him throb harder as her voice
boomed. His tongue moved slower as she tensed around it,
drinking her in, thinking if this was a dream, she never tasted
so bloody real.
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“Ty.”
Hearing her say his name made his hips buck even harder.
He was imagining her soft, bubblegum tongue separating
from it’s bed to touch the smooth palate, her lips parting to
allow her voice to carry over her throat for her to say the
short, single syllable with her sweet tone. He pulled her head
back further, twisting her dampening hair into his fist, his
other hand still lingering low on her stomach. Her lips to his,
that same feeling of empty, yet full bliss swirled his head, and
she spoke again.
“I love you.”
There weren’t any sounds, and Ty tried his toe over the line
of the top stair. It still allowed him in. He carefully carried
Dru up, and it allowed her in as well. Creeping to the door, he
listened, not a sound to be heard. No coos or cries, or even
snores. He opened the door and poked his head in, relieved to
find the bedroom empty. His girl in his arms, Ty carried her
through Aodh’s bedroom suite, and to the loo.
“Shh. Don’t yeh dare tell him. He’ll kill me. Or castrate me,
then kill me after.”
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She leaned forward to take his hands over his head, where
they locked together, and he felt a burning sensation in the
sand again. Once more he rolled her to her back, and she
playfully bit into his neck, more sand coating them, and
melting with their heat. He pinned her knee to her shoulder,
and it caught his attention. Her leg was clean and free of the
scars. He felt her start to contract against him, her voice was
shaky, breathless, gasping.
“Oh my…god.”
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Dru could hardly breathe. Her legs were twisted around Ty’s
incredibly fit body, afraid she’d melt into the sand if she
relinquished her grip. She looked to see what he was holding,
her eyes blinking the water out, unbelieving. Ty held the
object tenderly in his hand as it cooled down. A ring, with a
gleaming yellow stone that matched the shade of her hair, in
an ancient setting sat between his fingers. His thick hair was
dripping water onto her flushed face. Pushing himself up, he
held the ring in front of her face.
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Dru shed happy tears, and she nodded, unable to find her
voice as Ty slipped the ring onto her shaky finger. He bent
down to kiss her, and she spoke through their kiss, “Yes, I’m
yours. All yours.”
The chime gave it’s final sound, and Ty opened the door for
Dru. She walked into a heavily decorated garden, boasting
throngs of ribbons and flowers. Ty followed, and took her
hand in his, the ring still warm on his skin.
“Didn’t think I’d just let her go that easily, did yeh mate?”
Dru rolled her eyes, and Aodh left them to walk through the
winding path of flowering shrubs, the explosion of noise and
fanfare, and eagerly awaiting faeries. He stood in front of the
chairs, and turned to help Katerina stand. He looked out to
the small gathering of friends and faeries, his family. Glasses
of bubbling drink landed in each of their hands. Even the
faeries had tiny glasses, Avaryn could be seen bouncing so
hard, her drink spilled over the edge of her glass. Everyone
calmed down as Aodh held his glass high and spoke.
Roars of cheers filled the garden, as more tears fell from the
women, who could barely keep their collective composure.
Aodh sat his glass on a floating tray and turned to his wife. He
slipped his hand under the bundle in her arms, not really
needing both to hold him, but wanting to securely carry him
nonetheless. His thick fingers unwrapped the soft blue
blanket revealing a fresh, soft little face, sound asleep. The
faeries fluttered around, unable to contain themselves. Aodh
stroked his son’s cheek, coaxing the baby to wake as Katerina
looked on closely.
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“Bodb Maxim.”
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Dayna was born July 31, 1976 to German/Irish parents in
Niles, Ohio. Also the birthplace of a U.S. President, Niles’
small-town charm and history nurtured a young girl's vivid
imagination. At age twelve, she moved to Maryland where she
got her thirst for travel and a different way of life. During this
time, she wrote extensively in diaries. It would be these
journals that would later remind Dayna of her passion,
inspiring her to complete the first Tuatha book.
The following years took Dayna and her family to the UK,
New England, and the American south where she continued
her research and the hefty task of not only writing a novel,
but finishing it. The first in the Tuatha series debuted
October 31, 2009.
Other upcoming titles by D. VonThaer include:
www.dvonthaer.com
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