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A Strange Meeting…Fifteen…Finis or The End

“I like the spikes on you head,” said Lexi.  “It’s a good look for you guys.  Kind of scary, and very in right now, especially among teenagers and those in their early twenties.  They’re doing a lot of scaring and piercings EVERYWHERE, and when I say EVERYWHERE, I mean EVERYWHERE.”

“We’re going to kill you,” hissed the demon, menacingly.

“Really?” asked Lexi.  “Why?”

“What?” asked the demon, trying to tilt his head on his very thick neck. “What do you mean, why?”

The dragons looked from one to the other.

“Why are you going to kill me?  I didn’t do anything to you, so what’s the deal?”

“Killing’s what we do,” he said, taken back.

“Maybe you could do something else, like have pizza with us instead.”

The demons chatted among themselves for a few minutes and the dragons nudged her for more sugar cubes.  She rubbed their gigantic noses and gave them each another box.

“No Pizza.  We’re evil demons and it’s our job to kill you because you want to stop the orange one from becoming president in the future.  Once he’s in office we will take over the world.”

“Ambitious plans.”

“We think so.”

“What are you going to do with the world, once you take it over?”

The demons stared at her.

“I mean you must have some idea of what you’re going to do, right?  You’re too big to live in our houses and you certainly can’t fit into our cars, so what will you do with the world?  Do you think that someone smaller than you might be using you to get what they want, which might not have anything at all to do with what you want?  I mean look at this place.  What’s here for you?  We have like three lava beds, so no bathing in luxury for you guys.  What will you eat?  Nothing big enough lives here, so you’ll never be satisfied.  And look at the trees,” she said, pointing at them.  They’re alive and tiny, compared to what you’re used to.  Where will you stay?  And how do you like THIS weather?  Snow?  You guys HATE snow.”  She watched them deflate a bit.

“We really do hate the weather,” they said, bushing snow off of their shoulders.  “Hate it.”

“Look, it’s up to you guys.  You look smart and capable.  I could probably take you out before you knew what was going on, but that’s NOT a  threat, or the point,” she said, holding up her hands, watching them tense.  “It’s just the truth.”

“You’re a puny human.  We could break you in half with one hand,” they laughed.

“Do you want to die here or do you want to go home?” she asked gently.  “Again…what will you do here?”

“I don’t like it here,” said one of the demons to the leader.  “Maybe she’s right.”

That earned him a punch in the face.  “You can hit me but its still the truth,” said the bleeding demon.  “We’ve been set up.”

The dragons shoved her and begged for sugar cubes.  She gave them more and kissed their faces when they bent to nuzzle her.

The demons sniffed the air, as Merlin walked up to her with fifteen boxes of pizza.

“Hungry?” she asked, happily.

They mumbled, groaned, scratched their heads and finally dropped their weapons. Then little by little, they inched forward.  Lexi sat down in the snow and everyone followed suit.  The dragons moved in and hovered behind her.  “This is the best pizza,” she said to the demons, giving each one of them a box.  “Enjoy it.”  Then she opened a couple of  boxes for the dragons and grabbed a slice out of Parker’s box.

The demons held up their pizza and nodded at her.  “Good.”

“Told you,” she said, smiling.  “I kind of nuked your port, so do you have a way get home?”

“No,” said the leader, shaking his head, as much as he could.

“You do want to go home, right?” she asked.

They nodded.

“I can get you there.”

“Okay,” said the leader, holding out his hand for a fist bump.

She laughed and bumped his enormous fist.  “Friends?”

He stared at her for a minute and said, “Friends.”

The dragons pushed her again and she gave them the last of the sugar cubes.  She rubbed their necks and kissed them over and over again, telling them that they were beautiful and that she loved them.

“I can get you home as well,” she said to the dragons, her voice thick with emotion. “If you’re ready to go.”

They nudged her an dropped a gigantic ruby at her feet.  “Oh, no,” she said quickly.  No need to pay.  They nudged her again and she said, “Thank you.”  Then she opened a tear in the sky, kissed them one last time, and watched them take off.  She waved until they were out of sight and the opening disappeared.

“They’ll be happier there,” said the demon, patting her back, almost knocking her over.

“I know,” she sniffed, but…”

“You’ll miss them.”

She nodded.

“Maybe you can visit them,” he said.  “We were bred to kill and hunt, you know.  We were made to be violent.”

“I know,” she said, leaning into him.  “Humans were bred for the same thing.”

He nodded.  “They’re just smaller and break more easily.”

“Yes, it’s the gravity and their poor design.”

“Fragile,” he grunted.

She pulled his huge arm around her.  “I don’t think we can stop the orange one from winning and destroying the country.”

“I know.”

“Well, I’m starting to get cold.  I’m happy to have met you and your crew,” she said, looking at the guys all talking to each other and laughing.

“Same” he said, patting her again.

The demons nodded to her as one by one they walked through the tear in space and were gone.

Merlin smiled at her.  “It’s hard letting them go but you know they don’t belong here.  You get attached too easily.  However, I suppose in your job, that’s not always a bad thing.”

“No, not always,” she said.  “Maybe I will go and visit the dragons one day.”

“I think they’d like that,” he said, sincerely.   “Be sure you bring a lot of sugar cubes.”

She laughed and looked at Parker and Bill.  “Is it over?”

“For now,” said Parker.  “It’s never truly over.  Not as long as men want to kill each other and rule over others.  What you did was good.”

“Well, you know,” she laughed.  “That IS my job, after all.”

“Job?” said Parker.   “What exactly is your job.”

Merlin looked at him and said, “She’s the Negotiator for the Universe.  She can go anywhere she’s needed.  She’s fast, she can calm situations with her voice and she can fall in love with dragons and demons in one night.”

“Makes us look kind of useless,” said Parker.

“Indeed,” agreed Merlin.

“Is that what you did to me?” asked Parker, staring at her.  “Did you calm me and make me fall in love with you?”

“First of all a big NO, since I wasn’t WORKING, and second, you love me?” she asked surprised.

“I do.”

“Uh,” she said.  “Don’t you have to go home?”

“To what?”

“I don’t know.  You must have something you want to go home to.”

“Not really.  I’ll stay here as long as I can, without disintegrating.”

She turned to Merlin.  “Can he do that?”

“He can try,” he said, nodding.

“Fine, but no marriage and no real commitment.   We’ll stay together as long as it’s fun, or you’re atoms start acting up.  Deal?”

“I’d like more than that but I can see that I’m not going to get it.  So yes, it’s a deal.”

“I think you’re both crazy,” said Bill walking past them. “Can we go somewhere warm before I freeze to death, PLEASE?”

“Big baby,” snickered Lexi.

“I heard that,” he said.

“You were supposed to.”

 

Finis

 

 

 

 

Louise…Fifteen

Louise heard the car horn and ran down the hall.  She flung the door open and saw a demon the size of a truck, rocking the car back and forth.  Novak, as white as a ghost, was laying on the horn and yelling.

“Great,” said Louise, pulling her screwdriver out of the back of her skin tight jeans.  She shook it, and pink sparks dribbled to the ground.  “Good enough,” she muttered as she ran at the demon and jumped onto her back.

The demon made a terrible sound and tried to fling Louise to the ground.  She whirled and smashed Louise into the car.  She twisted and threw her hand over her shoulder, in an effort to drag Louise forward.  Then she screamed again…”Gau.”

“Gau?” said Louise.  “Did you say Gau?”

“The demon slowed, “Gau?” whispered.

“I know him,” said Louise, dropping to the ground.

“Where?” asked the demon.

“How do you know him?”

“Brother.”

“I’m Louise.  Gau’s at my place.  I can take you to him, if you like.”

“Gat,” said the demon, pointing at herself.  “Take me.”

“We have to wait for my partner.  She should be out in a minute.”

Gat nodded and squatted on the ground to wait.  She started drawing pictures in the dust and hummed softly to herself.

“How did you get to this plane?” asked Louise.

“Doorway.”

“Where?”

Gat pointed to her right.

“Will you show me later?”

Gat nodded.

“I can send you and Gau back, then seal the portal.”

“No,” said Gat.  “Stay here.”

“You can’t stay here.  People will notice you and that won’t be a good thing, believe me.”

“Stay.”

“Hey,” said Shane.  “Where’d ya get the demon?”

“This is Gat,  She’s Gau’s sister. She doesn’t want to go back to the Pit.”

“Can’t blame her,” said Shane.

“Ladies,” said Novak.  “What’s going on?”

Louise made the introductions.  Gat tried to smile and Novak just said, “Hello, nice to meet you.”

“You’re so polite,” said Shane, poking him in the ribs.  “I bet no one has ever said that to a demon before.”

Gat was light blue, a little over seven feet tall, with deep golden eyes and long black hair.  She was wearing something that looked like a bowling shirt and a pink net tutu over bare and very large feet.

“Love your style,” said Shane.  “Really, you look…outstanding.”

Louise put an enlargement spell on the back of the car and they got Gat inside.  She called Graywing, who flew to her shoulder and they all got in and slammed the doors.

“How’s Dorken?” asked Louise, looking at Shane.

“He’ll live to play again.”

Louise smiled, turned up the radio and kicked up the gravel behind her, as she sped away.

 

 

Edith…Fifteen

Weed started to whistle.  She slowed her pace and made Edith slow hers as well.  She whistled some more and then stopped and started to sing.  Pretty soon Edith saw a face look out from behind one tree, then another.  Faces smudged with dirt, hair lank and stringy.  One by one the children came forward in their tattered clothes and bare feet. They smiled and waved at Weed but became cautious when they saw Edith.

“This is my friend Edith.  She’s a half and half.”  The children stared at her and nodded. “She lives with her grandparents and we have cookies,” she said, happily.  The children held out their hands and cookies were placed in their palms.  Small noises of delight were heard and smiles were passed from one child to another, along with grunts of happiness.

“There are more tribes like this one,” whispered Weed.  “I lived here, with these children.”

“How can we pick anyone to move in with my mother when they all need homes?”

Weed didn’t answer.

“How many are there?”

“Fifteen to seventeen,” said Weed.  “It all depends on whether or not everyone comes home each night.  Some have jobs and stay away for a day or two and some never come back at all.  It’s a good thing that fairies have a very difficult time having children, or there would be more of us.”

Edith didn’t say anything, she just looked at the hungry and dirty children in front of her. “We have to take all of them,” she said.

“We can’t,” said Weed, unhappily.  “There are too many.”

“We have to,” said Edith.  “We absolutely have to.  There is no other choice.”

So fifteen grubby and starving human children followed Edith and Weed back to their house.

“Let me go in first,” said Edith.  Weed nodded, raised and lowered her hand and the children sat on the ground and remained silent.

“Ah, Edith,” said Lilly.  “Did the children like the cookies?”

“They did,” said Edith.  “I have to talk to you about something important.”

“Are you ill?  Did a fairy try to hurt you?” she asked, panic in her voice.

“No, I’m fine, thank you, it’s about the other kids.”

“What about them?”

“Um, I brought them all home.”

Lilly blanched and leaned against the table.  “All of them?  How many is all of them?

Edith shrugged.  “I’m not sure, fifteen I guess.”

“You brought fifteen human children to our house?”

Edith nodded.

“Where are they?”

“Out in front.”

“Quickly, take eight to your mother’s house and have Weed bring the other seven inside.  Do it now, quickly, quickly.”

Edith ran outside and told Weed to take the children inside while she went to her mother’s.  The she gathered the eight kids and took them to Buttercup’s.  Buttercup opened the door and her wings turned blood red.  “Hurry, inside,” she said, closing the door as soon as the last child crossed the threshold.  Edith explained what happened.  She asked Buttercup to please take care of the frightened children until they could figure out what to do.  Scott walked into the room and his face was split in two with the biggest smile Edith had ever seen.  He held out his arms and she said, “Dad?  Look, I brought you a bunch of kids.”

Scott turned to Buttercup and said, “Isn’t she wonderful?”

Edith made sure everyone was in the right place, not quite as afraid as they were in the beginning and then she went home.  Weed was in the kitchen, doing dishes.  Kids were asleep on the floor and most of them were clean and in regular clothes.  Edith started wiping the dishes and Weed smiled at her.  “You’re very special, Edith.”

“Oh, don’t say that.  I’m not special in any way at all, I’m just doing what needs to be done.  I’m doing the right thing and there’s never anything special about that.  It’s not good for anyone to think they did anything out of the ordinary.  Really, It’s nothing at all.  I’d want someone to help me, if I was in trouble, that’s for sure.”

“That’s a very nice thing to say.”

“No, it’s just a thing to say, not nice, just words.  You can’t think things are special or nice, things are just the right thing to do.”

Weed chuckled.  “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

Lilly came into the room carrying a sleeping toddler.  She placed him on her favorite lounge chair and covered him with a blanket.  He looked huge in her slender arms.

“Fairies must be really strong,” whispered Edith, to Weed.  “I mean, human kids are so big, compared to them.”

“What’s going to happen Edith,” asked Weed, looking over her friends.

“I don’t know exactly.  All I do know is that we have to keep going.

 

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