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A Strange Meeting…Fourteen

“If it was a mattress store I could understand it, but a coffee shop?  Don’t they have any respect for the beans at all?”

“People overlook the obvious,” said Merlin.

“I guess, but where’s the dragon?”

“Did you expect one to open the door for you and take your order?”

“I want hot chocolate and a brownie,” she said happily, getting out of the car.  “I want the brownie heated in the microwave, so it’s soft and gooey.”

“Of course you do,” sighed Bill.

“So, where’s the port?” she asked, staring at Merlin.

“You’re looking at it.”

“You mean it’s the WHOLE store?”

“Got it in one,” said Bill.

“And the customers are demons or jumpers?  Is the barista the dragon?  She’s cute.”

“We could just grab something to eat at the Egg Roll over there, and then go home,” said Bill, pointing to the restaurant.

“Yes and no,” said Merlin, ignoring Bill’s plea for Chinese food.  Some of the customers are demons but some are regular humans.  The barista is the communications officer.  When we walk in, she’ll hit the alarm and it will begin.  First the humans will feel an overwhelming urge to be somewhere else.  Once they’re gone…well, that’s when the fun starts.”

Lexi laughed and said, “I got this.”  Then she made a few snowballs and started throwing them at the window.  She waved and threw some more, until, one by one, the humans started leaving.  Once they were gone she took a small object out of her pocket and threw it at the window, breaking the glass and watching the demons scurry for cover.  The bomb went off and the building came down.  The fire was hotter than your average fire so not much was left.  Well, except for the two dragons standing there, thrashing their tails back and forth.

“Hi,” she said, waking toward them.  “Look, I have sugar cubes.  You’ll love them.  Trust me.  Horses adore them and everyone KNOWS that horses have wonderful taste, right?”

The largest dragon, drew up to his full height and snarled.

“Have a bad day?” she asked.  “I know why.”

The dragon stared at her.  “You don’t really belong on this plane, so I can only imagine what you’re going through,” she said, throwing a hand full of sugar cubes into the air.  The dragon snapped them up and swallowed them.

“They’re kind of small for you but that’s how they make them here,” she said, throwing more and making sure that both dragons were able to get some.  “Where are the demons?”

“We’re right here,” said one gigantic red, lizard like creature with spikes coming out of his scull.

 

 

 

 

Louise…Fourteen

“So you cast a spell that would open a portal for pit demons to come through but you aren’t controlling what they do once they get here?”

“Not after they do the job for Daniel.  No.”

“Don’t you care that they could torment, maim and kill people?”

“Not really,” said Dorken.  “It was just a job.  I figured they would find their way back through the painting.  I don’t really deal in demons.  It’s not my kind of magick.  I just did it because the guy was willing to pay a fortune to get rid of the new guys setting up shop in his territory.”

“So no one was set up to send them BACK?”

“Not that I know of,” stammered Dorken.  “I guess I should have thought of that.”

“What kind of magick to you do?”  asked Louise, straddling his lap.

“Just a little of this and that, nothing too big.  Don’t want the Magical Controllers bothering me.”

“Tell me what a little of this and a little of that IS, or you’ll only wish your face felt as good as it does right now.”

“What IS your problem?  You get off on beating people up?”

Louise thought about it, then smiled.  “I have a lot of rage about the state of the world, magical and otherwise, so yeah, I like beating up the bad guys.”

“And you get to decide who’s bad?”

“I do.  How cool is that?”

“Uh,” said Shane.  “How much did you like this guy,” she said, looking at the body on the floor.

“He’s a new hire.”

“So, no relative?”

“No, why?”

“Not sure he’s actually alive right now.”

“Really?” huffed Louise.

“I told you I didn’t have the bugs in this thing worked out.”

“Sorry about that,” said Louise.  “Now tell me about your magick, or I’ll show you some of mine.”

“I’m a low level psychic.  I can tell people about those they have lost, if they haven’t been gone too long.  I can sometimes see into a persons future, if they have a certain kind of energy but I make most of my money by….”  he paused.

“Go on,” said Louise.

“Dogs like me.”

“And?”

“They tell me when they’re unhappy and why.  I pass that information on to the people they live with and if they listen to me, everyone ends up happy.”

That’s what you do and yet you called pit demons to this plane?”

“I do know a few spells,” he said nervously

“You made a freaking portal to the PIT.”

“I didn’t know if it would even work.”

“Let me zap him,” said Shane.  “I turned down the power a little and he’s almost too stupid to let live.”

“In a minute,” said Louise.  “So here’s what’s going to happen Dorken.  I’m going to chip you. If you play with your usually magick I’ll know and I’ll leave you alone.  If you try to cast, I’ll know that as well and I will rip the magic from you the instance you mutter your second word. I won’t even have to be here to do it and you will never get your magic back. You will be just like every other human walking around asleep.  Do you understand?”

“Can you do that?”

Louise leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “Ask Max Cells, whether or not I can do it.”

“I heard he was sick.”

Louise laughed.  “Is that what he’s been telling people?”

“Yes,” said Dorken, nodding.

“Ask him about his magick. Better yet, ask him to show it to you.”

“Now can I zap him?”

“Hold on,” said Louise.  “What do you say Dorken?”

“Are you going to let her at me?” he asked, looking at Shane.

“Probably,” said Louise, as she shot a chip under the skin of Dorken’s shoulder. “If you try and take this out of your shoulder you’ll be dead in five minutes.  And believe me when I say that those five minutes will be the most painful minutes of your life.”

“That hurt,” he whined, rubbing his shoulder.  “Why are you going to let her zap me?  I’ve told you everything I know.”

“She needs to figure out the ratio, you heard her.”

“She might kill me.”

“You might have killed thousands of people by letting demons out of the pit.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“The demons wouldn’t have killed me.”

“He’s all yours Shane.”

Edith…Fourteen

“I heard,” said Steven, evenly, “that a human child has moved into your tree.  Everyone is talking about it.”

“Everyone?” asked Lilly.  “You would think that everyone would have something better to do than talk about us.”

“Is it true?”

“It is.  As a matter of fact, Three was here last night as well.”

“Are you trying to get us all killed?” he growled, his wings ridged with anger and fear.

“No, Steven,” said Lilly, looking into his eyes.  “I’m trying to do the right thing.  I’m trying to make Fairy a nicer and more inclusive place, a place that I’ll be proud to live in, instead of ashamed.”

“We are going to die, you know that, don’t you?”

Lilly shrugged.  “I don’t think so, Steven.  I think we’re going to set a good example.”

“Lilly,” shouted Edith, jumping down the stairs, “can Weed and I bake cookies?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Lilly, smiling.

“Oh, hi Steven,” said Edith, coming to a halt.  “This is Weed.  She lives here now.  Weed this is Steven, my grandfather.  He was raised by humans, like I was.”

“Very nice to meet you, Weed,” said Steven, bowing.

Weed curtsied and turned scarlet.  “Sir,” she said.

“I think you can call him Steven,” said Edith.  “He’s nice and won’t mind at all.”

Lilly choked back a laugh and started getting the cookie sheets out of the cabinet.  “We used different ingredients, Edith, so you may have to substitute.”

“We’ll be fine, right Weed?” she said, looking at her friend.  “We’re going to make cookies for the other human kids because their life is terrible.   Weed and I are going to change that and the best way to start is with treats.  Weed knows where some of the kids hide. Don’t you think it’s horrible that children have to hide?  I do.”

Weed climbed onto a stool and started mixing things together.

“She said she’s made food before.  She worked for fairies, so she knows what she’s doing.  She’s going to teach me.  Maybe when she’s not afraid of you guys, she’ll talk to you.  She’s been treated very badly and it takes time to stop being terrified.”

Steven sighed loudly and ran his fingers through his hair.  His wings began to move in a start and stutter fashion which, like biting his bottom lip, meant that he was nervous.  Lilly laughed out loud.  “Go, Steven.  Tell everyone you don’t know us any longer.  Be safe, think of yourself, just as you always have.”

“That’s not fair and you know it,” he said, angrily.  “I worry about all of you.”

“Don’t worry about us Steven,” said Lilly, putting her arms around both girls.  “We’re fine.  As a matter of fact, we’re more than fine.  We’re happy.  Do you know what happy feels like, Steven?”

Buttercup walked into the cozy kitchen holding a basket.  She was dressed in a sheer sundress, the color of new celery and the flowers in her hair matched perfectly.  “Father, Mother,” she said, nodding to each of them.  “I have a gift for you, Edith.”

“What is it?” she asked, pulling Weed off the stool, so she could see the present as well.

The girls dropped to the floor and sat next to the basket.  The blanket inside was moving.

Edith and Weed looked at each other and nodded.  Then they slowly lifted a corner of the soft, fluffy blanket and a baby bunny started up at them.

Edith threw herself at Buttercup.  “Thank you so much.  Weed and I will take excellent care of the rabbit, I promise.”

Weed nodded and ran her hand over the bunny’s ears.

“I know it’s not a cat, but bunnies are lovely as well,” said Buttercup, watching the girls gently touch the tiny rabbit.

“She’s wonderful,” said Edith.

“So, this is your new friend,” said Buttercup.

“Oh, we aren’t friends,” said Edith, looking at Weed.  “We’re sisters.  We decided that last night.”

Weed cowered a bit and Edith touched her arm.  “She’s afraid of being mistreated because a lot of fairies are mean but I told her that we’re all nice, so she doesn’t have to worry.”

“A pleasure to meet you Weed.  That’s a nice name, by the way.  It means you’re strong and you can survive anything.”

“See,” said Edith.  “I told you that Weed was a great name.”

“Girls,” said Lilly, “your cookies are calling.”

“Lilly, will you watch the bunny until we’re finished baking?”

“Of course,” she muttered.  “Buttercup, I hope you brought a bed for the bunny.”

“I did,” she said, “although she may rather stay in the yard during the day.  Scott is making a pen for her right now, so she can enjoy the sunshine.  Is Weed living here?”

“She is,” said Lilly.

Steven huffed and walked out the door.

“Ah,” said Buttercup, knowingly, watching him go.”

“The girls are making cookies for the human children who are hiding from the evil fairies. We are the evil fairies, in case you weren’t aware of that,” said Lilly.  “We’ve done nothing to help those children.  It doesn’t matter than we haven’t personally abused them.  Not stopping others from hurting them is just as bad.”

“Weed,” said Buttercup.  “If you know someone who would like a home, please bring her or him to our house.  We live two trees down that way,” she said, pointing to her right.  The tree with the bird bath in front.”

Weed looked at Edith.  “She means it,” said Edith.  “She’s my mother.  Maybe we can bring someone over to her tonight.”

“Thank you,” whispered Weed.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks mom,” said Edith, smiling.

Once the cookies were done, the Edith and Weed packed them into the basked the bunny had been in and headed to the woods.  The bunny was in her pen, nibbling on grass and a small carrot.  “I promise you will have a name by bedtime,” she said.  “Be good and we’ll see you later.”

As they walked, Weed pointed out certain things to Edith.  She explained what life was like for the human children who had been stolen and where it was safe to swim and hide.

“Do you want to find your real parents?” asked Edith.

“I have no idea who they are,” said Weed.  “I was taken when I was two days old.  I wouldn’t know where to look, or who to look for.”

“There has to be a way to find them, so if you want to look for them, I’ll help you.  I bet they keep records somewhere.”

“Why would my human parents want me?” asked Weed, matter-of-factly.

“Why wouldn’t they want you?   You’re fabulous,” said Edith.  “Besides, they deserve to have the chance to love their real daughter.”

“Are humans as bad as they say they are?”

“Some of them are but some of everyone seems to be bad, don’t you think?”

“Maybe.”

“Humans aren’t nice but that doesn’t mean that your parents won’t be.”

Weed nodded and said, “These cookies will be gone in two seconds, you know that, don’t you?”

 

 

 

 

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