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Jasper Kingsley…Twelve

“You said yes, to Byron?” asked Raif.  “Why?”

“Maybe he can make Fairy a better place to live,” said Jasper.

“How?  And what’s wrong with it the way it is?”

“What’s wrong with it?  It’s not fair.”

“What is fair?  Here?  Where you live?  Don’t make me laugh.  That place is a thousand times worse than Fairy.”

“You’re right.”

“Really?” he asked, stunned.  “Can I have that in writing?”

“And maybe we can’t change anything in Fairy, but shouldn’t we try?”

“Give me an example of what you want to change,” said Raif, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I think fairies should stop switching children with humans.  It doesn’t work for the fairy or the human child.”

“Go on.”

“I don’t think Fairies should keep humans as pets and servants.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong to enslave people?”


“Because everyone is the same.”

“Really?  You think anyone will believe that? They have already staked out their claims.  The royalty, the elite, will never give up anything they have, you should know that. They want MORE of everything, not  less.  They don’t SHARE, in case you haven’t noticed, dear sister.  And they won’t stop swapping children either.  You know that as well.  Tradition is simply another word for doing what ever you want to do, no matter who it hurts, no matter how twisted and horrible t is.”

“Are you saying that there’s nothing we can do to make a difference?”

“Yes.  That’s exactly what I’m saying.  The underlings are brainwashed into accepting their lowly position.  They don’t even fight back.  They fight each other because it’s safer that way.  No one is storming the castle, in case you haven’t noticed.  The masters have taught the slaves to be satisfied with what they are given, with what they are allowed to have.  How will you reeducate them?  It’s been going on since the beginning.”

“Even if you are making sense, what’s happening is wrong,” said Jasper.

“Not to them, it isn’t.”

“It should be.”

“The fairies on top benefit from it.  They won’t give it up.  They don’t care about the people they use, or abuse.  The elite believe they deserve more than anyone else.  They think it’s their right to abuse others. They think they are special and can do whatever they wish.”

“They aren’t special.  They’re just like everyone else, as I said before, and it’s time someone told them that.”

“You don’t have a chance.  Not a single one.  They have all the power.  Don’t you get it?  They can do anything they want to do and there is nothing to stop them because they are the ones in charge and they convinced everyone else that they are in charge.  Thats what slavery is…making the slaves believe they belong where they are.  They people on the bottom accept that they belong there, giving their lives for the people who take everything from them.”

“That’s sick.”

“I know.”

“I hate it when you make sense.”

“Where’s Fluff?”

“Still sleeping it off.”

“I have an idea.”

“Ah, the first one ever?”

“Don’t be mean, sister of mine.  Instead of going after the rich, try to improve conditions for the poor.  Work toward changing things for the slaves, for the glamoured humans.  Start from there and you might be able to make a difference, if you work from the bottom up.”

“All these years I’ve waited for you to say something intelligent and now it’s happened.  What’s next?”

“I’ve been saving myself for this very moment.”

“Are you in love with Aie?”

He shrugged.  “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Neither do I,” said Jasper.  “At least not that kind of love.”




Jasper Kingsley…Eleven

“Are you mad?  I’m a half-blood. They won’t stand for it.”

“I’m the King, remember?”

“They’ll kill you.”

“They can try.”

“What do you want me to do?  I need a job description and how much time I’ll have to spend in Fairy.”

“I want to make Fairy a place of equality and harmony.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“And you want me to help you do that?”

“I do.”

“I’m in.”

“What?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock.  “You’re saying yes?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Byron grabbed her up and they danced across the room, singing and stomping their feet.  He swung her and spun her and kissed her entire face.  “You have just made me the happiest King ever.”

“Am I interrupting something?” asked Tommy, standing in the doorway.

“You must be Tommy.  Nice to meet you.  I’m the King of Fairy, but you can call me Byron, since that’s my name.  Jasper has just agreed to be my second in command.  You saw me celebrating but please don’t tell anyone because that was not proper behavior for a King, if you know what I mean.”

“No problem,” chuckled Tommy.  “I’m not about to tell anyone that I saw the Fairy King dancing in the apartment next to mine.   Besides, I’m great at keeping secrets.”

“Well, then, Jazz, my love, I’ll make all the arrangements necessary for your new position.  What a Ball this is going to be.  All the new programs we will start,” he sighed, and then disappeared.

“Nice guy,” said Tommy.  “A little over the top but I get that he was happy.  Will you be moving to Fairy, then?”

“No.  I’ll have to spend more time there but I can do a lot from here.”

“Will you take me with you, so I can see it?”

“No.  Fairies play with humans.  They hurt them.  They keep them.  They do things, to their minds.”

“You won’t let them hurt me.”

“No, you can’t go.”

“Good enough,” he said. “My cat came home.”

“I’m so glad.”

“How’s Fluff?”

“Groggy, but waking up.”

“That’s a crazy situation, you know that, right?”

“I do.”

“Wanna show me the bunny sheets?”

“Maybe later,” snickered Jasper.  “Things to do.”

“I get that,” he said, smiling at her.  Um, do you have any food?”

Jasper Kingsley…Eight

“Who’s there?” snapped Jasper, walking toward the door, trying to remember where she put her Doc Martin’s.

“Uh, your neighbor from 4B?”

She pulled open the door and 4 B Surfer Boy stood there smiling at her.

“You can’t be from around here and look like that,” she said, before she could stop herself.

“Look like what?” he asked, frowning.

“Tan, sun bleached hair, great build but not from a gym, from being outside.”

“Oh, I get it.  Yeah, I’m from California.”

“Go back, before you turn into a grey, sun starved, shadow like the rest of us.”

He laughed.  “You don’t look like a grey, sun starved shadow to me.”

“I don’t?” she asked, looking at her hands.

“No.  You’re pretty cute and pinkish.”

“Are you for real?”

“I hope so, because if I’m not, I’m never going back to work.”

“Do you want to come in?”


“I don’t bite,” she said, smiling.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” he chuckled. “I was hoping…”

“Hoping what?”

“For some old man to live here but now I’ll just spend my time thinking about you and those blue eyes.”

“Great line,” she said, dragging him inside by the front of his t-shirt.  “Did that work on anyone else?”

“I haven’t use it on anyone else.”

“Would you like to go into the bedroom and see my new sheets?”

“Actually, besides asking if you had seen my cat, that’s why I came over in the first place, to see your new sheets.”

“Then follow me,” she said, sliding out of her tank top.  “They have bunnies on them.”

“I love sheets with bunnies on them.  By the way,” he said, his voice muffled by his t-shirt being pulled over his head, “what’s your name?”

“Jazz,  what’s yours?”


“You’re just in time, Tommy.   I didn’t know what to have for breakfast until just now.  By the way, what color is your cat?”

“What cat?”

“Ohhhh, you’re really good,” she said, as his arms went around her.


Jasper Kingsley…Seven

“You’re getting diamonds,” said Aie.  “He said they go with everything.  He has the jewelers working around the clock.  He designed the setting himself.  I told him to go with blue sapphires but he said you wouldn’t tell Raif what you were wearing to he’s playing it safe.”

“It’s just a dance.  I don’t NEED or WANT diamonds.”

“Why are you always so difficult?”

“Me?  Difficult?” Said Jasper, aghast.  “ME?”

“What would call the way you act?”

“I’m NOT acting.  I don’t want to be part of all of this fairy…stuff.”

“I know you don’t,” said Aie, deflating.  “I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Being half and half.”

“That has nothing to do with anything.  The Ball isn’t about having a good time.  It’s a war game.  It’s spying, intrigue, plotting, jealousy, envy, bitterness and one-up-fairyship.  It’s a false front.  A LIE.  It’s about power and who is better and richer than anyone else.”


“Why do you want to be part of that?” asked Jasper, shocked at Aie’s response.

“What should I be part of instead?”


“What would you like me to do instead?  Come here and live as you do?  I don’t like humans.  They’re fun for awhile but they’re weak and they break easily.  They aren’t interesting and they don’t have any outstanding skills.  They’re thick, clumsy, boring, dull, dim, violent and heavy.  And they die all the time.  I don’t know what you see in them.”

“Diamonds will be fine.”

“Oh, good.”

“I’m sorry Aie.”

“For what?”

“For not looking at things through your eyes.”

“I know you don’t like Fairy.  Well, except for me, of course.  But there are some wonderful things there.  So much beauty and lightness.”

“You’re right.”

“I am?”

“Yes.  It is a beautiful place.  It’s just that that beauty is used to cover the evilness and pain the fairies like to inflict upon humans and each other.”

“Well, nothing is perfect, right?”

“Right,” said Jasper.  “Nothing’s perfect.”



Jasper Kingsley…SIX

“I’m not wearing THAT!” gasped Jasper, horrified at the dress her Fairy Goddess mother was holding up.

“Why not?”

“It’s ancient and it’s ugly.”

“It’s vintage and I think it’s rather pretty,” she said, fluffing up a ruffle.

“I appreciate your help but please.  I’ll dress myself. Thank you for your effort.”

“Rats,” said her Goddess mother, and a thousand rats suddenly appeared.  “No, no, my darlings, I didn’t mean to call you,” she said sweetly.  “Thank you for coming but you can go back to your colony now.   I promise to stop by later and we can play then, okay?    I’ll bring cheese.  And give my love to the others.” There were a lot of squeaks and twitching noses but the rats eventually faded away.

Jasper put down the rat she was petting and said, “They all look healthy and happy.”

“Oh, they are.”

“Well, thank you again.  I’ll call if I need anything.”

“I’m just a useless old Goddess mother,” she said, her head bowed.  “Washed up, no good for anything.”

Jasper started laughing.  “Like that will ever happen.”

The old woman suddenly looked about twenty and was dressed in a skin tight red dress with matching four inch heels. “Well, I’m off.  I have a hot date with a Fairy Godfather tonight and you’re right, of course, the dress was ugly and you need to take care of yourself.  Love you Goddess Child of mine.  I hope you’re not getting in over your head.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you will be on the arm of the King, all,” she said, “My lipstick matches my dress perfectly, doesn’t it?  How do I look?  Fabulous, right?  He’s a few years younger than I am but who’s counting.  Once you’re past a two thousand, it can’t possibly matter.”

“What does my going with him to the ball have to do with anything?”

“If you EVER  paid attention to what was going on around you, you’d know that the King is under a LOT of pressure to…marry.  You’re the only one he has eyes for and everyone knows that.  He’s been in love with you since you were children.  You just refuse to acknowledge that part of him and treat him more like a brother, or friend.

“So the Ball is a set-up?”

“Not on his part.  He wouldn’t do that to you but some of the Houses will make an effort to get him to acknowledge you.  If that happens, all kinds of bad things will happen.  You aren’t a pure blood and the elite won’t stand for their Queen to be a half breed.”

Jasper was smiling.  “Oh, goodie.  I can’t wait to go to the ball.”

“No, no, no.  Don’t look like that.”

“Don’t you have to meet someone?”

“I do and he’s great on many levels, one of them is dancing.”

“Have fun and I hope that all of your levels get satisfied.”

“Oh, they definitely will.  I’ll stop by tomorrow night and we’ll talk.  Don’t do anything until then.”

“Sure,” said Jasper.  “Wouldn’t think of it.”



Jasper Kingsley…five

“Well, my life just got a lot easier,” said Aie.  “I’m so glad you said you would go with him. He’s actually smiling, once in awhile.”


“Everyone wants something from him.  It’s hard.  He doesn’t know who to trust. He didn’t want to be King.”

“You can stop now.  I said I would go.”

“I worry about him.  He’s a idiot but…”

“…he’s still your brother. I know, I have one of my own.”

Aie nodded.  “What are you wearing?”

“Jeans and a T-shirt.”

“No.  Seriously.  What?” she laughed.

Jasper stared at her.

“You can’t mean that!  The royalty will be there.  All the important Houses will be represented, the elite of Fairy.  This is THE ball!  It’s important.  Deals are made, alliances, built.  You have to look your best,” she said, horrified at the look of determination on Jasper’s face.  “Think of my brother and what that will do to his credibility.”

“Byron won’t care what I wear?”

“Maybe not but everyone else will.”

“How is that my problem?”

“Look, you said you would go, so you have to GO, all the way.”

“Gossamer and all that?”

“And all that,” said Aie, softly.  “How’s Fluff?”

“Still asleep.”

“Good thing she’s not a skinny cat.  She won’t miss having a meal or two.”

“I can’t believe you’re going with Byron,” said Raif, popping in.  He looked at Aie and said, “Hey, gorgeous.”

She glared at him.

“What?” he asked, surprised.

“Don’t bother,” said Jasper.  “He won’t get it.”

“She’s a princess now,” snickered Raif.  “A  real p r i n c e s s. ”

“So not funny,” said Aie.”

“You two will be the most beautiful females in the hall,” he said seriously.  “Maybe the King will finally propose to you, sister of mine.”

“What?” she asked, looking at Aie.

“Don’t look at me,” she said.  “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Sure you do, remember when…?”  he said, ducking so that the shoe Aie threw at him would miss hitting its mark.

Why do you and your Byron keep throwing things at me!”

“Because you deserve to have things thrown at you.”

“If your brother asks me to marry him, I’ll flick him to another country in the human world. You know he can’t find his way out of a paper bag, so we’ll never see him again.”

“He’s not just Byron anymore, Jazz, he’s the KING.”

“Don’t care.”


“Raif If you pick her up…”

The cat rubbed against Raif’s legs.

“It’s NOT my fault,” he said, holding up his hands. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Why don’t you move back to Fairy?” asked Aie, grabbing the cat and locking her in the bedroom.


“How many times have you asked me that questiom?”

“I’m not keeping score,” said Aie, stiffly.  “When you MOVE BACK, I won’t have to ASK any longer.”


“I like living with humans.  I am half human, remember?”

“How can you stand living with them?” she asked, stamping her foot.


“I’ll leave,” said Raif, “so you can let Fluff out of the bedroom.”

“Great idea and if you talk to Byron, tell him what I said about sending him to a strange country.”

Raif smiled and was gone.

Aie opened the bedroom door, the cat streaked out, stopped, looked around for Raif, then turned her back both of them and went into the other room.


“Hey, I gotta go,” said Aie.   “You should wear something blue.”





Jasper Kingsley…Four

“Coffee, please,” said Jasper

“What kind?”


“What kind of coffee?” asked the young woman behind the counter.  “There’s the menu,” she added, pointing at the huge board behind her.

Jasper looked up and said, “Number three.”

“Okay.  Do you want a cookie?”


“What kind?” she asked, laughing, pointing again.

“Chocolate chip.”

“Good choice.  I’ll heat it up for you, they’re better that way.  Grab a table and I’ll bring your order over in a minute.”

Jasper sat down at a small table in the corner.  Someone had left a magazine behind and she started thumbing through it, then put it on the chair across from her.  Her coffee and cookie arrived and the woman sat down.

“You have beautiful eyes,” she the waitress.


“Are you into girls?”

“I’m not into anyone right now, but thanks again,” said Jasper.

“If you change your mind,” she said, slipping a card under her saucer.  “I work Monday through Friday.  I get off around eight tonight.  My personal number is on the back.”

“Have a nice evening.”

“It would be nicer, if you were in it,” she said, walking away.

“May I join you?” asked the tall, good looking, man, holding a tea pot.

“No. You may not.”

He sat down.  “I don’t usually talk to strangers,” he said, smiling.  “But I feel as if I know you.”

“This is exactly why I don’t go out,” she said, standing up.

“Where are you going?  You haven’t had your coffee and you didn’t even touch your cookie.”

Jasper grabbed the cookie, and left.  Once outside she took a deep breath.  It smelled like rain.  She took a bite of the cookie and had to admit that it was very good.

“Why did you leave so suddenly?” asked the man from the cafe, handing her a cup.  “I brought your coffee in a take out cup because you can’t have a cookie and not have coffee to wash it down.”

Jasper flicked her fingers three times and the man disappeared.


“Where did you send him?” asked Byron, appearing at her side.  “And who was that guy, anyway?”

“He was no one. Now he’s no one on a beach in another state.  And, I’ve seen you naked.”

“That was a thousand years ago. We were children swimming in Fairy.”

“Exactly,” she said.  “We grew up together, you’re like another brother.”

“Take that back,” he said, laughing.  “You know you love me.”

“I do love you, as a BROTHER.”

“How about as a king?”

“Never gonna happen,” she smiled.  “Naked, remember?  Your Majesty.”

“I don’t want to go with anyone else because they all want something from me,”  he said miserably.”  “A favor, a lover, or a husband.  It’s tiresome.  I have to go to the ball and I don’t want to deal with all of that, so please, just go with me as a favor.  We can leave early.  Promise.”

She stared at him.  Then said, “Fine. Now go away.”

He did.


“What do you mean she won’t come and speak with me?”

He shrugged.  “Said if you wanted to talk to her you know where she lives.”

“What are you eating?”

“A chocolate candy bar.”

“Put it away,” said the King, “and go back and tell her I want to see her immediately.”

“I can go, of course, if that’s what you’d me to do, but she won’t show up just because you want her to.”

“Have you been holding that wretched cat?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“I can smell her on you.”

“Fluffy Bear is a nice cat.  You don’t like her because she doesn’t like you.”

“I think you’re forgetting your place, Raif.”

“You’re right.  Sorry,” he said, standing up straight.  “My King.”

“Your sister is driving me crazy.”

“My half-sister and she drives everyone crazy, Sire.”

“Don’t call me that.  I’m no different than you are.  Not my fault I won’t the lottery.”

“My King,” he said bowing, to hide the grin on his face.

The King threw a piece of fruit at Raif.  It hit him on the shoulder and fell to the floor.

“You never did have an arm, my King, said Raif, snorting.

“Do we have to have that ridiculous ball?”

“Look, you know we have to have the ball.  It’s expected.  You and I used to sneak into them, remember?”

“We only did it because we weren’t supposed to be there.”

“That’s true.  Now we can sneak out.”

“Do you think she’ll go with me?”

“I doubt it.”

“I’ll ask her anyway,” he sighed.  “She always was stubborn.”

“Not stubborn, she just has good taste.”  An apple bounced off his knee and landed next to the banana.

“No arm at all.”


You know how, every now and then, you think you see something move, out of the corner of your eye, or reflected in a window, or some other shiny surface?  You turn around, but nothing’s there, except your cat, with her fur sticking straight up and her tail fluffed out, doing Halloween Cat and walking sideways.  Halloween Cat is a sure sign that something is amiss, don’t you agree?  I mean the only time she freaks out is when a monster, a ghost, or the mailperson is at the door.  So, you stop and take stock of the room.  You straighten a picture that wasn’t crooked before, wipe a spill off the floor that apparently appeared out of nowhere, and you turn off the television that you never turned on. But things like that happen all the time, to everyone, so nothing to worry about, right? I mean life’s like that.  Stuff just happens.

Jasper Kingsley sighed and did the thing she hated to do…she looked up.  See, most people don’t look up all that often.  Having said that, if you’re used to having your apartment invaded by things, you learn to look UP a lot.   You sort of HAVE to look up, even if you don’t want to look up at all.

It was there.  She thought it would be.  Green, five eyes, splayed fingertips, naked, bumpy, with a shock of yellow hair on top of it’s head.  It nodded at her, then waved.  Jasper sighed again and went into the kitchen.  She filled a bowl with water, brought it into the living room and put it on the floor.  The green thing dropped down and immediately picked up the bowl and drank it dry.  Then it smiled, showing a row of razor sharp teeth and said, “Thanks.  I was thirsty.”

“You’re always thirsty,” she said.  “Why are you here?”

“The King would like a word.”


“Excuse me?”

“You said Byron wanted a word.  Cactus is a word.”

“Don’t call the King Byron and that’s not the kind of word I meant.”

“I’ll call him whatever I like and you need to be more specific with regard to what you’re asking for.  Byron knows where I live.  If he wants to talk to me, tell him to drop in.”


“No,” she said.

The green thing smiled and turned into a handsome young man.

“Why do you do insist on coming here as the green thing?”

“It’s fun.”

“For you, maybe.  You look ridiculous.”

“What can I say?  I get bored being so good looking and fighting off all of my admirers.  They can’t stop throwing themselves at me.”

“In your dreams Fae boy.”

“Hey, no name calling.”

“Who said?”

“He wants to see you.”


“You can’t just say, “No,” to the king.”

“I just did.  Want me to say it again?   And DON’T touch my cat.  Last time you picked her up she slept for two days.”

“She loves me and I calm her.”

“D O N’T  T O U C H  M Y  C A T.”

The cat leapt into his arms. He smiled.

“Sometimes I hate you.”

“I know but you don’t mean it.”

“Put the cat down and tell Byron to take a flying leap.”

“To where?”  he asked, looking confused.

“Just do it,” she said, tossing him a candy bar.

“My favorite,” he said sliding the cat onto the overstuffed chair.

“Consider it a bribe to go away.”

“He won’t be happy,” he said, tearing at the wrapper.

That’ll keep me awake at night.”

“Really?” he said, his eyes wide.

She held up her right hand, flicked her fingers twice and he was gone.  She looked at the cat and said, “Traitor.”



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