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Strange day…Miles and Lexi, part 11

“You look completely human,” said Miles, staring at her.

“Yeah, well, looks can be deceiving, remember?”

“Sometimes,” he agreed.

“You look human too,” she smiled.


“Sure, except for your pointy ears and your impossible beauty, grace and…”

“So, that would be no, on me looking human.”

“Pretty much.  You’re too pretty, it’s that simple.”

“All the Fae look like me,” he said.  “You’re part Fae.”

“Right,” laughed Lexi. “Not enough Fae to look like you.”

How did you and KiKi partner up?”

“We met at The Pit.”

“The Pit?”

“You know, the place where they taught me to stab, decapitate, slice, dice, shoot, strangle and pretty much kill anything that comes at me.”


“Hey, you were trained, so why are you surprised that I was?”

“Mine was more like being constantly tortured,” he said.

“So was mine, unless you don’t think being beaten, cut, hit, slapped, bruised, tossed and broken, on a daily basis, isn’t the same thing.”

“The one difference is that your instructors were trying to teach you, not kill you.”

“That’s true, even if it didn’t always seem that way,” agreed Lexi.  “The surgeries were a bitch, but if you want to be faster and stronger than whatever’s trying to kill you, that’s the price you pay.”

“What did they do to you?”

“Not important,” she said, dismissively.  “What we need to do is get our priorities straight.  We have to figure out how to let people die, now that you’re gone.   We have to find the Watchers and figure out how to kill them and after we finish with those two things, we need to figure out what’s going on between us.”

“There’s an us?” he asked surprised.

KiKi rolled her eyes and walked away shaking her head.

“So where do the Watchers come from?  Where do they hang out?”

“They live in the Darkness on the Other Side of Midnight.”

“Wow, great book, or song title,” said Lexi.  “So what is the Darkness and how do we get there?”

“Get there?  Are you insane?”

“Insanity is relative.  Who do they work for?  Do they sleep? What do they eat?  What skills do they have, besides being fast and able to climb anything?  Other than the back of their necks, where are they vulnerable?  Are claws their only weapon? Do they bite?  If I go through heir eye, swill I hit their brain?  Does iron burn them?  Fire?  Because I have the best flamethrower EVER!  Do their appendages grow back if they are cut off?”

“I’m not sure insanity is relative,” he said.  And they work for a god named Pitch, as in Pitch Black.”

“Seriously?”  she asked, grinning.  “That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard.   Pitch?  When I kill him, I’ll tell him that if he reincarnates to pick a better name.”

“I think you are failing to see how deadly and dangerous she is?

“She?  Oh, even better.”

“Pitch wasn’t always evil.  She had a litter and another god ate them, when she wouldn’t give up her territory.  She went made with grief.  No one could help her.  She captured the god who did it.  She kept him for a quite some time, torturing him everyday.  Carving pictures of her children onto his flesh.  Covering him with hungry insects, you know, the usual thing.  Then she killed him and wiped out his entire race. ”

“She did the right thing,”  said Lexi.

“After she killed everyone, she trained her army to Watch others, so no one would ever be able to harm her children again.”

“That’s what mothers do.”

“Still want to kill her?”

“If I have too, I will.”

“Maybe insanity really is relative,” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.  “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“Where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Paris,” she said immediately.  “I want to eat at this little cafe I know.”

“Get KiKi and let’s get out of this dimension and into another one.”

“You know that Paris is the City of Love, don’t you?”

“All the more reason to go,” he whispered, putting his arm around her.   Food and love before the battle.  It’s the only way to die.”

“I told you that I might not have to killer her,” said Lexi.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.”



Strange day…Miles and Lexi…Part 8

Fluffed out to twice her size, KiKi hit the window liked a battering ram. She climbed up one side of the drapes and hung there hissing and clawing at the glass.

Lexi let go of Miles and ran to her.  “KiKi, what’s the matter?” she shouted, trying to grab the hysterical cat.

“They’re searching for me,” said Miles.  “She probably saw one of them looking through the pane.

“Who’s searching for you?” asked Lexi, prying the cat’s claws off the drape and pulling them closed.

“The Watchers.  There are Watchers who watch everything.  They keep things as they are, so no matter how hard anyone, or anything tries, they can never change what is.  They watch me to make sure that I never escape.  They watch humans to make sure they are never free or truly happy.  If I’m gone too long they come looking for me.  If humans get too happy they start a war, or a plague, anything that will make them more miserable and afraid.”

“How is that possible?” asked Lexi.

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t someone get rid of them?”

“A lot of species have tried.  Those species are now extinct.”



“There has to be a way to get rid of them,” said Lexi, angrily.

“Let me know when you come up with something.”

“Your tattoos are moving,” she said, running her hands down his arms.

“They’re gearing up for a fight.”

“As long as it’s not with me,” she smiled and kissed him lightly.  “What are you going to do about the people who are waiting to die?”

“I’m retiring.”

“Will there be a party?  A gold watch?”

“More like imprisonment and cold iron.”

“But Faeries are allergic to cold iron.  It burns them and causes horrific pain.”

“That’s why they’ll do it,” he said.  “And how do you know things like that?”

“I read.”

“It’s more than that.”

“I extrapolate from what I read.”

“Keep going.”

“If you insist,” she said, kissing the palm of his hand, then licking her way up to his shoulder.  “You taste like cotton candy,” she snickered.  “The pink kind.”

“I’ve never had cotton candy,” he whispered, putting his arm around her shoulders.  “Don’t look toward the window, just grab KiKi and hold on to me.”











Strange day…Miles and Lexi…part 6

“Can’t we just relax and have a quiet evening?” he asked, sitting down next to her.  “Why do we have to talk?”

“Because I want to know everything about you.  I want to understand your tattoos.  I want to know why you are considered to be a Dark Fae, I want to know it all.”

“All I want to do is kiss you.”

“Okay, let’s do that,” she laughed, jumping onto his lap.  “Just one or two kisses because I want some answers.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” she asked, staring at him.

“I don’t know anything about you either.”

“There’s not much to know.  I’m not interesting.”

“I disagree.”

“Let’s do the kissing and then the talking.”

“Works for me,” he said, touching her lips with his finger.  “Just two?”

“Yes, just two,” she sighed.

“How about one more?” he asked hopefully, as she pulled away from him.

“Nope.  Although we can fit more in after we talk for a bit.  How’s that?”

“How long do we have to talk before the kissing thing?”

“Want some water,” she snickered, going to the fridge.


“Okay,” she said.  “Tell me why you’re a Dark Fae?”

“I do dark things.”

“Dark is a color and has absolutely no intent, so try again.”

“Fine.  When I was young I was stolen from my mother’s arms by a band of Dark Fae.  They came out of the blackest thunder clouds, on black horses, whose hoofs never touched the ground.”

“You made that up.”

“No I didn’t,” he said indigently.  “Do you want to hear my story or not?”

“Continue,” she said, touching his arm.  “But I have to tell you, this sounds like the Wild Hunt to me.”

“It has nothing at all to do with the Wild Hunt,” he said, obviously insulted.  “Death had disappeared and they thought I would be a good replacement, since I was the first one they saw when they came through the clouds.”

“So it was a random choice.”

“Completely.  They grabbed me, hit my mother, so she would stop fighting them, and took me away.  That’s more of a problem that you may think, since pure Fae children are hard to come by.  It’s a rare event when one is born.  They searched for me for years.”

“That’s terrible,” I said, sitting up straight, staring at him.  “Then what happened?”

“I was brought to a temple-like structure, in mountains shrouded by clouds.  The Dark Fae were paid and I was left with, well, I can’t really call them teachers but I guess that’s what they were.”

“Were they nice to you?”


“What did you do there?”

“When I got old enough I killed all of them. That’s how I got to be Death but, of course, I didn’t know that at the time.  If I would have let them live, things might have turned out differently.  Apparently, killing them is part of the tradition and ritual.  Who knew?”

“How many were there?”

“It varied.  Usually around twenty-four.”

“I think you did the right thing.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“Because I know you,” she said, kissing his shoulder.  “What did they do to you?”

“They gave me these, for one thing,”  he said, showing her his tattoos.

“A form of torture?”

“Yes,” he said, rubbing his hands together.  “I’d kill all of them again, if I could.”

“I would help you,”  she whispered into his ear.  “I’m a bit of a badass myself.”

He reached for her just as KiKi decided to hack up a gigantic fur ball.





Strange Day…Miles and Lexi…part 4

“I thought you were going home,” said Lexi,  her hand on the doorknob.

“I was.”

“Come in.  There’s some ice cream left.”

“We can’t have a relationship, you know that, right?”

“Hey, you’re the one who came back,” said Lexi, watching KiKi walk under the bottom of his robe.

“You’re human and your heart is beating.”

“That’s true.”

“I’m different than that.”

“I know.”

“I should probably leave.”

“You tried that earlier.”

“Do you want to read?”

“Sure.   We can read Death in Paradise, or Death on the Orient Express, or….”

“I get it,” he said, dryly.

“You have to eat cookies because the brownies are all gone,” she said, putting the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you but I thought there were two brownies still in the box.”

“You’re welcome and yes, at some point in time, there were two brownies in the box. Unfortunately, that time has passed.”

“You ate both of them?”

“Do you have any family?” she asked, sitting down next to him.

“Of course not.”

“No aunts or uncles?”

“Of course not.”

“Can I touch your wings?”


“They’re so beautiful.”


“Has anyone ever touched your wings before?”


“That’s sad, because they are so lovely.”

“Lovely?” he asked.  “They’re just wings.”

“They’re lovely to me.”

“Fine,” he sighed.  “You can touch one.”

“If a feather falls out will you save it for me?”

“Sure, why not,” he said.

Lexi ran her hand down his wing. “Amazing,” she whispered.  “If I had wings I would fly and never land.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he laughed.   “You’d fall asleep and fall to the ground.”


“Wanna watch TV?” asked Lexi, folding her hands in her lap.

“Maybe for a few minutes,” he said, eating another cookie.

“What are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What ARE you?”

“Oh, I’m Dark Fae.”






Strange Day…Miles and Lexi…part 2

“The pizza was good,” said Miles.  “I haven’t had pizza in a very long time.”

“I told you I knew a place.”

“You did indeed.”

“I eat pizza at least once a week,” she said, running her hands through her short, spiky, blond hair.  “Can’t imagine doing anything else.  Are you here for a visit or business?  You never answered me.”

“Business,” he said.

“Where are you staying?”

“Nowhere.  I should be finished and gone by tonight.”

“Oh.  Well, that’s nice, I suppose.  Maybe you can give me a call next time you’re in town and we can get together for another pizza.”

“I’d like that,” he said.

“What do you do?”

“I’m in the, uh, disposal business.”

“Why do you have wings?”

“I was made this way.”

“You mean born that way…like it’s a birth defect, or enhancement?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re not like the other guys I know.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled.  “However, I must admit that you aren’t like the other females I know either.”

“What’s with the floating?”


“Do you have any siblings?”


“Neither do I.  I have a cat named KiKi.”

“That’s nice.”

“It is.  She’s black and very clever.  You can meet her if you like, I live right over there.”

“Maybe next time,” he said softly.


“If I finish working early I might be able to stop by and see her,” he added, after hearing the disappointment in her voice.

“I have ice cream.”

“I like ice cream,” he said quickly, surprising himself.

“Where do you buy your clothes.  A vintage shop?  A costume store?”

“This was made by a weaver I know.”

“The person does great work.”

An electric guitar riff suddenly filled the air, followed by the beginning of, BAD TO THE BONE, and Miles stopped floating.  “I have to go to work,” he said, looking at his oddly shaped cell phone.  “Perhaps I’ll see you later.  If not, I’ll contact you next time I’m in town.”

“You don’t have my number.”

“I’ll find you,” he said.

“Well have fun at work,” she said.

Laughter filled the air and he was gone.




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