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Forever Nocturne Vol. I, Iss. V
Forever Nocturne Vol. I, Iss. V
CAMPY
BY CARRIE CLEVENGER
ALSO IN THIS ISSUE:
EXTRA VIRGIN
BY ANDREW JACK
THE ASHES
BY CHERYL TRACY
MALAKH IV
BY SIOBHAN MACINTYRE
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their eyes bulging from the sockets. The sound of tend to be more on the moist side.
bestial mockery, imitation and otherwise downright “What is that?” Brandon whispered in the
fucking scary shit out there in those woods. flickering light of the Coleman kerosene lamp. It
Casey was the first to move; the rest watched was green, like color mattered in camping gear,
her carefully in order to determine whether or not and thankfully was included in the $99.95 deal
the health-risk was higher than acceptable. down at Price-Savrs for the Complete Woods-
“What in God's name—“ man Set. It'd also come with a fuzzy-flocked air
It sounded again, this time closer. The me- mattress, queen size, and it was already assumed
thodical tick of the silly little pine-cut cuckoo clock that Casey and Tom would be fucking on it be-
tapped away at their courage. The hour struck and fore sunrise.
the little carved birdie that popped out may as well “Close the windows,” Tom said, his blue
been laced with electricity, because everyone eyes uncommonly dark with huge pupils. His
jumped. nostrils flared, and a trickle of sweat eased down
The ivy trailing up the east wall reinforced the his cheek. But Tom smelled like that new men’s
sign that this place was forgotten. Paid-for and just deodorant Axe, and not a chopping ax, because
left for whatever. Casey and Tom were seeing one that would have come in handy to cut the wood
another; Sheila and Brandon were not. They had for the fire. Casey kept stroking her hair, and
math together the year before, and since Shelia and Brandon could hear the rough sound of auburn
Casey were best friends, and Tom was Brandon's curls, a sort of scritch-scritch-scritch sound, on
buddy, it all sorta worked out. top of the howls in the fucking forest, and oh
Until nightfall. shit he was just about to goddamn well lose it
“Are you sure you've built a fire before?” Ca- right there and then until Shelia scoffed and lit a
sey asked, hands on hips watching Brandon fumble cigarette. Right there in Casey's dad's cabin.
with matches and kindling in the unused fireplace. Right in front of everyone, who would have
They had to go out and cut wood for it. Tom bitched about the smell except they all envied the
picked mesquite and the room smoked up pretty damn blond bitch, with her icy blue eyes and
fast. liquid eyeliner.
The door provided a little relief, but Shelia ven- She hated her name, because she was named
tured outside for a smoke while Casey and Bran- after her grandma, and who in the hell really
don argued about trees and wood and stuff and wanted to be named after some old dead lady?
was pretty much out of it. Until the sound. “Fuck this,” she said and ducked out of Bran-
It circled around the cabin, don's grasp to walk to the open
pulling the group together in the doorway. A screen separated her
middle of the one-room house; a from the pressing black outside
noise like rushing through a field their little abode. The trees
of grass, or a bunch of birds tak- stood silent, unwilling to divulge
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any more secrets to their inhabitants. A bird cooed and Shelia smiled. Casey knew that same smile in gym,
right before she decided to tear down some unsuspecting freshman chick for trying to get out of a shower
after running laps. Seniors showered. Seniors had fucking tits to show off, and since sex was overrated and
highly preached against in their sleepy town of Chase Nook, Colorado, someone had to see those beau-
ties.
Casey'd seen them up close, once. Shelia was thinking about getting piercings there and asked her
opinion on whether gold or silver rings would look better. Then she asked her if she wanted to feel them.
Casey swallowed, remembering that feeling.
She looked back to the doorway. Shelia wasn't there.
“Hey guys, where did Shelia go—“
Her words were drowned out by Shelia's scream, somewhere behind the little house, but with the win-
dows all blank eyes to the outside, it could've been in the roof.
Casey slapped Brandon's arm. “Go outside and find her!”
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Brandon nodded once and started for the door, but Shelia burst back inside, gripping her neck.
“Fucker bit me!” Her eyes crossed for a moment before she wilted to the floor. Brandon dragged her
closer to the middle and slammed the door shut, following up with a swift locking of all three bolts.
“She's bleeding,” Casey shouted, pulling her jacket off to stanch the flow. Shelia's features were
pinched, her lips bluish.
“We have to get her to a hospital,” Casey said, pressing down on the wound while Tom picked up the
phone. He wiped his hand on his jeans to clear away the dust, his face hopeful, then sinking into unmistak-
able despair.
“It's dead,” he said, and let the phone drop to the floor.
A solid thump at the door jerked the three's attention to it. Another. And another, like bricks hurled at
the thing, and Shelia was coming around.
“She's waking up,” Tom said, squatting beside her.
“Great deduction,” Casey snapped.
“How're you feeling?” he said, his voice very light and high, which didn't sound like him at all.
“I think the bleeding's stopped,” Casey said and winced at the next heavy thump against the door. Her
breath caught as she looked out the window over the massive floor-model television.
Golden eyes glinted in the camp light. Dozens. Maybe even a hundred.
Shelia vibrated under her hands.
“Shit, she's convulsing!” Tom said, pinning her shoulders to the floor.
The three pounced on her shaking form to hold her steady. Blood pooled in the blonde's mouth.
“She's biting her tongue,” Tom snapped, “Stick something hard in it.” His eyes cut to Brandon.
“The fuck are all those out there?” Brandon asked, almost dazed. His wonderment was cut short by
Shelia chomping into the meatiest part of his forearm.
It was like a slow-motion scene: Shelia with hilted teeth, Brandon screaming, Casey falling backwards
and Tom? Well, Tom clocked the bitch, but it did little good. Her clothes tore all over, her breasts swelling
and receding beneath her already skimpy tank top, her arm going furred and that same golden gleam in her
eyes.
“Fuck! She's a were—“ Brandon's words were cut off as three-inch claws tore the right side of his face
off. The blood-soaked tank was nothing but a rag as her back arched, bones snapped and rows of wickedly
sharp fangs filled the elongated snout her once-pretty face melted into.
Brandon fell on his back, gurgling on blood as Shelia turned her attention to Casey, screaming.
“Little bitch,” the Shelia-thing snarled, charged the girl and swallowed her face. Casey's skull collapsed
under the crushing torque of those jaws, and the beast that was once Shelia licked her chops, slicing her
own tongue on those crimson-stained points and looked straight at Tom.
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March 2010 “I want you,” she growled and Tom backed up to
the door, his fingers seeking behind his back. He
turned the knob and in one smooth motion, opened
the door to flee into the night.
~*~
Snow came and went, and eventually, the realtor's
sign at the road was uprooted and tossed into a truck
with shovels and pails. The yellow tape was long
gone. The ivy was pulled from its precarious cling to
the cabin walls, and birds sang in those parts again.
“This cabin was sold at an outstanding discount,”
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Sarah Alatas spent most of her day trying to avoid committing a public indecency. It’d been hard; her
costume had been designed for a woman without Sarah’s hips and it seemed like every time she turned
around the shorts were making a determined effort to disappear up her ass.
“Tough gig, huh?” A young man, caramel coloured skin behind his beard, raised his eyebrows at her
from behind his set up. He had a sketchpad in front of him, pencil poised just above the page.
“You have no idea.” Sarah walked over to the edge of the young man’s table and looked at his sketch.
“Two fingers,” she said.
“What?”
“Two fingers. I always use two fingers to dig the shorts out of my crack, you’ve only drawn one. Other‐
wise pretty good though.”
“Um…” The young man was staring. “Thanks.” He was silent for a moment. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
“Well, the whole drawing you nearly naked thing I guess.” Even as he apologised he added an extra
line to the drawing without looking at it. Behind him was a full sized cartoon drawing of him sitting at his
desk, drawing a cartoon. The title ‘Wiley Comics’ blazed underneath the drawing, along with a web ad‐
dress.
“Wiley?” She said, still looking at the drawing of her. He’d gotten the suggestion of her curves exactly
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right, the extra line had somehow taken the drawing from nude chick into the realm of classy nude.
Sarah looked up at the artist intending to fix him with a smile only to see the top of his head as he bent
over the sketchpad.
“Dean Wiley. Owner, artist, writer, marketer and web designer of Wiley Comics. Pleased to meet
you.” Dean looked up, his eyes stopping only for a half second as they passed Sarah’s breasts. She’d
never considered herself stacked, but the halter top that was a part of the Zula Cola promotional uni‐
form more than made up for it by being two sizes too small. He pushed his glasses back onto his nose
with one hand and reached out a handshake with the other.
“Sarah,” she said, returning the handshake. His handshake was firm, but she felt the tension in his
tendons as he shook. Too much drawing, she guessed. That, or a chronic masturbation problem. She felt
the tiny twitch in her chest as the coil inside her responded to his condition.
“Are you okay?” Sarah quickly plastered the smile back onto her face.
“I’m good.” She smiled wider. “How much?”
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“For what?” He looked down at the sketch.”Oh. If you can stand to wait until it’s inked you can have
it for free.”
“C’mon Dean, you came here to make a buck right?” Sarah looked around her. The convention hall
was almost empty of comic lovers. There was a small queue by one table where a skinny man sketched
madly while his bald offside kept the con goers occupied. As she watched, the bald man gesticulated
wildly and the word ‘delicious’ floated out of the conversation to her ears. The bald man handed a plate
to the large man in front of their table. Sarah could see a plastic fork sticking straight up. The big man
took the plate in one hand and the sketch and walked away.
“Yeah, that’ll happen. You’re the first person to stop all day.”
“Too much competition?” She jutted her chin towards the queue. The bald man handed out another
plate with a fork sticking out of it along with a poster. The girl he’d given them kissed the bald man on the
cheek and handed him a green note.
“Nah, those guys are in a league of their own. I’m too new for most people to know about.” Dean
placed the pencil carefully beside the paper and picked up a pen.
“And they’re giving away waffles,” said Sarah. She could smell the chocolate ice cream they’d put on
the hot waffles as it melted on the plates.
“I wish I’d thought of that.” Dean began carefully adding the ink into the picture, choosing the best
line through the sketch. She watched her image take on even more life.
“You’ve got to let me give you something for that,” she said. It was glorious. She didn’t have any pho‐
tographs of herself, it would be the closest thing she had. Sarah always kept an emergency twenty in one
of her shoes. With one hand she reached down and flicked it out, offering it to Chris. “Please?” “I can’t
do it,” he said. “You’re all the human contact I’ve had all day.” He waved a hand at the empty tables next
to him. “The others gave up yesterday.” Two seats down, an exceptionally hairy man sat hunched over a
comic book. He looked up at Dean and grunted. “Victor doesn’t count.”
Victor grunted again and turned a page. Sarah decided that Victor had been the faintly unpleasant un‐
dertone smell that had been irritating her all weekend.
“Let me buy you lunch at least?” She said. She gave a little half smile, putting all the warmth she had
left into it. Her grandmother had always said it was the warmth that got them, and if you knew the right
tricks, you didn’t need anything else.
Dean smiled back. “Sure.” He added another two lines to Sarah’s picture, slowly tracing over the line
of her calf muscle. “Vic, watch my stuff okay?”
“Hmph,” said Victor.
“That means yes. I think,” said Dean. He gently placed the unfinished cartoon Sarah under his desk.
There was a food court at the convention, serving all kinds of nutritionally bankrupt food. Sarah
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March 2010 picked up a bowl of Indonesian food that at least had recognisable vegetables in it. Dean followed suit
and picked up a bowl of curry straight after her. The two meals cost her eighteen of her twenty dollars.
She placed the remaining two one‐dollar notes on Dean’s plate as they found a table.
“Got to give you something. I asked for it so I have to pay you something,” she said. “It’s important to
me.”
“Um…okay,” said Dean, taking a mouth full of curry. “Gnnh.” Sarah put a hand of her mouth and
laughed as Dean’s turned red. Two tears tracked down his face.
“Hah! That’s what you get for trying to impress a girl in a food court,” said Sarah. Dean opened his
mouth speak but nothing came out. He snatched up the two dollars from his food tray and sprinted back
to the Indonesian food stall pointing frantically at the drinks dispenser. The elderly man behind the
counter laughed so hard he spilled half of Dean’s Coke onto the bench as Dean was practically dancing
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by time he threw the drink back down his throat.
Ten minutes and two complementary bottles of water later, Dean got his voice back. Sarah finished
his plate of food as he asked her what he’d just tried to eat.
“Chilli, mostly.”
“How can you eat something that hot?” Dean took another swig of water and wiped his eyes.
“My grandma used to make it for me.” Sarah missed her grandmother’s cooking; no one made spicy
food quite like Grandma Atalas. Sarah felt herself lick her lips at the memory.
“Did your grandmother hate you?”
“Sometimes,” said Sarah. She smiled at Dean again. The coil in her chest twitched as she met his eyes.
It was going to have to be soon. She should never have left it so long, but it was getting hard finding the
right people.
“I’d better get back and finish the inking, since you paid me.” Dean’s eyes were blue and clear and
stayed on hers despite the ridiculous outfit she’d stuffed herself into.
She followed him back towards the show floor, walking by a supply closet. The coil in her chest
twitched again, hard this time.
“C’mere a second,” she said to Dean.
“We should get back. Vic’s not really good at watching the table,” said Dean. Sarah gripped the front
of Dean’s shirt and pulled on the door handle. The tinny little lock in the handle snapped under the strain.
The coil strained and vibrated with the effort.
“Wow,” said Dean as she yanked him into the room with her. Sarah kissed him hard, drawing him for‐
ward. Dean was still trying to talk as she pulled him tight against her. Slowly he began to kiss her back.
Images rolled lazily across her mind as Dean’s energy flowed into her. A blank page fluttered across her
mind, then a drawing of an old man in a bed, a smile on his face. More pages flipped across her mind as
the coil sucked Dean’s future into itself.
A page with several small children hanging onto Dean, older, heavier but still with the fussy little
beard lingered for a moment. The coil roared in Sarah’s mind, demanding more. She felt better than she
had in months. Dean’s lips burning against hers, his hand running up and down her back. She wondered if
he could feel his future slipping away. He unlocked his lips and began kissing her neck, his life still flowed
against her. She saw him sitting at a desk, a huge crowd flocking around him all holding money out. A
stack of books with his name on it danced in front her eyes.
Dean broke away for, staring at Sarah. His life still flowed through her hands. She couldn’t see any‐
thing but the drawings of his life as they flittered through her mind.
“Sarah, I‐“ The last drawing she saw was her, still not inked properly. Half sketch and half real.
Dean fell to the floor. Sarah felt a rush of joy, so pure it flowed through her nerve endings like electric‐
ity. She felt strong again. Powerful.
Guilty.
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She looked down at Dean, saw his pulse beating weakly at his throat, his heart tying to pump blood
around a body that didn’t have a future. She knew what happened next, knew she’d have to leave town
for awhile, move onto another convention somewhere. Maybe she could go to a nunnery; surely there’d
be food there?
The memories of Dean’s life lingered. She remembered her picture, still burning with the life Dean’s
hands had imbued in it.
“Damn it.” Sarah burst out of the closet. Sprinting down the hallway to the convention floor, she
brushed her hands past two men as she ran between them. The coil didn’t so much as murmur. “Fuck,”
she muttered as she ran on.
Sarah burst into the main room. The after‐lunch crowd had shown up. Men and women, but mostly
men, in too tight superhero outfits. Little, bespectacled kids. Sarah steered herself away from the kids,
grandma would have killed her if she’d gone there.
She deliberately ran into the only likely looking suspect who’d painted himself green, his ponderous
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stomach hanging over a pair of purple shorts. She collided with the green body paint, pulling back at the
last minute to keep from knocking him over. As he cursed and blundered backwards, the coil stayed still.
Somehow, he wasn’t edible either.
She spotted Victor from fifty feet away.
Victor looked up from his book to see Sarah bearing down on him, running full clip on bad high heels
as the green painted man yelled after her to watch where she was going.
“Victor,” she panted at him.
“Mmm?” said Victor. Sarah reached out a hand and gripped his wrist. Still glutted on Dean’s life, the
coil gave a tiny, lazy twitch, but it was something.
“Dean, he needs you.” She tried to haul him up.
“Already watching his stuff,” said Victor. He smelled a lot worse up close, his wrist was greasy under
her fingers. Sarah gripped harder, letting the coil add its strength to hers. She felt the bones in Victor’s
wrist rub against each other.
“Listen you greasy fuck, your friend needs you and you’re going to come and help or I’m going to tell
everyone here at the top of my lungs that you’ve never touched a girl who wasn’t made of fucking plas‐
tic.”
“Mmph,” said Victor. “They know.” He got up anyway and Sarah dragged through the crowds of peo‐
ple. She was definitely going to have to leave town. Maybe even change her name again. The image of
Dean’s drawing still burned in her mind. She silently prayed that no one had found Dean yet, otherwise
there would be nothing anyone could do for him.
She yanked open the door to the closet, seeing Dean still lying amongst the brooms. His heart had
slowed down even more, just the faintest of beats visible in his neck.
“Shit,” said Victor. He stood and stared at Dean’s body. “What should we do?” He turned to Sarah as
she drove the tips of her fingers into his abdomen. This wasn’t one of her grandma’s tricks. She remem‐
bered the rasp of her great great grandmother’s voice as it told her in the old tongue to dig into his stom‐
ach. She let her fingers grow long, letting the coil’s energy drive them through Victor’s shirt, through the
layer of fat over his stomach. Victor opened his mouth to scream as Sarah lunged forward and sank her
teeth into his throat, crushing his windpipe beneath it.
A tiny wheeze came out of Victor’s mouth as he thrashed against her.
Grandma never did it this way. She’d always said to take softly, leave them with a good memory and a
pulse. You get more time that way.
There were other ways though, and Sarah pressed her fingers in deeper. Feeling the squich of his in‐
testine under the pads of her fingers. Victor slammed a meaty fist into the side of her head, but Sarah
pressed her head into the blow, taking it on the top of her head. She spoke to the coil, telling it to drink. It
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March 2010 took a moment, still full of Dean’s life, for its response. She screamed at it in her head, telling it to take
everything. Victor spasmed twice, jerking back and forward and then collapsed around her hands. She
drew onward, watching his skin strip away and disappear into the hole in his gut. His muscles followed,
and his hair and eyes; each one flowed into the hole, and then out into her fingers.
She let go of his throat. Victor had nothing left with which to scream. It hadn’t been more than a min‐
ute when she was left with her fingers still in his intestines as the coil broke down Victor’s bones and
sucked them in under her claws. Her arms rippled and bulged as she absorbed him. She didn’t see any
images; instead she felt Victor’s life flow into her. All at once, she felt the surge of so much power in her
that she could see the glow of her eyes against the back wall. She blinked and looked down. Right at the
end, as the intestines themselves disappeared into her, she felt one long note of sadness drawn across
her mind, and then it was gone. There was a small pile of clothes on the floor, a pair of jeans, a worn t‐
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shirt, sneakers.
The coil was bursting with life.
Sarah leant down to Dean and she saw his face was pale and drawn in the light of her eyes. She placed
her lips on his forehead. The coil rebelled, but Sarah was merciless, bearing her will down on it until it
gave up Dean’s drawings. His future flowed back into him, she saw the old Dean on his deathbed flow in
reverse through her mind. It took far longer to give them back than it did to take them, and here and
there, she gave him a note of Victor, she couldn’t help it.
The final drawing of her flowed into her mind. She opened her eyes and saw that the dimness in the
closet had returned. Dean’s heartbeat was firm and flowing again, beating his future around his still form.
Sarah planted a kiss on his lips.
“I’m sorry,” she said. Sarah left Dean in the closet. She figured she had about half an hour before he
woke up or someone found him. She wondered if anyone would look for Victor. It took her fifteen min‐
utes to get clear of the convention centre and into a taxi. One of her heels had broken.
She sat down into the back of a yellow cab with a sigh. Maybe she’d move to Washington for a spell,
she’d heard they did a good comic convention there. There was always that risk she’d see Dean there of
course. She’d have to check his website and see if he was going to go.
“Rough gig?” Sarah opened her eyes and saw the taxi driver had turned around in his seat. He winked
at her through wire‐rimmed glasses.
“You have no idea.” Sarah gave the address of the motel to the driver, and as they pulled out into traf‐
fic, she leaned her head back in her seat and tried to remember the name of Dean’s website. Sarah
smiled. She’d find him.
~*~
© 2009 Andrew Jack
Andrew Jack lives in Christchurch, New Zealand, where he’s working on his first full length fiction novel
The Downside of Being Dead. His progress can be followed on his blog.
*Background image © 2005 Gabor Palla
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Poet’s Corner
Stop Aging Reality…
A long, hard life
Steeped in pain and excitement
Life’s erosion
Shows its effect
Tiny splinters with angry heads quiet be- The core is the same
My love unchanged
fore the spark
Pleading falls on ears filled with lies My shell reflects my experience
You swing your gavel, striking rotted wood My heart exudes my desire
Your kingdom splits as maggots mature to Judge me not by my presentation
flies Judge my actions and my soul
Take no pity
Running ahead blinded by justice proved Sympathy, I do not require
false
A dagger plunged straight into a true back Remember who I am inside
Not my worn appearance
You snatch your hatchet to bury in molded
ground © 2009 T. Hoffman
Your reality crumbles as green spores attack
© 2009 H. C. Zuerner
Photo © 2008 NL Gervasio
Poet’s Corner
The Road Less Traveled
It’s the place we don’t talk about
as we go on
acting as if nothing has happened
a road of mistakes we don’t want to learn
from
we guard it with caution signs
Do Not Enter
Dance around
© 2010 E.M. Halvorson
calling out the names
of the people afraid to live
afraid to take a chance
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Alice in Wonderland
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PG for fantasy action/violence involving scary images and situations
and for a smoking caterpillar.
Running Time: 1 Hour 48 Minutes
Walt Disney Pictures tapped director Tim Burton for this re-imagining of the 3D fantasy
adventure Alice in Wonderland. This time around, it's a magical and imaginative twist on
one of the most beloved stories of all time. Johnny Depp stars as the Mad Hatter and
Mia Wasikowska stars as 19-year-old Alice who returns to the world she first encoun-
tered as a young girl. Of course, along the way she's reunited with her childhood
friends—the White Rabbit, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, the Dormouse, Caterpillar,
The Cheshire Cat, and of course, the Mad Hatter.
With the duo of Burton and Depp together once again, it's obvious this will be one color-
ful ride into Wonderland.
This is not the Alice in Wonderland you grew up with as a kid. It's 13 years later and this Movie poster © 2010 Disney
time around Alice embarks on a journey to find her true destiny and end the Red Queen's
reign of terror in Wonderland. Along the way, she tries to connect fantasy, dream and even reality as she interacts with a number of interesting
characters. Linda Woolverton wrote the screenplay for this updated twist on the old story. She does a wonderful job of recapturing and recasting
the wonder of Lewis Carroll's 1865 book Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass.
I went into the movie with an open mind. I like the duo of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp. But I must also admit, sometimes Burton's flicks are too
predictable. It's not quite like the old saying of - if you've seen one Burton movie you've seen them all - but it is close. The techniques are the same
and the twists and turns are as similar as your daily drive to and from work.
However, when all is said and done, I have to admit I really enjoyed Alice in Wonderland.
This is not the same old same old when it comes to the eclectic style of Burton and Depp. If anything, Burton has tapped into an incredible balance
of brilliant colors and drab grays. As for Johnny Depp, he seemed somewhat invigorated in his portrayal of the Mad Hatter. He makes the character
his own, while at the same time enables it to jump off the screen with creativity, fun, adventure and life. As for others involved in Alice in Wonder-
land, it truly is an all-star cast. Anne Hathaway, Helena Bonham Carter and Crispin Glover all add a sense of zest and excitement, truly making this
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an adventure to remember.
An Attention to Detail
I love Tim Burton's attention to detail in all he does. Not only do the scenes come to life, but he leaves no dangling thoughts along the way either...
Even that somewhat odd and out of place phrase is connected by the end of the movie. When it comes to special effects and computer generated
graphics, I believe Tim Burton does it better than James Cameron. The effects in Avatar seem flat compared to the 3D feel of Alice in Wonder-
land, even on a normal screen.
The story and plot lines of Alice in Wonderland could have been very complicated. Not only does it include the new twist to an old story, but it also
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connects the old story with the new. This is where Burton's attention to detail really shines. Everything weaves together quite well. Alice in Wonder-
land reveals the storytelling brilliance of not only Burton as a director, but also of Johnny Depp as a character.
With a PG rating, we have to say Alice in Wonderland is not family-friendly. As a matter of fact, when I screened the movie, parents were taking
some of their younger children out of the theater. Perhaps the filmmakers should have taken a cue from inside their own movie. Alice is suffering
from nightmares as a result of her first trip to Wonderland when she was just 7 years old. The movie starts with her screaming as she awakes from
her nightmare. Then, even when she's older, she's still having bad flashbacks about her first trip to Wonderland. This is a very accurate depiction of
how the mind of a young child works.
Psychologically, children usually do not start distinguishing between fantasy and reality until about the age of 11 or 12. As a result, a PG-13 rating
would have been better for Alice in Wonderland. While this is in no way is a totally over-the-top violent movie, the content is still too much for the
really young. So, if you plan to take your kids to this movie, keep in mind that a more appropriate rating would have been PG-13.
Overall, I really enjoyed Alice in Wonderland and believe it even tops the Burton/Depp combination in the 2005 hit Charlie and the Chocolate Fac-
tory. I have to admit I would see this movie for a second time and might actually visit a 3D IMAX theater to do just that.
Dr. Rus
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Photo © Ben C
healthy, the weeping willow tree full and beautiful, the lawn
Sherri Collins stared down route 202, her large eyes nar- lush and greener than any of the others on the road. The
marigolds, morning glories, and bachelor buttons were bril-
rowed to slits of chocolate and a deep furrow between her fine
brows. Gary was supposed to have been here an hour ago. He liant and growing thickly. The land held some rises and falls,
was late – as usual. but that only added to its attractiveness. So…why did the
“Damn it,” she hissed and turned to look at the little place give her such a severe case of the heebie-jeebies?
house as if it might agree with her.
Gary knew she had to be to work at 9 and that it would COME HAVE SOME COFFEE, SHERRI.
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take them two hours to unload the truck his father had let
them borrow. It was six-thirty and the only way she’d get to Coffee? She closed her eyes and rubbed her left temple
work on time now was if she suddenly developed the ability to idly.
teleport herself back to Portland.
She’d arrived at 5:30 just like she’d promised and didn’t THE COFFEE IS GOOD IN HERE, SHERRI. BEST
appreciate having had to get up at four in order to do it just so YOU EVER HAD. I PROMISE.
he could be late. Hell, she hadn’t even had a coffee yet and –
The house keys dropped out of her hand and clattered
THERE’S WATER IN THE HOUSE. on the little cement walkway. Her eyes snapped open and
suddenly she wanted nothing more to do with this place. She
Her brow unfurrowed. That’s right. They’d had the water wanted Gary to get here fast and then she’d tell him that they
turned on, hadn’t they? And gas had been delivered and that couldn’t buy it after all. She’d changed her mind. Something
ugly harvest gold stove that looked like it belonged in a restau- was definitely wrong with it. Let someone else have the
rant rather than in the kitchen of the little house Gary was buy- damned thing. Let someone else drink its coffee.
ing. There was a jar of coffee in the cupboard over the sink
because they’d bought groceries yesterday since they planned BUT YOU WANT THE COFFEE, SHERRI. YOU
on spending the weekend getting settled into the place. NEED IT. YOU’RE JUST OVERREACTING BECAUSE
Sherri started toward the house after shooting another YOU’RE TIRED. THAT’S ALL. COME IN FOR SOME
chocolate dagger down Arundel’s route 202. It was a nice COFFEE. YOU’LL FEEL BETTER.
house; only three years old and Gary would never have another
opportunity like this to buy a house that sat on a two acres of Was she nuts or what? She snatched up the fallen keys
land at the ridiculously low price that this place was being of- and unlocked the door. What on earth was she thinking?
fered at: thirty-six thousand and five hundred dollars. There’d never e another chance to get a house like this. This
When she’d heard the price she’d not only balked, she’d place was perfect for them. They had saved enough money
demanded to know what was wrong with it. The real estate to fix it up and, after a year or so, they’d sell it for four or
agent, Mr. Bodkins, had assured her that the house was struc- five times as much as they’d paid for it. Then they’d use that
turally sound, legally wired and plumbed, and then had reluc- money to get another house and flip that one too. They’d
tantly explained that the reason the price was so low on the keep on doing that until they had the money to buy the
little two bedroom place was because it had been built over house of their dreams, and they’d make a boatload of money
what had once been a large garbage dump. Of course, the first doing it. That was their dream, wasn’t it? And no case of the
thing she’d thought then was that the house was sitting on a creeps was going to steal that away from them.
thousand barrels of toxic waste. Bodkins had laughed and as- Inside the kitchen the smell of fresh paint made her
sured her that was not the case; it would never have made it crinkle her nose in distaste. She set her pocketbook on the
through the stringent building codes and inspections if that counter by the stainless steel sink and thought she’d open a
were true. few windows to air the place out. First, she’d put some water
She paused and studied the place. It didn’t look like a pig on to boil. After filling the tea kettle with water she set it on
and there was no dock close by. So why did she feel like the one of the burners and turned the flame on beneath it, then
place was a distant relative of the Amityville Horror? stepped back, frowning at the stove.
There wasn’t anything visibly wrong with the place: the It really was hideous. It was too big and too old and
roof and white siding were new, the windows and doors sound. took up too much room in the kitchen. She didn’t like gas
Nothing outside or inside looked wrong, and Bodkins was either; it made her nervous. She’d rather have one of those
right; it had passed every inspection thrown at it by the Town electric stoves without burners that still somehow managed
and Banks involved in its sale. The land around the house was to cooked things. She’d seen one like that at Sears at the
gorgeous. The oak trees spread over the yard were tall and Maine Mall, and after the salesman had shown her all its fea-
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tures, she’d decided she’d get one of those to replace this old DIDN’T I?
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cup was empty and an oddly pungent sense of utter loss filled ning and rising and then it wasn’t just a pool of coffee any-
her. The coffee was gone and she suddenly felt as if she’d been more. It was a hand. A dark, liquid hand that turned its line-
deprived of the right to breath. The coffee was gone and it less palm away from her and then began curling its fingers
shouldn’t be. Couldn’t be. She had to have more. A million beckoning her forward.
cups more. She— “No,” she rasped, barely able to breath, she was laugh-
Sherri leaped to her feet and quickly made herself another ing so hard.
cup of the stuff. With her first sip she felt great relief and then And the hand gracefully motioned for her to come to it.
frowned, wondering when she’d sat down at the table. She
didn’t remember having done it… Suddenly she wanted to COME ON, SHERRI. IT’S NOT SO BAD. IT’LL BE
leave the house. She wanted to get the hell out of here and FUN. WOULD I LIE TO YOU?
make herself puke until all the coffee gurgled up out of her. It
was bad coffee. It did bad things and now it was inside her. Her body started to crawl forward and she wanted to
The house had tricked her! scream, but all she could do was laugh. Her mind and body
had become separate entities and neither was listening to the
DRINK THE COFFEE, SHERRI. IT’S GOOD STUFF, other because of the coffee she’d drank. No. Not the coffee,
NOT BAD. DRINK IT. she realized, still trying to get her body to stop moving for-
ward. It had been the water that the coffee had been made
Sherri lifted the cup and downed the contents in one long with. The water that came from somewhere under the house,
gulp. in the land that had once been a garbage dump.
She was just inches from the glistening hand now and it
HAVE SOME MORE. turned, bent at its liquid wrist, and picked up the car keys
she’d dropped. Metal jingled against metal. The fingers
She made another cup and left the sugar out this time but curled into a fist then popped open and the keys were gone.
it didn’t matter. It still tasted wonderful. Calming. Then she Poof! And what dropped to the floor from the coffee hand
noticed the ashes and blinked stupidly at them because she was a little pile of white ashes.
should have noticed them before but hadn’t. Sherri was hiccoughing now. If she didn’t stop laughing
A trail of white ashes led from the stove, over to the sink, soon, she’d die because she wasn’t getting any air. She wasn’t
and back to the stove. There weren’t any footprints. No little getting –
mousy footprints. She started to giggle then laugh and stag- The hand exploded and tiny drops of coffee splattered
gered back to lean against the counter to keep from falling. her face and long hair, then the pool was back, dark and glis-
tening like some black crystal. The fluid rolled and tossed
YOU SEE? I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOOD STUFF, tiny waves back and forth across itself. Two tentacles rose,
swirled around each other then tipped onto their side and
bounced gently. Lips, Sherri realized. They looked like lips.
More fluid rose up behind the black lips, stretching up
and up until egg shaped overall filled the space behind the
lips. The oval bulged and bubbled. Four holes popped into it.
A smooth, rippling nose pushed out from the oval. Above
that, eyes began taking shape. Then cheeks and a chin and it
was Gary’s face. He smiled at her with eyes that had slits of
nothing where the pupils should have been. He smiled and
for a moment the fear left her; she was still laughing but now
it was real laughter. Everything was going to be all right now.
Gary was here. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
The smile faded from Gary’s face. The black lips opened
wider and wider until she could see the black tongue and the
black teeth. The sound that filled her mind was not an audi-
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ble one yet it made her ear drums rattle and her teeth grind It didn’t get to eat as often as it wanted to, but the meals
together. He was screaming. Silently screaming her name over were better now and each time it learned something more
and over. The face twisted into a mask of agonizing pain, rip- before it ashed them. It took things out of their heads the
pled, then exploded in a rain of black coffee that felt like hail as way he’d taken the man’s face out of Sherri’s. Yes. It liked
it pelted her face and neck. this and it had fun. It just wished men came to the house
Sherri wasn’t laughing anymore. She was squealing… more often.
keening…shrieking because the black drops were moving on The exhaust fan shut off. The ceiling fan slowed to a
her skin. The stuff ran down her face, into her eyes, nose, and stop. The kitchen was now clear of the black smoke that had
mouth. Drops trickled down her neck and arms, burning angry filled it while Sherri had been ashed. The sound of a truck
red welts into her flesh. Tendrils of smoke rose from her jeans rumbling up the driveway came. It turned on the fire under
and t-shirt where the fiery fluid burned through the cloth, leav- the thing Sherri had called a teakettle, then withdrew a little
ing perfectly round holes behind. The molten black fluid found from the house. Maybe Gary would like a cup of coffee too;
her flesh and seared into it as if a thousand cigarettes pressed it chuckled, and the trees, grass and flowers danced with its
on her skin all at once. laughter.
She staggered to her feet, pounding and swiping at the Gary jumped out of the truck and sauntered up the little
many pinpricks of fire, trying to put them out, to stop them walkway smiling. The house was beautiful and the lawn
burning. But they were everywhere now, all over her body. In seemed even greener than it had yesterday. He stepped into
her hair and eyes, racing up and down her throat, burning her the kitchen.
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from the inside out even as she burned from the outside “Sorry I’m late, babe,” he said but saw the kitchen was
in. She swiped at it, trying to pull off her t-shirt, whirling, spin- empty.
ning in the middle of the kitchen floor, jumping up and down, He guessed that Sherri must be upstairs doing some-
beating her body as little flames ate at it, spreading around to thing. The teakettle whistled; he shut it off, then decided he’d
encompass her entirely. Her whole body was one five foot two make a cup of coffee before he went up to face her. She
inch blue flame now, and the last thing she saw before her eyes really hated that he was always late. He couldn’t help it.
exploded and collapsed into her charred face was the growing Things just…distracted him easily; he’d lose track of time
pile of white ashes at her feet. and they’d have a little argument and then they’d make up.
The windows on the left side of the kitchen snapped open. Making love for the first time in the new house wouldn’t be a
The ceiling fan began to whirl, faster and faster until the ashes bad thing. He grinned.
rose up and up, caught in a white tornado, spinning wildly. The He spotted a cup on the floor and picked it up. A drop
exhaust fan over the stove turned on. The ashes slowly seeped of coffee fell onto his fingers and he instantly had a head-
through it, out into the open air where a fresh breeze caught ache.
and carried them across the yard and spread them over the
land. For a moment the sound of a soft, whispering sigh HAVE SOME COFFEE, GARY. IN A MINUTE, IT
rushed across the curving land, through the leaves, grass, flow- WON’T MATTER IF SHERRI’S MAD AT YOU. YOU’LL
ers and over to the house. Its friend, the house. LIKE THE COFFEE. YOU’LL LIKE IT A LOT. I
It had been angry when the men had closed the dump and PROMISE.
had come in with the dozers to turn the soil. It had liked the
things that that the men had brought it to eat. It had liked the Yeah, Gary nodded, headache forgotten. He’d like a cup
flames and rats and birds and other small animals that some- of coffee. That would be just fine.
times got near enough to become a meal. But the men had
closed the dump, stopped feeding it, and then other men had © 2010 Cheryl Tracy
come and built the house. It had been angry at first, so angry
that it had taken two of the construction workers. That was
when it had discovered that it could think and that it liked the
taste of the men.
It learned there were going to be long tubes called pipes
put into the house, pipes that would reach well down into its
belly so that the men things could drink the land’s water. It
was water, though it didn’t think it had always been water. It
thought that at one time it might have been some of the stuff
in those large green barrels that two men had buried in the
In order to love you
dump one night while no one else had been around. One of
those men had accidentally dunked his finger into the silvery
I must be able to watch
fluid contained in one of the barrels. It remembered that the
man had yanked his hand back missing that finger. It didn’t
As you whither away
really remember what had happened next and it didn’t care.
The finger had been good. It had done something to the
Leaving this now-beating
silvery stuff, which in turn had done something to the water
that the next group of men had tapped into. Then that young
heart
man had broken into the house and had fallen asleep after
drinking some of it. It had learned more inside the young man,
Alone
and that meal had been very good.
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dead. Dead. The next person in line as far as im-
Malakh IV portance to you is the man that came between
you.”
Again I looked away, this time in shame.
SIOBHAN MACINTYRE “He was dating her first,” I admitted reluctantly.
“She was certain he was The One, so she wanted
me to meet him.”
“I used to be able to run for miles without getting
And oh, how excited Zanna had been to
tired or winded.” My voice, pitched low, was
have two of her favorite people meet and be-
barely audible over the crackle of the driftwood
come friends. Had she noticed the instant elec-
fire, but I knew without looking that he’d heard
tricity between us, the force like two magnets
with no trouble. I couldn’t look at him as I talked;
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“So Zanna had every reason not to speak to He finally turned to look at me, offering a trou-
you all these years.” bled smile. “We should get going. I had planned
“Yes. I justified it because I thought Zanna was on going to Zanna’s yesterday, but apparently I
plain, and since I was more attractive I deserved a have been driving you too hard. You needed the
man like Ian Reid. She could go find someone else sleep.”
who fit her looks. I thought that and a lot more.” “Is something wrong, Russ?”
Tears crept down my cheeks, but neither of us He shrugged. “I’ve been hunting him for so
mentioned them. I had harbored this guilt in deep long, I can’t believe I’m so close.”
in my heart for six years—the three years I’d spent I sat up and stretched. Midway through a
with Ian, and the three years since I’d left him for jaw-cracking yawn, I realized what he’d said. “I
Raum. And now Zanna was dead; I would never thought you didn’t know who was hunting
have the chance to tell her how wrong I’d been, him?”
how sorry I was for what I’d done. “Poor choice of words,” he replied, frown-
A sob escaped my clamped lips. I plastered a ing. He turned, scattering sand across my jeans.
hand over my mouth, but nothing would hold “All angels have responsibilities. Some are sent
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back my grief. Too late, too late—I’d come to re- to watch over the humans. Others watch over
pentance too late to make any difference, and I the other angels. Yet others are fallen angel
would have to live with that for the rest of my life, hunters—not a pleasant job.”
however long that might be with a rogue angel “A fallen angel hunter is who was after
hunting me. Raum? He’s fallen angel?”
His arm slid around me, and he pulled me Russ made an impatient sound. “He’s mur-
against him. His hand pressed my cheek to his dering people, Suzanne. Of course he’s fallen,
chest; my tears flowed over it in an unrelenting but not in the terms you’re thinking of. He’s not
stream. He offered no trite words of comfort, and I one of the original rebellion. I’ve been a watcher,
was glad for it. Zanna was dead because of me, over both humans and angels. Now I’m called to
and she had died with her heart broken by my be a hunter because the last one…well, obvi-
actions. I deserved no comfort. ously he failed. But Raum’s just—” His hand,
A long while later I sat hiccupping into Russ’s resting on his thigh, clenched into a tight fist.
silent chest, my tears dried by the heat from the “—always one step ahead of me.”
fire. His hand still cradled my face, and with fur- My stomach growled, ending his introspec-
tive guilt I took comfort from its warm pressure. tion. He rummaged in the grocery bag beside
“Sleep, Suzanne,” he murmured, and with re- him and handed me the jar of cashews. I
lief I let consciousness swirl away and sank grate- screwed off the top and dove in. His odd, dis-
fully into oblivion. tracted demeanor faded into the background as I
chomped my way through a quarter of the nuts
The sun was wrong when I next opened my eyes. left in the jar. When the hunger pangs had
At first I couldn’t place why, and then I realized it abated, he silently handed me a bottle of juice.
hung in the sky more to the west than the east. I’d The juice barely touched my thirst.
slept through the night and most of the day. My “Is there a bottle of water in there? I’m really
head was pillowed on a plastic shopping bag thirsty.”
draped over a mound of sand. Russ sat motionless “No, but we can get some on our way to
a few feet away, watching the surf crash onto the Zanna’s.”
shore. Gulls wheeled overhead; the wind carried I bit my lip. “Explain to me again why we
their shrieks away from the sea, making them have to go there?”
sound deceptively distant. I wondered vaguely if “I’m hoping he left some sort of clue that will
they’d managed to crap on any part of my body as lead me to him.”
I lay here in the shade of a pile of driftwood. “He’s been too smart for that so far.”
“No, the shielding protects you from bird crap “If he left a clue, it wouldn’t be by mistake. It
too,” Russ said distractedly. would be a challenge to me to find him; I have
“How’d you know I was thinking that?” to take the risk of him laying a trap for me. Are
“You were talking in your sleep a while ago.” you ready? Have you rested enough?”
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I nodded, gathering my trash. We’d spent the sane being,” I argued.
night on a strip of beach with parking and other “Not sane as you define it.” In human terms,
amenities. I was amazed we hadn’t been rousted in other words, with our limited understanding
and run off during the night. As we passed a trash and penchant for filing everyone away in tidy
receptacle, I smiled hesitantly at the girl standing little boxes with definitive labels.
next to it. She stared at my left eyebrow and then “But—”
turned away without a change in expression. I “Suzanne,” he broke in with a trace of impa-
raised a brow at Russ, but he only shrugged again tience. “We’re good, or we’re bad. It’s as simple
and tugged me toward the sidewalk. as that. Acts of depravity amongst the fallen
We walked with steadfast determination, don’t indicate a lack of sanity, just a lack of re-
mostly silent. Russ held my hand in a loose grip, gard for morality.”
feeding me strength to keep exhaustion at bay. We “I still think—”
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stopped to rest on the edge of Rizal Park, and he “You want some comfort in the face of what
waited until we were lounging on the grassy edge he’s done, and I can understand that. But you
of the park to let go of my hand and withdrew his can’t let that desire blind you to reality. He’s
strength—his way of making me rest. Weariness completely cognizant of what he’s doing, and he
flooded through me in an instant. I was only made a deliberate decision to do it.”
vaguely aware of leaning heavily against his I subsided into silence, stung by his sharp-
shoulder, and of him easing me down to pillow ness. Was I wrong to hope against all hope that
my head in his lap. we were wrong, that it was some other angel
The sun was nearly set when I woke. It burned murdering humans and framing Raum for it?
the clouds in a glorious display of crimson, or- “I’m sorry,” he said finally, his tone concilia-
ange, and gold. I stretched and sat up, my stom- tory. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I’m just
ach gurgling. afraid that if you get your hopes too high that
Russ glanced at me, amused. “Hungry al- I’m wrong about him, you’re going to be hurt
ready?” exponentially when I’m proven right.”
“Unlike you,” I replied tartly, “I have to eat “Maybe you won’t be.”
every few hours.” He favored me with a pitying look. “I have it
“Good point.” He rummaged in the plastic on the highest authority. He’s the angel respon-
grocery sack and tossed me a bag of teriyaki jerky. sible. Finish your jerky. We still have another
“That should tide you over.” hour or so of walking.”
“Much more walking, Russ, and I’m going to I needed no further encouragement. I fell to
need new jeans.” In just the three days since I’d with gusto, and in short order had polished off
met him, my jeans had started to fit loosely. the jerky, leaving nothing to show for my meal
“We’re almost done, I think.” but slightly sticky fingers. He handed me an-
I paused midway through biting a thick piece other bottle of juice, and I was relieved to see
of jerky in half. “Done? Is he…is he close?” that this time it was grape.
“Closer,” he stressed. “We’re right to go to “Feeling better?”
Zanna’s; I think he’s left me a clue. Otherwise…” “Much.”
He trailed into silence for a long time. “Onward, then.”
“Otherwise?” I prompted. We started out again, and as we rounded the
“Otherwise I wouldn’t sense him at all. I just corner onto Rainier Avenue, I slipped my hand
can’t pinpoint him.” The edge of frustration in his into his. He looked down with a surprised smile,
steely voice made me glad he was not hunting me. but offered no comment. He squeezed my fin-
“And then what? You’re going to confront him gers and we fell into a comfortable stride.
after he’s murdered God knows how many peo- The walk was long, a straight shot down
ple? Are you crazy?” Rainier Avenue to South Genesee. Zanna
He quirked a funny little smile in my direc- lived—had lived—at the south end of the park
tion. “Insanity is an affliction of your species but on the quiet, pleasant South Snoqualmie Street. I
never mine.” paused at the end of the back walk, unable to
“You can’t call what he’s doing the actions of a look away from the blaring yellow crime scene
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tape that barred our way. Russ ducked under it. seemed like much longer. With my weight loss
“We can’t go in there. It’s still a crime scene.” and tanned skin, it was almost easy to believe it
He arched a brow. “Sure we can.” had been longer. And then there were stretches of
“Someone’s going to see us and call the police. time that I couldn’t remember passing, one mo-
How will you explain that?” ment being aware of the sun burning down from
“No one will see us.” Still I hesitated, skepti- one angle, and the next it shone from a direction it
cal, and he retraced his steps. His hands came to should have passed hours before.
rest on my shoulders, and his eyes shifted from I wondered if my jumbled memory had some-
cool blue to almost copper. “Suzanne, haven’t you thing to do with Russ feeding me his strength; I
wondered why no one stopped while we were slept so deeply that upon waking I had several
sitting for so long on the side of Dearborn Street? moments of complete amnesia. Angels, I grumbled
Or why no one bothered you on the beach when I silently. Damn angels.
went to get you food? No one can see us.” I glanced up, checking the back door to see if
“Really?” I wasn’t so sure I liked that idea. he was coming out yet. The door, open just a
What if something happened to him? Would the crack, beckoned to me, enticing me. Come see what
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shielding break, and I’d become visible again? Or he did to her, the girl you learned to drive with; the girl
would I be condemned to wander through a you first drank whiskey with—and puked with; the girl
world where no one could see me? who followed you from California to Seattle to go to a
“The marriage bond and the shielding will college she hated just to be your support system; the
break if anything happens to me,” Russ said; his girl whose man you stole and whose heart you broke.
fingers tightened a fraction. “Don’t worry. Now, Come see the end of the heartbreak, splattered across the
do you want to stay out here while I look around white walls Zanna so favored. Come see what waits
inside?” ahead for you when Raum finally gets around to you.
“Do you think…is it very bad?” I blinked the thought away, surprised to find
His eyes darkened. “Yes, I think it’s very bad.” myself on the back porch, pushing the door open.
“I’ll stay out here, then. I don’t think I can…” I He had caught her in the kitchen. The Mexican
trailed off. floor tiles were stained with a large, sticky puddle
His hands fell away and without another word of blood that had been left to dry. The walls were
he pivoted and strode away from me. The door- not white, but a warm butter yellow with crimson
knob was no match for otherworldly abilities. He splatters that might have been artful had they
gained easy access, and he didn’t look back as he been paint rather than blood. They were darker
stepped across the threshold. The house seemed than I’d expected, more russet than red. The scent
to swallow him. hung thick and bitter in the air, closed up as the
I sat in the grass beside the patio, ignoring the house had been. Zanna had no family, and sepa-
comfortable deck chairs under the shade of the rated from Ian and me, there was no one to call for
awning. Zanna had not welcomed me here when a crime scene clean-up. Her house, paid for long
she had been alive; I wasn’t going to make myself ago through an insurance settlement, would re-
at home just because she wasn’t here to object. The main empty until unpaid property taxes forced
lawn needed to be mowed; my fingers cropped all the county to sell the parcel at auction.
that was within reach in an effort to distract my I dragged my eyes away from the bloody floor.
mind from what was in the house. A newspaper lay open on the table, sprinkled
The sun warmed my shoulders. I stared at my with scarlet drops. I could just make out part of a
arms so I wouldn’t have to look at the streak of headline: Police call off search for missing…
crimson on the door trim. My skin had turned a “Suzanne,” Russ said with concern. I hadn’t
lovely shade of brown. I hadn’t been this tan in realized I was headed toward the floor until he
years, since I’d had the time—and the inclina- caught me. He pressed my face to his chest and
tion—to sunbathe. It generally took several weeks carried me outside, where I lay with my cheek
of dedicated sun worshipping to achieve this against the cool blades of grass for a long time.
shade. An ant crawled up a long, broad blade, wa-
I frowned, thinking back over the time since vered at the tip, and lumbered back down. I
I’d met Russ. Had it only been three days? It watched it zigzag across the dead thatch under
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the green lawn until it disappeared. Still I stared
until I realized something else was in the thatch. A
tarnished circle of cheap metal with a heart die-
cut into it, mashed into the dirt. Ian had worn one
like it when we were living together; we’d bought
a matching pair at some little stand at the fair after
indulging in too many funnel cakes. The heart on
his had been cut funny, a little lopsided.
I pushed my fingers through the thatch and
pried the ring from the ground, brushing off the
soil. A lopsided heart.
My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I
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"Bloody little sod," Sean said and returned to
Sean found a leprechaun once in the park. He his car. He pulled out of the car park and merged
was pale and thin with a large toddler's head and into traffic. Not very long after, a Lamborghini
wore a green velvet coat and tails, along with a began trailing him. Black. Sean decided it was a
very tall top hat. The little bugger perched atop his coincidence until he turned into his drive and the
little pot of gold and concentrated on his pipe. It Italian sports car pulled in right after him.
didn't much smell like cherry tobacco. A man in a grey suede jacket got out, gun
"So y'found me then, and here I offer you not aimed at Sean.
one, not two but three wishes. You don't want me "What is this about?" Sean asked, and the man
pot o' gold, take a look at your inflation!" gave him a frightening smile.
Sean of course opted for the wishing in order "I have to kill you now," he said and before he
to finally achieve his dream goals, as any man pulled the trigger, he clutched at his heart. His face
would. Who'd take such a tiny kettle of gold? He went from stoic and quite deadly to blue. Sean
could wish for an entire castle filled with gold. stood there in shock as the gunman died in his
"Be quick about it," the leprechaun prompted drive. The Lamborghini purred indifferently.
with a fierce gleam in his green eyes. He was an The leprechaun materialized with an amused
evil looking creature, and not at all cute or chubby snicker. "I take it that this'll do ye, yes?"
as leprechauns are often portrayed. "He was going to shoot me," Sean said, toeing
"I wish for an expensive sports car," Sean the body in his drive.
blurted. The leprechaun grinned. "He was a lil' how can I put this here, con-
"Any particular sort then, or should I surprise fused, yes. He was confused."
you?" "But now I've a dead man in my drive."
"Any'll do. Black," Sean said, scratching his "That you do. You asked for a fancy sports car.
chin. "Make it black." You didn't indicate how to get it to you. I used the
"Of course, a very good choice you've made." easiest method."
Sean stood there for a moment and looked "There's a bloody dead man in my drive." Sean
around. "Well?" said with a hint of annoyance.
"Well what?" the leprechaun said. "Aye and you still have two wishes that I know
"Where's my car?" of. Perhaps we can work out an arrangement."
"D'ye feel they should should just drop out of "I'm not using my second wish on corpse dis-
the sky then?" the leprechaun snorted. "Well then posal. This is your doing!"
you should've wished for one to do just that. This "If you like," the leprechaun said with a smile.
will take time. Not much longer than a day." Be- "I'll be along now if you're not in need of wish-
fore Sean could retort, the leprechaun vanished.
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making." "You called?" the leprechaun chirruped in his
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The gunman'd shat his pants. A pool of yellow ear. Sean turned and the little bastard was floating
spread at his groin. Sean grimaced. there on his tiny pot of gold.
"Alright. Take him away." "These are beautiful women? These are worse
"What's that? I need the magic words y'know." than what you took from my drive!"
"I wish for the dead man on my drive to be "I did what I could to force a free-willed crea-
taken far away from here. Canada is a good start." ture to become obsessed with the likes of you," the
"Splendid choice Sean. I do like the way ye leprechaun said. "Ones with no free-will became
think." The leprechaun grinned, and the corpse the obvious only option. I might be magical, but I
vanished. can't work miracles."
Sean breathed a sigh of relief and turned his He puffed on his little pipe and Sean swung at
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attention to the Lamborghini. It smelled like him, but the leprechaun merely materialized across
money. Curious, Sean opened the bonnet and the room, near the reanimated dead. "You're out of
rolled his eyes at the ammunition and gun stash. At wishes, and our deal is done. I suppose I could
least they didn't stink. offer you a bit of a trade though. To take you out
"And your third wish?" the leprechaun asked of the situation?"
and giggled to himself. He lit his pipe from a tiny "Trade for what?"
match secreted away in his green velvet jacket "I'll make you gold. For luck."
pocket. When Sean dared look at him, he could "That's not a trade!" The women were almost
see the green horns protruding from his furrowed upon him. Their rotting skin was crawling with
little green brow. maggots and all manner of slithery things. "Yes,"
"I need company. I wish to be wanted by beau- Sean said. "Yes! Make it stop, whatever you ask!"
tiful women." "Glad you said that," said the leprechaun and
The leprechaun laughed outright. "Done." Sean shrank and hardened, the corpses falling to
"A wait period again I suppose?" gelatinous piles where he once stood. The lepre-
"You could say just that. And now we are done chaun floated to the floor and picked through the
Sean." mess until he retrieved a gold coin.
He vanished again, and Sean snorted. Good "My good luck," he said, and put it in his pot
riddance to the little shit. At least the Lamborghini with the others, the light evoking a low series of
was legitimately his. He took it for a ride, marvel- screams from the contents. The leprechaun van-
ing at the silken transmission and erection-worthy ished for the last time.
horsepower in the thing. Once his day was over,
he parked it by his little house and went inside to
find his bed. © 2010 Kilian Conor
The smell was revolting. He retched and pulled
his shirt up over his nose as he climbed the stairs,
desperate to know what would cause such a stench.
In his bed, were four what-used-to-be people.
Women. They were in various stages of decay,
jaws unhinged, eyes sunken in and liquid goo.
Mottled skin. Fingernails stripped and scattered
over his pillow.
"Cor, what the hell is this? Leprechaun! Lepre-
chaun! I demand you get your arse here now!" He
shouted. The sound attracted the dead women and
they climbed over one another to slide off the bed
and come towards him.
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“Fuck no, I didn’t kill that stupid bitch,” I yelled at my “Because you have no fucking conscience,” he
identical twin brother Trent, my loud response not replied. “And I do.”
really helping my defense, but whatever. I was fucking “That’s right, you do that for me, bro, so I don’t
pissed because he would’ve seen my innocence if he have to deal with it,” I said and slapped a hand on his
hadn’t broken the damn link again. He just didn’t want shoulder. “I do the killin’, you do feelin’ bad.”
me watching him screw his girl, which I really wouldn’t Trent sighed heavily. “Just be more careful about
mind watching. who you kill.”
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“Oh really? Then what happened to her? She’s been I pulled him close and looked him dead in the
missing for three days.” He folded his arms over his eye. “I didn’t kill her, I promise you that.”
chest and glared at me, his blue eye meeting mine, We stared at one another for a few seconds, and
green doing just the same. “Last I saw, she was with then he nodded again. “I believe you. You’ve never
you.” lied to me.”
“Last you saw, bro, but I left her after that,” I said, And that’s the truth too. I’ve never once lied to
crossing my arms, which made us look like either could my twin. I have no reason to. Don’t think I could get
be standing in front of a mirror. “Try lookin’ with the away with it anyway. Trent’s half of me, for fuck’s
inner eye, fucker.” I tapped my forehead and adjusted sake. He may not understand why I think the way I
my hand back into the crook of my elbow. “I had to do, but he got all the other shit. Other people, I did‐
meet someone else, if you must know.” n’t give a shit about one way or another. Trent was
His brow hit his forehead. “Who?” the only liability in my life, and that boy could take
I narrowed my eyes. “That’d be none of your damn care of himself when he needed to.
business if you can’t see it anymore.” Only problem was he looked just like me, so
Trent reached up and rubbed his face. “Damn it, when I did a job I had to be invisible. The vamp shit
Shawn, I’m trying here. I really am, but I need a little helped with that immensely.
cooperation.” “Maybe you should take those piercings out and
“For what, to save me?” I snapped. “Let’s face it, dye your hair,” I suggested.
man, you’re the good little boy and I’m not. It’s always “Why, you get seen or something?” he asked
been like that, even when we were kids, before all the and grabbed my wrist, twisting my arm back.
vampyre bullshit.” “No, I’m just sayin’ it might be better,” I replied,
“Before Cianán turned us,” he mumbled, but I heard turned my arm and caught his wrist up in my hand.
him quite clear. “Knock that shit off. You know I’ll take you down.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I replied. “I’m fucking glad he did, Trent laughed. The fucker. “Alright, so if you did‐
you know.” n’t kill her, who in the hell did?”
Trent nodded slowly because he knew damn well “Don’t know, big brother, but I’m gonna find
shit was bad right before that happened. The govern‐ out.”
ment had trained me to kill, which I became stellar at, He rolled his eyes because he was only two min‐
and Trent could hack into pretty much any database in utes older. “Let me know if you need any help. I’m
the world. It’s why he and Seth, video game designer sure Seth could find some shit for you or some‐
extraordinaire, got along so well. But after that, right thing.”
around our twenty‐second birthday, shit went downhill “Will do.”
fast, and we went through two years of drug‐ and alco‐ I’d love to have stayed and chatted with him be‐
hol‐induced hell before Cianán found us. I considered cause I rarely saw him anymore, but I had to find out
the master vampyre a blessing; Trent felt otherwise, but who possibly killed that girl and made it look like I
he didn’t complain about his immortality. did it if Trent was questioning me. She’d gone miss‐
“Why do you think I do what I do, Trent?” ing that night and I needed to find her. And boy, if
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she was dead, that fucker was going to pay when I know we’d have been gone in a snap,” I replied with
found him. a snap of my fingers. “Of course, Trent would’ve
~☯~ killed you if you’d hurt her.” I took a few steps to‐
Leaving Trent’s house and heading out into the ward him. Showing this slayer any remote sense of
night, I wasn’t sure where to go, but I figured start‐ fear was a bad idea. Not that I was afraid of him or
ing at the last place I saw the girl would be a good anything, but the guy had a nasty rep. “S’up Fang?
spot. I phased into the alley next to Inferno, a club in Why’re you here?”
one of the historic districts in Portland. The scent of “Why do you think?” he said, scoping the alley
sea and pine hit my nose in a rush, and damn did while reaching into his long black leather trench.
that smell good after leaving the seafood and smog‐ Just in case he was pulling a weapon, I readied
choked air of the Bay area. I fucking hated seafood. myself to phase the fuck out of there. Instead, he
Hated smog even more. pulled out a pack of smokes, hit the end until one
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I crouched down where I’d last talked to her and popped up, and raised the pack to his mouth, taking
scooped up some gravel, bringing it to my nose to one between his teeth. Then he stuffed the pack
see if her scent still lingered. It did. I had her. Now I back into his inner pocket and pulled out his trusty
just needed to figure out where she went, and possi‐ Zippo. The flame sparked to life and he moved it to
bly who with. the end of his cigarette.
I inhaled deeply to search the other scents when “You huntin’ me tonight?” I asked, wanting a
a unique one hit my nose. “What’s that?” I mumbled damn smoke myself, so I reached into my leather
and stood up, still holding a few rocks in my hand. jacket pocket, searching for my own.
Now, I’ve smelled just about every scent known to Fang shook his head twice, and then gave me a
man, which wasn’t impossible because of my height‐ chin up. “I hear a girl’s gone missing.”
ened sense of smell, but this one had me perplexed. I snorted before lighting my smoke. “Yeah, and I
There was a human‐type scent there, but underlying suppose you think I did it, right?” I said around the
was canine. Someone with a dog, perhaps? Or fuck, end of the cigarette and removed it from my mouth,
it could be a werewolf. I dropped the rocks and a puff of white following it. “I have an alibi.”
scanned the alley. I knew what werewolves smelled He smirked. “Oh yeah? What’s her name?”
like, and this scent was similar, yet somehow differ‐ “Oh no, we’re not going there,” I said with a
ent. shake of my head. “You’ll go after the person, and I
There were two different types of werewolves in can’t allow that.”
the world. Of one type, only two existed and lived in Fang’s teeth gleamed in the moonlight, along
Italy. They’re both somewhere around two thousand with his bald head. “Must be special to you.”
years old. The girl may be a bit younger, but damn, I’d have replied with “not just to me,” but that
she was hot in a Scarlett Johansson sort of way. The would’ve given away something the entire race
other type was your typical horror movie wolfman. would hunt me down for and take my head off over.
I’m talkin’ Underworld here, not Lon Chaney. The He got within a few feet of me and stopped. He
first type can actually turn into a wolf. It looks like a knew better than to get any closer. We both did.
wolf, acts like a wolf, hunts like a wolf. The second “So, you got any idea what the fuck happened that
type looks and acts like … well, a wolfman—half hu‐ night?”
man, half wolf. “Yeah, I talked to the girl right here in the alley,”
I sniffed the air again. Apparently, a new type I said, pointing to the ground. “Then I left to meet
had risen. Fucking great. someone else. End of story.”
Quiet footsteps, those of the sneaking variety, “What’re you doing here now then?” he asked,
hit my eardrums. I turned toward them and flashed taking a long drag from his cigarette.
fang, trying hard not to laugh. “Trying to find out what happened because who‐
“Dude, could you be any louder? I can hear you a ever the fuck did it is making it look like I did it, and
mile away,” I said. “No wonder you can never catch I’m so not cool with that.”
me.” He nodded. “Yeah, didn’t think you would be.
The bald‐headed man coming toward me flashed What’ve you found so far?”
fang right back, except his were false. “I came close I studied him a second because it wasn’t like
that one time.” Fang to help a vampyre. “I got a scent,” I said and
“Yeah, and you had to have a hostage or you told him about it. “You got anything?”
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His lips drew into a thin line. “Just people saying the entrance to this club now.”
they saw her last with you.” I took a step back and tilted my head. “Oh, that’s
“Dude, if I’d killed her, it just would’ve been out right, you don’t hunt werewolves, or anything else
of annoyance, and I don’t kill for stupid shit like outside of vamps.” I leaned forward, pointing a fin‐
that,” I replied, waving my hand in the air. “I can’t ger at him. “I suggest you start, Fang, because this is
run around killing people at random. It’s not good unlike anything I’ve ever scented before.”
for business. What the fuck do you think I am, a se‐ He glared at me. “How different?”
rial killer?” I stood up straight. “I won’t fucking know until I
A burst of laughter exploded from his mouth. see it, but the scent is off. It’s not normal. You catch
“Fuck, man. That’s the funniest damn thing I’ve ever my drift, slayer?”
heard you say.” “How? A werewolf is a werewolf.”
“That’s great,” I said. “Can I go about my busi‐ I raised a brow. “I forgot, you don’t know about
ness now searching for this fucker, or do you wanna the immortals.” I chuckled. “Look, I don’t have time
help?” to give you a history lesson on werewolves, but this
A hand and finger popped up. “Actually, I may fucker is neither of what I know.”
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have something else for you. One of her friends said I took a mental snapshot of the surprised look on
she saw a guy leering at her in the club. Kind of his face. “There are immortal werewolves? Fuck,
freaked her out. In fact, she thinks she saw him be‐ next you’ll be telling me the Fae are fucking real
fore that night following them.” too.”
Color me surprised. “You got a description?” I had to contemplate that thought before open‐
He grinned like a mother fucker. “I got better—a ing my damn mouth. “Well, in a way, they are, but
name. Bouncer recognized him from the door; re‐ that’s irrelevant right now.” I flicked my cigarette to
membered the name.” the side and ran a hand through my long black hair.
I waited for him to tell me, but the ass took his “Shit, okay, you need a name. Let me think.” Whom
sweet time. “Well, what the fuck is it?” did I hate that I could give away so freely? Hell, he’d
“Oh no,” he replied, shaking his damn head. already tried to run his sword through Grant, and
My hand came up and drew a circle next to my that didn’t work. Besides, Kylie would kill me, and I
head. “You get a rattling sound in there when you do didn’t want her pissed. She was much stronger than I
that?” was, even though we were the same age. It’s be‐
His eyes narrowed. “Oh, look at Mr. Funny Fuck‐ cause she was a different kind of vampyre. Yeah,
ing Vamp. You want the name or not?” there’s two different kinds of vamps too. She and
I snorted, held up a hand, then stood straight Grant didn’t feed on blood like Trent and me. They
and calmed my face. “Continue.” took a part of the soul; they called it the life force.
His face was dark, hidden within the shadows of Fang rolled his eyes. “This is gonna take all night
the night and buildings. “You don’t get it that easily, at this pace.”
vampyre. I want something in return.” If he’d been a “Fuck off, I’m thinking,” I replied. “I can’t just
vamp, those eyes would’ve been glowing with that give anyone to you. Not that I even care to give you
fucking challenge. Bastard. anyone.” I held up a hand. “Oh wait, I’ve got one.
“Like fucking what?” A gleam hit his eyes. “Oh Matty, that mother fucker. I hate him.”
fuck no! I’m not giving you the name of a vampyre to Fang laughed. “Okay, that works. You got a last
hunt and kill.” name to go with the first?”
He shrugged and started to turn away. “Guess “Yeah, it’s Johnson.”
you don’t want to clear your name then.” “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any
I leapt forward and grabbed his arm. “You will idea how many Matt Johnsons there are out there?
fucking tell me that name!” You need to give me more.”
He growled as his eyes flicked from my hand on “He’s in fucking Kansas, last I heard, asswipe.” I
his arm to my face. “You know better, vampyre. If raised my hand and did a Neo to him. In other
you want the name, I get a name. That’s how it fuck‐ words, I beckoned the info forward with my hand.
ing works, or you can search all night long.” He “Now give me the name.”
yanked his arm from my grip and squared his shoul‐ Fang nodded, gave me the name I needed, and
ders as he turned to face me. “If it’s not a vampyre smiled. “Catch ya around, vampyre.” I didn’t like the
who did it, I don’t give a fuck. And you can’t go near gleam hitting his eyes.
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“Yeah, whatever, slayer,” I said and turned to
vanish before he could pull out a stake. That shit did‐
n’t kill me, but it damn sure hurt and paralyzed me,
giving a slayer ample time to remove my head. Not Trent: I’ll see what I can find.
fucking cool and I kind of liked my head attached. As Shawn: Cool, I’m gonna search this
I turned to phase, I felt a prick of pain hit my side. name Fang gave me.
Mother fucker. That was payment for grabbing Trent: What name? You saw Fang?
his arm. WTF?
~☯~
I phased to my safe house in Portland (I have one in
a few select cities throughout the world), and before
I powered up my laptop to search this guy out, I had
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to pull a fucking small dagger out from beneath my
ribcage. I winced, pushed my fingers against the area
to determine the damage within, and discovered my
spleen had been punctured, but I could feel myself I blew out a breath with the cigarette between
already healing so it didn’t really matter. My laptop my teeth, which sent a couple of embers floating
beeped and I looked up at the screen as I tossed the over my keyboard.
dagger onto the desk. Seeing that Trent was online, I A grin spread across my face as I typed away.
wiped my bloody hands on my t‐shirt and entered
chat with him, asking to run through his files. Trent
had a database filled with every preternatural crea‐
ture in existence. Maybe I could find this guy, maybe Shawn: Dude, it’s all good. He was cool.
not, but it was worth a shot. I mean, I only needed to The name he gave sounded weird. I’ll type it
stick to the canine familiars anyway. into your database, but the spelling might be
My brow arched and I reached for my smokes. wrong.
After the flame lit the end of a cigarette, my fingers Trent: Jesus fuck … alright, hurry up.
tapped away at the keyboard. Shawn: Ya know, if you’d just open the
damn link again, all this shit wouldn’t be
necessary.
Trent: Fuck. Off.
Shawn: You got any info on a new type
of werewolf?
Trent: New type? There are only two
types, man. Vincent and Lyssa, and then all
the others.
Shawn: I picked up a scent that’s differ‐
ent from theirs, yet there’s still a canine
quality to it. Ever hear of anything like that? I laughed aloud, removed the cigarette from be‐
If it’s not a werewolf, I wanna know what tween my lips, and sat it in the ashtray next to my
the fuck it is. laptop. Someday he’d open that link again. I just had
to wait for the right moment. It’s not like he couldn’t
hear me if I screamed his name when in trouble.
He’d hear it. He just wouldn’t see anything unless I
was about to die. Hell if that was going to happen
anytime soon. I typed the fucked up spelling of the
name Fang gave me into the database and hit enter.
The search began. Then I sat back, pulled off my
black t‐shirt, looked at my quick‐healing wound, and
The screen remained blank for a bit before I picked up the cigarette, leaving it between my lips
could see he was typing something. while I rested my hands on the back of my head and
kicked my boots up on the desk.
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About fifteen minutes went by when my search take care of first. Not to worry, babe, I’ll be careful
ended … with zero results. Go fucking figure. Damn as always. See ya soon.”
thing didn’t even offer me an alternate spelling. One of the things I loved about that woman was
“Damn it.” I moved my black Roy Rogers’ back to the that she knew me, knew what I did, and never once
floor and leaned forward, typing to Trent. questioned it or held me accountable for it. That,
and she turned me on like no other female had. I
also liked the fact that she took me as I am, no
strings, no typical female bullshit. She was a helluva
Shawn: Find anything? lot like me. Perfect fucking match. If I wasn’t careful,
Trent: Nada. You? I’d end up spouting the L‐word to her, and that just
Shawn: Zilch. Maybe I spelled it wrong. couldn’t fucking happen. Last girl I told that to ended
Here, you try … up dead because of me.
I dried off, got dressed, and searched through
my arsenal to decide on which weapons I’d take with
me to hunt this guy down now that I knew where he
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was. I strapped on my shoulder holster, checked the
ammo on my Kimber 1911 and placed it in the hol‐
ster. Next, I strapped a knife to my leg under the
black jeans—silver blade because if I remembered
correctly, werewolves were allergic to the shit and I
Less than thirty fucking seconds later and the wasn’t taking any chances in case he was a were‐
fucker pops into chat with name, address, birthdate wolf. Then I attached a few extra clips to my belt, a
and the goddamn social security number for this guy. blade to my arm, and finally slipped my leather biker
Sometimes, I really hated my twin. I won’t even ask jacket on before stepping out to the balcony.
him how he did that so fast because it’d just make The chilled wind swept through my wet hair as I
me look bad. closed my eyes, envisioning the formation of wings
on my back. Pain struck as they took form, slowly
materializing, pushing their way out of my body yet
not tearing my clothes. It was some sort of molecu‐
Shawn: Ass … Thanks. Later.
lar shit I didn’t know much about and didn’t really
Trent: ROFL. You’re welcome. I’ll keep
fucking care, to be honest. I rarely used this form of
researching that other shit.
travel, but I had to if I wanted to locate this guy. I
could only phase to places I knew and had already
been, and even that was touch and go, depending on
whether it was a public place or not.
My wings lifted me into the night, and I was off
in search of a possible new preternatural creature
who might also be a killer. Not that most preternatu‐
ral creatures weren’t killers, but whatever. What
some of the Fae do to their victims … Creepy shit,
man. Whether this guy intended to frame me for the
I closed out the chat window after memorizing girl’s disappearance or not, he was on my shit list of
the info, and then shut down my laptop and headed the paranormal that existed in the clandestine re‐
for the shower. Since my wound had healed, I cesses of this world … and I was going to make his
needed to wash off the blood. I rinsed off quick and ass extinct.
stepped out of the shower right as my cell phone
rang. ~☯~
“Yo.” At the sound of her sweet voice, my lips I found myself outside his house, hiding in the shad‐
turned up into a smile, and my fangs elongated at ows with an unmarked patrol car nearby. Appar‐
the memory of tasting her blood only hours earlier. ently, the human cops got the same info I did. I
My tongue slid over my teeth. “Oh, hey baby. Yeah, sniffed the air surrounding the building to discover
I’ll stop by later tonight if I can. I’ve got some shit to that odd scent I’d found in the alley. Now that I was
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closer to the suspect, I realized he wasn’t a dog the freezer and peered around the corner as he
owner and definitely more along the preternatural opened the satchel and dumped its contents onto
lines. The scent normally associated with dogs was‐ the table. My brow arched as I watched tiny frag‐
n’t present—dander, feces, that nasty wet dog smell ments of white scatter and clink against the flat
one would expect in such a misty climate. I sniffed metal surface. As he began drilling holes in each
again. Nope. In fact, this guy didn’t have any pets. piece with his Dremel, I caught a faint scent of the
I peered through a window on the side of the dust drifting into the air. Bones. More importantly, I
house after movement caught my eye. Darker skin, now knew the girl who’d followed me out of the club
long black hair pulled back in a braid, some sort of three nights ago was dead.
weird tribal tattoos I’d never seen before. He walked
through the kitchen with what looked like a sewing ~☯~
kit and opened a door. A light came on, hitting the There was always a moment in time when every‐
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windows at the base of the house. Since I could see thing around you wasn’t quite as it seemed. I
my destination, I immediately vanished from my watched this guy drill holes into tiny fragments of
shadows to the basement in order to find a place to bone—finger bones, by the way—and then thread a
hide before he came down. string through them to make a necklace. Who did
The moment I materialized, the stench of blood that kind of shit? It reminded me of my time growing
threatened to take me to my knees, and I bit the in‐ up in New Orleans with all the Voodoo shit. He put
side of my lip to distract the hunger. What was the necklace on and reached for more bones and a
worse, the blood belonged to the girl. I smelled that long hollow stick, then began filing some of the bone
sweet nectar coursing through her veins beneath tips to points. I’d planned on stepping out of the al‐
petal soft flesh a few nights before. My fangs wanted cove, but decided I needed to watch this shit a bit
so badly to penetrate her skin, and I would have if it longer. Study your enemy closely so you know what
hadn’t been for her clinginess annoying the fuck out you’re dealing with, right? Exactly. The blow dart
of me. She’d followed me out of the club and into contraption was a weapon I hadn’t seen in a long
the alley—my final destination before phasing out of time. It’s rarely used anymore and really not that
there. I’d left her standing in the alley with a pathetic effective unless you’re practically on top of the per‐
pout on her face. Obviously, wolfman here picked up son and damn good with it, and mostly you see it
where I left off. used in indigenous societies, not here in American
My eyes scanned the room and fell upon a once civilization. But here this guy sat working on his little
bloodied table now cleaned with ammonia because I bone darts with the bamboo or whatever gun sitting
could smell both, a tray full of various instruments in front of him on the table.
that only belonged in a butcher shop or something, Where the fuck was Trent when I needed him?
and then I saw the small alcove and immediately This wasn’t Voodoo shit.
phased to it as he came down the stairs. Ho’kee—that’s his name—pulled a small baggie
Bad idea. That’s where the freezer was. from his jeans pocket, walked over to a shelf and
That’s also where the scent of blood was strong‐ picked up a pottery shard, then walked back to the
est. Part of me wanted to open the freezer just to table and sat on the stool once more. He carefully
clarify the assumptions running rampant through my pulled a lock of blonde hair out of the baggie, and
mind. The other part of me—if I’d been human and then proceeded to wrap it around the shard.
had a conscience—would’ve thrown up at the mere I made every attempt to force Trent into seeing
thought. Well, I’m not human anymore, and I’ve this by screaming at him through the mind link that
never had a conscience, so my hand went to the we still shared. Finally, he responded.
freezer door to lift that shit open. Dude, what the hell? I’m in the middle of some‐
I stopped myself when I heard his weight shift thing.
and heading in my direction. Fuck. My body swirled I don’t give a fuck. Are you seeing this shit? Be‐
up in a shift of molecules, transforming to a fine mist cause you really need to, bro.
and rising to the ceiling, where I waited and watched Hang on … I waited with my usual impatience
as he entered the alcove and opened the small cabi‐ until he came back with some info. Of course, he still
net next to the freezer. He removed a brown leather wasn’t seeing what I saw before me, which pissed
satchel, closed it again, and headed back to the table me the hell off. Okay, his name is Navajo. It means,
where he’d left his kit. I solidified once more next to “abandoned.”
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And this is relevant why? through his fur on the left shoulder blade. He nearly
My vision shifted abruptly and I could feel Trent lost his footing on the table as he yelped, but he
inside my head as my own vision was thrown, it quickly regained balance and lunged for me, taking
seemed, to the back of my head and I was looking me to the ground. My blade tumbled across the floor
down a tunnel. Because he’s a fucking skinwalker, as my left hand held those fierce jowls away from my
you jackass. See that shit on the table? That’s how he face by the throat. I kicked a leg up, catching him in
“charms” his victims before he kills them. the side with my knee, and rolled him off me and
“Mother fucker,” came out in a soft whisper. onto his back. Once I had him held down, I raised a
Ho’kee turned toward the alcove, spotted me fist and introduced it to his face a few times. He
with his iridescent eyes, and leapt off the stool. Liter‐ snapped at my hand, catching my wrist until I
ally. Mid‐air, he changed. Not like a werewolf or punched him with my left fist. His legs kicked and
wolfman. One second he was a man, the next he was feet clawed at me in an attempt to push me off, but I
a wolf flying through the air at me and his jeans were wasn’t going anywhere.
hitting the floor in a muffled thud. I phased to the “What’d you do with the girl, you sick fuck? Did you
other side of the basement as he slammed into the eat her?” I punched him in the side of the head
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far wall. again. “Is that necklace you made a fucking trophy or
Oh shit, Trent’s voice said inside my head. He’s something?”
gonna be a bitch to kill. I’ll look it up quick. Keep him Ho’kee snarled and snapped at me before his
distracted. face started changing again. Before I knew it, Ho’kee
Distracted? Fuck. I stared down the snarling wolf the man lay beneath me. “What would you know of
in the alcove. “C’mon pup, wanna play?” I reached it, vampyre? You do not know my people or my na‐
for my Kimber 1911, and before I got to it, Trent was ture. You have help from elsewhere coming to you.”
telling me a bullet wouldn’t stop this fucker unless “Why her?” I demanded, ignoring the latter part
dipped it in white ash. “Fine,” I said as I removed my of that statement, my fingers tightening around his
hand and brought it to my side. The foot‐long blade throat, his doing the same around mine. “I don’t
on my arm shot out and I caught its hilt in my hand need air, fucker.”
and waved it back and forth in front of me. Ho’kee “Why not her?” he choked out. “You would have
the wolf growled, his blank eyes following the shin‐ killed her had she not annoyed the hell out of you.”
ing silver in my hand, feet padding softly on the con‐ “That’s not the fucking point! Everyone thinks I
crete forward and back, back and forth. Hurry the did it.”
fuck up, whatever you’re doing! Ho’kee let out a strangled laugh. “Of course. You
Ho’kee left the alcove, slowly heading for the don’t wish to honor her with revenge. You merely
table’s opposite side. His upper lip curled to show wish to reclaim your innocence.”
me large white fangs. I growled at him. “You’ve no idea how far from
“I’ve got those too, fucker,” I said and bared my innocence I am, Ho’kee.” I leaned in closer to his hu‐
own fangs. man face. “But just for shits and giggles, yeah, I’ll
Whoa, did you see his eyes? I didn’t think that take the revenge because I didn’t plan to kill her ei‐
part was true. They’re totally opposite of the normal, ther way.” My fangs jutted down and in a swift
reflecting when in human form and not when in move, I had his jugular in my mouth, pointed tips
ani— piercing the flesh, allowing his blood to flow over my
I growled at my twin and the wolf simultane‐ tongue as I sucked. Sucking was a sure way to kill
ously. Shut the fuck up and tell me how to kill him! him.
Trent went silent as my vision returned to nor‐ Of course, my twin had perfect fucking timing.
mal while I faced off with the skinwalker. I didn’t All right Shawn, here’s what you need … WHAT THE
have time to wait for him. The wolf launched itself FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Don’t drink his blood! Shit!
onto the metal table, claws screeching in that nails‐ I lurched away from Ho’kee and dropped him to
down‐the‐chalkboard sound, wreaking havoc on my the floor. What, why not? I got a mental image of
sensitive ears. He was awful damn close and not Trent with his face in his hands, shaking his head.
fearful of my blade. Meanwhile, Ho’kee made a weak attempt at rolling
Hey, are these assholes immortal? to the side, but failed miserably.
As far as I can tell, no. Silence again as Ho’kee Oh Jesus. Oh shit. Trent said, and then repeated it. Is
started his crouch. I jumped forward and sliced he dead yet?
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No, you stopped me before I finished. I pulled the vamp’s system up something awful, and didn’t allow
knife from my leg. But I’ll take care of that right now. us to heal the way God—I mean, the way we’d nor‐
I slid forward, grabbed him by the hair, and yanked mally heal. Nico said it was some mineral or some‐
him back to me, pulling him up so I could lay my thing she’d had yet to identify, but she’s a smart girl,
blade across his throat. “I’m just gonna pretend so I didn’t think it’d take much longer for her to fig‐
you’re a vamp. Decapitation usually works on every‐ ure out. The brains in that gorgeous little body
thing.” upped the turn‐on factor. I rarely met a woman who
Ho’kee yelled, but it quickly turned into a gurgle was smart and hot … and put up with my shit.
as my silver blade sliced through his flesh and vocal “Up on the table,” she said and patted the cush‐
chords. That didn’t stop the initial sound from escap‐ ion, the paper crackling beneath her hand.
ing the house. I shrugged out of my leather jacket, dropped it in
Get to her NOW! Trent screamed. the chair, and hopped up on the table. “So, you’ve
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I tossed Ho’kee aside, snatched up my other heard of skinwalkers before?”
blade, and phased the fuck out of there before the Her fine brow arched. “It’s a Navajo legend,
cops broke down the door. Shawn, and I live in Arizona. How would I not hear
about them?”
~ ☯ ~ The grin hit my face at full volume upon hearing
I landed in her living room, as usual. She used to yell the sarcasm in her beautiful voice. God, I loved this
at me for that. Nico came running to my side as soon woman, but I’d never tell her. She knew it too, and
as she saw me and helped me up, though I wasn’t used it quite often against me. The grin remained
really hurt that bad. Normally, I wouldn’t come to even as she started cleaning my wrist. Pain didn’t
her for something so minor, but I’d told her earlier bother me so much. I had a high tolerance for the
I’d stop by tonight. Plus, there was Trent and what‐ shit.
ever the hell he was worried about. “It’s healing quickly,” she said after tossing a
“What the hell happened?” she asked, grabbing couple of blood‐soaked gauze pads in the trash.
my arm and pushing the sleeve up to look at the “Makes me wonder why you’re even here.” Her eyes
wound on my wrist. I figured the blood dripping flicked up for half a second before returning to my
down my hand gave it away. I was going to have to wrist.
have her carpet cleaned again. “Told you I’d see you tonight,” I replied. “Can’t
“Hey babe,” I said and reached for her hand. “It’s break a promise, can I?”
just an animal bite. Not that bad, really.” Her full lips turned up at the corners as she
“What bit you?” She sniffed the air. “You smell wiped the last of the blood off and inspected the
like a dog.” bite. It was closing slowly, but it’d be okay soon.
“Funny you should say that, it was canine.” “You need blood?”
Her chocolate eyes searched my face for the I shook my head before realizing she probably
typical lies I’d tell her because she knew I wouldn’t couldn’t see that. “No, I’m good. Made a nice meal
show weakness, even in front of her. “Was it a were‐ out of him.”
wolf?” She froze, looked up at me, and stared into my
“No, a skinwalker.” eyes. “Shawn, you didn’t.”
She gasped, placing a hand over her mouth, and “What? Trent freaked out too,” I said. “What’s
then she pulled me back into her “operating” room. the problem? Is it gonna kill me? I feel fine.”
“I didn’t think there were any of those left.” Nico broke away from me and tapped at the
Nico had one hell of a set up in her house. She keys on her laptop. “Shit, Shawn, I’ve heard stories. I
was the vamp healer, and the only one of her kind, mean, I’ll look it up, but … Oh God.”
so she’d get visitors from all over the world. The rest I hopped off the table, walked up behind her,
had to knock on the door, or they’d find themselves and placed my hand on her shoulder. “What’d you
with a sword at their neck. Yeah, a beautiful vamp‐ hear, Nico? Is something gonna happen to me?”
healing witch who knew how to use a sword. Just As the computer began its search of whatever she’d
thinking about it turned me on. I’d stumbled across typed into it, Nico swung her chair around to face
her a few years back by way of an associate of mine me and pulled me down to her until I knelt on the
when I’d been hurt real bad with some new‐fangled floor. Her hands brushed across my cheeks and held
shit one of the slayer factions created. Fucks a my face still as she stared into my eyes.
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“Shawn, if you drank his blood, you—” she swal‐
lowed and pulled me closer “—you may have taken
on his power.”
My brow went up. “What do you mean?”
She blew out a breath and rested her forehead
against mine. “Please understand when I tell you
that skinwalkers are not good people, Shawn.
They’re evil. One of the worst kinds of evil. In order
to obtain the powers of a skinwalker, one must kill
an immediate family member.”
Personally, I didn’t think anything could be much
more evil than what I saw in Hell not so long ago.
“So, you think I’m gonna kill Trent or something?” Ben stood rigid against the wooden post.
“No, but no one has ever drank the blood of a Nothing held him in place, but he knew one
skinwalker before, so I don’t know what it’s going to
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false move could mean his demise—a messy
do to you, and I certainly wouldn’t know how to heal one at that. On his head sat a large red apple,
that.”
glued down to a flimsy paper hat, which was
I brushed her long brown hair back, tucking it
tied onto his head. His father stood across
behind one ear. “Let’s not worry about that right
now, Nico. I feel fine, really. Tasted just like any this temporary stage erected in Templeton
other human.” Park. He held a handgun in a loose grip. Even
“You sure?” Her eyes held a worry I’d never though Ben had used the bathroom not ten
seen, and that made part of me uneasy. minutes ago, he felt like he might tinkle down
I nodded. “I’m fine.” his leg at any moment. Good thing Momma
My face held steady, eyes staring into hers, and Ginny were at home in case he did.
breathing normal for the most part—sometimes I
forgot to breathe. I wasn’t going to tell her about the Mayor Gregg stepped out onto the stage.
itch in the center of my chest—inside—that had me "Ladies and gentlemen, please, can I have your
wanting to jump out of my skin and run through the
attention?" Every time Ben had been to some
forest in pursuit of a doe. Mind you, the forest is an
sort of town meeting, it took forever to get
hour and a half from Nico’s house, but I could phase
there in a matter of seconds. everyone quiet and listening.
Cianán would be proud. I gained a new power all Today, though, they shut up good and quick.
on my own. I’d just have to hope that the evil shit Was that good or bad? Did he want this over
didn’t come with it. I’m fucking dark enough as it is. with or not?
© 2010 NL Gervasio "The Tellian Law is not one we bring up frivo‐
lously," Mayor Gregg said. "When it went into
the books many years ago, it was needed to
save this town from heathenism and pagan‐
ism, both directions our
ancestors were headed towards. The solution,
it turns out, proved very effective."
Ben had only seen one Tellian Law ceremony in
his ten years. Farmer Ron Paddock had blown
his son's head off with the very pistol Father
now held. Ben remembered every detail of
that day. In the past week,
since Father had been sentenced to the cere‐
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mony, Ben had woken up in a cold sweat each Father looked out over the crowd. "I said I go
night with the vision of Jeremy Paddock's head fishing. It eases my mind and relaxes me. Sunday
exploding like an overripe watermelon. He also morning is the only time I can devote myself to
remembered then‐Mayor Zeal giving this exact it, and sometimes I lose track of time. The rest
speech. of my family still attends. Why punish Ben for
that?"
"Our town is a small one. We
rely on each other throughout This time the crowd broke
the year for both staples to into loud conversations. Ben
get us through each season, heard quite a few, and most
as well as luxuries to keep our agreed with Father. He looked
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minds off the hard work we're over at Mayor Gregg, who did‐
forced to endure. Maybe most n't look happy. Not one bit.
importantly, we rely on each
other to stay spiritually "I didn't realize how many of
grounded to avoid slips to‐ you supported heathenism,"
wards the devil." he shouted over them. That
shut everyone up. "If it was
Father moved towards Mayor just missing church, we might
Gregg, but Officer Turrow, be able to overlook this whole
Willsburg's only full time po‐ mess. After all, as Pete said,
liceman, stepped in front of his family attends each week,
him. Father whispered some‐ with or without him. And who
thing, set the gun down at his feet, and put his knows, maybe he really does read his bible les‐
hands up to show he meant no harm. Officer sons like he says."
Turrow nodded and backed off.
The Mayor paused and looked out amongst the
"I just want to say one thing," Father said. "I like crowd. "But Mr. Pete Williams has failed on no
to believe I'm a good Christian. I admit I skip less than three separate occasions to kneel
church a tad too often, but I make up for it. I down to the statue of our lord and savior in the
read my bible lessons each week, both by myself center of town." The
and with my family." crowd gasped. "People, how is that an incon‐
venience? We stop for two seconds to show our
The crowd started murmuring, but Ben couldn't spirituality. I gave him the benefit of the doubt
hear what anyone was saying. Mayor Gregg the first time, but after I noticed him hurry by
gave a slow clap. The crowd went quiet again. the second time, I
"Bravo to you, Pete Williams," the mayor said. decided to play baseball umpire. Three strikes
"Pretending to be a holy follower of Christ. Our and you're out. Mr. Pete Williams took a mighty
town charter states that a good Christian gives swing and struck out. For that, the Tellian Law
up only one hour of his week to our lord. But, comes into effect."
please, tell everyone why you miss so much
church." "Please, no," Father said, tears streaming down
his cheeks. "Why do I have to endanger Ben?"
Father mumbled his answer.
"You know the law as well as anyone, Pete. Now
"What was that, Pete?" the mayor said. it's time to pay the fine." The mayor turned to‐
wards Ben. "I'm sorry, son, but your father
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brought this upon you. I think we all hope for
your sake the Lord guides that bullet into the
apple."
Ben didn't say anything. He kept rigid against
the post and looked at Father. Father gave him a
small smile and winked, his tears already gone.
He pointed the gun at Ben, or rather the apple
on Ben's head, and pulled the trigger. Ben
winced at the loud crack, but no pain came. He
reached up and found the apple still intact.
The crowd let out their collective breath. Mayor
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Gregg stepped towards Ben and examined the
post. "Didn't hit," he said. "I'm sorry, Ben, but
he's going to have to shoot again. I'd have let
you go if he'd at least hit the post." Ben nodded
and took a deep breath. He could feel tears
starting to leak out of his eyes, but he didn't
want to mess up Father's aim any more by hav‐
ing him worry.
Mayor Gregg stepped towards Father. "Here, I
have another bullet you can put in there."
Father shrugged. "No need, Gregg; I have five
more loaded in."
The mayor stopped. "What? You should only
have one . . ."
He couldn't finish the sentence before Father
shot him. The blood sprayed out of his disinte‐
grated head in a red mist. The crowd screamed
and Officer Turrow started for his own gun
when Father ended his life with a bullet to the
chest. Everyone pushed as far away as fast as
they could. He motioned for Ben, who ran to
him.
"I didn't know you knew how to shoot," Ben
said.
Father grabbed his hand and led him off the
back of the stage. "There's a lot you don't know
about me, boy."
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ents.
Cael made his way along the outskirts of camp, Now, after so many years, he was the best of
snow crunching beneath his boots, which made his kind.
sneaking up and around each tent difficult. He He stepped up next to the servant tent and lis-
hopped over ties, logs and other miscellaneous tened with care for movement inside. When he
items, and avoided the small number of guards as heard nothing, he quietly cut the thick material
much as possible. One look at him and they would from the base up, making an opening large
know exactly what he was and why he was there. enough for him to slip through. Once inside, he
Next to the biggest tent in camp sat a much found himself behind a stack of crates and slowly
smaller one meant for servants, which was exactly made his way around them. She came into view
where the queen would be. Cael knew this because when he peered around the stack.
he would have done the same thing, though he Niamh sat, head tilted, eyes closed as her fin-
was no king or any type of royalty. It only made gers drifted through her wolf’s coarse fur. Her
sense for the queen to choose the smaller tent, as sword perched against the right arm of her throne;
she was a warrior like Cael. silver shield, lined with gold and a black dragon at
You’re killing your own kind, flitted through its center against the left side, opposite the wolf. At
his head. He shook the thought. No, he wasn’t her sides and back sat two large black iron candela-
doing anything of the sort. She was a queen, he, brums, each holding seven tapered candles in seven
an assassin. One hired to kill her. End of story. But dragon’s mouths. A goblet sat upon the left arm of
a Nambrian … came the next doubt. He ques- the throne, her slender fingers barely touching its
tioned why he was even having doubts about kill- base. Cael’s eyes searched the rest of the tent, only
ing the cold-hearted queen of Nambria. He’d never to find she was alone with her guardian. He didn’t
even met her, and she certainly did nothing for his know about the wolf. It would make what he was
family so long ago. Nothing to save his father, no about to do much harder. That and the fact the
one to hear his mother’s cries as they murdered his queen should have been sleeping, not sitting on
father on the edge of the island at the black beach. her damn throne.
An island that once was the land of eternal youth. A low rumble made its way to Cael’s ears as
It had been several years and he still didn’t know the wolf growled. His presence had already been
who “they” were, but the boyhood nightmares still compromised. He was surprised it hadn’t hap-
haunted him. They had let him go. Allowed him pened sooner. Then Niamh opened her eyes and
to live, wander the land as an orphan, until he’d looked right at him. Cael didn’t step back. He
grown into a man. It was those years alone that merely took a step forward. She had seen him, and
prepared him for his profession—one not chosen that was enough.
by him, but one he fell into because he was good “Come forth,” she said in a soft voice, so light
at it—just like the men who had murdered his par- it floated to his ears, lifting his heart heavy of tor-
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ment for so many years. He knew he was in trou- skirt that stopped at her stomach, bare also. A
ble then because the queen was also Fae. Even as small, nearly insignificant piece of hide covered her
she sat upon her throne covered in large pelts for chest, not leaving much to his imagination, but his
warmth in this dismal, cold land, she held a radi- imagination went into overdrive, picturing her be-
ance unmatched by any other. The wolf’s muscles neath him. He attempted to distract the image and
twitched as Cael stepped forward again, into the saw her leather cuffs on each forearm, and she had
center of the tent. tribal markings on each upper arm. He recognized
“You’ve been sent to kill me,” Niamh stated. them as warrior signs, one that only women wore,
Her soft, fair skin radiated in the firelight, and her and they were rare symbols indeed, for there were
flaxen-brown hair showered over her broad shoul- not many women warriors.
ders in small braids. Deep blue eyes, hinted with “Who are you?” she inquired, her tone sweet
purple, sparkled and smiled at him, as though she as honey.
had been waiting for him. He said nothing. She grabbed his face and
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Cael only nodded leaned over until their noses almost touched. “Who
once, and the are you?” she repeated in a softer tone, and her
smile on Niamh’s breath floated over his lips.
face grew only Cael still said nothing as her soft fingers
slightly as he took squeezed his face, but he fought an irresistible urge
another step to- to kiss her.
ward her. He “Who paid you to kill me?” her Fae voice
walked with cau- sang.
tion to the center Nothing from Cael, though he fought desper-
of the tent, where ately to withhold telling her all about himself. It
he noticed the was her voice. It had to be. He’d never even ut-
floor felt odd be- tered the thought of revealing himself to anyone
neath his feet. In before.
that instant, he The Queen stood and sighed as she studied
leapt into a back- him for a moment. “Take him away, Sean.”
ward flip just as the net jerked up, partially catch- Sean pulled him to his feet. “What do you
ing him and leaving his legs to dangle. He wanted wish us to do with him, my Queen?”
to know how they rigged it, but his attempt to She looked at Sean and smiled. “Let him go.”
look at the ceiling proved fruitless as the net firmly “Are you mad? I mean … forgive my impu-
held his head in place. It was the first time in all dence, but he shall only attempt to kill you again.”
his years he’d been caught, and he cursed himself “He never really attempted to kill me in the
as the net turned, giving him a glimpse of Niamh’s first place.” She smiled wickedly. “And it will make
smile a few times. quite a challenge for you to keep up security.”
The guards ran into the tent and cut him Cael’s eyes flickered with a smile at her candor,
down, and Cael landed with a thud on the carpet- and intrigue of the beautiful woman set itself in his
covered earth. He was thankful for the soft landing. mind. “Cael,” he said as they dragged him away.
Niamh had yet to move during the entire time She turned around abruptly and told the guards
of his capture, but then she stood as he they forced to stop. Then she headed to him, and stopped just
him to his knees before her. His eyes scanned her in front of him. Cael stood up straight and looked
form, beginning at the feet. She wore deer-hide down at her. Large broad shoulders complimented
boots that ran the length of her long, slender his tall frame. His long shiny black hair framed his
calves, but leaving her knees bare. Half her thighs chiseled face and deep green eyes.
were bare as well, which was unheard of in these Niamh’s heart skipped at standing before such
parts. Covering the upper half of her thighs was a a powerful man. “Cael? This is your name?”
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“What made you decide to speak, Cael?” many great heroes, but disease was one attribute
He looked into her eyes and smiled. “So that that never graced the land. Niamh pictured the is-
the next time we meet, you shall know who I am.” land in her mind as it once was. Its mountains
“I see. The next time you attempt to kill me?” were tall and lush, with landscape from the bright-
“Of course.” est of greens to the blackest of pitch, and agate
She laughed. “So be it.” Niamh waved them rocks shimmered when the sunlight struck, creating
away. a beacon of stars the likes of which equaled those
Sean looked at her strangely, and then walked in the night sky. On the northern shore, white sand
him out of the tent as Niamh walked away. She sat stretched for miles along the coast, and at the is-
upon her throne once again and ran her fingers land’s southern tip, the sand turned black as obsid-
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through the wolf's fur. ian with flecks of copper and gold reflecting
“Until next time, Cael,” she whispered, and throughout the day and night. It was the land of
then sipped her wine. Sorrow clouded her eyes as the sídhe, the Fae, and whosoever set foot on the
she set the goblet down once she was alone. Cael’s island would never experience illness for as long as
appearance reminded her of the state her city and they were there.
island had become. Nambria had a diverse population of people
too. There were the Fae, who had left the emerald
isle known as Éire long ago after an invasion as
part of their surrender. Farmers and cattlemen lived
on the plains, tending to their fields and livestock;
and the common folk, who had escaped the emer-
ald isle with the Fae, lived peacefully under her
father’s rule. There were, of course, always those
perceived as troublemakers, and they were the
darker side of Nambria none wished to admit ex-
isted. But it was those dark-natured men who kept
the island safe when neighboring lands found
Nambria and attempted to take its riches. Niamh’s
father told her long ago to leave them alone. As a
warrior in her own right, Niamh understood them
well, and let them live under their own terms, so
long as they didn’t harm anyone on the isle, which
they had yet to do.
But dark days had come to what many called
Tír na nOg had once been a mystical city that the land of eternal youth, and with them, death and
sat within a vast valley on the island of Nambria, disease. The reigning King of Aplasia sought to
and it held its fair share of glory days. In fact, the make Nambria a part of his empire, and he would
city had never known otherwise. Its stone white stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it
walls were visible from miles around, and the city meant killing Niamh of the Tuatha Dé Danann
always seemed to hold a special glimmer of light, and the last of the reigning Fae, if she would not
making it easy for travelers on the island to find. take his hand in marriage.
However, travelers on sea had a most difficult time Niamh ruled as Queen of Nambria for many
locating the city and the isle of Nambria because a years, and was to wed the King’s brother Xavier,
dense circle of fog always surrounded its waters, but on one particular bright and sunny day, a mes-
put in place by the Fae long ago when they came senger brought forth news of her love’s murder.
to the land. The King of Aplasia, Zachariah, brought his ar-
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mies to Nambria not long thereafter, and darkness young boy who had witnessed the murders, and
fell over the lands. The city’s glimmer died, the didn’t he have black hair and emerald eyes? Niamh
land’s green landscape froze, and Niamh left her pictured Cael in her mind once more, and at-
city with her wolf guardian Xion and a small army tempted to look into his past, but the fates would-
to escape in hopes of defeating Zachariah another n’t allow it. Had her inaction brought about the
time. She now resided in the island’s mountainous man who stood before her earlier? Her eyes closed
regions, never staying in one place too long, for and a small sigh left her lips at the thought she
Zachariah searched for her constantly. However, might have created an assassin who should have
Niamh always knew when Zachariah was close been a farmer, just like his father.
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because she could see him approaching in her “By the gods, what have I done,” she mum-
mind, much as she saw the assassin he’d sent. bled as she rubbed her face.
Her thoughts turned back to Cael briefly and By the time Zachariah came, most of the Fae
why she’d let him go. A smile graced her lips as left Nambria as well, or intermingled with the hu-
her body warmed from the look in his eyes. She mans, where a good portion of their traits eventu-
knew he wouldn’t kill her. His destiny lay else- ally died out of the line. Zachariah’s arrival sur-
where, though she couldn’t see his future in its en- prised the darker men, as with the rest of Nambria,
tirety. Perhaps he was the one who would save her and none could take action fast enough before the
Queendom. She giggled at the thought. An assas- attacks began. If Niamh’s mourning hadn’t dis-
sin to become the unlikely hero? She supposed so, tracted her, she would have seen the impending
worse had happened in the past. darkness coming, but no man knew she mourned.
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It was something she didn’t allow anyone to see,
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meatballs. (Don't worry I will post the meatball instructions at a
later date)
lest her people think their Queen was weak, and it
was the reason they spoke of her cold heart as Use a 13X9 pan. You can use glass Pyrex or metal one.
Zachariah’s control grew. Some would say the ice Pour 1 can in pan to cover the entire bottom.
and snow covering the land was a direct result of Add seasonings (preferably all dried) Onion powder, Garlic pow‐
der, Basil and Parsley
Niamh’s loss. Perhaps they were correct, even if
they didn’t understand Fae magic. Shape meatloaf into a loaf and place in the pan
“Xion, am I the reason the land is frozen?” she
asked her wolf guardian as her fingers stroked the
fur. The wolf answered with a mournful howl, and
Niamh’s sadness plummeted into the depths of her
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Cover pan with tin foil and place in preheated oven.
Remove tin foil with about 15 min left to cook.
Cook for about 60 minutes or until meat reaches an appropriate
internal temp. Beef is about 160, poultry is about 180.
Continued from page 20 *Use a meat thermometer. They are a good tool, we don't want
you getting sick!
listed above and begin. You’re going to add seasoning to
taste... how much is totally up to you. No measuring.
Add one seasoning to the bread and mix it in well, then move
on to the other.
Add your meat and mix well into the bread. I have used a
spoon for this but the best method is using your hands. This
gets messy of course so having a helper is a good option. =P
Now repeat your seasoning process. One at a time and mixing
each individually into the meat and bread mix. Again, season Boil pasta to be ready just after your meat is done.
to taste.
Move meat to a platter or large dish for serving. Scoop all the
Add eggs and mix. Add Parmesan cheese mix sauce from the pan into a gravy dish or bowl for serving. Mix some
*You can also mix in a little Mozzarella if you like. of the sauce into cooked pasta to coat all the noodles.
Your mix will be pretty moist now because of the egg. Enjoy!
Add canned bread crumbs to help soak up the moisture. I
guess I use about 1/2 cup or so depending on the amount of
moisture in the mix. You don't want it too dry or too moist. If
it's too moist it will fall apart, especially when making it into
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her blue eyes. She popped them open when
another gust of wind blew, harder this time.
The oak tree shook, groaning.
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splashed inky darkness across the sky. A girl she raised her eyes to the night sky, breath-
chased her jacket, held aloft by the wind, ing in the cold air, and thanking the heavens
down a barren road, illuminated by flickering above.
street lights and lined with trashcans and
dented mailboxes. As the wind ceased, drop- She jumped up, and ran out of the neighbor-
ping her jacket, she stepped into a puddle try- hood, the leaf still clutched to her chest.
ing to catch it. She cussed, and shook her foot Painted across her face was that big smile.
in hopes of it drying quicker, water flying in all
directions. The silhouette dropped the curtain, no
longer interested in watching the grungy girl
The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes, wear- with torn clothing. Her blonde, grimy hair
ing nothing but a dark t-shirt and ratty jeans. waved after her, the wind tugging gently at
Her teeth were clenched tight to stop them it.
from knocking against each other; her jaw
aching. A gust of wind blew her golden, mat- He sighed, and turned towards the TV,
ted hair into her face. She fell to the ground watching it with dull eyes. Something inside
next to the tree, and let her eyes wander. him hoped she found a place to sleep on
this cold night, something wished he would
The neighborhood seemed deserted, a few have opened the door and invited her in,
porch lights flickering. From her seat, she thus she could be warm.
could see a TV flashing the news; a silhouette
got up to close the curtains as if it knew she The smile on her face would haunt him, the
was watching. way she looked so happy to receive a dying
leaf.
She ran her hands through the cold dirt. She
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her fingers, tickling slightly. A pebble was left
in her palm, white and as cold as ice. She Follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/AshelynnS
curled her fingers around it; bringing her arm
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across the street. It bounced in the gutter
across the road, landing on the sidewalk, then
rolled off, and back into the gutter again.
Poet’s Corner
The Prisoner The worse that it gets
I’ll soon find myself
Pain Wrapped in a cocoon
Strengthening
Body Will the beauty break free?
Weakening It’s the hope that I see
But that hope is fading quite fast
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Will
Fleeting
Life I just want to sleep
Feels defeating Rest, ‘til the future I seek
The future that will come to me at last
Standing on the edge of that well
I know it takes work
Mind A luxury I cannot achieve
Contorted Whilst the pain
Thoughts Flows through me
Distorted
Dreams It’s not that I’m not willing to try
Aborted A hard worker, am I
Because all When my body allows
Is purported Me to be free
And lingers on the edge of that well But this pain, it debilitates
Frustrates
I’ve grown weary And does not motivate
I’m tired Toward priorities that need to be done
My body is mired
Halting any thought processes Half asleep to the world
That need to move forward Half in pain in my own
Half my mind sings
The cycle never ends When there is nothing to be sung
Round and round
No hope to be found I’d much rather scream
And it’s the bottom of that well And live in my dreams
I hurtle toward Because there I feel no pain
With each day So I yell and I shout
There’s a sliver Make attempts to get out
A hope, just a glimmer But I am a prisoner of the pain
That all this will end very soon
© 2009 N. L. Gervasio
Photo © 2009 N.L. Gervasio
But with each passing day
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Poet’s Corner
The Rain Impotence
HE never stopped it, stepped in
Relying on you
Maybe
HE misjudged, miscalculated
Giving me to you
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Mistake
I feel
The Rain...
© 2010 T. Hoffman
Photo © Moriah Farmer
© 2005 H. C. Zuerner
Poet’s Corner
Leprechaun Why?
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Loss.
Trickery is his sword. Such a small word
Beware of Cunning and Sly. harbors such devastation.
No explanation,
a lack of understanding,
Bargain and bet, things change too quickly.
For secrets of riches has He. In the blink of an eye
people are gone.
They turn away and
Hidden caches of gold, I'm left
Yours if you hold his gaze. with only this word.
This word
which means so many things,
Avert or blink an eye,
I'm unable to explain.
He will be gone forever more. Without choice
I am left with only
one thought,
The wily Shoemaker,
one question:
Trap him if you dare. "Why?"
© 2010 Leslie Ackleson
© 2010 M. Hoffman
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