WitD3: Chapter 45, pt. 2

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Chapter 45, part 2


Every muscle in my body tensed as I turned to face him.

“I do not need Karen beyond that for which I have already used her. She is an accessory, a bauble, and just as easily discarded.”

I came to stand in front of him. “I promise, before this is over, you’re a dead man.” To Karen, I said, “Come on, Karen, open your ears. Hear what this sick fuck is actually saying.”

Karen continued to trace chalk runes around the circle as though I hadn’t spoken.

“Yes, Karen, by all means, hear that if this half-breed fails to uphold his end of the bargain, I will rape you to death, then rape your blood-soaked corpse right in front of him, just for fun. Also, the black flu golems you’ve made are still plentiful. Just think, by the time this disease is contained, you may very well be responsible for killing thousands.” Karen looked up from what she was doing with a warm smile, then Khalid chuckled. “Ah, who knows what she heard?”

I shut my eyes tight as I struggled to contain my temper. Through clenched teeth, I said, “Tenanye, I need you. Now.”

“Yes?” Gwen said, curt and impatient, as though she’d been standing next to me the entire time. The deep black dress she wore made her skin look like white marble. Her eyes behind the lacy black veil were full of contempt. She crossed her arms over her chest, and I realized just how much weight she’d lost.

“Stop this,” I said. “Make Karen hear what’s really being said.”

Gwen gave me a disdainful look. “What part of ‘his magic is stronger than mine’ was unclear for you?”

“My dearest Gwen,” Khalid said when he realized she had joined us. “I’m so glad that you are here. I have something for you.” He pulled the tarp from the statue of the demon and angel. “This was not seized along with the rest of my assets, because it has always belonged to you.”

“Indeed,” Gwen said, unmoved. “I accept your generous offer, djinn. I shall enjoy smashing it to sand for little more than my amusement.”

Khalid nodded. “Don’t forget spite, my dear,” he said as he turned his back on us.

I shook my head. “I don’t buy that. There has to be something…” It was then that I finally noticed the skylight. Several panels of sheet metal had been removed from the roof above the circle. Through the gaping hole, I watched clouds roll across the sky. There would be no protection from the coming rain. Or the sun.

I looked at Karen again as she referred to the book in her hands and tweaked the runes. She didn’t notice the ones she’d already drawn shifting behind her. Then again, if Khalid controlled what she heard, logically he could also control what she saw. Her reality was in his hands.

“I wondered when you were going to notice that,” Gwen said.

“What am I about to become?” I said with dull horror.

“A Pure vampire. Except, after your transformation, the circle will contain you.”

Ah. Of course. “So, when the sun rises, I’ll be dead. I guess I shouldn’t count on your help here, huh?”

“Judging by your tone, I think you know the answer to that. You know my True Name, Toby. I will never be safe for as long as you are alive.”

I nodded. I wasn’t even offended. “Well, I suppose there’s nothing to say, then, except Mata Diablo.” The dagger appeared in my hand as I turned toward Khalid. Gwen said nothing as I walked in his direction, but Karen happened to glance up.

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Toby!”

Every muscle in my body seized and I froze in place. Khalid looked over his shoulder, curious, saw the dagger, then scowled. I would’ve cursed if my mouth still worked, but all I could do was growl.

Karen held out her hand. “Come here. Come to me. It’s almost time to begin.”

My body turned, then my feet marched into the circle. I felt the wards slam closed behind me like the clang of a prison door. My legs bent then I dropped to my knees in front of Karen. My head bowed and my body relaxed, but I still couldn’t move. It was like my spirit was trapped in a heavy meat shell. I couldn’t even glare at Karen as she took Mata Diablo from me. She placed the weapon on the floor between us then took my hands in hers.

In that moment, I was achingly aware of just how unbalanced our relationship would always be. I was a vampire, half or otherwise, and that wasn’t going to change. Karen was human. At the end of the day, she would always be my primary food source.

Worse, she was an untrained necromancer. Her power over me would become absolute when this ritual was finished. Without intending to, without even realizing it, she had condemned me to death. Neither of us would ever be safe around the other. When this ritual was finished, so were we.

That hurt so much more than the knowledge I was about to die.

Karen’s fingers tightened until the blood blanched from her knuckles. She took a breath through her nose then said, “The time has come, the powers that be, almighty universe, work now through me.”

The candle flames tripled in size then began to jump and flicker. The ugly music of the city faded to silence as the hair on my body stood on end. Even the dust held still, suspended in the air by thick magic.

“Behold, wondrous nature. Death-bringer and life-giving mother.” The echo enhanced the resonance in Karen’s voice. “Pray, heed your modest servant, and bestow upon me a small portion of your power. I kneel, humble and unworthy, as I impose upon your vast generosity.”

I soaked up the warmth of her fingers and took a deep breath of her scent. If I survived, I hoped the memory of both could carry me through the centuries.

Karen released my hands to place a large mason jar in front of me. Thick red sludge swirled around the bottom. I could smell metallic blood despite the jar’s tight lid. Inside, a crude clay sculpture rattled against the glass. I recognized it at once as the same vessel Karen had used to trap Alex Shepherd. A green caterpillar crawled along the misshapen torso, on a blind quest for food.

As Karen’s focus shifted to the ritual, her domination over me began to subside. Control of my body returned, and I looked up at the skylight again. I had until about noon the next day before I was barbequed alive. I wished I could warn Karen, but there was no telling what Khalid would let her hear. I had to find some way to snap her out of his control, but…

Then it hit me. I knew what to say. Shit, I’d been told what to say, the key phrase to wake her up. I just hadn’t realized it at the time. I had no reason to believe it would work, but a shot in the dark still has a chance to hit.

To Gwen, I said, “When this is over, you have to forgive him.”

Khalid blinked in surprise as Gwen’s entire being darkened. “You can’t be serious,” she said.

“I am, and I’m not Pure yet. When this is over, you will give him a chance to make this right.” The way Karen looked at me, she seemed to be able to hear my words as they are spoken. Mentally, I crossed my fingers.

Gwen made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. “Forgetting for the moment that such a thing a beyond the realm of possibility, your influence over me ends when you are a Pure vampire. I am under no obligation to promise you anything.”

“Then listen to reason. He loves you. I mean, he really, really loves you.”

Khalid’s eyes narrowed, as though trying to figure out my game, but he said nothing.

“People throw that word around and most have no idea what it means. But I do.” I looked at Karen. “I do.”

Karen’s brow furrowed. I could tell that my words were registering, and that she knew I wasn’t talking about her.

“I loved Justine,” I said. “More than I thought it was possible to love someone. The worst part about laying in that cold grave was knowing that she put me there. Compared to that, the stake in my heart was nothing. That’s the wound that won’t heal. I’d almost convinced myself that I hated her, but you were right. Love and hate aren’t so different. You really can feel both at the same time.”

Karen bowed her head with a wounded smile.

I wasn’t done. “With love and hate, you find yourself thinking about the other person all the time. That feeling wraps itself around your heart and squeezes. It always hurts. Everything reminds you of the other person. Every sight, every smell, every sound, somehow leads back to them. The memories poke you in that sore place over and over.” I put my hand on the side of her face, and Karen grabbed my wrist. “Over the last couple of years, being around you, I’ve been able to shove Justine to the back of my mind. But she’s always there. She’s always close.”

Karen’s bottom lip quivered as she nodded in sad understanding. I felt like shit for hurting her.

“They say time heals all wounds, but not love. Time and distance don’t change love. That scar is always ready to break open again. It still hurts. It still bleeds.”

Karen jerked as though I’d slapped her. She stared at me, the blood draining from her face, as the magic around us began to dissolve.

Khalid sensed the change and took a step forward. “Karen, my love? Is everything alright?’

Karen blinked several times. She looked around, as though having no idea how she’d come to be there.

It was almost too much to hope for. “Karen?” I said.

Karen looked at me again, then cleared her throat. “I’m fine,” she said as she picked up the jar of sludge. “Let’s do this before it’s too late.”

I couldn’t contain my disappointment. I bowed my head as I whispered, “Fuck.”

Karen’s voice hardened. “Transformation. Sacred magic that has existed since the beginning of time. Holy transformation, that which births entire worlds from dust.” She removed the lid from the jar, then dropped in a sparkling pebble. “Transformation, that which forms diamonds from coal.”

Inside the jar, the caterpillar twitched. Its body darkened then bulged out, hardening to an instant cocoon.

“Sacred transformation, that which molds the beautiful butterfly from the creeping caterpillar.”

The cocoon split, then shimmering purple wings unfurled from the crack.

The reverberation in Karen’s voice grew stronger. “Transformation, push back death and decay. Transform and transcend, pure and beautiful, the price of metamorphosis paid forward.”

The butterfly twitched, then curled in on itself. Its wings shriveled and turned black.

“Transform, a debt to be repaid with the blood of thousands.”

The butterfly continued to shrink, then delicate tendrils of red rose from the sludge. I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. Our hair slid over our shoulders, drifting toward the jar as cracks formed in the glass.

Karen spoke louder and with greater authority. “Transformation. Light and energy. As water becomes ice. As gas become stars.”

The butterfly exploded in white flames as the jar shattered. The fire compressed into a pinprick of light. It pulled in every shard of glass and drop of red muck. I felt Shepherd’s scream echo deep in my soul as his figurine dissolved into the tiny cosmic void. The spark hovered between us, singeing the skin on my face.

Karen picked up the Tepes chalice. She scooped the cup under the newborn star, then placed it on the ground again. The brilliant ember remained cradled within, its gleam blinding against the polished gold interior of the cup.

“Fire, crucible of creation and destruction. Purest fire, unmake then remake, ageless and purified. Beacon through the ages. Chosen creator. Bestow your sacred power upon this, the essence of life.”

Karen held her wrist over the chalice as she picked up Mata Diablo with her other hand. She pressed the blade against her dark veins, then hesitated.

“I can’t,” she said after a second. “I’m sorry, my hands are shaking too hard. I’m afraid I’ll go too deep.” She looked at Khalid. “My lord, will you please help me?”

“Of course, my treasure,” he said with infinite patience. He stepped into the circle, placing his hand on her shoulder as he crouched beside her. He reached forward to take Mata Diablo from her hand.

The look on Karen’s face shifted to cold fury as she buried Mata Diablo to the hilt in Khalid’s throat. She yanked the blade free, then Khalid’s blood spurted over her like a red fountain.

“What did you make me do?” she screamed, broken and hysterical. I watched in disbelief as she tackled him to the ground. He flailed at her, but didn’t have the strength to keep her from stabbing him over and over.

I finally overcame my shock then scrambled to my feet. Khalid’s blood pooled over the runes, releasing me from his trap. I lifted Karen off Khalid’s soon-to-be corpse, and she wailed in demented grief. She was heavy in my arms as I pulled her back.

Choking for breath, Khalid stretched a trembling hand toward Gwen. Without any obvious emotion, Gwen watched him drown in his own blood. Khalid’s eyes rolled back in his head as he gave a final sputter, then went limp. It might’ve been my imagination, but the human vessel’s skin seemed to brighten when the dark essence left it.

Gwen shook her head. “Fools.”

Before I could respond, Karen said, “My, my, what big strong arms you have, half-breed.”

It was Karen’s voice, but I’d know that fucking accent anywhere. Her sharp elbow crunched against my still-tender nose, then she ran.

<<<Chapter 45, pt. 1

Chapter 46 (The End!!!)>>>

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WitD3: Chapter 45, pt. 1

*The Watcher in the Darkness Series and all characters contained therein are the sole copyright of K.M. Spires. All rights reserved.*

The Watcher in the Darkness series contains adult situations, graphic violence, and lots and lots of bad language. Rated M for Mature, seriously.

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Chapter 45, Part 1


I have no idea how Michael kept going. By day three with less than an hour’s sleep, his skin looked like bread dough. His hair stuck up at weird angles, and he jumped at every loud noise. His eyes were so bloodshot, he looked stoned. Or maybe feral.

I tried to help him as best I could, but I’m not a caregiver. “Suck it up” wouldn’t keep the others from puking and shitting themselves feral. The best I could do was donate my room and stay out of Michael’s way. I didn’t mind. I had my own stuff to deal with. Any day, I expected a visit from Sebastian about respecting territory. Hell, if I didn’t have a warrant out, it’d be a miracle.

It wouldn’t have killed the High Council to send someone to help. They gave the Sanctuary enough cold blood to keep the others sane, but that’s it. I wished I had the authority to make the established vampires do the right thing. Maybe, after I was Pure…I don’t know.

My hand drifted to the leather bag Khalid had given me. It was still there, still tied shut. It still held my change of clothes, which was still wrapped around the chalice. The strap never left my shoulders, even when I slept. Not that I slept much.

I’d fed. I’d packed. I’d settled my affairs, such as they were. There was nothing left to do but kill time, and it wasn’t going down easy.

I sat in one of the folding chairs in the common room, bent over my sketchbook. My hand flew across the paper so fast that the card table shook. Michael sat across from me, staring straight ahead without blinking.

“Are you sure it’s going to happen tonight?” It surprised me that he’d spoken. I didn’t think he was awake.

“It’s the new moon,” I said without looking up from my drawing. It had started as a self-portrait, but my hand had other ideas.

“Did that unholy spirit…Khalid. Did Khalid tell you the ritual would take place on this particular new moon? Did Karen?”

What the hell, did he think I wasn’t anxious enough? “Not in so many words, no.”

Michael winced when one of the vampires on the couch began to throw up into a plastic bucket. After what felt like forever, the horrible retching stopped. “It could be that Karen needs more time to prepare her side of the ritual.”

I felt my eyebrows draw into a tight knot. “Maybe,” I said, concentrating on shading. Turns out, the drawing was of Michael, exactly as he looked in that moment.

“What’s one more year to someone like him? What’s one more year to you?”

I shrugged. “That’s cool. Until Khalid upholds his side of the bargain, Gwen is mine. I can think of a hundred uses for a fairy slave. Today.”

Michael shook his head as his scowl deepened. “There are some forces that shouldn’t be tampered with, Toby. Infernals and fairies top that list. Don’t you remember the fairy tales you heard as a kid?”

I gave him a deadpan look.

“Oh. Right. Sorry. Anyway, trying to manipulate a fairy always backfires. They are the personification of chaos. There is no gain without sacrifice. That is the first law of nature. Those creatures are nature, terrible and beautiful, all at the same time.”

“I’ll take my chances. There are things that I’ll need when I’m Pure. I should get it all while I still have that twink under my thumb.”

“What sort of things?” Michael said, as though he didn’t know.

“Territory. A herd. Money. A home. Unless you want me to live here forever.”

“You are always welcome here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Could you sound more like a robot when you say that?”

“I’m just tired. My point is, do you think using fairy magic to get that stuff will come with no strings attached? Especially when said fairy hates you?”

“She can just deal,” I said, too loud. “She belongs to me until I’m turned, so I’m going to get all my ducks in a row now. As a matter of fact, I hope they don’t do the ritual tonight.”

Michael stared at me, as though wondering who I was. “Are you okay?”

I met his gaze for several seconds, then his eyes widened with understanding. We both knew, wherever Khalid was, he was listening. If not him, then some other fairy was keeping tabs. I wanted to remind everyone what was at stake here.

“So,” Michael said, after an awkward silence. “Have you told your family yet?”

My face screwed up in confusion. “My what? Oh, you mean Hlin and Sebastian? No.” Honestly, it hadn’t even occurred to me.

“Don’t you think they’ll want to know?”

“I dunno. Probably. I’ll give them a heads up when it’s over.” I pushed the drawing across the table then leaned back in my chair. I wasn’t crazy about how his face had turned out, but I was kind of proud of the folds in his clothes.

Michael seemed impressed as he picked up the notebook. After a moment, he said, “Shit, do I really look like that?”

“Sorry, dude. You know, I’ve given Gwen long enough to get over the babies. It’s time to go back to work. I think I’ll shrink her down to about the size of a parrot. She can sit on my shoulder and grant my wishes all day long.” I waited, but nothing happened. “Naked.”

“Toby…” Karen’s voice was so clear, it was as though she stood right next to me. Michael raised an eyebrow at the smile that spread across my face. “It’s time. Come to me.”

I got up without a word, turned, then walked out of the room. Behind me, Michael said, “Okay. Bye, I guess.”

The instant I stepped outside, the night wind twisted my hair into knots. I could smell rain in the distance, wet earth, traffic, and, as always, piss. There wasn’t a trace of jasmine.

“This way.”

I jogged down the cobblestone pathway to the sidewalk. There, I turned right for no other reason than I knew this was the way I needed to go. At the corner, the urge to climb onto the roof of the warehouse across the street swept over me.

“Just a little further.” Karen’s voice was a spur in my side, and I broke into a dead sprint.

‘Just a little further’ turned out to be over a mile. It bothered me to find out Karen could compel me from that far. Even so, I could no more turn around than I could pluck off my own legs. When I finally dropped into an empty alleyway, every nerve in my body was on fire.

I turned in a complete circle, but there was nowhere Karen could’ve been hiding. “Karen?” I sounded angrier than I felt, because even my voice has resting bitch face. “Where are you?”

“Behind you.” I spun around to find nothing but a wall of clouded glass. “You can come in, Toby.”

I smashed out a large panel with my bare fist, then crawled in through the gap. Like Kingdom Come, nothing of value remained in the wide, open space. I saw a maze of rusted metal racks and gritty cardboard boxes. Dust mote clouds floated in the shafts of light from the street. The air reeked of mold and rotting garbage, but still no jasmine.

“Karen?” The ache in my chest began to burn. “Karen, where are you?”

“I’m here.”

I turned around, then let out a huge breath. A spiral staircase near the smashed window led to a second story landing. Above, I saw the flickering light of several candles. Karen stood on the bottom step, looking gorgeous in plain jeans and a vee-neck tee shirt. Her hair hung loose on her shoulders. Her big doe eyes were wide and a little worried. She opened her mouth, as though to speak, then closed it again. Anxiety sparkled in her blood.

I closed the distance between us in two strides then pulled her into a tight hug. I buried my face in her neck, and her hair was like silk against my cheek. Before she could say a word, my mouth was over hers.

For a second or two, Karen was too shocked to react. Hell, I’d surprised myself. I guess I thought, if I never got another opportunity…who am I kidding? I just wanted to kiss her. I’d missed her like a bird with a broken wing misses the sky.

Karen’s arms tightened around my shoulders as her mouth moved against mine. She might’ve had the softest lips in the world. I know she had the sweetest breath. Her body fit against mine as though she’d been made for me. My heart slammed against my ribcage, and I could feel hers beating just as hard. The tip of my tongue darted out to sneak a taste of her, and she sucked in a sharp breath. My stomach dropped as my mind cracked open to let in all the light of the universe. I’d never had a kiss feel like that before, not even with Justine. At the same time, it was like I’d kissed Karen a hundred times; very safe and familiar.

I wanted to stay there, right there in that perfect moment, for the rest of my life. I wanted to forget the world and all the bullshit hassle that went along with it. I wanted to deepen the kiss and see where it led.

But that was impossible. Trevor, and Justine, stood between us like a canyon. One was dead, and the other would die if we dared to cross that gap. Karen wouldn’t be able to live with that, so this was as close as we’d ever get.

Karen pulled away first. “Are you okay?” she said, an emotional crack in her voice.

I let out a short laugh as I set her back on her feet. “That’s what I should be asking you. I’ve been dying. Where have you been?”

Karen gave a nervous shrug. “I’ve been around.”

“Where? Have you been safe? Is Khalid taking care of you?”

Karen blinked, as though caught off guard. “Yes, of course. How did…?” She stopped then shook her head. “I would’ve reached out, but I thought you’d still be pissed about your arraignment.”

I made a face. “My arraignment?” My arraignment felt as though it had happened in another life. “No, I’m way over that.” I began to understand just how much of Karen’s memory Khalid had wiped.

Karen took a step back. “Lord Ahriman said that your case got dismissed. Look, I know you thought you needed to be punished, but you already spent thirty years in the ground. That was enough punishment over something you couldn’t control. I couldn’t let you go to jail, too.”

The truth hit me like a sledgehammer to the face. “It was you. It was you all along. Hlin had nothing to do with my case getting thrown out. Your deal with Khalid was never about the money. You gave thirty years so I wouldn’t have to.” The look on Karen’s face confirmed it. “You really, really, really shouldn’t have done that.”

“I had to. You would’ve died in there.”

“Better me than you.”

Karen took my hands in hers. “We’ll have to agree to disagree.” She looked at me at last then forced a smile. “So, are we ready to do this?”

With that, our moment was over. Reality had been waiting, right around the corner, ready to pounce and drag us down. Defeat took away my ability to speak, so I just nodded.

Karen took a deep breath as she started to tremble. “Do you have it with you?” she said, then winced. “Shit, what am I saying, of course you have it with you. I’m sorry. That was so dumb.”

I waved away her embarrassment as I dug the chalice out of the pouch. I placed it in her hands, then Karen’s eyes widened.

“Are you fucking kidding me with this? The Impaler spared no expense, did he?” Karen bowed her head then swallowed hard. “Okay. Let’s do this. Everything is almost ready.”

Karen turned, then I followed her up the steep metal stairs. I hate spiral staircases. I always feel like I’m going to hit my head. Halfway up, I just stopped. It was like there was a wall of thick gel I couldn’t push through. I fought the urge to turn around, but couldn’t make myself go any further.

Karen turned with a frown when she realized I was no longer behind her. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a pretty O as she understood. “Are you sure you want to be a vampire?” she said. “I can make you human. You know, if you want. You never know, you might be better off. You won’t have to worry about the sun or getting wet. You won’t have to hunt for blood anymore, or worry about whose territory you’re on. You can finally have a normal life. Please, Toby. Please?”

It was easier to let go of my lifelong dream than I ever would’ve thought possible. “Okay.” Karen’s eyes filled with tears as she took a shuddering breath. “Let’s do it. Make me human.”

Karen blinked, then she turned to walk up the stairs. “Fine,” she said, her voice growing empty. “Pure vampire, it is.”

I felt as though I’d been hit by a taser. “What? Wait, no. I said to make me human.” I rushed to catch up with her. “Karen, can you hear me?”

Khalid waited for us on the second floor, his hands folded in front of him. This level was cleaner than the one below, having been emptied of shelves and garbage. A magic circle drawn in white chalk dominated the center of the room. Black candles burned in the four cardinal directions. In the shadows, I saw something tall covered in a cheap tarp. It didn’t take long for me to figure out what it was.

“That wasn’t part of the deal, half-breed,” Khalid said as he gave Karen a consoling hug. “The terms of our agreement were that Karen would turn you into a Pure vampire, upon which you would relinquish all control over Gwen. You’re not backing out now, not when we’re all so close.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Karen, you don’t have to do what this asshole says. He made you help him kill hundreds of people. You don’t owe him anything, and he only has as much power over you as you give him. Goddamn it, Karen, answer me!”

“She cannot hear you speak ill, and she cannot hear you ask to become anything except a Pure vampire.” Khalid sounded annoyed at having to explain it.

“What the hell does that mean, ‘she cannot hear me speak ill’?” I decided to test that theory. “Hey, Karen. Your tits are popping out of that shirt.”

Karen lifted her head from Khalid’s chest then gave me a long, hard look. “Punch yourself in the face,” she said.

My hard fist shattered the cartilage in my nose and a white flash of pain brought me to my knees.

Khalid couldn’t hide his amusement. “Perhaps I should have clarified; she cannot hear you speak ill against me. Dreadfully sorry.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” I said through bloodied fingers. I breathed through my mouth as Karen walked to the ritual circle. I braced myself then yanked down hard on my broken nose before it could heal at a weird angle. I bit back a growl of agony as the bones ground back into place.

“As I was saying, that was the letter of our agreement reached in the presence of the Elder council. They will allow nothing else, therefore neither will I.”

“Well, then, I have no reason to be here,” I said as I got to my feet.

I turned to walk down the stairs, then Khalid’s voice became merciless. “If you take Gwen from me, then Karen’s life is forfeit.”

<<<Chapter 44

Chapter 45, pt. 2>>>

WitD3: Chapter 44

*The Watcher in the Darkness Series and all characters contained therein are the sole copyright of K.M. Spires. All rights reserved.*

The Watcher in the Darkness series contains adult situations, graphic violence, and lots and lots of bad language. Rated M for Mature, seriously.

<<<Start at the beginning



Spinning Wheels


I’ve been banned from Blogzilla for acting like a racist dickbag, so I made a LifeJournal account. Why, you ask? Because this has been the longest fucking three days of my life, and if I don’t distract myself, I’m going to lose my shit.

Does that make me sound like a pussy? What do I care? No one will ever read this. Thank god for privacy settings.

The thing is, I’m not anxious about becoming a Pure vampire. Mostly, I just think about Karen.

The first thing I did when I got back from fairy world was go to Kingdom Come. It was empty. I’d expected that, but it was like no one had ever been there. The whole building was marked for demolition. Inside, all the fancy decorations were gone. The light fixtures had been ripped down, and the walls gutted for copper wire. There wasn’t even a trace of Karen’s scent in her room.

I have no idea where to begin looking for her, or if she’s safe. I keep reminding myself that Khalid needs her, so he’s going to do everything in his power to keep her happy. If I let myself believe anything else…

I hate this feeling. I’m pissed at myself, and not just for the obvious reasons. I’m getting the only thing I thought I ever wanted. I should be excited, but I’m not. I’m dreading it.

I guess I could focus on the great things about being a Pure vampire, but I can’t remember what they are. Right now, staying out of direct sunlight is annoying. When I’m Pure, it’ll be a matter of life and death. Right now, if I get caught in the rain, or splashed by a puddle, I get wet and chapped. After I’m Pure, my skin will fall off.

I’m already strong. I’m already fast. I don’t need to fly.

Maybe my thirst won’t be as bad without this stupid human metabolism, but that’s the best I can come up with. Centuries of youth and beauty only appeal to humans because they lose theirs so fast. Being attractive has never mattered to vampires.

Speaking of which, I’ve been staring at my reflection a lot lately. I’ve always avoided that before. I’m trying to memorize my face, not that it’ll make a difference. Fairies control the mirror world. Before long, I’ll forget what I look like, just like every other vampire.

When I sleep, I keep the chalice under my mattress, but I wake up every fifteen minutes to make sure it’s still there. When I’m hunting, it’s in a pouch under my hoodie, right next to my skin.

Khalid said the ritual is going to burn a lot of energy. I need to make sure my nutrition is way up, so I don’t go feral halfway through. I don’t want to risk hurting Karen the same way I hurt Justine. Making sure my system is bursting with fresh blood has become my full-time, stress-filled job.

On the flip side, I get struck by flashes of panic that I need to get rid of the chalice. Like, throw it as hard as I can into the ocean. It won’t work. The chalice will be waiting for me wherever I go. The fairies will make sure of that.

I guess there’s one more advantage to being Pure. My emotions won’t kick my ass anymore. Hlin says being a vampire is like having a mind as tranquil as a mountain lake. But that’s coming from Hlin. I don’t think she’s ever had emotions, even when she was human.

People glamorize what it is to be a vampire. That’s a throwback to the days when vampires raised humans the same way humans raise cattle. We kept them safe and healthy in exchange for the occasional sacrifice, and they worshipped us like gods. Even now, so many vampires are treated like celebrities that are famous for being famous. Not that I wouldn’t take a piece of that, but that’s not what’s waiting for me. I have no reason to believe my life will get any easier after I’m Pure.

But I still want it. Or maybe I don’t. But I do. Then again, I don’t. I’m pretty sure I’m bipolar now.

Once upon a time, I didn’t feel anything except anger. It felt good to fight. It felt good to fuck and never look back. If I’d known that caring about someone else would hurt so much, I would’ve stayed far away from people.

Karen, wherever you are, please be okay.

<<<Chapter 43

Chapter 45, pt. 1>>>

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WitD3: Chapter 43

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Chapter 43


I made it back to the Sanctuary right before nightfall. The sunset sky was still bright red, so most of the Disavowed were in their pajamas. I didn’t know their names, and I didn’t stop to talk to anyone, but it was a huge relief to be around other vampires.

I finally found Michael leaning in the open doorway of the common room. He stared through the rolling picture on the television, lost in thought.

I didn’t know where to begin, so I said, “Hey.”

Michael yawned, deep circles under his eyes. “Hey, Tobias.” He jerked in surprise then spun toward me, his eyes wide. “Toby? Sweet bloody Jesus, where in the hell have you been?”

I took a step back at his intensity. “What? Why, what happened?’

Michael look at me as though this was the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard. “What happened? You’ve been missing for over a week, that’s what happened.”

I made a face. “What? No. I just left this morning.” Even as I spoke, I knew he was right and I was wrong.

“No,” he said, slow and deliberate, “a security camera caught you jumping off the roof of a hospital nine days ago. They didn’t find a body or any blood, but you were gone. I’ve filed a missing persons report, and everything. Hell, enough time’s passed, the cops told me that you were most likely dead.”

I closed my eyes as I shook my head. My life had gotten way too weird. “Well, I’m fine. Do I need to call somebody, or something?”

Michael shrugged. “Maybe Sebastian? I know they said they were going to question him.”

I thought about this then nodded. “Yeah. If I ever get murdered, he’d be the first person I’d look at.”

Michael passed his hand over his face. “You’ve missed so much. Your trial, for starters.”

My blood ran colder as I braced for the worst. “Is it over? Did they convict me?”

“No. The judge recused himself, claiming some sort of conflict of interest.”

“What? What conflict? What does that mean? Did they move the trial again?”

“No, they dismissed all charges.”

I stared at him, but I wasn’t even surprised. In fact, I’d kind of expected as much. Of course, I was going to be a free man. I’d worked so hard for the exact opposite.

As though sensing my disappointment, Michael said, “It’s been established by natural law that a feral vampire has no control over their actions.” He hesitated, as though he didn’t want to tell me the next part. “That, and all the files pertaining to your case disappeared after DA Halloran died. Five minutes after we were seated, the new judge threw out the case. So, congratulations, I guess?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Okay. Well, what about the assault charges? What about Elaina?”

“The statute of limitations expired, Toby. Too much time has passed.”

This was not the time to talk down to me. “Dude, I know what statute of limitations means.”

“I know you know,” Michael said, ever patient. “It’s hard, but there are some things you just can’t change. Now, where have you been?”

I laughed once in the back of my throat. “Dude, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Michael crossed his arms. “Try me.”

So, I did. I told him everything, and I spared no detail. By the time I’d finished, four of the Disavowed had gathered around us.

A male, golden-blond vampire spoke first. “Dude, bullshit.”

I gave him a go-to-hell look. I think, as a human, he’d been some sort of model. His career prospects dried up fast when he couldn’t be photographed anymore. He was extra screwed after his Progenitor lost interest. “You are giving me way too much credit if you think I can make up something like that.”

He made a face. “I’ve read your blog. You’re just trying to get attention.”

“Yeah, because everyone that knows me knows I’m all about that attention. Kindly see yourself the fuck out of this conversation.”

Golden Boy’s nose wrinkled as he turned to walk back into the common room. Song rolled her wheelchair into the gap he left behind. Her armrest rammed my thigh before she jerked on the brakes. I turned my hips, since she was at cock-punching level.

“Look who finally came back,” she said. Judging by her tone, I don’t think she missed me. “Thanks for forgetting me at that blood bar, asshole.”

“Yeah, sorry. Something came up.” It was weird, but I felt actual guilt. “How did it go?”

Song shrugged. “Fine. Better when he finally decided to bring me back.” She held up her hand, and I noticed that her missing fingers had begun to regenerate. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“So, you have a bona fide fairy at your beck and call now?” one of the other vampires said. Snarls matted her dark hair. Her eyes and cheeks were hollow, and her clothes hung off her frame. This told me she was Newborn, and still too chicken-shit to bite a human.

Late to the conversation, Song made a face as she looked back and forth between us. “What?”

The third vampire pointed her chin at me. This one had spiky red hair and a fading tattoo on her cheek. “Prove it. Make her do something.”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t work that way.” Actually, it totally worked that way for the next three days, but I had nothing to prove to these people.

Ginger shook her head. “Let’s just say the Tepes Chalice and the fairy slave…let’s say all of that’s real. You’re going to use your only wish to become Pure? Are you crazy? Why don’t you use it to become human?”

I wondered if she was joking. “Why in the hell would I do that?” I said.

“Why wouldn’t you?” The fourth vampire was a middle-aged woman trapped in the body of a ten-year-old girl. She’d gotten turned for the same reason almost every child got turned. Most vampires were too polite to talk about it. “You’d be free. You could go out in the sun and the rain.”

“The sun burns, and water makes me shed skin too, you know.”

“But they don’t kill you,” Skinny said. “Christ, I would give anything to feel a hot shower again.”

Little Girl got a faraway look in her eyes. “I miss ice cream the most. I barely remember it anymore.”

Ginger snorted. “No, Emily had it right. I miss the sun. I used to love laying out in the sun. I miss my freckles. Now, I get migraines if the moon is too bright.”

Her comment jarred me. “Shit, the moon. When is the next new moon?”

Song looked at me like I was a dick for asking. “What do I look like, NASA? Google that shit.”

Skinny said, “No, the worst part about being a vampire is knowing that everyone we care about is going to grow old and die long before we do.”

The others turned on me when I scoffed.

“So, there’s no one you care about?” Michael said. I could tell he was offended.

Ginger drew her shoulders back. “Yeah, what about your little girlfriend? Or did she dump you when you went to prison?”

“No, I…wait, what girlfriend?”

Little Girl tugged on my sleeve.  “That cute dark-haired girl you used to hang out with. Whatever happened to her? She was nice. She never treated me like a kid.”

“I believe Emily is referring to Karen,” Michael said, as though I was too stupid to figure that out.

“I’m doing this for Karen,” I said. “It’s the only way I can get close to her now”.

“It may not be that simple, Toby,” Michael said. “I have a bad feeling about this. You might have to make a choice when the time comes; to become a Pure vampire or save Karen.”

If he was right, I didn’t even have to think about what I’d choose. Rather, who I’d choose. Before I could say as much, a well-dressed vampire pushed his way into the circle. The other Disavowed, except for Song, scattered like tuna before a great white shark.

“Greetings,” he said in a cool tone. This new vampire reeked of age and Purity. “Which of you is the proprietor of this establishment?”

Michael’s eyes narrowed as he looked him over. I sensed his guards go up. He wasn’t used to dealing with established vampires, never mind agents of the High Court. “Uh…me, I guess?”

Mr. Pure shoved a rolled-up piece of paper into Michael’s hands. “In accordance with the Genoa Treaty of 1349, all Turned vampires, with or without territory, as well as any Turned Disavowed, are commanded to report immediately to their nearest CDC outpost. There, they are to cooperate with human officials and perform organic hemorrhagic dialysis on as many victims of the Black Flu as their systems can tolerate.” Before anyone could open their mouths to protest, the Pure vampire said, “This command is nonnegotiable. Any vampire found to be not in compliance will face dire consequences.”

Mr. Pure straightened his perfect suit jacket then readjusted his perfect tie. He turned to leave, which was when he noticed me. He stared at my fangs and yellow eyes, then looked as though he’d sucked on a lemon. “Half-humans are exempt.” He turned his attention back to Michael as the other Disavowed grumbled in resentment. “Agents of the High Court will check in periodically.” He nodded once, then walked away.

Song shook her head as the Pure bastard pushed through the Sanctuary doors. “Are you sure you want to be one of us?” she said before rolling back into the common room.

<<<Chapter 42, pt. 4

Chapter 44>>>

WitD3: Chapter 42, pt. 4

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Chapter 42, Part 4

The words flew out before I realized I was going to speak. “Gwen, go into that huge boulder over there.”

Xi froze. I didn’t know it was possible for a snake to look surprised.

I pressed the advantage. “Don’t ever come out. Not until I release you, or time stops.”

The gathered fairykin, including Xi, looked at the Elders.

Gwen’s eyes glistened, and her jaw trembled. I felt like a giant prick, but said, “You will stay in that rock forever. When it is sand, you will live in the sand.” I turned toward Khalid. For the first time since I’d known him, he appeared to be at a loss. “Did you see that coming, you fuck?”

Gwen slouched in despair as she took a step toward the pillar of stone. “No,” Hot Sister said as she threw her arms around Gwen. “Please, vampire, have mercy.”

My eyes still locked with Khalid’s, I held up my hand. “Actually, hold up, Gwen. You only have to go into the boulder if one of your brothers…hell, if any of these freak fairies come anywhere near me. In fact, go in if anything happens to me at all, ever. Even if it’s an accident. If I stub my toe in the dark, you go into that fucking boulder. Do you understand?”

Gwen bowed deep, then glared at Khalid. “Yes, my master,” she said in a barbed tone.

A spike of fury jumped off Khalid. “Well played, bloodsucker.”

The scales that formed Xi’s brow drew into a knot. He gave Hot Sister a sharp look, then jerked his head toward me.

Rhiannon’s beauty became almost unbearable when she smiled. She took a step in my direction and I backed away on reflex. “You just…keep your distance” I said.

“So, you say.” Her voice was a rich purr. “But your body says come ever so much closer. I can, if you like.”

Yes, please. “No.” I shook my head hard to clear it.

“Don’t you want me to?” Her disappointed tone cut me in half.

I did. God help me, I wanted nothing else. “I don’t trust you.”

Rhiannon’s pretty smile made an even prettier pout. My hands ached to know if her skin was as soft as the silk that clung to her body. “As well you shouldn’t. But I propose that we put an end to these games. I desire nothing except my precious sister’s freedom. In exchange, I offer one night of my favor.”

The passenger in my pants was immediately on board with this idea. I caught myself before I could agree outright. “Are you saying…”

“Sex. I would let you fuck me. One night of my warmth and considerable skill. In exchange, I would have your oath that my sister will be released at daybreak.”

She was making a lot of sense. However, if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is. She had an angle, I just couldn’t see what it was with her standing so close. “I can’t,” I said.

Rhiannon tilted her head. “You can’t? Seems to me you’re more than capable.”

“Well, maybe—wait, no. No.” I shut my eyes tight. “I can’t. I need Gwen’s help to free Karen.”

“Karen is free, remember?” I could hear the smile return to  Rhiannon’s voice. “That wholly unworthy djinn has been stripped of all his assets. There is nothing standing between us.”

Oh, yeah. My relief turned my limbs to jelly. Before I could make a move toward Rhiannon, Khalid said, “She is wrong.”

I glared at him. Cock blocker.

“Yes, my wealth and property have been taken, but Karen falls under neither category. Ours is a contract between teacher and student. I help her develop her powers and as payment, I use her powers as I see fit. This tribunal doesn’t have the authority to break that sort of contract.”

I frowned at Rhiannon. “Is that true?” I could tell by the look of resentment on her face that it was.

Rhiannon waved her hand in dismissal. “Come to me, Toby. Forget all others and fall into me. I promise you that this will be an experience unlike any you’ve ever known, or ever will again. Your death will be exquisite.”

It was like someone dropped an iceberg onto my libido. I was so stupid. I reminded myself that I could fuck Rhiannon every night for a hundred years; I’d still remember Gwen’s True Name. There was only one way to make sure I’d never use it again.

I tore my eyes away from Rhiannon then said, “Gwen, shut this bitch up.”

Gwen waved her hand. The look of shock on Rhiannon’s face was priceless as a thick black veil dropped over her head. Once she was out of sight, her power over me was broken.

The fairies murmured as Gwen’s squatty brother took a few steps toward me. His arms were longer than his legs, and he walked on his knuckles like a gorilla. He had a lumpy face and small, wide-spaced teeth. However, he had a lovely speaking voice. “Greetings,” the little goblin said.

I looked him over. If I made it out of that mountain alive, I’d have to draw him, just to show other vampires. “Hi,” I said.

“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. You may call me Durin.”

My vampire instincts became a stern voice in my head. Don’t engage it. Don’t answer too many questions. Above all, don’t let it trick you into granting it a favor. “Okay.”

“I must say, you are far more resourceful and clever than any of us would have given you credit for.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” If they were going to kill me, they would’ve done it already. Right?

Durin laughed. “Of that, I have no doubt, my friend. And, you clearly possess an impressive will. I have never witnessed my sister’s charms fail before. One can’t help but wonder how you managed it.”

I frowned at him. “Are you coming on to me?”

Durin blinked in surprise. “What? No. Perish the thought.”

I wondered how far I could kick him. “Then get to the point.”

“If you like,” Durin said. “You realize, don’t you, that there is no way we can allow you to leave here alive.”

I relaxed. If there’s one thing I’m used to, it’s death threats. “Is that so?”

“It is no secret that our two species have never borne any love for each other.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Your quick wit has saved you for now, but consider for a moment what this means.” He nodded toward Gwen. “For her. For you. Our sister being enslaved to a human was bad enough. We will never allow her to remain in thrall to a vampire.”

“Half-vampire, actually.”

Durin shook his ugly little head. “Still too much. The very idea of her granting your every desire is the most galling notion I’ve ever heard. I can assure you that this sentiment will be shared by all my kind, everywhere. In the land. In the sea. In the air. Across every known dimension and on every world, this will not abide.”

“So, suck it up. You know what happens to her if anything happens to me. Gwen?”

She looked at me.

“Got that? Anything.”

Gwen nodded once then glared at the ground.

To Durin, I said, “You can’t keep me here.”

The goblin sighed. “Look, Tobias…May I call you Tobias?”

“I honestly don’t give a shit.”

“All right. You can place whatever condition you like upon her service, but I assure you that we will find a way around it. Your every wish, once granted, will be corrupted, more curse than blessing. Just as it was for her first human master, and his long line of descendants.”

I didn’t doubt the truth of that, but it changed nothing. “I’ll take my chances. Gwen, come on.”

Durin’s voice hardened as Gwen walked toward me. “Tobias, you will have the whole of fairy kind putting their heads together on this one. We will find a way to thwart and punish you, as well as save her. Do you understand?”

I took Gwen by her boney wrist. “Do what you have to do. So will I.”

The corners of Durin’s mouth pulled down. “I see. Since you care so little about your own health and wellbeing, can I assume then that there is no one in the world you care about?”

I felt the granddaddy of all scowls settle over my face.

“The priest? That sanctuary for your kind? What about the daughter you crippled, or even that revenant?”

“Dude, she’s not my—you know what, you’re boring the shit out of me. You’re threatening me with bad luck? My father is a vampire and my mother was bat-shit crazy. I’ve been fucking homeless since I was five years old. The woman I loved cursed me with Waking Death. What you call bad luck, I call fucking Thursday. Gwen, open the portal. We’re going back.”

I turned my back on Durin as he said, “And what about that necromancer you are so eager to save? Is her safety of such little concern to you?”

I fucking hate fairies. “Enough. Gwen, the boulder thing extends to all my friends, family, the Sanctuary, hell, even people that say hello to me on the street. Say goodbye to your freak show.”

Gwen looked at Xi for help, but didn’t resist when I pulled her behind me. I took a step toward the portal, hesitated, then muttered curses under my breath.

I turned on my heels then walked toward Xi. The giant serpent’s eyes were hooded and distant, already plotting my demise. “Alright, Xi. You freaks like to make deals. Here’s my deal. Karen for Gwen. How about it?”

Xi gave me a long look. “Explain.”

“The only reason I need Gwen is to free Karen from that demon bastard’s control, right? Once that’s done, I’ll have no reason to say her True Name ever again. So, if you can bring me Karen, Gwen is free to go.”

Xi tilted his head, intrigued. “Gwen can give you wealth. Fame. Power. She could ensure that you never go hungry again.”

“Please. I can get those things on my own. Karen for Gwen. Do we have a deal?”

“Karen is not theirs to give,” Khalid said, making it hard for me to pretend he wasn’t there. “I suggest you make this deal with me.”

“Because I’m dumb enough to trust you not to fuck me over? Eat a cock.” I turned my attention back to Xi. “What do you say?”

Xi’s scales whispered against the stone as he slithered around me. “And why should we trust you to keep your word?”

I pulled Gwen closer, should he get any bright ideas. “Because I swear it on my life.”

The air began to thicken with magic. “What do you swear, and please be specific.”

I turned to look deep into Gwen’s eyes. “Gwen, once Karen is free from Khalid, you are free. I will never use your True Name again. If I break that promise, kill me. Put an aneurism in my head that’ll pop so hard, liquid brain comes out of my nose. And you won’t have to go into the boulder afterward. Okay?”

Gwen looked at me as though waiting for the other shoe to drop. Finally, she said, “I accept your terms.”

The press of magic vanished as Xi shrank back into his human form. “I also find your terms acceptable,” he said as he straightened his suit jacket.

This didn’t put me at ease. In fact, I was more suspicious than ever. “So now you and your kind have no reason to fuck with me or my friends because that donkey cock told me your sister’s True Name?”

Xi shrugged. “Sounds reasonable.”

I stuck out my hand. “So, do we have a deal?”

Before Xi could accept, Khalid stepped between us. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. There is only one thing you can offer me that would compel me to release Karen, especially since Karen has no desire to be free.”

Biker Fairy crossed his arms. “Would that one thing be me not breaking every bone in that body before we tear it off?”

“There is no need for violence, Prince Kailen. If this bloodsucker can prove capable of reason and mercy, I suppose I can do the same. I would at least like the opportunity to retain my relationship with the lovely Karen.”

“What do you propose?” Elder One said.

“This vampire cannot be trusted because his true desire is not to free Karen. His one and only desire is to become a Pure vampire. So, I offer that instead.” From the inner pocket of his suit jacket, Khalid pulled out a wide goblet. It was made of tarnished gold and studded with gems. “This is the Tepes chalice. I offer it, as well as the ritual to change him to a Pure vampire. I give it on the condition that once the ritual is finished, he will leave Karen in peace.”

Xi’s expression soured. “He has already struck a deal with me.”

“No deal has been struck at all. The choice is his. Karen or the chalice.” Khalid gave me a very cold look. “Of course, should he choose Karen, he will never exist in the same dimension as the chalice again. I propose that we make it a game.”

Khalid held out his other hand then opened his palm to reveal two small, silver coins. One had a female shape engraved on the surface, the other a chalice.

“I propose that the bloodsucker picks one token at random, and that will be the wish that is granted,” Khalid said.

I gave his offer some thought, as though I had a real choice. I didn’t doubt Khalid’s ability to take the chalice somewhere I’d never see it again. What would stop him from doing the same with Karen? At least, this way, I had a chance.

I stuck my hand toward Khalid.  “Fine.”

Khalid snatched my fingers in his before the word was out of my mouth. He ground my knuckles together as thunder clapped overhead. “Outstanding,” Khalid said. “However, I don’t like these odds. Would anyone else like to get in on this?”

Motherfucker. “Wait, no way. That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“But it is,” Khalid said. “You will be granted one uncorrupted wish, to be chosen at random, and then you will only speak Gwen’s True Name under pain of death. There was never any specification as to how many choices you’d be given.”

Son of a bitch. I’d forgotten I was a vampire for a minute.

Biker Fairy tugged his beard in thought. “I offer the death of his worst enemy. I will deliver Nicholai Santos to him, to be dealt with as he sees fit.” He dropped an axe token into Khalid’s hand then took a step back.

Rhiannon was next. “I offer to create for his lost love, Justine, a new body. A living, breathing body that will last as long as he does.” She placed a gleaming silver heart in Khalid’s palm. I noticed him twitch his fingers to touch her hand.

“That is enough,” Xi said, apathetic.

The rest of the fairies murmured to each other as Gwen attached thin, transparent threads to each token. She looped each thread around one of my fingers then took my hand. She led me to a pool in front of the Elders. Without a word, she dropped the tokens into the black water.

“Pick a finger,” Khalid said when I continued to stand there. “Any finger.”

I gave him a murderous look then flipped him the bird. Unblinking, I pulled that thread from the pool, my throat growing dry. When the token broke the surface, my heart knocked against my ribcage. I’d had no idea how much I’d wanted this.

Khalid nodded once, then handed over the Tepes chalice.

<<<Chapter 42, pt. 3

Chapter 43>>>

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Witd3; Chapter 42, pt. 3

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Chapter 42, Part 3

Biker Fairy jerked hard on Aliese the Whore’s chain. She tripped, falling to her hands and knees at the base of the Elders’ thrones.

“Speak, ifrit,” Elder Two said. “Tell us of your relationship with Lord Khalid.”

Aliese the Whore got to her feet with difficulty. “I have served my lord faithfully, and in all ways, since before humankind harnessed the power of fire.” Her voice slurred, because it’s hard to speak with a broken jaw. “I have been loyal to him as no other woman has. Yet, here I am.”

Khalid didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

“Did you bear witness to the crime of which your lord stands accused?” Elder Three said.

Aliese the Whore shook her head at the unfairness of it all. “I did.”

Elder One, at least, seemed sympathetic. “Tell us, then, of what transpired, and spare no detail.”

Aliese the Whore’s breath wheezed through her crooked nose as she fought tears. “My lord commanded that I should come along to collect his necromancer from that bloodsucker. He worried the Princess of the Mists would collect herself and rightly seek revenge. He wanted his property secured before that happened.”

“This seems a simple enough task,” Elder Two said with a frown. “Did you not question why your master would require your presence on such a menial errand?”

“I don’t make a habit of questioning my lord’s orders. Besides…” Aliese the Whore bowed her head. “I know now why he wanted me there.”

“And why is that?” Xi said with smug satisfaction. I could tell that he already knew the answer, but wanted it stated for the record.

Aliese the Whore closed her eyes. “Because the only other witness was the bloodsucker.”

I laughed once in the back of my throat. People wonder why vampires hate demons.

Xi began to circle Aliese the Whore. Even hobbled, she turned to keep him in her line of sight. “Therefore, do you believe it was his intent to reveal my sister’s True Name in your presence all along, regardless of what that meant for you?”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “I do.”

“And did your master reveal my sister’s True Name in your presence?”

“He did.”

“Were there any other witnesses to the crime, beside the vampire?” Elder Three said.

Aliese the Whore lifted her shoulders with a tired sigh. “There was the necromancer and a revenant.”

The Elders considered one another. “Should we bring them here?” Elder One said.

Elder Two shook its head. “Revenants are dangerous and unpredictable. It would be folly to bring such an abomination to this place.”

Elder Three stroked its chin.  “I know of this revenant. She was a respected witch, in her time. That which reanimates her now is her burning need for revenge. It will not occur to her to use her knowledge of the Princess of the Mists’ True Name to exploit her powers.”

Elder One nodded in agreement. “Once her bloodlust has been sated, she will pass from this world.”

“Then it is agreed,” Elder Two said. “The problem will resolve itself.”

“But the necromancer may speak the princess’s True Name,” Elder Three said. “She should be here.”

I felt a stab of panic. “No!” I wasn’t supposed to speak, but it burst out of me. “No, Karen didn’t hear anything. She was unconscious.” Nik held out his arm when I took a step toward Khalid. “Tell them you had Karen knocked out, and that she couldn’t have heard you say Gwen’s True Name. Tell them!”

Khalid’s lips curled, but he said, “It’s true. I’d placed Karen in a deep slumber to ease her extraction from this bloodsucker’s custody. She heard nothing. I swear it on the sand.”

This pacified the fairies for some reason. They’re so fucking weird.

The Elders turned their attention back to Aliese the Whore. “Continue,” Elder Three said.

Aliese the Whore seemed reluctant, but said, “The vampire was unwilling to let my lord leave with his rightful property. Of course, he was powerless against my lord’s might. In true vampire fashion, he threatened to take his revenge against one that my lord held dear.”

Xi interrupted again. “So, it is your testimony that your lord not only revealed my sister’s True Name. He did so to a vampire that had explicitly threatened her life?”

Aliese the Whore bit her bottom lip. “Yes.”

This sparked another titter of outrage from the fairies.

“And now, the proof,” Elder One said. “Alga, the All-knowing, step forward.”

An ancient, hunched creature shuffled out of the crowd. She had stringy grey hair that looked as though it had never been washed. Her face was a mass of wrinkles and folds, but she had no mouth, nose, or eyes. What she had were giant ears that took up both sides of her head. Her earlobes dragged along the ground as she leaned on her walking stick.

Elder Two spoke. “Ifrit, in the softest whisper you can manage, speak the Princess of the Mist’s True Name.”

Aliese the Whore cast a worried look at Khalid, but he gave her a nod. She closed her eyes, pained, then leaned forward to whisper into Alga’s ear. Alga covered her face with her knotted hands, then her shoulders began to shake. Two more weirdos stepped out of the crowd. They allowed her to lean on them for support as they practically carried her away.

Elder Three shook its head. “And so it has been proven. Lord Khalid of the Shaytan Djinn, do you have anything to say in your own defense?”

“No. However, I would like to know when Gwen and I are to be married. I’d prefer the wedding take place as soon as possible.”

This was met with dead silence. The sheer massiveness of Khalid’s balls shocked everyone.

“I will never marry you!” Gwen screeched. “Ever! I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate the sight of you. I hate the sound of your voice. The thought of you touching me makes me want to vomit. If I knew your True Name, I would broadcast it to the whole of China, in the hopes they would command your festering spirit into a rabid dog to be eaten alive by maggots until the end of time.”

This was an impressive level of hate, but Khalid took it in stride. “You have the right to your anger, and your grief, my love,” he said without a trace of irony. “I know that you believe I have committed a heinous crime against you. That the damage is irreparable and unforgivable.”

Xi looked at Khalid as though questioning his sanity. “And how do you deem the crime you have committed against her?”

“As a brutal necessity to free my beloved from bondage. I was successful in doing what needed to be done when her cowardly, sanctimonious siblings fought to do the exact opposite. She has been a slave for so long that she has forgotten what it is to be free. In time, she will forgive me.”

Gwen spat at him. “Never.”

Khalid’s tone grew more solemn, more determined. “You will love me again. I swear it.”

Gwen shook her head in disgust as she looked away.

“You speak as though we would allow you to occupy the same hemisphere as our sister ever again,” Xi said.

Khalid’s eyes began to burn. “Allow? Her hand was promised to me by your father, a contract he has never revoked. The Elders’ decreed that Gwen be punished, but that punishment has reached its natural end.”

Quick Brother laughed in disbelief. “Murder is natural, Infernal one?”

Khalid didn’t blink. “Prince Elrich, there is nothing in the universe more natural than murder.”

Biker Fairy snorted. “You’re daft if you think our father would uphold any contract with you after what you’ve done.”

“Perhaps you don’t know your father as well as you would like to believe.”

The goblin brother—the smart one?—reeled. “And now you have the brazen audacity to imply that you know our father better than we do?”

“History has demonstrated that I have far more in common with your father than any of you ever have. Do you think he will side with you after you took his wife away from him a piece at a time? If you are so sure that he wouldn’t uphold his contract with me, then perhaps we should wake him and have him weigh in on these proceedings.”

No one seemed to like that idea, not even Xi and his siblings.

“Lord Khalid,” Elder One said in a soothing tone, “the legitimacy of your claims are not without merit, but that is a matter for another day. Regardless of your motives, there is no justification for what you have done. Our course is clear.”

“The Seven demand his head,” Xi said without hesitation.

Khalid didn’t flinch. “And I would gladly give it, as husband to your precious sister, and brother-in-law to the rest of you.”

“We’d prefer it on a spike,” Quick Brother said.

Nik nodded. “To roast in the sun.”

Khalid raised his hands. “Brothers-to-be, no one understands the need for immediate, visceral revenge more than I do, but I fear you are being shortsighted. My contract is with your father, and not any of you. Prince Xivinaxus, you speak for your siblings, but not for Vesuvius. To make such a decision without his counsel, you risk incurring his wrath.”

“Agreed,” all three Elders said in unison.

Xi’s jaw bulged as he glared at Khalid, then he spun to face the Elders. “So be it. If I can’t have his life, then I will have his livelihood. Everything that he has of value must be stripped from him. His property, his wealth, his servants, his slaves, his title, and his rank in the Shaytan Djinn army. I will take the very skin from his back, forfeited to my sister in the first of many tributes he will make to her in amends.”

Khalid tilted his head. “That seems a bit extreme.”

“Djinn, I have only just begun to make your life unbearable,” Xi said.

“But…how will I give your sister countless hours of physical pleasure without a body?”

“Goddamn!” I said. Again, I couldn’t help myself. That was the most magnificent burn I’d ever heard.

“Well?” Xi said, his hands fisted at his sides. “How do the Elders decree?”

The Elders looked at one another for a few seconds, then Elder Two spoke. “The law is clear. For the crime of revealing the Princess’s True Name to a mortal—a vampire, no less—Lord Khalid’s life as he has known it is forfeit. Circumstances being what they are, execution is not an option, therefore Prince Xivinaxus’ alternative is acceptable. All of Lord Khalid’s wealth and property is hereby transferred to the youngest of the Seven.”

Xi smirked. “And so you have nothing, djinn. My sister’s engagement was to a general. You are now lower than the slaves that muck your stables. Do you think my father will still give her to you?”

Khalid made an indifferent gesture. He must be awesome at poker. “There is nothing I have lost that cannot be regained. Armies can be raised, fortresses built, fortunes accrued. Any price I have to pay is small, if my beloved’s freedom is the reward.”

Xi had nothing to say to that. The Elders nodded once, then Biker Fairy began to undo Aliese the Whore’s shackles.

Aliese the Whore stared at Khalid with obvious betrayal. “Did you ever truly love me?”

Khalid looked her straight in the eye. “There were times when I almost believed that I might. I always came to my senses quickly.”

Aliese the Whore’s chains fell. I had just enough time to think that she had a lot of healing to do before she could be pimped out again, then Xi burst out of his suit. The crowd surged back to make room for the colossal snake he had become. In the blink of an eye, he swallowed Aliese whole. The bulge slid down Xi’s throat, stretching his body as it twitched in pathetic struggle. There was a sickening crackle, then the lump disappeared.

I knew nothing about fairies or their anatomy, yet I understood what had happened. What little power Aliese the Whore had would be digested and absorbed, the rest shat out and forgotten. She had never mattered to anyone. She may as well have never existed. The worst she could do to Xi was give him syphilis.

I didn’t have time to catch my breath before Xi swung his enormous head toward me.

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WitD3: Chapter 42, pt. 2

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Chapter 42, part 2


Nik and Xi took me by the elbows to drag me deeper into the chamber. The mob parted to reveal wooden thrones growing out of the ground like gnarled trees. Seated upon them were three creatures I couldn’t begin to name. Their bright blue eyes bulged from their grey, alien faces. When they moved, even to blink or turn their heads, it was slow and deliberate. White hair and sheer robes floated around them like smoke. They wore silver crowns I realized after a moment were actually metallic horns.

Xi’s lips twisted into another unpleasant smile as he took a step toward them. “Elders, thank you for assembling this tribunal, and so quickly. The Children of Vesuvius are honored by your time and attention.”

As one, the creatures on the thrones nodded. The Elder to the left spoke first. “As the eldest of the Seven, do you speak on behalf of your siblings, clever Xivinaxus?” Its voice was like the wind through a narrow canyon.

“As always, wise Elder.”

“Speak your charges, then,” the middle one said. I wondered if these things were separate, or one being.

Xi turned to face the horde with more theatrics than ten drama majors. When he spoke, it was as though he addressed each individual freak. “Elders, kinsmen, I come before you today to charge one of our own, Lord Khalid of the Shaytan Djinn, of the most unthinkable, the most reprehensible, the most atrocious crime of which any of us could stand accused.”

The Elder on the right scowled. “You don’t mean…”

“Yes,” Xi said. “Lord Khalid has given my youngest sister’s True Name to a mortal.” There was a general murmur of shock through the crowd. “And not just any mortal. He has given her name to a vampire.”

The fairies erupted. I couldn’t understand most of what being shouted, so I craned my neck to find Gwen. She sat on the floor, as though she didn’t have the strength to stand. Quick Brother and Hot Sister kneeled beside her, cradling her in their arms as they stroked her hair. Gwen’s head was bowed, her shoulders hunched under the weight of her grief. Curls of her true form drifted into the air like steam.

Elder One had to shout to be heard above the rabble. “These are grievous charges, Prince Xivinaxus, and not to be made lightly.”

“Or without proof,” Elder Two said.

“I assure my Elders, we have the proof you need. The Seven demand justice.”

It was Elder Three’s turn to speak. “We know the Children bear no love for Lord Khalid. Given the mandatory punishment for such a crime, tell us you have more evidence than…” The Elders looked me over. “That.”

I rolled my eyes. “You won’t need more than me,” I said. “Gwen’s True Name is—”

The rest of my sentence was drowned out by the panicked outcry of the mob. I saw the flash of more than one weapon being drawn. I folded my hands in front of me, satisfied my point was made.

I heard the wood creak when Elder One gripped the arms of its throne with spindly fingers. “Prince Xivinaxus, you would do well to instruct your witness to hold his vile tongue.”

Xi bowed. “Of course, my Elder,” he said before whirling on me. “Speak again and I will weld a leaded mask over your head, so that you might live out the rest of your days as my feral dog. Do you doubt me?”

No. No, I did not. I shrugged as I said, “Damn, dude. Chill.”

Elder Two looked down its nose at me. “Aside from the fact that he is a vampire, this creature despises Lord Khalid. He would say anything to hurt him, and therefore cannot be trusted.”

Xi nodded. “True, which is why I shall provide a second witness, one that loves him.”

As though on cue, Biker Fairy stepped through the portal behind us. He carried a thick iron chain in his gloved hand. The heavy links sparked as they dragged along the ground. Biker Fairy jerked, then Aliese the Whore stumbled through the portal. She wore a spiked collar attached to thick metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She sported two black eyes and her nose dripped blood. Golden runes burned in her shackles, I assumed to keep the demon within from jumping ship.

Xi’s lips curled into a sneer. “This…woman, I suppose we shall call her, is inhabited by a lesser ifrit. She sustains her physical and metaphysical existence by whoring herself in Lord Khalid’s brothel. She goes by the name Aliese and her loyalty to that djinn is beyond contestation.”

The Elders looked over Aliese the Whore. “Is this true?” Elder Three said. “Speak, ifrit.”

Aliese the Whore looked like a baby goat in a den of lions. Before she could begin to beg for her life, Khalid stepped through the portal. “Greetings, Kinsmen,” he said with obscene cheer. “How strange it was to awaken to find my home invaded, my subordinates arrested, and to discover that I am on trial. Stranger still to have not been invited to the proceedings.” Despite his claim of having just woken up, Khalid wore a black suit and tie. His hair was perfect, his beard was smooth, and he had recently bathed. He lifted his chin toward Xi, as though noticing him for the first time. “Xivinaxus. Always a pleasure. My highest regards to your father.”

Elder One made a sour face at Khalid. I guess even his own kind didn’t care for him. “Lord Khalid, this is merely the accusation phase of the proceedings. Should it be determined that sufficient evidence exists to place you on trial, you would’ve been summoned.”

“And yet, here I am,” Khalid said. “Let Xivinaxus make his charges, then present his evidence. Afterwards, I see no reason not to move at once to my criminal trial.”

Gwen lifted her head as the line of her body hardened. I could feel hatred roll off her as she refused to look at Khalid.

“So, you admit that a crime has taken place?” Xi said.

Khalid shrugged.

Elder Two gave Khalid a suspicious look. “Justice should not be rushed, Lord Khalid. We do not suffer the human lifespan.” The various pyxies, gnomes, and ogres chuckled. “By all means, explain your urgency.”

Khalid sobered. “My urgency stems from the fact that this atrocity has been allowed to continue for far too long already.”

The Elders looked at one another, then Elder Three nodded toward Xi. “Prince Xivinaxus.”

Xi stared at Khalid as though trying to figure him out. After a few seconds, he said, “First thing’s first.” He began to pace around the circle again, and I noticed that his footsteps didn’t make a sound. “It is difficult to convey the profound heartache and rage suffered by the Seven at this moment. Everyone gathered here knows our story. They know our royal parents. The legend of their love, and the sacrifices they made, have become the standard by which all love is measured amongst our kind.

“We all know my father, of his reputation and his awe-inspiring power. We know of the savage army he unleashed upon this world to bring it to heel. He is the embodiment of war and ruthless brutality. At least, he was. That changed the very instant he first laid eyes upon my mother.

“She had been offered to him, effectively sacrificed, in the faint hope of peace. There was not a soul in the universe that expected her to crack the icy shell of his heart, comparatively humble as she was. Moreover, no one believed that she would genuinely love him in kind…or even survive her wedding night.” The fairies laughed again. “Yet the world rejoiced at the birth of their first son.”

I snuck a glance at Khalid. He was checking his phone.

“I was soon joined by my brothers, Kailen and Nik. It was then that the toll on my mother’s health became apparent. Her first child was bright and clever, yet her own wit had dimmed. Her second son was strapping and powerful, yet she herself could no longer dazzle the court with feats of strength. Her third son proved invulnerable to everything, from physical attacks to the deadliest toxins, yet our mother had grown weak and sickly.

“Everyone begged her to stop, to grace our father with no more offspring. Her love for him and her family was such that any part of herself was worth sacrificing to see more of her children into the world. His love for her was so great that he could deny her nothing.

“Her fourth son, Elrich, took her grace and fleetness of foot. Her first daughter, my sister Rhiannon, took her immense beauty.” Holy shit, did she ever. “My youngest brother, Durin, took her vast intellect. By this time, my mother could do little except lay in bed and whisper, and yet…” Xi closed his eyes as he pressed his hand against his heart. “Even those faint whispers could soothe the most wounded soul. Because, more than anything else, love defined my mother. It was all she was, all she had to give.

“And so, when my youngest sister came, the pain of my mother’s passing was mitigated by the knowledge that she had delivered unto this world another person defined by her capacity for love. There is no other being in existence that can love as completely and as deeply as our Gwen, and therefore she is the most beloved of us all.”

Xi’s tone darkened. “My siblings and I did not approve when our honorable father arranged her marriage to this…desert upstart—”

“A fact made plain from the beginning,” Khalid said without looking up. “I could hardly begrudge you your animosity, my prince, considering how thoroughly I’ve always defeated you on the field of battle.”

Xi’s jaw tightened. “We were aware that our sister loved him at once, because of course she loved him. That was what Gwen did. That was who she was. Sweet Gwen loved all things, everyone, without hesitation or reservation, no matter how unworthy they were of that love. While it could be argued that the feeling was mutual—”

“Because it was,” Khalid said.

Xi spoke louder. “We, her siblings, saw the disaster looming on the horizon. We knew that, left unchecked, Lord Khalid would destroy her.” Xi shoved more sarcasm into that word than I would’ve though possible.

“You fools knew nothing,” Khalid said under his breath.

“We knew that you would twist her spirit and break her gentle heart,” Biker Fairy said.

“Gwen never would’ve been enslaved by that boy, had she not attempted the come-hither to impress you,” Hot Sister said.

Khalid arched an eyebrow. “Beautiful Rhiannon. Did you hurt yourself on that stretch?”

Xi went back to pacing around the circle. “This is why, when the wise Elders—” Khalid made a contemptuous sound, “—decreed that Gwen should remain the boy’s slave until the end of his line, they did so with our full support. That support stemmed not from agreement with their verdict, necessarily, but because this was the only way we could delay Gwen’s union to one so far beneath her.”

Khalid said nothing. He didn’t need to. The look on his face said it all.

“This is also why we took it upon ourselves to protect the child, and his child, and his child’s child, on and on, against that djinn’s relentless campaign of extermination. We were not always successful, as Khalid layered curse upon curse against their bloodline, as well as any poor fool who dared to breed with them. Not one of the decedents lived to experience old age, but we kept the line going for over one hundred generations. Over the centuries, we came to love them, as Gwen did.

“Now, that line has ended with the one-hundred-sixteenth descendants, because we’ve failed them. We’ve failed Gwen. We do not simply mourn those two children, taken far too young. We swear vengeance in their honor.”

Rhiannon and Quick Brother hugged Gwen as she began to weep again. Biker Brother placed his enormous hand on top of her head.

Xi spoke with genuine sorrow, so I guess his speech wasn’t all for show. “We surrender their bodies to the flames, so that their ancestors might welcome them with open arms.” Xi lifted his gaze, then I saw a bright flicker dart across his eyes. “Go now into the next world, knowing that justice will be carried out.”

Except for Khalid, who might as well have been in traffic court, the horde seemed moved. After a few moments of respectful silence, Elder One said, “Let us proceed.”

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