Angelica stepped out of the Hellsing sedan. She straightened her dress then walked to the other side to give the gifts for the King Oberon. Miss Black turned her body to check out, one last time, in the reflection of the sedan's window.
It was now or never...
The former SPARK employee stepped softly, across an open field until she reached a spot, with several large stones arranged but nothing as impressive, as Stonehenge but the intent was still very much the same. Angelica looked on the ground, for any signs of fairy rings then set the gifts down.
There was fresh bread with jam and honey.
Mead and shortbread cookies with candies tucked away in a wooden box that she made.
The box was carved from recycled wood and painted. In fact everything that contained food was from recycled glass and in a wicker basket. Her mind tried to cover, everything that might offend the Fae, with her gift like using new wood instead of finding old wood to use.
Angelica sat on the ground with the basket by her side then produced a wooden flute to play. She closed her eyes and let the notes fill the air. She knew the sun was going down and there was an expected meteor show for this night. The young woman lost track of time and was unsure of when the King Oberon had, first appeared in front, of her. Her eyes slowly opened as she finished the song. Angelica immediately rose just enough to bow.
"Beannachtaí An Tiarna Oberon, Rí an sidhe dorcha (Blessings Lord Oberon , King of the dark Sidhe."
"Leanbh tráthnóna an iarthair (evening child of the west)" King Oberon greeted her back.
His long fingers motioned for her to stand and take his.
"Rí na Sidhe go léir. Thug mé bronntanais duit. Rinne mé cuid de mar is gnách. Glac le mo bhronntanas humble le ceann de do stádas. (King of all Sidhe. I have brought you gifts. I have made some of it as is customary. Please accept my humble gift to one of your status.)
King Oberon let a flash of irritation cross his dark yet beautiful features. A member of his court moved quickly to pick the gifts up. Angelica wanted to see the Fae and grabbed the basket but knew it would be rude to do so. She stood but looked to the ground as Oberon had not given her permission to look.
"Beagán ón iarthar, féach orm. Lig dom breathnú ort ... (Little one from the west, look at me. Let me have a look at you...)"
Oberon's eyes studied Angelica's eyes. His delicate fingers lifted her chin then turned it from side to side. His eyes began to twinkle.
"Dath neamhghnách den sórt sin atá agat. Molann sé go bhfuil tú níos mó gur cosúil go bhfuil tú beagán. (Such an unusual color you have. It suggests you are more than you appear to be little one.)
"An Tiarna Oberon Níl aon chuimhní agam chun é sin a fhreagairt. (Lord Oberon I have not any memories to answer that.) Angelica replied softy but was afraid he had not asked but it was a rhetorical question.
"Ar bhraith tú athrú ó bhuail muid ar dtús, tú féin agus mé? (Have you felt a change since we first met, you and I?)" his lips hovered close to hers.
Angelica did a loud swallow to the question.
He continued. "Ar bhraith tú go n-athraíonn do chorp? An labhraíonn tú focail nach bhfuil na cinn a raibh a fhios agat roimhe seo? (Have you felt your body change? Do you speak words that are not ones you knew before?)"
"Tá an Tiarna Oberon. Tá mo chraiceann cruaite agus is féidir liom tine ghorm a thoghairm. (Yes Lord Oberon, My skin has hardened and I can summon blue fire.)"
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Beyond †he Darkness (Hellsing)
Fanfiction(Alucard Hellsing)(🔞)(🍋)(🔖Wattys nominated 2021 & 2022)Angelica Black is a member of ©SPARK Inc. from America. She is the sole survivor of a vampire attack on her paranormal investigation group. Her supervisor, "Bubba," decides to loan Miss Bla...
