Torn

The abandoned cottage

We drive in silence for a moment, taking in the singing of the birds, the wind, but mostly the sun.
When the sun had settled itself on the west side of the sky, we near the darkest place within the forest.

Mark parks his Rolls Royce and wanders to the thick mammoth tree a few yards back. Not long later, a mechanism clicks and a small mossy cottage appears. My eyes stare at the small window of the cottage, a shadow figure shoots across it. I freeze for a moment and jump when Mark opens my door. His pale hand and long nails reach out to me. I grab it and straddle my way out of the car.

'Not too long as you only have me for the weekend.' I murmur when we approach the abandoned, aged cottage. Mark knocks a harmonious tune onto the wooden door. It opens for a crack.
'Password?' Says a deep raspy voice. 'Very funny, Edmond, just open up. It's me and Sky. No one followed us. ' mark states.

A comforted hum echoes from within, a purple flash enlights the hallway, showing us Edmond, a heavy build man with a wart on his nose and crooked teeth.

'Hehe, with Sky again?' Edmond replies as he opens the door. I greet him with a nod before I follow Mark's fast strade up the stairs. Blue, purple, white, and even yellow mist clouds the hallways, moans, and creaking originates from every room. 'Just stay here for a moment, dear.' Mark orders concerned, his eyes inspecting my body language thoroughly. He blindly rests his hand on the doorframe. 

I shake my head and push it open to see two intertwined wings, a small tail, and the torso of a strong man through a cloud of reddish mist. 'For god's sake!' Mark groans. He swifts his hand in the air, the mist clears in a matter of seconds. The wings turn around, showing us a naked tall man with blond hair and a naughty smile.

'A leprechaun? Are you serious, Ian?' I chuckle and take a seat on the bed. 'Well, it's not such a bad catch.' I tease. The leprechaun turns his head to me, his brown eyes steal my voice for a moment. 'Your presence isn't one I would soon regret, miss. I'm Andrew, and may I know who you are? ' Andrew asks, his hand caressing my shoulder.

'I don't mind who you hook up with, dear, but please... ' mark says as he gathers Ian's clothing off the floor. Andrew jerks his head to Mark, a glare embedded in his face. 'We gotta hurry if we want to catch the ferry to the other realm.' Andrew turns his head back to me his eyes glide over my neck and halt at the old bite scars on my neck 'Far travel ahead, ay? '

I chuckle and nod 'we do indeed. Meeting up with big bosses' parents, kinda nerve breaking. ' Mark raises his eyebrows at me 'big boss, me?' He mumbles as he helps Ian to dress into his loose medieval shirt, kaki and shoes. 'You will manage just fine. The parents of a warlock could be strict, but his family... Not so much. As long as your honest and don't mind they their jok--'

My nose picks up a scent that draws my attention away. My mouth waters and my eyes scoot around the room. Floorboards creak in the hallway, and a heavy tread nears.