The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 2

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Kade's POV

I must have lost track of time, something that I was not prone to doing, because it was the sound of a birds chirp that snapped me out of my intense immersion. I had been meekly observing a no-less-then ordinary single family home from the inside of my car for a couple of hours, and Aubrette Evergreen had only came out once to walk a miniature fawn-coloured rodent-like dog. It humoured me just as much as it stumped me that a creature of such sorts was a descendant of wolves. The irony was no less then chucklesome. I had began my mission since this morning but it wasn't until earlier today when I had spotted the faerie in Brooklyn accompanied by her insipid human companion, that it had occurred to me that something might be different about this assignment. Aubrette Evergreen goes to high school on time after breakfast with her mortal adoptive parents. She attends all periods and never strays from class. After school, she entertains her best friend's taste for deplorable music and although it's clear as day that she detests the sound, it's even clearer that she loves her friend. She's remains sightless to one simple thing, a fact that a blind man could cognizance which is that her delusional schoolmate is head over heels in love with her. Although my discoveries were fruitless in aiding to the task at hand, they also rendered the assignment peculiar. She does not stray from her human world. And although faeries are often mischievous beings with dark and evil intentions, she does not participate in glamours or use her beauty and power to manipulate nor does she adhere to any trickery. She uses the train and proceeds to walk the rest of the way home as oppose to casting a spell, summoning a branch into a vehicle or enhancing a mortal to drive her home, even when no one is around. She does not leave her house to pick fruit and leave them out to dry by her window sill to protect herself from the evils of the shadow world. She partakes in no faerie activity, tradition or hobbies. She has no folk friend, no goblin, no spirit nor troll. It was almost as if she herself did not know of her capabilities or being. Either she's blended into the world of mortals so ponderously as an attempt to shield herself from hunters like I, or, not that I have ever encountered something like this, Aubrette Evergreen has no knowledge of what she is.

I reached into my pockets to pull out an aging piece of sallow metal. The rusting compact scrap fit round in the palm of my hand. Displayed on the minuscule cracked screen was a timer.
24 hours is how long I had remaining to terminate the faerie girl.

Later that night, I wandered into a sea of thought. I had shifted into a creature of four paws that thundered against the wet soil beneath me. After a night of rainfall is when the woods was most appealing to me. I let the earthy scent of rain-kissed leaves brush against my nostrils. By this time, I would have had a plan already set up and ready to strike my victim the moment I had a scope. Matter of a fact, by this time, most would already be dead. I could not bring myself to form a plan, not one that strikes against a member of the folk that is unknowing of their heritage. If it is true that the faerie girl does not know of what she is, to kill her would be as if to kill a human. Lest, I am no murderer, I am a faerie hunter. If I was going to discover the true intent of the faerie girl, I would need an extension for my mission. I had only had to ever ask my father or an extension once, and that was for a troublesome pink-haired pixie that had the power to shift into anything within sight. She'd glamoured me a handful of times, and she is the reason I wore a ring that contained a glass vial of salt on my left hand. To bear the salt would be to bear the ability to resist the enhancements of the folk. It was the longest I had ever taken to complete an assignment; eighty-two hours.
As I made my way back towards the chalet, I thought about how father might react to my request. It wasn't beneath me to ask, nor did I believe it would reflect on my abilities. I knew my true intent and the reality was, I could have killed the girl earlier on had I wanted to. I knew why I was asking for more time, but he didn't. He couldn't know. Truth be told, father is a ruthless man and I have no doubt that he would bear no leniency if he were to find out that the faerie girl did not know that she belonged to the folk people. Faerie blood, no matter the bearer, is enemy blood.
I searched my brain for excuses I could give father. I was not very fond of lying to him, nor was it something that I did often. Although I do not agree with much of the way he rules, I do respect him greatly. When I was a mere ways away, I shifted back, paws rendering into hands and feet, snout and fangs withdrawing to form back my mortal appearance. I was dressed in shifting gear, moss-coloured leather sewn by the pack seamstresses. Every werewolf owned a suit, I happened to own a dozen. I pushed passed the stout wooden doors and let myself in. The inside was murky as usual and I headed for the first place I knew to look for father which was his study. I used the metal door knocker to announce my presence.