The Faerie Slayer

Chapter 3

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Kade's POV

The upside to Aubrette Evergreen's whereabouts tonight was that I did not have to blend and lurk to be hidden from her sight. The club was teeming with witless mortals swaying away to the sounds they surmised as music. I stalked my prey all night, and when I'd caught sight of the strange boy clothed in formal wear talking to Aubrette, it took me mere seconds to distinguish that something was up. This was no mortal, I could spot the upbringing of the shadow world in every step he took and breath he forged. Now, veiled by the bushes that panelled the nearby alleyway, I watched as the boy, Jack, led the faerie girl away. She seemed to drift more then walk, as if her intents were at the will of the boy. I followed behind, quite as a night owl. In my head, I tried to distinguish the creature. I caught sight of a long bluish tail, furry at the tip that exhibited from the top of the boys dress pants. He did not bother to ensconce it as he had before. This was a creature of the folk, it's abilities to glamour and deceive revealed as much. I recalled the shapeshifting pixie from a previous mission and reminded myself that she could only shape-shift into objects that were within sight. Whatever this creature was, it was clear that it had glamoured the faerie girl into submission which should have been impossible. I had been studying the powers of the folk for as long as I could remember and concluded by both study and experience that their creatures cannot be enticed by glamours. The only answer to this riddle rendered my suspicion true, that Aubrette Evergreen was no faerie. Why would my father summon me to kill the girl if she did not belong to the folk? Could he be mistaken?
Regardless of the answer, the girl must be tied to the folk people in one way or another. I carried on, a dozen meters behind, often running my fingers over my ring of salt to ensure I had it, incase I needed it. Dressed in my leather shifting gear, I was armoured with hidden pockets that bore a small amount of sugar and a dagger by the name of Ferrum. I halted when they began to slow down, close by the riverbank. Why are they by the water? A paragraph from my Book of Folklore drifted atop my pondering.
'The faerie world exists only through cloud or creek. One must be invited to or summoned. There are no uninvited guests in faerie.'
Aubrette could not fly nor summon a log into her personal aircraft, she was no faerie to bear the ability to travel through cloud to the faerie world, which left the only other possible way to get to it; through a body of water. I watched with keen fascination as the blue-tailed boy summoned a portal. The waters in the river began colliding against one another in mossy green waves. The tides eventually came together to form a miniature tornado within. The typhoon was rapidly increasing in speed, slowly revealing an opening within its structure. I knew if I was going to save the girl, I had to do it now before the portal had completely gaped a doorway. I rose from within the shadows, fingers wrapped around Ferrum. The boy glanced back to meet my gaze, and it was just that second of acknowledgment that I needed. A sugar-coated Ferrum was flying through the air and it's target was located between the faerie boy's shoulders. I did not want to aim for his head, as puncturing the brain was the only way to stab him to death. I wanted him alive long enough to answer my questions. My beloved dagger never failed me and the boy was struck as per my intent. Aburette tumbled to the ground now released from his grasp, eyes completely sealed. My first thought was to make sure she was alright. I pulled her away from the river to realize she was now unconscious. I'd only hoped that she was merely glamoured and not poisoned, I had no time nor supplies to confect an antidote. I lifted the glass cap above the ring on my fingers and sprinkled a small amount of salt on her lips. The glass on the ring shattered as if too fragile for my stiff fingers and out spilled the entire contents on the neck of the girl. I had no time to recollect. By the water, Ferrum possessed enough sugar to coerce the faerie boy distracted. He licked on the coated metal with desperation, eyes pleading up at me for more. When the dagger was wiped clean, the boy watched as my fingers emerged from my pockets, holding a small packet of some more of his dynamite. He set Ferrum down and approached me.