Writtten by: Gothickitty77 and XxTMTxX
The Fairy Man: Chapter Six:
I made it into town way before I thought I would, and I kept my eyes away from the people. From up on the horse I could barely smell them, which made it easier for me to keep going.
I had just made it to the edge of town when I heard a whispered cry of, “Help me! Help me, please!”
I looked down to my right where a building shaded a small figure, or at least it looked small from where I was sitting.
I hopped down from the horse, and went over to the figure. His blood smelled sweet, but it also smelt wrong to me.
“What happened?” I questioned the figure as I got closer to it.
“I was attacked!” I saw that it was a boy about my age, and he did look hurt.
He had long gash wounds on his side, and what appeared to be teeth marks on his legs.
“What attacked you?” I questioned, not realizing that I was becoming alert, and my fangs were sliding out.
“Werewolves. Do you know what I am, vampire?” he said suddenly.
“How did you know that I was a vampire?” I hissed.
“Your teeth. You never answered my question.” He said softly.
“No I don’t know what you are.” I responded.
“I’m a fairy.” That confused me even more than I already was.
“Well then, fairy, how can I help you?” I questioned him.
“See the shop across the street?” he questioned.
“Yes.”
“That’s a witch shop. Take me there, and they should help me.” He said in a hush voice.
I helped him stand, and then walk over to the shop, once in there I called out, “Somebody help me!”
A girl about my age stepped out of a door, and smiled. She had auburn hair, electric blue eyes, fancy styled hair that was pulled up into a curly elegant bun, and she wore the kind of dresses that I liked.
She took one look at me, and then looked over at the fairy, “Oh dear.”
She rushed over to me, and help the fairy over to a seat in the middle of the shop.
I didn’t look at him to see what he looked like.
“My name is Elizabeth, what’s yours?” she said to me.
“Cecilia Claire. Is it safe to assume you are the witch?” I said quickly.
I had to get to my house before the sun set.
“Yes. You can leave him here with me. I’ll take care of him for you.” She smiled at me.
“Thanks. I must be on my way now.” I said and then I headed back outside to my horse.
I hadn’t even looked around the shop, but I had notice the ball in the middle of the table. It was clear and looked like it had some kind of liquid in it.
I climbed back up onto my horse, and then continued towards my house.
My house was dark, I hear no laughter, and I sensed no life. It felted drained of all energy. No happiness came from the open windows and doors, and I could still smell blood from my mom, and siblings. Seeing this again, made me want to cry, but I wouldn’t allow myself to.
I climbed off of the horse and went inside to the sitting room, where there were painted pictures of my family.
I sank down in the middle of the floor, and looked all around me.
I saw my father sitting in his study chair in one of the pictures, there was a family portrait, and one of me by myself. I had a large smile on my face, and I knew that in that picture I had been happy.
I heard a sound at the door, and I stood up, and dashed frantically for the shadows near the back corner of the sitting room.
My father came in. I could feel his blood pounding through his veins, and I could sense his sadness. The monster in me rejoiced, the human in me, sobbed.
I walked forward and he turned to look at me.
“Cecilia? What happened here? Cecilia, are you okay?” I couldn’t stop.
I began to sob.
I took him by his shoulder, in a vice like grip, and said, “I’m so sorry, I can’t control myself!”
And then, quick as a snake, I buried my fangs into his neck.
I don’t remember me letting him go, or me sinking to the floor beside him sobbing like a child, I do remember when it got dark, and I do remember hearing the howling of wolves in the distance.
I felt numb, and my mind refused to function. I grabbed my father’s hand, and continued sobbing. Something was wrong with me, and I had to figure out how to stop it.
I got up from the floor a little after dawn, and went back outside to my horse. I climbed onto her back, and headed back to Adrian’s house.
I had to tell him what I had done.
