My fingers traced my scars where the dark fey had put their glass like nails through my shoulder. I hated walking in the dark, it was the dark fey’s domain; I was the trespasser.
A faery was walking towards me, one how I had seen already today. He had been at school talking to Ms. Arrow, I hated her. Since I went to see her as a psychiatrist she had been nasty and hurtful. Why was he at my school talking to her?
“Ignore it,” I told myself, they didn’t know I could see them. I tried to walk away and make it seem as if it was accidental, not the fact I was avoiding him.
The chase was on, he knew I was running from him. I had no hope of getting away. He pulled me into an embrace, shivers raked through my body. He was what every dark faery would wish to be; tall, dark eyes, tattoos on his arms and continuing to under his top; but above all he was seductive.
“Guess what honey... I know you are sighted,’ the dark faery said in a tone that women would find sexy and appealing, but for me at the moment it represented dark desires; lust, harm and unexplainable anger.
He lifted me up onto his broad shoulder; I knew that we would now both be invisible. He would have put a glamour around us; so that if a person looked at us it would seem as if we didn’t exist. I punched him with all my strength but it didn’t do anything, he just continued to walk.
As we entered a dark, narrow alleyway I saw that there was another dozen dark fey waiting for him, and obviously me too.
I knew that no human would come down here now, although they couldn’t see fey, their conscience warns them to avoid coming down here at all costs.
He grabbed my face and opened my mouth with his tongue, he had me pressed up against the side of the alleyway. I felt the other dark fey joining in.
“You brought a good one Vlad,” I heard an anonymous voice say, as if he was talking about an animal that was up for sale, before he too came onto me.
Every part of me was feeling scared and wanting them to stop. I felt them clawing at my pants before my mind went blank.
