Myth

"Ed."

I turned away from my alchemy table and looked to my apprentice.

"Ed?"

In the candlelight I only saw a head of fiery red hair. He was facing away from me, staring at the moon slowly rising into the sky from our dirty old bay window. I growled.

"EDWARD!"

He jumped, slamming his back to the wall as he whirled around to face me. I had startled him. From the look in his bright blue eyes, he thought I was mad at him too. He slowly looked down, examining his feet like they were something he had never seen before. I shook my head, laughing softly to myself. He made a small noise of discomfort, his arms hugging his chest like I was about to punish him.

"Yes, Persephone?"

"Ed, I'm not mad."

I brushed the tangled mess of hair on top of my hair out with my fingers. He looked up, smiling. I smiled back.

"Oh. Good." He sighed, tilting his head to the side.

"Learn to pay attention, Ed." I said, rolling my mismatched eyes.

Ed gave a goofy smirk and shrugged. "Alchemy is boring. When can we learn spellcasting?"

"Once you grow the hell up. That's when." I grabbed my wand and smacked him on the head, only hard enough to get my point across. "I barely trust you enough to feed my foxes every day. How can I trust you with a lethal weapon of magic if you aren't responsible enough to keep my pets from starving?"

Ed's eyes grew the size of saucers and he ran, grabbing our unfinished dinner off of the table and dashing out the door. He had forgotten. Again. I groaned, slamming my head against the wood of my desk and knocking my spellbook the the floor in the process. He was so forgetful. And clumsy. And yet, I couldn't get rid of him. He was my greatest challenge. And if anyone can make him a great wizard, it's me.

In about ten minutes he was back and covered in dirt. Ed stumbled forward, tripping over his own orange Converse. He grabbed a towel, holding it to his bloodied arm. I laughed. He glared.

"Your stupid fox bit me."

"Maybe if you fed Link more often, he'd actually like you." I replied, using a healing spell to close the bite wound.

Ed set down the plate that used to contain our ham, putting down the towel and looking at his tattoos. No scar. They looked perfect.

"How do you do that? Heal it so well that it doesn't leave a mark?" Ed asked, running a finger over them.

"I practice, Toadbrain."

He looked out the window, ignoring my comment. We heard barking. They were coming for us. "Ed, turn out the lights and lock the doors!"

He looked scared at my frantic tone. "Why?" He asked me, doing as I told.

I growled. "Hunters."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Caro grinned at me, a wild look in her eyes as we followed our hunting dog's lead. She was so beautiful. I swear, the adrenaline running through my veins as I hunt with her is the best feeling ever. Her blonde hair bounced over her shoulders as she ran, her boots squishing in the mud. The mud was slowing her down, so I scooped her up and kept running. Caro laughed.

"Faster, Harry! Don't loose them!"

I smiled, running even faster after our dogs. If anyone was gonna catch these freaks, it was gonna be us. We're the best that this village has ever seen. The best hunters to ever step foot in these woods. We've slain vampires, werewolves , fairies, witches, zombies... Everything. It's what we're good at. And we're damned good at it.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Ellis!"

Ellis looked up at me, wiping the blood off of her lips. She grinned, her pearly white fangs still covered in the plasma of our last meal. She stood up and put a dismembered finger or two into her hoodie pocket, saving them for later. "Yeah, Vic?"

"I hear a snack." I said with a grin, pulling on a red plaid button down over my white tank.

"But... We just ate..." Ellis blinked her red eyes, looking to the corpse on our floor. She kicked it, rolling him over onto his torn-open stomach. I gave her a weird look. She grinned. "His fugly face was creepin' me out."

I stooped down, grabbing his arm and stealing the wristwatch off of it. Clipping it onto my own tan wrist, I laughed. "A trophy." Ellis laughed too, opening the door. "I smell Hunters. Let's go."

She tied her curly blonde hair back with a hairband and threw her hood up, protecting herself from the cold. "You're gonna freeze, Fuentes."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's never this cold in Mexico." She answered, laughing her deranged laugh.

I snarled. "Go screw yourself."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Liam, get inside!" I called out, flipping my long brown hair over my shoulder. "I hear hunters!"

Liam Payne wasn't afraid. He was the bravest fairy I knew. And quite possibly the dumbest. He turned around, his dark purple wings fluttering quickly in his excitement. "I wanna see the dogs!"

I snapped my fingers. "Right now! They'll kill you in an instant!"

Liam rolled his eyes, the wind picking up and blowing his hair. "Jeez, Alina. If I wanted a woman to nag at me like you, I'd get a wife." Despite his protest, he shrunk down from his human size to fairy size, coming into our tree. He dropped his shoes at the door, sitting down on our mushroom kitchen table. "Where are the others?"

I grabbed a chunk of sugarcube, sticking some on my tongue to calm myself. "Nial and Louis are in their beds. Sleeping. Like we should be. Zayn... I think he's at Perrie's tree."

Liam nodded. "Hey Alina?"

I blinked, folding my light purple wings together. "Yes?"

"Tomorrow we should get some more nectar."