Human

Chapter 9

   The room was found to the right of the large white door that lead into the Fairy house, and was adjacent to a large living area.  Every piece of furniture was white, and there were accents of gold artwork on the walls.  There were several large couches, and a huge flat screen television above a large fireplace. 
  
    "This is the infirmary," Aurabelle explained when they entered a small door off to the side of the living area.

A scent of burnt flesh lingered in the large room.  Stark white curtains covered all of the beds, and their assumed occupants.  Unlike a hospital room, there were no electronic beeps, and no man-made machines plaguing the alleyways between the beds.  Instead, several beautiful women walked around the room, attending to the hidden patients.

"My staff is full of very powerful Faeries, and they have all mastered healing magic." Aurabelle announced.
    Lilith took notice that all of the Faeries were golden haired goddesses with full curls, big eyes, and perfectly crafted makeup.  They were intimidating in their own right, but not for their magical abilities.  A shiver involuntarily ran through Lilith's spine, and she bit back some choice words.
   "Lilith," came a high pitched squeal, and her small frame was engulfed by another person.
   Stunned, Lilith gasped, "Lynn." She took her tan body into her arms. "How are you?"
   Lynn looked like she had seen better days, but her eyes glistened, and happiness had settled back into her mannerisms.  Her burned hand was wrapped delicately in white bandages, and the rest of her body was clear. 
    "I get to keep my hand," she said with a large smile, showing her pearly white teeth. 
   "It's just permanently....discolored," she finished.
   Lilith relaxed, forgetting all about Jackson standing next to her.  He was eyeing Lynn with suspicion, and was uncomfortable to receive care from Faeries. 
   Aurabelle lead them along to an empty hospital bed, and had Jackson lay down on the mattress. It creaked with the pressure of his body, and he made a face when a spring poked his lower back.
   A child came up to the group,and her face looked like a porceline doll.   She couldn't have been taller than Lilith's waist, but she held herself with confidence.  The girl wore a white button-up, and black slacks. 
   "Hello, and what do we have here," she asked Aurabelle.
   "Oh, Mist, this young man has been poisoned," Aurabelle said down to the small girl. 
   "Poison," Mist asked with a raised eyebrow.
   "The pixies specialty," Aurabelle answered.
  The group silenced as the Pixie went to work. Grabbing a step stool, and revealing her light pink wings to the group.
   They were translucent, and they shimmered under the florescent lights above them.  Elaborate designs flowed from Mists back, and circled out to the edges of her small wings.  In comparison to Aurabelle's large white wings, Mist's were delicate, and complimented the pixie's white curls.
   The air around the group heat up when Mist touched Jackson's skin.  Jackson was covered in sweat, and had been quiet up until he was touched.  A whimper escaped his gritted teeth, and was replaced with a moan. It was a low, basey release of pain.  Small sparks visualized around Mist and Jackson, and Lilith and Lynn stood back; confused. 
   This exchange took place for thirty minutes, and as the seconds passed, Jackon regained color in his face, and his expression slowly softened.
   The purple and red streaks faded from his skin, and when the Pixie was finished she clapped her hands, and he was asleep.
   "Better rest up ladies," Mist addressed them  "Tomorrow is the Scavenger Hunt."
   Lilith didn't know what the Scavenger hunt was, but neither did Lynn.
  Aurabelle shooed them from the infirmary and the Fairy house.  "Back to bed," she demanded. 
   Lynn and Lilith went down the road to their cabin.  The moon was approaching a line of trees, and it was hard to see.
   "Did I miss anything," Lynn asked eagerly.
  "Uh," Lilith stuttered, holding her hands together in front of her stomach.  "The food is good, and Jackson kicked a werewolve' s a**."  There was no point in hiding her potty mouth; she didn't have anything to lose.
   "A werewolf," Lynn's almond eyes widened, and she was speechless.
   "He can really handle himself, but he got bitten, and he seems to think that Max poisoned him somehow," Lilith explained further.
   "Maybe it's good he's in our corner," Lynn put her hand up to her chin in thought.
   "He should be as good as new in the morning.  Mist does good work. She healed me."
  Lilith let out a sigh of tension she didn't realize she was holding.  Her shoulders dropped, and when they opened the door to their cabin, she hopped into her bed. She made sure to watch Lynn get into the top bunk above Layla, and her black hair fell from the edges of the twin bed.
  "Night," Lynn told Lilith sweetly, and soon both girls were out.

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Mist did do wonders for Jackson.  His arm showed no sign of injury, smooth, flawless skin replaced the gnarly bite.  He had more spring in his step, and woke with a new resolve to survive. 

   He woke everyone in the cabin up an hour before the speakers would screech.  He explained what he had heard about the Scavenger hunt, and for Lynn and Layla to be wary of the Fairies.  Max should lay low in the werewolf group, and that Jackson would take care of the details later. 

   He stood next to Lilith, keeping her at the edge of the group of vampires that morning.  Eli was spotted at the other side of the group, with maybe 25 people between them.  Everyone waited in silence. People rubbed their face, and fidgeted; uncomfortable. 

A scavenger hunt couldn't be deadly, could it?