Tea Leaves and Opal Necklaces

Dark Faerie

Match Three: Dark Faerie:

She had her talons hooked into him.

Arthur could feel Hecate standing beside him. She followed him wherever he went. Despite not physically being there, he could still tell. The thought made him gulp. Her eyes stayed locked on his back. Hecate may have been beautiful, but the Englishman knew her true nature. When she smiled, he could feel a little bit of his soul dying inside. She reminded him what he needed to do without saying a word. Arthur hadn't give her his answer. Hecate, her mother, and her sisters wouldn't take no for an answer.

"The world will be coming to an end," Hecate said in his bed last night. The sheets damp with sweat came just below her breasts. Arthur sat on the bed beside in the dark, trembling. His eyes looked hollowed with no soul. She sat up and rubbed on his shoulders.

"We've already taken the first step, my dear Arthur," she whispered in his ear. "You can't walk away from it now. My sisters and I have already opened five gates in Ikebukuro. It won't be long before we open last two and have the new gods in the new world." The English man tried to push her off.

"You can deny it all you want," Hecate said. "But it's already here. You can't stop it now."

The English man tries to keep calm and carry on. He couldn't sleep anymore. His favorite beverage, blood, began to smell and taste like blood. Flying Min Bunny avoided him with the look of dread in his eyes. The rest of his imaginary friends could no longer reach him. Francis tried to make fun of him, but Arthur walked straight past him and didn't look up.

"Britain?" the French man asked.

Every night, Arthur found himself drinking more of Hecate's poison. Tonight, she waited for him in his bed. Before that, Arthur could already taste the sick in his mouth. She was the one who pushed him into this. She waited for him at his front door one night. Just by the look on her face, Hecate had one agenda on her mind. The color drained from Arthur's face as he stopped in his tracks. She stepped forward with only a hint of emotion in her eyes.

"You kept me waiting," she said. Her words felt like a knife. Arthur lowered his eyes. Hecate was always there every night. Her judging eyes locked onto him. The Englishman knew how this story went. Hecate was the devil in unfolding story. She wasn't going to leave until he formed a contact with him. By this time, Arthur began to remember how this would go down if he gave in.

"How long are you going to put this off?" Hecate asked. "This country is already an active player in the game. You have to participate with us, dear Arthur."

"What do you want from me?" Arthur asked. Sweat ran down the side of his head. Hecate walked up to him and put her arms around his shoulders.

"Form the contract with me," she whispered. Her answer never changed. This nightcomer was determined to have him on her side at any cost. Flying Mint Bunny couldn't reach his friend anymore. She saw to that herself.

This type of plan took patience and the right amount of charisma to warm over her prey. Arthur to be the right key for their end of the game to go as they planned. Hecate smiled at the Englishman like an angel.

"How long are you going to keep running away from the end?" she asked. Slowly, she hooked herself into her target. Hecate pressed her lips to his. The Englishman's heart dropped into his stomach as he knew where this would go next. Each time he pushed her off, she would come back stronger. That last kiss drew tears to his eyes.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" Arthur asked in a hoarse voice.

"Our gods need you," Hecate whispered at his lips. "We all need you. I need you." This was the first night as sank her talons into him. Before he knew, her led into her flat. She laid him onto his bed. Hecate sat up and flipped back her hair.