Tea Leaves and Diamond Bracelets

Fairy Queen in Blood

Match Six: Fairy Queen in Blood:

If Arthur thought Hecate was bad, Allison would make him wish that he was never born. The nightcomers practically took over his flat. Their mother just made it worse.

On the surface, Allison looked like a proper lady. She kept up well with her appearances. Her dark hair was always combed to her shoulders. Her Victorian dress gave her the impression of being wealthy to others. She did have the money to back it up, mind you. So many years of living helped her accumulate wealth and status through the changing years. Allison spoke so eloquently too. She knew what she wanted and communicated it well. Her grace and charm drew others towards her.

But, Arthur knew the truth.

Allison sat across from him in the living room at three in the morning. She held a glass of red wine in her hand.

"Care for a drink, dear Arthur?" she asked. The Englishman quickly shook his head.

"No?" she asked, eyebrow raised. He shook his head again. Allison shrugged.

"Pity," she said. Arthur looked up at her with big eyes.

"Hm?" Allison asked. "Did you say something?" He looked like he was going to cry.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he said in an inaudible voice. She took a sip of her red wine. Allison herself never laid a head upon the English man. Her daughters were the ones who tormented him. Allison didn't have to do much to him. The look in her eyes alone was enough to send shivers down his spine. He couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Why you ask?" she asked. Arthur slowly nodded. Has it come down to this? He can't tell her or her daughters no. Hecate already broke him down. She forced him into a contact that he can't get out of. He couldn't escape the eyes of her sisters. They cut him off from his colleagues. Lucy went through his mobile phone the other day.

"You wouldn't be making any rather unnecessary calls, would you?" she asked. Arthur backed up, shaking his head.

"No, no!" he said. "Of course I wouldn't!" Lucy turned off his phone.

"I will be keeping this by my side, thank you," she said. "You won't get it back until Mother says so." Arthur gulped as the nightcomer walked down the hall.

Meanwhile in present day, Allison put down her glass.

"My, my, my," she said. "I didn't think that I would have to take the time to break it down to you." The woman with the dark hair laughed.

"Well then," she said. "I guess I can break it down to you." Arthur's eyes widened. Allison motioned him over to her. He quickly shook his head. She wouldn't let up on him.

"Come on," she said in a low voice. She motioned him over again. The Englishman lowered his shoulders and crawled over to her feet.

"Good boy," Allison said in a low voice. She reached out and touched him on the forehead. A violent soundless wave shot through his body. Arthur's eyes widened as he felt himself slowly away into the darkness.

What is this?

Arthur's eyes shifted around the dark purple. The hollowing winds surrounded his head. His body felt so cold. It was then he noticed that he was naked.

"Hello?" the Englishman asked. He froze when felt a heavy breath on his nape. Against his better judgement, Arthur glanced out of the corner his eyes behind him. Golden eyes locked upon him. He could tell that was Allison behind him.

Only, she looked a bit different.

She appeared much younger. She pulled him closer to his body. Her soft, smooth skin made him feel that much colder. When did she dye her hair light blonde? She hazy lavender smell of her made his heart race. Arthur knew where this was headed.

No...

Allison gently breathed on his ear. "Do not be afraid. Give yourself over to me." Arthur frantically shook his head.

"No!" he cried. She blew on his ear on his nape.

"But you must," she whispered. "You have the one thing that will sustain us in this game." She held back her right hand.

Stab!

Arthur let out a silent scream and black blood fell out of his mouth. Allison shivered as she breathed in.

"Ah, yes!" she moaned. "That's good! I can feel your life energy flowing through me! Can you feel it? Yes! Yes! Oh!" Fear held Arthur hostage. He glanced behind to see those golden eyes turning bright red.

"You feed us," Allison purred. "Your magic has been strong ever since you were a little boy. I have been watching you for quite some time now. When Hecate took the first taste, I knew that you would be the one to lead us to victory." She dug her hand in deeper. The pain spread through his limbs.

"Stop," he whizzed out.

"But, I can't," she said. "You make me feel so young again." Allison closed her eyes. She started moaning aloud. The Englishman trembled as her nails touched his heart.

"Let me go..." he whimpered.

"I can't," she said. "Mmm." Arthur's eyes rolled back into his head. This was where he was now, huh? Was he going to be a slave to Allison and her daughters? He would've broken away from her grasp under normal circumstances.

"Please..." the Englishman pleaded. Allison giggled.

"You know we can't do this," she purred in his ear. Arthur finally turned his head. Allison's face began to resemble one of a serpent's. Her eyes burned with the flames as she shivered. The Englishman looked down and saw more hands covering his naked body. The dainty fingers inched upwards on his skin. He could feel their nails digging in. The Englishman let out a violent silent scream.

Allison smirked at her work.

Can you see it now?

Allison drew back her hand. Arthur sat on his knees with all of the color drained from his face. He broke down trembling in front of her.

"Well?" she asked. Arthur fell on his living room, shaking violently. Allison finished her wine and stood up. She reached down and patted him on the head. Her knees came down by his head. Arthur could feel her hot breath on his ear.

"I am so glad that you understand now," she whispered. "We have so much more work to do." She gently kissed him on the cheek.

That kiss was enough to kill what was left inside.