Story of Sebastian

The Story of Sebastian, Chap Two

The Story of Sebastian

Chapter Two:

He walked out to the dilapidated room and stood there naked, closing his eyes to remember. He'd been young and sold into servitude. Just a scrawny houseboy until the day he'd had enough with punishments and dodging the advances of the lecherous man of the house. Sebastian hadn't had much of a choice when he'd been cornered in the barn. He'd grabbed a pitchfork and stabbed the rotten bastard through the middle. Imagine his shock when the fucker didn't die on the spot. Hadn't been human, but neither had Sebastian. Thankfully, someone had come to his rescue because he'd been fresh out of ideas after the pitchfork failed. He'd been raised under the tutelage of that rescuer, brought up as an Enforcer.  

Sebastian shook his head and flexed his arms. He dropped to the floor and started the workout routine he did every day. He'd never known the man's real name or make, but he'd died an old man, shit, twenty five years ago at least. The guy had probably been centuries old too, who knew for sure. Sebastian had gone through different partners since then, always trusting the Gods to set him up. Enforcing was something best done in pairs and his tutor had said they were doing the work of the Gods. Sebastian wasn't as religious or faithful as his boss had been, probably owing to feeling abandoned for sixteen long years.  

He paused in his sit-ups to stare at the ceiling. Why the hell was he thinking of all this depressing shit today? The past was over, he was what he was, and he liked the job. A growl rippled through the room as he put himself back into his workout with renewed vigor. He was supposed to be amping up for tonight, not dwelling on facts he couldn't change. Maybe he'd take himself into town and look for some distractions to wind away the time. Sebastian wasn't sure what Dubhan did while they waited, but he guessed the methodical fucker was cleaning weapons and going over all the details with a fine-toothed comb. Sure, enforcers worked in pairs but only when they attacked. It was safer to stay apart in their off time. They were big guys and two together drew a lot of attention.  

Sebastian sipped the beer as he sat at the bar. Gods love Ireland, the crowds were up and drinking with the clock having barely struck noon. Tourists mingled with locals and occasional rowdy jokes permeated the room. He'd picked the smaller pub hoping it wouldn't be so full, but he'd hate to see the tourist trap pub across the street. His head turned as a rowdy group cheered on some sports team on the TV. Soccer or rugby probably, he didn't really care. He snickered into his beer as some fan got wrapped into an embroiled debate over who was the best fan. Humans were so clueless. Meaningless was what all that crap was. If they understood just what surrounded them, those boys would go home, shit themselves, and never walk outside.  

"You're a different sort..." the bartender tried to start a conversation with him, probably hoping to improve her tips.  

Sebastian slapped a wad on the counter. "How about just pouring the beer and skipping the conversation?" he said it as politely as he could, surprised that she didn't take offense.  

He watched her saunter over to another customer and start up the friendly chat. The smile and laughter didn't quite reach her eyes. Sebastian concentrated, his skills weren't as effortless as Dubhan's, but he'd never had much need for magic- Just a strong back and a good sword, gun, any weapon of choice. He focused on the laughing redhead, noticing her hair was probably naturally brown. Her thoughts broke through to him in tumbles. She was thinking of getting off work and painting. She hated this job and the people she had to entertain. If the guy stared down her chest one more time, she'd dump ex-lax in his drink. She needed to dye her hair again and hated it red, but it added to her tips from the tourists... Sebastian frowned and released his hold, poor girl stuck behind a bar instead of out living a dream. He stared at himself in the mirror behind the counter, silently saluting and drinking the last of his beer. Was pretty much true for all of them, wasn't it?  

"Wanting another one?"  

"Just a water, keep the change."  

Sebastian's mood was getting dour again. He searched around the room looking for a distraction. His number would probably be up soon if he kept focusing on the bad details of life. His eyes caught a crooked smile and his brain froze. Well, hello freaking pixie. He watched casually to see if she was visible to everyone or if only he saw her. As one man tripped to buy her a drink, Sebastian had his answer and turned to watch openly. Bloody, fucking pixies were always good for a laugh. He wondered how many people she would be taking down tonight. Fucking pranksters of the supernatural world, they never killed but they left many wishing they did. They had a horribly sick sense of humor.  

Silver eyes slid over to meet his and Sebastian nodded his head. He caught the surprised look on her face before she masked it. She hadn't expected another supernatural to be witnessing her debacle and he wondered if it would change her game plan. As she started to move towards him, he shook his head. "Oh no, pixie, leave me out of this one." He caught her quiet hiss as the word 'Enforcer' bounced around her head. Well, at least it earned him a free pass to just watch the day's entertainment.  

His appearance didn't stall her for long, pixies never had much control of their need for trouble. Sebastian watched as a quiet whisper from her had a tourist shouting expletives about the home team in the rugby match on the TV. As the locals stalked over to the embarrassed tourist, another whisper had a mug flying across the bar. Sebastian reached out to stop the bartender from leaving her post.  

He handed her another wad of money. "Just take a break out the back for about twenty minutes. I'll watch the bar."  

His compulsion worked and she was out the door in record time, ignoring the calls for more beer or liquor. Sebastian worked the pulls and bar as all mayhem broke out around him. The pixie was quick on her feet, easily darting out of the way of the harm she caused. It was telling of her age, the speed of her movements around the room. Her compulsions fell lightening quick in the mostly full pub. Sebastian heard the sirens in the distance as the patrons started to fall into piles of bloody exhaustion.  

He looked up as the pixie sighed in ecstasy on the bar. She was perched lightly next to him, enjoying the last dying moments of her pandemonium. There was the pull of the pixie. The chaos created an almost sexual high for them and even he could feel the heat she was throwing off in her excitement. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted.  

"Tis but a wee bit of sport," she panted at him.  

"Shoo before you have to deal with the human authorities." Sebastian grinned. "And thanks for the control." He meant it, she could have done a lot more damage and probably would have if he hadn't been there.  

"Shame," she winked. "Look me up if ye be needing to unwind..."  

She disappeared with a giggle and a wave as Sebastian shook his head. The patrons were all shaking off what had disturbed them and he quickly made an exit out the back. He found the fake redhead taking a drag on a cigarette leaned against the alley wall.  

"They're done in there, bars in one piece, and cops are on their way."  

"Thanks." She blew out a smoke ring. "Fucking pixie is in at least once a week..."  

Sebastian's eyes went wide with surprise as she tossed the cigarette and stalked back inside. He'd missed her half-supernatural side when he'd first scanned her. She knew it was there though. Sebastian barely caught the swish of a tail before it was tucked back under the vest she wore. He rolled his eyes and stalked down the alley. Fucking Ireland, his kind were everywhere in this place. Sebastian paused to look into the bright sky as he wondered what drew so many here of all places. A ringing interrupted his thoughts and he pulled out the cell phone contraption.  

"Yeah."  

"Time's been moved up... fucker came back early and he's got a 'guest', meet me in twenty." Dubhan's voice echoed through the tiny silver thing.