A Modern Faerie Tale

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two:

The man raised an eyebrow, “How touching, but I’m afraid she belongs to Faerie now.”

Keira felt like smacking the stupid man’s smirk off his ugly face. Okay, his face wasn’t ugly, Keira thought; it was beautiful from its faery-like angular shape and sharp knowing emerald green eyes to the scar running from under the right eye across the cheek to just beside his lips. The same lips, which was still smirking at her, daring her to do something stupid. Keira stared at his face, she knew this face. Her Gran had warned her about this man or should she say Faery. This was Darian, King of the Unseelie Court. He was known for his harsh ways, news of his terrible punishments even travelled here, to the mortal world.

“Very well, but if she’s going, I’m coming with,” Keira declared with a fierce look in her cobalt blue eyes. How could that stupid Aeronia let Ainsley eat faerie food, Keira thought, she knew that Ainsley was human and this would happen. Keira glanced at the redheaded faerie, she was quite a sight; with her wavy molten locks that cascaded down her slender back and stopped at her waist, her curious hazel brown eyes and a body that any human would kill for.

“No! I will not have a worthless pixie in my court. Especially a pixie like you,” Darian said giving a horrible laugh when he saw the look of horror crossing Keira’s face, “Now leave this place at once, before I lose my temper over a pathetic thing like you!”

Darian looked behind the excuse of a pixie and gave a slight nod to the faery standing just behind the annoying pixie with piercings on her belly, ears and he even got a glimpse of a piercing on her tongue. Wondering how this pixie could withstand the iron of all her piercings he gave the signal to Orick, his most trusted knight and right-hand man, to take care of the problem pixie, but not to kill her, just yet.

Keira felt hands snake around her waist. She searched franticly for a way out. Her eyes landed on Ainsley, her Rocket, how stupid had she had to have been to bring her best friend here. To think, this would have cheered her up. Keira struggled against the hands that held her, she kicked and dug her nails into the skin of the faery that held her but he was much too strong for Keira.

“Keiraaaa!”

Keira’s head shot up. What she saw would forever stay in her head and she would always blame herself if anything happened to Ainsley.  Ainsley was struggling against an invisible barrier, faery magic, she was pounding her fists against it, kicking it and shouting profanities like it was going out of fashion. Then all of a sudden her struggle stopped and she sank to the floor like she weighed a ton.

Keira wanted to run to her, pick her up and tell her how sorry she was for bringing her here, for not doing something to her ludicrous, cheating boyfriend or her drug-addicted mother but most of all she wanted to say sorry to Ainsley for not being a better friend.

Keira turned around, determined to get away from her capturer, she looked him in the face and froze. All she could think of was how hot he looked. His hazel green eyes stared into her blue ones. Keira felt as if she was drowning in the depths of his green pools. She felt her body slacken and the fight leaving her. She saw him smirk at her and the next moment, she found herself in the streets of New York.

I have to get Ainsley, Keira thought, she must be so afraid. With a determined sigh Keira got up and ran the few blocks to her parents’ house. Ainsley always said the house looked big and beautiful but to Keira it always looked lonely and much too big for three people. Keira ran across the well-manicured lawn with its rose gardens and onto the porch where she unlocked the door and ran up the short-cut staircase to her bedroom. The room was very neat, the house maids cleaned up after her; the walls were a blood red colour with black tribal designs on them. Keira walked to the window and threw the black and red curtains open.