Queen of the Fae (Book 1)

One

"For all the hillside was haunted
By the faery folk come again
And down in the heart-light enchanted
Were opal-coloured men."

"I swear to god Jupiter, if a bloodthirsty serial killer chops us up into little pieces, I will personally make it my undead mission to haunt the shit out of you." I groused as I managed to keep from stumbling over another log. I bit my lower lip, playing with the ring there as my friend laughed, her bright red hair flashing gold in the setting sun.

"Oh come on Eva, lighten up. Your parents moved across town into the widely known haunted house. You can't blame me for being curious." She swung around to face me, causing my forward motion to nearly bow her over, and planted her hands on her hips. "Besides, I got you out of seventh period advanced Algebra." Her pretty face soured into an expression of disgust at the sound of the word "Algebra" leaving her mouth. Not for the first time did I find myself envious of her pristine porcelain skin and smattering of freckles across her nose and high cheekbones. Her curvy frame was accented by tight skinny jeans ripped in various places and an emerald green shirt, bringing out her eyes.

"You aren't exactly dressed for a hike through the woods, babe." I commented dryly.

Eyeing the high heels she sported, I pursed my lips and shoved my rats nest of brunette curls over my shoulder, glancing down at my lanky frame which was dressed in my usual signature color. My black cargo pants were tucked into my black Doc Martins, with an extra large black hoodie nearly falling to my knees to complete the look. We were two different entities sharing one soul. Unconcerned with my observation, she merely flipped me off and whirled around to continue on her way. I cursed my lesbian self as my eyes immediately attached themselves to her ass and the sway of her hips.

"You checking me out, Pierce?" She called, glancing at me over her shoulder and raising a perfectly manicured brow, her plump lips forming a sly smirk.

I laughed. "You wish ho-bag." She flipped me the bird again and I just shook my head at her, a grin dancing on my lips. Jupiter and I were polar opposites yet somehow the universe saw fit to place her in my life. The second she took notice of my all black loner vibe and heavily pierced self in first period Chem freshman year, it was over. She'd staked her claim and now we were damn near inseparable and I was just fine with that. 

As we walked in silence, I couldn't help but glance around at the darkening forestry around us. The greenery thickened and the bird song faded as I pushed aside heavy branches to reveal the well. My heart started to pound at the sight of the moss covered brick and rusty over hang frame that I imagined once held a bucket for scooping up the water. It was clearly very old and I wrinkled my nose at the smell of murky water and rotting wood. I rolled my eyes at my deranged friend as she clapped in excitement, her red curls bouncing. "Oh wow, it's kind of cute!"

My nerves spilled out of me in a tangle of sarcasm laced with bitterness. "Yeah if you're the weird kid in the back of English who draws mythical creatures and hangs out in the cemetery with their dead parents." I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes as she blinked at me in surprise before cocking her hip and narrowing her eyes.

"Yikes...first of all, Elliot is nice and his drawings are really good. Secondly, his parents aren't dead, his mom left and now his dad says she's dead because he's too embarrassed to admit that she left him for a guy twenty years younger than her." I waved her off, a low half-growl escaping my mouth, my long legs blowing past her.

"He's still weird." I mumbled as I came to a stop just before the well, a chill erupting down my spine at the dark, almost black water a few feet below the edge. My brows furrowed as I stared into my reflection, taking in the deep caramel tone of my skin and eyes the same color as the water below me. My eyebrow tickled as the ball piercing there winked at me, and I played with the ring in my lip. While Jup liked to argue that I was exotic and fierce, I just saw a lonely washed up girl who hated Algebra and mourned the loss of her dead mother.