Alpha's Faire

II

"There's nothing in the world I wouldn't give to go home with you." The drunken slur came heavily into her ear. She rolled her eyes. This guy had to be kidding, right? It couldn't be this easy. After all, she had only stood there for about an hour, waiting for her prey to show up. But this time, he came to her.

    "Really?" She turned to face the troll that stood beside her. His teal skin glowing against the fluorescent signs of the bar. Apparently, from the looks of his stance, it was. He was drunk. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Tell me," her voice kept low and seductive as her fingers traced his bicep. "What would you give to me if I said yes?" Her bright blue eyes glowed a vibrant flash of gold as they glanced up at him. His lips parted, and she could see some drool coming out. The troll's eyes dilated, surprised at her response.

    "Anything." He growled.  "I'd give anything to fuck a faire, especially a dark one."

    "Well then," She glanced down his shirt, sucking in her bottom lip. "You might want to put your hands behind your back." Her blue eyes flashed gold once more, and this time, the troll found himself bound by golden chains. They covered his legs and arms, glowing with their scripted spells in the dark. He hit the floor with a solid thud. It happened so fast that the troll barely knew what hit him.

    With a flip of her lavender locks, she placed her hands on her hips. The troll growled, but it was useless. With the chains made of magic and faire magic at that, it was difficult to break out. 

    "You fae bitch." He growled at her. She rolled her eyes at his response as she pulled out her phone. Typical. "You're a bounty hunter?"

    "Seriously, Bangor, you need to stop drinking and sleeping around. It makes you far too easy to find."  She replied as she pulled up the number on the phone.

    "Jexanna?" The curt voice of her brother came through on the line. "This better be good."

    "Well, that's a nice greeting for me." She chided him playfully, glancing down at her prize that was trying to wiggle his way to freedom. Jexanna's lips frowned as her eyes glowed once more. This time, the 400-pound troll found himself falling through a circle of golden light on the floor. He screamed and shouted as another circle immediately opened in the ceiling of the bar. Bangor came down with a boom.  "I've got Bangor."

    "You bitch!" He growled at her. In response, Jexanna gave a swift kick to his arm.

    "Of course you do." His voice was kept even. "I'd expect nothing less. Do you need me to send any assistance?"

    "Please." Jexanna snorted at him, before giving Bangor another swift kick as he tried to wiggle away. "Just give me the coordinates of the cell he belongs in."

    "Fine." He replied with the sounds of typing following. "Sent." Her phone chimed immediately. "Jexanna, come in this time after you send him over." Jexanna raised a brow at this. Typically her brother wanted her to come in as often as hell froze over. She was a nuisance to his position on the force, since, she was his half-human half-sister. He preferred her to stay separate from his existence, which was difficult when she was a private investigator and bounty hunter.

    "Alright, Aerin." She said. "Is everything okay? Did Risa catch you with a mistress?"

    "Please, don't joke like that." He scoffed. "Everything is fine. There's something we need to discuss something in person sooner rather than later." Aerin replied, not betraying any emotion as always.

    "Fine." Jexanna sighed. "I'll be there soon." She hung up and looked over at Bangor laying on the floor. The coordinates were in her notifications, and immediately she held out two fingers into the air. The fingers drew out the coordinates, dancing gracefully before her eyes glowed once again. Bangor was swallowed into a light of gold, vanishing before her eyes. But not before he shouted one last yell, "Next time I see you-"