Bloodfever
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I couldnt find any words.
His smile was terrible, his laughter even worse: moist-sounding, wrong. He held out his arms, as if to waltz. Welcome, dance partner. Welcome to my ball here in Hells grotto. Death is not seductive. It does not come silk-clad and sweet-smelling as I did for my chosen. It is lonely and cold and merciless. It takes everything from you, before it finally takes you. He dropped his arms. I had it all. I had the world by the balls. I fucked anything I wanted, anytime I wanted. I was worshipped, I was rich, and I was going to be one of the worlds great new powers. I was the Lord Masters right hand and now I am nothing. Because of you.
He pulled up his cowl, adjusted it, then turned and walked away. So think, lovely bitch, he tossed over his shoulder, about how lovely you wont be soon. Think about the morning and what horrors await you there. Try to sleep. Wonder what might wake you. Dream. For they are all you have left now. I own your reality. Welcome to mine.
I lay on my pallet staring up at the stone ceiling. Id gone to that sidhe-seer place in my head and discovered something: I was capable of illusion. Not the Fae kind of illusion that affected others, but a kind only I could see. It was enough. With my mind, Id painted clouds and a blue sky on the stone ceiling of my grotto, and I could breathe again.
Was it really only three months ago that Id been lying by the pool at my parents house, in my favorite pink polka-dotted bikini, sipping iced sweet tea and listening to Louis Armstrong croon about what a wonderful world it was?
The song currently playing on my mental iPod was Highway to Hell. Id been on it and not even known. It was a fast road; made the Autobahn look like snails playthree months total from Stateside to Tombside, and a month of that had been squandered in a single afternoon, playing volleyball with a facsimile of my sister in Faery.
Vlane? I said with soft urgency. I conjured a light wind to buffet my fluffy clouds on the ceiling. Are you there? Anywhere? I could really use some help right about now. For the next little whileI had no concept of time down hereI invoked the death-by-sex Fae fervently. I promised him things I knew Id regret. Id regret dying more.
It was no use.
Wherever he was, he wasnt listening.
What in the world had happened to Malluc? What had he meant when hed said parts of him were Fae? How could parts of a personor vampire in this casebe Fae? My understanding was either you were Fae or you werent. Could Fae and human reproduce and would the resulting offspring be half-Fae?
But that wasnt the read I was getting off Malluc. Each time Id encountered him, Id focused directly on him, trying to get a sense ofwhat he was. It had always been confused, and now it was even more so. However hed become part Fae, hed not been born to it. It was something hed become. But how? Was it like vampirism? Did they bite you? Have sex with you? What?
My clouds were gone. Maintaining illusion was hard work, and between the pain of my wrist and the aftereffects of whatever drugs hed given me to keep me unconscious while transporting me from Dublin to the Burren, I had little energy left. I was starving. I was cold and I was terrified.
I rolled over on my side and stared out of my cell.
I was imprisoned at one end of a long oval stone cavern lit by torches on the walls. At the other end a single metal door was hinged into the wall.
In the center of the cavern was a low stone slab that resembled a sacrificial altar more than anything else. There were knives, bottles, and chains on it. Three opulent, brocaded, Victorian-style chairs were drawn up around it. Malluc had brought the tatters of his Goth past with him into the earth.
The walls of the damp cavern were lined with other cells or grottos; some so narrow and small that they were barely more than barred boxes in stone that a person might be stuffed into, others large enough to hold a dozen men. My cell was sandwiched between cells on both sides, with bars separating us, but they were empty. In a few of the cells across the way, occasionally something moved. I called out to other occupants but nothing replied. Had Malluc created this place, or was I in some ancient dungeon, remnant of a more barbaric time, buried so deep in the earth it had been forgotten?
Clouds. I rolled over and painted them on the ceiling again. I was shaking. Phrases like deep in the earth just werent working for me. I had a few friends who were spelunkers. Id always thought they were nuts. Why go to the ground any sooner than we have to?
I added a sun and a dazzlingly white seashore to my illusion, I dressed myself in pink. I painted my sister into the picture.
Eventually I slept.
I knew he was in the cavern with me the moment I awakened.
Fae but not Fae: I could feel him there: a dark cancer, a wrongness.
My head ached from sleeping on a pillow of stone. My wrist pain had eased from the torture of screaming nerves, to flesh and blood pain, which was more bearable. I was so hungry I was almost too weak to move. Did he plan to starve me? Id heard it took something like three days to dehydrate. How long did I have to go? I had no sense of time in this place. Would hours feel like days? Would days feel like months? How long had I been unconscious? How long had I slept? From how hungry I was, I knew at least a day had passed, perhaps two. I have a high metabolism and need to eat frequently. Assuming he fed and watered me, what would I be like after a week down here? A month?
His smile was terrible, his laughter even worse: moist-sounding, wrong. He held out his arms, as if to waltz. Welcome, dance partner. Welcome to my ball here in Hells grotto. Death is not seductive. It does not come silk-clad and sweet-smelling as I did for my chosen. It is lonely and cold and merciless. It takes everything from you, before it finally takes you. He dropped his arms. I had it all. I had the world by the balls. I fucked anything I wanted, anytime I wanted. I was worshipped, I was rich, and I was going to be one of the worlds great new powers. I was the Lord Masters right hand and now I am nothing. Because of you.
He pulled up his cowl, adjusted it, then turned and walked away. So think, lovely bitch, he tossed over his shoulder, about how lovely you wont be soon. Think about the morning and what horrors await you there. Try to sleep. Wonder what might wake you. Dream. For they are all you have left now. I own your reality. Welcome to mine.
I lay on my pallet staring up at the stone ceiling. Id gone to that sidhe-seer place in my head and discovered something: I was capable of illusion. Not the Fae kind of illusion that affected others, but a kind only I could see. It was enough. With my mind, Id painted clouds and a blue sky on the stone ceiling of my grotto, and I could breathe again.
Was it really only three months ago that Id been lying by the pool at my parents house, in my favorite pink polka-dotted bikini, sipping iced sweet tea and listening to Louis Armstrong croon about what a wonderful world it was?
The song currently playing on my mental iPod was Highway to Hell. Id been on it and not even known. It was a fast road; made the Autobahn look like snails playthree months total from Stateside to Tombside, and a month of that had been squandered in a single afternoon, playing volleyball with a facsimile of my sister in Faery.
Vlane? I said with soft urgency. I conjured a light wind to buffet my fluffy clouds on the ceiling. Are you there? Anywhere? I could really use some help right about now. For the next little whileI had no concept of time down hereI invoked the death-by-sex Fae fervently. I promised him things I knew Id regret. Id regret dying more.
It was no use.
Wherever he was, he wasnt listening.
What in the world had happened to Malluc? What had he meant when hed said parts of him were Fae? How could parts of a personor vampire in this casebe Fae? My understanding was either you were Fae or you werent. Could Fae and human reproduce and would the resulting offspring be half-Fae?
But that wasnt the read I was getting off Malluc. Each time Id encountered him, Id focused directly on him, trying to get a sense ofwhat he was. It had always been confused, and now it was even more so. However hed become part Fae, hed not been born to it. It was something hed become. But how? Was it like vampirism? Did they bite you? Have sex with you? What?
My clouds were gone. Maintaining illusion was hard work, and between the pain of my wrist and the aftereffects of whatever drugs hed given me to keep me unconscious while transporting me from Dublin to the Burren, I had little energy left. I was starving. I was cold and I was terrified.
I rolled over on my side and stared out of my cell.
I was imprisoned at one end of a long oval stone cavern lit by torches on the walls. At the other end a single metal door was hinged into the wall.
In the center of the cavern was a low stone slab that resembled a sacrificial altar more than anything else. There were knives, bottles, and chains on it. Three opulent, brocaded, Victorian-style chairs were drawn up around it. Malluc had brought the tatters of his Goth past with him into the earth.
The walls of the damp cavern were lined with other cells or grottos; some so narrow and small that they were barely more than barred boxes in stone that a person might be stuffed into, others large enough to hold a dozen men. My cell was sandwiched between cells on both sides, with bars separating us, but they were empty. In a few of the cells across the way, occasionally something moved. I called out to other occupants but nothing replied. Had Malluc created this place, or was I in some ancient dungeon, remnant of a more barbaric time, buried so deep in the earth it had been forgotten?
Clouds. I rolled over and painted them on the ceiling again. I was shaking. Phrases like deep in the earth just werent working for me. I had a few friends who were spelunkers. Id always thought they were nuts. Why go to the ground any sooner than we have to?
I added a sun and a dazzlingly white seashore to my illusion, I dressed myself in pink. I painted my sister into the picture.
Eventually I slept.
I knew he was in the cavern with me the moment I awakened.
Fae but not Fae: I could feel him there: a dark cancer, a wrongness.
My head ached from sleeping on a pillow of stone. My wrist pain had eased from the torture of screaming nerves, to flesh and blood pain, which was more bearable. I was so hungry I was almost too weak to move. Did he plan to starve me? Id heard it took something like three days to dehydrate. How long did I have to go? I had no sense of time in this place. Would hours feel like days? Would days feel like months? How long had I been unconscious? How long had I slept? From how hungry I was, I knew at least a day had passed, perhaps two. I have a high metabolism and need to eat frequently. Assuming he fed and watered me, what would I be like after a week down here? A month?
