'Eating Faeries' 12

“Eating Faeries” 12

Alex ran like hell.  She could hear the dog behind her.  She looked back on occasion, making sure that the imps weren’t following.  Her lungs burned like fire as she ran forward.  She nearly tripped over a mailman as she ran down the street.  She quickly issued an apology as she continued on home.

About three houses from her house, she stopped and took a breath as she rested.  Part of Alex’s mind was curious as to why she knew what the Imps were.  Another part mourned the Dryad, even though she hadn’t known the fey for all that long.

Something wet and sticky suddenly flapped against her face.  The Wolfdog was licking her face.  Alex collapsed over as she shrieked at the animal.  She crawled away from the wolfdog and stared at it.  A smile seemed to be on its snout.  

Alex sighed.  She decided that the wolfdog was only trying to cheer her up.  Alex patted in his head and she started to think about Lisha’s last bit of information. She had told her to find Homer.

“Who the hell is Homer?” Alex asked aloud.  The Wolfdog seemed to give her a shrug. It probably has no idea what I’m talking about, Alex thought, ah well.  Maybe the book Susan gave me has a clue about who Homer is.


Isha opened the door to her car with a bit of fury.  Most of it was at herself, especially since she had forgotten about the girl in the alleyway.  She got into the driver’s seat and hit her palms against the steering wheel.  She doubted if the vampyres would find the girl or the mask soon enough.  The hot air of the closed vehicle it her and she sat down.

She sighed remorsefully.  She would have to tell Morgan herself that she had forgotten all about it.  The Queen of the Unseelie, the Queen of Air and Darkness would say the words.  Isha had seen it before.  First her skin would be burned with the raw magic of Morgan’s voice.  Isha shuddered at the thought of it.  Only one other thing scared her more than the possible tortures of her master.

Her ears suddenly noticed something.  Isha turned to see a tiny and shrunken human male lying on the seat behind her.  He was barely breathing and his skin was soaked with sweat.  

“Oh yes, you…” She spoke aloud as she remembered picking up the young man when she was driving earlier this morning.  She picked him up and looked at him.  He cheered her up a little.  A new pet for her to play with…

Sharp pain shot through her arm as she felt something dig into her flesh.  Isha looked down to see the little man, now awake, spilling blood from her thumb.  She dropped him immediately as a reflex.  

“Damn little bastard.” Isha sneered at the little thief.

The little thief moaned in pain.  Jeremy couldn’t move.  His back hurt, but his legs and arms wouldn’t move at all.  The fall had wounded him greatly.  His plan had failed.  But he did get her.

“Like that bitch? Like that you stupid-” Jeremy was cut off when Isha’s thumb covered over his face, forcing his mouth shut.  She picked him up by the head.  She dangled the tiny, shrunken little creature in front of her eyes.  Isha then quickly shook him a little.  He didn’t move much in reaction.  Isha smiled at this.  Isha then got a brilliant idea.

She tugged one of Jeremy’s legs.  After a moment, she felt the bones pop and she successfully pulled the leg off of him.  She tossed the leg out a window.  Isha then moved onto the next leg.  After she had removed the arms, she got out of her car.  She put him gingerly on the ground while she clawed a hole in a field near the warehouse.  Isha buried the little man halfway in the dirt.

The little creature screamed at her.  She then, very quickly and very precisely, ripped out his tongue with a swift movement of her fingertips. She whispered to him in a very soft and kind tone, much akin to a mother speaking a newborn child.

“Poor, poor little bastard. Why weren’t you nice to me? I was so nice to you.” She rubbed his head. “Ah well.  I hope you enjoy you last moments on this plane.”

A centipede crawled out of the dirt beside Jeremy.  Isha looked at it and smiled once again. “See? You already made a new friend.  Have fun!”

She laughed as she walked back to her car.

Jeremy, meanwhile, gave a gurgled scream as he remembered something.  The old man had told him not to trust beautiful woman.  Why didn’t he listen? Why didn’t he?



Homer checked his watch.  He shook his head in shame.  He hated being right about such things.



Once she had gotten on the road, Isha was already trying to get back on track.  Her fey mind had trouble focusing on a single task.  Isha tried to remember what else the Queen had wanted.

“What was it?”

She wasn’t quite sure about it.  Isha remembered the orders to examine the prisoner.  Oh yes, the part Isha both loathed and was happy to do.  She turned the car onto the right lane and turned as she went toward the northeastern part of Phoenix.

The imps.  Isha was to go meet with them, the rotten little ravenous beasts that they were.  She drove regretfully.  She remembered where she had last left the pack of imps that Morgan commanded.  In some school called Madison Rose Lane.



Isha parked her car in front of the elementary school.  Classes were still in session.  She checked the clock on her dashboard. It was five minutes until one o’clock.  She walked around the school building until she was in sight of the action occurring in the schoolyard.

A mob of Imps were clawing and slashing on top of something.  The thing they were on top of was alive and struggling to get up.  The imps were screaming with joy while they continued their scratching and clawing.  Isha began to run up to the pile of imps.

She cursed under her breath at this.  This day was going from bad to worse.  The faerie just didn’t want to deal with yet another bit of this.  First the prisoner, then her new prey and now the imps were clawing some poor kid up-

Isha stopped when she recognized the skin of the victim of the imps.  She smiled.  The faerie half-considered letting the imps continue their fun.  But no, she needed to talk to them and this creature they were attacking would be very useful.

“Get off her!” The faerie ran up to the imps, scattering the demons away from the body.  Most of them blended into the shadows, burrowing back into their places until the gravel of the schoolyard.  Three of them stayed behind, glaring at Isha with their red eyes.

“Whatsssss issss it you wantsss unssssseelie?” The three of the imps spoke in unison.  Damn Imp hive mind, thought Isha.  That always crept her out.  

“I want her.” Isha pointed at Lisha, who was on the ground bleeding.  Isha could identify the dryad, even by smell alone.  Seelie smelled disgustingly full of life and growth.  Isha hated that smell almost as much as she hated the Seelie themselves.

“Whatsss?  Ssshe wasss our funsss!”  The Imps sounded defeated.  They looked at each other and nodded in unconscious agreement. “Finesss yous get dryad, wesss get to have gurl.”

“What girl?” Isha asked.

“Dark-haired gurl with a dogssss.  Sssshe had gem.  Ssssshe had whip.”  The imps spoke with anger and hate in their fate.  They were enraged at this girl apparently.  

“Did her hair have crimson highlights?” The imps nodded. Isha recognized the description.  She walked over to the dryad and moved a hair out of the bloodied face of Lisha. The dryad was still alive and Isha placed a hand upon the Seelie fey’s face. Isha whispered to Lisha, “Hello dear cousin.”

“Unseelie scum!”  The dryad spat into Isha’s face.

Isha’s smile widened.  “You will be so happy when I’m done cleansing you, dear cousin.  I will fill your poor soul with the wonders of decay, rot and darkness.  When I am done, you will appreciate your death like no other possibly could imagine.”

Isha stood up and waved a hand at the imps.  The imps came over to her and looked up at her.  Isha closed her hands together as she bent down toward the little demons.

“Put her in my car.  Then I have a job for you.  Go find that girl with a whip.  And do whatever you want with her.  Just make sure you kill that dog that is with her.  Deal?”

The imps shrugged.  To them this seemed like a great deal.  They got what they wanted.  They blended back into the shadows, all saying one thing.

“This gurl will paysssss…”    

All Isha could do is agree as she poured a vial of human blood down into the mouth of Lisha.