Finding Faerie (Pixie Dust Chronicles 3)

“You think I don’t know where your power comes from?” Her fangs shot out. “You think you can beat me? You have no idea what we’re capable of!”

We? The pain in my wrist was excruciating, numbing my other senses, but I could swear she’d said ‘we’. Did she mean vampires in general? I fell to my knees choking back bile, as nausea and dizziness kicked in simultaneously. Maria never released her hold, so my arms were now wrenched behind my back. Broken bones hurt like a bitch, but this seemed extreme. My vision was now blurring and my skin felt like it was on fire. What was happening to me? She must’ve had someone nearby using magic against me.

I screamed as pain lanced through my chest. “What are you doing to me?”

Maria released me and jumped away when she heard me speak. The throaty voice was back and this time it boomed out of me, echoing across the alley. I took advantage of the reprieve and lifted my aching body from the ground. She was slowly backing away as I reached my full height, eyes widened in…fear?

“What…how…how are you doing that?” She looked down at her palms, which were now an angry shade of red.

“Doing what?” I stalked towards her on a mission. My debilitating symptoms had suddenly disappeared, leaving me with renewed energy and a single-minded focus: Kill or be killed. I knew that one of us wasn’t walking away from this.

Trash ripped through the air as the wind picked up again. My long locks were lashing me in the face as I advanced upon her. She screamed like a Banshee as blisters licked up her arm, charring the once milky, white flesh. She waved her arms wildly in my direction. “That! How are you doing that?!”

A shadow on the left caught my eye. I darted to the side just as a dumpster flew from one end of the alley to the other. Maria took advantage of the distraction and flung herself at me. I cried out as her fangs scraped down my neck, tearing my flesh. They didn’t sink in, but she was certainly trying to get them to. Something primal was awakened inside of me in that moment. I knew that she would overpower me if I didn’t take action immediately. Every instinct I possessed was screaming at me to use my light. What the hell did that mean?

It was only a matter of seconds, but I must have asked myself that question at least a dozen times before it came to me. What was the brightest source of light that I could think of? What would be the most effective weapon against a vampire? I grinned as I felt my power revving its engines, waiting for the green light. I was salivating at the possibilities as I glanced up at the night sky. My vision clouded over briefly before the entire world came into focus all at once. My eyes were no longer impeded by darkness, everything was bright as day. Maria’s bloodcurdling scream was like gasoline to my fire. I was awestruck as boils marred her perfect face until she literally went up in flames. She flailed violently, fanning the blaze. I could no longer make out her features; only shades of orange and red with flickers of blue existed. Something brushed past me, right before her morbid dance suddenly ended. A hulking force had tackled her to the ground and was rolling her body back and forth to extinguish the fire.

I blinked a few times as the light faded, allowing my eyes to adjust. Familiar brown eyes met mine as he checked her body for a pulse. Curious, I stood there watching as he scooped Maria’s limp form into his arms. My inquisitiveness morphed into surprise in the next moment, when they both disappeared into thin air. Just like that…one minute they were five feet away from me, and the next, they were floating through the ether.

“Where did they go?” I asked no one in particular. Labored sputtering behind me caused me to spin around on high alert. A large man’s body lay on the ground, patches of blackened skin exposed by melted clothing. His hair was matted with blood and his lips were crusted with blisters. I cringed as I looked over his charred face. Oh shit, did I do this? Did this poor man get caught in the crossfire? Or was he working with Maria? My gut told me he was an innocent bystander, so I conjured some dust in my hand and imagined a healing balm. I tried focusing harder but nothing was happening; I couldn’t seem to block everything else out. Dammit! His cracked lips were moving as if he was trying to say something, but no sound was coming out. I dropped to my knees and leaned over to see if I could hear him.

“Kar-li,” he wheezed.

My head snapped up. No, it couldn’t be. I examined the man more closely, looking for any clues to his identity. His closed eyelids fluttered open and icy blues stared back at me in horror. I gasped as my suspicions were confirmed. “Leo.”

“Omigod, Leo!” I cried. “What do I do? I’m so sorry; I didn’t see you! What do I do?” The smell of burnt flesh assaulted my nostrils. Leo’s burnt flesh.

He tried lifting his arm towards me but it fell limply to his side instead. “Blood…I need—” he croaked.

“Blood?” I repeated. “You need blood?” I threw off my coat and shoved my naked wrist towards his mouth. “Here, take it.”

He tried lifting his head to latch on, but he fell backwards, smacking it on the filthy concrete and lo

sing consciousness. Oh fuck, that wasn’t good! I tried shaking him but couldn’t get him to wake. I almost puked when I pulled back and realized that I had taken some of his skin with me.

“Shit!” I frantically looked around for something to open my vein. I found a broken bottle to my left and grabbed it. Without any hesitation, I slashed it across the inside of my forearm. I screamed as my skin split open. I shoved my arm against his mouth, but his lips were sealed. Using my other hand, I pried his jaw open until I was satisfied that it was wide enough. I pressed my arm against him more forcefully but he made no move to drink on his own.

“Leo, please drink,” I begged. “C’mon, you can’t leave me. You can’t leave me! Drink, dammit!” It felt like an eternity had passed before I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed for the first time. A moment later, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and began drinking with renewed vigor. “Oh, thank God!”

I watched his skin repair itself as he drank from me. He didn’t need much before his eyes opened on a face that was once again beautiful. He licked my forearm, making the crude slice disappear. His awareness seemed to return as he stood with vampiric swiftness. “We need to get out of here.”

My eyes traveled over his body looking for injuries. “Are you sure you’re okay to move? You only had a few gulps.”

He patted his body down. “I’m fine.” He offered his hand to help me stand. Once I was vertical, he said, “Hold on.”

Before I could ask why, he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. A second later, we were gliding across the streets of Dublin. My head spun as I hung upside down watching the pavement whiz by. Headlights from nearby cars accosted my eyeballs as we moved faster than I could’ve ever imagined. I was able to catch a fleeting glimpse of a bridge, a streetlight, and what I think was a newsstand before I squeezed my eyes shut. I was seriously on the verge of throwing up. I wasn’t prepared when he stopped suddenly, so I lurched onto the sidewalk in front of an old brick building. For a moment, all I could do was sit there on my ass, willing my head to stop spinning.

Leo reached down and forced me up by my elbows, leading me into the building, which happened to be a hotel. I tried ignoring the stares from onlookers as I stumbled by. I was confused as he headed towards the elevators because this wasn’t our hotel. “What—”

Leo’s raised hand gave me the universal gesture for shut the hell up. He stabbed the button for the top floor and remained silent as we rode the lift up. I had to speed walk to keep up with him as he exited the elevator and walked down the hallway. He pulled a key card out of his pocket and examined the burnt edges. It apparently wasn’t too damaged, because a green light illuminated as he swiped it to unlatch the lock. Leo pushed the door open and turned the deadbolt once I joined him inside.

He nodded curtly towards the sleek grey chesterfield. “Sit down and tell me what happened.”

I looked down at my bloodied clothing. “I’m filthy. I think I’ll stand.”

He walked into the bedroom, came out with two large towels and placed them on the couch. “Sit. Talk.”

I obeyed. “Why do you have a room at another hotel?”