Melinda stared at Hesh as she sat across from the mouse fey at the kitchen table. Her dinner dress itched, but Melinda refused to scratch chalking it up to a minor unknown allergy. Hesh crammed whiskey soaked cereal into his mouth, until his cheeks puffed out obscenely. Chewing noisily, Hesh stared back at Melinda unblinking, which just added to the list of things that disturbed her about the man.
Melinda couldn’t see Hesh as he truly was; instead she viewed a very short and lithe man in his late twenties. Fire red hair, and near coal black beady eyes, dressed in a tattered leather duster and unwashed clothes. Melinda fidgeted tucking her legs back further under the chair, after feeling something coarse brush her shin for the third time. Clutching the cup of coffee in front of her, Melinda mentally muddled through the fog of the previous night and the morning.
Recalling that she was almost raped, Jarvis had saved her. The fight had been more brutal and very movie like. Amazing and almost dream woven, Melinda’s attacker had bled as if struck by a knife, but Jarvis did not have one to her recollection. The sex later was great, Jarvis was very dominating, nearly brutally so, almost animal like. Melinda however was puzzled when she wore one of Jarvis’s shirts as a sign of affection he grew very stern with her, telling Melinda to get dressed and go eat in the kitchen.
Melinda suspected it had something to do with the other girl, Ching. Perhaps Jarvis was already taken, and this Ching was his lover? Worry and pangs of jealousy rocked through her. Chewing her lip Melinda choked down a blush and noticed Hesh still had not blinked or taken his gaze off her.
Melinda realized there was something very wrong about these people. They did not fit with each other, from her brief observation of the four. Jarvis was a middle classed business man, Ching looked more suited working for a strip club than a moving company. Hawg looked like a burly biker that should be behind bars, and Hesh was obviously crazy. Yet they had a bond that went as deep as any close knit family. Melinda watched Jarvis pace back and forth in the loft over looking the kitchen, speaking on his cellphone.
Sipping her coffee, Melinda tried to converse with Hesh. “So what do you do in the company?” Melinda said with trepid curiosity.
Hesh replied with his mouthful of food. “I vuff the tuck” Swallowing quickly, Hesh said again. “I drive the truck.”
Smiling nervously, Melinda almost laughed. Hesh sounded like Beavis from that late night cartoon, Beavis and Asshat. Bluntly Hesh spoke, “You smell like you just mate-got fu-… uh, had sex.”
Melinda blushed furiously, her ears pounding from the rush of blood. Adjusting her glasses Melinda cleared her throat looking down at her coffee cup. Etiquette and discretion was obviously something foreign to Hesh leaving Melinda unsure how to proceed.
Changing the subject quickly, trying to angle the conversation to eventually get at Jarvis’s relationship status. Melinda said. “So how do you guys know each other? Do you all work here? This all seems a little odd. Who are you people exactly, you don’t look like a typical moving crew? No offense of course.” Silently Melinda prayed for Jarvis to end his call and come down and ‘rescue’ her from the encounter with Hesh.
Hesh pushed the bowl away, peering at Melinda across the table. Hesh fidgeted, rolling his hands over each other repeatedly, the man’s eyes shifted looking left to right and centered upon Melinda again. Melinda had a sense that she was about to peer into Pandora’s Box when Hesh said. “Do you really want to know?”
Melinda nodded her consent, watching Hesh carefully; unsure of what the man may do next. Hesh’s eyes riveted to Melinda, placing his hands on the edge of the table.
Hesh smirked, almost feral in expression, and said. “You asked for it. We all work here, because it is safe. On our own we might not do so well, get victimized or something. It is a nasty world out there; someone has to have your back in it. We know each other because there is no one else really worth knowing. We are nothing like you have ever met. You live your comfortable little life never even knowing what is truly out there among you. We are lovers and killers. We are legends and stories that your little mommy would tell you to keep you in line. We are what is left when the world embraces science and things like internet porn. We live here because this world is dying and ours is overcrowded. We help humans and torment them at the same time. Jarvis is a tiger. Ching is a wolf. Hawg is a pig. I’m a mouse. We’re fairies, stuff of myth. ”
Melinda leaned back in her chair and away from Hesh; the man was now literally crawling on the table top towards her as he spoke. Backing her chair up Melinda stood; Hesh had pushed her beyond nervousness and into terror. Backpedaling Melinda laughed weakly, “Really? That’s nice. I..I…I should be going.”
Melinda dashed off without waiting for a reply, racing through the makeshift halls, nearly shouldering the exit door in her frantic departure. Melinda ran awkwardly in high heels for five blocks, before getting to a taxi stand outside the Nugget casino in downtown Sparks. Leaping into the cab, Melinda babbled her address to the driver. Looking out the rearview window Melinda watched the warehouse she ran from fade into the distance.
Scratching at the side of her dinner dress, Melinda looked down seeing white hairs dotting her dress. Picking at one Melinda peered at it, hearing Hesh’s voice in her head. ‘Jarvis is a tiger.’ Melinda battled to keep hyperventilating, hugging her knees to her chest the entire ride home…
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Jarvis set down the cellphone, having been pacing and pretending to talk to someone for nearly half and hour. Calling down to Hesh, Jarvis said. “She gone?”
Hesh rolled over onto his back upon the table, knocking the bowl and Melinda’s coffee cup off. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, Hesh lounged, and said. “Oh yeah she is gone, for now. Something different about her though.”
Jarvis padded down the stairs, the tiger’s tail telegraphing his agitation. Standing at the side of the table looking down at Hesh, Jarvis said. “What did you tell her? What do you mean different?”
Lazily Hesh gripped his own tail and guided the point to his nostril. “She is curious. I told her the truth. I..” Hesh squeaked as Jarvis gripped the mouse’s throat, the tiger’s lone eye boring into Hesh. The grip slowly tightened, causing Hesh’s eyes to bulge.
Jarvis snarled, “You what? We just had a visit from the Sidhe! They have an eye upon us now, and you told her?!?!”
Hesh clawed at the paw around his throat, it was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Rasping, Hesh said. “I…I…She thinks I am crazy, you wanted her gone…I did it. Lemme go! …You owe me for the…task!”
Jarvis had that all too familiar look in his eye, teeth bared, the tiger’s ears flattened. Jarvis really wanted to eat someone, instinct openly struggling to reach the surface and take over. Hesh took a hand and started rummaging in his coat pocket desperately, closing around the puppet pawed fingers working blindly to enter the puppet. Raising Hesh partially Jarvis knocked the back of the fey mouse’s head into the table top. By sheer will the tiger released Hesh, growling as he turned his back to his companion. “Granted and paid.” Jarvis said.
Hesh rolled off the table, rubbing his throat, his other pawed hand withdrawing from the coat pocket. Coughing, Hesh said with now watering eyes, “Good…Glad to hear it boss.”
Jarvis closed his eye, shoulders spring tight with tension. A few deep breaths sounded, as the big cat rumbled. “I wonder what goes through your mind when you do these things, Hesh.” Jarvis said tightly.
Taking precautionary cover under the table from the big cat; Hesh coughed lightly before speaking. “That makes two of us.”
Jarvis chuckled to himself, though when Hesh stuck his snout out from under the table, the tiger growled sending the mouse fey ducking back under. Jarvis would keep Hesh under the table for a few more minutes, just enough to keep the instinct of playing with potential food satisfied.
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Greyson fumed inside, sitting at the opposite end a long table with Queen Bora in his seat at the head. His seat! The polite façade was something Greyson practiced often enough. Keeping his expression plain, he plotted the Queen’s ruin a hundred different ways. Like all Sidhe, Greyson was stunningly handsome, body modeled well beyond human ideal and perfection. Greyson was over two hundred years old, but being Shidhe that meant little.
Unlike most Greyson was not afraid of Queen Bora, he was envious of her, and that made him angry. Tommy Valentine sat to Greyson’s right and Reiner on the queen’s right. Tommy Valentine winced every time he had to adjust himself in his chair. Brushing a imaginary speck of lint from the sleeve of his hand tailored suit, Greyson glowered at Tommy. The Sidhe could only shrug and wince when the motion concluded.
Queen Bora lazily looked over the stack of files placed before her, wanting to see records of favors owed to the court, back taxes, even the mortal vassal budget. The table filled as more Sidhe entered, some pale with worry, others in awe to be in a queen’s presence. Closing the file, Queen Bora yawned and lounged in the seat, seeming to know Greyson’s ire about the temporary shift in power.
Keeping his eyes downcast, Greyson spoke, “I assume everything is in order, my queen?”
Sighing languidly, Queen Bora turned her razor covered eyes towards Greyson. Bora drew the silence out with practiced patience, letting the other Sidhe grow nervous before she said, “Everything is perfect.” upon hearing the collective sigh the queen continued. “Too perfect.”
Greyson adjusted his tie before daring a glance up at Queen Bora, “Too perfect, my queen?” Greyson said cautiously.
“You run this city much like a human business. There are no noble aspirants, no threats to speak of. No gallantry. Where is the heart in all this?” The Queen said airly.
Clearing his throat, Greyson took a breath, “My Queen. Please understand that we have had to adapt to survive here. We have no lost our hearts; it is had to change with the way of the human world.” Greyson said.
Greyson maneuvered himself into the mind set of this meeting being a political trap. Queen Bora was acting almost paradoxical to what he had heard of her. Queen Bora drummed the finger tips of her free hand upon the table. Smiling slightly with a malicious glint, Bora said. “Does that explain the phenomenal luck we have had in the Wild Hunt? Yes we are born to succeed but fifty years without a change of the crown, intriguing. Word of this ‘streak’ has reached the highest councils. You should be proud of that.”
Worry rippled through Greyson, not able to help himself from shifting in the seat uncomfortably. Composing his words, Greyson said. “My Queen, I am honored to hear those words. We make the selection by sacred lottery, and compete fairly as is the old ways.” Insufferable bitch! This was a trap, and nearly inescapable one at that.
Queen Bora let her smile fade, replacing it with regal blankness as she spoke, “Duke Greyson. I have heard rumor that our lower ilk do not partake in the event. Is this true?”
Tommy glanced at Greyson and remained painfully silent. Greyson let the queen’s words sink in, his response he felt was a gamble. Putting pride to his voice, Greyson said. “I have heard these rumors as well, and they are just that. Rumors. Not that I would blame them, how could they not lose heart when facing their superiors, my Queen?”
Drawing her fingers back from the table Queen Bora closed them slowly into a fist. Speaking plainly the Queen said. “I am pleased these are mere rumors, Duke Greyson. We must dispel these rumors, and inspire those that doubt to greater heights. Too many human cities lay empty of our kind, or have discarded the old ways completely. We look to you to change that. Inspire the hearts of the other fey, make this hunt a tale worth telling.”
Unbelievable! The Queen was clearly here to ruin him! This was an outrage! Still there was nothing he could do…for the moment. The lottery was to be held tomorrow, he needed a suitable candidate, and quickly. Greyson, balked before bowing his head, keeping his voice steady and said. “As you wish, my Queen.”