History Of Fire: A Dark Faerie Tale Part 6

Sary and Braelynn gave each other a look and promptly pulled out some leaves from the tiny little packs strapped to their waistbands. With a quick flick of a hand, they both turned the leaves into money.

"Wicked! Uh, yeah ... give them that." I shook my head again, surprised at their little deception. "You really pay bills with leaves?"

"Or anything thin enough to look like money."

"Handy trick. Wish I'd thought of that before."

"It doesn't stay looking like money forever. It's just a temporary glamour."

"Gotcha." I sighed and headed toward the convenience store, knowing they'd follow close behind. I was feeling loads better today. Even the wound from the Draelik wasn't aching. I felt great, actually. The craving for the draught was gone, so I was hoping I wouldn't be needing that stuff for a good long while.

I hurried into the convenience store, feeling grateful for the A/C blowing at full blast. The city was a different kind hot than what I was used to. It didn't matter if it was winter, the temperature was still higher than back home. At least it was a dry heat, sucking at my skin to shrivel it up. Even so, the sweat began to bead on my forehead.

"Excuse me." I leaned on the counter and watched as a pretty blonde girl finished stuffing cigarette boxes into the display on the wall behind the counter. She turned, wiped her hands on a smock tied to her skinny waist and gave me a pleasant, bright smile. It made me flush, and I stuttered to ask her what I needed.

"h.e.l.lo, how can I help you?"

"Do you have a phone I can borrow? I-I need to call a cab."

She nodded, reaching behind her for the phone and the yellow pages. "Yes. Here you go. Dial 9 first."

I took the cordless phone and book from her and gave her my own flirty smile. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Was she turning red? I liked her response. Too bad she lived in Vegas instead of Portland.

She watched me as I walked down to the end of the counter for some privacy.

"Don't forget to bring it back," she called out, winking and returning to her task before I could rea.s.sure her I wouldn't steal it. I guess she saw a lot of c.r.a.p working in a place like that, even if it was in a nice neighborhood. Still, I didn't look like a thief, did I? I took a sweeping glance down at my white shirt, hoodie, jeans and sneakers. Nope, I looked like a sloppy hoodlum, but not a thief. What do thieves really look like anyway? There was dirt caked on my shoes, my hair was all mussed up and my hoodie had seen better and cleaner days.

I sighed. So what if I looked unkempt. I was a warrior and an elemental warlock. Cut me some slack. I flipped through the yellow pages, finding what I needed before finally dialing the nearest cab company.

Sary and Braelynn were standing at the entrance outside, looking awkward as they peered at the slot machines lining the windows. One old man sat at one of the machines, yanking the handle every now and then to send the reels spinning. The tiny bells going off as the reels stopped made Sary twitch with each chime. The old man wiggled his eyebrows at the ladies before giving them a toothless grin. They gave each other a tentative glance, looking not quite thrilled at his attention. I stifled a chuckle as I finished confirming the ride and hung up the phone.

"Here you go, miss. Thanks a ton." I handed the phone and book back to Blondie and flashed her a white, toothy grin again. That caught her eye, and she gave me that charming smile once more before glancing away. "You don't happen to have any Funions, do you?"

She was watching the girls, looking strange standing outside with nothing to do.

"Uh, yeah, second row to the right." She flicked her eyes back to me and pointed to the girls. "They with you?"

"Um, yes. My cousins are visiting from out of town. Never seen slots in their entire lives." I liked the little laugh she let out as she smiled and visibly relaxed. "You know ... tourists." I rolled my eyes for emphasis and sealed the deal by grabbing a bag of chips and quickly filling up a Slurpee cup before placing it onto the counter for her to ring up. Her delicate fingers tapped away at the touch screen register, and I found myself admiring her studious face.

I wished I could stay and chat more, but I knew there wasn't time for that. I sighed and thanked her for her help before I turned to Sary and Braelynn, who probably didn't need any snacks. By the way they stared horrified at the racks of food, I could see that they were more than disgusted by the fake, sugary crud humans stuffed down their throats.

"Have a nice day!" Blondie waved at me as I headed through the front doors. I turned to wave back and admire her backside as she turned away and walked down toward the rear of the store. When I turned back again, I found a disgusted Sary and a tight-lipped Braelynn.

"What?"

"Must you ogle every female in your vicinity?"

I shrugged, and they both turned to head back to the sidewalk to wait. I sipped on my Slurpee and joined them.

The day was growing shorter. I munched on the Funions as quietly as I could and scanned the streets. There wasn't much magic out there in the suburbs of Vegas, meaning there weren't patches of Unseelie escapees nearby. Good thing, though. I didn't feel like battling anyone just yet.

I shoved the empty bag into the trash as the cab pulled up, and the girls and I jumped into it and gave the driver the directions. The cab was a minivan, so we all sat in the back so we could have some privacy.

"What if we don't find this Lorell? Then what?" I asked.

Sary chewed on her lip and Braelynn furrowed her brow, thinking about my question. "I've tracked him as best I could, but when we get closer, I can weave a more specific tracking spell with the crystal, since it was his."

I scratched my head. "What if it leads us back to Ferdinand, its previous owner?"

Braelynn smiled, a rarity from her. "I can track anyone who's touched it. I know a lot more than just healing arts."

I grinned. I liked her way of thinking.

"Sounds good!"

When we got closer to downtown, she pulled out the crystal figurine of Elvis and dropped it gently into her lap. She rubbed her fingers together before she held her hands over it, almost cupping it, and leaned forward and began whispering words over it.

I glanced up toward the cabbie, who was changing channels on the radio and muttering under his breath, not giving us a second glance. Good. I didn't want him to freak out and drop us out onto the road thinking we were some satanic cult or something. Humans take everything the wrong way, hence why magicals don't really make themselves a public spectacle.

It was fascinating watching Braelynn perform the tracking spell. I'd learned so much from the grimoires in the Pyren back home, but from what Ferdinand had told me, I had a long way to go. At the moment, I was more of a fire elemental trickster and warrior than a true sorcerer. If it came down to a match of magics, I would probably lose. Pathetic.

When she finished, she held it out on the palm of her hand. "There. It will pulsate with energy the closer we get to Lorell. If we're in the same room, it'll vibrate until we set eyes on him." She grinned, giddy from using her magic. It made me just as happy to see her sudden good mood.

"You'll have to teach me that spell so I can write it down in my own grimoire."

She furrowed her brow again and leaned closer to me. "You have your own grimoire?"

I nodded. "Yep. Mom wanted us to make our own grimoires. It's an old family tradition. Everything I learn in my lifetime I'll need to write it in there, like my ancestors did. Not only for me to remember, but for the future generations to reference."

She looked pensive. "Have you read them all?"

"The grimoires? No. Not yet. There's tons of them. Plus some scrolls in some old language I don't even understand."

She smiled and reached out to touch me on the forehead. A swift, tingling cold sensation rushed from her finger into my skin and made my brain feel cold. I fought the urge to jerk away.

"Whoa ... what was that?" I tried not to be loud, but the cabbie looked up into the rearview mirror, eyeing us suspiciously.

I waved at him, throwing him a sheepish grin before he frowned and looked back toward the road. Phew! Close call.

"I gave you the gift of speed reading. Next time you're at the Pyren, you'll be done reading all the grimoires in no time. Plus," she leaned forward and whispered, "you can read any language now, too, even ancient elemental ones."

I rubbed the spot on my forehead. "Wow, really? That's cool! That's a neat trick. I'll be done reading them before Anna." I gave her a tight squeeze until she squeaked. "Oh, sorry. Really, thank you!" I was grinning from ear to ear.

Braelynn smiled and proceeded to close herself up again, turning to peer out the window. It was too bad, it was pleasant to talk to her when she wasn't withdrawn, a lot more so than with Sary and her volatile personality.

I sank back into the seat and peered out the window as well. Sary sat on the other side of me and appeared to be seething about something, but I didn't care. Let her be jealous. Jealousy was good for people to learn what they really wanted out of life. What they did with it was what mattered.

Chapter Eleven Vegas.

Vegas

The flashing lights stayed on even in the daylight hours all through the downtown Fremont Street area. I peered above us and studied the enormous arch structure they called "The Fremont Experience." It was impressive in its sheer size and the amount of tiny lights stamped throughout it. The entire street was bursting with tourists and alive with chatter, announcements and flashing neon signs.

"Show's tonight after sunset and every hour after that." A woman at the nearby shop kiosk waved at us. "Get your phone bedazzled here!" I shook my head and snorted. I didn't think I needed my phone bedazzled, decorated, pimped or anything. In fact, I was in desperate need of a charge. It'd been sitting dead in my pack for a long while now, but it didn't matter to me much. I was an off the grid kind of guy.

The place was crowded, and I found myself getting b.u.mped all the time on all sides if we stood still too long. Bunches of tourists and locals muttered their curses at us as they picked their way around our little group. It was nightmarishly suffocating for anyone not used to sharing their personal s.p.a.ce.

"Where's the Golden Nugget?" Sary paused at another kiosk selling Las Vegas souvenirs to ask. The shopkeeper pointed down the street and added his own spiel to the directions, hoping to reel her in to buy a trinket. Sary was already breaking away, without even acknowledging the guy, and kept on moving forward. He gave her a deep scowl when he realized it wouldn't do any good to try and sell us his wares. We shoved ahead to keep up with her.

Faery etiquette was lacking in the real world. If I thought humans were rude, faeries topped that. I wondered if the iron in the city was bothering them. Braelynn didn't seem to notice, but Sary might have been more vulnerable to its effects. I didn't dare ask her, though.

"Hey." I tapped Braelynn, and she grabbed my elbow to draw me closer before another person cut between us.

"What is it, Benton?" Wow, she was suddenly all formal. I hoped that didn't mean she was going to try and be the adult of the group now. I couldn't stand authority. I'd been on my own for a while and didn't need that around me anymore.

"Um ... what's wrong with Sary?"

Braelynn sighed as we weaved through the thick crowd, barely keeping Sary within our sights. "You're wondering about the iron sickness and if it messes with our moods, aren't you?"

I nodded. So Braelynn had some wonky intuition, too. It felt like she was violating my thoughts. Maybe her holding my arm wasn't a good idea since it obviously amplified her power, but I didn't want to let her go and get lost in the crowd.

"Well, you're a.s.sumptions are right. It makes us feel quite moody, messes up our equilibrium. It's thick here with all the metal and concrete structures. I don't feel it as much as Sary does, but I can already feel it burning my bones."

"Ouch. Sounds painful."

"It takes getting used to, but it's tolerable with the right glamour. Stay out here long enough, though, and it's impossible to shield oneself from all the effects of it."

"Like the banished?"

She nodded. "Exactly. They begin to deteriorate rapidly and need to either stay away from the cities or acquire magic another way."

Someone slammed into my shoulder, sending me toppling over and almost on my rear. Finding my balance, I popped back up to find Braelynn staring back at someone with familiar fury in her eyes. I followed her line of vision and watched as a large man with bright blue eyes with deathly pale skin and black-as-night hair smirked at us before turning to run into the crowd. I lost him before I could even give chase, like he'd made the press of people swallow him up whole.

"What the h.e.l.l?" I rubbed my shoulder and winced. It hurt like a bad sunburn. I peered over to see if Braelynn was okay and took her arm again. "You all right?" She nodded. "Do you know him?"

"Unfortunately, I used to."

I gave her horrified stare. "You do? Who is he? What's up with the friendly b.u.mp?" I rolled my shoulder. Was it getting worse by the second? I was sweating and feeling more and more breathless.

"No one to be concerned about." She turned and proceeded toward the entrance of the Golden Nugget, where Sary was waiting and impatiently tapping her foot.

"Come on! You guys are as swift as slugs!"

I rolled my shoulder one more time. The spot seared even more, making me suck in a breath. "Sorry. We were sort of attacked."

Sary widened her eyes and scanned the throngs of people flowing by like a rapidly gushing river. "What happened?"

"A former lover of mine, Cornelius. He ran into Benton," Braelynn stated, looking morose.

Sary flicked her gaze between us. "Not Cornelius of the night elves? That's not good if he knows we're here."

I was completely lost in this conversation. The tormenting ache in my arm wasn't any help. "Excuse me? Elves? How come I've never met any?"

Sary turned toward me and touched my aching shoulder. I winced, but didn't let her see just how much it was killing me. Her face told me she already knew.

"The night elves are a faction of Faerie who deal in dark arts and magic. There are the sun elves, too, who work with more of the good magic of the earth."

"Ah, so bad boys and good boys." I turned to Braelynn, frowning. "So you like the bad boys?"

Braelynn pressed her lips tight but chose that moment to step forward and squeeze my shoulder hard. I hissed, the pain almost making me black out. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with these women?

I yelped. "Hey! That really hurts." I didn't push her away when I noticed her eyes slip into concentration and her lips begin to move. When she finished, she pulled away and rubbed her hand like it was also burning.

"Sorry. He hexed you. I had to remove it before it took hold and made you lose the use of your arm." c.o.c.king her head, she frowned. "It was already taking a good hold on you."

I rotated my arm, feeling much better, but appalled at what she'd said. "He hexed me? What's wrong with these people? I didn't do anything to him."

Sary laughed. "Actually, claiming another's chosen can be quite the insult in Faerie."

My eyes widened. I thought they were going to pop out. "WH-what?" I spun toward Braelynn, whose serious mask of a face made my fury surface. "You're his chosen? A night elf? Why would he think I claimed you? I didn't claim anyone. Spit it out, I got to hear this."

She sighed and stepped forward before I grabbed her elbow. "Oh, no. Spill it, sister."

Braelynn glared back at me, and I noticed a tiny sheen of tears forming in her eyes. "He was my chosen. I loved him once, many years ago, and he betrayed me. I left. End of story." She shook my hand off and proceeded to enter the casino where a blast of frigid air, which kept the cooler air in and the warmer air out of the place, sent her long brown hair flying up behind her.

I looked to Sary, who shook her head in disapproval. Apparently I was the only one still confused. It would have been nice to know I was facing a dark elf who had history with Braelynn. I was tired of them holding back information that might be critical to my survival. This was exactly why I loved working alone.

The casino crowd was almost as thick as the one outside, with an added layer of cigarette and cigar smoke stuck to everything, like it was permanently stamped into the walls. It made my nostrils burn as we made our way through bunches of tourists, bachelorette parties, drunken college boys and addicted retiree gamblers. I walked through a puff of cigar smoke and almost choked, frowning at the old man sitting at his slot machine, purposely blowing the smoke into the walkway. He cackled at me, showing off a mouthful of missing teeth. The smoking had wreaked havoc on his face, filling it with stale-looking wrinkles and shriveling his skin. I shook my head and walked on, staying close to Braelynn, who was now clutching the crystal Elvis with both hands.

She abruptly turned and made her way toward one the seedy bars near the rear of the casino. The smoke was making my eyes water and my chest wheeze. I hoped we wouldn't be in there long.

She stopped right before reaching the bar, staring at one of the bartenders as she fingered the crystal. I found the person she was focusing on and slipped onto the nearest stool.

The bartender was a bald, slightly stout man. Usually they had some hot chick or good-looking guy behind the bar, but the downtown casinos seemed more established and held onto their workers longer. I think. It seemed to be so with this man. He looked utterly human, like someone's uncle, or even someone's grandfather. Who knew, really? I sat on the stool right next to Sary and Braelynn. The bar was crowded, too. The entire place was one huge people magnet.