The
Fairyhunter
Part
6
SHE TALKED!!!!
Holy shit!, he thought, eyes wide. NO sprite could talk! None
of them! He felt a cold trickle down his spine as an unwanted thought crept
into his head. Y‘know, if they can TALK,
then they aren’t really things that ought to be bought and sold…
He shook his head again, angrily clearing it
of such thoughts. He had a job to do, especially with this one. She couldn’t be
allowed to wreck anymore of his stuff or anyone else’s. There were people who
made their living this way and she was just an unfortunate casualty. A very
sexy little casualty, he thought, reaching down to adjust himself. A little
glint of gold caught his eye in the grass and he paused, then
reached down to get it. Holding it up close, he could see that it was a little
amulet on a chain, the same one that had been around her neck.
He grinned a little again, somewhat relieved
that she had possibly gotten away. If she was gone, he wouldn’t have to deal
with her…he could just go back to being pissed that she’d wrecked his
equipment.
That’s when he noticed the glow under the
piece of bark at his feet.
He lifted it up gingerly and saw her lying
there on her back, looking up at him in fear. She was obviously hurt, but
trying to look brave. He couldn’t help but think of how beautiful she looked
lying there, her body enveloped in a soft pink glow that accented the curves in
her tiny figure. He hadn’t ever really bothered to look a sprite over before,
but he found he couldn’t take his eyes off this one.
She looked back up at him and their eyes
locked. Neither one could say anything for a moment.
"That sapphire is mine, sprite,"
he said sternly.
"Take it back, then," she said
smugly.
He changed the subject, to her surprise.
"How hard did you hit the field?" he asked.
"I’m fine," she said, a little too
quickly. "Are you gonna try and capture me or
not? ‘Cause if you are, you’re got a long night ahead of you…I don’t care if I
have to kill myself and take your whole hand off in the process…"
"I’m warning you, human…" she said
weakly, still not moving at all.
"I know of a few fairy collectors who
use their prizes for…other things, too." He could feel her breathing
heavily under his fingertip, saw the rise and fall of his
favorite gem against her tiny chest and felt himself get excited with her. She
made no move to zap him or touch him and he knew what they were both waiting
for. He started to slide his finger up just a hair’s breadth more, edging the
gem slightly aside, feeling the tiny strip of leather that bound her vest up
just over the swell of her firm little…
"
She looked around and saw that his hand was
past the perimeter beams…which meant so was she. The gem was still clutched in
her arms. She looked back at him quickly, then nodded
her head, turned and fluttered shakily off his hand to disappear in the woods.
He drew his hand back, then
opened the other one. There in his palm was the amulet. Fair trade, he
supposed. I got something she wants, too. Michael joined him, crashing
through the underbrush like a wild animal. "I said did you find her?"
he panted.
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