I am not an animal to corner. I am not an object to be placed in a glass case. I am not a woman to let anyone paw me. “I will never be yours,” I hissed out. “As for the fire—” I lost it. Next thing I knew, I shoved Dothur off of me with supernatural strength. I easily tossed him flying back twelve feet, his ass landing squarely on the platform in the middle of the room. There was a stillness in the room. If hatred were visible, the air would have been blood red. But next, Dothur let out a hearty laugh. “It seems you may be right Dian. She is feisty. I think I may have fun breaking her.”
As my anger took form, I saw my own smoke tendrils snaking out around me, ready to strike anyone who comes close.
“Dub, take her.” Dian said. “It’s time we go to the other cities. We need to find the knife, and time is running out on this island.” He reached down and helped Dothur to his feet. “We must watch the clock.”
Dub walked over and reached for my arms. “Don’t touch me,” I said, as my smoke wrapped around his arm. He screamed, as my smoke burned through his jacket and left red burn welts across his flesh. He snapped his arm back, whimpering, which attracted the attention of his brothers. I looked up and saw them walking toward me, forgetting about the Donn. “The bitch burned me,” Dub mewed, carefully touching the welts that were raising into angry red blisters.
“He did say she had fire,” Dothur said with a smile.
“I thought he meant figuratively, not literally,” Dub said.
“Back off, assholes,” I shouted. I held my arms up, willing the smoke snakes to jump out and try to burn the others.
“Come now Keira, now is not the time to play games,” Dian said. “I assure you there will be plenty of time for that later.” Dian said.
“FUCK YOU!” I yelled.
I glanced between Dian and Dub. Behind them, the Donn had moved far enough back that Weylyn could grab him. He wrapped his hand around the Donn’s mouth and pulled him back into the shadows. I quickly turned, and started running, when Dothur reached out, his arm elongating like Rubber Man. He grabbed me, and dragged me back…
Bye Bye Blackbird
- Orin -
Those motherfuckers not only wanted to take my princess. They wanted to make Keira their bride?! Defile her?! In all my years of life, I had never felt more drawn to protecting a living being like I did for upholding her honor.
From the shadows, we watched as the Tweedledum, Tweedledumber, and Tweedledickface talked to the Donn. At first, I thought the old gee-box was about fecking us over, but watching the way he danced about, I realized he was playing the cute hoor and codding the triple dipped shit heels just to get Keira’s attention for some reason. Whatever it was, he tipped her off about the Bone Knife.
The moment I saw her slip, climbing that statue of Brigid, I thought, here we go, time to pull yer socks up and start laying boots. Just as I go to millie up on those three buckets of snot, Weylyn grabbed my arm. I’m after screaming what the fuck, ya jibber? But he pointed back at Keira, and I saw Brann caught her. I sent a silent prayer of thanks to Jaysus O’Hara Christ, and his whole crew. When Keira stepped on a fucking plate, and I took it back again.
“Well, brothers,” said Dother, “look what we have here...” They proceeded with all their preening and throwing shapes about their pervy plans to defile my darlin’ princess. But Keira keeps up the banter with them. I then notice what she’s about. She’s stalling them. The Old Donn’s backing up slowly, while Keira’s doing the misdirection, chancing her arm so the old Holy Joe can do a bunker.
Keira played the ejits like a fiddle, buying time for the Donn to make a run for it. Eventually, the Donn got close enough that Weylyn was able to grab him without making a noise. He pulled the old git back out of the main sanctuary, and I quietly shoved him up against the wall, struggling to keep my wolf claws from springing out. “Will you betray us?” I quietly whispered.
“No,” the old man shook his head. “Once I saw the girl, I just kept talking to keep their attention off her. What I told them was a pile of shyte.”
“Hmm,” I said to meself, “for some kinda high priest type, he’s mighty plainspoken.” I liked him already.
“Can you help?” Weylyn nodded at Keira.
“Yes and no,” he said.
Ahh, there’s a priest for ya. “What the fuck does that mean?” I whispered.
“I’m too weak to use my magic here, but get me out of the temple, and I can help you get off this god-forsaken island before we all disappear.” I exchanged a look with Weylyn. “The island only exists for twenty-four hours. After that it will disappear back into the mist, with anything or anyone still on. When did you land?”
“About thirty minutes after sunrise,” I told him.
“It’s about mid-day, so the sooner we leave the better,” the Donn said. “I assume you have a boat?”
Before we can reply, we hear Keira’s furious scream, “Get your fucking hands off me!” Turning, I saw Dothur wrap his long arms around Keira and pull her close, but even the darkest beasts of evil still have a pair of nuts in the sack. She gave him such a pruning, he turned a whiter shade of pale. (I wonder if that’s what lyric means?) Dothur stumbled back, olagonin’ loud as can be. Now our plucky gal’s ready to tussle, and by the gods, I’m after throwing the hobnails right beside her. Just as I’m about to go barreling in, Keegan and Katie waved to get my attention. Brann the Plan held up his
