Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ The Real Tinkerbell ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

The Pointless Disclaimer: This is my story and my take on the strange monsters our humanity has created. Reviews and messages are appreciated. If there are any typos or grammatical errors I am sorry. I re-read and edit all my chapters at least four times but it's hard to catch them.

Chapter 11

GenÃ¨ve never warmed up to her as she got used to the house. She could tell the alpha female didn't like her because over the past two weeks whenever they were in the same room, she bared her wolf-life fangs at her. Elinore was reminded also, that humans would be extinct as soon as possible. She didn't know if she was safer here or at her apartment.

Landon watched Elinore from the couch sipping his bottle of beer quietly as she watched the news intently. The news, he could never understand how humans could sit down and listen to cosmetically challenged people announce lies off of a computer. “She's lying,” Landon murmured. Elinore gawked at him, “How do you lie about an elevator collapsing seven stories and killing four people!?”

“No, not about that part, she's lying, it wasn't a maintenance error,” he grumbled. Elinore raised her eyebrow, “How can tell that? You can't smell the news reporter can you?” He didn't seem amused by her response.

“No, she's looking to the left, and she's blinking far too much,” he muttered back to her. She reached for her own pack of beer, saying that the brand he drank was too `soft'. He thought it was just because she wanted him to waste more of his money, hers being more expensive as an import. “Well what was it that caused the elevator to fall seven stories?” She asked him, a fire lighting in her eyes. He'd also noticed that she loved arguing, something he hated, but found himself drawn to.

Deven entered the room, “Sprites, they've been terrorizing that complex for two weeks now, someone called in after seeing this incident on the news. They didn't think they'd go this far.”

“Sprites? Green mini goblins?” Elinore asked in shock. Landon nodded with a sigh as he finished off his beer. “Alright then, what's the job? Get rid of the pest problem?” Deven only shrugged a bored nod. “Do you want me to go or you?”

“I'll go!” Elinore shouted excitedly. Neither of the two looked at her. “I'll go,” Landon returned with a sigh. “Are you sure?” Deven asked.

“I'll go,” Elinore added peering over the top of her beer. Still she didn't get any acknowledgment.

She sat there watching them talk, a glare on her face as the two easily ignored her. “Assholes,” she whispered to herself. Landon's ears perked, “What'd you just say?”

She couldn't believe it. The one time he acknowledges her is the time she calls him an 'asshole'. “Oh, so you can hear that?” She asked with fiery in her eyes. Landon raised an eyebrow, “Why did you say something else?”

Standing to her feet she looked at Deven who was trying his hardest not to laugh. “Elinore I don't think you should come, its too dangerous with your father prowling the night,” Deven explained. Landon nodded in agreement, his arms folding over his chest with a stern expression on his face. Elinore sighed in disappointment before Porter entered the room.

“Do not fear Elinore!” He shouted with so much enthusiasm she worried what was on his mind. In the last few days she'd discovered that Porter did not do well with idle time. Whenever bored he'd done his best to stir up trouble for his own amusement or try to make a fool out of anyone who was in his sight. “I need help with the decorations and catering for the ball, can you help?” He asked.

Elinore sighed in defeat as Deven and Landon began walking towards the door to complete their mission with out her. “Yea,” she answered gloomily, “yea I can help.”

She followed Porter through the hallway of the living room to the banquet room which took over the entire lower west wing floor. It was floored with delicate granite tile and the walls were painted with a textured gold. The ceiling was covered with clouds, looking like a sunset sky mixed with purples, blues and oranges. The pillars that kept the floor and the ceiling separated were thick, if she were to hug it, her fingers would not touch each other. The room smelled vague of Febreeze and she could see where a large, polished wooden table was laid against the side wall.

She saw the boxes of candles, another box set with a fire starter and candle holders. The third box was of plates and silverware, platter size dishes and scooping ladles and forks. “What's on the menu?” She joked.

Porter licked over his lips, “I will not tell you her name, you could be related.”

Elinore felt her heart throb with fear before Porter chuckled, “Don't worry, we ordered you pizza, and the woman offered herself to us, she is already dead. She left us in her will, to do this with her body, you can call her lawyer, although he'll be at the ball to.”

Elinore gulped as he handed her a folded table cloth. “We need to move this table to the other end, then turn it so its horizontal,” he explained. She gawked at him, “We can't move this table! Its real wood and looks to seat about thirty people!”

Porter smirked at her as he began to push the table, even though he looked to be struggling the table slid smoother on the tiles and she was in awe as she watched him move it.

Elinore shook her head out of the shock, unfolding the table cloth. A silver color with circular lines roaming the cloth. She draped it over the table with one winded throw before flattening it against it after Porter moved the box. “So this ball is to introduce... mates,” she found it hard to speak the last word.

Porter only nodded before his devilish smirk greeted his lips, “Didn't you want to see some pixies today?” Elinore raised her eyebrow but his smirk only got wider, and more mischievous.

“I've got a motorcycle in the back, you should get out of this house,” he thought and she wondered if he was serious. She tried to test it. “Lets go then.”

Porter began walking to the door and she excitedly followed. “You're serious?!” She squawked out as he roared the engine to life upon reach the garage. She hopped on to the back and pulled the helmet over her head, just in time as he sped off. She had to cling to him so she wouldn't fly.

“Do you know where it is?” She tried to shout over the noise. He only nodded to her.

She watched as the rural country side his mansion was on whizzed by at a speed she could only guess was illegal. She could see that they started enter into the city by the small town centers, then the large banks. The apartment complex was next and she recognized Deven's sleek black car in the front. Porter parked his motorcycle the next block over, grabbing her and picking her up as he ascended into the sky with a large jump.

They opened the roof access door to the apartment below them and he quietly went in front of her. “It'll only be a couple of seconds before Landon finds us,” he assured her just as the door opened.

“I'll kill you!” Landon shouted as he pushed Porter back into Elinore. She was knocked to the ground on her rear. Looking up at the two werewolves, one wearing a grin, the other wearing a frown.

“She just wanted to see a pixie!” Porter argued. Elinore pointed at the speaker, “This was his idea!” Landon turned to glare at her. “Do you wan to die? Your dad knows the scent of all four of us, do you think he won't be able to smell one of us?”

Elinore looked away before the door flew open. She couldn't believe what she saw as the appearance of a dark green woman the size of her thumb flew in, her wings displayed as two large petals on each side as it dove behind Porter.

“Wow, is that one?” Elinore asked as she bend over to examine it more. It hid away from her, actually hissing at her and she saw the sharp shark-like teeth inside its mouth. “You're letting them out!” Deven shouted holding what looked to me prayer beads.

Elinore held out its hand to it, “Here, its fine.”

The pixie huffed, “There's nothing fine about it, you just kicked us out of our home!” It returned angrily. Elinore was shocked to see it talk. “It was only because you let that elevator drop!” She argued.

The pixie groaned, throwing its hands over its head, “I told my brothers not to do that! They crossed the line! I'm not that strong, I couldn't stop them!” It ranted on and on before Elinore laughed. She looked at Landon and Deven, “This is so cool, look at how pretty she is. Its like Tinker bell.”

“My names Aurora Mint,” she corrected, “and Tinker bell is a disgrace to our kind.” Elinore nodded to her and held out her pointer finger, “Elinore.”

The pixie grasped her finger with two hands, shaking it before letting go. “I wish to remain in this building, although I understand if you banish me as well,” the pixie explained, looking up at Deven.

“No-No, you can't banish her!” Elinore said before the pixie jumped into the palm of her hand. “I'll go with Elinore!” Aurora shouted.

Landon groaned in frustration punching a hole into the side of the stair well wall. “This is fucking insane, ever since you stumbled into our lives with your trespassing shit we've done nothing but deal with your crap!” He shouted before pointing to the pixie, “If you take that little shit home, into a house thats not even yours, you'll drag everyone into its problems.”

Elinore narrowed her eyes at him before sighing guiltily. It was all true. It wouldn't be her home she'd take the pixie to, so she couldn't allow the pixie to follow. “I do not mind a pixie in my home,” Porter returned as it knelt to eye level with the pixie, “although if you cause in chaos they will not only banish you but rip those delicate little rings from your back. Do you understand?”

The threat caused even Elinore to shiver before Aurora stuck out her hand, “The Mint family has been trying to clean up the reputation of pixies, I know that it got out of hand but you do not have to worry about me, Sir.”

Porter relaxed then, as if the cruel threat had only been a joke. She heard the growls coming from Landon before Porter nodded, “Now that, that's settled, lets get out of here before a bigger problem arrives.”

As he said those words all three of them, even the Pixie looked behind Elinore. “Get away from the door,” Landon got out between a vicious growl. Porter pulled her and Aurora behind him as the door was kicked off, slamming into Landon who had jumped in front of Porter. It bounced off his arm and clattered down the stairs before leaning against the wall.

Her father stood before her, a twisted grin on his face, “I've been looking for you.” The tone of his voice was nothing less than an animal's growl. It caused memories to flood her vision as Deven put a hand on her back. “Don't touch her!” Her father shouted.

Porter aggressively attacked him, pushing him out of the doorway and on to the roof. His body had changed in to the horrific creatures seen in the movies. The large furry human with elongated hands and claws. “You're not welcomed in this territory it is under my jurisdiction!” Porter snarled.

Her father chuckled maliciously as it licked the blood from the wound on its forearm that Porter had caused. His chuckle turned into his laugh before his eyes went from Elinore to Porter, “Not if I defeat you.”

She couldn't see them as they leaped off the roof to take the fight elsewhere. Porter had been the one to push him over the edge. Elinore followed urgently worry feeling her for Porter's sake. Landon grabbed her from behind hind, stopping her momentum as her feet lifted off the ground. His arms were wrapped tightly around her chest as she kicked. “He's going to kill him!” She screamed.

“I will go observe the fight for you,” Aurora offered and with a little trail of silver dust followed the two werewolves. Deven cursed, “We lost one pixie and may have lost one werewolf.”

Elinore couldn't help the concern as she breathed heavily against Landon's arms. “Just let him kill me, then no one else gets hurt,” she whispered. A violent sting caused her face to heat up to boiling temperatures. Landon's hand still up where it had landed on her face.

Shocked, scared eyes looked up at him. Landon's glare didn't soften, “We're protecting you because if he gets a hold of you, he won't just kill you. He'll make you suffer, turn you into one of us. You'll suffer for the rest of your immortal life, until a hunter attacks you.”

Elinore looked away, not wanting to think of all the things he'd done to her in the past, trying only to think of what he couldn't do if they ended his reign over her. “Porter is a lot older then your dad, older then the oldest man alive, he's seen many fights and won all of them, there's a reason that he is alpha,” he explained to her, “stop being selfish, stop trying to go out of your way to cause fights. If we say stay back home, we mean it.”

Deven and Landon began walking back to the stair well. Deven looking over his shoulders with cruel eyes. A threat on the tip of his tongue, “Next time we will not help you.”