Taming The Fae - An Exsilium Short Story

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Authors: Karen Swart
Tags: Vampires, Fae, hellhound, kasadya, karen swart
- were not really welcomed with open arms. And I
was sure that there were still a lot of fallen who would gladly
take the opportunity to destroy us.
    “Yes, I agree. But Michael and Raphael can be
very persuasive.” We continued to walk down the streets, searching
for any sign of a demon.
    “It’s really quiet out here. Shouldn’t there
be at least a human on the streets?” Nanini asked, looking at the
streets.
    True, there was not even a human in sight.
Strange, very strange. We jerked around when we heard a noise
coming from behind us. In the same alley, a figure was running away
from us. “Gotcha!” Nanini yelled, transforming and taking to the
air.
    “Nanini, wait!” I called after her but she
was already flying down the alley. I transformed as well and leapt
into the air. My wings were suddenly too wide for the alley and I
was forced to go above it. Looking down I could see Nanini chasing
the figure just below me. Suddenly, something jumped from a roof
and landed on her, taking her down hard.
    “Nanini!” I closed my wings and dove towards
them. Pink fae bombs were lighting up the dark alley, and I knew we
had just stepped into a trap. At least six more waited for the pair
to hit the ground. I leaned forward even more, gaining speed
quickly. The moment Nanini and the other figure hit the ground, I
tucked and rolled, landing with my swords already drawn.
    Three jumped on Nanini, trying to pin her
down. Three were heading towards me, shifting to their demon forms.
I braced my feet and steadied my swords. The first one went down
easily. His head ended up on the sidewalk. The second two were
another story. They worked together. One swiped at my torso another
got a hit on my thigh. I stepped back and turned, kicking one back
into the wall. Now alone, the other one wasn’t a much of a threat,
and I ended his life as well.
“Nanini!” I yelled, suddenly noticing that alley had grown dark
again. There were no pink bombs lighting it up anymore.
    I turned to her direction and a sword cleaved
open my lower leg. I roared, and with that the dark vision on the
ally transformed into a red haze. I dropped my swords and grabbed
the demon. One hand around his neck, the other grabbed his hair.
With a triumphed roar, I pulled him apart and advanced on the group
that had Nanini. She was still hitting her attackers, but with her
head. Her arms were pinned by two, who held her arms tight enough
for the blood to stop, and also her bombs. One broke free and met
my advance towards them. Pulling back my hands, I punched his
torso. Ribs cracked beneath the punch, and his blood sprayed over
my face. But I did enough damage to leave him and get to the
others. The two holding Nanini’s arms released her and jumped up to
stop me.
    The trailed of blood on her face ignited the
fury within me. Suddenly, my thoughts and actions were pushed
backwards into darkness. And an unholy roar echoed into the
alley.
     

Chapter 12
    Nanini
    The roar had my attacker freezing. Luckily
for me, I had already heard such a roar. Yep, I have another
‘born’ problem to handle . But first… I held my hands together
over my chest and pumped up a major fae bomb. The moment he looked
down again, it was already in his face. The demon flew backwards
and hit the wall, bits of stone and gravel scattering from the
impact. Jumping up, I crouched and surveyed the scene. The
hellhound grabbed a demon and ripped him into pieces. I ducked in
time before I had demon chow for the night.
    “Really? You have to rip them apart?” Eeeuw . The other demon was grabbed from behind .The
hellhound lifted him high, then brought him down face first,
totally squashing his face into the ground. An eye jumped out and
rolled over to me. Looking down at it, I knew I had a big freaking
problem. The noise coming from my left was the only indication
before I was hit with a knee right in the knocker. My nose broke
under the impact, and I swore like a pirate.
    Holding my nose, I looked with

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