Chapter Three

Crazy! The kind of madness with the potential to have me locked in a padded room, drugged and on suicide watch. Fairies! Fucking fairies! Not the mafia, not drug dealers or pimps, the journal speaks of nothing but the Fey. What it hadn’t revealed so far, was how to identify one. What’s the blood point of her warning me against them when she had yet to state that? Why couldn’t she have told me on the front page? Something like Hey Jose all you have to do is: ‘say hocus pocus’ or ‘tap your nose three times’ any bloody thing that would actually help me, instead of this detailed version of the kamasutra.

After what felt like hours I decided that I wasn't going to get any answers from this journal. Answers! Listen to yourself Jose, your starting to believe this shit! What can I say, Connie has a good imagination but not even hers is that good. Some of the things she describes is... just too out there to be anything BUT real. Like here:

I thought that I lived a little on the wild side Jose, but no! Drako has opened my eyes and now... now everything is different. What I have seen, can never be taken back, can never be unseen, never be forgotten. The things that he has done to me – which they have done with me, is burned into every fibre of who I am now. I'm not saying it wasn't good because it was so fucking good. But I can tell you this, magic during sex, especially with more than one man Fey is sensational, the orgasm is actually visible. All the colours of the rainbow and some that have no name explode within you until you might die from the pleasure and then as your body comes back to you all you see is the colours. Bright, sparkling colours of happiness.

Oh and here:

You have never seen anything as beautiful. No two Fey are the same or at least as far as I have seen, which isn’t very much actually. But today I met this one... I think his name was....  Bards or Barbaro or was it Bars, I seem to have forgotten. But I remember his eyes... Stormy, yes definitely stormy, blues, greys, whites and blacks all swirling and colliding. I tell you, it's really distracting to watch someone’s eyes constantly changing. I think it's why I can't remember his name or what they were talking about. I do have this feeling that it wasn't a friendly conversation though.

It wasn't until Drako ordered me away from them, that I noticed the effect he had on me. A fear so profound settled deep in my bones, but I don't know if it was because I didn’t want to be away from him or if he was causing it. They have that ability – some of them anyway – to make you feel the way they want you too. But why would he want me to fear? Or was it a warning?

I missed most of the conversation they were having because of that feeling, but what I heard of it made no sense. 

Drako – You know the deal

B – Yes

Drako – You wish to start a war B, over a piece of ass?

B – Our lives may be different but do not think that you can escape the darkness.

Drako – Darkness my un-hairy ass, do you think it scares me? I have the one, I have not lied, and I’ve broken no oath. You’re just pissed because we have her and you don't, now go and play with you dick B--- or are you not even given that privilege?

B stormed off, literally though, I heard thunder crack inside the building also .... there were flashes of light (lightening) and then he was gone. Drako came to me with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, and I knew we were going to fuck. He never asks anymore, just takes. At the start it was fun, unexpected and exciting even. I thought he loved me, that he couldn’t get enough of me but I was wrong. So wrong. His touch has turned malevolent, there is nothing loving about what we do. And at times it's so violent and painful that I fear for my safety. Here’s the worst part... in the throes of passion, I know I want more of it though, I want him to hurt me, actually, I should say I want them to hurt me. And that's the scariest thing.

Now what the hell am I meant to do with that kind of information? All it's done is make me want to have sex and then kick their asses for hurting her. I just couldn’t read anymore, so placing the book on the coffee table, I went to get something to eat. Where did the time go? That last time I looked, it was one and now it is almost six. I had missed the whole day. Connie hadn’t shown up or called. Something has happened to her, I know it has. But what could I do about it, who could I go to? Where did I start looking for her? Only one name came to mind, Ethan!

Did I dare call him? What would he say about today? There was no way he missed my fantastic orgasm, would he call me on it? Did he have something to do with it? And how did he vanish so quickly?  The vanishing might be quite simple, I wasn't really thinking at the time and he may have strolled out, while I was distracted. Time seemed to be getting away from me today. The big question is, will he help me, and not ask questions? I have a feeling he’d say yes to the first and as for the second, well, he wasn't an agent for nothing. He would most definitely ask questions, I just need to have plausible answers for him. Ones that won’t get me locked up for insanity. And how did I do that when I can't lie... Seriously! It's not that I don't lie, it's that I can't, anytime I have needed to, the words get stuck in my throat, they never get voiced. It's gotten me into all kinds of trouble in the past, so now I don't fight it, I just don't lie. No! Ethan can't help me, he would think me crazy and maybe he’d be right.

As I ate my scrambled eggs, while running over and over what I had read in the journal, trying to read between the lines and find clues as to where she might be or how to find these creatures. I was slowly coming to the conclusion that I had nothing to go on.  No clues that would help me in anyway, there was only one way to find her and that was to ask Ethan for help. In the last six months he had closed enough missing person’s cases and also found people that didn’t want to be found. I let out a huge sigh, releasing the tension in my shoulders and picked my phone. No point in delaying the inevitable, I needed help if I was going to find Connie and I got the feeling that I was running out of time.

“Ethan, can you come over tonight, I really need you,”

Damn fucking voicemails. Clicking the phone shut, I felt tired, so tiered that I wasn't sure I would even make it to my bed. The air around me seemed to thicken as I tried to breath, the weight of it pushing in on me, forcing me to stumble to the chair, hitting my knee in the process. The edges of my vision started fading until there was nothing, I wasn't sleeping but I wasn't awake either. Just trapped in darkness.

My head hurt, it throbbed in time with my pulse, which was currently racing. I was fully conscious but not awake. This must be how you feel in a coma and I hope this is as near as I ever get to finding out.  I couldn’t see anything, even holding my hand in front of my face, my palm hit my nose and I still couldn’t see it. The theme tune to Jaws went skittering through my mind and I burst out laughing, the sounds seemed to bounce off walls and echo around me. It made me laugh harder. Hysterically harder.

“I am Darkness, what is it you find so amusing child?”

I didn’t find this in the least bit amusing but couldn’t stop myself from laughing and the harder I tried the worse it became. My sides started aching and I had to fight for breath.

“Why have you come to me?”

It was then I felt it, touching every part of me, consuming me. This darkness was a living thing and it was caressing every inch of me. Not in a sexual way but still an intimate way that set me on edge and stopped me laughing.

“I didn’t come to you. I don't even know who.... or what you are.”

“I am creation. I am the beginning and the end of all things. I keep order. Now tell me why have you come to me?”

Well damn and DAMN. What in god’s name did you say to that? Crazy, you really have lost you fucking mind. Oh well might as well go with the flow of this madness and see where it leads.

“I need to find my friend, she may be in trouble and I have to help her.”

“The one you seek as a friend is closer to you than you know. Seek out the truth Josephine, and you will find whom you are searching for. But know this, not all Fey are honour bound, if they lie they answer to me but there are many ways to avoid telling the truth without telling a lie. Be careful what you say and how you say it.”

“What? But you just said you were everything, can't you just tell me the truth and save me the hassle and time. What if I don't get to her on time, what if she is lying in a ditch right now dying?” I couldn’t help shouting, I was angry. Angry at something I couldn’t see only feel and hear. “I don't believe in fairies and even if I did, I wouldn’t know one unless it flew in and smacked me upside the head.”

“You have much to learn my child and I fear you have not much time in which to learn it. But this I will tell you.  Never say you don't believe, that is something that can kill you, had you not been here, that is. The rest is up to you.”

“Can’t you tell me anything? You are talking in circles and right now I need straight answers not riddles and prophecies.”

“Not everything you need to know can be told. Some thing’s must be witnessed or felt to be understood and just because I can tell you, doesn’t mean I should. It could alter reality or change your destiny. Trust your heart; it will lead you down your path.”

A loud banging startled me and just like that I was back in my living room, suspended in mid air but heading fast towards the chair I had been aiming to sit in, before being plunged into darkness.

On seriously wobbling legs I made it to the front door, the clock on the wall said it was eleven pm, but that couldn’t be right, it had just been after seven when I called Ethan. Nothing made sense right now. I remember talking to someone but it was fading fast and... had it really happened or had I fallen asleep after closing my phone? I didn’t have time to try and decipher my own head right now, I had to find Connie and hopefully this was Ethan at the door and he would help me.

 “Josephine, sweet little Josephine. I see you are alone! This must be my lucky day.”

“Drako!” I would recognise him anywhere form Connie’s very descriptive detailing of him. But why was he here and how did he know my name. Connie!

“I'm impressed. Now aren’t you going to invite me in? I have a message for you. One I think would be best not given on your doorstep.”

“Do not invite him in Josephine,” Ethan’s said from behind me.

What was I supposed to do now? I needed Ethan to help me find Connie and standing in front of me was the person whom she’d journald as her lover. I got the very real impression I was on a knife edge, sharp and deadly and ready to slice me in two if I moved the wrong way. But which was the wrong move? I knew precisely nothing about either of these two guys except that one of them meant me harm. But who did I bet my life on? And I was betting my life here, something big was happening, I could feel it. But did I go with Ethan, who I have trusted for six months or Drako who may or may not have Connie.  

“Joe, I know you don't understand what’s going on here, but please, you must trust me,” Ethan said.

“Trust, ha! How can you ask her to trust you, when you have not been honest with her Barbaros. You may have shown yourself to her but does she know who you are? Have you told her anything. No! You have not. Josephine, Listen to me, you are our Princess and he is here under false pretence, ask yourself why that is. Now invite me in before he does something stupid,” Drako said.

The way Drako said Barbaros made me remember the conversation Connie had detailed. Was he who she was referring to? He had the eye colour, even if I hadn’t seen it do what she described, was it him? If so, he knew Connie and he had left her with Drako or was Drako protecting her, and if he was, where was she? 

“We cannot lie Joe. You are smart, word your questions carefully and you will know who to trust.”

“We? You said we cannot lie. Are... are you a Fairy Ethan?” I asked, even though I had a gut twisting feeling that he was. And if he was did that mean I should or should not trust him.

“Yes. But you’re not asking the right questions Josephine.”

“Oh and I suppose you going to tell what questions I should be asking, are you?”

“No. I cannot. You have a choice here, neither of us can sway you or help you. You must give yourself willingly to the Seelie or the Unseelie and although you don't understand any of this, it doesn’t change the fact that you must choose and choose now,” Ethan said.

“Josephine, Connie misses you,” Drako said.

“Drako!” Ethan shouted.

“What I'm just explaining that Connie would like t see her. I'm not doing anything wrong.”

“Enough. Joe you must choose,” Ethan said.   

Chapter Two

“Ethan!” Ok, he was not who I expected to be banging my door off its hinges at this time on a Saturday. Where the hell was Connie?

“Joe, everything alright?”  Ethan asked.

God I hate when he calls me Joe. It sounds so masculine, and that’s why I adopted it for work, it gives the impression of strength. Whereas Jose, José or Josephine all sound soft and fragile! But I hate it coming from his lips. What I wouldn’t give to hear my name for once, just to hear how it sounds rolling off his tongue. It has nothing to do with his dark brooding, glorious face. It also has nothing to do with his six foot three frame, bulging biceps or his stormy blue eyes – that I swear change colour. He was wearing civvies today, obviously not on duty or was he undercover and I hadn’t been told? His blue jeans hugged him close, accentuating his manhood. Huge! There was no other word for it, he was damn huge. Either that, or he had a pair of socks helping him out, I almost laughed but held my face passive, he didn’t strike me as the type that needed any help let alone for a fluffy pair of socks. His white T-shirt looked just a clingy, as if his clothes were caressing him in an attempt to get closer to his skin. Good for him... Bad for me! My heart was already picking up is pace. The white of the T-shirt highlighted not only his deep tan but also his jet back hair. His wraparound sunglasses hid his eyes so I couldn’t tell what mood he was in.

  

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I managed to say after staring at him for too long. Long enough for him to get shifty on the doorstep. Hmm why is he here?

“No reason, no reason at all. You gonna invite me, I’m sure that's the aroma of caffeine I smell,” Ethan smiled.

 Butterflies took off, somersaulting in my stomach, sending my heat jack hammering against my chest. Oh god, it’s just as well he doesn’t do that often or at work for that matter, because I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. Stepping to the side to let him in, I took a quick look up and down the street. Connie could sniff out a good looking man a mile away, and it would be so like her to turn up right this minute, and take centre stage. Not that I'm an ugly duckling. Not by a long shot, in fact, I have several admirers; it's just that I don't admire any of them.

“Come on, let’s set you up with a fix, looks like you need it,” I said, walking back to my own cup of sunshine.

“Thanks.”

Ethan Barbaros, my co worker and the most delectable thing on two legs, is sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee. Wow, it really is my birthday. After ignoring me for months, he is now in my house, at my table and drinking from my cups.

“So are you going to tell me why you are here Ethan?” could I have said that without breathlessly saying his name? He had to have heard the desire in my voice, I may as well have stripped naked and invited him into my bed.

“What’s this?” he asked, pushing the journal in my direction, neatly side stepping my question.

“Nothing, just a birthday present from my friend,” I said closing it. I wasn't sure how much he had read but he was an FBI agent and generally we miss nothing.

“Doesn’t look like nothing. Can I see it?”

“No. And you still haven’t answered my question Ethan. Why are you here?”

“I was in the area,” He shrugged, but the casualness didn’t reflect in his eyes. He was up to something or hiding something. Either of those would have had my hackles up on a good day and this was starting to look anything but good. First I get that damn journal now Ethan is sitting at my table. Coincidences like this just don't happen or is it just that Connie’s journal has managed to freak me out?

I stared at him. Not sure what to do or what to say, but one thing was clear; he was not just passing by. Don't trust anyone! But this was Ethan, not just anyone. He wouldn’t hurt me, of that I am sure. At least I think I am. Let’s see, what do I know about him? Apart from his looks and the havoc he reeks within my body. Well.... He turned up six months ago, right after I did that thing. He doesn’t talk to anyone, least of all me and he has eyes that can hold me captive. Aside for that, I know absolutely nothing about him. Jesus Jose, Connie has you seeing bad guys where there are none. This is just Ethan. Ethan, babe magnet, arrogant, crack shot, deadly and the best man to guard your back. He is not some fantasy creature with wings, even if he is ethereally gorgeous. But better to be safe than sorry right?

“I'm really sorry Ethan but I am expecting someone.”

“Oh, sure,” his body language shifted, making him seem tense and ready to strike. This was not looking good. Innocent until proven guilty I thought, but was his shift proof of guilt or something else?

“Look Ethan. I don't mean to be rude but seriously, if you’re not going to tell me why you’ve just popped in to see me, then...” I gestured to the door.

“There is a reason Josephine,” his eyes seemed to be studying me, at least I thought that what they were doing but his glasses where still firmly in place. As if he heard my thoughts he took them off. Yes, he was definitely studying me. “But you’re not ready to hear it yet.” He said after apparently coming to some conclusion about me.

Well didn’t that just colour me purple. Not only had he breathed my full name but the way he said it, it felt like he was stroking me. His words caressed my skin and teased a path to my core. Wet heat pooled between my thighs. If he wasn't sitting across from me, holding his cup with both hands, hands clearly visible. I would have sworn that he had slipped on hand under the table and was stroking me.

“Josephine, you look a little flushed, anything I can do to help you?” His words fluttered out from between his kissable lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing. His knowing smile and stormy eyes confirming it. As if he had directed his words to my sweet spot, they didn’t stop to caress my skin but instead went straight to the wet heat pooling and stirred that desire to near fever pitch. My head fell back, the muscles in my neck unable to hold its weight as they trembled. My thighs parted, the feeling of being licked and tasted, the soft touch turning into eager demanding ones. My breathing increased, skin flushed and slick, my whole body was riding this wave, the unsatisfied dream from earlier aiding to its treacherous behaviour. Blood pumped through my veins setting light to anything it touched until finally a scream ripped its way through every muscle from my core until filling the air. And the whole time I could feel his eyes on me.

“I should go,” His words cut through my delirium, bringing me back to earth with a thud. Cleansing all trace of that mind blowing orgasm and clearing the fog from my brain. What had I just done? Mortification overwhelmed me and although I couldn’t see my face, I knew it was scarlet.

“I will see you again soon...” He paused but I was sure he hadn’t finished saying something, he looked me over as he stood up and smiled, and it was wicked. “Josephine,” This time I knew he’d done it one purpose, as his words rested gently over my lips in a sweet caress. But how? I didn’t get the chance to ask him. I’d only taken my eyes off him for a second and when I looked back up he was gone, I didn’t even hear the door open or close.

Had I just imagined this whole thing? Was I still sleeping? That would account for bizarreness of this day. Pinching my arm confirmed I was very much awake but it had little effect on my mental state. I was losing my mind, I had to be. Either that or... No! She couldn’t be right. Connie was on drugs again, that's all and I need more sleep. I must have dozed off drinking my coffee and dreamed this all up.

But the empty cup sitting across from me didn’t give me the option of denying he had been here. Damn!   

Chapter One

Strong male hands sliding over my silken skin as others stroke and plunge. The air is filled with the musky smell of arousal and honeysuckle. One after the other they invade my body, fingers, mouths, toys, anything they can use to bring me into a screaming orgasm. My back arched, toes curled, fingers tangled in hair, breasts thrust high as they devour me. Who are they? I have no idea, I never see them, just know the pleasure they bring.

BANG!

“Jesus, Joseph, suffering Mary!”  I need to fix that stupid mail box.

I can feel my body still vibrating with unfulfilled need. So, closing my eyes, I will myself back to that dream but my heart is pounding too hard, all I accomplish is frustration.

What’s the point? I scream into my pillow trying to bash that left over desire back into its box, until the next time I have that dream. And there will be a next time because it's a re-occurring dream. One I'm very glad I conjured instead of the nightmares my life is filled with. Rolling over I stare at the clock, it's trying to tell me it's eight thirty and as it's a Saturday. I don't have to be up for work, it had to be lying because there is no way I want to be up this early. No fucking way. I bury my head under the pillow needing sleep, ok, ok I admit it, it's not the sleep I need but the ending to that dream.

My body jerks to sitting position, sheet fluttering to my waist. It's my birthday! And that means.... “Whoooooo,” the words come screeching out as I throw myself from the bed and hit the floor with a rather satisfactory thud. “Have that you noisy bastards” I yell and jump a bit more feeling elated and childish. Well it serves them right, they keep me up till all hours, if it's not the head banging music it's the loud sex. Being an FBI agent, you’d think I would have more pull with the police but you’d be very wrong. They see me as... well I'm not quite sure what they see me as but it's not flattering. Twirling and jumping around a bit more to alleviate the tension thrumming through every fibre of me right now, I sing happy birthday to me. I'm not the world’s greatest singer but it does the heart good to sing out loud, or so my I'm told.

“Connie, Connie,Connie...” I sing after my rendition of happy birthday as I head for the shower. I'm sure she will be here any minute. How do I know? Because we are blood sisters and she hasn’t missed my birthday yet, nor I hers.

Fully awake and completely over that dream as excitement of a different kind fills me, I head for the kitchen. I might be awake but I still need my coffee to function on a human level. My steps are light, bouncy even, as I make my way feeling like a child on Christmas morning when all your wishes have come true. Never having had that experience I'm not entirely sure that’s what this feeling is but it has to be close.

The large brown envelope catches my eye first. So that's what woke me up! Scooping it up and I bounce like Tigger into the kitchen humming, yes happy birthday. With the coffee percolating I sit down to see what it is. The address is printed and formal. Tearing into the wrapping with excited fingers, it must be a birthday present.  A leather bound book falls into my hands; its intricate designs are stunning, kind of Celtic if I had to guess, flipping it open, my fingers run across the well know hand writing of Connie. I feel my entire face light up in joy, she’s written me a story... typical, she has the best imagination I know, but as I read, I can feel my muscles releasing the smile and begin to frown. This isn’t a story it's her journal. Never, never has she ever let anyone read her journal. Dread twists my gut, what kind of mess is she in this time? And can I get her out of it?

Connie Sunshine Mayweather

Date : June 10^th 2010

Dearest Josephine, I know that you must be shitting bricks right now, and I hope that I am fine when this reaches you. I'm sure there is nothing to worry about, but I wanted, no. Needed to document this. Things are very strange right now, I'm not really sure where to start or how to start... fuck why didn’t I write this out before committing to this book. If I could tear it out and start again I would but there is not time for that.

Shit, I don't even know if half of this is real!!!

Ok ok... so, it's near you birthday, I know because I have already lived through most of what is in this journal and I'm still around to send you this... I hope I'm there when you read but if I'm not Oh God Jose, what have I done? There is no easy way to say this.

I screwed up!!! You know me I'm a sucker for a fit body and a handsome face. Ok I'm stalling,  coz I really don't know how to tell you or prepare you for what you are about to read.....

I know... pour your coffee, it should have percolated by now and then read the rest... you’re never going to believe all the shit in here while you’re still half asleep.

Are you dressed? If not go get dressed. I mean it!

Fiddlesticks..... remember our code word? I hope you do. Also our secret hiding place?

In fact STOP reading this and get out the house!!!!!!

I don't know why I didn’t say that first.

Get out. Get out now.

If they haven’t found you yet, they will soon. Cover your head and don't talk to anyone you don't know. SHIT even the people you do know might not be who they appear....

My heart was now firmly lodged in my throat, panic, pure unadulterated panic shook my muscles so hard it's a wonder I could even move. But I did. I grabbed my coat and baseball cap, shoved the journal into my duffle bag and left the house. Don't ask me why I did it, I'm not sure, maybe something in the way she sounded. The feeling of primal survival kicked me into responding immediately. She seemed scared and... well scared. Connie doesn’t scare easily, she was the one who protected me in the orphanage. She never backed down from anyone and now she was backing the hell away from something. Did that scare me? .... hell yeah.

I have never felt so alone, so utterly afraid in all my life. Ok that's not true either. Before I met Connie I was terrified of my own shadow but since then, I haven’t been this scared. What would make Connie write that? Mafia? Yeah probably. Whatever it was, she used our code word... A word we only ever used in extremely dire cases, usually it was me who initiated it. Never once did she use it. Not until now. Fiddlesticks - Duck and hide or take a beating... 

Is it me or is everyone staring at me? Could they see my panic? Could they tell something was wrong? Very, very wrong! Were they able to smell the fear pouring off me? And just who are they? Who the bloody hell am I meant to be looking out for? Should have maybe read that bit before taking off at the speed of light, I guess.

My feet hit the pavement over and over, picking up speed with each stride as my panic grows. Sweat beading and rolling from my hairline down my neck and back. Faster and faster I walk, head down arm swinging with purpose. The sun is bright and already throwing heat at us at nine am. It’s going to be hot today.  I keep up my pacing until I reach the bus shelter. Cramming myself into the corner so that I can see anyone that approached me, fingering the fastening of my bag. Do I dare take it out now? Was I being watched? Was I being followed? Or was I simply out of my fucking mind for listening to her? I could be drinking my coffee right now. In fact that exactly what I should be doing! This was absolutely ludicrous, fleeing my house; I wasn't ten years old anymore. I am a grow woman with a gun Damn it! Slinging the bag back onto my back I start for home. Don't get me wrong, my heart is still firmly lodged in my mouth but I gave up running a long time ago. Whoever they are should be running from me. Oh I forgot to mention... I have this thing, not quite sure what you would call it or how to describe it, so bear with me. About six months ago, I was on the job, tracking down drug dealers. To cut a long story short, he had a knife, swung it at me, but before I even had time to pull my gun he had sliced his wrist. Just stopped swinging it at me and calm as you like brought the sharp edge to his skin and sliced. How is this relevant? Well, it's relevant because of what I was thinking at the time, ‘scum sucking rodent, cut your own damn skin’ and it's exactly what he did. So who ever these bastards are that have scared Connie, they better watch their ball coz I'm gunning for them. 

Unlocking the door, I slip inside, no point in inviting trouble. Closing the door firmly and ramming the dead bolt home – no sense in being careless, not when I still have no clue what that trouble is. Safe! I sigh. This is where I feel safe, not to mention where my coffee is. The smell hits me immediately and I'm draw to it, it's calling my name and settling my nerves.

April 1^st                                 

This is no April fool’s day, not for me anyway. Not with the shit I know to be true. Jose, I can't believe I'm actually saying this but... I'm in love, have been for about a month now. Yes I heard your intake of breath from here... lol... but it's true. If only I could tell you, tell you all the marvellous things that are happening to me right now, share these secrets with the one person I know would believe me. but I can't, so I'm writing it down instead, maybe one day you will get to see this, (when we are old and have no teeth). So I better start at the beginning...

Once apon a time.... ha ha ha (couldn’t help myself, but just wait. It really is that good).

I met this guy. (at a biker bar no less, the one on fourth street) Drakon – that's his name – and according to him it means Dragon. And boy is he a dragon in bed... I'm getting all hot under the ... ok you don't need to know all the details. Well not before I tell you about him and the others!!! Hmmm what was I saying? Right right, don't get carried away Connie.

Dirty blond hair, braided, hung down his back. The black leather gear clung to him like a second skin. Outlining a perfect (and I mean perfect) body. Sinful as well... sin. So me being me (you guessed it!) marched up to him and told him I wanted to fuck him three ways from Sunday... (that's what I said...) and that was how we met. I didn’t fuck him, he fucked me and kept me bed bound for three days... god damn that was the best three days of my life. But it didn’t stop there... His eyes.... they are like yours Jose, tri coloured only his has the brown round the outer rim where yours is in the centre. The main colour is identical though. Bright bluey green – jade if you like – Oh and did I mention he is a fey... yes, as in fairy.

The coffee went down the wrong way and I coughed it up my nose. Ok I'm not the one who has lost it, clearly Connie is using again. But the way she describes things it's like she really believes it. I really need to find her and help her. God, what if she’s in a ditch somewhere.

I take out my cell phone, why hadn’t I called her already? The phone rings and rings, not even her answer phone kicks in. Strange!

BANG BANG BANG. The coffee cup went flying with the first bang on the front door.

No I'm not scared, not anymore it just startled me that’s all. The only person it could be was Connie, and she was probably having a good laugh right now.