faerie rift chronicles 01 - faerie rift (2 page)

"To be betrayed so exquisitely by a woman who has thrown herself at your feet..."

He bit my neck and spread my ass with one hand -- digging his fingers into my crotch. I listened to him inhale a deep long breath. The sound of his wind was punctuated by the unearthly screams of the damned.

"Do you hear that?"

His hand other hand was around my neck now, choking me and pushing me into the ground.

"That's the sound of the end of your kind."

His fingers dug into my sex and then pulled out again.

"Pity too... but before you die... I want to do you the favor of reflecting back to you what you have attempted to share with me.”

The hand that had been inside of me now dug into my back, prying between my left wing and my shoulder blade. I already couldn't breathe, and the screams of battle were tearing through my consciousness. He drove his hips into mine from behind and tore at my wing. I felt bones break, and tendons snap -- the sound was louder than any of the other elements of the battle. The echo was felt through my entire body.

As soon as the pressure had been exerted, I collapsed into relief.

Strangely, there was no pain. Only a flood of endorphins and adrenaline. I was starry-eyed, and dissociated. Then I felt a huge weight fall down on top of me, crushing me into the dirt. Blood poured over my body, and into the ground below.

The sound of battle was gone.

I watched myself from an outside perspective. All that remained was the steady and slowing beat of my own heart -- and Thane's voice.

"Aria! Aria, stay with me!”

Chapter 2

I
woke up, violently gasping for air. My heart was racing, and each breath surged into my lungs as I tried to get a grip on the world around me.

I remained in the same location, but my sight was still ambiguous. The lingering forms of sleep moved away from the center of my focus and I found myself in my room once more.

I was in the Capitol.

The revolution was over.

My shoulder still ached with sense memory -- a treat from my sub-conscious in the form of another rerun of horror and loss.

The pulsing illumination of a COM-device by my bed echoed and mimicked the raging of my own heartbeat. I looked over at the insignia to see who was trying to contact me. An Oak leaf grasped by an Eagle's Claw presented itself before me on the console.

Thane...

Bright iridescent Fae Fire danced around the symbol, climbing upward in a small arc on my bedside table.

The COM-device had been a gift to me from the new government. Operating on those same telepathic channels had the undesirable effect of giving me traumatic stress flashbacks; ironically, the COM-device seemed to be accomplishing the same goal.

I let the device continue to ring, and rolled out of bed to walk into the kitchen.

The windows of my small apartment were large enough to provide a fair view of myself to anyone who was bold enough to look into the window of an ex-resistance fighter. Fortunately for me, that list was completely empty, while the perks of my own view was relatively unlimited.

In the early mornings, like this, I could see the night sky in all of its crystalline clarity. When the moon was high in the sky, a silver light would bathe the wild area outside of my building. I had fired the gardeners about four years ago, and since then I had been treated to an incredible bouquet of seasonal wildflowers, and even a few small fruit trees. I didn't technically own the building, and the gardener wasn't technically my employee, but I did threaten him with an illegal weapon, and he never came back. Also, the landlord has an obvious soft spot for veterans. Besides, I think Thane gives him a pretty heavy tax deduction.

Thane finally gave up.

The COM-device went silent, and I was given a moment to breathe inside of my apartment without the rush of urgency. Whatever reason he was calling me this early in the morning was not likely to be anything positive, though it was probably serious. Thane had transformed into an incredible businessman and person of state. In the meanwhile, I was struggling to breathe at 4 AM after a dream-induced panic attack.

I cleared off some of the previously discarded clothes from a place on the floor, and sat down to stare out of my window at the wild area beyond. Meditation always helped me, but I didn't go in for any of those pre-recorded guide deals. There were twenty thousand gurus in the Capitol, now that we were all free liberal thinkers.

I didn't need a single one of them.

Closing my eyes, I extended my abdomen, and allowed air to fill in my entire body. Just focusing on my breath, and nothing else, I allowed the stress of the dream to pass away. Each muscle group began to relax, and my heartbeat returned to normal. My attention had just shifted focus to the cool feeling of damp clothes against my body when the COM-device went off once more.

This time, I didn't bother to ignore him. He would keep calling me every ten minutes until I arrived in the state building.

Like a child
, I thought as I walked over to activate the link.

When Thane picked up on the other end, there was no greeting or small talk. He was unaccommodating, and strictly business.

"We have to talk."

"Great, cause I was just thinking about putting in my resignation." I was serious, but I didn't have to be there to see his eyes roll.

"Be here in an hour. I need you."

*click*

I watched as the device went dead once more, and then sat down to resume my meditation.

Thane could wait.

* * *

As a matter of course, I had already picked up my leave of absence papers before heading into Thane's office. We both knew it didn't mean much of anything, but I couldn't afford to let my own threats sit idly by while that fucker called me in the middle of important nightmares.

The secretary that I picked up the forms from smiled at me and greeted me by name.

"Aria, did you lose your last set of forms?"

I scanned her face, seeking out all hints of subtle irony and cynicism.

There were none.

She was guileless, and authentically concerned as to why I had filed for these forms at least six times in the last eight months, and yet, somehow I was still requesting more paperwork. The humble secretary knew nothing, and only wanted to help.

I ripped the forms out of her hand and then stalked down the hall to Thane's office.

When I walked in he was busy polishing his desk.

"You'd be better off polishing your cock," I said.

"I've got secretaries who take care of that for me."

He smiled -- this one was dripping with subtext.

"Just kidding, far too busy for that."

"Yea right."

He walked over behind me and as he moved, I listened to the soft clack of his shoes on the tile floor of his office.

Thane was dressed immaculately. In my mind's eye, I could see him standing there being measured by a team of private tailors while the secretary who ritualistically handed me my resignation papers busily sucked him off -- sure to catch every last drop of cum, lest it stain the finish on the marble floor.

Immediately, I felt self-conscious about my lack of formal attire and my own projected sexualized fantasy. Thane had adapted so well to this new environment, and I was still stuck in some ruffian, adolescent fantasy. Bags under my eyes, hardly bothering to wash my hair, much less swim in the subtle ambiance of custom perfume.

"You look nice."

"This is the same outfit I wore last week."

"It's a great outfit. I bet you can do everything that you used to be able to pull off in an outfit like that."

There was no need for me to respond. The compliments would continue relentlessly until I gave in and decided to pursue whatever it was that Thane had called me in here to achieve. History has a way of repeating itself.

"You used to just ask me to work together in order to achieve a goal. Now you're all about flattery and finery. How do you sleep at night?"

The door shut behind me, and I felt Thane stand beside me and walk me toward the desk.

"More flashbacks, is that what this is about?"

"You woke up right at the end..."

I shuddered, and he looked down -- legitimately humbled, if only for a moment.

"I wouldn't have contacted you this morning if I didn't think this was serious." His hand had already taken the hand that was clutching the papers. With ease and confidence, he loosened my grip and placed the papers on the desk. "We'll deal with those soon enough, though I'm pretty sure you're stockpiling the last four copies you've given me."

I thought about giving him an excuse, but I was already spent. It wasn't his fault that my mind kept going through all of the same shit every week. Defeated, I sat down on the plush leather recliner, and sank into submission.

Generally speaking, the types of assignments that Thane reserved for me specifically were very similar to the types of assignments we used to carry out together, though for the most part it was all political pretense these days. He wanted to know who was thinking what, and which way some vote might go. The usual shit.

What I couldn't understand is why he kept using me for these allegedly 'subversive' missions, when everyone knew that he and I regularly met up and discussed this very thing.

As Thane prattled on about his most recent point of intrigue, I sat there with my eyes at half-mast, waiting for the moment when he would get past the preliminaries and actually get to the point.

"Aria, I need to know that you'll be there for me on this one."

Thane always talked to people this way. It seemed to me like he didn't quite realize that there were other conscious people in the world. He was a narcissist to be sure, apparently seeming to forget that there were others as perceptive and highly functional as himself.

His smooth talking didn’t really matter much anyway. Both he and I knew what he was trying to pull, but it didn’t do much of anything to change my mind. I had my own reasons of wanting to go on this mission, and for speaking to Thane.

For the moment, I had enough reasons to allow myself to be seduced.

On an emotional level, Thane and I went back to the days of the revolution. He had been a leader of profound military force, and I had been a primary intelligence operative. We had been through hell and high water together, and that kind of history creates very deep bonds indeed.

Now that the revolution had been successful, and we had both reached the other side of that conflict, we no longer had that tight social glue that comes about as a result of enduring conflict, and achieving group victory. Our sense of group identity had dissolved into individually focused bureaucratic roles within the glorious new, Non-Violent State.

My eyes had to roll whenever I thought about it.

But for now, I was here in Thane’s Office. Watching his lips move while he told me all about how sweet I was, and how he always knew that I was cut out for a role like this, and so on.

Apparently, for some, “Non-Violent State” meant “Emotionally Manipulative and Politically Coercive State”.

Poor bastard could have saved so much energy if he had just gone straight to the shoulder massage in the beginning, and skipped all of the ego-affirming verbal nonsense. All it took was a pair of his strong hands to massage the tired muscles on either side of my spine, and I would have committed treason for that man. Not that treason was what was called for here. After all, treason would imply that one was working
against
the government, and not
for
them.

Emotional connections, and a strong physical touch go deeper than any political consulate — at least that’s been my experience.

"We can't use the regular channels for this mission,” he said. “The entire success of our project depends on the opportunity being presented to the council as serendipity.”

“Leave it to me to architect serendipity.”

He smiled.

“That’s the language of the new world order, but you know how I can’t abide that level of passivity. Those people in office don’t understand the sacrifice and hard work that caused us to arrive in this position in the first place.”

He paused, meaningfully, and let his hands rest on my shoulders. “I know you understand, because you were there. You gave more than they will ever understand.”

“Cut to the point, Thane.”

“It needs to be an opportunity that we happen across. If we brought this up to the council, there would be endless debates over the legitimacy, and the methodology. Not to mention the fact that the whole council strives to embody this new age, “Let it Be” philosophical approach.”

“As an attitude for de-escalating conflict, that approach has done more for this world than the rule of the previous regime.”

“The problem is that we are no longer facing a situation of social conflict. The conflict we face is an environmental emergency. I just don't know how they think we are going to make the kind of actions necessary; especially within the timescale that we need in order to survive.”