Fairy Bad Day (10 page)

“I see, so you’re telling me that if I asked you to do anything, you would say yes?” he asked with interest, and Emma felt a reluctant smile sneak up to her mouth.

“Don’t push your luck,” she retorted as she gave him a light punch in the arm. Something she immediately regretted as it suddenly made her realize how close she was to him. And how hard his arm muscles were.

“Why not?” His voice was low and raspy and sent a delicious shudder racing through her. Emma bit the bottom of her lip as she studied the perfect sweep of his jaw, the way his eyelids were hanging heavy over his eyes. Then he tilted his head slightly and moved even closer to her, and it took all of Emma’s self-control not to gasp.

Was Curtis Green going to kiss her?

The blood started to pound at her temples and her hands felt clammy. He was going to kiss her. And more important, she was going to let him. His face drew closer to hers. They were going to cross the invisible boundary that had been lying between them and—

However, before she knew what was happening, a group of juniors came clamoring down the hallway, and the moment they saw her, they made a banging noise to let her know that her food court explosion hadn’t been forgotten yet. The minute they did so Curtis flinched, and instead of feeling his mouth on hers, she felt him gently lift his hands up to her neck and start to tug at her haphazardly knotted tie. She barely dared to breathe as his deft fingers tweaked it into submission.

“Sorry,” he said in an unsteady voice. “But your tie’s been driving me crazy. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Oh, right. My tie, th-thanks,” she croaked as she bit back her disappointment. How dare those juniors come along and ruin everything. Especially when she had wanted him to kiss her.
She had wanted Curtis Green to kiss her.
There, she had thought it. She had wanted to kiss her archenemy. Emma blinked at the knowledge, and then, before she could change her mind (or blush), she peered up him. “Y-you know, if you’re not doing anything after dinner, maybe we could go to the practice range. I heard they’ve got some new demons in. We could use the fight training as part of our assignment and then . . . ” She let the rest of the words hang, but instead of agreeing, Curtis took a deep breath and his face suddenly turned into a still mask.

“Actually, you know what?” He gave an awkward cough and studiously peered down at his leg cast. “Tonight isn’t so good for me. I have something going on. And speaking of which, I should probably go, but I will see you tomorrow night at the gate with our pass-outs.”

Then, without another word, he hurried off as fast as his crutches would allow him, and Emma felt a flush of embarrassment wash over her while something deep inside her stomach went plummeting to the ground. He didn’t want to kiss her at all. He really had just wanted to fix her tie.
Oh, earth, please swallow her now.

“Oh my gosh.” Loni raced over with an excited expression on her face. “I was peeking around the corner... did he really just go to kiss you? That’s so romantic. If only those stupid juniors hadn’t come along and ruined it. So what happened? What did he say?”

Emma felt her face heat up all over again. “Well, he said he tried to help me with Kessler because we were friends. And then he sort of touched my hand and gave me a few of those hot, steamy looks. And I think there was some flirting, so I took your advice and asked if he wanted to go down to the practice range after dinner.”

“You did not,” Loni squealed in excitement. “I can’t believe you have a date. I mean, this is huge. Emma Jones is going on a date with Curtis Green! I wonder if Barney would give us a pass-out so we could take you shopping at the mall? Because nothing says ‘first date’ like a new outfit, and—”

“Um, Lon.” Emma coughed. “Before you get too carried away and start picking out names for Curtis’s and my children, I should probably tell you that he said no.”

Loni paused for a moment and blinked. “What? What do you mean he said no? Anyone can see he’s crazy about you. I bet you didn’t ask him the right way.”

“I asked him the right way,” Emma assured her as she filled her friend in on exactly what had happened. Then she shrugged to hide her disappointment. “Which means when he said he wanted to be friends, he really meant that he wanted to be friends.”

“Yes, but Sagittarius guys aren’t normally about the friendship, if you know what I’m saying,” Loni persisted in a stubborn voice that Emma was well acquainted with.

“Well, this is one,” Emma said drily.

“I refuse to believe that.” Loni shook her head. “The only reason he pretended to fix your tie—which, for the record, is a complete disgrace—is because those juniors came along. And as for not going to the practice range with you, did it ever occur to you that he was actually telling the truth? Maybe he really does have something else going on tonight.”

“Maybe,” Emma agreed in a diplomatic voice while trying not to think about the frozen expression that had crossed Curtis’s face as he had spoken to her. It had been dark. Like a shadow had fallen over him. And she didn’t care what Loni said, Emma knew that Curtis had ditched her for a reason. Unfortunately, she had the feeling that whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it when she found out. And with that thought, she and Loni hurried to the library in silence while Emma tried to ignore the fact that, thanks to being brushed off by her archenemy, her life had just hit a new, all-time low.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

B
y three o’clock Emma realized that the humiliating encounter with Curtis was actually the least of her problems as she discovered that turning over a new leaf was going to be tougher than she thought. She’d lost count of the number of people who asked about her invisible dragons and whether Kessler was going to make a new designation just for her. And considering that it wasn’t funny the first time someone said it, by the time the final bell rang, it was more than a little annoying. In fact, Emma almost missed being teased about the explosion in the food court.

It was actually almost a relief when she finally headed off to the detention room. At least Professor Meyers was supervising today, and she normally just let everyone do their homework.

“Emma,” Professor Meyers called her over to the front desk and held up a piece of paper. “Before you sit down, I just wanted to talk to you about the results of the simulation fight you did this morning.”

Emma groaned since she had been more than a little distracted during the whole test. “Is it bad? Because the thing is that I’ve—”

“No.” Professor Meyers shook her head, and a stray dark curl flopped onto her cheek. “It’s actually the opposite. These results are a marked improvement on the test we did last week.”

“Oh,” Emma said in surprise as she studied the piece of paper.

“Anyway, you’d better take a seat and start on your homework, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m pleased with your efforts.”

“Thanks,” Emma said as she stuffed the results into her pocket and made her way toward the back of the room. As she did so, she glanced around. There were a couple of seniors she vaguely knew, plus a bunch of freshman who had been caught last week sneaking off campus without a pass. A few of them shot her curious looks, but she ignored them as she sat down, opened her laptop, and halfheartedly started working on her assignment for Kessler.

She reluctantly flipped open the yellow folder and randomly read one of the questions on the worksheet.
List ten things about your designated elemental that your training partner might not know.
Well, for a start, fairies were dumb. Annoying. Sarcastic. Ate too many Skittles and most definitely had bad taste in clothing.

Then she stopped herself, since she had a feeling that this wasn’t exactly the sort of information she was supposed to use, and opened up her slaying guide. It was actually a copy of the original one that Sir Francis had written more than four hundred years ago.
A Complete and Utter Reference to the Vile and Evil Creatures That Have Spewed Forth from the Gate of Linaria and How They Shall Be Slain—In Three Volumes.

Unfortunately, when she’d told Curtis yesterday that there wasn’t a big section on fairies, she hadn’t been joking, and she once again looked at the short paragraph in annoyance.

Fairies are the smallest and least dangerous of the air elementals and unlike some of the other creatures that came out of the Gate of Linaria, these beasts show a remarkable aptitude to adjust. Not only do they speak languages but they also cover their person in clothing. It is truly most remarkable. I have yet to discover an effective ward that works on them or where their kill spot is, though due to their unaggressive and somewhat docile nature, I don’t think this is of much importance . . . .

Emma shut the book and pushed it away from her. Sir Francis might be considered the greatest slayer who ever lived, but it was blindingly obvious that he didn’t know jack about fairies. What was even worse was that if she wanted to have even a chance of staying at Burtonwood and then moving on to the Department of Paranormal Containment when she graduated, she was going to have to accept that from now on she was stuck with them.

There, she had admitted it. The thing she had been skirting around all day.

She was Louisa Jones’s daughter and she was a fairy slayer. Even in her head she could hear the sound of canned laughter. She was making a mockery of her mom’s legacy. She moodily thought about the U-turn her life had made. Unfortunately, that led to her thinking about Curtis.

Despite what Loni said, Emma knew there was a reason for the way he had acted earlier that day. For a moment she wondered if it was because he was embarrassed to be seen with her. Or it could be that he was getting her back for how badly she had acted toward him when the designations had first been announced. Or . . .
or nothing
. She cut herself off as she realized how pointless the whole exercise was.

At the end of the day it didn’t matter how nice Curtis was (or how cute it was when his blond curls splayed out across his tanned forehead in abandoned disarray), the simple fact was that he was still the guy who had taken the one thing she had wanted more than anything in the world. Which meant that once they had finished working on this assignment together, she would have to make sure she kept her distance from him. It would be the best thing for everyone (and by “everyone,” she meant herself, since she wasn’t sure she could handle any more humiliation).

Emma sighed and looked out the window. The November light was fading, and judging by the way the scattered students were hurrying across the quad toward the cafeteria for dinner, it was obviously getting colder as well as darker. Then she caught sight of Loni and Tyler standing over by the statue of Sir Francis, where they had agreed to meet her. It looked like they were bickering.

For a moment Emma smiled at the fact that while just about everything she had ever believed in was now dead in the water, at least some things never changed. A scraping of chairs brought her out of her thoughts as she realized that everyone around her in the detention room was leaving. She started to gather her books and her laptop when a screeching static sound suddenly blasted into her ears without warning.

Emma only just resisted the urge to scream out loud as she clasped her hands to her ears. It was several seconds before the pain subsided enough for her to glance around, and when she did, it was only to discover that everyone else was still casually slinging their bags over their shoulders and making their way out of the room as if nothing had happened.

Okay, so that was weird and—

But before she could even finish her thought, the static buzz increased and her sore eye started to tingle in agony. She bit back the pain and got to her feet. As she did so, she caught sight of a dark shadow up in the already gray sky outside. Emma gasped as she realized it was the same creature she’d seen from her window during the code blue. And the same creature that the fairy had been wearing on his T-shirt yesterday.

The darkhel.

Her first instinct was to yell out a horrified warning as she watched it swoop so low that it almost flattened Loni’s spiked dark hair, but instead she quickly scooped up her stuff and grabbed her bag.

“Hey,” someone protested as she elbowed her way past him. “What’s wrong, a fairy emergency?” But Emma ignored the sarcasm as she pounded down the hallway and went flying out into the quad while letting out a small prayer of thanks that she’d had an armament lesson that afternoon and therefore had her full slaying kit with her.

As she ran, she pulled out her sword and threw the rest of her kit to the ground. Thanks to the fact that most fairies were only ten inches long, it had been a while since she’d used it, but as soon as her fingers wrapped around the hilt, it once again felt like it was an extension of her arm.

“There you are,” Tyler called out as he and Loni jogged over to where she was frantically searching for the darkhel. “You’re never going to believe what
... er, why do you have your sword in your hand?
”

“And unsheathed,” Loni added in concern. “I thought you were going for the sane and normal approach?”

“And, in case you didn’t realize, walking around with an unsheathed weapon definitely isn’t sane or normal,” Tyler clarified before narrowing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“It’s here,” she hissed as she continued to crane her neck just as the screeching static sound rang out in her ears again. This time the pain was worse. “Can’t you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Loni demanded as she leaned in to study Emma’s face. “Em, what’s going on? Did something happen?”

“The darkhel has—” But before she could even finish her sentence, the ringing in her ear subsided and she heard a flap of wings. She spun around just in time to see the dark shadow fly once around the quad before it moved into a vertical position and plummeted down like a fallen angel about thirty feet away from her, its enormous wings suddenly snapping back as it hit the ground.

As soon as it landed, she knew that the creature wasn’t a dragon. Rather it was seven feet of pure venom poured into a manlike body and draped in black leather and studs like some sort of sadomasochist’s armor. For a second it just stood motionless, like a decayed, long-forgotten statue, before it suddenly turned its head and focused in on Emma.

Instantly the creature’s face was transformed into a terrifying mask of planes and angles that gleamed and glistened with menace as its sinister red eyes bore into her. Her stomach churned and her hands felt moist and damp around the hilt of her sword.

“Emma, talk to me,” Loni demanded in a confused voice, but Emma hardly heard as she raced forward, determined to get between her friends and this abomination. “What about the darkhel? It’s . . . oh no. It’s here, isn’t it?”

Emma didn’t respond. All she could hear was the rush of air as the creature raced toward them, its red eyes never leaving her. She forced her terrified breath out from between her lips as she swung her sword back and forth in her hand, reacquainting herself with its weight as the beast finally reached her.

“So you can see me? Interesting,” the creature hissed in a guttural voice as it came to a halt only a few feet in front of her. “That will make it more fun when I kill you.” It grinned, revealing a set of razor-sharp teeth squished into a wide, misshapen mouth.

Emma kept her balance as she lifted her sword. Well, at least she definitely knew it was a fairy now since dragons were monosyllabic to the point of muteness. Especially when they were fighting.

“It’s the fear, isn’t it?” the darkhel speculated as it closed the distance between them and she could all too clearly see the dark pits of its eyes. “It’s made you incapable of speech.”

Emma ignored it, instead trying to focus all her energy on what she was doing. Every elemental creature had a kill spot. For dragons it was under the neck, for demons it was the spinal cord. For goblins it was the heart. Unfortunately Sir Francis, in his not-so-infinite wisdom, never bothered to mention a kill spot for fairies, and so she decided that she would start with the neck and go from there.

She licked her lips and tried to control her breathing as she waited for the darkhel to come closer. It took a couple more steps toward her, an evil grin on its face. Without hesitation, Emma lunged forward, driving her sword deep into the fleshy dark skin at the base of its neck. The vibration went racing back up her arm as the point of her sword bounced off it like a nickel on sidewalk and she felt herself reeling from the impact. She lunged again, this time harder, and let out a sigh of relief when she managed to pierce the surface and a gush of dark, fetid blood started oozing out. For a moment the darkhel reached up and touched the open wound before it grinned at her. Okay, so the neck wasn’t the kill spot.

Before she could regain her composure, the darkhel casually lifted one taloned hand and swiped it across her face. Emma managed to duck out of the way just in time. Then she drove her sword straight into its heart. She felt like she had struck iron and her muscles screamed in protest. Ignoring the pain, she pressed forward with all her might. The darkhel staggered back, which gave her time to regain her stance.

“Okay, no more Mr. Nice Guy,” the darkhel droned as it ignored the blood that was now flowing freely down its torso. Instead it came toward her with lightning speed and sent her sword flying from her hand. The weapon landed on the manicured grass with a thud and Emma felt herself go crashing to the ground. The skin across her brow immediately split open, and the blood started to trickle into her eye. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand before realizing that the darkhel was leaning over her. She only just managed to roll out of the way to save herself from having her windpipe slashed by its long talons.

She groggily started to raise herself up, but before she could, the darkhel again loomed over her, this time pinning her down with a heavy leather boot. The boot pressed into her chest and she struggled to catch her breath. Emma glanced up and found herself staring into dark eyes that were full of rage. She shut her own eyes and tried to wriggle her hand onto the hilt of her sword, but it was no good.

“Well, my small brothers didn’t really do you justice when they told me about your skills,” the darkhel hissed, its stinking breath sending goose bumps racing up and down Emma’s skin. “But still, I guess they were right about one thing. You’re only human and humans just break so . . .
argh
.”