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that from happening.
“No, we’ve been watching them for weeks. They are only going after those on the Rogue list as agreed.”
“It’s as we thought. There have been rumors of late. Rumors that Queen Genevieve is making her move on the vampire world, it was to be expected. The Fae Queen’s heart turned to ice when one of our own turned his back on her. Now, she wants revenge. We cannot let that happen.” Jean-Luc stood as he spoke. His hands fisted and his eyes blazing red with the fires of Hell.
Phoenix stood his ground. “What do you want me to do about it?” His tone was almost belligerent. He might be an enforcer and an ancient, but one didn’t mess with the fairy queen and live to tell about it.
“We want you to recover and destroy the Dark Tome. It’s the only way she can have enough power to destroy all the vampires in the region she’s targeting. If she cannot access the spell in the book then she cannot get the power she needs. It’s as simple as that.” Jean-Luc placed his hands together in front of him looking as serene as a vampire could.
Phoenix wasn’t fooled. “It’s never that simple. What’s the catch?”
“Well, there may be one teensy little challenge to overcome. The book has a guardian. You’ll have to get past the guardian to get the book. But we’re in luck.” Jean-Luc leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees and a benign smile on his face.
“How so?” Phoenix didn’t trust his smile for a second.
“The guardian is in the Other Realm right now according to our spies. If you can get to the Dark Tome before she returns…” he stood up and clasped his hands together like a happy child, “all will be well.”
“Fine, I’ll take the assignment, but once I’m done I am going to need some time off. I made a promise that I must fulfill.”
Jean-Luc raised an elegantly shaped brow. “Oh?”
“Yes. Now, if there’s nothing else, I need to get going. I take it there is a time restriction on this assignment.”
“Of course, we would like this completed as soon as possible. The safety of our race is at stake. If Queen Genevieve gets her hands on the Tome, there’s no telling what fury she will unleash.”
Phoenix started to turn from him. “Well, I’d best be going then.”
“Enforcer! There is no need to make the long trek back.” He held out a bag, “This contains enough Fae dust to get you through to the mortal world. You just have to think of where you are going.”
“But, I don’t know where I’m going.” Phoenix stepped up to the dais and held out his hand.
Jean-Luc dropped the bag into his palm.
“Do you know where The Broom Closet is located in Seattle?”
Phoenix looked up from the bag surprised. “Yes, every Other Realm creature in Seattle knows where that shop is. It’s there?”
“Yes. It’s located in the back. Make sure you are in and out rapidly. Unfortunately, this is only enough Fae dust to get you there. You will have to find your own way back.”
The Broom Closet of all places. Phoenix shook his head.
“Just sprinkle the dust over your head and think of your destination; you’ll arrive in no time. Now, we’ve wasted enough time talking. Go.” Jean-Luc waved him away.
Phoenix strode through the hall and the giant double doors at the end. As they closed behind him, he picked up his weapons he’d left with the guard and equipped himself. Once his knives, stakes, and rifle were stored Phoenix took the little bag and poured the glittering dust into his hand. He knew the shop all right; he’d watched several creatures he’d been keeping tabs on come and go from the place with regularity. Although he’d never entered, or met the proprietor, he knew it was special. Phoenix pictured the place in his mind envisioning himself inside the front door, just beyond the little wooden sign that declared the name of the shop and the proprietresses, Beth Stark and Ami Sherridon. He closed his eyes and felt himself pulled
“No, we’ve been watching them for weeks. They are only going after those on the Rogue list as agreed.”
“It’s as we thought. There have been rumors of late. Rumors that Queen Genevieve is making her move on the vampire world, it was to be expected. The Fae Queen’s heart turned to ice when one of our own turned his back on her. Now, she wants revenge. We cannot let that happen.” Jean-Luc stood as he spoke. His hands fisted and his eyes blazing red with the fires of Hell.
Phoenix stood his ground. “What do you want me to do about it?” His tone was almost belligerent. He might be an enforcer and an ancient, but one didn’t mess with the fairy queen and live to tell about it.
“We want you to recover and destroy the Dark Tome. It’s the only way she can have enough power to destroy all the vampires in the region she’s targeting. If she cannot access the spell in the book then she cannot get the power she needs. It’s as simple as that.” Jean-Luc placed his hands together in front of him looking as serene as a vampire could.
Phoenix wasn’t fooled. “It’s never that simple. What’s the catch?”
“Well, there may be one teensy little challenge to overcome. The book has a guardian. You’ll have to get past the guardian to get the book. But we’re in luck.” Jean-Luc leaned forward, his hands resting on his knees and a benign smile on his face.
“How so?” Phoenix didn’t trust his smile for a second.
“The guardian is in the Other Realm right now according to our spies. If you can get to the Dark Tome before she returns…” he stood up and clasped his hands together like a happy child, “all will be well.”
“Fine, I’ll take the assignment, but once I’m done I am going to need some time off. I made a promise that I must fulfill.”
Jean-Luc raised an elegantly shaped brow. “Oh?”
“Yes. Now, if there’s nothing else, I need to get going. I take it there is a time restriction on this assignment.”
“Of course, we would like this completed as soon as possible. The safety of our race is at stake. If Queen Genevieve gets her hands on the Tome, there’s no telling what fury she will unleash.”
Phoenix started to turn from him. “Well, I’d best be going then.”
“Enforcer! There is no need to make the long trek back.” He held out a bag, “This contains enough Fae dust to get you through to the mortal world. You just have to think of where you are going.”
“But, I don’t know where I’m going.” Phoenix stepped up to the dais and held out his hand.
Jean-Luc dropped the bag into his palm.
“Do you know where The Broom Closet is located in Seattle?”
Phoenix looked up from the bag surprised. “Yes, every Other Realm creature in Seattle knows where that shop is. It’s there?”
“Yes. It’s located in the back. Make sure you are in and out rapidly. Unfortunately, this is only enough Fae dust to get you there. You will have to find your own way back.”
The Broom Closet of all places. Phoenix shook his head.
“Just sprinkle the dust over your head and think of your destination; you’ll arrive in no time. Now, we’ve wasted enough time talking. Go.” Jean-Luc waved him away.
Phoenix strode through the hall and the giant double doors at the end. As they closed behind him, he picked up his weapons he’d left with the guard and equipped himself. Once his knives, stakes, and rifle were stored Phoenix took the little bag and poured the glittering dust into his hand. He knew the shop all right; he’d watched several creatures he’d been keeping tabs on come and go from the place with regularity. Although he’d never entered, or met the proprietor, he knew it was special. Phoenix pictured the place in his mind envisioning himself inside the front door, just beyond the little wooden sign that declared the name of the shop and the proprietresses, Beth Stark and Ami Sherridon. He closed his eyes and felt himself pulled
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