All right, guys, welcome, and thanks for not throwing this out when you saw it was Fan Fiction from me. This is the third story I've written in the Posion Elves genre about Emerald. She's endearing, but not that endearing. She should have been dead by the end of the first story. But hey, she continued. And we got gay vampires, a dead father, and a very confusing ending. (you should read my other stuff.) So here's the blurb, and I hope that you enjoy at least as much as the second story.
The end of the Emerald trilogy! (Oh god I hope) I'm really gonna try and kill her off this time! (With any luck) I'm serious! (I really am!) Honest! (Someone hold her down.)
Please remember that my story line has very little, if anything to do with what Drew Hayes is doing at the moment. A great deal of what happens is based on the thing I heard about. You know, about Tenth turning Luse into a girl to hide.
Poison Elves and Associated Characters are Copyrighted to Drew Hayes. I don't feel violated. Do you?
:->When last we left our heroine, she had been mysteriously teleported to the Mage Tenth's Study<-:
Emerald glared at the mage who had teleported her from the evidence room of the guard house. "What were you thinking," she demanded delicately, "to teleport an innocent little girl from reclaiming her property from an officer of the law?"
Tenth gave the girl a skeptic look, then an appraising one, from the anger-pinkened tips of her ears to the gloved hand that clutched a chain supporting the emerald focus that he'd wanted for so long, to the blood splattered toes of her boots. He crossed his arms over his chest. He was not, to put it bluntly, impressed.
"You," he said neatly, "Are neither innocent, nor a girl."
"I beg to differ." The young lady scowled and brought the tip of her sword up. "I am female." She scowled again, moving one hand to the neck of her blouse and dropping the focus down it. "If you like, I can show you two small but nicely formed bits of proof."
Tenth was shocked into a half laugh. "That won't be necessary." He paused. "And you can put down the sword."
"Huh," she said. Tenth raised one finger from its relaxed position of resting on his opposite elbow. "Or, you can, providing you survive this encounter, look for a new one."
Em stepped back with one foot and studied the mage's face. She pulled a small hunk of stained cloth from her bag and wiped the remaing blood off her blade. Eyes locked on the Mage's face, she sheathed it.
"Now," Tenth said. "You can tell me why you referred to that...artifact as your property."
"Because it is," Emerald said, feet still in a guarded position.
"Sure it is," Tenth said with a condenscending smile. "But it just so happens that that little chip of stone has been eluding me for years, and I want it."
"You'll find it hard to cast spells with two and a half feet of steel in your gut."
"You'd be amazed at how easy it would be."
Em was taken aback and upped the offer. "And another foot and a half in your throat."
"A touch more difficult," Tenth admitted. "But I doubt you could do that before I kill you."
"You'd be surprised."
"Do you know who I am?"
"I could care."
"I'm-"
"But that would take effort."
Tenth paused. This girl was reminding him uncomfortably of that certain dark elf. But she was small, shorter even than Lusiphur, as she said, perfectly formed, and her eyes were a mad dance of green and blue beneath her red-gold bangs. He sighed.
"You've heard of Tenth?"
"OH." The girl suddenly did a much better job of looking disturbed. That lost, frightened look made Tenth realize he'd seen her somewhere before.
"I'll just be on my way," she said with a bright, nervous smile, and sidled towards the door, which was locked anyway, but that wasn't the point.
"Stop," Tenth said, and pointed a finger at her. He didn't do anything, he didn't need to. She flinched against the wall in subject terror. He recognized her.
"Ah... you'd be little Emily then." She bared her teeth at him and her ears flattened back. It was definitely the wife that Mendrac had kept locked up most of the time. Acted like an animal half the time. Then again, once he'd seen how Mendrac treated her. He couldn't really blame her for acting that way, however, she was between him and what he wanted so...
A finger flicked out lazily, and her brain shut off, she crumpled face first onto the ground.
"He was right," chuckled Tenth. "Pathetic." Then he heaved a great sigh. His fingers twitched and she disappeared.
"This on top of everything else. When did I lose control of my life?" As if the final coup in the great "Screw you" contest, there was a knock at the door. Tenth walked irritably over to it, and swung the door open.
"You wanted to see me?" said an equally irritable, and a bit more blood stained short dark elf. Behind him, was a taller and a touch less bloodstained blond elf, holding a cut on his cheek.
I'd like to take this moment to introduce the real final coup in Tenth's sudden "life hates you" game. Her name is Reality Bytes. And as she'll tell you, she does..... Really hard.
Reality raised an eyebrow and looked up from her book. "It's going off the chart mommy!" the small boy in front of a huge map said. "Big time mess!" Reality stood and walked over to where her son was sitting, and took the small, game-boy like box out of his hands, holding it up to the chart.
"HHHOOOOOLLLLYY SHIIIIITTT!" screamed the box.
"Huh," said Reality. "Get your coat, Ecco dear, we're going to visit..."
She adjusted a knob on the box and sniggered, then adjusted it again. "Tenth."
Emerald woke up suddenly with a jerk into the sitting position. She was rather surprised to find she was alive, and in a real bed. She looked down at her graceful, muscled legs, which were free from scars, and then around the room.
It had the look of a cell, even with the tapestries. A rich cell. Her mouth twisted into a frown. Even richer then her bedroom at home. A thought occured to her. With her husband dead, she'd be lady of their home. He'd left instructions such, never expecting to die. Emerald alowed a brief smile to flash acros her face before going on to worry about what was going to happen next...
What was he going to do with her? He didn't really feel like killing her, that bored he wasn't, but there was nothing else to be done with her. The girl-child was asleep in a spare room, magic warded and locked in unconsisness as well. And then of course, that elf Lusiphur was here, and Human officals could make Tenth's life a trifle annoying if he didn't do somehting with the rogue. If only he could make both problems go away at once! But wait... he could... and it would be oh-so-fun to watch as well. He smiled. It wasn't a very nice smile.
"So you can make it eaiser for me to hide?" Luse said. "This sounds pretty good. What's the catch?" Tenth smiled again , and made a few gestures.
Emerald, in her cell of a suite, blacked out again.
"Oh crow!" said Lusiphur, clutching at his chest. "You can't be serious!"
He stopped at the sound of his own voice and turned to see Jace, with his jaw also on the floor.
"Once word, Jace, and you're a dead man," Lusiphur warned. He drew his mouth up into its new shape, a very cute little cupid's bow. His shirt strained across a slightly larger chest. Tenth had turned the elvin assassin into a girl.
In the deep recesses of Lusiphur's mind Par was dealing with a crisis. "Mayday!" shouted the undead clown. "Mayday! Cap'n, the engines can't take mch more of this!" and as suddenly as the crisis of the subconscious started, it stopped. Par stood in the now steady silent black that was his home and wondered what the fuck was going on. Because something felt different. Very very different.
You better believe this is gonna be continued....
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four