"Do you want some blood?" She shoved the precious popcorn in her mouth as I watched with envy.
I wrinkled my brow as I considered her offer. What in the Hell would Elf blood do to me? I was hungry. The last time I'd eaten was from The Kev… "Will it hurt you?"
"Nope."
"Have you ever fed a Vampyre before?" Was I crazy to be considering this? Probably.
"Nope." She grinned and shrugged. "Never met one my size."
"What do you think it will do to me?" I asked as my fangs involuntarily dropped.
"Don't know. What happens when you drink from The Kev?" She asked with a mouthful.
"I get some of his power, I think."
"Then drink up, dude. You're gonna need all the power you can get since I'm only eighty-three percent sure I can make you big again."
"I thought you never lied," I said stiffly, realizing I would have taken those odds too. "What happened to ninety-seven percent?"
"Wishful thinking is not lying," she huffed and offered me her wrist.
I'd have to remember that one for future use. I took her little wrist in my hand and prayed. Not just to Uncle God…nope, this time I prayed to all of them, including Satan. I need everyone at this point—good, bad and ugly.
"Tell me to stop if it hurts or I take too much."
"Will do." She giggled and waved her wrist in front of my face. I shook my head and sunk my fangs in. "It tickles," she squealed.
Oh my God. My eyes rolled back in my head and I think I purred. She had the same gift as Gemma. I could taste the delicious popcorn mixed with her sweet blood. This rocked. I drank as much as I felt safe doing and licked the wound to close it.
"You're like Gemma," I told her.
Her eyes went wide and her little body trembled with joy. "I am?"
"Yep. I could taste the popcorn in your blood."
"I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. She was meant to be mine. I am going to love her so much. Do you think she'll love me?" She paused and before I could get a word in she barreled on. "How could she not love me? I am beautiful and well dressed and I'm fun. Did I say beautiful? I meant gorgeous. Anyhoo, I will destroy anything that tries to harm her and I will do her makeup and hair. What's not to love?" she demanded seriously.
"Nothing," I assured her. "She will love you—warts and all."
"I have no warts."
She was so appalled that I laughed. "You might want to tone down the self love a bit."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She shoved more popcorn in her mouth and swung her little legs over the rafters. "Shh, it's starting."
She was correct that it was starting. The excitement in the room bordered on hysteria. These Fairies took their reality shows very seriously. Searching for Martha and Jane turned out to be fruitless. I supposed they were hidden somewhere in the back of the massive stage. I wondered idly for a moment what they were wearing. Whatever they'd chosen was certain to be hideous. Little bits and pieces were coming back. I had a vague memory of teaching them art. Shrugging, I pushed it aside. I needed to focus on the here and now. My memory would come back. I was sure of it.
Sweet baby Satan, the stage was grotesque. This was far more than any Hollywood set. It was drenched in magic and literally sparkled. The archway around the stage was encrusted with jewels of every kind and the floor was solid gold. The Simon, The Paula and The Randy sat in chairs that looked like thrones. They waved like the Queen of England would to the delighted crowd. This was fucking nuts and as tacky as Hell. Literally. I scanned the room for Ethan and I couldn't find him. All of the female Fairies below were exquisite so I didn't know which one was The Corrine either. Damn it, where was Ethan?
I turned to Susu to ask, but her narrowed gaze and hisses of hatred clued me in to the fact that the bitch had arrived. I centered myself and looked down.
I should have nailed my ass to the rafter because what I saw made me want to fly like a speeding bullet and knock her head off of her body. She was the most beautiful woman in the room except for Susu. No wonder Susu had been banned…The Corrine looked like she did not like competition. However, neither did I. Her curvy body was plastered all over a very furious and unhappy Ethan, aka Jon Bon Jovi. His lips were thin and his irate magic rolled off of him in waves. Couldn't she tell how much he hated her? He could rip her head off without even blinking. Why was he letting her do this to him?
"I have to kill her," I snapped as I prepared to fly down and destroy her.
"No," Susu hissed and grabbed me with a strength I didn't know she possessed. "You'll fuck it all up. Let Martha and Jane sing and then you can rip her to shreds."
"Why is he just standing there and letting her slime all over him?" I demanded as I tried to break free of her hold. Shit, she was really strong.
"The baby. I'm sure she's threatened him with the baby—same as The Kev."
"She did," an unfamiliar little voice informed us.
"Yep, I heard the slut bag ho-mamma say she'd cut the child to shreds if he didn't mate with her skanky ass," another chimed in.
WTF? Two tiny Mini Elves appeared and sat their perfect little asses down next to us. I was speechless. I didn't know more existed. The cat may have had my tongue, but Susu was another story.
"What do you think you're doing here?" she shouted. "You left me in a bar and disappeared."