Through Time-Whiplash

by Conn, Claudy

  “Again with this princess of yours. Are you in love with her?”

  He choked on a cough. “May I be struck down before ever that could happen. No, we barely get along as it is, but I do consider her amongst by dearest friends. She is now wife to Chancemont LeBlanc, the Milesian.”

  “Ah, you mentioned him, Lana’s brother,” Jazz said, putting everything together. She sighed. “Why don’t you blink us some clothing of the time, and then we wouldn’t have to be invisible and could ask the locals a few questions—”

  He cut her off. “We must not do anything to upset the balance of this time. We shall stay invisible and hope that Hordly’s intrusion will do no harm.” He glanced around.

  “That is too bad, because if we could question some of the locals, they would know if they saw some gorgeous hunk of a Dark Prince,” she teased to lighten the mood. He was always so serious, and whether she was in a coma or actually in the past, she needed some levity to ease her tension.

  He frowned at her.

  She said, “You said I do it, but you do it more.”

  “I do what more?” he asked.

  “Frowning,” she answered. “So what do you think?”

  “I do not do more frowning, and why do you call him gorgeous? He is evil. You witnessed what he did to that poor human.”

  She felt contrite all at once. “Right, yes, you are right, but I was trying to …” What was she going to say, make light of it? Put a spin on things so she wouldn’t have to dwell on the mess she was in? She said, “Why not just answer the question?”

  “I already told you, we don’t want to upset the balance, and besides I don’t mingle with humans well,” he said.

  “Yes, but I do get alone with them. Maybe I should go and see what I can find out,” she said, smiling.

  He reached over as though to take her hand but stopped himself. “You are resilient, Jazmine Decker. Most of your kind would have suffered great distress had this situation been shoved at them all at once as it has been on you. In fact, I fully expected you to do some human crying.”

  She rolled her eyes. “What good would that do? It is what it is.”

  He didn’t answer her. Instead, his attention was centered on the tavern doors, where a huge male dressed in the clothes of the day and holding a woman on each arm walked in. Hordly.

  “Hush,” Trevor said on a low note as she touched his arm, and then, “Stay here.”

  She stood, unable to do much more as he shifted away. She had no idea what he meant to do, but what she didn’t expect was what happened next.

  A seductive male voice whispered in her ear, “You and I, pretty one, you and I.”

  And the next thing she knew she was traveling through space wrapped in the arms of a Dark Fae Prince.

  ~ Four ~

  TREVOR WATCHED THE Dark Prince Hordly enter.

  He saw the Dark Prince was occupied and sneered as the Unseelie locked lips with one woman before turning and running his hands over the other.

  He was disgusted by Hordly’s careless gluttony. A true warrior would be working on a solution to his problem. Maybe his little Fios was correct, and this Dark Prince was all about play …?

  However, he immediately realized he had made a tactical mistake.

  He had assumed the Dark Prince was too busy, too engrossed with the women to bother looking around the tavern.

  He assumed the Unseelie was careless. He had underestimated him.

  He should have been prepared for this, and as dawning came over him, he felt a moment of sudden sickening emotion, felt fury at himself ride hard through his mind. He turned and witnessed it all with a dread he had not thought possible to feel. He witnessed it all before he was able to stop it!

  Suddenly, where Hordly had been were only two women groping one another while some of the men in the tavern inched closer to them.

  And Trevor knew.

  Hordly had shifted to the back of the open room. He was Fae fast, and he took his little Fios up in his strong arms and shifted off, disguised in a scent that would be nearly impossible to track immediately. By the time he got there, Hordly could kill his little Fios. The thought made Trevor rail with agony!

  He would never underestimate Hordly again.

  Not only had the Dark Prince seen him, but he had planned and executed his attack.

  Trevor had promised her he would keep her safe.

  This couldn’t be happening. Hordly could snap her neck without a thought, and her lovely life would be over. No … no … he could not allow it. He would find Hordly.

  Something ferocious welled up inside Trevor. He clenched his fists as he raised his eyes heavenward and declared, “I am going to find you, Hordly, mark me on this!”

  The notion that the little Fios was in the hands of something like this Dark Prince, who was without empathy, without a shred of compassion, made him mentally and almost physically ill, a thing that Fae rarely experienced.

  Jazmine Decker mattered to him, but he had not realized the extent of protectiveness he felt on her behalf. She shouldn’t matter to him—only his mission should matter …

  In the past, he had never bothered with humans. He had believed they as individuals were of no consequence. However, watching Hordly abuse the little woman at the inn, leaving her to suffer, hurt something deep inside him. This new ‘feeling’ was what his friend Red had tried to tell him when he argued with her that, if a human were lost during a battle, he would be sorry for it, but he would simply chalk it up as a tragic casualty. It should not matter, and yet it suddenly did matter. What was more to the point was the undeniable fact that, in particular, the little Fios mattered. She mattered a great deal, though why, he could not say.

  Perhaps it was that ‘look’ in her lovely human eyes always so brightly infused with honesty, concern, and courageousness. And she was courageous. Look at how she had handled herself from the moment they met, after all she had witnessed and experienced. He had seen only recently during Gaiscioch’s war that most humans ran for cover when presented with insurmountable dangers.

  He had one hope, that Hordly would want to keep her alive as a hostage.

  He felt desperate. He could not allow the Dark One to hurt her. He had so little time. Odd that his hope was Hordly would want to use her for negotiations.

  Again, he chastised himself for the sick concern he was experiencing on her behalf. His opinion of humans had always been very poor. He thought them an infant race without purpose, but this one—was different.

  He excused himself, telling himself that, for one thing, she wasn’t quite human. Besides, she might be useful as a seer. He reminded himself that his queen prized all Fios as ‘special’.

  Plus, this was his fault.

  He had left her alone. She had put a certain amount of trust in him, and he had failed her. This absolutely grated at his nerve endings.

  He felt a fool—tricked by an Unseelie.

  He went into tracking mode and centered all his magic on one thing: finding and following the Dark Prince’s specific scent.

  He knew the Dark Prince would expect to be followed and would try and redesign his scent to blend in with his surroundings as he shifted. However, that would take the Unseelie time, and time, therefore, was on Trevor’s side.

  He meant to make good use of that.

  He reminded himself that no Unseelie alive could measure up to a Seelie Royal.

  He discovered almost at once that the Dark Prince Hordly was jump shifting. He had used the scent of pine and earth but appeared to have forgotten his Dark and hellish sorcery left a trace amount of putrid scent behind. Trevor centered his tracking on that.

  Surprised, Trevor used caution when he realized the Dark Prince wasn’t going long distances. This was both wearisome and useless. Why would Hordly use this mode of travel? It certainly would not help Hordly elude him, so the question was why? Why jump shift?

  The answer came all at once and as a sure conclusion: the Dark Prince was hampered by som
e unknown. Hordly couldn’t do more than jump shift. Something had gone wrong with his skills in the transition from the Dark Realm into this past.

  What held the Dark Prince lassoed and limited like that? When the Dark Prince used the orb, a relic Trevor was certain was a Seelie artifact, had something gone wrong?

  Did the orb not work quite the same for an Unseelie?

  As these thoughts presented themselves in logical formation, he continued to follow and track. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he found that Hordly had decided to take a stand.

  They were in an open field with a dark pine forest at Hordly’s back, and it was in this moment that Trevor decided this one was nothing like his brother Pestale, who was cunning and careful and who enlisted his black magic with purpose.

  This one, this Dark Prince, vibrated with pure evil—enjoyed being evil, or so it appeared to Trevor as he looked into black, cold eyes. This one would make mistakes.

  Hordly was an iceberg of unemotional and calculating purpose. He radiated disinterest towards all other beings, but what was worse, Trevor realized, what was different between Hordly and Pestale, was this one enjoyed torturing and killing his victims.

  Pestale had been a worthy opponent, but he had weaknesses that Hordly did not. Pestale took no pleasure in the chaos he caused; it was simply a means to an end.

  Jazmine Decker squirmed in the Dark Prince’s hold. Trevor’s fists clenched as he watched Hordly bend and put his lips to her throat.

  And then Trevor was momentarily shocked.

  This Dark Prince had fangs!

  Another of the Dark King’s experiments gone more than wrong. Did the Dark Prince also have vampire tendencies?

  Hordly nipped her, and Trevor winced to see her blood flow freely down her neck. Hordly then sneered and said, “You can’t be so stupid as to think I was doing more than playing with you, Seelie Prince.” Hordly licked her blood and then made a sound of pleasure before he bit again and made another wound.

  Trevor watched her blood ooze out from four small wounds and then took a hasty step forward as Hordly continued to lick at the blood. He tried to maintain his composure and said, “Think what you will, jump shift as much as you have to, but know that in the end I will have your head severed from your body, Dark King be damned. Let her go, and we will talk, perhaps more reasonably.” Trevor put his hand up for his Death Sword, thankful once again that it automatically stayed within his sphere, going where he went.

  “No, I think I will keep this one as hostage. I like the taste of her blood, so different than what I had in the Dark Realm, so different than the humans I have tasted thus far.” He ran a hand down her arm. “I want to study her and discover what it is that makes her immune to my Lianhan. Perhaps I will remove her brain for dissection. But first, I think I will use her pretty body … over and over, and when I am tired of her, I will drink her blood until she expires.” He sneered at Trevor. “Tell me, Seelie Prince—is she immune to you as well, or have you already bedded her?”

  Trevor’s sword hand twitched, but if he shifted in while Hordly still held her, the Unseelie would shift off with her and perhaps do her harm before he could find them again. He had to find a way of getting her free of the Dark One for just a moment … just a moment, so he could move in.

  All at once, and surprising both the Dark Prince and Trevor at the same time, the little Fios decided to demonstrate the consequences of making the mistake of underestimating her!

  * * *

  Jazz had been waiting for the right time; now that Trevor was near and would have her back, the time had come.

  The two were obviously locked in a testosterone battle, and she could use that to her advantage. Neither one was aware of all the powers she possessed.

  She was a Fios with ‘slamming’ power. She could take a Fae’s magic and slam it back into it. She had been waiting for the best possible position and timing, and here it was. Trevor had his sword in hand, so all she had to do was utilize her own very special gift.

  She closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt the Dark Prince pulsating with power, and she took that vibrating energy and created an electric current that pulsed with his Dark Magic. It turned into a ball of electricity—white hot and loaded with evil, his evil—at his back. She waited for just the right moment and slammed him from behind. He never saw it coming.

  He was lifted off the ground, and as she ducked he was sent crashing into a huge oak tree more than thirty feet away.

  She stood for a moment, amazed it had actually worked. She had never used this magic before. Her mother had of course told her that she was a ‘slammer’ and had told her ‘how’ to use it, but she had never tried it on a Fae for the fear of giving herself away. As she had never been in danger from a Fae, she had never had to. Well now, she thought, silently patting herself on the back, not bad. This in turn made her grin as she said brightly, “Well, hot dayam!”

  Trevor, with his Death Sword in hand, moved into action, but just as he spanned the distance, with his weapon pointed at the Dark Prince’s chest, Hordly was able to summon enough strength to jump shift away.

  “Damn his soul to bloody damn hell!” Trevor shouted as he lost the prince to the winds.

  “Let’s follow him,” suggested Jazz.

  “So we shall, for he can’t get far, but we need a plan. Can’t just rush after him willy nilly. We have to put some cunning into this and out-think him.” He gazed at her, and their eyes met.

  She felt a bolt of sensation sweep through her and tried to make light of what she was feeling by saying, “What?”

  “You have power, little Fios,” he said with a touch of admiration. “That Fios I mentioned earlier—BJ, who is married to the Druid Daremont—she, too, is a slammer.”

  “Yeah, well, there you go. Told ya I had power,” she said with a short laugh. “Now what?”

  “You are always asking that, and I have told you, some matters must be worked out … played by your ear, as you humans say.”

  She laughed. “Not by your ear, just by ear.”

  “Just so.” He put up his chin.

  “You are a Royal Seelie, and according to you, you have just gone through a war with the Dark Fae and then tracked Pestale and could have put him to death, so, yeah, you may not realize it yet, but you got the answers,” Jazz said, partially because she believed this and partially because she knew he needed to be reminded of it. He might be a Fae, but he was also a male.

  He eyed her for a long moment and said, “What we really need is Nuad and his Golden Net.”

  “Who is that, and what is a Golden Net?”

  “Nuad is our Chief Tracker, and the Golden Net is a netting made of enchanted gold thread. No Fae, Seelie or Unseelie, can escape it. They can’t shift out of it. It is how we transport an unruly Fae who has broken the law—not that we actually have any unruly Fae, if you don’t count the traitor Gaiscioch,” he mused out loud.

  “Trevor,” Jazz said, surprising herself, for his name came easily, “if the orb allowed him to escape the Dark Realm, why then, did the orb bring him here? Why can he only shift in spurts? Why can’t he go back to the Dark Realm and start over?”

  “It is called ‘jump shifting’, and I can only speculate that the orb is not responding to him accurately, either of its own free will—”

  “Its own free will?” she cut in, her brows arched. “We are talking about an object, an artifact—how can it have free will?”

  “Seelie Fae Relics and Hallows take on a life of their own through time. They evolve because they are infused with powerful magic. Magic begets more magic, and they get stronger, they initiate their own divine purpose, they often take sides, and they have preferences.” He shrugged. “A human would say, it is what it is … at least I was told that humans often say that.”

  She laughed. “You were told?”

  “Again, my friend Red—Princess Royce. Besides, you have said it, and it made sense to me … sort of. Red has often tried to make me see there is more
to your race than I have observed. I am beginning to agree that some of you … can be endearing.”

  Jazz grinned. “Some of us, eh?”

  He ignored this and said grimly, “What I have to do now is find a way to call to the orb with the hope that it will be able to link to me, and perhaps use it to return him to the Dark Realm, and then us to our time period,” he answered.

  “I might be able to help you with that,” Jazz said.

  He snorted. “You—help? You are not even Fae. Why would it respond in any manner to you?”

  “Hey, who just sent that Dark Prince flying?” she countered.

  He considered this. “Indeed, little Fios, you have a formidable power, but you have no connection to our Relics. I, on the other hand, have the ability to locate Seelie Fae Relics.”

  “I can locate them when they are near because they in turn respond to me.” She eyed him and said, “We Fae seers have lots of abilities. Not all of us have the same ones. I have three very important ones. Speed—I can be very fast. I am a slammer, and I’m also a sounder.” She gave him a superior smile.

  He laughed right out loud and patted her head as though she were a favorite pet. “Well then, this grows interesting. Shee Willow, who is Fae on her father’s side and Fios on her mother’s side, is a sounder as well. Right then, sweet Fios, sound away!”

  She shoved his hand off her head and pulled a face at him. “Don’t do that. I am not your kitty cat.”

  “No, and you are not immortal, so try and remember that and stay close to me so the Unseelie Royal can’t take you hostage again,” he said irritably.

  “Hey, you told me to stay where I was, and against my better judgment, that is what I did.” Jazz gave it right back.

  “Even so, be more careful,” he answered obstinately.

  “Oh, of all the arrogant—”

  “As soon as we can get our hands on the orb, Jazmine Decker, you will be able to go home. Isn’t that what you want?” he asked.

  His gold eyes seemed to look through her. She knew he had used Glamour to mitigate the Faeness of his ancient brilliant eyes, but even so, as a seer she could see the ‘alien’ in him. It was, she reminded herself, what all Fae really were—aliens. Her mother had taught her that.. They were another race from a place called Danu. But she felt something for him growing inside her. She had to wrap it up in ice and throw it out; she simply had to.