Firstborn: Necromancer Chronicles (Erotic Fantasy) Book 3

by D. R. Rosier

  The problem was, there was danger in asking the humans. I wanted to wait until things settled down for good reason. What if I went and asked for help? Yes, they would want to get rid of the fae who had been plotting against them for so long. But what if they chose none of the above and got rid of the fae and tried to destroy us as well?

  The other races may have lived here for fifteen thousand years, but that doesn’t mean humanity won’t see it as an invasion either. I was hoping for more stability first; give humanity time to slough off their old ways. Either way there would be great risks.

  Toni said softly, “I agree to a point, but really, we are saving ourselves and our family too right? If Earth goes… so do we. Fighting to keep the Earth safe from the fae is too big. I’m doing it for you three, does that make sense? I know you’re caught up in some big prophecy, but really it just comes down to keeping what you love safe, doesn’t it? Life isn’t safe though, sometimes we have to take risks and fight to get to where we need to be.”

  Alicia nodded in approval to Toni, “You would have made a good wolf. For the pack, family, it is why I fight as well.”

  We were all silently thoughtful at that. That was what I had been trying to get across, but Toni had explained it much better. It wasn’t that we wouldn’t fight for others, we would and already had. But trying to save the world was just too damn big.

  Chapter 8 – Hope

  We were still waiting to hear back about backup for our attacks, and I was feeling a little impatient. I and the others had quickly agreed with my brother that trying to do it ourselves was tantamount to asking one of us to die, if not straight out suicide.

  It was Sunday, and I should have been at work. We all took turns going to Vinnie’s house long enough to get a real shower. We had stuff on hand to get clean of course, but nothing beat a real shower with pressured water.

  Rafe had left an hour ago to report to his sovereign. I hadn’t wanted him to go, but he had too. He told me he had slim hopes the angels would help, even though the fae had a small invasion force and were trying to stir up war, because the fae here were basically a small faction and not representing most of them.

  But he thought it might help in the end when they finally did take a side. I hoped it would never reach the point of open war, but according to the prophecy it was an inescapable conclusion. I was meditating and trying to rest. My connection to Bree and Callie filled me with their reassuring presence.

  Hours passed and we brainstormed, but didn’t come up with anything new. The longer my parents took, the more I believed the communities in those countries wouldn’t help. We were discussing how to make contact with the human government. Teleporting into the oval office tickled my funny bone, but it would be a major mistake and get things started on the wrong foot.

  Plus, the secret service has no sense of humor whatsoever.

  We were discussing it when one of the wards went off.

  Kristi said softly, “Helicopter coming in from the north, looks military to me.”

  I blew out a breath. Anyone still just in bathing suits started to get dressed, which made me smile. We’d look pretty good fighting in bikinis, might even distract the enemy that way. I shook my head to clear my ridiculous thoughts and get my head out of the gutter. We’d all been having sex with our mates a lot over the last two days, as if to prove we were still alive, to forget about the stress, and out of fear of losing the ones we loved.

  Kristi put up a shield around us; I put one up below hers, an invisible one. I wasn’t sure if our shields would stop a missile or not. It might, has never been tested before. I could see the shadows writhing around Bell’s legs, as if preparing to evacuate us all. But the helicopter didn’t attack. It circled us a couple of times, and then set down on the beach about fifty feet away.

  Two marines with weapons got out, followed by a man in a black suit and tie carrying a briefcase. He walked over toward us, Kristi looked reluctant as she took her shield down, I wasn’t all that excited about lowering mine either. But I was sure I could restore it before those marines pointed their guns and fired.

  As the man got closer I could see he was in his late thirties and looked in top shape. He had brown hair, hazel eyes and a friendly smile, but his aura was all business. I wondered how fast humans would get over that, no more lying…

  He walked up to us and said, “Mr. Jones, Dr. Jones…” he greeted everyone here by name except Bell. Apparently she didn’t have a fake identification in the system.

  He said, “I’m Mr. Johnson, FBI, and you people are hard to track down.”

  He was lying about his name, and agency, but I let it go. He was probably a spook from the CIA; leave it to a spy agency to figure out how to distance view so fast.

  “What can we do for you Mr. Johnson?” I asked sweetly.

  He sighed, “We need to know the truth about the satellites. We know you did something in England, and something happened here as well. The amount of debris and satellites falling off NORAD’s scopes has fallen since then, but not stopped.

  “You know young lady, the government is supposed to protect the country. To do that we need to be in control of things, we get itchy when we lose it. Lately, we haven’t felt in control of shit. It would help us if you could fill in all those blanks from your brother’s interview. All of you…”

  I traded looks with Vinnie, he nodded reluctantly.

  I asked, “What’s in the briefcase?”

  He said deadpan, “The President of the United States.”

  I snickered, “How’d he fit?”

  He rolled his eyes at my poor attempt at humor and opened the case. It was obvious to me this man was sent to handle us, and find out what he could. He was being awfully open for a government agent. Still, he was careful not to tell me anything he didn’t already know I knew.

  Apparently they had some kind of sat phone video link going, because staring back at me was the president. At least not all the satellites were gone.

  The president was silent though, and simply watched as Mr. Johnson started asking questions. I’ll be honest, I was a little disappointed.

  I ignored his first question and asked, “Do you want a drink Mr. Johnson?”

  He sarcastically asked for a coke, and Callie ran over to the cold room and brought one out for him. He looked a little amused.

  He said, “Alright, will you tell us what you know?”

  I sighed, “It’s complicated, and it all starts about fifteen thousand years ago. We weren’t planning on leaving you in the dark; we just were waiting until the blinders of the enchantment we destroyed are gone. But I suppose that doesn’t matter now.”

  I went on to tell him everything, the first war, settlement by multiple other humans, the enchantment, and the prophecy. The fae’s involvement and everything we had done because of it, and why it wouldn’t be a good idea to do more than defend this world. My mouth was a little dry by the time I got them briefed up to current events.

  I could tell Johnson was advanced enough in his magic to read the truth of my words. Then I told them where the last three fae gatherings were, and offered my help.

  I was intensely relieved when they didn’t look at me like I wasn’t a human being; perhaps the release of the magic had already changed their paranoid mindsets a little bit. It could also be they were just that desperate.

  Johnson asked, “So you are saying we should just kill the fae here, and leave their version of Earth alone?”

  I nodded, “Yes, because there are the other races that are watching. No one wants another large war so any that are seen as aggressors would be… dealt with by all in my opinion. Think of it like this world after World War 2 until the late eighties, but this cold war has been going on for fifteen millennia. This Earth just got their magic back, though through no fault of our own, but if the first thing we do is invade…

  “There is enough to do already; it will be hard enough to simply preserve our way of life internally.”

  Mr.
Johnson asked, “And you think of yourself as one of us?”

  I said, “Yes, I do.”

  Johnson said, “Mr. President, I didn’t feel her lie to me once.”

  The president coughed, “Very well. We will have to figure out a way to incorporate your communities into our society at some point. I also know politics is about to get interesting now that we can’t lie our asses off anymore. So I take your point about cleaning up our own yard first. I’ll call those countries and see if we can’t get some cooperation to take out those fae.”

  I went to answer him, but the screen went dark. I raised an eyebrow to Mr. Johnson, “So what’s next?”

  He shrugged, “We wait to hear back.”

  Kristi asked, “Do you want a crash course on human magic?”

  He asked, “Will it take long?”

  She shrugged, “Not if you let me in your mind. I promise to do no harm or deception. I can do the same for the marines too. After a little practice you can teach your CIA, and they can teach their unit, etc…”

  He coughed, “FBI,” he blushed.

  She snickered, “Good luck with that in our new world agent.”

  He assented to her offer. It took her about three seconds to pass on the mechanics of how their magic worked. I was almost a little jealous, but then I could heal… and teleport. I was only screwed in the wings department. She did the same for the marines when they were waved over.

  She shrugged, “It will take years of practice to get good at it all, but it shouldn’t take long at all before you can pass the knowledge on.”

  Mr. Johnson asked, “So are you the only human from this… realm here on the island?”

  She nodded.

  We just chatted and waited for either the president or my parents to get back to us. Eventually Mr. Johnson’s smile started to match what was going on in his aura as he started to relax. I took that as another good sign.

  I suppressed a snort, four down and sixteen billion to go. It would be nice if everyone understood, but I was afraid that wouldn’t be the case, the world had some growing pains coming. The magic would help prevent misunderstandings, and killing from fear or ignorance. But it wouldn’t prevent violence or normal disagreement, after all the supernatural community could be a very violent place. All it would really do is stop the witch hunt type of stupidity. Which granted, was a lot.

  I smiled; maybe the fae problem would be a good thing in the end. It might help unite us with a common enemy. I could hope right? It was my name after all…

  I noticed after a few minutes I didn’t see the marines anymore. I also noticed Bell was missing and coughed to cover my smile. I bet she had been starved; she certainly hadn’t been feeding off of my mates the last couple of days.

  Sure enough, when the marines came back fifteen minutes later they both looked a little tired and out of it, but very happy. I’d have been tempted when I was younger myself, she really looked good… too good to be true. Now that she fed it was even more pronounced, I felt like I’d cum if I just stared at her long enough. But my little family was enough for me, especially since I had a new addition.

  Callie asked in a whisper, “See something you like?”

  I turned and looked in her eyes, “Yes… yes I do.”

  I got up and dragged off Callie, I hoped we had enough time before word came back… and we did. My goddess could that girl move her tongue fast…

  When the president called us back later he looked annoyed. I waited patiently while he and Johnson discussed things. It looked like we had permission in Russia and Germany to help. China was stonewalling the president. Not a big surprise, but still annoying. He was of the opinion they were going to try and handle it themselves.

  The plan was pretty simple. Simple is usually best, it’s the complicated plans that usually go south. We were going to teleport outside the target building, and they were going to bomb the damn thing. Our job was to take on any of them that managed to survive the explosion. I wasn’t happy that Rafe wasn’t back yet, and I hoped it wouldn’t be another four days.

  We planned it to happen together so they wouldn’t detect our presence. Everyone agreed if the bombs didn’t get most of them, we would bug out. There were only twelve of us, three of them humans that barely knew how to use their abilities.

  I sent a ghost to dad to let him know he could quit trying. I didn’t get what the communities were thinking. It wasn’t like they’d be able to hide much longer, and helping with this could only bring good will. We are staying on your planet but protect your own damn selves wasn’t a very smart stance for them to be taking.

  I sort of understood, humans with magic or not resisted change, and that’s why this was so dangerous to begin with.

  Everyone was watching Kristi. She looked like she was barely paying attention as she spoke to my brother, but I knew she was watching the location in her mind. She was so good at looking like a helpless and innocent ditz, but she was far from it.

  When she nodded, we teleported outside the building they were holed up in. It wasn’t a warehouse, this time it was an old office building. The building was half knocked down and burning. We surrounded it the best we could in three groups. There were also some Russian troops on the ground, though I wasn’t sure what if any help they would be.

  I reached into the building with my necromantic magic and found fifteen burnt corpses. I bound them before their souls could move on and sent five to each of the groups. I guess sometimes revenants are disgusting corpses, because I didn’t restore their flesh. It would be an easy, if disturbing, way for everyone to track who was on their side.

  I still felt over thirty in there, but they were separated throughout the burning building. I saw no reason to rush in there, so we waited for them to try and escape past us. One made a run for it, then another. I lost track of the bigger picture as I along with Bree, Callie, and one of the marines tried not to let anyone past.

  The bad part of blowing up the building is there were a lot of big things on fire for the fae to throw at us. Callie was a blur, if anything she was faster and stronger than she had been before I made her into a sort of revenant. She took a few down to the ground for me to dispatch. Some of the fae that were more beat up from the bombing lost their shield entirely when she crashed into them and tore their heads off.

  Bree was having similar success. I was busy dodging flying debris, killing the ones my mates took down, and also doing my best to attack too. The five zombie fae on our corner were integral to stopping some of the more heavy attacks against us.

  In less than ten minutes we had the building empty of fae, only two of them managed to escape past us, but we could hunt them down later, I had their faces burned into my mind.

  No one died this round, the fae had been too eager to escape to put up a good fight.

  Two others escaped in the other directions, but we were done here for now. The target in Germany was next, so I held on to my toasted corpses. Perhaps it was semantics, but without a break in between I was considering this the same fight. About ten minutes later Kristi gave the signal again.

  This second one was another warehouse like the first. The difference was the smart bombs of course; the whole damn thing had collapsed in on itself. But when I reached in to look there were no corpses. They must have caught on at this location because I could feel fae moving away, under the ground into the city. I sent the corpses I had to a manhole cover and they quickly dropped into the sewers.

  I teleported the group past the moving underground magical auras to cut them off from escape. They were detecting us as well, so turned. I growled in frustration and then felt Vinnie and Toni reach out with their earth power and collapse the sewer tunnel. We teleported again, getting ahead of them, but this time when they turned back they ran into my crispy fae.

  My brother and Toni did it again. The fae would eventually be able to dig out, but not fast. Now their retreat was cut off. My crispy fae were outnumbered, but they were just as powerful magically, a
nd much stronger physically.

  Vinnie asked, “Should we go down there?”

  I shook my head and reached down with my necromantic power to take control of the dying, if we were lucky we wouldn’t have to fight them at all. I went to grab the two newly dead ones, but someone beat me to it. I narrowed my eyes, but the new dead were attacking the live ones so I didn’t sweat it.

  Vinnie grinned at me and they reached down again, collapsing the sewer system right on top of the live fae. It sort of worked, because the fae used telekinesis to catch and prevent the heavier pieces from crushing them. As a result the zombie fae started to kill them a lot more quickly for a few moments.

  I managed to snag a few more, but so did our mystery necromancer. The last few fae were in a panic because they punched straight up with their power, breaking the street open. They tried to lift themselves with telekinesis. Only three managed to live long enough to reach the street, and Vinnie’s and my swords…

  When the dust settled a young woman still in her teens swaggered out from behind a building and walked toward us. All the fae I had missed ran to cluster around her. She also had a few other zombies, a revenant sorcerer and about ten vampires enslaved to her will. She was wearing a black leather halter, tight leather pants, and was pierced in quite a number of places.

  She smiled, “Welcome to my city. Normally I’d be pissed you invaded it and started a ruckus. But I’ve been trying to figure out how to kill those blasted fae for a while now.”

  This is what I could be if I wanted, oh, not the piercings, black makeup, or leather, but the power. This girl could be eighteen, maybe… and she already ran a major city. They weren’t here but I could tell she owned a great number more of vampires. She didn’t seem to be killing for troops though, or I was sure she’d have more than one sorcerer. But I wasn’t tempted at all, if anything I felt sorry for her, that kind of rule must be very lonely.