Do ya feel Lucky?

Elicia:

“Well, seeing that the guy’s forget our interactions once they wake-up, it shouldn’t hurt too much to fill in some of the blanks. You know about your mom taking her life, but as an ‘oracle’ it’s harder done than spoken.”

“Right, because of the higher spiritual energy contained within their bodies.”

“Exactly, but also, because they are predestined vessel’s for deities. In order for a human vessel to harm their physical bodies, they have to bind their powers long enough to commit the act of suicide or physical harm. That being said, the only way to bind spiritual powers of that potency is to make a ‘blood seal’ or ‘blood contract’, however you want to label it, but the blood from the one seeking to be bound must be combined with the blood of a royal. Not just any royal, but one of the original bloodlines.”

“Okay. So, she found a royal to bind her powers.”

“Do you remember the first time we spoke; I had mentioned something about you weren’t supposed to survive the pregnancy?”

“Yeah, you also said I was special.”

“Oh, give me strength. Sweetheart, your mother was only two months pregnant when she made her ‘blood seal’. Her powers returned to her dying body, but the fetus had not died so a healthy, giggling baby girl just appeared outside of a firehouse. You. You were born way before you should have been, but something happened in the transfer of spiritual powers. The royal that assisted in the ‘blood seal’ was also bound to the fetus. Think of two batteries, one has a healthy core, but the other is weaker, older. Over time the healthier core will weaken but in this case, it got stronger, slowly siphoning energy from the weaker core because of a shared connection.”

“Okay, so your saying that this ‘blood seal’ not only connected itself to my mother, but the fetus also because her body was dead, but not the fetus when the spiritual energy returned after the binding wore-off. Somewhere during this transfer of power, the ‘blood seal’ stayed in effect with the fetus, binding itself to the royal that initiated it in the first place. Why the Fuck am I just now finding this out?” Craning my neck backward to look at his boyish smirk upside-down.

“Well, things have been quite eventful lately, wouldn’t you agree? It may not make sense now, but everything was pre-arranged in an multi-fate plan. This is just one result out of many possibilities, but based on your choices and actions, this is the path that has been mapped out for you.”

“Now your pussy footin’ around the fucking bush again with your cryptic bullshit. I understand destiny and different possibilities, but you’re avoiding names. Tell me what I need to know.” Switching tactics, puckering up my bottom lip with the big pouty eyes on the brink of tears as his boyish smile faltered into a loud gulp, avoiding direct eye contact.

“That’s playing dirty. Certain things can’t be disclosed, I can only give hints and cryptic riddles.” Increasing the pouty level, making that lip tremble with unshed tears prickling at the corners of my misty eyesight, hearing the audible gulp as he turned away from my sad pouty face.

“Think about it. The answer is right there in the information.” His chuckling voice faded away into a foggy white mist, leaving me on the brink of forced tears that quickly turned into real tears as they slowly broke past the fleshy barrier.

I’m such a cry-baby, but my whole life was nothing but blank spaces and empty memories wanting to be filled with the truth. I mean, it’s happening but not as fast I would like and the cryptic riddles are a little frustrating when the answers are right within my grasp, but he keeps misting away like a big pussy.

“I don’t hear you.” His taunting sing-song voice echoed through the shadows in light laughter, mentally flipping him off, squirming enough to feel the burning freeze in my muscles as the silky shadows danced against the gloomy stonework.

Envisioning different castles from memory as my thoughts filtered through the mental library of knowledge that I had studied, read about, seen visually through mass media, anything and everything was logged, categorized, alphabetically arranged with another category by different genre or topic.

My thoughts are my getaway, just like reading.

Who couldn’t say they have gotten lost a time or two, slipping away from all of the stress reality decided to unload on us. Submerging themselves into a fantasy of an exotic alien woman with three tits that could snap a man’s neck in a heart beat and love within the same beat, or dragon’s rescued from the pits of hell, shown true love, the true meaning of adventure and the erotic throws of passion with their destined mate.

Wow! That’s me. I’m that girl, reading about a girl living her wildest fantasy, unlike her, this was reality, and my pregnant ass was up shit creek with no fucking paddles or floaties.

GUYS! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, FIND ME!!!

Okay, feeling a little better after that silent scream knowing my catatonic ass was gargling like a dying toad stuck in a rattlesnakes mouth, flopping its limbs in a last ditch effort to survive, but that neurotoxin is slowly eating away at your flesh until your organs shut-off completely, one-by-one.

Yep, that toad. Fuck you toad. How dare you give up. Make that rattlesnake wish it never fucked with you in the first place. Get stuck in that bastards throat so that it slowly starves to death. A slow, and painful death.

Yeah. Chuckling evilly picturing Bain’s face on that toad, and Helmer as the rattlesnake but before the rattlesnake fully dies, my ass swoops in as the prairie dog with razor sharp teeth and claws. Don’t let those cute little rodents fool you, they’re vicious little motherfuckers. All those nights watching National Geographic or Animal Planet because I’m a sorry excuse of a human being that no one would truly care what really happened to me, besides Bailey, LC, Derek or the kids.

Talk about an turn of events.

I have my sexy quad. Those beautiful ambered-hazel eyes encased with dark reddish-hair, almost a chestnut color paired perfectly with straight noses, tight jawlines and kissable lips so soft…oooooooeehhh!

Good Gracious! Miss Molly. Shivering at the sensations that wrapped around my body as my mental library developed a very steamy encounter that I had to put a kibosh on before it got me in serious trouble.

DAMN YOU HELMER!!!

You’ll pay for this. Wait! Fairies don’t ‘blood seal’. I remember that from the library at the house. I would sit in there while the guys paid the bills for the club vendors, employee’s, sub-contractors, DJ. I was super impressed with their knowledge. I sucked at accounting, but my math was spot on. I think it’s because I get distracted easily by the words on the accounts, or those data codes to type in for certain formulas in Excel.

Slow down Elicia. Backup to the original thought, Fairies don’t ‘blood seal’ and the royals weren’t around at the time of my birth, so the vampires would be the only OG’s available. Desmond and Izzy were the sitting royals, but Helmer was alive even though he was supposed to be dead.

SON OF BITCH!

I’m a fucking ray of sunshine duller than a puddle on a horse farm. It was all right there.

Mom sought out Helmer for help, probably because she was familiar with his name in the underground, either she forgot to tell Helmer, or did she know something as the ‘oracle’ and that’s why I’m ‘blood sealed’ to him.

In a way mom, you’re a fucking bitch. How could you allow your daughter to become some kind of supernatural guinea pig? BUT, big but on that one, she also did it to protect me. I would have been one of the girl’s used to train the guys or turned into a fighter. Nah! Myles wouldn’t have shown me that much mercy, he would have allowed anything to happen.

I’m stronger than him. That’s why he needs me alive. He’s going to drain off my energy like a generator until I’m completely spent in order to kill me. Thyra’s uncle is my father, his lineage is related to the Black Bear, and they can’t be killed normally.

Does Helmer know this fact, if not, then ‘Hells Yeah’ for me, but if he does, shit-fuck! Think. Think. Think. I hate being left alone in the dark, that’s when my demons really start talking, and the dreadful anxiety kicks in.

Wish I had four hunks of muscle here to keep me busy.

OKAY! I’M SINKING FAST! GUYS HURRY UP AND FIND ME!

Because I’m horny. Hehehe.

“BOO!” Flinching back in panic as my heart thundered violently through my ears and chest.

I FUCKING HATE YOU! Fucking King of the Dead… MY FUCKING ASS!

“WHOO!! That was fucking hilarious. You should have seen you face little Goddess.” His laughing face turned into a mockery of terror and a horrible snarling hiss, smiling evilly at his laughing face.

“What?” His face dropped in question, rolling over to my stomach, aiming my finger like a sniper as the realization struck him with a goofy snarl of laughter.

“I’m a Goddess.” Snapping my thumb down like I had pulled the trigger and a swirling ball of grayish mist shot out from my finger, striking him in the ass cheek. Lifting my smokey finger, blowing out the ‘smokey gun’.

Do ya feel lucky?