Arcadia-RestoredWithin eight days I can walk again. I still suffer the occasional ache in my arm, but today I finally get permission from Cally to get out of bed. Stretching, I inhale sharply as pain shoots through my arm. "Damn, that hurts."
Cally opens the door. "Come on! I made breakfast."
When I sit down at the small table, she brings in two plates with what I assume were eggs at some point. Seriously, Am I the only one in our little group who knows how to cook? "Looks great. Is Joeseph going to eat with us?" Sure it's nearly nightfall, but I've become something of a night person.
She shakes her head, a wide grin dominating her face. "He's with Ceana. The two went for a peaceful walk through the mountain. She'll take care of him." Joseph loves the night air, apparently Ceana does as well.
I eat my eggs as quickly as possible, eager to step outside and greet the day for the first time in weeks. "Glad to hear they hit it off. Better her than some of the more, unnerving folks I've seen."
Arcadia-DowntimeTwo weeks. I've been laid up for two weeks in this house, visited by my friends and those I consider family. Cally has already healed, a few broken ribs are a minor inconvenience to her. It's the fragile humans who suffered the most in this mess.
While Mr. B sent some of his cronies to check on my arm, all they could do was reverse it. Slowly. Over these past few days the arm is slowly returning to normal. They could not alleviate the pain however. Every movement seems to bring a fresh surge of fiery agony.
Joseph isn't taking his injury to well. When it was just the two of us he mentioned that he packed his crafting and casting tools (metal work is a hobby of his.) He has prepared a single silver bullet, believing it to be the bane of all supernatural creatures.
Apparently Heather was just as shocked as us at the sudden turn of events, acting the part of eager prodigy when offered a human slave. The only time she has him do anything is when Mr. B drops in to check on her. As long as h
Arcadia-StormThree nights pass peacefully. I spent the entire day lounging around with Cally in the mountains. As night falls we return home. Entering the house, I see that we have an unexpected guest.
I nod to the well dressed fellow. "Evening Mr. B. Here for a visit?"
Cally heads to the room as he responds with a smile. "Business of course. I have a job for you."
Patting him on the shoulder I decline. "Sorry Mr. B. I have to say no. I still trying to get-"
His friendly demeanor vanishes, and his eyes take on a feral red glow. "It isn't a request. You will do as I say." Shaking my head results in his flashing of fangs. He's shouting now, and Joseph pokes his head out of his room, curious. "You will DO AS I COMMAND! I run the shots here mortal!" Losing his patience he grabs me by the neck and slams me into the wall by the door. "I own you HUMAN! You think I would just provide this place free of charge? You have value. I intend to make you work for what you have."
My vision fades as oxygen is cut
Arcadia-CalmCally, Heather, and I are watching some Arcadian chick-flick. It is a tale of unrequited love between a Fae prince and a lowly Dullahan squire. His family despises her headless nature, yet he loves her still. Promising to find her head, they elope to the Eastern Sea. Living comfortably in a shack they promise to always stay by each other's side.
It isn't long before the Patriarch's henchmen track the couple down and try to bring him home, and execute her for leaving her duties unfinished. The two kill the interlopers and flee once more. Ugh, the plot is horrendously predictable. The two find her head and happily marry away from the Kings clutches, given shelter by the kind townsfolk of another kingdom.
Cally seems moved by the film, but Heather just yawns. I dedicate a moment to scratching myself. Heather turns the light on for us and I go check on Joseph. Opening the door I observe as he takes notes on a notebook he brought with him, nose buried in the book Terra gave him.
I knock on
Arcadia-PowerNighttime. Heather just woke up, and she's hungry. She shouts from her room. "Hey! Donnie! Get over here!"
Cally took Joseph to see the witch, Terra. See if she could work out a similar deal with him. So I'm alone with Heather, and while she doesn't worry as much as Mr. B, she's still unpredictable. Alright, let's get this over with.
I throw her door open, marveling at the brightly painted walls (sky-blue) and the soft green blanket she has on her bed.The only light comes from a bulb that I switch on, no windows in this room. Seems like a recent job. "Where are you Little Miss Darkness?"
I take a few steps into the room. I feel a cool breath on my neck as she speaks. "Behind the door of course." She slides her hands through my arms, wrapping me in an embrace from behind. "Do you mind?" She shudders in anticipation.
Standing still, I give her the go ahead. "Have a it. Don't bite so damn hard this time." I get to play juice box.
A light pinch on my neck and she starts drinking.
Arcadia-FavorAfter running back to Vermina's and grabbing my stuff I settle into the new house, leaving a note for the others. It won't be long before they wander in for a visit. I'm prepared for a few insults and maybe a chastising by Ceana. The note has my plans and why I'm staying. Not a detail was left out, so I don't have to give a lengthy explanation. I hate those.
I have a nice chat with Heather, and inform her that I'm going to sleep. She doesn't mind, kicking on the TV and watching some film produced here in Arcadia. I need to watch a few someday.
Sure enough, dawn breaks and I have a few house crashers. By that, I mean Cally is in my bed, snoozing. And Joey is staring at us. "What the hell people? Does anyone know how to knock?"
Joey gives me a thumbs up. "Good to see you have an interest in the ladies! I always thought you were one of them Anti-Sexuals."
Sitting up I snap at him. "Just because I don't talk about my pitiful love-life doesn't mean I don't have one. Besides, How
Arcadia-OpportunityI gotta slow down and think this through... Joseph is an uninitiated human in Arcadia... That doesn't bode well. I went through hell my first week, and I had people looking out for me. He has nobody here.
He mutters and rolls around before lying still once more. Good, I still have a few minutes to prepare.
Quietly, I sneak over to the private rooms. There is a small closet labeled "Tools & Toys." Opening the small wooden door reveals a tightly packed room with all manner of S&M gear and sex toys. I feel an involuntarily shiver roll through my spine. Walking in I take a leather collar off of a hook, and find a leash. Good, I can at least get him to Vermina's place safely.
By the time I return I find him sitting up, staring around groggily. Spotting me, he asks, "Are we here? No joke? This seems real enough." Standing up he walks over to the window. "That guy out there looks normal... So does she. Very funny. You decided to gaslight me, didn't you? Drug me into thinking I saw you change.