Fae Story #2
It’s been a second since I did BTHB, but here we are! (This isn’t a continuation of anything)
Prompt: On The Run
BTHB On The Run:
“Do you know,” The fae’s voice bounced off every tree, echoing, passing through the escapee’s ears more times than necessary. “How madly irritating, and yet fascinating, it is to see you run?” He paused and Dehnere imagined he was smiling, smiling in a relaxed position, probably watching through her eyes as she ran, tracking her, and sending word to the shepherds as he did so. She kept running. “It’s cute for now, that you think you’ll be successful, but if you keep at it, I won’t find it as such. You should stop now before you regret it ”
A tree root ripped from beneath the ground, landing several feet ahead of Deh. She stopped, panting. It was obvious what it meant. If she turned away now, turned back to her captor’s home, she would be spared several nights without food, and the food he offered was so great. But if she crossed the line the root created- well, she didn’t know. The fae man never harmed her when he perhaps could have. Still, she’d never done something so serious as trying to run away.
“Choose wisely, young human.”
Dehnere swiveled on a heel, swearing his voice was just behind her, but there was no one there. “Your kind is easy to taunt,” he jested behind her again. Breathing heavily, she turned for a second time. Nothing.
“What do you want?” she demanded of the woods. Surely he was listening and not just watching. “Why won’t you let me leave?” Deh wished for nothing more than for her voice to stop wavering. If she only sounded a little stronger, maybe he would let her go.
“I want you to return to the manor. Your dinner grows cold.”
The human shook her head wildly. “I want to go home.”
There was a chuckle that flittered between the trees, racing passed her and beyond the root line. “You had no home before me. And anyways, I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he remarked, “but you asked me.”
A panicked breath raked through Dehnere. Something touched and now held her shoulder. Her hands twitched at her sides.
“Humans are rare, you know?” A squeak escaped Deh at hearing the fae’s voice. This time there was no doubt he was really behind her. “And not only this, but they are defenseless.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Her voice was a scared whisper. She kept her eyes screwed shut, hoping if she squeezed them tight enough then when she opened them again, she’d wake up on the street of her old village.
“Why?” The fae laughed, sliding his hand from the human girl’s shoulder to her arm, and eventually down to her hand. “Have you forgotten your very own question?” Dehnere said nothing. Instead, the fae man could tell she was relaxing her breathing. “‘Why won’t you let me leave?’” he repeated to her. “Because if I would have left you, another fae would have found you.” His thumb stroked an arch against the backside of her hand. “And they wouldn’t have been so kind.”
Deh snapped. “You haven’t been kind.” She snatched her hand away, and though it still shook, she was proud of her spark of defiance.
She hated that he laughed again, like she was a game, or a toy to play with until it was broken. “You don’t listen well, do you?”
Dehnere’s only response was to swallow, hands forming fists at her sides.
“I perhaps haven’t been as kind as you would like, but I think I have been kind enough in providing you food, shelter, life.” His blacks eyes had a sudden spark of white. It was terrifying to say the least, but they captured Deh’s attention like nothing else the fae had done. “I could have left you in that ruined town. Could have let you starve yourself, or let you be enslaved by another crueler fae. You are lucky,” he sneered at her. “You are lucky to be so fortunate as to be found by me.”
Silence followed for moments to come. Finally, though, the fae spoke. “Go ahead and run,” The root ever so slowly sunk itself back into the ground, the dirt patching over it. “But don’t expect me to save you again. I won’t.”
Can’t believe I only have three more! Requests are accepted!