“What makes you think I’m just a man?” Simon said with a small grin.
Somehow, I knew he was going to say that. Over the last couple hours I had been unnerved in a way I had never been before. Oh sure, this wasn’t my first strange encounter, but usually I was the cause of it, not the other way around. I knew at the train station he was different, I just didn’t know how much different.
“You are an amazing little thing aren’t you? So beautiful, and so unaware of your own gifts. The fact that we are even sitting here talking is exhilarating. I’ve wanted to talk to you for so long.” Simon said interrupting my thoughts.
Exhilarating? This man hadn’t so much as twitched while sitting on my couch, but he was excited? “Why do you say that? What gifts? How long have you been stalking me?” I asked.
“Patience Ella, we’ll get to all that. But first, we really need to get past this trust issue.” He moved so fast I barely had time to react before he was standing in front of me reaching out.
It was a reflex, something I’d learn to control over the years, but when I got scared, things just…happened. I was suddenly standing in the doorway across the room again while he was left staring at my empty chair. I moved slightly and he slowly turned to face me, grinning like a madman.
“Very good Ella. I was wondering how long it would take. You have some control and that my dear is such a rare quality in a woman.” Simon said.
“What are you?” I asked again. “No human could move like that.”
“Now I would say that was the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” Simon said.
I was starting to get irritated with this little cat and mouse game he was playing. He lunged for me again, and once again I was on the other side of the room, standing next to the couch. Only this time I was holding Grover in my arms. If I was going to make a break for it, I wasn’t leaving him behind no matter how much of a tratoir he was right now.
“Impressive. What do you call that by the way?” Simon asked causally.
“Blinking.” Embarrassing as it was, I had never been able to come up with a better word for it.
Simon tilted his head back and roared with laughter. “Blinking. Well, I suppose that’s as good a description as any. Do you have anything else you want to show me?” Now he was leaning his left side against the door frame and crossed his arms, waiting for my response.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you don’t leave now.” I said, once again with a lot more confidence than I actually felt. I knew what he was. He was a demon, and I had always been taught to never trust a demon. I’d seen a few over the years, but I had always been taught to stay away from them. If they didn’t see me, they couldn’t hurt me.
“You’re not going to hurt me Ella. I’m stronger than you are and I’ve already told you that I’m here to help you.”
“You’re a demon. What do you want from me?” I asked.
“I’m not a demon Ella. However some people might call me that based on past experiences.” He was smiling again. It was a nice smile, a wicked smile.
“If you’re not a demon, then what the hell are you?” I was getting annoyed.
“I’m a Sidhe. Well, half one anyway.” He said it so nonchalantly I thought he was being sarcastic again. Then I looked into those eyes again and saw the truth, he was serious.
“A what?” I asked trying not to sound as disturbed as I felt.
“A Sidhe. Daoine Sidhe actually.” He made it sound like I was supposed to know what that was.
“What the hell is a Doaine Sidhe?” I asked exasperated. Trying to get a straight answer out of Simon was like trying to get Grover to try a new cat food. Impossible.
Simon sighed, shook his head slightly and said, “So much to learn. Let me ask you something first Ella. Who taught you how to ‘blink’ or do the glamour you attempted to fool me with earlier at the train station?”
So he had seen me. It hadn’t been my imagination, he saw me and I saw him. The real me, not the one everyone else sees, but me. I try very hard to remain unnoticeable to people and the things that go bump in the night. If they can’t see me, they can’t hurt me. That was lesson one and it has been my motto all my life.
“That’s none of your business. What do you mean ‘glamour’?” I said holding Grover a little tighter.
“I saw through your shield. The one you were trying to hide behind. It was a good effort, but like I said, I’m stronger than you are. However you did surprise me by seeing through mine. Not many can do that. Tell me, what do I look like right now?” He asked.
“You’re kidding right?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
“What do I look like Ella?” Simon asked again.
“Fine. You’re tall, about 6’2”. You have dark brown hair and blue eyes. You have a straight nose and high cheekbones. Your shoulders are broad but you don’t look like a body builder. You’re skin is fair, but not pasty white. It looks smooth, unblemished. How old are you anyway?”
“Excellent. And that’s none of your business.” He said throwing my words back at me. I’d left out the part about him being strikingly gorgeous. I didn’t want to feed his arrogance.
“So what does that prove?” I asked.
“That you can see what others can’t. You’re unique. Untrained, but powerful.” Simon said.
I’d had enough. Simon had rattled me and I wasn’t going to sit by and let him continue to goad and frighten me. He needed to go, so I could run. I raised my palm up in front of me. I saw Simon’s eyes widen slightly when he looked at my outstretched hand. His mouth opened slightly as if he was about to say something.
“I’m not that untrained.” I said, right before I threw a fireball at his head.
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