In Which, a Risk is Taken
Xainy wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up, but the other gargoyles were still sleeping. Winged One was still hanging from his perch, and Thin One was snoozing outside. The sun hadn't come up yet, but the sky was lightening, and you could see hints of orange on the horizon. The buildings looked so beautiful in the dawn. It was still hard to believe she was in Paris. This summer was going to be amazing. With the private jet they could be in a new country every other day. There was just so much to do, and so little time. They for sure had to come again next year as well.
But she didn't feel it was right to leave without solving this problem. She had to figure out what was killing these people and get rid of the stress the gargoyles were feeling. That was why she was here, to help people and other Faeries. An idea then came to her, and idea she knew everyone else would shoot down. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't all that great with coming up with plans, and Natasha couldn't even tell them any useful information because she didn't know what it was either. She had to take this risk. She had to try. She was going to leave the cathedral and then come back inside.
Slowly, and quietly, she got out of her blankets, and made her way to the back stairs. She was going to go out the front door. Even though other people couldn't see the faerie, at least she could have the comfort of not being alone. There must have been at least one other person inside the cathedral too. Like a priest or something. Maybe someone would at least see something. Before she could fully stand, she heard something behind her, and spun around, her heart racing.
"What are you doing?" It was Fair One, and she looked up at her with a questioning look.
"Um...well you see...," Xainy stammered, trying to fish for a good lie.
"You were gonna leave weren't you?" she asked, her face remaining emotionless.
"No, that'd be crazy," she answered, scratching her head. She kept her voice down, just to make sure no one else heard them.
"But it's the only thing you can think of," Fair One said, tilting her head. "And it's the only thing I can think of as well."
Xainy blinked down at her in surprise. "Y-you're not upset? Or worried?"
"Of course I am," she insisted, narrowing her eyebrows. "How could you think I wasn't? You risking your life? What if you don't find out what you need?"
"It's worth a shot isn't it?" Xainy shrugged, rubbing her arm, second-guessing her own thoughts.
"If you're going, you aren't going alone." Winged One had woken up, and was watching Xainy carefully. "I will accompany you."
"Me too!" Fair One nodded. "I know this isn't a game, but I'm kind of excited." Xainy smiled gratefully to the gargoyles.
"Before we do this, I suggest you leave a sort of note," Winged One said, righting himself up. He looked worried, and a bit anxious.
"Oh, like a...'If you're reading this I'm dead thing'?" she asked, feeling for her journal.
"More like, 'If you're reading this I'm facing off against the Faerie who has been terrorizing Notre Dame, and don't assume I'm dead until you find my body'," he corrected, trying to look more cheerful. "Don't forget to mention Fair One and I."
"Of course," she nodded. She sat down and opened to a new page.
"I may not get sketched now huh?" Fair One asked, looking glum.
"Remain positive," Xainy smiled, picking up her pencil.
It was early morning, and Nathan didn't bother with breakfast. With much pleading and whining from Natasha, he managed to persuade to her to skip it too. She kept going on about how it was unhealthy, and it would throw her off of her diet, and so on and so forth, but they really didn't have any means to getting food at the moment anyways. They had staid in Micheal's basement, and his parents didn't even know about it. They managed to sneak out before they woke up.
"Do you guys have a plan?" Micheal asked, leading them through the streets.
"Not the slightest," Nathan grumbled, dragging along his suitcase and carrying Mr. Jitters. Since they got kicked out of the hotel, they had to lug their luggage everywhere with them.
"Maybe if we could figure out what Faerie it is, we can come up with a plan," Natasha beamed, carrying Reginald in one arm and her baggage in the other.
"But you said you don't know what it could be," Nathan sighed, a little annoyed. They kept going in circles, and circles about this whole thing. What could it be? The Banshee is the only other creature! You said it was harmless. It is. What about the gargoyles? Oh no! Then what? The Banshee!
"Well, let's put what we know together!" Natasha beamed. "Like detectives! Oh yes, that will be most exciting."
Nathan just rolled his eyes at her, but didn't think it was a bad idea. "Alright, so what do we know?"
"It kills people," Micheal answered bluntly. "Not all Faeries kill people."
"Precisely," Natasha nodded, adjusting hurt hold on Reginald. "Well, Faeries that have killed people are Kelpies, but they are usually found by lakes and rivers. Um, Cockatrices."
"But they kill by turning people to stone," Nathan added, then looked to Micheal. "We had a run in with one before we came here."
"How about a Manticore!" Natasha asked before Micheal could comment.
"Can it remain hidden to even other Faeries?" he quickly asked before Natasha could get sidetracked again with another irrelevant suspect.
"Um...no," she said, stopping to think, "and they are found in forests."
"Can you name creatures that can actually be in Paris?" Nathan demanded, losing his patience. "Come on Natasha."
"Alright, alright," she huffed, pouting. "Okay um...Something that can kills humans, remain unknown to other Faeries, and can be in the city..." Her voice trailed off, and her face displayed great fear.
"Natasha?" Micheal felt fear himself as he looked at the older woman. "What is it?"
"Do you know what it is?" Nathan nearly dropped Mr. Jitters, and his heart was racing.
"I've only met one other...," her voice was shaky, but urgency showed in her face. "We need to get there, now!"
Thursday, July 23rd, 2008, Early Mourning
Hey, it's me. I'm sitting here, in with Fair One and Winged One...And I'm not sure if I'll be righting again. I'm trying to be positive, but I'm gonna leave the cathedral, and see if I can find out what the faerie that has been killing people is. I hate for this to sound sad, or for who ever reads this to worry, but I'm not sure how else to write this. Winged One said to think of it as a 'Don't think of me as dead until you find my body' kind of note. So please think of it as that. I'm just rambling a bit now because I'm not sure what else to right...but Nate, Natasha, if you read this, and I'm not there...thanks for taking me on this journey. However little it was.
Xainy's heart was racing. She and the two gargoyles made their way through the cathedral, making their way to the front door. If there was anyone else here, she didn't see them. Beside Fair One, Winged One, and the other sleeping gargoyles, she was alone. She swallowed a lump in her throat as they walked. The gargoyles didn't protest to her slow pace. She need the extra few minutes to collect herself again. She figured if she moved to fast, her brain would talk her out of it. So she moved slowly, and kept re-convincing herself over and over again that it'd be alright.
When they eventually did reach the big front doors she hesitated. She stared at the towering double doors, unsure if she'd even have the strength, or will to open them.
"Shall I?" Winged One spoke up, looking over at her, with some uncertainty. Xainy took in a deep breathe, and as she exhaled, she nodded, her eyes closed. She heard the the doors open slowly, creaking slightly from age. She opened her eyes, and was greeted by the light of the morning and the sounds of the city. She looked down at her feet, and knew she had to move them. Come on, you can't turn back now, she told herself. You're already so close. You're so-
"AH!" she screamed as she was shoved forward and nearly fell face first into the concrete. She collected herself, and turned around, her mind in a frenzy.
"Fair One!" Winged One scolded, glaring at her.
"Why'd you do that?" Xainy shouted, overcome with hysteria.
"Because you looked like you were gonna back out," Fair One said, not looking remorseful or smug. "I just gave you the little nudge you needed to got through with your plan. Please don't be mad at me. You wanted this right?" Did she? Did she really want this? Sure she thought of the idea, and made the necessary steps to make sure her friends knew what she was doing, but she didn't feel the full weight of what she was doing until now. She couldn't go back in now. If she did, she was going to die! No you're not!, she shouted silently at herself. It's a possibility, but not certain. You are more prepared than the others who died. You know about faeries. You've seen them all your life and know of their tricks. And you have two gargoyles on your side. You can do this!
"Are you ready?" Winged One asked, putting a clawed hand on her shoulder. "Just take your time. And if you don't want to," he paused to give Fair One a warning glance, "you don't have to."
"Yes...yes I do," she said slowly, taking another deep breath. All at once she willed herself forward, and she was standing inside Notre Dame again. She stood silently, shaking, her eyes darting all over, hoping she'd see the creature before it attacked her. The gargoyles stood on either side of her, and looked around as well. They didn't move for what seemed like ages, then the front doors slammed shut behind them, causing Xainy to jump, and heart nearly jump out of her chest.
"Oh...my gosh...," Fair One gasped. Xainy looked at her, then in the direction she was staring, which was at the doors behind them. She couldn't feel herself breathe as she moved back, staring at the shadows in front of the doors. A creature stepped out of the darkness, and stared down at them with hollow eyes.
AN: Yeeeah, another chapter done! :D So what do you guys think the Faerie is? Let me know! But be warned, it may not be in Field Guide. ;)