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FAIRY ROCK
By
Daisy Banks
© copyright June 2008, Daisy Banks
Cover Art by Kat Richards, June 2008
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
Blossom breathed the blue smoke as a fabulous, spine tingling guitar solo began. Encouraged as Alex slept so soundly, she hauled herself up and, with unsteady steps, she wobbled across the table and lay down by his hand. The warmth of his skin close to hers was wonderful. How she loved these rare moments of closeness with him. If only her power were strong enough, she would have even tried to make herself full size to lie with him.
“Duh,duh,der, duh,du,du,der, du,du,der, duh der,” Blossom hummed to herself as she inhaled more of the blue smoke that billowed up from the dish on the table. Her vision was somewhat wavy now, so she closed her eyes, listened to the music boom through the system, so relaxed her bones were like jelly. She smiled fondly, for Alex lay peaceful as the sweetest babe to whom she had ever granted a wish. Her darling snored softly as he laid spread out on the leather sofa, one hand sprawled on the table by the glass dish where his last joint still smoldered.
Oh, how she wanted him. But she was so weak for some reason, the fulfillment of this longing was impossible, and had been for so many seasons. Most days now, she did not even bother to fly. Her thighs wrapped round his index finger, she settled into a sensual sleep that was full of Alex, full of his music, full of the lovely intense smoke they shared and her dreams were of him alone.
The loud blast of the ringing thing woke her as it lay on the table near where she was still wrapped around his finger. Silently as he began to stir, she slid away and cursed the thing that rang and tore her from him. Hidden behind the square bottle half-full of amber liquid, she squinted through one eye. Things seemed clearer that way. He stirred some more and then moving swift so the beaded bracelet rattled, he grabbed the ringing thing. His low, husky voice growled at the insistent noise. “Whoever it is. Piss off!” He dropped the thing on the table and turned over.
Blossom watched with regret, for his lovely long fingered hand yanked back over his body as he turned. The only compensation for not being able to lie by his fingers was the fabulous view of his rear. While she drank in the vision of him, she sank down behind the bottle. He was so very, very beautiful. All that black curly hair that hung down his back, the tight leather trousers that molded so exquisitely to his buttocks and outlined so much at the front. A huge, longing sigh escaped her lips. This mortal was the most beautiful one ever born, and he was hers. She wanted him, needed him, and sniffed back a tear as yet another morning was passing and she still hadn’t found a way to be in his arms. Blossom leaned back against the bottle and slept.
* * * *
The phone rang again and continued to ring, Alex ignored it some more. He waited for the answering service to kick in. For some reason it didn’t. In the end, he grabbed the phone. “I told you, piss off,” he mumbled, but the fast and once familiar voice he heard shot like a javelin through his mind. He sat up, the phone still clasped to his ear.
“Gavin, is that you? My God, it's been how long? How’s L.A. still cool? No way, amazing. No, I’m cool. No, not anymore, she left after I let the Hall. I’m living in the gate-house, come there when you cross the pond. Sure yeah, Friday, sounds good. Yeah, I’ll like, see you then.” Incapable of absorbing anymore, Alex dropped the phone to the table and stretched out on the sofa.
Gavin coming over from the States, cool, coming to talk business, cool, wanting to stay a few days, great. A smile stretched for a second, but God, he was so tired right now. He’d just have a bit of a sleep and then think about it some more. He grabbed the bottle, took a swig and then rolled over on the sofa to sleep.
When finally he woke, it was mid afternoon and Alex sat up, his mouth like a disused drain and his eyes sticky from sleep. He looked at the table and shook his head. He was getting too old for this, entire half a bottle of Jack for breakfast and two good-sized joints that should have lasted far longer than they had. Slowly, as he waited for the aches and pains to kick in, he got up and winced as he heard his knees crack. He'd better eat something and then sort out about getting the place cleaned up a bit if Gavin was coming to stay on Friday.
He ambled into the kitchen and swiftly downed two cups of coffee before he grabbed the phone to ring little Janet. She was the one person he'd met in the village he could rely on, this girl who came in to clean every so often when the place got too bad for him to stand. “Yeah Janet, I got people coming, two days should see it right. Can you come over? Thanks, if I’m out the keys in the normal place.” As he made his third cup of coffee, Alex studied the pile of unopened mail that had built up this month. He took another swig of coffee and shoved the stack of envelopes straight in the bin. Janet would empty it.
Going back into the sitting room, he turned the sounds down for a moment and surveyed what had become his realm. The place was a bit of a tip, but Janet would sort it out. He slumped down on the sofa to think about Gavin’s visit. They hadn’t seen each other for it must be five years now. Not since the band’s appearance on that retro rock program where, unfortunately, it became obvious the rifts that had caused their split remained and every one of them had said some very unpleasant things.
He sighed, thinking about it. He missed the old days. But the band had gone the same way as so many others. They got too big, too soon, too rich and too bad for their own good. The strain of it all had nearly killed him, and as for Paul, he had just dissolved into a little neurotic puddle. Gavin had begun his career move towards sainthood. Their music had suffered and eventually came the well-publicized, very acrimonious split.
His stomach growled and he drank more coffee. What the hell did Gavin want? A little tremor of excitement hit him. Maybe they were going to try getting the band back together?
He wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. That green mold stuff was fascinating. He wondered what was under it, and grabbed a chunk of cheese to eat. Janet would sort the fridge. Back in the sitting room, chewing on the cheese wedge, he very deliberately, once he had found the top, screwed it back on the bottle of Jack, putting the bottle on the shelf by the books. He was determined that between now and Friday he would lay off the stuff. Gavin had been a health freak the last time they met and wouldn't understand how he'd gone back to the bottle with such a vengeance. He'd done his own health thing for a while, but after Lisa had left him, it had all seemed kind of pointless.
Now, he didn’t care about any of it. As long as the royalties still trickled into the bank account, he was fine. He went over to the computer and opened his e-mail. There were four hundred and ninety-seven messages. After he deleted the lot, he spent the rest of the afternoon surfing, trying to pick up some news about Gavin off the net.
* * * *
Crouched behind a pile of magazines, Blossom watched him at the computer. Irritation rippled through her. He had asked the cleaner to come. She hated it when the little blonde girl arrived and bounced about the place. Everything was tidy for a couple of days. There were so few places to hide then.
He sat at the screen for ages. She heard him cursing several times and wasn’t surprised when the coffee cup slipped from his hand and smashed on the flagstone floor. She concentrated and struggled up to hover behind his dark curly head for a few moments, while she leaned towards the screen.
Appalled, she looked at the picture of Gavin. He had never had the beauty of Alex, even in the early days. But now, he was old. In the picture on the flickering screen, Gavin looked slim enough, but his brown hair was short and it was going gray. He was wearing glasses to cover up the dreaded wrinkled flesh round his eyes. She shook her head to clear the vision, Alex was muttering a wide range of his very favorite curse words and Blossom thought she knew why. When he shoved the off button hard, she dropped fast to the floor and hid behind the leg of the small table. He was hacked off, she could tell. From looking at that picture she could guess why. Gavin was waving, surrounded by children, and her beautiful Alex, poor thing, he had none.
Blossom sighed. Although she wanted Alex so much, she would have been glad to see him with a female who would give him children to make him happy. The orange, stick insect, Lisa, had done everything to avoid having them, and Blossom had been glad when she had seen the dust the car kicked up, sweep down the drive. That skinny female would not be back.
Alex grabbed the bottle of the yellow liquid. He ripped off the top and took the kind of swig that Blossom knew would lead to a lot more. Crashing down onto the sofa, in three long gulps he finished the bottle. He lay back against the arm of the sofa, the now empty bottle in his hand and murmured, “I’ll kill him, if he wants the rights. I’ll kill him.”
Blossom trembled. This sounded bad. It sounded very bad. She hadn’t seen Alex this upset since Lisa had packed her bag and screamed abuse. She hoped that he wouldn’t be as bad as that again. He had been barely conscious for the next five moons after Lisa had gone. Blossom sighed. Maybe she could try to find a way to help him?
She left him as he gazed blank eyed up at the ceiling, and sneaked out into the kitchen, needing to think. The window was open so she hauled herself up the front of the unit using the drawer handles. By the time, she got to the top she was panting and gasping. She rested to get her breath back and then crept out of the window.
Immediately, she narrowed her eyes, dazzled by the bright afternoon sunlight. She so rarely came outside now. How she wished she had some of the dark glasses Alex used, but there was no fairy equivalent and even when she had gone through the whole box of toy solider stuff Alex kept, she hadn’t found any. The boots she wore had come from there. They were comfortable and she liked them, the same as the combat trousers and shirt. That toy box had been a boon. She was certain Alex wouldn’t like anyone dressed in raspberry pink. The commando stuff was much more his scene. Well, it had been when he had met Lisa. By Pan's twin horns, how she'd cried to watch him with Miss fake tan. Well, that was all over and he was all hers now, just as he had been when she had first found him. Her chin in her hand, she watched the flowers grow as she wondered how she could help him. When the sun got to be simply too much, she returned to the house, no nearer a solution.
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