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Fortunes
Fools
Or
The Little Death of Vincent
Ward
By Jon Kaneko-James
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1
Friends Reunited
Vincents lips pursed around the cigarette. They were chapped and painful,
scarred with brown spots where hed been chewing them. He crunched his way over
the gravel, flanked by concrete garden architecture, and peered into the still black
fountain water. It was a good mirror: his best suit, supreme in its solitude, still hung
quite heroically despite a few weeks dishevelment.
Not that he could see it properly under the chamois leather brown cotton, much
betasseled shawl over his shoulders. In actuality calling it a shawl was an act of
understatement. The damn thing drowned him; decorated with sprays of brown, red
and every colour in between. Hed only worn it to try and retain some of the warmth
from his breakfast.
The bacon and eggs sitting in his stomach were a departure from recent
tradition. Any kind of solid breakfast was a departure from recent tradition, but it kept
out the cold. The air was too cold and damp for external warmth - even the tame,
portable fire that kept his cigarette alight had died. As luck would have it so had his
cigarette.
The park was a monstrous Victorian place: wintry, full of gothic statuary and
leafless trees. It had a November beauty with black watered fountains and rococo
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menageries of gargoyles, fish and funerary torches. They loomed up out of the fog. It
wrapped around him like an icy fur coat, muffling his companions robotic footsteps.
They came to a halt near the largest fountain at the foot of a large whitewashed
pavilion. His companion didnt join him, holding back where the mist would hide her.
She wouldnt have been any good at conversation anyway, she wasnt finished.
Lucia strode up a moment later. She was tall and slender with sharp, foxy
features and short auburn hair. Vincent smiled at her; they were the most obvious
twins. Everything about them was manicured to perfection - even Vincents
dishevelment looked as if it had been styled. He caught her eyes with a slightly
amused smile and held out a cigarette.
You must have had hell with those heels darling.
No more than you with yours,
Au contraire my dear, Vincent lifted his overcoat as if it was a set of skirts and
gave her a twirl on the rough gravel. It crunched and ground under the heels of his
beetle-black loafers.
These are magnificent for rough terrain.
I can see: everything from pavement to gravel.
What else will I need in London?
Flights of stairs, or carpet.
Rough shag?
Dont be vulgar.
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That's my girl.
She shoved him playfully. Beast.
He laughed quietly as she stole a cigarette and lit it with a flick of the wrist.
Vincent looked out into the swirling greyness; little concrete flowerpots punctuated
the grey, lichen-encrusted border decorations. They made him think of footlights. He
looked at the green with its obscuring curtain of mist. Beyond the mists were walls
and beyond them the city: people living their mundane, finite lives. He crushed the
cigarette between his fingers and flicked it vengefully into the fountain. It floated on
the black waters like a little boat.
I thought you didnt want one. He said.
Changed my mind.
Im glad that you came.
What choice did I have? She shrugged. We both know what you intend to do
today.
You didnt have to-
Lucias eyes flashed green murder; she turned away, hugging herself to squeeze
out the cold. Hobgoblins formed in the mist and mated with her cigarette smoke. She
looked back and tossed words over her shoulder like a cook whod spilled the salt.
Didnt I? Her voice was cool and quiet. After not seeing hide nor hair of you
in months and hearing endless tales of what youve gotten yourself into.
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Its a ghastly mess Lucy; I know that as well as you but- Vincent took a step
towards her.
But nothing darling, just look at the state of you. She turned to pluck at his
lapel.
I was just trying to make sense of things.
Irons, showerheads, trouser presses - that sort of thing?
Vincent bristled. I can iron damn well if the need arises.
Just as well it never did.
You cant talk.
I have a wrist problem.
Dont leave doors open darling, He smiled. Something might escape.
There was silence, broken only by the imaginary hiss of concrete footlights.
Vincent watched Lucia longingly, glancing between her and the foggy corner where
his masterpiece was lurking. After a moment he took a step towards her; Lucia tensed.
Hey have you seen Guss or Juney recently? He asked softly.
Her face lit up; he smiled at her enthusiasm and toyed with a tassel from his
shawl.
I have - of course Guss was happy to see me but he couldnt talk for long
because of that awful trachea thing of his. Hes being terribly brave about it though,
Juney seemed a little embarrassed - I turned up at St. Andrews you see.
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I told you not to visit her at University. Vincent shook his head.
I know darling, shes getting a bit too old for all that, as you say, but without
you and after all that stuff with Benjamin I just wanted family around me. Lucia
scuffed the gravel with her toe.
I know dear, Im sorry. He reached out.
Lucia made a show of accepting his embrace; she smiled sweetly and looked
deep into his sparkling green eyes. Vincent smiled wistfully; then he caught her
expression but it was too late. Laughing triumphantly she entwined her fingers with
his and twisted his wrist around.
"Damn you -" He gritted his teeth.
I knew it! She pushed back his sleeve. I knew it, you bloody fool. Youve
been injecting.
Lucy, let go of me damn it.
What have you been doing? I can have your shoulder out you know.
Everything.
Everything? She pushed his wrist back and held it above her head so that he
had to crouch in order to avoid breaking it. Then she started taking steps forward.
Define everything?
Everything, he hopped and swayed. Everything I could get my hands on.
You bloody fool. She tried to tip him over.
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Vincent fell backwards, doing a strange Cossack dance that he managed to pull
into a more or less graceful standing jump. Lucia gave him a quiet little clap and
searched her handbag for another cigarette. Hers were far more ladylike than
Vincents: longer and thinner with a pleasant lilac tint. He still accepted one. Lilac
perfumed smoke filled the air.
Im sorry. He nursed his wrist.
You bloody fool. She blew a bluish-purple cloud at him.
Look, its just-
She watched him intently.
He sagged a little. I cant live without you.
You dont have to.
They touched hands; mirror images against the greyness.
But I do. He shrugged. What happened could happen again and I just cant
wear it.
You seem to manage that thing pretty well.
Hey, Im proud of this. He adjusted his shawl. I got it off a market stall.
While they were setting down for the night?
Oh very funny. No I bargained them down from ten pounds actually.
Its terrible. The red looks like blood...
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Ethnic, Sudanese...
...occult blood and viscera...
Bloody expensive in the right place...
...tie dyed into someones tea stained bed sheet.
I like it.
And I detest it, but theres no point just stating opinions - artistically it has no
merit and I think its supposed to be a table cloth. She flicked ash onto his
shoulder. There, it balances up the russet.
Its just a little big that's all, He brushed off her addition. Im supposed to be
wearing it wrapped around my whole body - like a robe or toga - but my shoulders
were cold so I decided to wear it like this.
You just arent thinking straight, she disposed of the half smoked cigarette.
When was the last time you had a good meal or some proper sleep?
When I felt like; I shan't miss this.
I shall.
You can be an utter shrew.
I said: I shall.
He faltered. I-I know.
You dont have to do this, she closed in on him. It was all just a ghastly
mishap. There was no harm done.
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He looked into her pleading eyes. But there was.
How?
You came back. When we discovered this - Gift - we both agreed that we
wouldnt come back. Even if the worst happened.
I know but-
Yet you did. He put his arms around her. How long have we lived now
darling? Is it a hundred and fifteen years? Ive been working it out you know. A
hundred and fifteen years - long enough to bury all of our friends, two of our children
-
Ben was my fault. She said softly.
Ben wasnt the one that made me start this. It was before the accident, when we
buried Isabelle.
Oh Vincent She stroked his face.
She died of old age. A shrivelled up old hag, twisted in agony - that was my
little girl; I used to look forward to it then. Dying. I mean it was only a matter of time
before something picked us off. It was the law of averages.
That's gruesome.
True though, when you had the crash I was overjoyed. I made the arrangements
for Ben double quick and there I was, ready to come after you.
She flinched. I didnt know.
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Its not your fault, he sighed. You came back but that wasnt the only
problem. I didnt have the guts.
Lucia turned around in his arms so that she was leaning against him; Vincent put
his arm around her waist and propped himself against the edge of the fountain. She
pushed back his sleeve again to reveal the mess of scars and trackmarks on his wrist.
Hed been careful most of them followed the natural lines of his wrist. On the other
hand it had meant that hed only been able to attempt suicide three times on the left
wrist and twice on the right.
You could have fooled me. She stroked the scars.
I didnt. Just sat there looking at the pills for three days, he finished the
cigarette. Funny really, I dont have the guts to end it all but I can manage to kill
myself.
I was lonely down there, mother and father were sweet but they just werent
you... and then there were the children.
About the children - how many more are we going to have to bury? Guss is on
the way out; Juney is getting there. How long before she retires?
I know.
Not to mention the future: how many more are we going to have?
It could be worse.
How?
They could be like us.
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Vincent laughed without any trace of bitterness or irony. It echoed through the
muffling fog; Lucia joined in with her own silent, shuddering giggle. Her shoulders
shook and her head bounced off his chest as she lost herself in laughter. Vincent held
her and rested his pointed chin on her shoulder.
Oh dear god: some ever growing, hillbilly Ozark, he wiped his eyes. It would
be terrible.
It would I could have an operation of some kind.
Would it stick? If you can recover from a crushed abdomen I should imagine
that a little thing around your pipes wouldn't take long to sort itself out.
It might be different that was just a matter of walking back across the water.
She suggested.
I couldnt do that. Die and just come back so that I could die again.
Its not so bad as all that.
I dont want to think about it.
So how are you going to finish yourself off then?
He grinned. I think its rather clever actually: you remember that old you-
know-who asked me to make a commission for him?
Wasnt it something awfully sad like a bride or a daughter or something?
It was a bride.
Well hows that going to get you killed then?
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Ah, youll see. He called into the fog, darling, can you just come over here?
His companion parted from the deeper mist. Her skin and eyes were perfect,
shining with health and life; the hair that cascaded from her head was both exquisite
and luxuriant. She moved with unassailable elegance, her balleticfigure resplendent
in black silk and sequins. In every way she was a perfect creature, a thing of beauty.
Lucias breath froze with a tiny choking sound.
Its me.
I know, a rather good likeness, he smirked. Even if I made a few
improvements.
How could you?
I wrote her, do you like it?
Itll get you killed.
I know - youre the only woman who ever spurned him.
I didnt mean in there. She shook him off and stormed over to the creature.
Oh. Sorry.
Vincent stayed where theyd been standing for a second before letting his arms
fall uselessly to his sides.
Its a ghastly, terrible thing to do. She snapped.
Look, I didnt mean to upset you.
Upset me? How could you imagine anything else, you selfish-
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Look here, he interrupted. Im sorry, I didnt think youd mind. I though that
you might find it quite funny actually.
She laughed bleakly and stared at the creature. Vincent stalked over and she
clipped him over the back of the head mouthing the word idiot. Then she lit a
cigarette and popped it into the creatures mouth. Its eyes were alert and intelligent
but there was something missing, as if it had no equipment to involve itself in the
situation. The Cheroot dangled there between her lips.
Does she understand us? Lucia whispered to him.
Yes... but she hasnt really got any opinions. No personality you see. Everyone
knows that he wanted a blank slate that he could program for himself.
Ah, thatll make matters worse. She nodded.
I know, He grinned. Its masterful, isnt it?
Look, darling? She touched his shoulder.
My love?
I didnt really believe that you could do it until now
That was silly. He stroked her hair.
I know, but I didnt, and now I really think that theres a chance that you might
have actually done it and...
Hush.
No, you see I dont want to be on my own.
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He seemed haggard this close up: the months of abuse had left him exhausted
with deep furrows in his brow and spiralling crows feet. Hed bitten his lips until
they were scarred and the corner of his mouth twitched out of control as he searched
her face. His strength was nearly gone, and that scared her. She traced the outline of
his unshaven cheek.
I know but you cant follow me in there, he put a finger to her lips. You cant
because I think that theres a chance that You-Know-Who might be able to do it so
that I stay dead and I think that itll be jolly painful.
I dont care.
Furthermore: in the case of it not being permanent Im afraid that you wont
come all the way with me - that youd go so far and then you might turn back. I
couldnt bear that.
Vincent...
No. Theres something else.
A smile curled on her lips. Go on.
I want... a getaway driver.
Of course darling. She smirked.
Just in case it doesnt work out or he sees the joke, or something.
She lit a cigarette and adjusted his coat. Sometimes heavy cloud was just a
pillowcase for the sun. Vincent stepped away from her with a solemn air and started
across the gravel to the steps with deep, Homeric ceremony. His lined face suddenly
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looked young again in the November light, the same light that caught the copper in his
hair and set it ablaze. He turned back towards her with a sudden pang of concern.
You shouldnt wait more than half an hour though, because by then I should be
dead.
Unless hes busy. She managed a straight face.
In which case, he stifled a giggle. I shall have to take a cab.
Couldnt have that, couldnt have that at all, Lucia smiled. I think I shall just
wait until you come out, just in case.
Sudden tightness choked his voice to a husky whisper. Alright then darling.
With that the doors swung open to admit him. Inside there was a sinewy
darkness, full of rich textures and exotic perfume. Hundreds of eyes watched him with
outright hatred and ravenous hunger. Vincent waved for his creation to join him and
turned his collar up against the abyss.
Lucia turned away, her restraint cracked and then burst into a wracking sob of
anger, bitterness and loss. If only hed taken a minute to listen to her, not that he had
ever had any intention of that. Vincent was the writer, the dramatist - and what a
dramatist he was, locked deep into a tragedy of his own imagination. Her whole body
shook with another sob.
The anger was the worst part; horrible as it was that she was going to lose him,
it was plain as day that she had only been invited to receive his famous last words.
Just the audience for Vincent Wards last bow.
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She cried her way back to the car with huge, abandoned sobs that echoed
through the park. It didnt matter what she did here, who would see? A misjudgement,
because however alone she might have felt, it was the one thing that she was not.
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2
Antonio
Antonio was also walking through the park that morning. He was a tall man,
taller than her, with a luminous air. It was something about his skin and masses of
blonde, wavy hair; his wide, blue eyes. All in all he was a fairy thing, not of this
world or any other: which made it all the more amusing that he was quite, quite
human.
It had been a strange few days, if not a strange few months, for Antonio: hed
met Daerial, or Angelica as her parents knew her, at a party somewhere in the East
End. It had been a bohemian affair peopled by a variety of performers, non-
performers, writers, artists and creative alcoholics. There might have been some drugs
too, but if there were they probably vanished into Angelica-Daerial.
Theyd clicked from the start. She had spoken wildly and enthusiastically about
a galaxy of subjects, amusing and terrible. Antonio was one of natures perpetual
listeners; it wasnt even that he was anti-social, just that he rarely had anything to say.
Conversation was something that he had found immensely attractive in Angelica and
so sometimes he spoke.
Just a few comments, but quite enough to set rumours going. They hadnt been
inaccurate either: he found her interesting, funny, trustworthy, and - perhaps most
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rarely of all - easy to talk to. Her body didnt do any harm either. Shed had an
amazing body not cover girl or supermodel beautiful, but just right for him.
After that things had moved quickly: she had moved into his place some time
around the end of February, mostly because shed been evicted. It wasnt uncommon:
Antonio had illustrating work but god knew that hed been through years of the same.
There had been an age difference too, but not that much.
Oh, and there was an apostrophe just after the D - but they agreed that he
could call her Angel or Darling in public, for the sake of convenience. It was easy,
and for a few months they had been happy.
Things had started going wrong early in the spring, somewhere around mid
April when the weather had started to warm up. Shed been taking a mixture of
Ketamine and Dexies all day, up on his roof terrace where curtains of smog obscured
the cityscape.
Hed spent the day working, or at least the best imitation he could manage with
a beautiful woman dancing around in front of him. It had been more infuriating than if
shed been nagging him to take out the rubbish or finish the host of other domestic
chores that his home working colleagues complained of: at least they had distaste and
indignation to keep them going. He was stuck watching a half naked woman imitate
the green fairy all day. Naturally the sun had set on an argument.
She returned two days later, covered in glitter makeup with an expression of
existential bliss on her face. Her legs quivered with exhaustion as she walked and
there were bruises and cuts all over her back. Before passing out on the couch she had
managed only to inform him that the cabby needed paying.
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It wasnt something that upset him too much, although it did worry him that her
response to every domestic squabble was to go out on the hunt for savage two night
stands. Theyd never been entirely monogamous, between a host of old boyfriends,
girlfriends, and casual partners that came trailing along behind them. Besides, they
werent in love; they both agreed. Love was an epic thing for movies where dimpled
Scottish film stars sang about hope conquering all and Sitars told the truth. They were
close, emotionally and physically, but they certainly werent in love.
When she regained consciousness there had been little to say between them.
Angel murmured something about feeling like Annabel Chong before showering all
the makeup off and attending to her bruises. Hed tried to find it funny but his heart
hadnt been in it.
They didnt speak for two days: not a complete silence, just a house full of
empty words; finally he had decided that confrontation was better any more
awkwardness.
Dont you think you should finish it?
Mmm. She replied.
Angel was laying face down in bed, it had become her habit over the last few
days.
You started it days ago - dont you think it should be finished? You might be
able to sell this. He brandished a sheaf of paper.
I will.
I cant hear you.
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She raised her head. I will.
Where were you anyway?
There was a pause. I dont remember.
He didnt answer.
She continued, trying to fill the silence as she always did. There was this guy at
the club and thats the last thing I remember.
Suddenly Antonio had been a lot more concerned.
Do you think you were spiked?
Come on, give me some credit. No I just couldnt concentrate around him.
Id have a thought and half a second later Id realise that it was actually something
hed just said.
Are you sure you werent spiked?
Yes.
You remember what you got up to?
No, but I do remember where - a shop just off Regent Street, in the back streets
between there and Soho.
That's useful.
Look, I could find it again. Ok?
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She half turned to face him, her bruises had become grotesque yellow-purple
marks and the cuts were starting to scar. It was then that he realised that she had been
crying.
Its ok, he knelt down to hold her. Well stick together for a few days do
you want to call the police?
No.
Are you sure?
What can I say? That I was out of my mind on drugs and I had sex with
someone that I didnt like? Anybody who was in the street that night could probably
tell that I was enjoying it.
Were you?
She drew her knees up to her chin. The thin eiderdown had slipped off the bed
so that all she had to cover her was a cotton blanket and a handful of duvet. Tiger
stripe bruises marked her thighs and bottom, her eyes were swollen from crying and
raw with fear but there was something else: a distracted vagueness came and went
between shivering panic attacks. All Tonio could do was hold her and examine the
bruises in the mirror.
No God it was sublime but that was just because it was, she shrugged.
Perfect. It wasnt an experience that you could enjoy.
After that shed drifted away again. Her fear had subsided, shed even slept
properly for a while and allowed him to feed her some toast but her calm was just as
sinister as her agitation. There was a euphoric, absent quality to her; when he wasnt
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speaking she seemed quite happy to gaze around the room or just sit behind him
braiding his hair.
At first he had wondered if shed been at the Valium, or if she was playing a
game to make up for essentially admitting that shed been playing away with another
man. He couldnt quite bring himself to believe it though; there was something about
her eyes. It wasnt the absence, or her rapture - he was used to her being in any
amount of different altered states - but the expression that was behind her eyes, in the
way that her wide eyed, open mouthed bliss looked under certain lights. It looked too
much like a scream.
He decided to get a doctor, or rather a friend who happened to be a doctor. The
phone was out but Ravi was only a few minutes down the road and wouldnt mind
giving up his lunch break for a friend. He was only out for twenty five minutes but by
the time they returned she was gone. They had searched the place at first, with Tonio
assuring his friend that shed been far too sick to get out of the flat on her own, even if
hed left her a key.
They found things alright.
Have you got any plants? Ravis disembodied voice echoed from the kitchen.
No, Tonio tested the lock for the hundredth time.
Are you sure? He asked. Then you might want to come and look at this.
There were leaves everywhere: on the surfaces, on the floor, in the pots and
pans.
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Everywhere. Not green leaves though. These were sumptuous, velvety petals
from the size of a thumbnail to a mans hand. They formed a thick carpet of black, red
and purple that sucked all the light into their moist folds. Strangely it was one of the
most sensual things hed ever seen.
Maybe DAerial did it?
Antonio took a breath of heavily perfumed air.
I dont think she could haul fifty bags of best quality weirdness up those stairs
and then make a rooftop getaway, he couldnt resist a smile. Unless shes been
hiding them around the flat.
Probably. Ravi shuffled uneasily. I dont know mate... I think you need the
police, not a doctor.
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3
Warder
That time shed stayed away for a week, and when she came back she was
naked and covered in holly garlands. He had found her babbling nonsense, wandering
aimlessly up and down the stairwell. Her mind roved freely through memories of her
childhood and random stories about things that were real or imaginary. Her voice
never stopped, her sweet lips fluttered constantly as she babbled in a breathless,
singsong voice.
She floated for days in animated limbo while he made her as comfortable as he
could and let the police doctors in to take swabs. Psychiatrists said there was some
shock from what had happened and that shed get better in a few days. He wanted
them to take her away to the hospital, but the wounds hadnt been serious enough;
three days later - ten days since she had vanished from a locked apartment - a shriek
signalled Angelicas return to the waking world.
It was a tactile sound: of the sort that pierced your body and agitated every fibre.
It gave you a sick headache in the back of your brain and a tight, anxious stomach.
His lungs convulsed then opened hungrily as he hyperventilated in shock. It was a
hellish scream that should have been reserved for soldiers waking up to find that their
legs had been eaten by rats. He clung to her as much out of fright and panic as to
reassure her but it seemed to help. The shrieks subsided to wails and eventually to
quiet, broken sobbing. At last he felt safe to open his eyes and kiss her face.
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What happened? He whispered.
I dont know.
Who took you away?
I dont remember.
In the morning, he murmured. Were going to find that shop of yours.
After that shed succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep in his arms. Antonio
had just lain there: drinking in the scent of her hair and the texture of her moist, warm
skin, her taste when he kissed her. These were real things - like the thundering of her
tiny heart as she slept, and her body against his; but there was something unreal at
work. For all her solidity, he couldnt be sure that shed be there when he woke or
whether the vagueness would steal her away into fairyland again.
He fell asleep somewhere near dawn and woke up an hour later with her quietly
kissing him awake. They dressed silently in the half light and he couldnt help but
sneak a glance at her in the mirror. After everything that had happened he felt guilty
for looking at her nakedness. She was beautiful - but that was why they wanted her.
On the way out she paused in the doorway. I dont want to go you know.
He had nodded.
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4
The Grey Lady
The daytime streets of Central London were a familiar place: full of people
buying and selling. All manner of life happened here, from crimes of passion to cold
blooded finance. It was public. It was human. Antonio wasnt in so safe a place:
streets like another world of flagstoned streets and antique brickwork. Change the
ultra fashionable logos and you might have travelled back a hundred or more years,
just meters away from Regent Street. He was seeing an after image, hanging in the air.
Just down here.
It was more a gap between houses than a street: so dark that the daytime sky was
a blue ribbon peeking through the gap between roofs. The impenetrable shade defied
every attempt to pierce it; he could barely make out Angelicas halting progress. His
imagination played tricks: shapes moved and lurked in the swirling patterns of his
cornea. He started to wonder whether he really was looking at her.
It could easily have been a conspiracy of his senses: the supposed knowledge
that she was there combined with her perfume. The alleys normal scent was water
and clean stone that reminded him of seaside towns. It gave a cool, spacious feel
along with the rough wet flags beneath his feet. Was she there, or were his own
footsteps just echoing in the darkness?
Angel?
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Movement. A breath. She was there.
He relaxed.
Why didnt she just speak?
Angelica? Are you sure this is the place?
That should secure a yes at the very least. He thought.
Again, she moved the darkness. It was a richer sound than it should have been,
full of velvet and satin. He inhaled a breath of her sickly floral perfume. There was a
shape, taller than him with a powerful figure. Completely unlike Angelica.
Who are you?
Her voice was the perfect accessory to her shape. It was rich and deep but not
masculine. Her voice spoke independently of language - promising adventure,
unceasing comfort, and above all: release. Even before her words formed and whirled
through the air they promised him blissful amnesia. Crystal clear.
So clear that her reply was almost lost. He groped to remember what shed said
and made it up as he went along.
Are you sure?
As sure as the springtime. She sighed.
Thats not really an answer because, and correct me if Im wrong, the
springtime hasnt kidnapped my girlfriend.
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I assure you, her hand reached out to caress him. With all my heart that I
have told you the truth. She is a guest of the King of the Fairies.
Now an obvious reply has come to me, but Im hesitant."
She reached for him, caressing the darkness with soft, ash grey hands. Her nails
were long with sharp, brass tipped ornaments. Her fingers brushed him: smooth, moist
and cool. Her skin made him tingle with a weird sensation of electricity and a
transfixing, pulsating rhythm; he jerked away with more aid from gravity than his
volition.
Fairies dont exist? She suggested.
Pretty much, he nodded in the dark.
Poor boy. She breathed.
What, that I live without the wonder and magic of the glamorous fey in my
life?
She laughed. No.
Then someone hit him from behind. The pain was incredible and a grating,
popping sound nearly split his eardrums. The funny thing was, he reflected later, that
it didnt feel like hed been stabbed - there had been no sharpness at all. The impact
had been blunt and crushing, with the force of a sledge hammer and the grace of a hit
and run. Antonios legs had turned to jelly; hed felt himself stumbling, falling to the
floor with cold, damp stone pressing against his cheek. He listened confusedly to
inhuman grunting sounds that forced themselves out of his body. It was a truly
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exquisite pain, although his attackers were probably in a better position to appreciate
it than him.
Come with us. She knelt down beside him.
Sod off.
Youll die in this alleyway.
There was another wave of pain. It felt a lot more imminent now: the cold, damp
stone and bloody bile in his throat. His reply was cut off as he choked on a scream.
There now, let it out. There now. She moved him onto his side. Better?
His head cleared a little.
Im not going with you.
Youll die here, she stroked his face intoxicatingly. Just have a glass of wine
and some food. I promise.
He glanced in the direction where he imagined his attacker must have been.
I believe you. He said. But you and I are going nowhere together.
What are you so scared of? Is it worth dying to avoid an uncertain fate?
Either youre insane, in which care I dont have much to lose, he managed a
ragged, shuddering breath. Or youre not in which case Ive read more than
enough fairy tales thank you very much.
You still dont believe? She sounded hopeful.
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Oh god. He tried not to vomit.
Would you like a demonstration?
Shit... He failed, heaving over the flagstones.
Then she had touched him, just with the palm of her hand. Blissful electricity
shot through him, numbing away his thoughts, fears and pain. For a moment he hung
in space without a body or mind: a state of pure, pleasurable existence. Then it faded
again. He braced himself for the pain but it didnt return.
After a moments silence he glanced at her tentatively.
That was you?
It was, he could make out a smile.
Im still not going with you.
She stood up with a sigh. All around him there were petals falling to the earth as
her cloak whipped and flapped in the breeze. He could make out the rest of her now:
pneumatic, naked except for a maze of chains and bars that pierced her body. She was
attractive in an aesthetic way, but there was something about her face - grey with grey
eyes - and her expression If shed claimed to have seen all the pain in the world he
might have believed her.
He struggled to his feet and checked where the wound had been. Sure enough
there were torn clothes and blood but no damage. Just smooth, hairless skin.
What are you going to do now? He asked.
Go home. She smiled. Is there anything that you want?
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He thought for a moment. Could I have the knife?
She laughed. Its behind you.
He turned and there it was shining through the darkness: a silver, conch shell
design with a stiletto blade. It was bright beyond belief and covered in his blood.
Thanks. He turned, but she was gone.
Only a falling rain of petals advertised her ever having been there.
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5
Modern Man, or A Sign of the Times
That had been five months ago.
Hed told a version of the story to their friends, who had all taken it to mean that
shed moved in with her dealer. It had been hard to get used to at first, but hed never
really thought of looking: if the fairieshad taken her they could keep her. The
relationship wouldnt have lasted much longer anyway, they were fighting too much
and neither of them was the long term kind.
Spring had turned to summer and now to autumn, but hed changed too.
Something about that day had stuck - not Angelicas tragic disappearance, he had
little or no curiosity about that, but the woman who had taken her. He wanted to
question her, to find out what shed seen with her grey eyes.
So here he was with the gravel churning underfoot and mist all around him. His
body felt hot and filthy despite the cold, damp fog. Last night had been a launch party,
and what had seemed a wise idea - to keep his head straight for the next day - seemed
like a bloody stupid idea now. It would have been better to have done half a line... or
not to have gone out at all. He jumped as a shriek cut through the fog. It sounded like
a woman in agony. It wouldnt be Angelica, even if this was a trap - which it probably
was - theyd want him inside before anything kicked off.
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Although he had reached the doors.
Ahead of him darkness gave way to an antechamber and another set of doors: it
was bright and airy with white tiles and potted plants. The light was a little too bright,
bleaching the skin and blurring the edges of things. There chairs but a lean, auburn
haired man and his twin sister had their legs up on them. They reclined back to back,
he reading Saki and she staring vacantly. She reminded him a little of Angela.
Should I wait here?
Hmm? I should imagine so. Have you got an appointment?
I was invited.
Then theyll probably see you first, I havent got an appointment. Vincent
smiled.
How long will it take?
Not long, Vincent extended his hand. Vincent.
Antonio. He looked at the woman.
Oh she hasnt got a name yet, shes not finished.
Ah. Right.
The doors slid open. Beyond them was more velvet darkness; the air was heavy
with the scent of bodies and deep, languid ribbons of incense. It was a place of
purples, blood reds and black drapes that glittered with showers of mirror fragments;
exquisite furniture so heavily populated that its elegant curves were invisible. He
peered through the half light, his skin prickled under so many eyes.
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Welcome. Please come in.
He followed the sound of the voice with a sinking stomach. It was the sound of a
man: deep, powerful and commanding. It sang with promises but it just wasnt her. It
was a beautiful man with a cape of smooth, silvery hair that splayed out covering his
ebony throne. Antonio met his sharp, blue eyes.
You sent me a note?
I thought that we might be able to come to some arrangement? Your attempts
to find us havent been very successful. He smirked.
I havent looked.
His smirk faltered with the grace of a tube derailment.
But we have something of yours.
He caressed the thing that was curled up at his feet; it shifted and produced a
head - Angelica. Her eyes were bright green and empty of even the slightest residual
thought. Shed been stripped and tattooed with spiralling scenes of sadistic pleasure.
Antonio shifted guiltily at the sight of her but Angel seemed not to notice, instead she
started to worshipfully kiss her way up the Fairy Kings legs.
Erm, yeah.
This seemed to bother the Fairy King. Antonio was starting to feel more
uncomfortable with things by the second. Of course hed cared about Angel but
theyd never been the love of the century and this it was possible that the only thing
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worse than what he was seeing was the fact that he was certain the Fairy King had
realized his mistake.
What are your terms? He managed.
Well you have two choices, the man smiled. You may either exchange
yourself for her, or you may simply join her.
Antonio thought.
If, perhaps you might find it hard to live without her, never seeing each others
faces again. The King continued. Youll be aware of each other. After a fashion.
Antonio strained his mind and heart for even the slightest temptation to go
through with what the King was suggesting. Images of romance and chivalry flickered
through his mind but the fact remained that he had no intention of rescuing her. This
was what he had brought the knife for, and in his pocket his sweaty hand gripped its
silver handle for dear life.
You know this all seems like a lot of trouble. He licked his lips. I think you
can keep her - sorry darling.
The Kings eyes flashed amber for a second; there was a weird crunch as his
claws left furrows in two hundred year old ebony. The expression of lazy amusement
on his face hadnt flickered; he even managed a languid stretch before replying.
Im sorry, that's not an option. He smiled. I only did this for you -
unfortunately I forgot the changing times.
Oh no. Antonio brandished the knife. Im leaving here.
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The King looked at it with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, his silver
hair rippled in a personal breeze. All around him their lethargy had suddenly become
deliberate, catlike. Talons, fangs, teeth and claws surrounded him. He looked around.
The chamber seemed suddenly claustrophobic. His hand shook. He should never have
come.
Please dont do this. The King rose from his throne. My courtiers have
similar weapons, others have larger.
With a flick of his wrist the motes of light and shade resolved into a shaft. It was
a long, jet-handled sword, with a curving blade that flared out at the end. Everything
about it seemed hard, elegant and deadly, like its master. It made Tonios own
weapon seem comical.
I hadnt thought of this.
You can be forgiven. None of us are perfect.
Im going to die.
I doubt it.
No. Really. One way or another I am.
Do you think that Im not capable of performing a hundredfold what my
minion did for you?
The woman? Where is she?
Oh, his brow arched. Suddenly you express an interest?
Purely academic. I lust after her mind.
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Well then youll be pleased to know that she has been preparing to receive
you, he waved a hand. My Lady?
She strode out from behind the throne, resplendent in a cloak of white blossoms.
In this light the grey of her skin was a little paler and her hair a cascade of black silk.
Inky black chains clung to her curves and traced the supple lines of her body. There
was her face too, with that same expression of fathomless, knowing sorrow and
ultimate sympathy. It made the whole morning worthwhile.
Hi there. I doubt you remember me. He didnt take an eye off the sword.
Of course I do. She smiled.
Now youre both reacquainted I think you should know whom you address.
The King nodded to her.
I am Oblivion, Third Lady of the River and Keeper to the Gates of Time.
Oh right - Antonio Vespucci. What happens now?
We go to bed, for one night that will last a hundred years. We will make love
and share secrets, drink the finest wine ever pressed.
Is that all?
The King pressed into him slowly. It was a creeping advance where Antonio
was forced to move ever backward, never taking his eyes off that unwavering blade.
What was it that the Faeries couldnt do while you were watching? Swordplay
probably wasnt it. He met some resistance - a step or bench - and very cautiously
scaled it.
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Sadly no, she smiled. Afterwards I will kiss you. It will be the only time that
you shall taste my lips, and afterwards you will forget everything: your name, your
ambitions. Everything but the drinking, the dancing, and the bliss.
It sounds nice but I dont think Im up for it. He took another careful step
backwards.
She smiled at him compassionately. I dont think you have another choice.
I wouldnt say that. It was a new voice.
You havent been called. The King snapped.
I got bored and listened at the door. Vincent explained.
It was the redheaded man from outside, leading the odd, vacant girl by the hand,
although hed covered her head with his shawl. He led her carefully so that she
avoided tripping on the intervening furniture and decorative hollows. It was a comical
sight, if not for the expressions of hate and rage that clouded the faces of the
assembled fey. Eyes - blue, green, red and black - watched him as they crossed the
room to stand with Antonio.
While that pathetic little thing couldnt harm a hair on your head, Im sure that
youre aware of how much damage it could do to your new bride.
The Kings eyes flashed amber to red to black. A meat locker atmosphere swept
through the room. Eyes older than civilization and wits crueller than pain turned on
them with full force. Antonio had the presence of mind to turn his blade towards the
woman. The Kings hair whirled and whipped in a personal hurricane. Every silver-
blue vein suddenly stood out on his face. Vincent grimaced with effort before very
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pointedly smoothing the pain out of his face. He met the Kings eyes with his own -
younger, but no less eternal.
I can resist you. Not for long, but long enough. As for the boy well, if you
could affect him you would have.
Are you saying that I am limited?
Not in so many words.
Mlady can.
Against the rules.
Vincent fumbled out a thin cigarette and lit it shakily. The pain was becoming
absolutely intolerable now. Perhaps it really would kill him.
Are you not breaking the rules?
I am indeed but the question is - will you break the rules? As you know my
transgressing and yours are far different. A matter of status you see.
You have no status. The King smiled.
Exactly.
A blast of cold air ruffled the drapes and sent the glitter whirling in gaudy dust
devils. Cloaks rippled and be-tasselled headdresses were disturbed by a scything,
relentless wind. The Kings face was a mask of unassailable calm, but the air stank of
rotten meat. The blood roared in his ears; it seemed as if he could have killed them all
with a passing thought, but slowly his temper - and the wind - subsided.
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Very well. Go.
Vincent glanced at Tonio. The King nodded curtly.
Antonio wondered if he should keep the knife to the girls throat but that seemed
to be academic now. A transaction had been made and it was all over. Antonio looked
back, he managed to spare a glance for Mlady, she was smiling sadly.
What about Angelica?
Shell be released.
I dont want her.
You need never see her again. The King snarled.
He had intended to look at Mlady again but Vincent had grabbed him by the
arm and was propelling him down the stairs. From arrogant savoir faire the redhead
was suddenly on the edge of panic. They strode quickly over the gravel; hungry fog
swallowed them and the pavilion equally.
Whats going on.
Run.
Why?
Because, Vincent heaved a breath. In a moment hes going to take the cover
off.
Behind them something terrible was happening. The fog was whirling and
writhing but not in the way it should. It glittered like black ice on a highway: glassy
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tinkling sounds filled the silence. The fog was frozen, formed into whirling
razorblades that sheared and fragmented. He broke into a run and the freezing tide
gave chase. It spread, infecting the fog like dye in water. He tried to shout to Vincent
but the cold had caught them. It raged - pounding, cutting and shattering ferociously.
Shards sliced his face and his own blood froze on his eyelids. Heavy lumps of
ice hammered away his at legs and broke over his temples. He lost his footing.
Darkness encroached.
He tried to say something but again the wind took his breath away. He was
numbing, losing the feeling in his hands and his feet; his imagination eased the pain
with the illusion of movement. Suddenly there was warmth, Vincent swore under his
breath, heedless of the younger mans pain. Antonio moaned quietly, his shoulders
nearly separating from being dragged by the wrists.
I thought you were going to die? Lucia smiled.
Outside the car glass and ice still tore at the enamelled bodywork.
One day, my dear, one day. He glanced back at the raging snow. Think of it
as an investment.