The Coffee House on Bourbon Street

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Chapter 9 Okay, so you know how I am a Fae?

“What do you mean?” Jess asked. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? I thought you were safe. You said that you were safe?” Jess sat down on the couch and rested her head on the palms of her hands.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I try to smile, but all I could muster was an ugly grimace. I bit my lip as I knelt down in front of her. I grabbed her hands. But she continued to look down at her knees.

“Jess,” I said. She showed no reaction. “Hey, Jess,” I tried again. “I’ll be okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” She asked.

I had to tell her at some point, so I might as well do it now. I bit my lip.

“Okay, so you know how I am a Fae?” I asked.

“Yes,” Jess replied hesitantly.

“My parents are doctors,” I said.

“Why are you telling me this I know all of this already,” Jess complained.

“They are doctors at the Royal Court of the Fae in Avalon,” I continue.

She looked confused, puzzled by what I had just told her. It took her a second but then she burst out laughing. The corners of her eyes crinkled and the edges of her mouth turned upwards. “Hilarious, Liz. Ha ha ha. Funny. Avalon doesn’t exist.”

I smiled in spite of the somewhat serious situation. I got up from in front of the couch and walked towards the kitchen counter where Jess’s computer sat. I turned it on and opened Firefox. I typed in Avalon and then France, hit search and walked back towards the couch and handed the computer to Jess.

“Believe me now?” I ask with a tired smile on my face. I let myself fall onto the couch next to her. “I know, I haven’t been the most open person the past few years. But you have to trust me with this. I have been alive for a long time. This is a fight I have fought more than once,” I explained in a tired voice. I had been growing more and more exhausted during the course of this conversation and now I could barely keep my eyes open. My lips felt fuzzy and my tongue had the texture of felt against the roof of my mouth, my fingertips tingled and could barely move my head. Before I could say another word, the world around me started to fade to black.

“What are we supposed to do? I don’t want my best friend to die and right now it kinda feels like that is going to happen,” said the voice that drifted to my still tired ears.

“Jess, did you see how her story ends?” Asked the other voice.

I heard someone take a deep breath and sigh.

“No, that’s why I’m so worried. I don’t know what will happen. I really hate not knowing,” Jess said.

“I know. But she has been alive probably even longer than me, so you just have to trust that she can take care of herself. I mean you have made progress, she told you a little bit more of who she is. I wouldn’t worry too much. Just take it as it comes,” Thomas answered.

“She’s my best friend, of course, I am going to worry. I just hope she tells me whats going on so that if she needs help I can help,” Jess said, worry still seeping into her voice.

I opened my eyes. I didn’t want to continue listening to them talk about me. I sitting up from my place on the couch where I had fallen asleep last night. My feet touched the hardwood floor and dragging my hand over my face I asked, “What’s for breakfast?”

I wasn’t going to let them know that I had heard that they talking about me, but I changed my mind. Jess was worried about things that even I hadn’t been worried about for a long time. I knew that death threats were a big deal, but when you’re as old as I am, after a few hundred years the death threats become too many to keep count. Then again I never had people around me, at least not ones that could die. People who could become a target.

“Okay, listen to me, Jess. I am going to be okay,” I said as I walked to the kitchen counter to get myself a cup of coffee. With my mug in hand, I lean against the kitchen counter. “If you want to worry about someone worry about Thomas. Or even yourself,” I said looking over the rim of my blue polka dot mug while taking a sip of the hot coffee.

Jess exhaled in a huff of air and squinted her eyes at me. “I already know how I’m going to die. I know as soon as something changes and the circumstances of my death change. You on the other hand. Not a single thing. No visions. Nothing,” Jess said. I smiled to myself and lifted an eyebrow and said,“What about Thomas then?”

Thomas looked up at the mention of his name and said, “Oh, I’m German. I don’t do death.”

I gave a startled laugh. “Everything and everyone dies. Also, I’m pretty sure Jess said you weren’t german.”

“That’s right,” he said with a laugh. “My nationality isn’t german. But I am German, Slavic god, rain, hail, weeping girls. Not ringing a bell?” He said jokingly while wrapping his arms around Jess while standing behind her. I slowly look over at Jess, to see if he was joking. Her face remained neutral, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Okay,” I answer hesitantly. “So how come you drink blood?” I ask.

“Well, long story short. I have a friend. He’s a vampire. And he convinced me to have Bloody Marys with him. The blood that Jess drank, was left over when he stayed at the apartment because he was too drunk to even walk back to his place,” Thomas answered.

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