Fairy-tail Evils: Dark Matters 05


She turned around once more just to be sure no one was trying to get her attention, but everything seemed fine so she kept walking. It lunch hour and the traffic is tremendous, with different decibel of people honking in the background.

The weather is hot and humid and the side-walk is too rowdy for comfort with people walking too close and bodies touching each other. This is the special part of the day that she hated being outside. She never liked people touching her ever since…. NO! she promised herself she wasn’t going to think about that time of her life.

Suddenly, she felt someone pull her with her cloth from behind and whispered

“Hello love” she gasped. That voice, she could recognize it even while passed-out (she would probably wake up immediately).

She stopped in her track as the people behind her ran into her, they grumbled a complain, but kept walking anyway.

She was swiftly pulled to the side. Frozen, and in shock she stood still , and very aware of him behind her, close, really close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck as he spoke directly to her ears.

“That pretty face of yours always does my head in” he whispered

“I cant help myself, can I?” he said slowly, and very heated.

off he went.

She remained frozen in that spot for God knows how long.

Fairy-tail Evils: Dark Matters

It was low and quite almost like a whispered hiss, but she could hear it like it was made for her only. She stopped, and turned around trying to look for a sign, or see if someone was trying to get her attention. There was nobody trying to get her attention, so she kept working toward her intended direction. Something isn’t right she thought, she felt like something was about to happen, but she couldn’t say what.Everything seem okay on the street; people were normally going about their business, but that didn’t stop the feeling of doom she felt.

Fairytail evils-Dark Matter 02

The errand was simple and direct.

“Kaima” her aunt more-or-less yelled

“yes aunty” kaima hurried to the call

“Go to the shop, and give this to your uncle,” she placed a small pile of money and a plate of food in a bag, then gave it to her.

That was it. A simple trip to her aunt’s shop, a familiar task that has become a habit without option. She must have forgotten a sacrifice or two, because the gods were definitely not on her side.

After walking passed the women who chorused “witch” like it was her name, she kept walking towards the direction of her aunt’s shop when she heard it.