Her Fae Lovers

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Lola opened her eyes, her heart pounding as she repeated the tracing pattern. Sometimes skipping around to a different symbol in a seemingly random pattern. The wood felt warm in her hands. She sat it down on her small lavender colored coffee table. Watching the box, waiting for it to explode. She wondered if maybe Erik had spiked her tea with some kind of drug or if she really was finally going insane.

She shakily brought her hand up, holding her breath as she traced the last symbol. Small sparkles seemed to shimmer in the air. It would have been pretty if Lola wasn’t so terrified. The lights moved towards her, playing across her skin in a flurry of multicolored shimmers.

Backing up, she worried her lower lip as they followed her. Then they flew back towards the box in a flurry of movement. She let out the breath that she had been holding, stepping closer to see what it would do next. A feeling of weightlessness flowed through her as her feet left the ground and she went flying backwards. Tossed by an unseen force.

Lola’s world started to go dim but around her. The small living room erupted into an explosion of colorful lights that made the previous one seem like a sparkler compared to a roman candle.

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“Is she dead?” The deep, rolling brogue was unfamiliar to her. Lola was afraid that someone had broken into her apartment and after possibly going insane, she was about to be murdered.

“No, I think she’s coming to.” A lighter, but still very masculine voice said from somewhere near her right side.

“Go halainn,” another voice said from further in the room.

“She is, but you shall not lay with her.” A grumbling voice said from somewhere near the couch.

“I do as I please, and if she wants to, I wouldn’t be opposed. It’s been a long time, she’s pretty enough even if her hair is a strange color.” The voice that had said the strange words said, his voice coming nearer as he moved closer.

Lola opened her eyes slowly. She was lying on the floor with two men standing above her. No, that wasn’t right. They may look like men, but something about them screamed other to her. She closed her eyes, willing them to be gone when she opened them.

They were not. She let out a shriek and tried to crab walk away from them, slamming her tender head against the wall again. She fell back to the floor and brought her hand up to probe the knot on the back of her head.

“If you’re planning to rob me, then go for it. I don’t have much, but there’s money hidden in my sock drawer. Please, don’t hurt me” Lola said with a wince. Her head was throbbing and her stomach felt queasy. Did she have a concussion? Was that what this odd feeling was?

The man with curly red hair stood up, a smile on his face as he patted the coin purse that hung at his waist. He stood, heading towards her bedroom.

“Lu, you’re not stealing her money.” A hand shot out to grab his arm. Stopping him in his tracks.

“She told us where it is, I would only hold it for safekeeping,” Lu said with a frown. It had been so long since he had any money that wasn’t his own in his hands.

“Lu,” the dark-haired man warned.

“Fine,” He huffed as he moved to sit on the couch with a pout.

“If you aren’t planning to rob me, why are you in my apartment?” Lola asked as she looked between the three men crouched around her. The throbbing got worse as she spoke, and she rubbed her eyes.

“You have set us free from our prison,” The man with white blonde hair spoke.

“I think you have me mistaken,” Lola said as she moved to sit up in a more comfortable position.

“No, you have the box that they trapped us in.” The man spoke again. He brushed his hair out of his face.

Lola was pretty sure she saw gills along his high cheekbones.

“I think I may have bumped my head harder than I realized. That box couldn’t fit you guys. This must be some elaborate prank. Yeah, that’s got to be it. Why would four hot guys who look like they’re going to a comic con or a renaissance festival be in my apartment dressed this way? It’s just a prank or I’m hallucinating. That’s right, I’ve started to finally crack and I’m imagining you guys.” Lola said in a rush as she pointed at the men.

The dark-haired man with red eyes reached over and ran his hand up her calf with a dark smirk as his hand crept higher until he reached her thigh.

“Hey, oh no you don’t. Owww!” Lola yelped as he pinched her inner thigh.

“Oh, we’re real acushla,” The dark-haired man who had pinched her said with a smirk. He rubbed her thigh where he had just pinched her, soothing away the pain.

“Hands, keep them to yourself,” Lola said, pushing his hand away as he let out a chuckle that made something inside of her body clench tightly.

“Don’t worry, the next time I touch you. You’ll beg for it.” He said as stroked her skin one last time with a smirk.

“Great, my subconscious likes pain,” Lola said as she buried her head in her hands. A masculine chuckle made her head snap up, and she winced at the movement.

“I must remember that for later, but no. We are real, ignore Bodach. He’s only teasing,” He said as he took her head in his hands, “Looks like you’ve knocked your head good. Close your eyes, for a moment.”

“Why?” Lola asked as she looked up at the man with dark auburn hair.