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Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2001 10:10:03 -0400
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                   VII The Witch


The two woman stood in the clearing outside
oak house, assessing each other.  The woman
looked Bitsy up and down, standing in front
of her was a fairy woman, intelligent, strong,
lush, sensuality radiating from her very 
being, then she threw back her head and laughed
wickedly, a little piece of fluff, a toy for
males to play with, nothing more, she was no
threat, her magic a simple fairies magic.
Bitsy saw in front of her an incredibly
beautiful mature woman, also a very wicked, 
evil woman, Bitsy saw the cruelty, the almost
animalistic qualities of the woman and it took
all her willpower not to shudder as she looked
at the witch.

The witch sneered at Bitsy "You WILL release,
your hold on WindWhispers, at once, he belongs
to ME, then I will be on my way."  
Bitsy shook her head, "I can't release WindWhispers,
he is a fairy, he belongs to himself and to no one
else. it's you who must let him go."
The witch slapped Bitsy hard across the face,
knocking her back a step. "Bitch, don't argue
with me, do as your told!"  Wiping the blood
off her lips, Bitsy quietly said "I'm not arguing,
I'm simply stating facts."  Bitsy let the witch
hit her several more times, maintaining a firm
control over her blue glow.  The witch grabbed
Bitsy by the hair "you little slut, don't you
realize I could kill you, right now, then I
wouldn't have to worry about your releasing
my pet."  Bitsy put her fingers on the
witches wrist, as her hand started to glow 
light blue, she said "he is a fairy, not your
pet! also, you will never touch me again." 
pulling the witches hand from her hair, Bitsy 
intensified the glow.

The witch screamed in pain, trying to pull her
wrist from the fairies touch. Quickly casting
a spell out at Bitsy, the witch laughed as she
saw the fairy slam back into the oak tree.
All the noises of the forest had stopped, no
sound came from the animals, the birds tucked
their heads under their wings, hiding.  It was
as if the very forest had suddenly stilled.

Flying into the air, Bitsy laughed at the Witch,
"nice try, but it wasn't good enough" as a blue
glow flew from Bitsy's fingers, it surrounded
the witch.  With a look from her eyes the blue
glow grew, pulsing around the witch, Bitsy watched
the witch wreathing on the ground trying to 
get away from the blue light.  With a scream
of rage, the witch vanished.  Bitsy heard an
evil voice echo through the clearing "I'm not
finished with you, Bitch, not by any means."
Then all was quiet.

In the study at the keep, Collin had just commented
to Brand that there was a problem, when the large
window flew open.  Keebler came flying into the
room, almost falling several times as he tried
to come to a stop.  Trink grabbed Keebler by the
back of his collar, holding him down as his wings
still pumped furiously.  "Got an angry husband
after you? boy?" snorted Trink.
Gasping out breathlessly, his eyes almost starting
out of his head, "Bitsy and the witch are fighting
in the clearing at oak house, I was going to visit,
the witch had Bitsy by the hair, her face was 
bleeding." rambled Keebler, trying to breath and
talk at the same time.
Everyone stood up at once, heading towards the 
window, the old woman stood in their way. "I
will bring the child to your lair, Marluxion,
if possible." then she was gone.

Brand grabbed Collin by the arm, "what can that
old woman do against a witch? we need to go to
the clearing."  Calmly, Collin gave instructions
on what he wanted done, then turned to Brand,
That old woman is Marti`en, one of the ancient
ones.  She has more power in her little finger,
then everyone in this room and Bitsy put together."


Marti`en stood watching Bitsy and the witch fight,
she cackled to herself as she heard Phoebe the 
witches parting threat to Bitsy.  She'd always 
enjoyed a good cat fight and this was going to
be a grand one.  She really had expected to 
find a beaten, vanquished fairy, it pleased
her greatly that the child had survived.

Bitsy sat on the ground, fighting back tears of
anger and frustration, but most of all confusion.
At least now she knew who her enemy was, who had
been watching her, invading her home, feeling out
her powers.  She looked up, instantly on guard as
she saw an old woman enter the clearing.
Marti`en held out her hand "come child" Bitsy
realizing she was in the presence of an ancient
one, knelt at her feet. Marti`en touched Bitsy's
head and they both disappeared.

Appearing in the center of Marluxion's visiting
room, Bitsy and Marti`en, looked at the assembled
group.  Bitsy's confusion continued to grow as
everyone started to talk at once.  Keebler 
flapping around like a demented chicken was
quickly getting on her nerves and she stepped
back away from everyone.  Leaving the room for
a moment Brand came back, then gently took 
Bitsy in his hands, he sat down, cradling her
in his lap, he carefully washed the blood from
her face, brushed the dirt from her hair,
"where else are you hurt, brat?" he asked
quietly.  She shook her head, but at the
look he gave her she finally said "I think
I have a scrap or two on my back, from hitting
the tree.  He gently turned her over, and
carefully washed the scrapes. 

Marti`en and Marluxion had been watching Brand,
the whole time. She turned shaking her head,
"this isn't good, old friend, we need her to
save WindWhispers, she can't do that if she
loves another, it will take every once of
love she has in her body to free him."
"I think she has enough love and joy and
caring in her, to save WindWhispers and
still save a part of her heart for the
human, Marti`en, if not, then by the time
this is all over, her heart will be a broken
bit of tiny pieces, we won't be able to
repair." said Marluxion sadly.  The two 
talked quietly for a short while, coming
to decisions, making plans.

Banging her cane on the floor, everyone 
turned and looked at Marti`en.  "We will
now discuss, in a calm and rational manner,
what exactly has been going on." she said
giving Keebler a very pointed look.  Giving
her an injured look in return, Keebler sat
down. Looking at Marluxion she said "Your
lair is sadly lacking in guest accommodations."
Suddenly the room was full of couches, huge
overstuffed chairs, pillows, tables with
candles flickering, large plates of food
and bottles of fine wine, water, juice and
anything else one could think of.  Settling
herself down in one of the chairs "there that's
much better, one shouldn't live in an 
uncivilized manner, even in an uncivilized
time." She grinned at Marluxion, then turned
to Bitsy, "you will start out first, we want
to know what's been going on."

Bitsy started to get up but was pulled back
down onto his lap by Brand "you can do your
talking from here, brat." To tired to argue,
Bitsy stayed where she was and started to 
speak.
"I've known for quite a few weeks that someone
has been watching me, watching Brand, watching
all of us, this person had also been going into
oak house, both physically and mentally. I put
a stop to that as soon as I realized what was 
happening.  I thought at first it was someone 
with a few powers being nosy, until I really
paid attention, then I could feel the evil,
it was as if it almost had a stench to it.
It wasn't until this morning that I found out
that it was a witch and that WindWhispers some
how is involved in all this." She then went on
to tell them about what the witch said and did.

Finally letting her frustration and confusion
out, Bitsy said "what do I have to do with  
WindWhispers, how can I release him, when I
don't hold him?  Does this have anything to
do with what he told me once, before he left,
that I belong to him?  She turned angrily to 
Mar and Marti`en, "the two of you know a lot
more about this, why haven't you ever told me?
why didn't you warn me? what if I hadn't
be ready for the witch, she said she could
killed me and she was right, she could have if
I hadn't sensed her evilness and fought back."

Brand stared down at Bitsy then at the two, 
wondering if what she had said was true, had
they known the witch might attack his brat.
Looking up at him, she started to cry, "yes,
its true, they do know what's going on, that
attack in the clearing didn't have to happen."
It slowly sank into Brands reeling mind that
she had just read his thoughts.  Seeing the
look on his face she slipped off his lap and
limped over to the table and poured herself
a glass of wine. Keeping her back to everyone
she took a few deep breaths and got control
of herself. She quietly went and sat on one
of the couches, waiting to hear what the others
had to say.

So now we start at the beginning, said Marti`en
A thousand years ago, the forest fairy folk had 
a king and Queen, they were good, kind, and ruled 
with love and care for others.  They had a son,
as the son grew, he became more evil, more ruthless, 
everyone feared him, even as a child.  He grew to 
manhood a cruel, vicious, man waiting to gain the 
throne.  Growing tired of waiting one night he 
killed his parents. disposing of their bodies, 
he proclaimed to one and all, that the King and 
Queen had abdicated and left, placing him in their 
place on the throne.
Eventually he married a woman just as evil as
he was and the lives of the forest folk became
one of servitude and pain.  Their children
carried on the legacy of horror, until the
gentle kind magic of the very existence of
the fairy race was balancing on the edge.

Finally my sisters and I stepped in, we are
not allowed to interfere in the affairs of other
races, unless the race is in dire peril, we
can direct, subtly, we can give and take away
certain favors, we can help the land and the
seasons, but to step in and alter events to
come, is very serious and takes all of our
powers together.  

We stepped in and destroyed the evil and what
we thought were all his descendents, we cast
the fairies to the four winds, giving them
the time they needed to recoup their will,
their magic, their essence of being a fairy.
Many hundreds of years passed, and finally
bit by bit the fairies of the forests returned.
The forest fairies were watched by us very
carefully.

Finally we saw what we had been looking for,
a male fairy child, with the special spark
of leadership, with the destiny to be what
the fairy folk needed.  Eventually to become
a King who could give the fairies back 
something they had lost.  This was WindWhispers!

Keebler started making hysterical noises in
his chair, everyone turned and stared at him,
with a pout he stopped and collecting another
plate of food and a goblet, went back and sat
down, giving everyone a very injured look he
ate, as Marti`en started to speak again.

We taught the child and later the man everything
he would need to be a good and kind King to his
fairy people.  His magical powers were exceptional,
we taught him to use those powers, for good, for
the fairies and for the land.  We also knew that
he would need a Queen that was just as good and
just as powerful as himself.  Knowing he had a
certain interest in a very young fairy, we 
watched her grow and saw all we need to know,
We promised this young fairy to WindWhispers,
as his future consort.
She was sent to Marluxion to learn to train
her magic, for her powers might one day actually
exceed those of WindWhispers.  Of course by
now we all realize this was Bitsy.
Marti`en held up her hand, as Brand started to
speak. Let me finish, then you may stomp around
all you want young man.

We maybe the ancient ones but we are not infallible,
there was a slight miscalculation.  When we destroyed
the evil fairy king and all his descendents, we
missed a bastard that had not yet been birthed.
The mother and child disappeared, all this time,
generation after generations of evil has been
stroked with the need for revenge.  That is
Phoebe the witch, she is a descendant of the
original Fairy King, almost all of the fairy
has been bred out of her, all that is left is
the evil.  This is why she needs WindWhispers,
to become Queen of the fairies and revenge
herself on us and the fairy folk.

Phoebe is very powerful, but she has made a few
mistakes, one was shapeshifting, she turned
herself into a woman to seduce a powerful
lord, she miscalculated and could not turn
back into her fairy shape.  She thinks she
can use WindWhisper to force the fairy people
and the forest folk and the land into accepting
her as she is now.  Trink snorted in his tankard 
"when my balls drop off"  That can of course be
arranged, cackled Marti`en.  Everyone laughed,
easing the atmosphere somewhat in the room.

Bitsy had not said a word during Marti`en's 
narration. She sat as if frozen in place,
she had always liked WindWhispers, she
had even been attracted to him in a young
girl way. But to just give her to him, like
she was a package to be passed around.
Her mind was fighting it, but her heart
knew she couldn't, not really, somewhere
deep inside she had always known she and
WindWhispers were meant to be together
in some way or another. Her love for
her family, the fairies and the forest
folk added to her ties to the male fairy.
Was this what they called obligations?
She just didn't know.

Marluxion finally spoke, "Virlane, I think
it would be best if you moved your family
into your lair for awhile, Phoebe is aware
of you and could use you, especially Ravlyr
to hurt Bitsy.  Trink, I want you to hold
a meeting with all the fairy and forest
folk. Simply warning them that there has
been a reported problem with a witch, there
are already rumors flying around about the
connection to the witch and WindWhispers.
If need be fill them in on the witch attacking
Bitsy, that will turn them against Phoebe 
even more.  Drapper, you will need to keep
a very close eye on Collins property and
home."  Then Marluxion turned to look at
Brand, "You need to return to your home,
having you here complicates matters."

Brand stood up, glaring at everyone,
"what do you think I'm going to do?
go crashing about the forest on my
war horse, trying to kill witches?"
Katrina got up and placed a paw on
Brands shoulder "Phoebe will use your
affection for Bitsy against her, she
will try to hurt you, to get at Bitsy."
Brand snapped, "I can protect myself,
and I can protect, Bitsy!" 

Trink spoke from his chair, "not against
this you cant, boy, you have to fight
magic with magic, fight evil with good."
Brand felt like beating on the walls,
didn't they understand, it was his
brat they were talking about like 
some piece of bone to be tossed to
away. "So you all just expect me to
walk away, without a backwards glance?
I've had my fun, I've had my jollies,
fucking a fairy for the summer, now
like a good boy, I'm supposed to just
up and go home."  I won't go, he snarled.

Ravlyr who had been sleeping peacefully
in his fathers lap, woke up, responding
to the sound of distress in Brands voice,
Flying to Brand, Rav wrapped his tail 
around Brands neck, perched on his shoulder,
Rav looked at everyone and grinned his
silly hatchling grin "Mine!"
Virlane spoke quietly, "Brand will stay
with us in our lair, that way we will 
know he is safe, none of us know if
Phoebe's powers extend as far as the
southern lands" then retrieved his 
son from around Brands neck.

Katrina had not missed the look of
pain that had flashed over Bitsy's 
face, as she heard Brand's words,
Brand has also seen the look on
Bitsy's face.  He walked over
snatched her up and without looking
at anyone said "if you will excuse
us for a moment." he strode out of 
the room. They heard him say as
he left the room "zap me with your
blue glow and I will spank your cute
ass till it glows red."

Going into the first room he found
Brand set Bitsy down on the huge 
bed.  He knelt down next to the
side of the bed, then put the tip 
of his finger under her chin, forcing 
her head up to look at him.  "brat,
I want you to listen very carefully
to me, I've never run from trouble,
I've never walked away from a good
fight.  I also have never loved a
woman as I love you I can't and I
won't walk away not until you send
me away.  You told me last night
that you loved me."  He saw the
tiny crystal tears running down
her cheeks and climbed onto the
bed, cradling her in his arms,
he gently kissed her tiny lips.
"I don't understand really, this
whole business with WindWhispers,
if you belong to him, then I will
just have to change that, if I
can't change things, We will find
another way to be together, that's
my pledge to you, Knight to fairy."
Then holding her in his hands
he grinned at her, "Mine!"

Returning to the large room, Brand sat 
down, setting Bitsy on his lap. He looked 
at the group. then at Marti`en "lets hear
the rest of the bad news, you haven't 
really mentioned this WindWhispers 
since he has been with the witch."

Marti`en sighed, she knew this part
was going to be difficult for them
to understand, they knew the fairy
WindWhispers from the way he had
been, not as he was now.
"From what I have been able to 
find out, he has become as cruel
and evil as Phoebe, she has been
slowly sucking the kindness out of
him.  He is under her control and
she enjoys it.  But, there still
has to be a spark left or he would
have simply released Bitsy from
the promise and taken Phoebe as
his reward."

Virlane said thoughtfully, "Bitsy
can be released from this promise
by WindWhispers, why can't the
ancient ones release her?"
Marti`en looked at Virlane then
at Bitsy curled up on Brands lap.
"We can release her, but if we do
then we have lost a very tenuous
hold on WindWhispers, if we lose
that, then he has no reason to
hold on either and we think, will
turn completely evil. That leaves
us with only one choice left and
that is to destroy WindWhispers."

Trink spluttered in his drink, "now
that's getting drastic, old gal, we
can save the boy, he ain't all bad."
Marti`en glared Trink into silence.
"We need Bitsy to wean WindWhispers
away from Phoebe, to lure him away
from her, we're hoping once he has 
gone to Bitsy, then Phoebe's hold
on him will finally be broken."

Katrina raised an eyeridge and looked
at Marti`en, "and just how is Bitsy
supposed to lure WindWhispers away
from Phoebe."  Marti`en and Katrina
exchanged looks but Marti`en simply
said "Bitsy will have to decide that,
but I think sending out a few thoughts
of concern for him, after the witches
attack and Phoebe having mentioned
his name, will do nicely for a start"

Brand looked down at the fairy curled
up on his lap, he softly stroked her
hair and smiled, she was sound asleep,
her hand curled under her cheek.
Marluxion who had been very silent
over the last few minutes, also
noticed the sleeping fairy, not
to mention the snores coming from
Keebler's direction said "its been
a very long stressful morning, I
would suggest everyone take a long
nap, then return here later this
afternoon, so we can finalize any
other plans or suggestions that
haven't been gone over.

Virlane and his family left for 
their lair.  Trink woke Keebler up
to tell him they were leaving to
go home for a nap, Drapper left
with them, heading for the keep.
Marluxion showed Brand to an
extra sleeping chamber.
Brand tucked Bitsy in the bed,
then went back into the large
room with Marluxion and Marti`en
still sat talking.  The two looked
at him, then waited for Brand to 
get himself a drink and a plate
of food, once he had settled down
they looked at him, Marti`en with
speculation, Marluxion with a
mixture of respect and annoyance.

"Don't you have something better
to do then irritate your elders?"
snapped out Marluxion.  Grinning
Brand looked at him and said "Nope."
Getting serious Brand looked at 
the two "it has occurred to me 
that you might need a distraction
for the witch, while Bitsy gets
WindWhispers out of this mess,
he seems to have gotten himself
in."

The two said at once "No, absolutely
not." Brand raised an eyebrow at the
quick reply. Brand sat eating and 
waiting for them to finish, he knew
there was more to come.  Marti`en
was the first to respond, "your a
child in comparison to Phoebe,
she is a sexual predator, she feeds 
off boys like you.  Her sexual appetites
are just as cruel and warped as
she is.  If she could take WindWhispers
and dominate him, you wouldn't have
a chance."

Brand with a touch of annoyance
in his voice said to Marti`en,
"you think I'm that weak? that
easily controlled?"
It was Marluxion that answered,
"she would eat you up alive,
she isn't just a woman off the
streets, she is a witch with
formidable powers, when she
can't get what she wants with
her body, she takes with her
magic.  Do you understand,
what I'm saying Brand, she
won't ask nicely, she won't
be polite, she will simply
take what she wants.  How
would you feel as a man to
be raped by a woman, used for
her pleasure, in any way she
chose, with no ability to stop
her."

Brand grinned at her "I've been
around, the stews of London are
an interesting place, every sort
of perversion can be found there
if you know where to look.  I
could probably teach her a thing
or two.  But I will concede that
I'm no match for her magic."
Marluxion snorted at Brand,
Marti`en laughed "I will keep
what you've said in mind and
if we deem it necessary, then
you can have a go at the witch.'

Brand knew this was the closest
he was going to get to being allowed
to help and nodded.  Setting aside
his goblet and plate he stood up,
"you haven't said if this WindWhispers
has become just like the witch sexually."
Marti`en had been expecting that question
from Brand and felt he deserved an honest
answer. "we aren't sure, but can only 
assume that he has. Brand, can you deal
with the idea that WindWhispers may try
and use Bitsy sexually?"

Brand frowned, the idea of some other male
touching his brat made him furious, his
hand curled into fists. "I don't know if
I can deal with that or not" he bit out,
then left the room.



































































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