Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

This is the story of a man who finds a magic box, one that changes him into a Teenage Drow girl (a dark elf) and he has to deal with the very sudden change. Then handle all the memories of a Drow that was 'made' for a long lost war. This new part of him, has 40,000 years of memories of fighting that war. She has to deal with all that pent up PTSD, her enemy is here, but she loves her. Her old Queen is here and she wants to kill, that Queen ohh so bad!

So far in the story, Rohanna is being sent to a high school for mutants. While in school, she has to learn to keep that temper in check and her vast skills at killing others! She has been attacked in Boston while shopping, by her new lover by accident of fate and by an assassin that nearly kills her.

The last major hurdle in her short new life, is that a science project gone mad! Has made an exact clone of her and linked it mentally to her every thought, it reacts like an extension of her body now.

I have changed the chapter headline from "Stop or my Drow will shoot"....To 'Fighting Syndication' as the story arch changed a few chapters back and I missed it mentally

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Hours later

The twins had rode most of the afternoon and into early evening as they crossed the last bridge going into NYC. They flowed with and round the growing evening traffic at high speeds like water shifting around the cars, buses and large trucks like they were standing still and in some cases they were!

Soon enough they came up on the heart of the city and started winding their way towards their first stop, but for right now traffic slowed down to a stop as road cones lined up along each of the lanes and kept traffic all in single lanes. The twins winded their ways through the choke point to where the NYPD had set up a checkpoint that was stopping each vehicle as it entered the city and giving it the once over looking for drunks, bad tags, stolen cars or warrants.

The NYPD did this from time to time to keep tabs on traffic and the vehicles that entered the city regularly. Even if one tried to hide illegal items in their cars, all the scanners set up around each lane would and could find them. From bombs to booze, from drugs to deadbeat dads! They never missed a person on a list and tinted windows or wearing sunglasses did not stop these cutting edge scanners from finding it all!

Both teens lined up side by side just after a few cars in front of them before the stop where cops would ask a few questions and check drivers licenses to see if they were valid and matched the driver. As they rolled up for their turn, each one pulled their NYPD ID along with their license from a hidden pocket in their leathers and handed them to the waiting officer, “On our way into the city for our shift.” is all each twin said in stereo.

The waiting cop took the offered ID’s and looked them over, noting the yellow border on each, noting the twins as mutants working for the NYPD and the deep blue strip on one corner told others that they were ‘beat cops’ and not desk jockeys!

“Well you both be safe out there!” The woman cop grinned and handed the cards back to Rohanna with a supportive fist bump and the other cop across the lane by Rehanna did the same.

As the pair rolled away to get going they spotted someone or something…a centaur cop (one of three in the NYPD…two males and one woman) and waved to him and rolled slowly over closer to him, “Heya Percival,” Rohanna said using his code name (He named himself after the only knight of the round table to find the grail…he always wanted to be a knight as a kid and when he changed into a centaur as a teen. A dream come true!)

As anyone who looked at Percival they would be taken back by the HUGE centaur as his horse part was more based on a large draft horse like a Clydesdale and the human part was bodybuilder in size at least. Then add he wore from top to hoves armor that nearly covered him head to hoof! He weighed in at over a full ton fully dressed!

“Heya you two…going into work?” his deep booming voice asked, recognizing the pair by their bikes and leathers on the spot.

“Yeeeeep we are heading into town to loaf about, eat and then hit the morning shift for a double till midnight. Then the evening shift for Saturday and Sunday.” Rehanna laughed in cowboy like or Texas twang at the big guy.

“I have told you before my name might be John, BUT is not John Wayne!” he laughed back.

“One day you will give in and cave to being him!” Rohanna said with a giggle, knowing that it was a running joke between them all!

He laughed….”Nope…and where are ya staying tonight?”

“At the old garden towers, the best place with the big indoor park in its center as a lobby!”

He tilts up his face for a brief second as he sniffs the air, “I smell money again! Are you spending all of your allowance on a couple of nights here in town?”

“Might as well…can’t eat the green stuff and you can’t take it with you when you die!”

“I have an idea for your dining spot if you can get in?” he started to suggest.

“What?” both asked in stereo now VERY curious about a spot a fellow mutant and beat cop would offer up as a fun spot!

“It’s over on Seventh…’House of the Dragon’. It has a kind of dark theme, but not dungeons and dragons-ish in style and the food is top notch. Then add the entertainment is name brand as in grammy winners play there almost nightly…plus they let in kids under eighteen, down to sixteen into the non-bar sections of the huge club that is…like either one of ya drinking one hundred gallons of booze would even dent you two!”

“Sounds interesting?” Rehanna said.

“You’ll love it, they cater to any taste and the owner is this hyper rich young woman that just loves cops, she even has a police museum in the bar. She has opened a place just like this one in nearly every major city so far and NYC is one of the last. As cops you might filter in if you show your badges at the door…maybe? It's a hard reservation to get and even cops wait in line with the rich snob kids!”

“We’ll give it a try…a few hours and if we don’t get in, we’ll move on to damage some other eatery with scarfing everything in sight!”

Percival waved as the pair rode off, as he thought of the twins on a drunken bender and shuddered at the thought of who would get stuck with stopping that mess or even the much darker thought of having to try to stop them himself!

A short time later the pair roll to a stop at what seems to be a very old upscale hotel and as they look up, they read the sign carved into the stone work over the huge entrance ‘Garden Towers’, next they can see that all the beautiful stone work is just a thin facade on the front of a hundred story skyscraper that covers several city blocks!

Since they stopped in the hotel’s loading zone for passengers, a well dressed attendant comes up to them in seconds, “Are you staying or waiting for the rest of your party to arrive?”

“We are staying,” Rehanna says as she was the closest to the man asking the question.

“Goodday…Sorry we can not take motor bikes here for parking, if you can please ride over there to the right lane and down into the secure garage where an attendant will show you where you can park them for your stays,” he says pointing to the lane leading to the ramp down under the hotel.

Rohanna gave the man a nod and led the way down the lane to the ramp leading down under the huge hotel. Once there another attendant pointed them over to an empty spot to park both bikes in and it was a rather HUGE spot for just two bikes or any regular car! It was nearly double wide and had soft guards keeping a car parked within it shell from ‘dinging’ the car next to it, then add the floor of the whole garage was spotless, not one oily drip mark in sight!

Before both started pulling off their respective helmets, they activated their personal charms that gave them the appearance of “the cheerleader” stereotype they had chosen so many months ago. Sure it was fine to go rampaging as a Drow versus a bike gang, but in NYC public, it was best to hide for now and be accepted as normal, rich, VERY HUMAN teens.

Rehanna was the first of the pair off her bike and had helmet off laid on the bike’s tank as she peeled her leathers off a bit revealing her purple belly tee with cute girly skull on it to the world. The attendant showed up and she rolled the leathers off her top part and he was a bit taken back by her looks...he just stood there for a few seconds while his brain clutched in and out of gear.

“So no baggggs…or are your bags still coming or already here in our care ladies?” he finally asked.

“We got the bags handled and just need to check in.” Rohanna smiled at the guy as she mentally told her twin “He was seriously checking you all out top to bottom!”

“As long as he thinks and does not touch…he gets to keep his hands!” she mentally barked back, “The guy gives me that Jobe creep out feeling!”

They both walked into the small garage lobby and right into a waiting elevator that took them up a few floors to the main lobby and their next stop was at the main check-in desk, “The Leighs checking in, we have a double room reserved.” Rohanna said, pulling out her wallet and flipping out her ID’s and credit cards.

“Yes Miss I have your reservation right here and no need for the credit card, we have that on file.” The desk clerk said and then slipped a pair of plastic cards towards both teens, “Your room cards and they are also good for the hotel spa…and that service is one hundred percent included with your room. You are in room Seven O two.”

“That is a mini suite, we only had the double and the mini suite is well over five times the cost of a regular double…there must be a mistake in our reservation?” Rohanna gave, having memorized the whole hotel floor plan room by room! So she knew what room was what on the spot!

“Yes Miss and since we are remodeling parts of certain floors and are way under booked for this time and season. So we upgraded some reservations at no extra cost and yours was one of those that came up to choose. Please enjoy the room and all that is offered with them…tell your friends please!” He smiled again, as he waved a staffer over to the desk to guide the two up to their room.”This lady will see you to your rooms.”

“Hummm fine we’ll take the room,” she said, slipping one the cards to Rehanna and starting off towards the elevators behind the lady leading the way.

“We get an upgrade and the hotel gets free advertising…I could tell he was not lying or covering anything up. He truly believed every word he said.” Rehanna gave her twin mentally.

“And…now we are getting a room that is at the end of a hallway and a bit more like a trap?” Rohanna pointed out mentally the new position of the room at the end of a hallway.

“Who would be that crazy and want the whole building leveled if they pissed us both off? Besides, we can port out and there is nothing they can really do to stop that” Rehanna grinned back as she mentally spoke.

“They used that spell when we shopped with Sara?” Rohanna states mentally as they enter the waiting elevator car.

Rehanna shook her head at the idea, “That spell only slowed us and if it was not for us wanting and needing to protect others…we would have left. AND in this case we can always jump out the window and figure out the next step as we fall seven floors…most spells that block or slow our ports are VERY local at best!”

Once they got up to the room the staffer pointed out the room amenities, separate rooms with queen size beds on a common living room and a joint both with huge steam shower and then she opened up the room’s snack bar “All stocked for no charge with the room and add all the flooring and linens are organic as you requested…not one piece of artificial flooring or sheets or towels in the whole room. Have a good stay!” and she left the room without even coming close to asking for a ‘tip’ as a good staffer would do in an expensive hotel. Tips were left for the end of your stay if you felt the need as the staff was well paid in places like this!

Rehanna peeled off the last of her leathers and plopped down onto the bed, “I can get used to this!” she smiled snuggling into the soft bed cover and the room being so big.

“Yep…for once I can roll all the way over on a bed and not hit a wall or your BUTT!” Rohanna laughed back.

“It's the exact same ASS you have!”

~o~O~o~

Hours later

The pair exited the hotel and started walking their way towards the place that Percival had mentioned, “We will give this place about an hour to get in past the doors and if we wait past that, it's no dice, we abandoned ship for a better spot to spend the night and our money in!” Rohanna said as they left the hotel room for a fun night out no matter what came.

The pair was dressed for a night out in nice slacks and tops with very fashionable light jackets that had nearly matching colors, but the style was just different enough between them so that they did not look like a pair of matching bookends!

A short time later they found the place the centaur cop Percival had mentioned on seventh ave and they loved the place’s theme of “Dragon” with a large automated dragon hugging the outside of the building that breathes fire now and then, it looked like it was fighting to get out onto the streets! The rest of the club’s outside was tasteful names in neon and all black for the most part. They walked up to the head of the line where a doorman was letting in the “in crowd” only it seemed to the pair.

The place was so ‘exclusive’ that if your car was not recognized by the parking staff at the club’s entrance/drop-off spot, they waved you off into the parking structure down the block to park and walk back into lines so that you waited with the rest of the “riff-raff” of the city!

The pair walked up to the front of the ever growing line and got the attention of one of the men in charge of entry into the vast club,“Can we get in?” Rohanna asked, showing her badge and the man took it so that he could look it over better under a special light to spot forgeries!

“Humm a badge…NYPD at your age? and beat cops?…must mean mutants I bet. Well that warrants you the shorter line and if you both manage to get into our club tonight the wait will be far shorter the next time as you become regulars that are known to us!”

Rehanna looked over at the “short line”...it was most of the block BUT the long line was a ZIP CODE long and it even had people that had to be worth top bucks waiting in it! Percival was right that cops got better treatment here than the rich assholes…not by much, but better!

“We’ll wait for a bit and see how fast the line goes. They are just opening up for the night and the place is huge!” Rohanna said to her twin as she started walking down the line to the end.

As Rohanna put her ID’s away and the pair chatted over waiting or not in the line while they strolled that way. An old nineteen thirties Rolls limo rolled up to the drop off spot centered on the club's door and this one was not waved off, in fact they made room for the car’s arrival by waving off several cars before it!

As the limo stopped, the security staff cleared the whole red carpet entrance way for anyone inside the newly arrived limo to get out and walk inside the club unmolested by the growing crowd. What seemed to the pair of Drow to be the leader of the door staff, went to open the limo’s door for whoever was inside.

The young woman was dressed in the latest top end fashion and was average build and height with a VERY beautiful face topped off with blond hair that was all set in a ‘messy’ looking fashion that was current this month. “Good evening boss, we have a great turnout tonight even for a midweek night,” the lead doorman said to the woman in a voice that only the keen ears of a Drow could make out at this distance.

“So this was the owner of the club?’ Rohanna mentally spoke to her twin. The pair took note of the woman exiting the car as she did not appear to be much past twenty one herself even with owning several nightclubs!

She took a deep breath… a sigh of being bored with the process of even going to the club, like she had to do it each day like one would do going to work. As she started to walk to the club’s main door, she stopped for a barest second to give the air the slightest sniff…and she looked around at the crowd, then continued walking into the club.

Once inside, she stopped as the doors closed behind her, “I have never smelled that before…a new scent not from humans or mutants…strange?” she whispered to herself and tugged at the sleeve of her top security manager, “Let me see the front door video feed right now!”

The girl pulled up her data pad and very quickly found the feed her boss wanted to see, then waved a finger to add it to one of the huge wall mounted monitors by the door for a better view.

The woman studied the feed for some time live, then with a finger to the screen she grabbed the time frame of the feed and rolled it's already captured time frame back and forth a bit before settling on a plan, “These two right here…” she pointed to the screen, “invite them in and send them over to the VIP area. Then tell me when they are done eating or seem to have settled down a bit. BUT most of all don’t let them leave, give them anything they want to keep them here till I have a chat with them!” she ordered and the people around her jumped to the order like a well trained military unit would!

~o~O~o~

A short time later

Outside of the vast club, one of the staffers found the pair of Drow waiting in line chatting up among themselves about what the weekend had to offer and possible plans for tomorrow night. The woman got the pair’s attention on her as she spoke, “You two ladies seem to be the youngest NYPD that have even showed up to get in…so we are letting you in to show the PD we care about anyone on the force, no matter the age and that youth like you are VERY welcome to our fine club!” said the staffer in a pleasant smile.

As the twins were pulled out of the long line by the club staffer, to the moans of disappointment that grew around them, “Why do they get in?”..”Why are they special?”...”The owner wants to fuck twins today?” one said…the crowd heard that insult and did not even come close to liking it when the pair looked to any to be teens! Plus the staffer was one of them, that had heard the insult to the teens and the owner of the club!

A quick wave to one of her co-workers and an angrily pointed finger got an instant reaction from the nearest staffer watching over the line, “Well you might as well get out of line…as you will NEVER get in our door after saying that where I could hear it!” she said while snapping a picture of the offender with her data pad so that picture could be entered in the club’s “black list” of banned for life!

The staffer guided them to the club’s entrance and right in, then waved them to follow her deeper into the club and into the VIP section one floor up from the club’s main floor that was overlooking the whole area where she stopped at a booth made for ten at least, “Here is your spot for your time with us here, the server will be here in a second and here is the ordering pad.” she said, pulling a nice wood framed data pad from a holder at the booth's end.

Rehanna took the offered pad and started to read over the menu, “OHHH My Great GAEA,” she giggled out, “they have everything and I mean everything…the darn menu is over two hundred pages long minus the huge booze section!”

Rohanna looked over her twin’s shoulder at the pad’s display and the selection shown was dizzying to anyone and each selection had a WHOLE section on how you might want it cooked or not cooked, plus sides or sauces for what seems to be dozens of pages on each item!

“Wow look at this!” Rehanna laughed as she tapped the top of the main menu page for ‘allergies’ or ‘eating requirements’ and selected removing all red meats including chicken! Doing that whittled down the food selection by only fifty or so pages!

The pair of teens went a bit mad and started ordering dozens of dishes in small sizes just to try everything out, then would go back to get what they really liked in a BIGGER serving later. After they finished with their choices, the data pad sent their selection to the kitchen and the servers in seconds and not even fifteen minutes later the first plates of many were being dropped off to their table!

Far above the twins, far across the booming music of the huge club. There was a very well hidden wall of glass and behind it was the personal rooms of the club owner. This room was SO private that only the most select important guests, ones that the owner selected personally even knew it was there in this club…even Oscar winners and billionaires did not know of such rooms in any of her clubs and those that did, numbered a few dozen at best!

The owner looked down upon her club and studied it closely, “Areaiel look down there at VIP table sixteen and tell me what you see?” she asked the tall slender woman just now entering the room with a service tray full of glasses and a 50 year old scotch bottle.

“Humm teens…rich ones I guess? AND ones that like sampling our food for a first visit?” she shrugged to the pair.

“Look deeper please and really study them for me.” the owner asked again.

The taller woman used her magical sight to study the pair and had to shift it many times to even spot the smallest ‘vapor’ of magic lingering over the pair. “Yes I see it now…They have ‘just’ a hint of magic on them that I can barely see with my best spells. If I use my best to study them much farther, that I have learned in my three thousand years…they might spot me looking at them? So I don’t dare to use any deeper magic till you say so…Who are they?” She had to question the pair, as her boss seemed to know something.

“I don’t know YET. I invited them in when I caught wind of their scent…One I have never smelled from any human or mutant in all my long life,”

“What do you know so far?”

“They are teens via the ID’s they gave us and they are NYPD too and that means mutants or something like that at such a young age? And then finally add they are very rich! I had a background done on their credit, like we would do on any customer we serve in the VIP area…so no alarm bells on that,” the owner knew better than to dive too deep into a background without being ready to cover her tracks, cause rich or connected usually meant they have someone watching for just those type of electronic inquires!

“Are you thinking they are Fae like me or some other Fae…or just mutants with some hint of magic?” the taller woman puzzled back to her boss.

“Ohh they are not mutants…well at least human based mutants. I have met hundreds of them over my centuries of life and never encountered such a sweet scent that those two give off!”

“Humm…twins…Fae…NYPD…teens…OHHH SHIT!” the tall one audibly gasped as she realized who the pair might be.

“What?” the owner asked.

“If they are who I think they are…DO NOT PISS them off!” Areaiel insisted vehemently.

“Tell me please?”

“If they are ‘those’ twins that I am thinking of, they are the most dangerous enemies or the best friends you will ever have. But if you mess up the first meeting you have with them…it's all over for good. They will never trust you ever…and I mean ever…they don’t forget nor forgive any shortcomings.”

Meanwhile far down below the owner's office, the twins rubbed their hands together as the first plates of their order arrived at the booth, “ohhh this is going to be ohhhh so good!” Rehanna said and Rohanna would have said something back, but only mumbled through a mouthful of cheese topped potato wedges!

With an hour plus of sampling over a dozen different dishes, the pair settles down on ordering a bigger portion of four item choices for their main meal of the night and after the order arrives they just nibble at them while watching the huge crowd on floor below on the club’s main level.

The early night moves on into the main part of the night and the club is full, the main stage lights are up with a singer at center stage that has several grammy’s to her name. She has the whole audience entranced as the pair of Drow watch on from their VIP section perch…”Good act they have here” Rehanna says.

“I have to wonder how this place can afford this level of entertainment…is it paid for by the club or in trade for all the good publicity the singers get for showing up?”

“Who knows?”

As the twins ordered dessert with their data pad as a waiter took the empty plates away, a club staffer came up to their table and not just a regular staffer anyone could tell as this one was dressed in much finer clothes by far than the regular staff even had and that was saying a lot considering the staff seemed to be in fashion as much as the patrons!

“Ladies,” the male staffer asked, “The club’s owner Vika would love for you to take your desserts up in her private suite and maybe some refreshments while you both chat with her for a short time while you eat and drink?”

Rohanna instantly shrugged, “Why not?” to the idea and stood up waiting for the staffer to lead the way.

“So I will have your dessert choices served up in the suite and please follow me ladies.” he asked with a wave of his hand.

The staffer led them to a hidden hallway at the back of the VIP area and into a waiting elevator, Rohanna mentally commented on what she noticed all around them, “More guards over here and all of them are armed with more than just simple pistols!”

“Yep that last one had one of those new and very expensive personal defense weapons…darn things are mini cannons and fire like five hundred rounds a minute plus of armor piercing explosive ammo!”

“So you want to buy one then?” Rohanna mentally chuckled.

“Yep…two, one for each hand!”

“Got it…we buy four of them then and a crate of ammo!”

The elevator chimed that it was at its stop and the doors slid open to show off an even more lavishly furnished room than the VIP section they were just in, this place was fit to hold at least two hundred guests and maybe more by what seemed to be a few hidden rooms or doors going to what could be several adjoining rooms?

Just as the doors slid open the blonde who was dropped off by the old rolls limo to the red carpet out front stepped forward and offered each twin a hand in greeting, “Welcome to my place…I am Vika, I just thought you two stood out among the other rich kids and I had to get to know why two so young got all hooked up into the NYPD as simple beat cops, over being some kind of consultant or some sort of top end specialist that was based at ONE PP?” (one police plaza NYPD headquarters)

“I am Rehanna..” she nodded to the lady, “We like the work or the bare streets and the people we find there over a very stuffy desk job anyday.” Rehanna gave and felt that the girl’s hand was a bit cold…about five degrees too cold for a human and that included her hand being wet or cold from the weather!

Rohanna nodded in agreement to her twin, “Working the streets is far more fun and I agree with my twin, the people we meet each day make each hour out there an adventure! And I am the smarter and prettier twin Rohanna of our set of girl bookends,” and she noted that the girl’s heartbeat was about three per minute tops!

“No way is she human!” they both said in their mental stereo!

“Glad to meet you and you have a fine club here.” Rohanna said, restarting the conversation as she looked the room over for anything strange beside the woman herself!

Giving a quick nod of agreement on Rohanna’s comment Rehanna smiled “Yes and maybe we will get to see some of the other locations we heard that you own across the world someday soon?”

“I am sure you both will enjoy any of my other locations...and here are your desserts ladies.” The club owner said just as one of the servers showed up with a tray.

“Ohhh this is going to be great!” Rehanna grinned as she sat down at the dish before her. A fudge brownie, with a hunk of red velvet cake covered in three different ice creams and tons of hot fudge poured all over it!

Rohanna was eating slowly and savoring each bite of the best sundae she had ever eaten as a human or a Drow! “I have to ask?” she puzzled between bites, “Besides the NYPD badges why did we stand out…I can tell that you are not even close to telling us everything.”

“Humm smart and well versed in reading people. Well I could tell you were not human or mutant, something I have rarely encountered in my life. So I wanted to have a chat with both of you.” the club owner said as she took a seat across from the pair.

“Did you come to this conclusion yourself or did someone tell you something about us?” Rehanna asked, while checking the room again for any threat.

Vika tapped a small data pad on the table and it beeped, “Areaiel can you come in here and introduce yourself to my guests please?”

A tall slender woman came in the room from one of the hidden alcoves, “I am Areaiel…nice to meet you both.” she said introducing herself.

“Nice to meet you too,” the pair said in stereo.

Rehanna took a few more bites before she spoke again, “So Areaiel my guess is that you are from a Northern lands Sidhe family or clan and one that seems to have kept that bloodline mostly intact it seems over the millennia since the sundering?”

She was taken back, that the teens knew so much in mere seconds, “How?

“Easy...your hair color, the color of your eyes and then add your choice in leather you wear as that belt’s pattern of gold inlaid gilding shows…then finally the scent of your perfume is based on flowers that only came from that area…ones humans would not have access to!” Rohanna gave while dipping her last bite of brownie into some hot fudge.

“Yes you guessed right on the nose…nice and you must be the twin Drow I have heard a few rumors about?”

“We did not say that…” they both droned out in stereo.

“No you did not, but you are not denying it either?” she said back.

“Don’t do that!” Rehanna spat. angrily.

“Do what?” the tall Fae asked.

“Try to trap us into a corner with words, where you know or heard that we can’t lie or give false truths about a subject…,” Rohanna gave back in the Sidhe language, while shoving the dessert dish across the table with more than a bit of force showing she was getting angry!

“Sorry I had heard a bit of that about both of you and now that you have told me, I will not do that again.” The tall lady said in old Sidhe, a language she was very sure her boss did not know!

“I would ask what that conversation was about, but I know when not to ask about such things…” Vika said, “But I have to know What Drow are or what A Drow is?”

“You tell us what you are first?” Rohanna giggled out as if she was asking “you show me yours, then I will show you mine” a kids sex jest.

“Well I am…well have you ever heard of Dracula?”

“Your kidding…only about five thousand movies on that subject and ten times that in books of some form or another?”

“I would be a kind of direct descendant of that tale...BUT I do not go around in a black cape with red lining, while dressed in formal wear. Nore do I sleep in an all black taffeta lined coffin. Then add, crosses really don't do shit to me and I love garlic on my pizzas. AND lastly if you try to drive a wooden stake into my heart, all it will accomplish is piss me off and get my designer dress maker so mad that she WILL find you and KILL you for ruining one of her creations!” she laughed towards the end.

“Let me guess that cheerleaders named Buffy are an issue with you?” Rohanna had to ask with a snicker.

“Why…ya have one that needs a lesson in manners?” Vika smiled back evilly, as if she knew or had someone like that in her own past.

“We might?” both said in stereo thinking of “Nightbane” the fake ‘vampire hunter’ run by the crazy Rev Englund back at Whateley who tried to kill Sara before they came to campus and trailed off in silent thought, “revenge is best left to us pro’s that can deal in several levels of pain or death.”

Rohanna had to ask her next question, “So when you drink blood do you prefer ‘O’ positive or a good vintage ‘AB’ negative?”

“At my age I don’t need to ‘drink’ nightly and can go many months without a drop and then add blood is only a conduit for lifeforce for my kind. Next add in when I do drink blood or lifeforce it's a volunteer giving to me willingly, they get something out of the exchange and I have not killed anyone doing one of my feedings for centuries.”

The tall lady was next to speak up in older sidhe, “I was told that you two are the ones that found Velatha in the care of the human’s child services and since she was far part of my clan of Fae I have to say thank you…thank both of you for bringing her home to where she belonged.”

“It’s what we do, what all us Sidhe do.” Rehanna said back in the same language.

“I have to ask, “ she said in English now, “I can feel that both of you are a bit older than you look or at least are mentally older than the teens you both appear to be?”

“You have to keep to a story, so that we can keep humans from treating us as lab rats…” Rehanna said flatly telling volumes with such a short sentence!

“Humm I had a long odd guess on that being an issue. Since you seem to be the only Drow around out of thousands of us regular Sidhe?” she asked.

“We are not telling you yes or no…maybe in a few hundred years we might?” Rehanna said and kind of warned with a harsh stare that Areaiel should not pry any farther.

“I want to give you a gift, if Vika is fine with me giving it to you both while you are here with us at the club tonight?”

“Well since we are in the private suite and no one else is coming up here? What the alcohol cops don’t know will not hurt them if that is what you are thinking of?” the club owner gave, thinking that her personal Fae would crack open a bottle of champagne or scotch?

Areaiel was gone for several minutes while the twins talked over NYC politics with the club’s owner Vika and when the Fae returned she was holding a silver tray with a large, yet tall necked crystal bottle on it and four ornate pure silver cups.

She set the tray down, then picked up the bottle and opened it, “Here see if that reminds you of something?” she smiled.

Rehanna took the offered bottle and gave its freshly opened neck a deep sniff, “Ohhhh that is what I am talking about…A REAL bottle of Sidhe brandy!”

Rohanna snatched the bottle out of her twin’s hand and gave it a sniff too, then another, “It's missing some Aphyongenaira root and something else too?”

Snatching the bottle back Rehanna poured it into one of the silver glasses and took a slow sip, “Ohhh that hits the spot and what it’s missing is one or three Byron berries all mashed up and tossed in the cask just before you seal it up for at least one hundred years…this stuff right here is less than fifty years old and is closer to moonshine than a truly aged brandy would be. But I am not turning it down!” she smiled happily and took yet another sip.

Areaiel made a few quick notes on a data pad to what the twins said the brandy needed besides aging and was sure they knew what they were talking about!

After pouring a full glass Rohanna leaned back sipping it, “This might not be ‘the Queen’s special reserve’ we have in storage...but it will do and ohhhh I am feeling that nice warm booze buzz right now! I so missed that for the last year”

Rohanna downed glass after glass over the next hour, then finally put down her glass and looked over her hands for a second, “I can guide magic with these, aim a bow, slice a body to ribbons and squeeze the life out of just about any living being on the planet…but never heal anything or give life” she sadly said in Drow, clearly inebriated and getting very close to being out right drunk.

“Yep hands that can crush a skull or fingers that shatter bones. Skills no one should have to deal with…forced to be slaves for all time…no escape.” Rehanna agreed in Drow, the only two in the room that understood the language and the one they would always fall back to naturally in times like this.

Vika could tell the pair were getting a bit sad and might get out of hand. “How about we call it a night and exchange cards, then I’ll call you later to have another longer chat when you feel better?”

“We don’t get better than this…” Rehanna said in Drow.

“Sure don’t!” Rohanna said in Drow too then slipped into english, "Can we get a few of these bottles sent to us at our place in school or our home?”

“Might be a bad idea and the alcohol board might not like it?” Vika gave.

“Call it all ‘religious freedom’” Rohanna air finger quotes “like church wine and ship it to our house then!”

“This brandy is VERY expensive and limited.”

“And we have a shit ton of money and there are only two of us in the whole world…AND we are thirsty…so?” Rehanna sassed back.

“Humm I think we can do that…lets try a few bottles then see how it goes?” she suggested.

“Yep send them and we’ll tell you what we feel is needed to get the taste back to what our oldest memories know from drinking the Queen’s own brand!”

“You drank the Queen’s own brandy? I find that hard to believe as you don’t seem to be the royal types?”

“Who said we had permission to drink it?” Rohanna winked.

“Yep...we stole it!”

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Shadowsblade here.

This story in a joint venture with a group of fan fic authors, so far this group is made up of Nuuan, then Branek and finally myself. We all got together and after a jumpy start decided to make a group of stories that all take place within the Whateley fanfic universe.

To have an idea about the main protagonist this story's will develop
around here is a short introduction.

Angels Peril a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
Tormented by the past, Angel is struggling between light and dark.

Melvin a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
They say old soldiers never die, Melvin is about to learn that the hard
way.

The Way of the Dragon a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
Born for eternity but vulnerable like a child, dragons shouldn't leave
their nest.

Every Rose has it Thorns a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan
Watch what you say around rose, could give you more trouble than you ever
asked for.
This one is coming soon, bug him for it! lol

Kelly a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan
Struggling with fate, Kelly has to deal with love and loss.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade
Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and
without.

Vantier a Whateley Tale :Written by Shadowsblade
Ancient and Powerful Vantier awakens in a foreign world, struggling to
find her place in it.

You might ask yourself what is the Whateley Universe? To make it short,
here is a abstract straight out off the wiki.

Whateley is a Prep School for different teens. VERY different ones. Where else could a kid go to a school that has a resident demon living in the furnace? Or meet magic users, mutants of every imaginable kind, get trained in how to handle some rather odd abilities, and worry about
flunking Freshman English? Come visit Whateley Academy, nestled in the
lovely hills of New Hampshire. Just down the road from a town named
Dunwich... (Mythos jokes purely intentional).
This is the Whateley Academy Universe, a shared universe with over a dozen authors and more than a hundred stories (and counting). The stories range in size from vignettes to novels. It's a Mutant High scenario with both a strong transgender theme and a slightly watered down Cthulhu Mythos theme.

It's also very much a work in progress.'
If you want further information you will find them on.

http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Whateley_Academy_Wiki

or

http://whateleyacademy.net/

But I have to thank, Both Branek and Nuuan for their vast input and the ability they both have to 'bounce' off ideas and improve them!

To all my readers who have e-mailed me and given support--THANKS!

Please feel free, to add a review to this story and others. As those kind words are 'cookies' that keeps that muse well fed on the 'sometimes' long breaks between stories!

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