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.

Life moves on and she makes a movie to get Fae kind more "Out there" and joins the NYPD as a teen cop!

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Whateley Academy

Kyley could feel deep sadness just bleeding through the walls of her room and knew who it was. Mrs. Horton had heard about what was happening to the Drow twins and gathered all her close friends in the meeting room down in the basement hours ago, she informed them all of what had happened in New York and that for the time being they would be on edge. So it was best to warn off any and all students that might test them and get very hurt or very dead.

Ky sighed as she turned off her laptop and stood up from her desk, “Going to go see the twins?” KK her roommate asked, looking at the tall blond over the top of her own book.

“Yes, I have to do something about them and help as best I can. Besides I will not get any rest in this building till they calm down a bit…GODS the flow of emotions coming off their room is like a river and all of them are dark. VERY DARK!” she said, pulling a bottle from her bag and a small wooden box that had a silk cover.

“Good luck, I hope they feel better soon and mannnn…” KK sighed out sadly, “Losing a close friend because duty called you to save others. It's gotta hurt no matter what and a choice I could never make.”

“Don’t stay up waiting for me.” Ky said in jest going out the room’s door and KK gave a crooked smile back “Never do and you know it!”

Ky made her way across Poe dorm to the twins' door and stood there listening intently for a few seconds. She could make out they were still crying, but since Ky had stopped at the door she could tell they stopped crying themselves and were listening back.

“GO AWAY GOO! We don’t need your type of help right now!” both shouted at the closed door.

KK sighed as she put her hand to the door and ‘felt’ beyond it, they were lying to themselves. They needed help and lots of it...Drows were not allowed to ask for help or they died. That was the rough life living under the thumb of the past long dead royals like Aunghadhail the recently dead queen.

“Sure you both do, just admit it to yourselves?” she said in a thin whisper that no one even a foot away could hear, “Just let me in and let the other kids rest for the night over yelling at the door and me. You know I can stay out here for decades till you give in?”

“Come in…” whispers from behind the door and Ky looked at the lock, “Are they kidding?” She asked no one thinking of a lock so simple could even hope to keep her out and she tapped a quick code into the number lock, then it popped open.

Ky entered and crossed the room to take a seat in the small Dorm’s only chair by the desk and smiled to both Drow huddled under their sheet fort on the room’s only bed, “I bring gifts and I am not greek!” she giggled in Drow.

“What?” the closest Drow sniffed away, recovering from their last crying fit Ky was sure.

“Well I got a connection up at ARC and went up there!” she said placing a bottle on the desk and the wooden box, “and I got this for you!”

“What is that?” she asked again, sniffing the air a bit to see if the bottle had a scent and found it had none that she could find.

“This here is the oldest bottle of Fae brandy they had up there in deep storage and I got my paws on it just for you…us to drink tonight. It's far better than that swill or moonshine I heard you got in New York at that vampire’s night club” the blonde smiled back as she showed the ancient bottle to the Drow playfully.

“It's not that old, it will never beat what I got in my own reserve!” the Drow argued back.

“But they have a few hundred bottles up there in storage and no one can even think to drink them without dying from trying!” Ky laughed back, “We could try over the next few years to drink them dry?”

“Pifft” the twin sounded out, “they will not let us kids drink!”

“ARC is the one place that knows for a fact you both and I are far from kids! So they will hand them over to me a few at a time as I ask for them…all arranged and approved!” she grinned back.

“Okay so start pouring us a shot or dozen?” a drow sighed out.

Kyley leaned over the desk unwrapping the box and pulling out the silver cups needed to keep this type of brandy from becoming magically ‘flat’ and worthless to anyone. Fae Brandys were magic into themselves and that is how they worked to even get a Drow like the twins ‘drunk’ or at least a little ‘buzzed’.

The next step was snapping off the magical seal on the bottle and pouring out three servings into the cups and then she handed two over to the twins. “May we all live through these trying times!” she toasted in Drow language to the pair and they both gulped down the brew.

“Ohhh that is really great and better than that swill New York had!” one said as the warmth of the drink filled her and topped off their well of magical essence!

“I told you this was the best I could get my hands on and there is far far more up there all sealed in a storage room way down on sub-level sixty eight!” Kyley said while she poured another shot for both Drow, she was only sipping the stuff as it did nothing to a GOO like her but bring back fond memories of her very early years and friends long gone.

~o~O~o~

A few hours later

Kyley poured out one more serving for all, “This one and one other then the bottle is all done.”

“So let's toast those we have both or all of us have lost over the millenia!” one now drunk drow twin said in a slur.

“No, let's drink to the friends we have now and the new ones we will find. It's better, we both have loss and let's not dote over that.” Kyley offered back.

Ky tipped the bottle to drain its last few drops for the drow twins and then put the cork back into the bottle, “All done!”

“One drink to Leon and I am calling it a night?” one drow offered with a growl.

“I will drink to Leon, I know he was close.” Ky smiled back.

“It’s about time we Drow got to drink a toast to the ones we served with…never got to do that when Aung the bitch was still alive and ruled over us!”

Ky had to let go of a huge sigh when the twins said that, “I know…when she was young and unburdened she was a kind soul, but all the royal court’s and their personal in-fighting made her hard and mean. I just wish she had not strayed so far from that early gentleness and kind heart she had.”

Kyley took her glass, finishing it in one gulp, then stood up to collect the cups and put them back in the case, “Please don’t dwell over those days? It's best remembered so it doesn't happen again, but try to stay in the here and the now. Where we all live!” she said slipping the box into a corner of the desk for later use by the pair.

~o~O~o~

Later that night

Kevin was working out in the Grove with the twins and they were using this time to calm down as well as get their raging minds off this past week. For this lesson they were running Kevin through a bit of magic on tracking a person…even a Drow.

The next lesson given was a long one that lasted till morning on improving Kevin’s skills with blades, be they simple daggers or swords. He was improving by leaps and bounds and the Twin drow were proud of him this morning!

“Kevin, you are doing great today, let's maybe set up for tomorrow?” Rohanna the three Drow walked out of the grove and back onto the campus. Kevin started to check his calendar for anything he might be doing, as sometimes his friends or sister sent him a request to meet up or hang out.

He was scrolling over this list for the day and found there was nothing important coming up, “I…” he started as Rohanna’s phone rang. As the person on the other end of the Drow’s phone spoke, her face went totally blank and strangely emotionless…like a puppet!

Kevin’s enhanced Drow ears made out a voice he had heard before and as the voice spoke he connected the voice to who it was. This was someone up at ARC he was sure…but not one hundred percent sure of who. He just had not been up there enough to meet and greet all the staff the twins knew or were working on their case or his?

The conversation was very short. But when he heard Rohanna say “Yes Mistress, we will be right there.” he knew this was wrong, the twins NEVER called any human “mistress” even in jest as that level of respect has never been given by the twins…especially when Rehanna thought almost all humans were beneath her and the word ‘Mistress’ was one they associated with Sidhe, Fae or lastly Drow ONLY!

“We gotta go Kevin, we might see ya in class.” Rehanna said blankly and the pair vanished.

“Ohhhh I am going to look into this…but I can not trust any humans to help me or I might get them killed!” he thought and made a note of the exact time of the call.

~o~O~o~

The next week

Both Rehanna and Rohanna were in their room staring at the pair of NYPD dress uniforms hanging off the dresser, each one very freshly bought and tailored with care by Rogers' Fabric Boutique, the local shop that most students used down in the nearby village.

They seemed to stare at the uniforms from the time they arrived from Rodger’s two days ago anytime they were in the room and not actively reading a book or working on studies. The darn things haunted them every second they were in the room. They represented loss and having to dress up to honor that great loss once again in their lives.

Rehanna sighed out long and hard, “I hate this.”

“Like I don’t?” Rohanna added in knowing both of them should be getting dressed for Leon’s funeral this morning, but here they sat or laid in the room unmoving towards that task waiting for something to change since the sun came up in the world so they would not have to do it.

“We only have three hours to go,” Rehanna said in a sad voice knowing what they had to face today…tears, crying and no way to fix it all for the sake of Leon’s family.

“Let’s just get dressed and get this over with…then we can burn these uniforms, “Rohanna spat and rolled off the room’s only bed to grab the closest uniform.

“I agree with burning them, best to leave the memory of today far behind!” Rehanna barked as her twin tossed the other uniform hanger her way.

They both got dressed in short order and Rehanna looked at herself in the mirror, “I want this off me as fast as we can.”

“We will not linger after the funeral and meal afterwards…unless Leon’s family wants us to?” Rohanna said picking up a beautiful plant and matching pot. They were bringing this gift to the Garibaldi family over dead flowers, as Fae did not give ‘dead’ things as gifts especially when someone died…it was an insult and wished even more death on the family!

“I got the video games for Tony to play with and along with the other teens or kids there.” Rehanna added in as she picked up a box with a few hard to get games inside and one was even a pre-release that no one had. That last one was via Paige and her contacts on the net.

The pair ported away knowing the spot where everyone was going to meet up at before heading to the wake at St Patricks and then ride to the cemetery back where Leon had his home on Long Island. It was going to be a long day, but with a thousand cop car escort on the trip over to Long Island would be kind of quick…well to a point with such a long string of cars.

They both popped up a short walk from Leon’s home, they did not want to port right to the door with dozens of other cops around that might not know them and spook the lot today. They strolled down the block past a street filled with NYPD cop cars and a few other states. This was only part of who was going to show up today and this meeting was left to family and close friends only.

The twins passed by several other officers, one stared at the pair, “What are you doing here...kids all dressed up?” he barked up a question till one of their precinct house’s other cops grumbled and smacked the guy, “they were his partners, shut the fuck up!”

“Sorry…” is all he said, giving the pair a fast salut.

“Well here we are,” Rehanna said standing at the door.

“I have a pocket dimension full of tissues just for today, hope we don’t use it all.” Rohanna gave back sadly.

“We will need it surely by the end of this sad day,” Rehanna admitted back.

As they spoke the door opened as one of the other cops came out to take a smoke and he stopped at seeing the pair, “Glad you made it you two.”

“We had to LT,” Rohanna said using lieutenant Steve McGarrett’s pet name in the house.

“”Well go on inside and I made sure they had some stuff for you two to nibble at till we get to the wake after the cemetery, “ he said, lighting a cigar.

“Thanks LT, we will nibble as best we can,” Rehanna said in a strange way. Like she was not really listening to herself right now.

The pair walked into the house and found Camela making herself busy working with keeping the table covered in food neat and she would hand out plates of food to the kids from time to time.

“Hi Camela, we got this for you,” Rohanna said lifting the potted plant a bit towards eye level to better show it off, “We Fae by tradition, don’t give cut flowers at times like these we prefer things that show life.'' She explained the reason behind the choice.

“That’s really nice, I have the perfect spot for it.” she said and the pair could tell she was hiding the sadness tearing at her for the group around the house.

Camela wiped off her hands on a cloth and walked the pair over to a huge bookcase in an arts and crafts room she must use all the time, “up there it will be fine and I can water it along with the one next to it.”

“That looks great and by chance we matched the pot you already have next to it,” Rehanna admitted it really did match the existing pot and plant she had.

“I have to get back to the food and keep it all neat.” she worried out and left the pair in the room alone.

“Maybe she doesn't want us here to remind her we could have been there?” Rohanna had to ask and was shot down mid thought by Captain Wiggum just coming into the door, “DON’T YOU EVEN THINK THAT AGAIN!” he barked an absolute order at the pair.

“Cap it’s just we” Rehanna started and got shot down again, “Just we what?…should have left kids to bleed out, others die and some people not gain the gift of life because you transported the organs the families of the few that died donated to others in need?” he asked sternly.

They just stood there silently knowing he was right, “Now go say hi to Kelly, he is out back in the sunroom waiting for both of you to show up!” he ordered and both girls walked away in silence.

Rehanna led the way and they found the sunroom or screened on porch at the rear of the house, there was Kelly sitting in a large recliner next to his wife Liz and their son Jules stood behind just across the room eating a roast beef sandwich off a plate.

“Heya Kelly, are you feeling better? We heard you had a relapse and had to go in for a surgery for a blood clot in your leg?” Rohanna asked and crouched down next to him.

“I am doing better and will be back in the saddle in two weeks!” he insisted.

“He will be back on patrol and staying safe as we wait out his retirement in a year or so away.” she informed the pair of girls the plans they had.

“I like that plan, it sounds like the best thing you both could do,” Rehanna gave.

“If that leg is still bothering you? We can get one of our healers right over here and right now to take care of it far better than any human doctor can do short of chopping it off and giving you one of those new Bionics.” Rohanna wondered out loud trying to help their buddy.

“Or we can just get ya a real nice pirate peg leg and you can go all ARRRRR! matey! on them!” Rehanna laughed.

“A healer?” Liz had to ask, thinking of Kelly getting better much sooner and being at a lesser risk!

“We can get one right now, things like this are less than a band-aid to a Fae healer!” Rohanna boasted for the Matron of the grove that would be answering this call at their insistence that Kelly get only the best…the very best!

Kelly looked at his wife and gripped her hand to get a read off her feelings on the matter and she nodded back, “Let get this moving then, call this healer and lets see what we can do now before he has to do all this standing and walking around today.”

Rehanna saw what needed to be done next and went back into the main house looking for Camela. She found her hovering over the table of food just where they had last seen her and she was busy handing out cookies to the younger kids. She was crying a bit and the Drow knew why…they had no kids. Loen and her were working on that, but were having trouble…then Leon died. So she was crying at the fact that she was not going to have a child with the man she loved dearly.

“Camela?” Rehanna asked the grieving woman and she stood up wiping tear wet face, “What can I do for you?” she asked, sniffing a bit.

“Is there someplace we can have Kelly lay down for a bit and we Fae see if we can help out by healing that leg of his?”

“You can use the guest bedroom upstairs after I shoo the kids out of there for bit…they are only playing a video game on the TV up there,” she said, moving quickly and went up the stairs. Once there she went to the room on the right and started in on the kids there…mostly teens.

“We need the room for a bit, so go and eat something or grab a soda kids!” she ordered the room.

Rehanna noticed Tony, her classmate and Leon’s nephew in the room and handed him the box she was keeping till she found him and here he was, “This is for you and the kids to play with once we are done with the room.”

He opened the box and flipped through its contents of game boxes, “Ohh shoot this one is not out for another month!” he said with a grin holding up the game box, “How did you get your mitts on this?”

“We have many many connections beyond those of mere humans,” she laughed at the teen as he ran off to join his friends and show off his new treasure.

Rohanna helped Kelly up the home’s stairs while her twin was busy using the adjacent bathroom to call upon the Grove’s matron and best healer. Ro turned on the bathroom’s shower and called to her. In less than a second the Matron flowed out of the shower’s falling streams of water and bowed to the Drow.

“Do you need my services or guidance?” she asked in an ancient Fae language.

“I need you to heal a close and dear human friend of mine…I consider him and his part of my own family. So I need your best effort and hold nothing back in aiding him,” Rohanna pretty much told and ordered the Matron.

“I will do as asked, please show me your friend and I shall help,” she bowed again.

“This way.” Rohanna said while walking back into the bedroom where Rehanna was just getting Kelly all set on the bed and comfortable.

“Kelly this is the Matron of the Grove nearby my school and it's where us Fae or elves kind of head to on a regular basis.” Rehanna said while the beautiful Fae entered the room just behind her twin.

Liz was taken back by the Fae and so was Kelly, but the Matron was the first to greet them, “I am here to heal you Kelly O'Rourke.” she then nodded towards Liz, “Greeting Liz may Gaea bless your family, both you, your husband and son Jules.”

Both twins were not shocked that the Matron knew the names of the Kellys, as the pair were very very sure that more than a few pixies followed them around NYC each time they came here and even more so as they worked any day or night for or in the police department.

“Kelly you are drooling buddy,“ Rohanna laughed to his pain.

Liz snapped out of it and kind of ‘snapped’ at Kelly, “Please tell me that ladies who look like this, are not in your car while the twins work with you?”

“No honey, no one looking like that has been in the car or heck I never even met a Fae that looked like her.” Kelly quickly explained back, hoping she was not getting mad at him

“So we are not cute or beautiful Kelly?” both Drow asked in stereo feigning being offended or mad at the man.

“NO both of you are great looking!” he almost backed back

“Messing with ya and breaking your balls buddy!” Both laughed.

“Human’s sense of humor is very interesting indeed, but I need Sir Kelly to lay down so I can examine and heal him of his wounds and his health issues,” the Matorn said in a very melodic voice that charmed anyone in the room instantly, then asked Kelly as she leaned over him, “May I touch and heal you?” she had to ask permission before acting.

“Yes,“ he said back

Kelly laid back down on the bed as the Matron touched his chest for a few moments and then moved on to his injured leg, she slightly lifted his pants leg up to press a hand to his skin and healed the wound plus better repair the break in his bone there. Next she moved up his body taking a brief moment to pause at his knees, then over his back and finally down both arms and hands. Lastly she placed a palm over his eyes and nodded…”I am done here, he is better now.”

“All that for his leg?” Liz questioned all of what the healer had done.

“Yes, I also healed or repaired the damage to his knees,his back, both arms and repaired his aged hands. Then lastly I healed his eyesight that was surely lessened by his years,” the Matron smiled, then looked at LIz with a tilt of her head, “You do know that you have a case of ‘the Crimson’ ? Do you wish for me to heal that protector of the grove?” she asked the twins.

“Crimson…what is this crimson she is asking about and what is in me?” Liz asked the pair of teens.

“Liz 'crimson’ is what we Fae call cancer, we see it so rarely it's not even really seen till your skin changes to a crimson color…well changes to a crimson color in us Fae that is. You humans just get sick and die for the most part.” Rehanna explained and hoped she was not scaring the woman to death.

“Matron, humans call ‘the crimson’...cancer and where is this curse inside Liz?” Rohanna asked the Matorn and best healer the Grove had to offer.

“It seems to be in her blood purifier and blood poison remover my protector.” she smiled back, then added, “It would be best for me to touch her and be sure. Then have me treat this affliction over her using human medicine that only seems to harm, then maybe heal in cases like this.”

“What are those?” Liz asked while looking herself over like her own body betrayed her!

“That is your liver and kidney, Liz. The Grove doesn't exactly have access to human names for certain things or even cares what they are really called in human life in most cases.” Rehanna informed.

“Can she help me or do I have to get over to the doctor?” she worried back and even Kelly was looking quite scared at what the Matron had told them both.

“Ohhh I can heal ‘the crimson’ or cancer from Liz with ease.” the Matron offered even before the twins had to ask. She had heard them say that Kelly was like family and that extended to the other half of his very soul…his wife.

“Liz have a seat next to Kelly while the Matron works to heal you please,” Rohanna said while patting a spot on the bed next to Kelly who was raising up to find all the pain of his body’s many injuries gone and his vison much sharper than it had been in years if not decades!

“Honey sit and let her help you? You have to feel what she can do for ya…all my arthritis in my left hand is gone and what pain I had in my knee from college is all gone!” he explained and hugged Liz as she finally sat down.

“Do you wish me to heal you Liz?” the Matron had to ask before starting.

Liz nodded to the Fae, “Yes please.”

“I shall fix you right up, as you humans say all the time I hear,” the Matron giggled

“Matron, how do you learn of the human world beside us and the other fae kids back at the school?” Rohanna had to ask

“You think the Pixies just stay inside the grove all the time or do they exchange members from tribe to tribe to spread learning and knowledge to all, do you my protectors?” she said while keeping to her work on healing Liz

Rohanna had to inwardly chuckle thinking of a Pixie in the grove suddenly showing up with a Bronx accent or a very deep southern drawl or even a LA valley girl accent…ohh my goosh magic and gag me with a spoon!

The Matron did her work pressing against Liz’s side and belly as she worked and after a few minutes she stood up smiling, “All done and you are clean of the crimson and I healed up your achy damaged joints a bit too…may Gaea bless you and a long life.”

“Thank you Matron, we will meet you later this week back out in the grove,” Rohanna said, nodding to the Fae’s efforts in helping with her new friend's health.

“I will await you there and I will serve at the bequest of the protector's needs,” she said before stepping back into the bathroom and vanishing back into the flow of water filling the sink.

Right then as the twins came from the bathroom and speaking with the Matorn, that is when Camela came into the room, “Well it's time to go,” she said thinking the kids were still in the room playing games on the TV.

“We are all done here, Camela and Kelly is feeling much better now,” Liz said.

And all Camela could do was nod as her tears flowed again. She must be thinking ‘if only Leon had such medical care when he was hurt…he might be alive right now?’ Both Twins thought to themselves and were very torn on Leon and her not having kids being a “good thing” or “bad thing”? They just could not mentally balance that scale…having a kid go through this or not having the joy of a kid in their life at all?

Camela whipped away a tear off her face and just left the room without a word. That is when Kelly sighed for the room holding its breath, “Let us honor Leon and get through this day.” is all he said getting up from the bed and guiding Liz out of the room and the twins followed silently behind the pair.

~o~O~o~

Many sad hours later

The pair of Drow stood there at the edge of the vast group of cops and other first responders at the funeral, both thinking over the last several sad hours. A long drive from Long Island to St Pat’s cathedral, the ceremony of taking Leon’s casket from the hearst and into the vast cathedral. The even longer ceremony of his funeral there, with prayers, speeches and friends giving statements of Leon’s life…the twins gave their own words of them meeting for the first time months ago in central park one night, they gave most of the happy encounter and cut off why they had met and why the twins sought out the place.

After the ceremony inside the vast old church was done, the pair stood to the side of the assembled officers and watched on as Leon’s casket made its final trip to the hearst. They touched the stonework of the old building remembering a past that was long gone and time in their old lives that had many castles or buildings constructed just like this, the pair’s human part loved old buildings like this.

Once the casket was loaded up the procession of police cars started up and the hearst pulled away with dozens of motorcycles leading the way with lights blazing. Right behind the hearst was several limos or SUVs with the large family of Leon and as they pulled away the pair made their way to one of the many NYPD units waiting. The street was filled for a few blocks of cars from the NYPD or dozens of other departments from all over the nation…they filled the street on both sides curb to curb.

Normally Leon or Kelly would be driving the twin’s unit, but this time it was Lieutenant McGarrett from their precinct house and in the other seat was one of the rookies that just started a few months ago.

“You all set back there?” McGarrett asked the pair as he started the unit and turned on all the lights.

“All good to go back here,” Rohanna said back.

McGarrett looked over to the rookie, “Remember today and most of all remember Leon…he was a great cop, a REAL good cop.”

The new female rookie only nodded back as she had never really met Leon with her being on another shift for the most part or even shared a patrol with him.

There was nothing but silence in the unit during the ride back to Long Island and into the cemetery only a few miles from Leon’s home and even his parents place was only a few miles past even that. Once at the cemetery, the NYPD went straight into the park where Leon was to rest and the other agencies parked in the many other side streets of the huge cemetery.

The twins exited the unit and went to assemble with the rest of the precinct house nearest the grave, the rest of the NYPD around them, then farther out officers of other agencies. The twins noticed what looked to be a top of the line horse trailer parked at the end of this short road and knew instantly what it was being used for and strolled over to it.

Rohanna waved to the first centaur exiting the well appointed trailer, this trailer was more of a very nice SUV made in centaur size with a ramp for their use exiting versus a set of doors humans would use.

“Hey John, nice seeing you here and who are the rest?” Rohanna smiled at the large centaur.

“Good to see you too,” he said, brushing some loose dirt off his uniform a bit, “Sad day, but we will all get through it together.” He said giving the pair his support.

“Thanks buddy and who are these folks?” Rehanna asked about the other two centaurs walking out of the trailer.

“Well the little guy is Kevin,or Chiron is his code name” he joked to the much smaller male coming out and he flipped John the bird in reply. Kevin was half as much smaller than John but still horse size with a black coat with some brown flecked in here and there.

John then waved to the female coming out of the large trailer next that nearly matched John in size, she was nearly a draft horse in size and a deep brown coat with blond hair on her head, “She is Luna and her code name is Selenus.” she just waved back.

“Nice to meet you both,” the twins said in stereo.

They both nodded back with a smile and John spoke up, “Well we are all here…well most of us. I am proud to say we are training up two more centaurs in the academy and have leads on gain maybe three more if they take the job? I hear they want more money and that means more money for us too!” he chuckled.

“Wow, sounds like centaurs are making a comeback?” Rehanna said.

“There were more centaurs way back in Fae times?” John had to ask.

“Not telling!” the twins laughed back.

“Let's get moving and stand by and for Leon’s family” John said.

We all waited a few minutes and groups of NYPD all formed up, we Drow took to the far back lest we remind them that we might be the reason why we were all here…we might have messed up. Leon’s family took this time to collect themselves waiting in their vehicles and then came out to take their places sitting under a huge shelter-tent.

Now came the reverse of the casket being taken from the hearst and then placed onto the grave stand. Next came the ceremony, bagpipes playing, the lone bagpiper and a firing squad that killed us inneraly inside with each volley…it brought back memories inside the old human Jack, with him laying his mom and dad to rest after their car accident.

There were last words from many people including the governor and the saddest part…the chief of the NYPD giving Leon’s grieving wife that folded flag, this part nearly killed the last parts of the old human Jack...he had sat right in that same spot taking his fathers folded flag.

Once the sad process was over Captain Wiggum pulled us aside, “Tom the commish wants to talk with you both for a few…if you want to that is? I or he will not force the issue today.”

“No problem we have time for the chief,” Rehanna said and we both agreed mentally.

“Fine, let me go get him and I’ll be right back.” Wiggums said walking away.

WE drifted across the cemetery thinking that if the commissioner wanted to talk to us both here and now? It must be either very important or he wanted our talk away from prying eyes and ears of who knows what persons or organizations outside of the PD!

Rehanna thought of what people or organizations might want to hear what the commissioner said to the pair, one was anyone connected to the four that had tried to kill them, another was anyone connected to that kidnapper mess they got in the middle of or lastly “the syndicate” was a big one!

The commissioner came walking over to us leaving his security detail behind and only Wiggums
was with him, “Clancy, can we talk alone please?” he asked the captain and Wiggum nodded and with a small salut left us alone.

“Commissioner, what did you need?” Rehanna asked while Rohanna spent her time looking around the area for spies or anyone from the press watching on.

“Can you use one of the great spells I hear about that hides us to all and what we say or do?” he asked and without even a pause Rehanna nodded, then spun up a spell in the form of a glowing ball that she tossed up. The spell went to work unwinding and fell like a dome over the three and blocked out all sound that came from inside and even blurred out their forms so lip readers would have zero chance to work out what was said.

“We are all covered,” Rohanna smiled.

“I might have to ask how you do that someday?” he grinned.

“We can place that same spell on an item for you…for a small fee that is?” the twins offered in stereo.

“Ohhh I might take you up on that for some money versus a favor, as I have heard what owing you both a favor might mean!” he laughed back, “But I have some bad news girls.”

When Rohanna heard that she spun around real quick to make sure no one was sneaking up on them to attack them or take them to jail for the mess with the kidnappers! “What is that chief?” Rehanna asked not taking her eyes off Tom and make sure she could tell if he lied.

“Well…” he started, “the woman that tried to shoot you…the one where you killed her partner.” When he said that, both twins readied a port, both were scared this was it and they were heading to jail!

But the commissioner kept talking in a friendly tone, “She is missing, as in missed her last court date and they found her home totally cleaned from top to bottom…they even tore up the carpets and painted all the walls including the ceilings. I am very sure she is very dead.”

“Hummm not really that bad news chief, we can live with that, “ Rehanna said.

“That is not all girls,” he admitted.

“This does not sound good at all.” Rehanna added in next.

“The two men that killed Leon are dead as of three nights ago.” he said with a sigh.

“Ohhhh fuck no!” both shouted in stereo.

“Yes the explosives man was found in this bed dead with a broken neck and his bunkmate was stabbed to death before anyone could even ask him a question. Then the porter was found poisoned in his single room cell…him being in a single room made to block his powers and normally we use that cell houses eight prisoners. But in this case we wanted him alone so one one else could get at him. So after his dinner, he was found dead of poison and so were five other mutant prisoners housed on the same block.”

“How?” Rehanna asked, wondering how a man got poisoned under such intense levels of guards and checks for that type of stuff!

“Whoever this was not even close to stupid, they added certain chemicals to this item or that and held to a list of knowing what this porter liked to eat and timed his meals thusly. He orders the right stuff in combination and BANG…DEAD along with those other five prisoners in the same block that accidently choose the same food items to eat that night. It seems they poisoned it all in some part, but a combo of a certain three or four combined was the magic number and those who ate that combo woke up very dead. We are checking into the kitchen staff and food providers…all so far are a dead end.” he admitted.

“So they are both dead, but did we get an ID on either one?”

“Nope, no fingerprints on file and if there were prints they are not in the system or were erased or removed somehow and DNA is the same deadend. Both died without giving us their names or any contacts they had. Our only lead is that attorney that both attacks had incommon and he is not very chatty at all with the department or the DA!” the chief grumbled angrily.

“Great so we have no idea who was trying to kill us now?” Rohanna barked.

“You know as well as I do after that mess over in Jersy with the human traffickers, this only could be ‘the Syndicut’ on some level, as they are the only group this big or well enough organized to be this much of a threat. BUT I am betting they are all done attacking you both and are just cleaning house on several levels and I believe this because it's been weeks since they last tried to get at you!”

“Any other news?” Rehanna had to ask as she cursed under her breath in Drow at not being able to tear the men that killed Leon apart herself!

“They tried a half assed attempt at killing or retaking your ex-roommate Missy, the one from the…” he started but Rhanna interrupted him “We know who she is and where we met her!” she barked out angrily and just as quickly stopped.

Rehanna spoke next, “So what are you doing about it? Why is not with her family back in the midwest someplace?”

“One she did not want to go back and told us her dad would beat her to death, then add even worse, that she would just run away again the day she got back home. Next add in that, she was staying here locally to appear for the many trials we have going on.” he reasoned.

“So what are you or the department or DA going to do to protect her now?”

“How about some good news…she moves in with you for a few months and we pay for it?” he offered.

“The pay is nothing, but I have a really good idea. Even though she is not a mutant, can we have her stay at our school? She would be REAL safe there behind an army of guards and her fellow students are powerful enough to scare nations when they are in a group, a group that is mad at one for daring to attack a fellow student!”

“I can get behind that idea or option and offer letters from my department or the DA asking for assistance from your school's leadership, I am sure they will take such a request as a real favor I will owe them someday?” he offered and lastly questioned.

The pair laughed, “You think owing us a favor is bad?” they both grinned, “wait till you deal with Mrs. Carson, the one running our school!”

The chief laughed, “Noted, I have to guess she is one formable woman…I am sure I saw her name on some of the paperwork the school gave me to clear you to join us?”

“I am sure she was named on all that paperwork someplace, as she is not one to let us poor Drow to run rampant all over the world unchecked or at least untracked.” Rehanna had to giggle back.

“Nice, but I have one small favor to ask of you,” he asked.

“MUHAHAHHAA he is asking for a ‘favor’ we have him now!” Rohanna jested evilly while doing the evil mastermind pinky finger to mouth act.

“Pay no mind to my twin, she is just being funny. So go on, we are listening,” Rehanna chuckled.

“I want you both to assist in moving a prisoner tomorrow to ‘the block’ ultra-max just outside of the city, where he will wait for his punishment.”

“What one?” Rehanna had to ask.

“Force Fist.” the chief spat out the name and anyone could tell he personally hated the man.

“WOW, three years ago that guy killed like five cops, two supers and well over fifty people while trying to rob what was it…four banks and the gold depository downtown!” Rohanna said, running off a short list of the man’s crimes.

“Yep and if his appeal falls through? He will have the choice of death by disintegration, full mind wipe or death by injection…and that last one might take several days to kill him!” Rehanna joined in listing off the reasons why the man was being transferred to an ultra-max that was the basic death row for supers or mutants on the east coast.

“I want you both there because you are an unknown to him and anyone that is feeding him info and with no one knowing your skills or powers they don’t know what to do to stop you from getting him to his final home…a box or dust I hope!” he growled a bit remembering having to attend five funerals of HIS officers.

“We get that, but if he tries to escape or we are attacked en route?” Rohanna has to ask for the limits of what they could do.

“I’ll sign off on this in writing…he is not to escape and if he has to die to stop him, then he chose that fate. As for defense of yourself or other NYPD personnel, you can do anything to save those lives or civilian lives and that means any attackers are in the same boat as mr force fist.” he explained and promised what he was going to do for the pair paperwork wise.

“I’ll say it…you really want this guy to get to prison or hell in his case. One way or another he is meeting that maker it seems?” Rehanna gave her opinion of the matter at hand.

“Now tell us the plan, we gotta know what we are getting into before we agree to anything.” Rohanna stated and got ready to take several mental notes.

“You meet up with an armored transport down at central booking and holding and that van is disguised to look like a simple UPS truck, just a bit bigger. There will be two other officers handling the transit with you and in the van…both hand picked by me. The rest is just the trip over to Ultra-max”

“Armor on the van?” Rehanna asked.

“Over three inch composite, just short of a light tank or infantry fighting vehicle.”

“Armaments?” was her next question.

“None, can’t have that in my city and falling into the wrong hands.”

“Who or what is driving this thing?”

“Two more hand chosen officers, they will be locked up front and not know the route till seconds before they pull out of the sallyport via the regular parking garage connection”

“Any other security protocols?”

“Yes, besides your ride looking like a UPS van, there will be four others leaving the sallyport at the same time. One will try to look like “the van” by leaving the sallyport straight out. The other three will group up with you, then suddenly split up and headout to other routes that lead to the same destination.”

“Anything else?”

“Well the van will have electronics blockers installed on it and Force Fist will have a mutant powers suppression unit for him and one more in the back of the van as extra insurance. That is one reason why I want both of you, you don’t have any mutant powers we or anyone can really block or nullify. You are Fae and thus use magic…sure we can block some of that magical flow, but in your case you’d bust out long before it works well enough to even slow you both down. Yes I studied your ARC jackets fully and understand the basics of what makes a Drow tick per say.”

Rehanna had to smirk at that last statement, “Even ARC does not know how we Drow really tick, they guessed at best!”

The chief laughed, “Yes I bet they did make wild ass guesses on many parts, but will you take the job for me?”

“Yes we will take the job, you obviously need us and can’t really find or trust any other supers not to mess this up or maybe let the guy go for a huge payout!” Rehaanna said

“And then Yankees season tickets for a suite that can seat ten of our friends and us sounds really nice for a reason?” Rohanna asked about payment with a wicked grin.

“I’ll look into it.” he offered, “but I have to get going,” he said, handing them a sealed envelope, “Open this when you get there for the names of who is with you and it also contains that letter I mentioned before on his not escaping alive.”

Rohanna took the envelope from the chief’s hand, “We got this.”

“Thanks again,” and he left them both to walk back to his SUV.

~o~O~o~

That afternoon at Whateley

Kevin walked into the entrance of Hawthorne cottage and waved to one of the Resident advisors then went right down the stairs to the basement. He hooked a right and went towards a door at the end of the hallway, past the spookiest door in the school that used to belong to Sara. He had never met the girl or GOO but the room still gave one the creeps…it was like this ‘feeling’ he got from it and like he was meant to fight or do battle with whatever might be inside it!

He arrived at the room next door and the lock clicked open for him, “You must really need something done in secret big time to come over and see me without calling first?” a disembodied voice said from the speaker built into the door’s lock and doorbell camera panel.

With the door open, he walked in and plopped into a huge comfy chair in the room overlooking a girl lying in a cybercouch across the room, she was not moving one bit. Kevin knew she was deep inside the world net and this one girl ruled the world of the electron!

“What can I do for ya Kevin?” a voice in the room asked.

“I need you to trace a call for me…ahhh one that the twins got a few days back AND we need to keep this just between us.” he sighed.

“ME lie or hide something from them?” she spat a bit mad at concealing something from trusted friends like the pair of Drow.

“They were acting really weird after the call…like robots Paige…like puppets. I think something is very wrong and we need to keep this secret VERY secret!” he asked…no begged the cyber guru!

“Let me guess the call came over their bunny phone?” she asked via a speaker then sat up on the couch, “You know that is bad if it did?” she asked in a soft voice of her own.

“Why?” he asked, not knowing the phone too well past the fact that the twins got one for him and used a connection to even get the phone for him as EVERYONE on campus and off wanted one!

“The darn things are unhackable and untraceable. The code, the math used to encrypt the calls and the phone were made by Sara the GOO that used to live down the hallway from this room. That math equation alone would fill every book in the library here and the one up at ARC…I’d bet over a million huge books, just page after page of pure numbers!” She explained the issues to his pain.

“Is there anyone else that can crack it? One you trust or I know?” he asked, a bit defeated.

“There is only one I can think of?” she pondered for a second.

“WHO?” he asked as his hopes climbed to find out about this potential mess.

“Kyley…she is a GOO and is the school’s best math wiz and leads the gate mathematics team for ARC and the school.”

“Call her for me? I don’t really know her.” he asked.

“You think I know her? But I will call her for you and maybe she will come over and at least chat with us over this mess?” Page said tapping away at her keyboard to make the call and it only took a short set of questions to get Kyley to agree to come right over between her math class and the Gate travel program that she led.

It was not even ten minutes before Paige was opening the door for the tall blonde, “Heya Kyley, I really never met you before today? I just passed by you around campus or down in Dunwich all the time.” she admitted.

“Not a real issue, we don’t really got__classes,” she said, trying to make sure her english was proper.

“Heya Ky,” Kevin said.

“Humm I only see you now and then, when you come over to hang out with the twins or the other Fae over at Poe cottage.” Ky smiled as Kevin got up to give her his seat…the only other seat in the room.

“Yaaa I am kind of on a mission when I go over there to your place.” he admitted to not really wanting to chat with the other residents of Poe.

“Not problem. So what you need me for?” she said in the best english she could wrangle right now around new people.

“I have to ask that you keep this secret, this whole meeting and what we discussed?” he asked.

“I have many secrets, more than you could even dream about so having one more is nothing…what do you need again?” she grinned and if they did not know her it was that ‘creepy’ grin that scared many people…a knowing grin that could cut deep into a person's ‘calmness’!

“We need you to crack this.” Paige said as she put the encryption program on one of the huge monitors of the room.

“Make it as fast as it can please?”

Paige did as asked and even with her BEAST of a computer system working as best and fast as it could, it still was barely able to show the encryption! Yes, the math of this was just that large. The whole process took over fifteen minutes.

Kyley blinked, more like blinked to show she was a bit more human or at least human like, “Well that is certainly hard one, a equation made___ one of us GOO…let me guess…Sara?”

“Yes,” is all Paige could muster right now, sad about the loss or temporary loss of a close friend and love of her life.

“Why need?”

“I need to crack this…it's what is protecting the bunny phones and yes Sara made it.” Kevin answered for both of them.

“Let guess, this is about the twins?” Kyley had to ask.

“Yes and I hope it's not bad?”Kevin sighed back.

“When is good with them…trouble magnets I think call it?” she said back a bit slowly while thinking of the correct words to use.

“They or we Drow certainly are and yes it's for them,“ Kevin admitted.

“Fine, then I will do!’ Ky happily grinned again and she pondered the needed equation to crack the encryption on the phone for about one second internally, then tapped out a fast string of numbers and symbols on the keyboard that opened the phone’s whole system to Paige…”Done!” she said simply.

Paige made quick work of Kevin’s request by connecting her system to the bunny phone network and then into the twin’s phone and lastly she looked for a call about the time he had mentioned. It was easy to find as the twins don’t exactly make or get a ton of calls! Why call when you can teleport right there and talk to the person…you know IN person!

It was not too many clicks of her keyboard before Paige had Kevin’s answer, “The call was from Ellena Blackwood and I can see here that she works for….” she started.

“She works for ARC,” Kyley finished for the cybergodess.

“You know her?” Kevin asked.

“Yes, she asked me to translate a few books written by Fae and sidhe, I told her no to her request on most of them and that if I finished the task for her…it would only lead to tears and death. She did not like or understand my rather simple warning.” Kyley said and very strangely she used perfect english as if both Paige and Kevin understanding each of her words was very important!

“What books did she ask for you to translate and what or why did you not want to do them for her?”

“I will not tell you what titles, but I can tell you that most of those books came from Whateley’s deep library the one humans can not cope mentally or physically with and the rest would have come from the Medawihla tribal vault…the very bad one that no humans should ever go into.”

Paige looked a little puzzled at what Kyley had just said, “Whateley has a deep library?”

“Yes…the complex goes over ten floors down__ that__all I can tell you.” she gave.

“I wonder if I should talk to her?” Kevin pondered out loud.

“I would not, it could be dangerous…I can’ say more.” is all Kyley said standing up to walk to the door, “But most of all I would not tell the twins…it would ruin__trust” and she left.

~o~O~o~

Next Morning VERY early!

Drow might only need a few hours of sleep per week, but climbing out of a warm bed when you want to snuggle all day is still a pain! Both Drow headed out of Whateley at three AM to make the bike ride into NYC and make the six AM roll out of the prisoner escort that the commish had asked them to do. It was a trip of a few hundred miles and to say the twins were speeding was an understatement. As at this time in the morning there was no one on the highways and they knew where the cops hid out because of that sweet overwatch that CyberKitty provided for them!

“Let's stop for breakfast?” Rehanna asked mentally.

“Fine by me there is a Waffle World at this off ramp.” her twin mentally suggested back.

“Waffel World and four AM….ohh this should be a good one, considering the place is INFAMOUS for late night riots and brawls!”

The pair rode off the highway down an off-ramp and made a lazy right turn that led right into the Waffle World parking lot. They parked their bikes right in front in full view of the building's long floor to ceiling windows and the blazing yellow sign of “Waffle World” filled the area with that strange color.

Rehanna took off her helmet and placed it on her tank, then swung her leg off the bike. “I am so going for the pecan waffles and a ton of hash browns!”

“I’d rather go for the peanut butter one and hashbrowns,” her twin said walking towards the restaurant door as she shimmied out of leathers and then tied the top part by the sleeves at the beltline Rohanna did the same, as it was the only thing you could do in full riding leathers!

Once they got in, a waiter slid them two menus across the diner top, “Booth five please and I will be right with you in a few” he said and picked up a few plates to go drop them off at other customers at the end of the restaurant who were starting to get more than rowdy!

The teens did not have long to wait till the waiter came over to ask about their food order and they gave the simple order, but had to repeat it a few times over the din the dinners at the end of the restaurant were putting out.

It was not too long before the waiter showed up with the twins plates and set them down and Rohanna spoke up, “MMMMM this is going to be good and thanks…but could you send us this same order in about fifteen minutes we are HUNGRY! Then we need an extra plate too.”

“Why?’ the waiter asked.

“Just to use to portion off a bit of this fine food as we eat.” the waiter nodded and walked off as he was used to strange requests. It was not even e amin before he came back and dropped off the plate. With no one looking, the twins sliced off a small part of a waffle and drowned it in syrup on the new plate…all for the pixies!

As the twins ate, the other patrons at the end of the restaurant got even rowdier and rowdier, to the point they were messing with the waiter. Finally the night manager came over to the tables of the rabble rousers.

“I have to ask if you can all pay for your meals and leave now.” she asked the group of fourteen.

All she got back was very colorful language and shouts “you can’t do that”...”What are you racist” they said even though the group had EVERY race in it!

Rehanna shook her head to the whole thing as it grew worse and worse, to the point where the group wanted free food and since they had partly paid already they wanted a refund…and RIGHT NOW!

The twins kept to eating their food, waiting till it got so bad they could not ignore them and the pair jumping in right now, showing badges, getting in folks faces would not improve the worsening situation. As the Drow looked like kids and were WAY out of their jurisdiction!

As a group, the loud group headed to the dinner’s cashier and started with the young girl stationed there and soon enough fists started to fly! So Rohanna stood up knowing she had to stop this mess, "HEY WIND IT DOWN AND JUST LEAVE!” she shouted an order to the pack.

That is when one of the crazed girls in the group tossed a steel chair aimed right at Rohanna. Rehanna acted out of instinct and did not even turn her head around to see the incoming threat, she was still chowing down on her plate as the metal chair flew towards her twin and straight at her own back. She looked at the flying chair with her twin’s eyes via their link, reached out with her left hand and snatched the flying chair right out of the air by the tip of its leg. Then she dropped and grabbed it a few times to lower the chair towards the floor. Next she finally set the chair gently down and slid it into a spot at the table like a normal chair.

Rehanna spun around in her bench seat now with the plate of food in her left hand and still eating the hashbrowns with the right. She grinned evilly through a mouthful of food, “You better all leave before I finish this…or I will get up and beat you for messing up my breakfast!” anyone could tell she was only a few bites away from cleaning the plate

The howls of surprise and amazement filled the dinner, “Ohhh she snatched that shit right out of the air!”...”She did not even look at it and still caught it!”...”Best not mess with that!”...”they must be mutants!”...”Let's get out of here before they get really angry and beat us all to death!”

With all do haste the group started leaving and paying for their meals…all silently! One even left an extra twenty dollars to help cover the twins check and he nodded respectfully towards the pair as the group almost spun tires to leave!

Rohanna let out a satisfied sigh of being full and nodded to her twin it was time to go. They both rose and took the check with them over to the cashier and paid, next they gave the cashier, waiter, and cook one hundred bucks each for all the crazy that had just happened, “You all have a nice day and maybe treat yourselves to something on us?” is all they said leaving the dinner.

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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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