The Vampire's Kiss (Other World Series Book 1) by Ramona Gray Read Free Book Online

laughed.  “Pixie’s are rotten little
creatures, Abby.  Trust me, there is no shortage of them and one less in the
world will be a blessing.  She’ll probably bite you the minute you free her
anyway.  They hate humans.”
    “So that means I should leave her to die?” 
Abby glared at her.
    “Eone’s right.”  Val spoke quietly from
behind her.  “Pixie’s are never alone.  The fact that none of her own kind have
come forward to help her, means there is something wrong with her.  Leave her
to her fate.”
    Eone took her arm and began to lead her
away from the pixie.  “Come, Abby.  It is not safe for you to be here in the
woods alone.”
    With a surprising show of strength, Abigail
pulled her arm free and darted back to the spider’s web.  Before Eone or Val
could stop her she had ripped the pixie free of the web and, carrying her
loosely in one hand, marched back to the campsite.
    She sat down on the log beside the fire and
began to carefully untangle the long strands of web from the pixie’s small
body.  The pixie lay silently in her hand, staring distrustfully at her as the
others gathered around.
    “Ugh.  A pixie.”  Erin’s nose wrinkled with
disgust.  “They’re such vile little things.”
    Maria sat down beside her.  “Where did you
find it?”
    “It was trapped in a spider’s web.”  Abby
said distractedly.  She was trying to remove the sticky web from the delicate
wings and she was worried that she would tear the wing right from her back.
    The pixie winced and her mouth opened in
pain but no sound came out.
    “I’m sorry, little one.”  Abigail whispered
softly. 
    “Here.”  Maria had left and returned with a
damp cloth.  Abigail swiped it gently across the pixie’s wings.  It helped to
loosen the web, and she carefully peeled the strands away from her wings before
starting to work on the sticky strands that bound her arms and legs.
    “You should have left it in the web to
die.”  Bert peered at the pixie disinterestedly.  “They’re nothing but pests.”
    “Be quiet, Bert!”  Menora, a soft and quiet
woman who hadn’t said more than five words to Abby, said sharply.  “You’re such
a dick sometimes.”
    Landon spoke from his spot by the fire. 
“I’ve heard that pixie’s are good luck.”
    “They’re not.”  David said flatly.  “Bert’s
right – they’re annoying pests.”
    Abigail ignored them all and continued to
unwind the strands from the pixie.  After about fifteen minutes, the small
creature was completely free of the strands.  She continued to lie in the palm
of Abby’s hand and Abby frowned.
    “Maybe she needs some water.  She was
struggling so much.  She must be thirsty.”
    Without speaking Neil brought her a cup of
water and Abby dipped her finger into it.  She held it over the pixie and let a
small drop splash on to her face.  The pixie flinched and glared at her.
    “I’m sorry.”  Abby smiled at her.  “I
thought you might be thirsty.”
    The pixie stood up, her bare feet resting
steadily against Abby’s palm, and cupped her hands.  Abigail dipped her finger
into the cup of water again and shook another drop of water from her finger
into the pixie’s hands.  The pixie drank deeply from her cupped hands, and
Abigail gasped with delight when she shook herself and her wings unfurled from
her body.
    She fluttered them rapidly back and forth
and her body rose a few inches from Abby’s palm.  She hovered like a humming
bird for a second or two as her tiny body began to glow, and then suddenly
darted into the night sky.  She rose higher and Abby followed the tiny glowing
light until it disappeared into the trees.
    “Ungrateful little slug.”  Bert said but
Abigail just shrugged and turned back to staring into the fire.  The pixie had
driven thoughts of Val from her mind for the first time in days, but already
she could feel him squirming back into her brain like an itch she couldn’t
scratch.
    Oh he could