The Mina Marley Chronicles II: Sex, Magick and Power

By Deborah.C. Foulkes

The Lord of the Manor has returned to Supton and goes by the name Sebastian Daniels. The man that stands before me is nothing like the myth and I find myself growing fond of his company. With Micka gone, I have to try and learn to live without him and there is one other secret to be told. My mother was not human, so what am I? And why have they kept it from me?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deborah.C. Foulkes
• Release date: May 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301562084

Deborah.C. Foulkes

From North Yorkshire living under the shadow of a medieval abbey I use the building as a centre to create a fantasy world about Gods,Angels and Demons. I am heavily influenced by the Brothers Grimm, Stephen King and James Herbert. I also live with my daughter who has an uncanny ability to talk to animals and my neurotic cat.

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Micka and Me:

Sex, Magick and Power

By

Deborah. C. Foulkes

Copyright 2012 Deborah.C. Foulkes

Smashwords Edition

9781301562084

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This book may not be reproduced, copied without consent from the author.

All characters are the figment of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to person’s real or otherwise is coincidence. This is a pure work of fiction.

Dedications

This book is dedicated to my family who are always my constants. My friends who are always quick to pick me up when things get difficult.

And of course my beloved only child and daughter Shannon.

Part Two

Pandora’s Box

Phone Conversation between Uz and Ray 1st November 1500hrs

Ray: ‘Talk to me. If they are not at the Hall then where have they both gone?

Uzrel: ‘I swear I have no idea. We have the bodies of Williamina and Wayne Dodds, everyone else has fled and all we’ve found of Mina is a pile of wet clothes.

Ray: ‘He’s taken her... I told you this would happen...Micka has stolen my daughter’

Uzrel:‘Wake up, Raejoel, Mina would follow Micka blindly anywhere…Raejoel...HE has arrived. I have to go’

Ray: ‘What do you mean...? Uzrel...damn it’

Mina’s Online Blog 1st November 2300hrs

We both crash through my front door and I almost trip on my already torn dress. Between frenzied kisses we have managed to work our way up the stairs to my flat. I force myself to pull away from his grasp, merely to try and regain some control, because my legs are about to give up on me. I have never felt anything like this. The heat and the burning desire is immense. I never knew it existed outside of a Mills and Boon.

Taking Micka’s hand I lead him towards my bedroom and I see a flicker of uncertainty. He’s nervous, but I know he wants this. Jesus, I can feel he wants it when I’m pressed up against him. I am like a kid at Christmas who can’t wait to unwrap their gifts.

I pull him on top of me on the bed and I feel his body shaking and I find I am just as nervous, even though it’s far from my first time. Although, for someone who is inexperienced, his kisses don’t seem to have any problems knowing where they are going as they move down my neck to where he has pushed the flimsy material away from my breast. With his tongue moving over my nipples I am already on the cusp of explosion. The pure chemistry between us is beyond reason and there is nothing I can do to stop any form of reaction. I am literally begging my body to not give in, because I want us to experience the eventual explosion together.

Arching my back and raising my knees, I reach down and grab at the denim of his jeans to try and pull him closer. I need him closer, much closer. Already his hardness presses against me and with an inward smile I know I am not going to be disappointed.

My name leaves his lips and his mine. After months of restraint I can finally call out his name without offending. He moves into a kneeling position and I feel suddenly colder and I am eager to keep him close. He pulls the shirt from his back and I sit up so I can trace my finger over his tattoos up his arms, down his chest, finally resting at his navel. The heat that exudes from him warms my hands and I just want him on top of me.

My heart is pounding hard as I my hand rest on the button of his jeans and it’s as though he too is holding his breath. I look in his eyes and his pupils are wide and expectant. This is new for him. He will have no idea why or what his body is doing, but nature will lead the way. It’s like Pandora’s Box, once opened there would be no going back. Giving him a teasing smile I pull it open and lifting up my dress I pull him back on top of me.

Knock! Knock!

Ignore it I tell myself. ‘Don’t stop,’ I whisper to him.

Knock! Knock!

Micka stops just as he is about to succumb to me and make us one. He looks at the door and I see something flicker in his eyes that I can’t quite make out. We both rise from the bed, flustered and breathless and I take hold of the dagger, while Micka adjusts himself. I cling on to him as we make our way into my lounge. He’s nervous and if he’s nervous then so should I. There is something behind that door that’s going to change things. I can feel it.

‘Mina, it’s your father.’

‘Typical’ I hiss. ‘It’s open,’ I shout.

The door opens and my father and Uz enter, with one other. The stranger is the same height as Micka, but in his black suit, he holds power and presence. His eyes are dark and deep set and where Micka has thick, what we call bed hair, the stranger’s is shaved and tidy.

I hadn’t realised it, but I have moved from Micka’s side and he still has my hand, but soon lets it go as I move away. The stranger looks at Micka and me with a mixture of disappointment and annoyance and I can’t understand why.

‘Why didn’t you tell us you’d found her?’ Uz asks.

‘They were a few problems, we have just returned,’ Micka answers, his voice still a little unsteady.

‘You are needed elsewhere,’ Uz says.

I turn quickly and I see that tears are filling Micka’s eyes just before he disappears.

‘You could have thanked him,’ I snap. ‘He nearly died saving me.’

The stranger starts to laugh. ‘Yes Uzrel, where are your manners? Mina is right; you should thank him for all he’s done.’

‘And you are?’ I ask.

‘Mina!’ my father warns.

‘I am Sebastian Daniels or more affectionately known as the Lord of the Manor.’

I take his outstretched out hand and shake it. So this him. It’s funny I don’t remember him looking like he does now. But then a child’s view is always different.

‘It’s not safe for you to be here alone for the time being. I have asked your father if it is ok for you to stay with me. I have plenty of room.’

‘I’m fine here. I have Mi...my friends.’

‘Mina, show some gratitude,’ my father hisses.

‘Ray, its fine. At least stay tonight, plus there is apparently some unfinished business to deal with.’

A look passes between my father and this Sebastian. I nod in agreement and smiling Sebastian and Uz leave. My father looks me up and down in disgust and I hate it. I have had disapproving, disappointed, but never disgusted.

‘You had better clean yourself up,’ he snaps and then he too leaves.

Alone in the flat I wait for Micka to return, but of course I know he won’t. I go to my bedroom and allow my black dress to fall on the bedroom floor. I stand and look at my dishevelled bed. My body tenses with sexual excitement once more at the fresh memory.

Stop it! I need to control myself, because deep down I sense that this is not over. This Sebastian Daniels is going to change things. Why else would he have been stood in my front room with my father and Uz, which in itself doesn’t fill me with confidence. So reluctantly I go to the bathroom and start to wash Micka’s smell from my skin and put on fresh clothes.

****

I have never seen anything like it. In the entrance hall there is a sweeping staircase, which reminds me of a scene from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. I would look good in that yellow ball gown descending those stairs. I quickly shake the thought from my mind as a small balding man that I now know as Clegg comes up from behind. He leads me towards some double doors which he opens.

To my surprise the room is full of people I did not expect, Nanna Christine for one. My father stands proudly and Sebastian is sitting beside a burning fire. I spy Micka in a corner. He is now wearing a black suit and his eyes are straight ahead. I desperately want him to look at me, but it’s as though I’ve not even entered the room. There is also Uz, who wears a small smirk on his face and what looks like a ten year old boy all dressed the same.

‘Mina, welcome, can Clegg get you something to drink?’ Sebastian asks.

‘I’m fine,’ I say. ‘What’s going on?’

My father steps forward. ‘Your mother liked to call them your Godparents. These are the four chosen to take care of your every need. But Williamina’s action has caused us to decide that you should release them from their vows.’

‘I don’t understand?’ I say.

‘You not a child anymore, so they are not really needed.’

My insides turn uneasily. ‘Err ok,’ I whisper.

‘We should explain Christine,’ my father starts.

‘Fairies may be the lowest of the low when it comes to the order of angels, but I am quite capable of explaining myself,’ Christine snaps, before turning to me. ‘Mina, darling, although I wish I was, I am not your Godmother, the angel that is, uses my voice.’

‘The one who keeps my future?’

Christine nods. ‘Don’t ask me why you don’t see her like the others; all I know is her name is Lorreli.’

‘Do you know about Aaron and me?’

Christine glances over my shoulder to where my father and Sebastian are, before shaking her head.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Mina you have to let Lorreli go,’ my father pushes.

‘What am I supposed to say Lorreli I release you’ I snap.

‘She’s gone,’ Christine says after a moment.

I am a little puzzled and suspicious that it can be that easy, especially since the bond I have with Micka feels so strong. Next the boy steps in front of me and smiles. The suit looks far too big and I keep from pinching his cheeks because of his cuteness. He has a head of white blond hair and large blue eyes.

‘I am Cladiel. I brought friendship and love into your life,’ he smiles.

‘Like cupid?’ Cladiel laughs at my comment. Such a grown up laugh for one so young. ‘So did you bring Jimmy into my life?’

‘You had to learn some lessons and Jimmy was one of them.’

The maturity of him throws me slightly. ‘Ok, well I suppose I say thank you and Cladiel, I release you.’

I glance behind me at where Sebastian is sitting crossed legged looking at me curiously. I feel like I am being slowly stripped and I suddenly feel exposed. Uz steps in front of me and we look at each other evenly.

‘Well, I did my best to advise you.’

‘And I did my best not to listen. Uzriel, I ...’

‘I am not going anywhere. I am still needed. I have been asked to remain and replace Williamina as your Guardian,’ He smirks.

‘Oh the joys,’ I sigh.

Uz moves away and Micka takes his place and I feel myself going into a panic.

‘I still need protecting,’ I say.

‘You no longer need your protector, you proved it last night when you saved his life,’ my father says.

‘Tell him, Micka. Tell him that I still need you,’ I almost beg. I turn to my father in desperation. ‘Don’t make me do this. I will never forgive you if you do.’

Now Sebastian gets to his feet. ‘Maybe if Uzrel is still needed then the Militant can stay with her too.’

I have no idea why he’s being so kind, but I appreciate it. Micka’s eyes are still on the floor and I still can’t get him to look me in the eye.

‘Forgive me, but Mina is still my daughter and I say what’s best for her,’ my father says.

‘Micka?’ I reach out for his hand, but he pulls away. He finally looks up at me with cold eyes and it’s as though the past few months have never happened. He holds his head high.

‘My name is Micka, I was assigned as your protector.’

Hurt and anger rips through me causing me to slap him hard across the face.

‘How dare you do this to me? After everything you said. After what we nearly...please Micka don’t do this.’

‘My name is Micka and I am your assigned protector. You must release me from my vow,’ he repeats mechanically.

I shake my head. ‘I am not letting him go, and you can’t make me do it. I love him. I’m in love with him.’

I see Sebastian shoot a glance at my father, who looks a mixture of furious and scared. Although it’s barely noticed Micka does respond to my words, but I am disappointed. I wanted the words to make a difference.

‘Fine,’ my father says, ‘if you don’t release him then he will let you go. Micka do it.’

Micka catches my eye and there I see the old Micka. The one who I know loves me and suddenly hope fills me. He now knows how I feel. I have just told the whole room and I pray that he may just fight for me.

‘Micka, remember what happens when you disobey,’ my father threatens.

At his words, Micka pulls from his jacket a large silver knife and giving me a look that says two different things, he slides it across his tattoo, which causes me to collapse in pain on to the floor.

****

I wake up in a large four poster bed and I am startled to see Sebastian dressed casually sitting in a chair beside me. There is real concern in his eyes.

‘How you feeling?’

‘Empty,’ I blurt out.

‘I apologise for what happened. Ray could have handled things better.’

‘Well it comes to me then he knows no other way, but the cruel way,’ I answer lifting myself up. I flinch and see that though sore, my birthmark still remains.

‘I would have let the Militant stay if it were up to me. After all, I can see the appeal. I understand the attachment.’

‘Who are you?’ I ask.

‘I told you.’

‘Yes I know, Lord of the Manor shit, but why do I get the feeling I am involved?’

‘I like you Mina, I remember you being a very obstinate child and from what I can see you have grown into a strong woman. Plus, Mina’s is this town’s haven and this town is my responsibility. So I was kind of hoping you and I could work together to repair the damage caused.’

‘And what do you want from me?’

‘Well maybe your soul once Clegg draws up the contract.’ He laughs at my face. ‘It’s a joke. Look, all I want is whatever you have to give me. Nothing more and nothing less.’

He gets to his feet and tells me to rest and before I know I have fallen into a dreamless sleep.

Being Human

Tannini’s Journal 2nd November 0130 hrs

You would not believe the relief