Monday, September 24, 2012
Overlord Legacy - Chapter Twelve - Quite Supernatural
Oliver Portland says goodbye to his last client of the day, then returns to his desk to clean up some paperwork. It wasn't as hectic today as it has been the last few days. With graduation and prom being back to back, Oliver had been all booked up with makeovers. Fortunately things should start slowing down now.
Saying goodbye to his coworkers, Oliver takes one more look around the salon to see that everything's in place. He stops to look into the mirror, something he is careful not to do when other people are around.
It's an interesting challenge to be a vampire working in a salon - so many mirrors to avoid, as nobody can see his reflection in them, a dead giveaway to his vampire nature. Oliver has managed to conceal his identity for the most part. Every morning he applies a special tanning lotion all over his body, a tedious process that allows his skin to look normal at least until evening. He's also learned how to retract his fangs to look like normal human teeth - it's extremely painful and takes much concentrated effort, but he's figured it out. Vampires are more accepted in Moonlight Falls than any other city (with perhaps the exception of Bridgeport, but Oliver would never want to live somewhere with so much pollution), but they're generally not trusted very well. Revealing his vampire nature might hurt his client base.
Glancing down at his hands, Oliver notices them return to their original ghostly white color. Enduring the pain for a couple of moments, Oliver allows his fangs to come down as well. No sense hiding them here. His ancestor doesn't care that he's a vampire.
Walking over to the globe, Oliver touches it gently and closes his eyes, concentrating deeply to see his horoscope. The words come slowly and silently..."Know the way of the cow...lest the way of the lion overcome you..."
But what is the horoscope saying? What if Demitrius is lying? What if he attempts a vampire-on-vampire fight and Oliver loses - death would be long and agonizing. This may be the only warning he gets.
Oliver decides not to call off work. Yes, he'll have to deal with Midnight Overlord, the one who just inherited her father's evil maniacal position over the town, but at least he'll be safer that way.
Then it hits him, hits him so hard he swallows back down the vomit lurching up his throat. The rips in his clothes, the deep slashes on the walls, the hair all over the floor. It's been a full moon and he's locked himself in the bathroom. The shame, the terror, the disgust washes over his body. Slowly, trembling, he starts to get up.
Slowly Jakkson lets himself out of the bathroom (he always hides the key in a tiny area where his human fingers can pick it out, but his brutish claw can't get to it) and walks across the lodge, trying to stop the trembling. There's no point in being scared now. He's back to being a human again and he doesn't have to worry about locking himself up for several more days. Making his way to the espresso machine, Jakkson fixes himself a cup of coffee.
After his coffee is gone, Jakkson steps to the river and throws a couple of stones across the water.
He'd been so lost in the beautiful scenery of the forest that he hadn't noticed the wolf creeping nearby. In fact, he didn't notice it at all until intense pain seared through his leg. He hadn't disturbed it at all, yet the wolf firmly and viciously latched onto his leg. Jakkson beat it with his hands, causing the wolf to let go and relentlessly bite at his hands. After enough straight kicks to the face, the wolf finally ran off, but Jakkson was left with multiple bite wounds and blood pouring out of his leg and hands. He immediately went to see a doctor, who treated his gashes and sent him home. Jakkson thought that was the end of it. It wasn't until the full moon that he discovered the wolf had passed on the humiliating and deadly disease of lycanthropy to him.
Yet there has been a flash of happiness in his life, as of late. Some nice young lady has been calling the phone at the lodge to talk with him. She says her name is Midnight. After several talks, Jakkson had finally confessed to her that he's a werewolf, so she might not be as interested to meet him. Much to his surprise, she's told him she's a werewolf too. Jakkson is confused, but elated at the same time. He's never met a female werewolf. Midnight seems to know and understand what he has to go through.
Jakkson decides he'll stay. If she shows up, she shows up, and if she doesn't, she doesn't. He'll just have to wait and see.
Phantom looks around, noticing absolutely no one at the arboretum. Usually some people wander in trying to look for fairies (that is, until Phantom gets a hold of them and scares them off for the rest of their lives). Yet there's no one here now. That's so depressing.
Phantom arrives at the park and tries to contain his squeal of delight. So many people to bother, so little time! Phantom scans each face, trying to find the cream of the crop. Then he finds her. The scowl on her grouchy face just makes him want to dance with glee. Wings flapping like crazy, Phantom zooms over to her.
Woman: "What? I don't see anything..."
Woman: "What the heck are you doing?!"
As the woman rants on and on about all the terrible things Phantom is, he suddenly spots another goldmine. Who is that across the way? Is that...is that one of the Overlords? Phantom walks away from the still screaming old woman to get a closer look. It is! It's Rufus' wife. Oh, what's her name...? Eh, no bother. Phantom turns into his tiny ball-of-light form and approaches Bambi Overlord. Oh, how he's always dreamed of playing a fairy trick on an Overlord!
Phantom: "Of course I have. I try to violate it as much as possible. Do you want to know why?"
Phantom: "Well, come closer and I'll tell you."
Phantom: "You're a c-c-cruel person. I was only d-d-doing it in f-f-fun."
Bambi: "Well, if it's not fun for you, then it wouldn't be fun for me either."
Phantom: "And you're the one who's in charge of this town? You're the overlord over it? You're not even a fun overlord."
Bambi: "Oh, no, Rufus handed leadership down. Our daughter Midnight has control now."
Phantom: "Your daughter? Is she here?"
Bambi: "No, I talked with her yesterday. She's going to the old lodge by the river to meet with friends."
Bambi: "Yes, I suppose--"
Before Bambi can finish her sentence, Phantom flits away, headed for the old lodge. Sure, Bambi Overlord was no fun to prank, but he's heard great rumors about how evil and hot-tempered Midnight Overlord can be. How he hopes it's true! If he can manage to surprise her and light her fuse, it'll be the greatest prank of the century. He would officially be the most respected of the Pixies. Phantom can hardly contain his trembling of excitement as he zooms down the path to the lodge.
Jakkson: "I think the more important question is, who are you? I've been here for the last...several hours."
Oliver: "I'm sorry, but this place is booked. I'm meeting one of my clients here in a few minutes and I was not expecting company."
Jakkson: "I've been here much longer than you. This place is not booked. You can call your client and meet elsewhere. What are you anyway, a realtor?"
Oliver: "No. I'm a stylist."
Jakkson: "It's...it's just my fashion style, okay? I'm fine with it."
Oliver: "Well, regardless, I'm meeting a client here. I would prefer for you to be off the premises, as it's a private meeting."
Jakkson: "I don't think so. I'm meeting a...friend here. We're not moving."
Oliver: "And what kind of friend would that be?"
Jakkson: "Her name's Midnight."
Oliver: "...Midnight? Midnight Overlord?"
Jakkson: "I don't know her last name. I just know her by Midnight."
Oliver: "You don't know who Midnight Overlord is? Where have you been? She's basically in charge of the town. You know, Rufus and Bambi Overlord's heir? She's the client I'm meeting. We're discussing new fashion ideas for her."
Suddenly the door opens behind them. Oliver and Jakkson immediately look, but rather than Midnight, they see a fairy walk through the door.
Phantom: "No time for pleasantries. Is Midnight Overlord around here? I have exciting important business with her!"
Jakkson: "Join the club. We're expecting her too. I will repeat the question: who are you?"
Oliver: "Just the biggest pest the city of Moonlight Falls has ever housed."
Phantom: "Thanks! I try."
Oliver: "That is...rather suspicious. She is an Overlord, after all. Her motives might not be the purest..."
Phantom: "I really hope she's in a bad mood when she gets here. It'll be so much more fun."
Oliver: "Maybe my horoscope meant something different than how I interpreted it."
Phantom: "...Is something tickling my wing?"