“Do you think I want to spend the rest of my life babysitting you?” she glared. “If that is your idea of fun, you might have been better off in this situation with an Unseelie. They enjoy torture and cruelty.” she informed before letting out a short breath. “Obviously, I want this to be over with as soon as possible so until then can you just leave the lawyer alone so he can work on that?”
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"Fine. I'll leave him alone for now."
I put my bag back in the crook of my elbow. Then I open the parasol and swing it over my shoulder. I hope I look like a magical girl. I assume I don't. But if anyone calls me weird I'll just drain them.
"He'd probably help us to keep the vampire from killing him and his family though. But I won't go after them. Its not her fault she married his incompetent ass. Or his fault he married his. Whatever."
Ashera sighed, annoyed and relieved that she finally got this bizarre vampire to listen to her… this time. But she had a nagging feeling that this would be the first of many headaches from dealing with her. "Well, I have to admit, he seemed well prepared to deal with you just now. It's likely that you were not his first vampiric client." she mused out loud.
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"I'll be dammed if I'm not his last. And it's not like nobody knows we can't do shit with silver, especially crosses. Did you know that vampires, along with many other types of demons and dark creatures, don't show up in mirrors or photos because of the silver used in the backing of the mirror? Also, the old way used to develop photos used silver. Now that digital photos and mirrors with aluminum are standard practice I can see myself in them!" I smile then stop.
"Sorry that was quite a bit of a tangent"
Ashera nodded slightly but shrugged. “It's alright. I believe I heard that as a rumor but I wasn't convinced that was the reason at the time.” she admitted. “For us Fae, it's actually iron that causes the most problems… though some are more uncomfortable around plastic since it's a man-made material.” she said in exchange for the new information about Belladonna.
"Silver is a picky metal, it won't work with the 'unpure'" I made sure to put air quotes around unpure. It's such a stupid word. Babies are the only things truly pure. And that's only because they couldn't have possibly made any decisions to fuck it up yet.
While Ashera understood, and could even agree with Belladonna’s comment, she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying that “unholy” might be a better word choice since she could hardly think of any living species that was completely pure.
“What do you have planned to do today?” she asked instead, choosing to go for a more normal conversation.
"Nothing much." And its true. I fed(a possum, which tasted horrible) before to make sure I'd be good for tonight. "I guess I was probably just going to go home. Watch something, read, prep outfits. Nothing important. Why?"
“Oh, no real reason.” Ashera assured. “I was just curious. Besides, I do have to go back to my place… I think I have an appointment later today that I need to prepare for.”
"Like to the doctor? Do the fae even need the doctor? I cant get sick so there's no reason for me to go. But is that different for you?" I asked, genuinely curious. I never talked to other creatures much.
Ashera couldn't help but giggle at Belladonna’s assumption and shook her head. “No, it's not that kind of appointment. I can get sick and go to a doctor but that is not what I meant.” she smiled. “I run a shop in my house and have customers set up visits for certain things.”
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"Hey! Don't laugh at me" Donna wanted to sound serious but they couldn't keep a straight face. So they ended up smiling brightly. "What kind of stuff do you sell?"
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“I apologize.” Ashera smiled, still finding some degree of amusement in the misunderstanding. “I sell all kinds of things. Potions, plants, teas, runed stones: on their own or as jewelry… would you like to see?” she offered since she took particular pride in her merchandise.
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Belladonna nodded entusiactiiclly. "Like little trikets? I love trinkets!" They jangled the mass amounts of keychains on their bag and opened it to show you the random little toys inside.
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“I suppose they could be considered trinkets.” Ashera nodded thoughtfully before chuckling a little at the sight of Belladonna’s collection. “Impressive. How long have you been gathering these?”
"Since I was a kid, way back when. Sometimes it's hard for me to remember back then but all my trinkets help me." Donna rifles through their bag with an almost nostalgic look on their face, occasionally picking up objects, gems, trash, plants, drawings, and plastic junk. At one point they pulled out a rabbit spine and quickly said "Ignore that-"
Ash laughed a little at the admittedly surprising piece of a dead animal that she saw but shook her head. “You know that Fae are long-lived too. So I can understand what you mean.” she smiled.
"I have 200 years worth of shit in my house. I don't know how I haven't been on hoarders." Belladonna laughed. "I'd still like to see what you sell though. Maybe I'll buy a piece?"
“Probably because no one wants an angry vampire after them for something like that or they're too afraid of what they might find.” Ashera shrugged, thinking of normal human reactions. But she smiled a little at Belladonna wanting to see what she sold. “I live this way, then.” she told the vampiress before leading the way.
Belladonna smiled and followed silently. Maybe this pixie stick wasn't so absolutely insufferable after all.
Ashera actually enjoyed the peaceful walk back to her residence. She could almost imagine that she was just guiding another customer to see what she had… if it wasn't for the situation they were in. Of all the things to happen, she could honestly say she never expected to be “married” to a vampiress due to both cultures colliding in this way.