If I Die Young

D'artagnan's knee's buckled under him, his fathers screech made his ears ring. Balling his fist D'artagnan shook off the floor and knocked his father straight in the jaw, two pearly white teeth flew from the siren's mouth and landed on the floor with a clank. At least the screaming was gone, but the Djinn couldn't hear anything aside from muffled ringing. Shaking his head she staggered lightly on his feet. "You bastard." D'artagnan looked up to see his father standing before him, a dark splotch of blood staining his lips. "You think you can defeat me?" he spat wrapping his fingers around D'artagnan's neck.

D'artagnan groaned and waved his hand sending his father spiraling towards the wall. "Of course I do, I'm a Djinn...you're a pathetic siren. You can never defeat me." D'artagnan's father pealed himself off the wall, the elder's eyes were a deadly shade of red as they turned towards his offspring. Anger, rage, and perhaps a hint of envy were laced in those mix matched eyes. However before he could summon another breath to release his scream something grabbed hold of him and pulled him to the floor subduing him. D'artagnan took a step back from his father and looked at Michelle who looked as thought she were about pass out. Had she done that?

The Elders looked down at the unicorn in their grasp and backed away quickly. Making his way over D'artagnan lifted her off the ground easily and cradled her against his chest. "The unicorn is mine to protect..." Stomping his foot hard on the ground the room shimmered until their were once again in D'artagnan home. The whispy tendrils that bound his father released him instantly. "Leave my home...now..."

D'artagnan's father peeled himself off the floor and stood up gracefully. The siren wiped his mouth with his arm smearing the blood across his chin and cheek. The Elders gathered around him and touched his arm softly whispering to him in a dead language. "You will pay for that D'artagnan." his father spat roughly putting his robe back on before turning his dark gaze upon Michelle. "Head my words unicorn. He will betray you just as he does anyone who befriends him. And when that happens, you will see him for what he truly is." The Elders stepped back into the darkness and vanished without a trace leaving D'artagnan and Michelle alone in his room.

Walking over to the bed, D'artagnan gently placed Michelle down on the plush mattress and pressed his wrist to her forehead. "Your fever has gone...you had too much magic pent up and that caused you're weakness and fever." His voice was slightly strained and his hands shook from anger. He wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of his father. Arrogant prick! Sighing heavily the fae took a seat next to Michelle and laid back against the soft fabric. He had just threatened the council, if he wasn't going to fae hell before he definitely was going there now. No one went against the Elders. It was signing your own death warrant. But he had, in fact not only had he threatened them he actually fought his own father to defend Michelle.

"I'll have Tristian make something to help balance out your magic...till then it is best you try and keep your emotions in check. We don't want another hole in the wall. I don't think Khalid will let it happen twice without some form of punishment."

"If we don't create something to balance out your magic soon you're going to get ill again and hurt someone. The magic inside of you has been trapped for too long and it's unstable." D'artagnan didn't want another incident like with Tristian, for how he could probably handle it, but if she wasn't careful she might over power him and destroy something, or worse, kill someone. This was a crap day, first with hell hounds then with unicorns and then elders. He wanted nothing more than to drown himself in a very strong drink and sleep for a week. But he had other things to deal with. Michelle came before him, even more so now than before.

He sighed heavily and ran his hands over his face. Why did you do that? The djinn lifted his hand away from his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. "Why did I do what?" was she really asking him why she defended her, or himself? Was she really that naive? Sitting up quickly D'artagnan's eyes narrowed on Michelle. Pushing himself off the bed he towered over her, his aura flaring wildly. "Be silent Michelle." He hissed darkly glaring down at her. He wasn't getting a thank you? No he was getting yelled at for protecting her for standing up against the council his own father for her!

Wrinkle peaked his head around the corner of the door his long ears dragging across the hard wood. Oh this was bad, Wrinkle hadn't seen D'artagnan's aura flare so angrily before. Swallowing loudly he listened to their conversation.

"Do you have any idea what I just did? It is a crime punishable by death to go against the will of the Elders. I not only did so I challenged the leader, my own father!" The mirror in the corner of the room shattered by the pressure of D'artagnan's aura. Fae were easily offended, especially ones that risked their life and weren't appreciated for it. Shaking his head he let out a dark laugh and turned away from her for a moment before spinning back around angrily. "I chose to protect you because I care for you! I risked my life and that of all who depend on me so that I can protect you. If I hadn't you would have be shoved in some forest somewhere under constant supervision and you're magic would be slowly drained from you for the will of the Elders. I fought because I wanted to save you. And you DO NOT order me or deny me anything!"

Wrinkle shot out from his hiding place and jumped on the bed in front of Michelle. His tiny frame was shaking violently as his arms stretched outwards. "Mistress is sorry master....she not understand..." Wrinkle had never stood up to D'artagnan or defended anyone or anything from him. So he was very much frightened for his own little life.

D'artagnan took in a few shaky breaths and relaxed his aura. Looking at the clock ticking silently on the night stand he snapped his fingers, his clothing and appearance disappearing into that of his human form. Running his fingers through his hair he grabbed his suitcase by his feet and turned. "Wrinkle will watch you until I return from work. Do not leave the house." without waiting for a reply he walked out of his room and closed the door silently. Today was going to be a horrible day, he could feel it in his bones.