Flash Fiction Scene - Part 1

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Taping my wand was getting me nowhere. Nothing came to mind. Nothing sprang to life. Nothing gave me the information I needed. Thirty spells and still . . . diddly squat. Dang-it.

“Something wrong, Quinn?”

Boy was there. Not anything Quinn could help me with. He was a mere human . . . shit. Cranky fit me. Never in my life had I stated such about anyone. It didn’t matter one bit if someone was human or supernatural. Everyone was . . . okay, equal did not fit. But in some ways we were all alike. Humans had issues arise everyday. Obviously, supernatural beings did too. I sure was in a pickle. Still, it wasn’t something Shamus could aid me in. Nope. It was only going to hurt mine and his relationship.

“Tell me, please.” Strong hands kneaded my shoulders.

A sigh, that I wasn’t sure if it came from my dilemma or his strong fingers digging into my tense muscles. One led me down a horrific path. The other . . .  Totally bliss.

“Come on. You will feel much better if you tell me. You know you want to. That you will.”

Both was right, still . . . How did you tell the man you loved that you’d been summoned to be one of five brought in front of the Clan’s Head. The one man that had the right to chose from any coven around the world. Not just the USA, but the world. There were over two hundred thousands members in the USA. How had I been chosen? How I even gotten on his radar? I’d not been involved in the coven, besides the yearly mandatory meetings, for over twelve years.

“It’s can’t be that bad.”

“Can.” I dropped my head forward, groaning. “I’m cattle.”

“What?” Shamus slid my wand from my hand and tugged my chair back, so he stood in front of me. “You are no cattle.”

“I am.”

“Explain.”

I quickly gave Shamus the run-down of what the summons I received three hours earlier meant. His face went so red that it looked like a deep intense fire raged behind his naturally brown eyes. If I hadn’t known he was human, I would have grouped him in with the Vampires.

“You can get out of it.”

“I wish.”

“You can.” Shamus crossed his arms. “You will.”

“Wish I could. Believe me.”

“You simply tell them that you are taken. I will not let you go.”

“I have to go. I’m sure I want be chosen. I mean . . .” Why would the Clan’s Head want someone who was not involved in the Clan life? Nope. That would work in my favor. It would. There were four others going. One of them would be chosen.

“You aren’t going. That’s my final word.”

Final word? “How do you plan on stopping his Second-In-Command from popping in here and taking me for ignoring a summons?”

“These people don’t know who they are messing with.”

Shamus pulled out his phone and hit two buttons. A one and the send. Damn it. Not good. He only called his dad when . . . crap. I should have not told him. I knew he would react bad, just not . . . calling in the Head of the Irish Mob never crossed my mind. Shamus and his father did not get along. Still . . . His dad gave him anything he wanted. His dad would fight to please his son. Shamus’ dad thought that if he gave his son the right item that his son would step up and take his place one day. Shamus always refused to take part in the underhanded tactics his father dealt in.

“Dad, I need your help.”

Silence plagued the room, even though Shamus words spilled, more like he snapped his demand into the phone. I thought his dad might be talking some sense into him when I heard Shamus plea for his help. I hoped it worked. Should have known better.

“Help me and I’ll . . . I’ll take my place.”

“No!”

“You heard me right.”

“No, Shamus. Don’t do that. It won’t do you any good.”

I could not let him do something that would place him in the one spot he despised. There was no way his dad could get me out of the spot I was in. He was a human. As much as I hated to clump people into groups that’s the way the world went. Humans and Supernatural. Even the humans were broken down into small fashions by their race and religion. Supernatural Beings were as well. Witch. Vampire. Shifter. Even the Shifters broke their self down into species. Each of them had a leader, or multiple leaders in the Witches case. Wasn’t so sure about how the others broke theirs down, but I knew what the Witches did. There were Clan Leaders, and the Coven Head. He was the top dogs among my kind. What he said was law. If you refused to do as told . . . he had a man that would make you wish you did. No one wanted to face Alex The Grand. He was known for his wand rack torture technique. Being suspended in the air while Alex The Grand used his wand to contort my body into shapes that a body was not supposed to be in. Not something I wanted to experience. Nope. I had no choice but to go. No matter what the Irish Mob did. There was no way I would risk my life. I loved Quinn. Didn’t want to go be cattle for anyone, but I . . .

“You will not be going.”

“You should not have done that.”

“Dad knows the Clan Head. He is calling him now.”

Damn it. Not good. “You should not have called him.” I rested my hand on his cheek. “There is no getting out of this. I simply have to do as told. You have given your father the one thing he wants and he will not be able to get me out of this situations.”

“He will. I would have been able to if . . . I should have taken my place a long time ago.”

“You did not want to lower yourself to his level of deceit. I admire you for that.”

“If it ke - -“

A cloud of white mist formed around us. I tried to push Shamus behind me, but he refused to budge.

“Quinn Adams . . .” The one person there was no denying took shape in our living room, taking up the entire room. Or so it felt. The man was huge. Strength radiated from him. Power oozed from him. Before he could say another word, I was kneeling. Shamus was pulling on my arm, but I refused to stand. Not from the power and strength, but from the intensity he used when he said my name.

“Clan Head - -“

The man lifted his hand and my lips closed.

“I believe you were given a summons, were you not?”

I nodded.

“Then why did I receive a call from my friend, Shamus senior requesting I resend my request?”

“You will not be taking mine.”

Mine? Crap. Shamus truly needed to learn when to step back and when to fight. Then wasn’t a time to fight. Nope. Not hardly.

“I have not made my decision, but he will be going with me. Now, since you see fit in meddling in my personal life.”

Before I could make my own plea I found myself kneeling on a cool red and black star shaped tile.

“Stand.”

“Where . . .”

“You are in my home. Stand and let me show you to the room you will wait in.”