My Best Friend Is A Pixie

14. Shia

"What do you want?!" I shouted.

It roared. Hot air blew out of its mouth and swept across my face and hair.

Gross!

I sighed and wearily eyed the detective. I couldn't use magic infront of him. He'd know what I really am and that was a no-no. I turned back to the gargoyle and tried to negotiate with him.

"Okay so how about we take this outside and I'll let you slam me down okay?" I said slowly so Jerkface wouldn't hear me.

It angrily swept its thick tail that crashed into my portraits on the wall.

"Hey! Those were my favourites!" I groaned.

"Uh, I think we should-"

Whatever Cameron started to say I could never hear the end because the gargoyle opened its mouth and literally blew fire around. I heard a sound and turned back to see the detective now completely passed out.

"Oh thank god!" I exclaimed.

Stepping back, I forced my hand up in the air and threw a light knock out spell. It bounced on the gargoyle's head causing it to squeal and stagger back on its feet. Cameron came up behind me.

"I've weakened it. You take care of it outside. I'll transport you to a different place!" He yelled over its squeals.

I nodded and turned to look back at it, now beginning to feel angry. Whoever it was that had begun messing with me, was in for trouble now. Big time.

Cameron moved back and threw all his strength in the next spell that he casted. A bluish light surrounded us before we disappeared from inside my house and a rain forest came into sight.

"All right, you big, scaly monster. Take this for destroying my house!" I yelled. I put my hands together and conjured up a big, extremely hot ball of fire and threw it at its head.

It wailed as it fell on its side. I didn't waste time and dropped to the ground, placing both hands on it. A few tree roots sprang up and wrapped themselves around its hands, feet and torso. It wailed, trying to wiggle out. I narrowed my eyes and the roots caught fire.

I knew my magic was powerful but not this much. Whoever it was, had purposely chosen a weakling to fight me. Either they thought of me as much less of a competition or they wanted me alive. I sighed as I watched the monster catch fire and burn.

Its squeals and cries filled the silent night but there was no one to hear it. The moon was eerily full today and the wind blew through the trees in a raging way.

I closed my eyes and focused on the burning being infront of me. I drew my hands back and hit it with a charm to get it to start talking. I needed to know who sent it and why. It groaned.

"Whyyy?"

I rolled my eyes and cooled the fire down a bit.

"Who sent you Garg?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

It threw its head back and the rest of its body eased a bit. Its annoying screeching and wailing had come to a temporary halt but it kept grunting.

"I-I don't know," it groaned in a deep voice.

"You're lying!" I yelled, starting up the fire again.

It squealed and shook its head rapidly. "I really don't! The man had a cloak on and his face was completely covered!"

"You must remember something useful," I pressed, warning him with my hands, indicating I'd increase the fire.

"He uh- I know! He was limping. That's all I remember I swear!"

Limping? So the guy either has a bad foot or leg.

I sighed, "You were useful but not that useful Garg."

It turned its head and looked at me with its huge green slit-eyes, "You bitch."

I smirked, "That's what people call me. Bitch."

I drew my hands back and made more fire, throwing it all on him. He screeched but was heard by no one. In the silent night, the ugly being went up in flames. After the fire subsided, a light breeze blew and it was only me in the forest. I prepared to fly back to my house, in order to face the mad-show being probably put on by that increasingly nosy detective.

*****

"Do you have any idea what happened here?!" Jerkface was screaming when I arrived by the front door.

My entire house had been trashed completely. The vases and portraits were shattered. Pictures of me and Grammy lay on the ground, broken and battered. The lights had all been ripped, the chairs and tables had been overturned and smashed. Broken glass and wood littered the ground.

Amidst all this, the detective was busy screaming at an unbothered Cameron, who was sitting on the couch, head propped up by his fingers on the couch armrest and looking bored. When I stepped inside, both men turned to look at me.

"Shia!" Cameron quickly stood up from the couch to come to me but the detective beat him to it.

"Listen here kid! I want an explanation right now!" He screamed in my face. I noticed he'd gotten a cut on his cheek and one on his lip. "What the hell was that?!"

I sighed, closing my eyes and opening them again. "Look detective, I'm really tired right-"

"I need an explanation right now or I'm going to arrest both of you!" He cut me off, yelling even louder.

His voice was bothering me way too much and I was getting really mad. It wouldn't hurt if I hexed the guy, right? I could just erase his memories later.

"I don't know okay? I have zero idea what that thing was or what it was doing here so stop screaming in my face." I stepped away from him.

Even for an annoying detective, his presence was so intimidating.

"I swear I won't let this go," he looked at me threateningly.

"And what are you going to charge us with?" Cameron smirked, stepping between me and him.

He glared at the two of us before storming out. I looked around, annoyed and upset that my house was a mess with all of my precious memories destroyed. I dropped down on the couch, frowning.

"The gargoyle said the man was limping but that was it," I told Cameron.

He frowned, "So, we found a ring having traces of dark magic that is related to a political group and the man who sent the gargoyle, limps?"

I shrugged. "All of this is confusing me so much. And I have no idea what we should do next."

"Let's start with the ring," he said, pulling it out of his jeans pocket. "We have to hurry because who knows when Narissa might get caught. We have to get to Pixie Island to solve that too."

I gripped my hair. I'd forgotten about how the King had taken Nessi instead. And she was in danger over there. I looked at Cameron and nodded. "Let's start in the morning."

I spent rest of the night rummaging about my treehouse. If I could find even a tiny bit of spell or charm or even a hex through which I could trace the owner of the ring would be great help. When I opened my box of Pixie Dust bags though, I noticed one missing.

The Aura Eraser.

I searched everywhere but couldn't find it. The last person who was inside this treehouse was Nessi. So this meant Nessi had the bag.

Oh! So that's why the King couldn't figure out she wasn't a pixie but a human!

I silently prayed that Nessi would keep that bag with her at all times. The Aura Eraser could work for months and years, depending upon how much you applied over yourself. Just keeping that bag by her side, she could dupe the King and pixies for a very long time. I closed my eyes and willed my wand to follow Nessi's orders.

It was the only thing I could do for my friend except for hurrying up and looking for Grammy's murderer.

I was pouring myself some cereal in the morning, sitting on the lone couch left inside my completely trashed living room when Cameron suddenly apparated.

"Yikes!" I gasped, the cereal box nearly slipping from my hand. I wasn't used to magic being done so casually. "You scared the bejees out of me!"

He shrugged. He had his laptop in his hands as he plopped down beside me. "I found the guy wearing the ring."

I immediately let go of the cereal box and turned to him, "Who?"

He turned the screen towards me. It was a picture of a couple of men walking down a corridor. They were all dressed fancily, in tuxedos and smiling at the camera.

I frowned, "Where is it?"

"Here. He's wearing it," Cameron pointed towards a short, creepy looking guy on the far right. I looled at his hands and sure enough, he had the red ruby ring on. "I did a little research and found out that he is the manager at the Jenkins Hotel, a hotel frequently visited by famous political figures."

I nodded, "And any sign of a Civil Alliance party member there?"

"The CA stayed at that hotel last month," he informed me. "Along with 3 senators and 2 real estate tycoons."

"So this means, either he is the one who was in my house that day or somebody he knows was here," I quipped.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"Hey. Aren't we supposed to be in school? I mean, you had a whole teaching thing going on," I asked.

He smiled mischievously, "Oh but we already are."

I frowned, "How?"

"I altered everybody's perception to think we're there. Just to not draw attention," he shurgged. "For Narissa too."

I shook my head, taking a bite of my cereal. Warlocks.

After breakfast, we took Cameron's car to Jenkins Hotel. It was a little outside of town and took us 15 minutes to get there. We stepped out and I looked at Cameron.

"Do you think they'll tell us what we ask?"

"Just follow my lead," he smirked, pushing his dark shades higher up his nose.

He charmed the receptionist in a second, though I wasn't sure if he charmed her by his looks or magic. I guess both. The girl instantly started giggling like a pretty high school girl and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes.

I hadn't even spent a proper hour with Nessi and was already acting like her.

Cameron came back, his eyes lit with sharp amusement, "Got it. His name is Kyle Lockhart and he is on duty right now."

"His room?"

"Staff only."

"You're going to hex him?"

"Hypnotise," he gloated, walking ahead and making me follow.

We went around to the back where the staff only door was. Cameron pushed it open and casually stepped inside. I followed, my senses on guard.

This dude right here may be the one who killed my Grammy. The aura inside wasn't human though.

The manager was leaning over the table, smoking a cigarette. His tie was loose, shirt unbuttoned and his belt's buckle was open.

"Honey, you're early," he slurred, not noticing that it was me and Cameron and not his booty call.

As soon as he spotted Cameron though, he scrambled to his feet, threw his cigarette and attempted to run away but froze. His feet wouldn't move. It was Cameron holding him in place with his magic. A circle burned in the ground around his feet.

"Not so fast Ky-Ky," Cameron smirked and turned to me. "Ky-Ky here is actually a banished soul. He's done so evil that no one wanted to give him a place in the heavens." Then he turned back to the manager, "Not a good way to repent Ky-Ky."

Lockhart's features began to change. His eyes turned to dark holes and his mouth turned black and stretched, bearing pointy teeth. His appearance was so sickening, it almost made me gag. "What do you want you lowly warlock," he hissed.

"I wasn't kicked out by my royal family at least," Cam fired back. "This lady here will like to speak to you."

Lockhart turned to look at me as I stepped forward. I tossed the ring inside the burned circle he was trapped in. "This is yours." I stated.

Lockhart looked at it before looking back up at me, "Why do you have it?"

"My Grammy was murdered! And you have something to do with it," I started, looking at him with fury in my eyes. "Tell me or I'll rip you apart so bad no one in the entire universe will want you!"

Lockhart snorted, "Listen lady. I only do what I'm told. I give this ring to a lot of people. It helps them disguise and have courage to achieve their desires."

"Who did you give it to three days ago, on Monday?"

He shrugged, "I'm not sure- ahh!"

He clutched his side in pain and looked at Cam who simply glared at him. "Answer her or I'll fry your kidneys one by one."

"It was a woman. I don't know her name but she took it a week ago. She told she wanted money but ended up doing something else," he growled, still holding his side.

"What woman?" Cam asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Didn't you see it? In the news? The Woodland Residence murders? She killed them all. Her in-laws. Her husband, mother-in-law and two sister-in-laws."

If the woman murdered her family, how the hell did the ring end up at my house?