My Best Friend Is A Pixie

18. Shia

As I stared at Dylan, I couldn't tell who he was. He wasn't a warlock. He wasn't a wizard. He was perfectly human. Then how come a mystical creature would want to hunt him down for no reason?

But none of that mattered right now.

What mattered was that his life was in danger. Whatever that being was, they'd try to attack him again and his police badge and g*n would be of no use.

Cameron stumbled back into the hall and his mouth dropped open when he saw Dylan on the ground, losing his mind and me standing over him, still in shock.

"How did he unfreeze?" He whispered to me.

"That's not the most shocking part," I told him.

Dylan looked up and saw Cameron and immediatedly sprang to his feet. "Would you please tell me what's going on before I shoot both of you down?"

Cameron looked skeptical, "You might want to think on that again."

"I'll put a bullet straight through that head of yours!" Dylan reiterated, his eyes ablaze.

Cameron frowned, "Oh yeah? Do you know what and where I'll put inside you-"

"Enough!" I exclaimed. They both shut up and looked at me.

I turned to Cam. "A lurker came here, just now. It's target was Dylan, not me."

Now he looked shocked. "Pretty boy here?"

I nodded. "And the lady is dead, " I turned to Dylan. "Come with us. You're not safe."

Dylan frowned. "What do you-?"

"We'll explain everything. Right now, we need to leave." I looked at Cam and nodded.

He snapped his fingers and we were standing back in my living room. Well, me and Cam. Dylan fell flat on his face. Cam laughed and sat on the couch, enjoying the sight. I rolled my eyes and offered Dylan a hand. He brushed it away in annoyance and stood up.

"I'd be surprised but after seeing a dragon, my colleagues frozen like ice and that black thing, I'll just simply convince myself this all a dream."

I sighed. "You might want to rethink that one."

He frowned as he stared at me. "What in the world are you?" Taking three big strides, he was standing only an inch away from my face as his eyes wandered all over me.

My heart beat quickened but I pushed that thing aside when I saw a green sparkle in his golden eyes. Since he was making me nervous, I took a step back to put some space between us.

"Look, Mr. Dylan," I began, my voice a little shaky. Why on earth did he have such an effect on me? "There is someone or something out there that wants you and me both dead. The same person or creature killed my grandmother as well. We're trying to figure out what and why so if you like your head on both your shoulders, you should offer us your help, not your questions."

His eyes widened. "So there was an old lady who died that night! I was right!" He accused.

I groaned and looked at Cam for help but he had a frown on his face, lost in thought.

"Cam? What's wrong?" I frowned.

He got up and looked at us. "The ring. Surname Doe. The woman. I'm trying to piece it all together. Lola died trying to protect her son and serving 'the master'. Some sort of scrolls exist. The heck is going on?"

I thoughtfully placed a finger undee my chin. "I guess the father-in-law can tell us what this is all about. Ken Woodland."

He nodded. "I'll ask him. One of us needs to stay with the detective all the time."

I turned to look at him but he was gone. I spotted him in the hall, looking at things. I sighed and pinched my eyes in frustration.

He walked back inside and looked at me. "Tell me what this all is. In detail. Right now."

I looked at Cam and he shrugged. I guessed I really didn't have much of a choice.

"Fine. But promise me you won't freak out."

He scoffed. "Yeah right. I bet this is all some absurd play you both are playing. I'll just hear you kids out and go back to my life as detective. Simple."

I closed my eyes and transformed into my pixie form. My ears and nose went a bit pointy. My dress changed to a tiny, sparkly one. Wings sprouted out of my back. The light was so bright and blinding that Dylan had to cover his eyes.

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"Hey, I'm about to go to that guy, Ken Woodland," Cam said as he walked into the kitchen.

I nodded, pulling out a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. My hair was tied in a bun and an apron was tied around my waist, over my jeans.

If I'll be honest, I loved the way humans dressed. They had such variety in clothing and fashion trends. Back in the magical realm, all we ever have are heavy and long dresses with a little too much sparkle. I'd rather spend my entire life in jeans and a crop top.

Awesome inventions.

My eyes fell on Dylan, who was sitting on the porch in a dazed state. He hadn't moved an inch since the past hour.

"How long do you think he's going to be like that?" I asked Cam.

He shrugged. "I don't know. After I showed him what I can do, he nearly fainted. I gave up trying to break him out of this trauma thirty minutes ago."

I shook my head. Cam bid adieu to me before vanishing with a poof. As I stared at the place he once stood, I frowned. He was helping me and all but why me? He could've found tons of creatures like us wandering the earth disguised as humans.

Brushing it off, I put the cookies in a plate and took them outside to Dylan who looked like he'd seen better days.

His usually messy hair had been messed up even more. His eyes looked wild. I sat down next to him on a chair.

"I know it's hard for you. It was difficult for me too when I first came to your world," I said softly.

"So you're saying," he started, looking at me. He looked calmer than before but his eyes seemed tired. "All of this is real? And I am in danger?"

I nodded. "I am a pixie. Cam's a warlock. And I don't why would anyone try to kill you."

"Well I haven't really had an extraordinary life," he muttered.

A tiny sound of a stomach rumbling was heard by us and his cheeks turned slightly red. I pushed the cookies towards him once more before standing up.

"I'll go get you a glass of milk."

Before I could take another step though, he grabbed my wrist.

My eyes widened as a jolt went up my arm from where he was holding me. It was a feeling I had never experienced before and I'd been living among humans for a considerate amount of time.

"Don't- don't leave me until I figure this out," he muttered, looking at me with such innocence and desperation. "I am a detective but guns don't seem to kill these creatures. Just help me out until I'm safe again."

My breath had hitched in my throat and I tried to pull my wrist out of his grasp but he wouldn't let go.

"Fine. I'll protect you until I can find out what all this is about," I told him, looking into his golden eyes.

His eyes swirled with something I couldn't keep my finger on. Something that was so mysterious.

It made me want to stay lost in them.

He let go and turned to the cookies I'd brought him.

Cam came back. "I snooped around and found out there is a guy who's been financing the Civil Alliance group. I think he's our guy."

"But what is his connection to Ken and his daughter-in-law? And who's the son?" I asked, sitting down on the kitchen stool.

Dylan sat across from me, silently eating his cookies and listening in on to us.

"That's where it gets a little complicated," he rubbed the back of his neck as he paced around. "Ken says his daughter-in-law began acting very weird around winter of last year. She'd meet weird and give no explanation to neither Ken nor her husband. Anyway, the family began noticing changes in her. Awful changes. She lost a lot of weight and her eyes seemed to be changing colors. Her husband was terified of her, so much, he even shifted rooms and refused to sleep with her in the same bed."

I frowned. "When do humans behave like that?"

He shrugged. "Could be many reasons. Maybe she was becoming schizophrenic. I think she was in team with this guy she called 'master'. And when we got closer to knowing who it is, he shot her. I tried to find out who Ken's grandson is. Turns out, it's a student at school."

"Really? Who?"

"William Woodland." He stated.

It took me while to finally register that it was Will. Narissa's ex.

"So? What about this 'Master' guy?"

"Well, I don't know if you know, a few years ago a couple of people on the internet formed a group. On the dark web, that resulted in deaths of countless people as they mysteriously began committing suicides," Cam stated, resting his back against the wall.

"I know that one. It was in 2016, I was a rookie detective then," Dylan chimed in. His deep voice made me snap my head in his direction. "On the night of January 16th, five people jumped off the bridge near Lake Simmons, two committed suicides in their homes by injecting air into their throats and one beheaded himself. It was so weird. Eight people dead in the span of two hours. The common thing Crime Investigation Team 3 found in common with those people that they were the members of the same online group."

Cam nodded, although he seemed a bit annoyed that he was interrupted by Dylan.

"Why don't I know of this?" I asked. I've lived here for more than a decade. I should've caught wind.

"Because it was never televised. It was kept a 'hush-hush' by the police to prevent more people from getting attracted. Also, they were afraid of copycat crimes. So, Ken told me that Lola was into this group. She kept getting more and more involved, thinking that her in-laws were a threat to her son. It's the leader of this cult-like group whom the followers refer to as 'The Master'." Cam concluded.

"Name him. This 'master'." I gritted my teeth.

Cam sighed before turning on the television. An old looking senator was standing, being interviewed by the press. Confused, I stared at Cam.

"Him. That's our guy."

I stared at the man inside the television screen. He seemed pretty normal. Who knew he was funding these sorts of murders and suicides?

"Him? Do you have any idea what you're saying?" Dylan asked, his eyes wide. "He's senator Steven Van Doe. He funds the majority of the city! He's the one supporting the SCPD even."

I turned to look at him. "Does he know you?"

"I did meet him once, on his visit to the police station. He gave me an odd look but that could have been my imagination. He's a nice fellow." He rested his elbows against the countertop.

I groaned.

So he had met Dylan.

As I stared at his blue eyes through the television screen, I wondered how a human could be this evil? Then again, evil travelled through every being's body. No matter who.

A pixie.

Or a human.