Storm

This certanly wasn’t the way she wanted things to happen. When the lights suddenly went out, she let out a little scream, and curled up on the couch.

She loved her workplace, and during storms she always went there, because the sounds wouldn’t be so loud under the house. Underground. She’d switch on the lights, just enough to avoid complete darkness, and watch a romantic comedy film with sexy ass actors.

That’s what she did, actually, she prepared to spend the night in her workplace from the moment she heared that a storm is approaching.

Her freeloader, the stupid little witch-thing didn’t find it any strange – Rachael would take her time in her lab on other occasions as well. Anyway, the fairy wouldn’t bother to do anything. Not like Rachael wanted her to do anything. Not at all, but to be fair, this was her first storm since almost ten years in which she wasn’t completely alone. And she didn’t expect any difference, but the thought of not being alone just strucked her.

Though when she was a miserable trembling curl on the couch in the dark, she did feel more alone than ever since she moved in this house. She could kill for a blanket or anything that could protect her from…

Rachael screamed again when a lightning stuck near the house, and it did have a big noise. Images flew into her head, stupid, childish things like monsters, vampires and ghost, waiting in the dark in her workplace, under the couch, hiding patiently, wanting to grab her legs and carry her away.
She cried out loud, jumped on her legs and started running where she remembered the stairs to the exit were – she knocked tables and piles of sketches over, because she really couldn’t see a thing. She ran up on the staircase, and bumped onto the hard door. It wouldn’t open, it was electric, and the power has gone off, of course, but now she’s stuck down her with those- things…
Rachael finally remebered, there is a manual opener, an arm to flip, and the door will open, of course, she’s a genious, how could she forget?

And she’s out, and the storm is suddenly so much louder, and wild and only a litle less dark than down there. She startles, shuts the door behind her, then curses herself for her stupidity, come on, monsters? Really? Rachael would laugh at herself, but then lightning strikes again, and she sceams so loud, throws herself to a wall, presses her palms to here ars, and starts crying, and she feels dizzy, and fear, and she’s so vulnerable and she hates herself, and wants to call out for somebody, but doesn’t have anybody, she’s long past the days when she tried to reach her mother.
She just crouches down, ears and eyes shut tight, shaking and tears-wet.

Something reaches for her shoulder, so she screams again, slaps the monster, which was lurking for her from behind, from the darkness… and sees the freeloader, massaging her hand Rachael hit. The fairy’s eyes are half-wide with surprise, but heavy from tiredness. She’s so pale, so white almost like she’s shining. Rachael could actually see her in the dark, without the lights on, but this didn’t make her any less creepy.

- I thought someone attacked us – said the whitchcrafter inmate in her husky morning-voice, eyeing Rachael’s tear-ways on her face. – And you screamed so I really became worried, that what will happen to us, if even the great Bananagirl can’t take them on.

The mentioned Bananagirl wanted to spat a big rprise in the fairy’s face, but she winced when another lightning flashed followed by an enemous thunder. The other girls face softened, as Rachael started stuttering about how she’s a genious and perfect human being and how come she thinks that storms shouldn’t exist.

The fairy just picked up her wand from behind here ears, made some small movements, and then small, warm-white shining snowflake-like balls started floating out of it, and scattered in the room.
- Let’s have a tea.