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Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

He stank of ale and old cheese!

*Eliza’s POV*

Our first few Nights back on Watch went pretty smoothly, all things considered. I had anticipated encountering a lot of fear and distrust after I had gone toothy during my initial placement matches. However, though I was given a wider berth than most, it seemed more out of a genuine fear of getting an ass kicking, as opposed to a bigoted hatred. At the very least, if there was a lot of prejudice around me, it really paled in comparison to where I came from. Odd, considering Merry Willows had relied on my grandfather for so many centuries, and the Wild Ones owed no debt to any Dark Mountain Elves.

I had begun to wonder if I was going to get off scot-free, until our fourth Night back. Andy had found a spare moment, and he was helping me practice unsheathing and sheathing my new swords. I had it down so that I felt I could do it without grievously injuring myself, but I wanted to get the motions smoother. Andy was helping me with suggestions on how to angle my wrist, when a Watchman whose face I recognized (I was having trouble remembering all the names) came bounding up.

Without pausing for formality, he launched into his news, panting for breath. “Second Officer, *pant* Phil’s bloody at it again, *pant* by the Inn.”

Andy scowled, crossing his arms. “Is he inciting violence?”

The Watchman nodded. “He’s after Watchman Eliza, Andrew, I thought-“

Andy raised a hand and cut him off. “Thank you, Matt. You thought right. We’ll take care of it. Go tell Ronnie I’ve gone to the Inn with my ward to take out the garbage. Then go tell Rob he has a guest coming his way shortly.”

Without waiting for a reply, Andy was off, stalking angrily the way Matt had come. I followed after him, electing to remain silent and just wait until Andy felt like filling me in. It certainly seemed like I was somehow involved if someone was ‘after’ me.

Andy talked to me as he walked. “Phil is the town drunk, and a bigot .He is a troublemaker, and tries to make the life of anyone who is not purely Fae difficult.” I frowned. Fucking asshole. “He knows damned well that we will not stop him from speaking his pathetically small mind regarding his beliefs, but he’s not permitted to rabble-rouse and provoke acts of cruelty or open fighting.”

Andy spat on the ground. “He’s been a thorn in the Watch’s side for years. He’s constantly going after Pete.” Andy rolled his eyes and balled his hands into fists. “What kind of idiocy is that?”

We walked on in silence for a while. Eventually, Andy added, “You and I are going to subdue that idiot, and deliver him to Rob, the jailer. The Council will decide what to do with him in the morning. Phil is one of the folks that works in the Commons serving Fish, I’m sure they’ll figure something out.”

I nodded, not sure what to say. In Merry Willows, I couldn’t imagine that any action would have been taken to punish someone provoking violence against hybrids. Those who tried were usually sent to the Healer’s Tent by their targets. I had done it all the time. If anything, I had been penalized.

But the idea that, perhaps, I was worthy of protection, and not a second-class tribesman, was a new one. That others would stand up for me, for Pete, for Jinxx, and not even question that it was the right thing to do, touched me deeply. Surely, now, in the depths of my heart, I was a Wild One, through and through. I would protect this tribe, not only Andy, with everything I had.

We reached an area of the Village I had not seen before, and I could hear the sounds of a man shouting before we rounded the corner. I was amused when the very first thing I saw was an older Fae, standing at the doors of an Inn, lobbing some manner of food at another, pot-bellied Fae standing on an overturned crate. The fat man ducked, but fell off the crate, and a small crowd of people laughed. He had to be very intoxicated, he hadn’t even raised his wings to try and slow his fall.

As we walked towards the fallen man, Andy whispered hastily. “The Innkeep is Neil, who just threw the tomato. The dickhead is Phil, who just fell. Keep in mind he’s likely quite inebriated.”

Andy paused a ways from the fallen man, who looked up at us blearily for a moment before rising to his feet with a start. Things heated up quickly from there when he shakily drew a sword on us. Shit. “There she is! The beast! She has tainted blood in her! Just look at her-“

Andy didn’t draw, so I followed his lead and stood my ground, trying to look casual and non-threatening. “-Stuff it, Phil! You’ve had too much to drink, and it’s time to come with us. You know bloody well that you’re not allowed to-“

Phil proceeded to do something very stupid. He charged at Andy, swinging seemingly at random. “-Traitors!”

Andy just moved well-aside, using his wings to dodge quickly, and stuck a long leg out to trip him. But what Andy didn’t see from his angle, was that Phil had just drawn a throwing knife with his other hand. The idiot was about to land on his own blade!

Cursing under my breath, I rolled and slid under Phil’s sword, scraping my legs, grabbed his stupid knife by the blade, and knocked it out of his grip with my other hand. Phil landed squarely on top of me, and he surely weighed more than I did! “Ugh, you fucking cocksucker! Get the fuck off of me! I can’t believe I just saved your bloated, hateful ass!” He stank of ale and old cheese!

Unfortunately, there was no moment of awe-inspiring redemption. Phil was too drunk to comprehend that I had done anything helpful, and Andy was too busy trying to control Phil. “She’s crazy! She’s a slut! See how she threw herself at me!”

Andy was losing his temper rapidly. “Watch your tongue, Phil! You need to come with us now and cool off-“

“-I will not-“

“-You will-“

Having dusted myself off, I stood up behind Phil, and took a moment to realize that diplomacy was not going to win the day. So, naturally, I punched Phil in the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. I decided to go ahead and let him fall to the ground, instead of catching him. He was a total shit, after all.

A few people cheered, including Neil, the Innkeep. Andy looked at me, full of concern, suddenly realizing my hand was bleeding. “Devil’s bunions! What happened?”

I grunted as I picked up Phil and hoisted him over my shoulder. Fucking ballhair, he was really fat! “This sack of shit had a knife he was set on impaling himself with, when you tripped him. For some stupid reason, I felt the need to intercede. Next time I get such a notion, will you kindly bloody stop me?”

Andy grinned. “I dunno, you’re decently fast.”

I snorted. “This bastard is heavy. Which way is the damned jail?”

Notes



because phil anselmo sucks, i will totally, shamelessly, slam him in my fan fiction. that's what you get for being a bigot!

Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

I've waited right to the end to comment. I loved this so much. I love all the characters and if this site would let me vote loads, I would. I wish it were more like wattpad in that respect. I've read the first chapter of the next installment and I can't wait. I'm super excited.

xPockyCookiex xPockyCookiex
4/7/17

@Teja

yay! so glad you like it so far!

anathema anathema
3/26/17

@smutty pariah

*snorts at you* ;0)

anathema anathema
3/26/17

Yes, can't wait!

Teja Teja
3/26/17