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 From Siddella's Surrender By Sascha Illyvich
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   Chapter One

   She ducked into the shadows, using the large buildings as cover against
the onslaught of electric bolts being fired at her by the Cyber-Fae. 
Heaving breath, sweat covered and barely clothed, she had only herself to
blame for trying to steal data from a high ranking Comrade in this part of
town.  What little magick she could summon, she pulled from deep within and
used it with a cloak chant.  The Cyber-Fae chasing her wouldn't be able to
sense her unless her temperature fluctuated much.  In this cold weather,
that was unlikely.  Fae in the Unseelie Kingdom knew only one temperature.
Freezing.  Lights from hover cars zoomed past her, the whirling sirens of
the Cyber-Fae's elite police force speeding past her.  Siddella's heart
pounded loudly against her chest.  In these lands she could not call enough
magick to warm her body or still her beating heart since the grid took ever
little bit of energy from the inhabitants to power the computers used to
run the city-state.  Sinking deeper into the shadows, Siddella remained
still as a brick while silently praying for the return of the Goddess and
God to these lands.  She hadn't been here personally to experience what was
once the great Unseelie Kingdom but stories abounded of a time when there
was no military other than royalty and weapons consisted of magick, not
metal.  Another moment passed in what seemed like an eternity.  Using her
magick feelers, Siddella picked up the presence of others who were not Fae
and they were close by.  Probably more military.  There was supposed to be
a demonstration today.  She hoped to avoid detection and blend into the
shadows while making her way back to meet her contact.  They wouldn't help
her but their scents would help mask hers once she mingled in with them. 
The trick was, did she have enough glamour to change her appearance and get
into whatever event was going on.  A little food would help.  Disappearing
from this hateful realm and into the Seelie Kingdom would be a better fate
than dying under the thumb of a merciless ruler who sold his own people out
for technology in an attempt to provide security against a non threatening
enemy.  Or, perhaps she could get to Earth and masquerade as a Goth while
living out her days in peace.  The money her contact promised for this
information would certainly get her out of the Unseelie City-State. 
Siddella crept along the building side until she reached the back wall that
ran along the length of the high rise.  Peering up between the buildings,
she noticed a sliver of light between the brick wall and back edge of the
building.  She could slither through, race along the line of the wall and
bypass being spotted if she kept her balance.  Her stomach grumbled. 
Siddella set a hand on her tummy and clutched at it.  A shiver ran through
her.  She swallowed hard.  The sky opened up and began to pour white snow
from the clouds.  The sounds of other Fae yelling and scurrying inside to
avoid the snow echoed through the alleyway.  Siddella didn't have a choice.
She had to make it into one of the nearby buildings before the electric
snowfall zapped her.  Since the weather had changed so drastically in the
Unseelie, Gods and Goddesses left.  The land which lived at will no longer
reflected Faery culture.  Random beautiful storms that showered Faery with
colorful liquid and made flowers bloom in the darkness became acid rain
storms.  Snow that once coated the land in a blanket of white and blue now
fell with heavy voltage of electricity.  Not all of Faery had changed, the
Seelie Kingdom was still a Kingdom, not a Fascist city-state.  Granted, the
Fae there were prudish and Victorian but that part of Fae still retained
the blessings of the Court of Light.  Siddella clutched the flash drive in
her pocket and made a dash for the wall.  She hoped her speed could get her
up on top and keep her balanced until she found an opening.  With a quick
jump, she now perched on the single layer brick wall.  The tiny amount of
room would give her some shelter from the electric snow, but not enough to
keep her completely uncovered.  If snow hit her skin, it would zap her with
several hundred volts of electricity.  She swallowed another lump in her
throat and took off down the line of bricks, darting over gaps.  Snow fell
with a buzz around her ears.  She stopped just in time to see the end of
the wall and a light blanket of snowfall cover the road before her. 
"Shit." Panting, she dug her hand into the pocket of her jeans and shoved
the flash drive deeper inside, making sure to protect it from the outside
static that accompanied the snow.  The soft buzzing became a loud hiss. 
Looking around, Siddella saw the giant hotel across from where she perched
and saw doors open.  Guests in suits hung around the glass windows watching
the snowfall.  She could probably make it across the street without getting
hit by snow.  Hover vehicles zoomed down the street at a fast pace.  The
cars provided protection from the electrical storm but nobody liked being
out in it.  Her nose picked up the scent of white pepper and cayenne.  She
ran a hand through her shoulder length white hair and hoped she could
summon enough glamour to get passed the doorman into shelter.  This would
require the rest of her energy.  She'd spent what she had on getting to
this point.  Every nerve was on edge.  She calculated the distance from
here to the hotel opening.  Just one hundred meters.  With the wind blowing
that would probably knock her off course slightly, at best.  At worst,
she'd make it to the awning but get hit with a few flakes.  "Fuck." She had
no choice.  She had to survive the next few hours in hopes of meeting her
contact.  One more, she swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. 
Taking a deep breath, she figured out that heading slightly to the left of
her target would probably get her to the door and inside with just enough
time to spare that she could throw up her glamour and fit in with the
others.  Tattered black and pink cloth covered her top and because of her
breasts hug just above her belly button, tight blue shorts hugged her hips,
leaving most of her legs exposed.  Ankle length boots with holes in the
soles completed her rag tag outfit.  She shrugged and prayed once more to
the Gods who used to live here that she wouldn't get struck down by
electric snow.  Inhaling a deep breath, Siddella lowered herself to a
sprinting position.  With a whoosh, she let out her breath and took off
into the street.  A horn blared to her right.  Lights flashed to her left.
Gunfire sounded.  The electric bolt buzzed by her ear, distracting her for
just a split second.  She veered slightly off course but kept up her pace.
Her legs pumped hard and fast, sending blood through her body to help
movement.  A loud thud caught her off guard before she realized she'd hit a
column inside the hotel.  Patrons stared at her oddly.  Staff looked at
her, then returned to dealing with customers.  A grin almost crossed her
lips as she realized she underestimated her speed and ran straight through
the glass doors and into the middle of the large foyer.  Marble columns
like the one she ran into towered above her head.  Gray and black seemed to
be the predominant theme here, with high metal walls that rose to the sky.
Above her, snow fell and landed on the glass fixture several stories up. 
She'd made it to the proper hotel to meet her contact.  She let out a sigh
of relief.  Only a few more minutes remained before she could escape this
nasty hell.  "Miss?" A hand tapped her shoulder.  She looked up to see
another Faery, his eyes slightly slanted and closed much like the Asians of
Earth.  His form fitting gray uniform showed off broad shoulders and narrow
hips.  She licked her lips.  "Yes?" "May I help you?" He spoke politely,
keeping an even tone while his gaze roamed over her body.  Patting herself
off, Siddella stood.  She remembered the gunfire outside.  She had limited
time before whoever shot at her came into the hotel.  Think damnit!  "I'm
here waiting for a friend." He smiled kindly.  "Can I get you a coat?  You
hardly look dressed for this weather." That smile didn't quite reach his
eyes.  His accent was definitely that of a Halfling.  Words were pronounced
in a low tone and drawn out.  "You look like you're not even from these
lands." She ran a hand through her blonde hair.  "Because I have dual
colored irises?" "Because you're shivering and dressed highly
inappropriately for the Unseelie City-State." She snorted.  The eyes of the
Fae often gave away what area they were from.  In Siddella's case, she had
no idea which part of the lands once called a Kingdom she was from and had
yet to see anyone else with eyes like hers.  The average faery had adapted
to the weather conditions here in the Unseelie, wearing layers of heavy
clothing to protect against the frigidness and snow.  Yet, Siddella hadn't
worn much in her life, ever.  She suspected her Unseelie heritage was to
blame for her sexuality.  "Yeah.  Well, it's laundry day?" He chuckled. 
"Fair enough I suppose.  At least let me get you a house robe then." It
wasn't like the fae didn't encourage nudity in many places but this hotel
swarmed with businessmen and women who most likely weren't here for the
freak show or the club scene.  She nodded.  "Is there a washroom I can
use?" He pointed down one hall towards a row of elevators.  "Yes.  Come
with me and we'll get you that robe." She straightened and looked around.
The fae standing before her stood several inches taller than she.  He
extended a hand to her.  Seeing a chance to use what little glamour she
could on him, she blinked and focused her energy on changing her
appearance. White hair spiked and became a blood red.  Her dual colored
eyes became tri colored, silver with white and red flecks.  She stood an
inch taller with darker skin.  Her clothes she couldn't change so much. 
She swore.  Not enough magick.  Taking the offered hand, she wondered if
she could drain this faery for a little boost.  Concentrating hard, she
pushed a little more magick into the other faery's body and felt the line
of power coursing through him at a slow pace.  Calling his power into her
required very little effort.  The magick he did hold onto slowly seeped
into her body.  His eyes widened at the realization of what she was doing.
She'd have to think fast or he'd pull back and report her.  Draining others
was a crime in these lands.  Siddella let a slow smile curve her lips
upwards while eyelashes batted seductively at him.  The fae's eyes twinkled
with lust.  She whispered.  "I can make this worth your while.  I just need
a little." He nodded.  "Get me that robe.  Lead me to the bathroom." His
pants showed the outline of an erection.  Fifteen minutes later, Siddella
left the ladies room with a refreshed feeling.  Instead of dressing in the
robe her victim promised to fetch for her, she now wore the hotel uniform
and had enough magick to make her body fit the clothes.  The poor Halfling
she drained wouldn't remember a thing other than being escorted to the
ladies restroom.  Sometimes she hated how she used her femininity against
men, but this wasn't the time to berate herself for her gifts.  Never had
she had to sleep with someone to get what she wanted, but teasing them was
a lot of fun when time permitted.  She clutched the flash drive in her
pocket and peeked around the corner.  A number of Military personnel
gathered around a clerk at the front desk.  His hands rose in the air when
rifles were pointed at him.  The clerk's face froze.  One of the Cyber-Fae
stepped closer, flashed a badge.  She couldn't make out the words but the
feeling in her gut told her she had better hightail it out of here.  An
elevator dinged.  The doors opened and five rather tall creatures she
recognized as wolves stepped into the elevator.  She had to go with them.
Hell, her contact said she would be with the wolves, maybe she was one. 
Siddella had only spoken to her twice over the mirrors used to call between
planes.  Seeing her chance, Siddella slid in casually with the wolves. 
"What floor, gentlemen?" A gruff voice filled the compact space, making it
hard to breathe among the heavy scents of earth and dirt that threatened to
choke her.  "Third floor." Nodding, Siddella hit the button for the third
floor and stood at attention.  Her eyes roamed over the five wolves.  They
stood silent, buzzing with power.  She wanted to lick and taste that power,
use it against the military Cyber-Fae downstairs and get a lasting parting
shot before she got paid and left this hellish realm.  Wolves and Fae
didn't mix, however.  Not according to the laws of the land nor to her own
code.  Wolves were good for business deals and information but that was it.
Stories of the Protectors brutally slaughtering Unseelie fae haunted many
of the inhabitants here since the CyberMage put out a call to hunt them
down.  So what were wolves doing in plain sight here?  It's not like the
CyberMage could be everywhere, and this particular city was fairly safe
from overbearing military control.  That was until she'd stolen valuable
data from the military here.  A pair of eyes burned into her, making her
aware of someone observing her.  Was this her contact?  "You, come with us.
We need to let the hotel know of our needs and Frika has a list." She
nodded.  Might as well play along and keep hidden from the military
scouring the hotel's lower level.  "Sure boss." The elevator stopped.  The
doors opened to reveal another set of white marble doors with ornate
etchings.  The wolves exited the elevator with Siddella in tow.  She
stepped past the carved doors and into the grand ballroom to see what must
have been over 100 wolves all seated at tables.  They all appeared human,
but the smell of deep earth and musk washed over her, making her sway from
the rush of so much energy.  Siddella turned to face a dark skinned man
with gold eyes.  He wore the same style suit as everyone else in the room,
complete with dress shoes made of what was probably the finest leather. 
Lips parted.  "You, Myrc." His gruff voice called.  She looked askance at
him, before realizing that the Halfling she robbed was named Myrc.  "Yes?"
"There is Lord Frika." He pointed to another man standing at the foot of a
large dais.  A chair sat atop the large dais, three steps above the ground.
Dressed in purple and silver velvet with a gold wolf's head protruding from
a post to the left, it looked like something out of a storybook. 
Recognition hit her at who she was with.  Frika and his cohorts were the
Black Angus.  Lord Frika made his way to her, stopping just before her.  He
stood a great deal larger than life.  Long blonde hair blanketed large
shoulders, swaying over thick hips.  His shirt stretched taut over a
massive chest.  The chiseled features of his face remained stoic.  Dark
gray eyes smoldered with passion so hot it threatened to consume her. 
Masculine lips that spelled danger parted.  "We have a few needs, Myrc." He
looked awkwardly at her.  She backed up.  Not him.  Not the king of the
legendary wolves.  Trembling now, she took another step back.  "I'm afraid
I can't help you.  Let me get someone else who--" From behind them, loud
voices echoed commands.  Within seconds, the walls became lined with
Cyber-Fae soldiers, all pointing guns at Frika and Siddella.  She turned to
face them.  A soldier stepped forward and spoke with a mechanized voice. 
"You all need to come with us." A finger pointed in Siddella's direction.
Guns trained on her emitted a high pitch sound.  Frika stepped in front of
her.  "What is the meaning of this?  How dare you invade a gathering of
this nature with your bastardized technology.  Do you know who I am?" The
soldier took another step forward.  "An enemy of the state as of now. 
You're harboring a terrorist." A group of men surrounded Frika.  The dark
skinned one who ushered Siddella towards him earlier glanced over his
shoulder.  "Get out of here, Lord Frika.  It's too dangerous." Lord Frika
sighed.  Siddella saw the pained look on his face.  "Fine, but I'm taking
collateral.  I'll be in touch." The soldier nodded and saluted Frika.  He
wrapped a strong arm around Siddella's waist and tugged her to him.  She
screamed a protest that went unheard.  Her body hit his instantly and
arousal welled up from within.  What the fuck?  "You dare to fuck with the
wolves that guard that Which Is Between?" The dark skinned wolf growled. 
"Seize them and kill them if you have to." Siddella squirmed against
Frika's body, unable to move against the solid wall of muscles of his
stomach.  Something swelled thick and large against her back.  She
swallowed.  His cock, he was aroused at this?  What the hell?  In a
blinding flash of light, the two sped through the hallway and ended up
where she came in.  "Fuck," Frika glanced around.  Siddella saw it too, the
place swarmed with military.  He looked down at her and bared sharp teeth.
"What did you do to incur the wrath of the military, little girl?" Wouldn't
you like to know?  She started to speak but couldn't find the words. 
Unsure of whether Lord Frika was her savior or not, she remained silent. 
Guns pointed at them.  "Freeze!" He shifted his weight and held her tighter
against him.  "It doesn't matter.  We're out of here." His body radiated
warmth like she hadn't felt in months due to being on the streets or
sleeping in alleyways.  She liked the feel of his hands around her despite
the repulsion at being with a wolf.  Magick poured from him into her so
fast it made her dizzy.  "We're getting out of here.  You'll need to hold
on so enjoy the push of magick while you can." She nodded.  Anything to
avoid being killed by the Cyber-Fae.  When she saw the doors open and
realized where they were heading, her eyes widened.  "Wait what about the
snow?" He headed fist first through the hotel doors, smashing glass with
his huge body.  Shards cut into her skin but were instantly healed,
presumable from the boost in magick he gave her.  `We'll deal.  I can
shelter us both long enough to get to another building not far from here.
Trust me."



     Chapter 2

   Snow fell around them, making a loud buzzing sound with each flake that
came in contact with the temporary shield Frika erected.  Myrc screamed and
buried her head into Frika's chest.  He looked down at her while running
through the streets and noted his body's reaction to her.  Warmth poured
off him into her.  She shivered against him.  The clothes she wore weren't
hers and worse yet, were too large and bulky.  She wouldn't get very far on
her own in them.  Rough as they were, they didn't shelter her from the
intense grip he had on her.  Breasts crushed against his chest, her
muscular yet soft thighs wrapped around his waist.  Arms wrapped tightly
around his waist while they ran.  He slung her over his back and picked up
speed.  Electric bolts whizzed past him, hitting telecommunications poles
and vehicles and causing explosions.  It seemed the Unseelie military had
no regard for others personal belongings.  He snickered.  Numerous fae
scattered to avoid stray fire.  Those halfwit mechanized faeries wouldn't
catch him.  He wasn't an average wolf.  The magick he called came from the
land of that which is between realms.  The CyberMage and his ilk hadn't
been able to conquer that part of Faery yet and with good reason.  The
truth was that Frika and his men weren't true wolves.  They were a breed of
dog in Faery known as Black Angus.  True Faeries, not wolves like the Earth
form, they resembled large beasts with fur so black it made the night sky
appear as though it were daylight.  They were the stuff nightmares of Faery
were made of.  Before the change in climate and governance in the Unseelie,
they were the scariest of terrors.  No one had seen them roam the lands
here in centuries.  When the CyberMage took power, he banned them along
with the deities from this region.  Not all of the dwellings in the
Unseelie were modernized into city-states yet, but the majority of them had
been due to the newly established military set up by the Cyber-Fae.  Frika
had his share of run ins with the technologically enhanced Cyber-Fae.  They
proved no match against him or his brothers and sisters.  As guardians of
the land of Faery, their job was simple.  Restore the balance and upset the
mess created by the mechanized Cyber-Fae and the CyberMage.  Running
through the street, Frika ducked into a corner.  Siddella still held on
tightly.  "You're okay?" She looked at him with the most horrified
expression on her face.  Eyes wide, jaw agape, she reeked of fear.  Her
short red hair lengthened to shoulder length and became white as snow.  Her
skin remained pale and she lost some height.  Perfect lips glistened in the
dim light from a street lamp nearby.  "You're...." She trembled against him
and started to release him.  He met her stare with one of his own.  "Can't
hold your glamour anymore huh?" He sighed.  "If you let go of me, you'll
lose protection from the snow." Fingers clenched around his shoulders. 
"Why did you kidnap me?" Her voice lilted, indicative of her obvious
concern for her situation.  His body reacted at the sight of her parted
lips.  His cock hardened.  Pulse sped.  Blood pumped through him.  Frika
shook his head.  "What?" "You kidnapped me and are now and enemy of the
state.  Why would you risk yourself?" Frika shook off the notion.  "Silly
faery.  I am not one the State should mess with.  Why are they after you?"
She shook her head.  "Typical military bullshit." He cocked his head to the
side.  "You don't look like military personnel.  More like..." he sniffed.
"Lust." She scoffed.  "What are you talking about?  I'm far from lustful.
I'm..." She stopped.  Narrowing his eyes at her, he licked his lips.  "I
can set you down but you must remain in contact with me otherwise the snow
will zap you." She rolled her eyes.  "Great." She sounded annoyed He
snorted.  "Once the snow hits the ground, it's harmless except for extreme
cold.  You've got those boots on still?" She murmured a response.  Lowering
to one knee, Frika set her down on the ground, hearing the crunch of snow
beneath her feet before he stood tall again.  A chill raced through her
from the lack of his intense heat.  She clutched at the sleeve of his shirt
but kept a wary distance.  Raking his gaze up and down the length of her
body, he licked his lips.  She smelled of guilt.  "You've done something
you shouldn't have." She didn't respond.  Her skin turned a shade of pink,
an amazing feat in the cold weather.  At least his protection provided a
modicum of heat.  Scanning the area, Frika no longer felt the presence of
his enemies.  She met his gaze with an angry stare.  She pointed a finger
at him.  "What were you doing here?  The Black Angus are outlawed here in
Faery." The way her hair framed her face gave it a softness that
contradicted her vehement tone.  Pouty lips looked like they needed
kissing. Still, Frika scoffed.  "Wrong.  They're the reason Faery still
exists.  We protect the land and its magick.  Sadly, we spent too much time
in the Seelie trying to restore order after an assassination attempt was
made on the Queen and King of Light." Her pout became a frown.  "So you
left us all here to die at the hands of a monster." For a timid faery, she
sounded brazen.  "Myrc, that's a bunch of bullshit." She pouted.  "My
name's not Myrc." He flicked the tag with a finger.  "Says right there on
the tag." She looked down at her shirt.  Tearing the tag off, she discarded
it behind her.  "Siddella.  I'm Siddella." He'd seen her face before but
where?  Then recognition hit him.  "Ah yes.  Siddella the hacker, thief and
cock tease.  You're well renowned.  I knew I recognized you from
somewhere." She winced visibly.  "I'm not a tease." Frika looked at the
sky. Seeing the cloud cover dissipate, he figured the barrier could too. 
No use in wasting energy.  He caught her by the wrist.  Startled, she
struggled against him but stopped when she realized he wouldn't let go.  "I
take it you stole something valuable to the CyberMage." She didn't say
anything.  In the blink of an eye, Frika pinned her against the wall and
held her with both hands.  His size dwarfed her, made her appear small and
feminine.  Despite the obvious height differences, Siddella was soft in all
the right places against his hardness.  Her bottom lip quivered.  Red
flecks dotted the silver of her enlarged irises.  She shuffled beneath him.
"Let me go!" Frika lowered his mouth to hers in a move that shocked them
both.  Pressing hard against her lips, he tasted her, flicked his tongue
out to capture hers.  She moaned a stifled protest in response but quickly
acquiesced beneath him.  Her breasts crushed against his chest and nipples
puckered.  A hand slid along her arm until it reached her waist.  Snaking
around to feel the curve of her ass, he cupped her ass and squeezed it. 
Her pleasurable moan vibrated against his mouth.  He tasted the exquisite
aroma of Faery on her lips, enjoying the succulent feel of her mouth moving
against his.  She spread her legs slightly.  Rocking his hips upwards, he
pressed the length of his erection into her.  Sirens wailed in the
distance. Fuck.  He pulled back from her.  The startled look on her face
changed to an expression of confusion mixed with arousal.  Her eyes
twinkled even though her cheeks blushed a shade of pink.  "What?" He
coughed.  "Congrats little princess, this has just become an official
kidnapping." Her body tensed beneath his.  She stuttered and took a step
back, keeping her hands up defensively.  "No!" "Princess if you're holding
onto something the State wants back, that means someone else is waiting for
you.  And that means I now have a bargaining card when I talk to that
damned Puma from Earth." Before Siddella could react, Frika grabbed her
wrists and hoisted her up against him.  Securing her by the waist, he poked
his head around the corner and saw other faeries beginning to crowd the
streets.  This was a good sign.  A loud engine blared.  Vehicles cleared
the streets to make way for the Military procession.  Several fae spread to
the sidewalks and gathered to wait.  More faeries came out from various
shops and buildings around them.  Two rows of tanks followed by several
soldiers behind and in front of them marched down the street.  From one of
the tanks, a tall soldier stood, dressed in the familiar black and gray
outfit of the military.  Boots went up to half calf.  Pointed ears signaled
his Sprite heritage.  He held a bullhorn up to his mouth.  He shouted
repeatedly, "We seek those who oppose the City-State.  We are Faery.  We
are the face of evolution." The crowd kept a respectful distance from the
vehicles and the military but joined in with the chorus.  Frika smelled the
obvious fear in the crowd.  He had to get them out of there and now.  There
was too much power even against a Black Angus.  "There is a thief amongst
you.  The Black Angus and a faery have teamed together and stolen from the
State, from you, something of value!  We must work together to find and
capture them.  We must work as one, Comrades; we are the City State of
Faery!" The leader lacked charisma to move the crowd towards their cause
but others still chanted in support.  Boots stomped in unison while drones
and soldiers with guns continued past Frika.  Siddella shivered against
him. Her warmth had disappeared, replaced by cold fear.  "Damn, whatever
you stole from them is big." Siddella buried her face in the mass of his
hair.  Frika looked up at the clear sky and back at the military march.  He
couldn't blend in; there was too much original faery in his scent.  But he
could still give the city's inhabitants a scare while they made it to the
safe house.  They weren't that far from where he was to rendezvous with the
informant Puma from Earth.  Hopefully time in Faery mimicked Earth-side
time.  If not, who knew how much time would pass here in Faery before the
puma showed up.

   He commanded "You'd better hold on." Siddella's mouth opened against his
neck in protest but words came out in an empty gasp.  Pausing, Frika had a
better idea.  "We're legend now.  Along with kidnapping you, I'm
handcuffing you to me." Before she could protest, Frika backed her into the
wall, caught up both her hands and slapped a pair of cuffs on her.  Then he
hoisted her onto his back.  She kicked out at flesh but brushed against
soft fur instead.  Lifting his huge head up, he looked at her through the
wolf's eyes now.  Fear registered all over her face.  The cuffs secured
against his collar with magick so old she wouldn't recognize it.  At least
she had the decency not to draw attention to them.  He barked, speaking in
a deep baritone growl.  "Lean against my back." Without hesitation,
Siddella did as was asked.  The giant beast pawed the ground and snorted,
emitting steam from his nostrils.  He lifted his head and roared loudly. 
Several nearby faeries turned to see what the noise was.  Their jaws
dropped at the sight of him.  He growled again, this time letting loose a
roar so loud it drown out the tanks.  Several rifles pointed at him. 
Summoning power from within, Frika opened his mouth and let loose a storm
of ice from his mouth.  Guns froze as did the military.  Ice covered and
halted two of sixteen tanks.  Men shouted, panic erupted amongst the crowd
as it disbursed in typical riot fashion.  Frika saw his chance.  Cutting
straight through the crowd, he leapt onto the sidewalk and headed towards
one of the tanks.  "What are you doing?" Teeth chattered against his skin.
"Quiet.  I'm making our escape while I kidnap you." Siddella grabbed his
fur tighter.  Her body shook above him, jarring her pussy against him. 
He'd have to have more than just a taste later.  An explosion not more than
a few blocks diverted the attention of some of the soldiers.  Other faeries
panicked and began to scatter like ants.  Screams filled the air along with
smoke that billowed up from the distance.  Some of his men had made it to
their destination on time.  Seizing his chance, Frika lowered his head and
growled.  Jumping on top of the tank, he snarled at the commander of the
brigade and shot fire from his jaw.  The Cyber-Fae raised a mechanical arm
to block the fire but found his the metal singed off.  "What the fuck?" An
eye spun to meet Frika's gaze.  The creature spoke in a gurgled voice. 
I'll kill you with this blow." The Cyber-Fae pointed his free hand at
Frika. Someone barked orders at the troops.  Someone else yelled at the
raging crowd in an attempt to control them.  Electric shocks mixed with
screams filled the air.  Terrified, many of the Fae fled from the scene. 
Frika pushed more power into the blast and sent a beam of energy into the
arm.  Leaping away with Siddella atop him, he caught the scent of scorched
flesh and burnt metal.  He landed on the road and took off towards an empty
street.  He growled, "That's what those halfwits get for fucking with me
and going against nature." The sound of booted footsteps crunching snow
echoed behind Frika.  Shots rang loudly and filled the air with smoke and
an electric haze that distorted his senses slightly.  He coughed but kept
running down the street.  It wouldn't take much to lose the few troops who
followed them but Frika needed a diversion.  He could run forever but so
could the Cyber-Fae.  They didn't have to worry about bodies giving out
since they bound their souls to cybernetic beings.  The only way to kill
them was through dismemberment.  A few blocks later, there were still
several soldiers in pursuit.  Several explosions still rocked the landscape
behind them.  More smoke filled the air along with the smells of burning
metal, flesh and vile stench.  The ground beneath them shook, catching some
of the Cyber-Fae soldiers off guard.  The plan to have others in his guard
launch an assault against the city's military must have gone off without a
hitch.  Frika noted the presence of rundown buildings in the area.  Windows
were broken, boarded up, doors with large cracks in them served as
entrances while graffiti covered many of the walls.  He was now heading
into Menace territory.  He hated what he was about to do.  A four story
building looked right to provide a blockade and stall his pursuers.  Frika
charged an energy blast in his mouth.  Siddella have caught wind of what he
was going to do.  She gripped his fur tighter.  "Do not do what I think
you're going to do!" "Hush, little girl." He aimed for the building and
unleashed a large wave of energy.  It hit the building with such an impact
that it sent rubble and glass raining down everywhere around them.  Frika
rushed beneath the falling debris, amused at Siddella's screams when he did
so.  Sliding just past the fallen concrete, he spun on his feet and saw the
building crumble forward, crashing down on the few troops who chased him.
More than likely, they wouldn't be dead.  But the debris would slow them
down long enough for them to realize where they were at and have to deal
with the Menace.  Menace territory, areas in the run down parts of the
city-states harbored a faction of Faeries similar to the Cyber-Fae, only
most of them gave up the unnatural binding of fae magick to technology. 
Once they learned what the surgery would entail when completed, many of
them chose death or tried to escape the horrid doctors and so called
healers who performed the operations.  Then they rebelled against the
government, creating a low class, high tech group of outlaws who harbored
an intense hatred for anything not true faery.  They weren't all that fond
of the Black Angus, either.  Happy with his diversion, Frika took off down
the street towards the checkpoint where he was to meet the puma.  Panting,
he broke off into a sprint so fast that buildings blurred past him if he
had normal vision.  Siddella's head was no doubt spinning from the sheer
speed at which he ran.  Her petty attempts at trying to steal energy from
him made him chuckle.  She couldn't manipulate energy of the Black Angus.
It just wasn't done.  Most of the Unseelie had forgotten about Ancient
magick that hovered here in the land.  It remained alert, aware of the
changes in Faery, but dormant.  Something in him awoke, calling to the
sleeping power of the Black Angus.  Every nerve became open to her energy,
wanting to mix it with his, to strengthen them both.  Why?  Frika hadn't
the time to figure it out yet.  He scouted the surroundings, looking for
Menace or military.  Upon coming to an empty, boarded building, Frika
slowed his pace, trotting down the sidewalk until he came to what passed
for the entrance.  A large piece of graffiti covered wood blocked the door.
Pawning the ground, Frika stood to his full height while letting bones in
his body adjust so he could walk on two legs again.  Siddella hung from his
collar, forcing him stumbling back a few steps before he reached around and
caught her lithe body in one hand.  She screamed.  He swung her around to
face him, spinning the collar around his neck.  Amused, his muzzle curled
upwards, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth when he smiled.  His voice,
gruff and deep, rumbled low in his chest.  "Do you know what gives the
Black Angus its power?" Reaching for the chain between the cuffs and his
collar, Siddella kicked at Frika.  "No and I don't care!" Frika grabbed the
chain from her and snapped it in his hands.  "You should care.  You've just
become worth a lot to me." Siddella thrashed wildly, kicking out at him and
shaking her hands.  "What are you talking about?  I'm already no good to
you.  What the fuck were you and your Black Angus doing in this city
anyway? It's not good for you?" Working to smooth out the tones in his
voice, Frika called enough magick to change his head back to looking fae.
"Says who?" "Says the fucking CyberMage and his entire group of cronies,
that's who!" The mischievous smile reached his eyes.  "If I didn't know
better, I'd think you actually cared for me." Siddella spat the words out.
"Fuck no.  I hate dealing with wolves and the Black Angus are high on my
list of beings I'd rather die than be with!" Frika let magick envelope him
so that his body returned to its previous form.  Fur and fang disappeared
and became flesh and blood fae once again.  Long blond hair fell over his
hips.  Muscles flexed with power.  Features smoothed and Frika even lost an
inch or six in height.  Siddella remained cuffed and held off the ground.
"Ugh!  Put me down!" He shook his head.  She was going to play hard to get,
a fact that amused him.  "I don't think so.  You'll run away.  And this is
a kidnapping." He grinned.  Siddella rolled her hips against his.  "I can
make it worth your while if you let me go." He cocked a brow.  "You will.
But on my terms." Muscles in her throat worked.  Her jaw clenched. 
Nervousness poured off her in waves.  She couldn't actually go through with
actual sex, she was a virgin!  "What are you planning?" He jerked the chain
bound to her handcuffs towards him.  He dragged her towards the alleyway,
keeping them both against the wall.  He turned and grinned sheepishly at
her.  "You'll see." The sound of Siddella swallowing echoed in the space
between the two buildings.  Finally Frika stopped and looked up.  He saw
the broken window, just as the puma had told him.  It wasn't six feet up,
however.  More like ten.  And it didn't look large enough for them both to
get through.  Well, Siddella could get through it easily, her sexy little
body was lithe and light.  Except for her delicious curves would prevent
her from fitting into the tiny windows.  He licked his lips at the thought
of exploring her.  Fuck.  Another glance reassured him that his body surely
couldn't fit through that hole, either.  He sighed.  "Guess you're going up
first."