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Jackness and Party Chapter 2 Book 1

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JACKNESS HAD BEEN CAUGHT sneaking back into his house. He didn’t mean to break into the Frosting’s home-let alone get caught being out so late at night. Both his mom and dad stood firmly in front of him, preventing the teen from scurrying into his room to avoid a lecture. Jackness’s parents loved him, they treated him as if he were their own flesh and blood. They even had the over protective parents act down to a ‘T’.

“H…Hey, lovely night for a stroll, right?” his meek attempt to appease their anger went unnoticed.

Jackness’s parents were both fit, like extremely fit. They had to be to do their job. His dad was tall, he almost had to duck his head just to get in through the front door. Along with his extreme height his dad also had a mug that could scare little children if they had just met him. The older man’s nose was twisted at a weird angle from a previous break and his face was littered with scars ranging in size in shape. One particularly nasty scar webbed across his forehead like as if it were broken glass and another led to the older man’s right eye being sown shut. On top of that his father possessed a lumberjack beard.

Jack’s mom, well she was beautiful, her features were soft gentle and rounded. She had kind blue eyes and pixey cut hair. The only thing that marred her features was a small scar that lay across her nose like a Band-Aid. His mom was like the mother every person would want. He loved that she was always so caring and tender to all, except an evil fairy. When Jackness was little he used to enjoy her tickling him until he was breathless and feeding him hordes of homemade candy whenever his dad wasn’t looking

She walked up to him and evaluated the remains of his snack that were smeared on his face. Pancake licked her thumb and worked to scrub the stubborn chocolate from his cheek. Jackness noticed that her scowl had been replaced with a persistent loving grin. No matter how hard she tried, even the battle hardened fairy hunter couldn’t hide her soft spot for her adoptive son. Both of his parents were that way.

“What were you doing out so late, Jackness?” His father tried to sound demanding-kind of hard when he sounded more tired than anything.

“Well…I dropped on by at the Frosting’s house….” The teen began slowly, rocking on his heels as he spoke.

His mom raised an eyebrow, “And…?”

By this point Jackness was pulling at his fingers as if trying to wring the confession out of himself. Despite the fact he knew that his parent’s wouldn’t be too mad at him, he still had a hard time admitting what he did wrong. He wanted to prove that he was strong, mature, and able to be just as independent as his sister was. Jackness wanted to show them he could be just as good as any human teenager. He wasn’t some child that needed to be protected all the time.

“I sorta broke a window.” Before his parents could say anything he added, “I smelled chocolate and I realized that I really wanted…some…chocolate?”

So much for being mature.

With a sigh, his mom brushed her slim fingers through his hair, glass shards and wood splinters spilled out as she did. She gave a chuckle and then kissed him on the forehead. “Thank you for telling the truth, little fae, now you should go to bed, we’ll discuss this more tomorrow.”

“But…” He felt he wanted to say something, but what could he say? “Okay, good night.”

Jackness trekked upstairs without another word. Weren’t they going to punish him like they would when Bev had been his age? Didn’t they want to ground him and tell him that he needs to start acting like a mature teen? The fairy didn’t like being coddled so much, he didn’t like being treated like a small child who could do no wrong. Humans raised him; shouldn’t he be treated the same way as any other human teen? Bev had gotten punished when she stayed out past curfew, when she destroyed other people’s property.

Why not him?

When Jackness opened his bedroom door, he expected to see a dark, empty room. It was neither dark nor empty. His sister sat impatiently in the center of his bed, still garbed in her fairy hunter uniform. Her soft features seemed to be cut in half by the scowl that scrunched up her face. The four triangle tattoos on her cheeks also seemed to point to her eyes and intensify her scrutiny. Bev was a tough girl, built the same way as their mother and with the same mother bear instincts, only his sister tended to be beyond over protective.

One would be very intimidated by her, if it weren’t for the pink rabbit fur that had been meticulously arranged as a fluffy Mohawk on her head. She had fallen victim to a fairy attack some years ago, before Jackness’s wings had grown in. Jackness couldn’t remember exactally what happened, but he was pretty sure her once normal and human hair had been lost protecting him. Bev continued to frown at him, even as he slowly shut the bedroom door. Had she been waiting up to reprimand him?

She gave him a silent order and she pat the mattress in front of her. Knowing better than to stand still like an idiot, the fairy complied. Bev forcefully made him turn to face the door as he sat and then began plucking the remaining shards of glass from his hair.

“Look at you.” She said with a rather exasperated sigh. “You’re a mess. All of this for a piece of chocolate.”

Jackness pulled at the ruffles on his boots, “You heard, huh?”

Bev gave him a flick to the back of the neck, her way of reprimanding him. He frowned and rubbed the spot. That was the closest to a firm handed discipline that he would ever get. Not that he wanted to be beaten to a pulp. But yet again he was treated different. Jackness was tired of being treated like a child, he didn’t look like one.

The teen tried to sit still as Bev took the time to look through his mess of hair for hidden glass shards. It was almost impossible for him to sit still for so long. He could feel pins and needles prickling up his spine. Every time he tried to move or twist away she’d grab his shoulders and demand he didn’t move. That was like asking him to never eat chocolate again. It was absolutely impossible.

In his opinion she was taking forever to finish fussing over him.

“Stop pouting.” Bev chided as she yanked the last shard of glass from his hair. “You were supposed to be in bed hours ago.”

“But…”

She glanced at him sharply as she threw away the collection of glass shards. The way she walked, she was definitely exhausted. Jackness knew that she had probably been training with their dad and that could be and endeavor in its self. Bev was just starting to be let into the more dangerous field work and their dad wanted to be sure she was prepared. That usually meant training from dusk until dawn.

“Listen, Jackness.” His sister’s voice softened a fraction. She ran her hand through her hair, grimacing at the touch. “Enjoy being a kid, getting the special treatment, because when its gone its gone.”

The blond looked away from his sister and towards all of the nick-knacks he had collected over the years. Many were random toys and items that his parents brought home with them after their adventures outside of the town. His mom and dad always tried to give him anything he could ever want. The same went for his sister. Jackness knew it was because they wanted him to feel like he was loved.

He knew he was loved.

“Sorry for keeping you up.” Jackness muttered as he crawled up to the pillow on his bed. “See you in the morning.”

He could hear Bev’s heavy boots as she walked across the room. “Night, kiddo. Mom and dad have to leave tomorrow, so make sure you wake up in time to see them off.”

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Jackness and Party Chapter 1 Book 1

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IT WAS A QUIET AND CALM night in the small village of Rockwell. The town wasn’t very big, or very crowded, but it was full of very interesting people. One that the young baker, Hail Frosting, knew very well. Hail leaned against the railing to her families’ bakery taking in the still night air. She enjoyed resting in the cold and looking up at the stars that blinked innocently above her head. There was something heartwarming and familiar about them.

The young woman found that it relaxed her and calmed her anxieties from a long, busy day of selling pastries to the town’s people. One especially exhausting, but endearing, customer was the adoptive son of the Monarchs, the local fairy hunter family. It was particularly ironic considering that Jackness, the most interesting guy in town, was actually a fairy himself. Now what fascinated Hail the most about Jackness wasn’t his long, elegant, green moth wings, or the way his smile seemed to sparkle as dazzling as the sun, no- it was the fact that she wasn’t afraid to be around him. To the surprise of many people who knew her, she was terrified of fae, but Jack was a completely different story

Hail often found most of her day was spent giving the fairy boy free samples of chocolate and listening to him tell her about the misadventures he had been on before he had seen her. One time she had tried to teach him how to make his own chocolate, he impatiently downed the batter in many gulps before it even had a chance to chill. From that day on, Hail only allowed him to watch as she worked. And even though he said he’d behave, the girl knew that Jackness snuck a bit of chocolate whenever her back was turned. Hail didn’t mind it though, it was kind of adorable when he thought he was being sneaky.

Bring, bring

The eighteen year old stretched her arms far above her head and pulled away from the railing. It was time to pull the brownies from the oven. Now it was in no way typical for a baker to stay up far late into the night for a batch of sweets, but Hail knew she would need them in the morning. Jackness’s incurable need to consume chocolate would put her family out of business if it weren’t for the fact she stayed up late at night to make brownies just for him.

As Hail stepped into the warm building, she could smell the sweet chocolate goodies wafting through the air. Baking was always a pleasure for her, so she never minded staying up late to feed her chocolate obsessed friend. After slipping on some oven mitts Hail pulled the effortlessly baked tray of brownies from the rack. She smiled to herself,

“Perfect.”

Jackness was sure to love them.

As she walked to the counter to set the pan to cool, Hail merrily noticed her chocolate bunny sleeping in the blender. Now someone would look in on the scene and wonder, ‘how the heck do you make a living chocolate bunny?’ The answer was quite simple really. Take one impatient fairy with an enormous desire to eat every chocolate thing he saw, and boom something magical would happen. Despite how, odd, it was to have a sentient chocolate bunny living with her, Hail found herself loving the little creature more and more every day. It has brought happyness and humor to her life.

Hail giggled, “Coco, you silly rabbit, you’re playing a dangerous game sleeping in that thing.”

Coco murmured something inaudible as he shifted in his sleep. The teen continued to laugh as she began to pass the window, something glinted in the corner of her eye, but she figured it was the moon peaking in at her. Just as she neared the counter something came barreling through the window and tumbling into her. Hail gave a shriek as she fell to the floor. Miraculously the pan of brownies landed without making a mess or spilling onto the ground.

Glass and wood from the broken window came down in a shower around them.

“CHOCOLATE!” The figure rasped its teeth gleamed in the darkness and the shadow that covered its form seemed like that of a giant. “CHOCOLATE!”

Hail instantly recognized the voice, she squinted through the dim light. Sure enough she could make out his boyish face; the sharpness of his nose and the steepness of his jaw. She knew who it was, his messy golden hair was also a dead giveaway. Hail felt her hands press against the thick leather breast plate he wore because of his fairy hunter (in training) status. The baker pushed him off of her, it was fairly easy because the boy weighted almost nothing.

“Jackness!” She scolded. “Look at you. You’re covered in glass and you probably woke my folks. They sure aren’t gonna be happy about the window.”

His bright green eyes wondered to the window and widened in realization. The boy opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Hail wanted to laugh and swat him on the back of the head. She was a patient girl, but sometimes his lack of ability to think before he acted got to her. Jack quickly jumped to his feet and pulled her up too.

The familiar pounding of feet reached their ears, “What was that? Hail? Are you alright, dumpling?”

“Fine, Papa.” Hail assured them.

Both her Ma and Pa appeared at the bottom of the stairs, blinking almost as if the light bothered their eyes. Hail’s pa, Toaster, or as he preferred to be called ‘Tom’ saw the fairy boy and his weather beaten face instantly drooped into exhaustion. Both he and Hail’s ma, Strudel, aka, Samantha both were used to Jackness’s antics. Many times the eighteen year old had to defend the childish boy to her parents.

For all intensive, human, purposes Jackness was a fifteen year old boy. However, by fairy standards, he had to be pretty young. Hail wasn’t sure how young, but it was obvious from what Bev, his adoptive sister, has told her, it was likely that Jackness would out live them all. Strudel tried to put on a patient smile and carefully tread through the broken glass and wood shards around them. She pat the fairy boy on the head and sighed.

“Whatever are we going to do with you, Fire fly? Help us clean this up and you should go home. I’m sure your folks are looking for ya’.”

Hail had never seen Jackness look so red in the face before. He was obviously thoroughly embarrassed by his actions. The boy almost literally flew to the closet to get the broom and bucket to collect the glass. The girl’s mother gave an all knowing glance as she grabbed the cooled brownie pan from the floor. It was silly how one treat could make a hyperactive fairy even more hyperactive at first smell.

Jackness came back with the dust pan and broom. He silently began to sweep up the splinters of glass and wood that littered the floor. The fairy made no sound as he hastily cleaned the mess he had made. Hail tried to help, but the boy insisted he’d do it by himself. In a matter of minutes he had the floor clean and the supplies put away.

“I’m really sorry, I just smelled the chocolate and…” He closed his eyes, gave a cheeky smile, and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “I guess I couldn’t help myself, Hail always makes the best chocolate.”

Strudel grinned back at him, “That’s sweet and all, but you need your sleep, you’re a growing fae after all.”

Hail watched as the boys shoulders drooped. He was probably going to be in big trouble when he got home. The monarch family tended to be very protective over the fairy despite the nature of their job. To the girl’s surprise her dad presented Jackness with a hunk of fresh brownie from the counter. Jackness bashfully grabbed the treat and gave Hail one last apologetic smile before leaving the chocolate shop.

“Softy.” Hail teased her pa as he started back for the stairs.

He glanced sideways at her, “I have no idea what you mean, dumpling.”

The sound of his feet marching up the creaking stairs filled her ears. She could feel the cool night air filling the house, eating away at the hot air baking had made. That boy could create the biggest mess, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to be mad at him. Strudel pat Hail on her head, gave a wink and followed her husband up the stairs. At least her parents showed no sign of being angry.

“Come on, Coco.” Hail beckoned as she scooped the sleeping bunny from the mixing bowl. “Let’s go to bed.”

Coco whined in protest, “But, Mama, I like sleeping in the bowl.”

Unsympathetic to the rabbit’s request, the girl followed her parents’ example and walked up the stairs and to her room. The room wasn’t incredibly large like the kitchen, but she didn’t mind. She eyed the gentle slope of the room’s ceiling as she walked to her bed which was pressed tightly against the wall by the window. Hail had a clear view of Jackness’s house during the daylight. At night, however, she could only make out the thin outline of the chimney which jutted high into the sky.

Some nights it nearly eclipsed the moon from her sight.

Hail set her chocolaty companion into a special made pocket by her bed and crawled over to the window. She opened it and once again let the cold night air brush her hair from her face. The peaceful ambiance of the outside brought her a calming, sleepy sensation. It was hard for her to keep her eyes focused on the little specks of magic that followed Jackness everywhere he walked. She could just see him as he disappeared into the darkness. He had made it home alright.

She often found herself worrying for her magical friend, he was different and many times people didn’t like that. Both she and Bev were concerned for his safety constantly. Jackness was a very innocent soul which meant he was very trusting. He’d do anything for someone in need. The treat crafter feared one day someone would take advantage of that goodness and destroy the boy completely.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hail could see a little light blink as it came towards her. A little firefly came fluttering down to her finger. Its green glow reminded the teen of her friend’s luminous green eyes. With heavy eyes the girl gave a gentle blow and the bug went back into the sky where it belonged. Once it was out of sight Hail changed into her nightgown and settled herself into the covers of her bed.

Hopefully Jackness won’t break anything tomorrow, Hail thought as she let sleep wash over her weary mind.

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