Chapter 13

Kat woke up, and instantly reached for the glittery pink jewellery box on her bedside table.
Trembling, she cautiously opened the box.
Inside was a small heap of sparkling, glittering, glimmering dust.
It was all the colours of the rainbow, but was mainly made up of a beautiful, pale pink...gems!
Kat gasped, she couldn't believe it! Was this what all the shfaelites turned into when they deceased?
What would Cynthanie's be?
Probably a horrid muck of browns and greys - bleeurgh!
Gently, she grasped the sparkly box and tipped the contents into the flower bed below - the shimmering dust sparkling amongst the primroses and tulips.
Shivering, Kat put the box back on the table, and forced herself to forget Cynthanie.
How could she do that to her own sister?
"I'll ask DreadLock Boy at school - see what he knows about them." She muttered.


Kat glanced around the canteen for DreadLock Boy, her tray of juice and pasta trembling in her hands.
"OVER HERE KAT!" Zara called from behind her, waving her sandwich manically.
Kat smiled and waved back, but turned away and scanned the canteen.
"Listen." She felt a tap on the shoulder and she spun round.
Dreadlock Boy was less than an inch away, his face scrunched up in concentration, his carton of Just Juice scrunched in his hand.
"She died last night. She should not have. Stay away. Keep away. Get out of this village - this county - this country - this world! From now on you are never safe. Even now - they could be watching us. Get out."

Chapter 12

Kat lay in her bed, gazing up at the cracked ceiling.
How could what Dreadlock Boy said be true?
Kat smiled.
He was obviously making it up or completely mad! I must have written shfaelites down somewhere and then he started making up some strange fantasy to creep me out.
Kat shivered still though.
"Tomorrow I will go down to The Pool and check it out. I will hunt for Cythanies friends, Faye and all the others." Kat whispered.
She reached for her iPod and plugged the earphones into her ears.
She scrolled through the list of pop-rock-r&b songs, the bright glow casting a small light round the room.
Disturbia by Rhianna. That seemed so appropriate!
Tap! Tap!
Kat ignored it.
Tap! Tap! THUMP!
Kat's eyelids peeled back and she gazed at her window.
Cynthanie was desperatly tapping at the window, her eyes manic, and another shfaelite close behind her.
Kat leaped up and flung open the window.
The fairies tumbled in and lay, quivering, on the duvet.
Eventually, Cynthanie sat up.
"This is my sisters, Cyrena, she flew here from another clan." Cynthanie panted.
Cyrena looked up.
She had the deepest blue eyes, very pale skin, the colour of milk, a small pink tutu of rose petals, and she had a twist of blonde hair which was pulled up in a elegant bun.
Kat squinted.
She could vaguely see the resemblance of Cythanie and Cyrena, although Cyrena seemed more delicate and....what was the word?
Happy.
"Why did you come here?" Kat asked curiously.
Cyrena opened her mouth to speak but shut it quickly, as Cythanie shot her a sharp, icy glance.
"My friends, the ones I've previously told you about, where chasing us." Cynthanie said visciously, her words sharp and hard.
"Why where they chasing you?" Kat asked.
"Because she tormented them." Cyrena managed to shout.
A flash of anger creeped up on Cythanie's face and she leaped onto Cyrena.
"Shut up you! You don't know anything!" Cynthanie screamed, pushing her onto the ground.
Kat didn't know how to react.
Without meaning to Kat grabbed Cynthanie and flung her off Cyrena.
"Are you ok?" Kat whispered.
Cyrena fluttered her eyes.
"Take me to.......take me to.......I'm dying." Cyrena whispered, her breathing irregular, and her voice shaky.
"What can I do?" Kat whispered.
"Kiki.............................don't fight them..............r...uu...nn....." Cyrena gasped, before she closed her eyes, and her body fell still.
Kat fell her fist ball.
She slowly turned to Cythanie, who was sitting on the floor, her eyes blazing.
"Get. Out. Of. My. House. Never. See. Me. Again." Kat snarled through gritted teeth.
Cythanie hissed, before vanishing.
Kat glanced down at Cyrena, tomorrow she would bury her under the newly planted tulips.
Kat's anger bubbled, as she placed Cyrena in a old jewellery box, then her anger reaching its peak, she went back to sleep.

Chapter 11

Kat sat on the grass bank on the playing field, twiddling a little grass plait.
Heidi and Zara were at Lunch Time Clubs, Zara in the orchestra playing the violin, and Heidi at some dance class.
Kat dropped her plait and lay back, watching the clouds drift in the sky.
"Grm."
Kat frowned and sat up.
Dreadlock Boy was there, his beads on the end of his hair clicking together in the wind.
"Yes?" Kat asked, before realising how rude she sounded.
"Mmmm....." He looked deathly embarrassed.
"What do you want?" Kat asked impatiently.
He turned red.
"Shfaelites." He blurted out suddenly.
She gasped.
"I must pretend I don't know what he's talking about." KAt thought wildly.
"What are you on about?" Kat asked, her voice a little to squeaky.
He looked confused and turned his head to the side.
"The shfaelites." He repeated.
Using all her almost non existent acting skills Kat tried to look puzzled.
"Why are you lying?" He asked thoughtfully.
There was something about the way of his calm, un - expressional voice that made Kat's spine tingle.
Kat decided there was no point in lying, but she shouldn't openly admit that she had no clue what he ment.
"What are they then?" She asked matter of factly.
Dreadlock Boy's eyes glazed over.
"Evil. Goodness. Sweetness. Sugarness." He said his face calm and serious but with a slight dull smile in his eyes.
"Evil?" Kat frowned.
The Dreadlock Boy laughed.
"Evil? Ha! Didn't you realise?"