Ever Shade

  Ever Shade

  A Dark Faerie Tale

  By

  Alexia Purdy

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  About the Author

  Ever Shade

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  Text Copyright © 2012 Alexia Purdy

  All rights reserved

  ISBN-13: 978-0615603629

  ISBN-10: 0615603629

  Published by

  Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, LLC.

  Algonquin, IL 60102

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.

  Edited by: S.J. Davis

  For Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

  Cover by: Para Graphic Designs

  Acknowledgements

  I want to thank first and foremost, my husband Joshua Purdy, whom without your love and strength; this could not have come to be. To my family, who are always by my side through all things. Thank you to all my co-workers who read my stories and believed in me no matter what. I want to thank Scott Prussing for all your help. With all of you, I’ve been able to make the dream a reality.

  This book is dedicated to my grandmother Edisa Salas. I love and miss you, everyday, with all my heart for you taught me to believe and now I dance because of you.

  ~Alexia

  Prologue

  One long pause and the man pondered the choice he had just made. He watched the woman and her new husband as they laughed and chatted away inside their house. Her long honey brown hair shone in shimmering waves down her back and swung around her, as her husband twirled her around the kitchen, dancing to the music from the radio that sat on the windowsill. He did not realize the pangs of jealously that swirled in his stomach; he had made the decision and had to let it play out now. She would be safer this way.

  The child would grow without knowing him, without knowing her powerful potential. He would not be there to teach her the ways of their magic and life. This was the way it was to be and he could not change it, no matter how much he longed to. For the safety of the child and the love of his life, he had erased her memory of him, forever. He watched the man, watching the happiness spread across his face. He had handpicked him for the woman. He made sure that this man would be a great father and love the woman more than life itself. Even love the child like it was his own.

  The faery closed his eyes, feeling the breezes of the cool winds graze his face. He had never wished to leave her like this. He longed to hold her, be the one to swing her around in a flowing dance. His heart ached and his breath seemed to arrest in his throat. He glanced towards her one more time before turning away, and running with the wind towards the forest.

  Chapter One

  “You didn’t really mean that, did you?” Shade said as she stared at her friend, Brisa, whose face was reddened with frustration.

  “Rachel had it coming; she was the one who started it!”

  Shade looked at her friend’s ruined shirt, streaked with red strawberry smoothie remains. The red substance was sticking to her, and it felt cold; her top was no longer the color yellow it once was. “She’s a dumb idiot anyway. She shouldn’t be calling you those names. I only said she was ‘dumb as a wall and a self-diluted bitch’ in self-defense. I said it for you, besides, it’s only the truth.”

  Brisa frowned and gave up rubbing the stain with a washcloth and soap. She pulled the shirt over her head and let it slip to the ground. Glaring at her locker, she realized her only other shirt was her gym T-shirt. Figures, there is nothing else to wear. She sighed.

  “She shouldn’t have thrown her smoothie at me, the next time I see her she is gonna pay badly.” Brisa sighed and looked at Shade. “You’re not a freak, don’t ever believe anything she says, she’s wrong!”

  Shade peered at her friend. Brisa rarely got along with anyone. Not a day went by that she wasn’t in the principal’s office, cleaning chalkboards, wiping down desks or doing some other tedious job she had received as a punishment, for whatever it was that she was in trouble for, instead of hanging out with Shade.

  Still, Shade had known Brisa since they were toddlers and would stand by her through anything. She was the only one who knew about Shade’s strange abilities. The only one Shade trusted.

  “It’s alright, Brisa. I guess I would think I was a freak too if I didn’t know that I had weird powers, like hearing strange voices in my head that tell me everybody’s secrets or order me to do their every and ‘so annoying’ bidding. It’s my fault for blurting out what they said about her. Who would have known she was cheating on the final, if I hadn’t said anything? I was just telling her so she would wise up. Well, at least you didn’t smash her nose in; you only need one more fight to get that suspension they have threatened you with already. Your mom will hang you!”

  Brisa grinned with a slight shudder at the thought of her mother. Brisa’s face was smooth, olive skinned with bright blue eyes. Her dark brown hair flowed lazily in waves to her mid back. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was not bad looking either. She rarely had makeup on and preferred to wear her hair in a low ponytail instead of letting it flow free around her shoulders. She was as much as a tomboy as a person or girl could get.

  “Like I need help in that department.” She pulled her hair out from the collar of her gym shirt and smoothed the wrinkles down. Brisa and her mother rarely got along. She tended to spend more time at Shade’s house than at her own. Shade pulled out her cell phone, it was getting late and their afternoon class was starting in two minutes. She dropped the phone back into her bag, then scooped the bag back up, and tapped her friend’s shoulder. “Gotta go. Do you wanna to be late? Ms. Temor is gonna lock us out! Chop, chop!” Shade said, as she turned and sprinted towards the locker room and shoved the heavy metal doors out of her way.

  “Wait up!” Brisa called as she stuffed her ruined shirt into her backpack and stumbled behind Shade, and cleared the doors just before they slammed shut.

  *****

  Shade sighed. She swung her legs down from the ledge she had propped herself on, a stone slab, by the main entrance of the school. Might as well start walking, she thought. Her backpack was heavy but not as much as some days when her homework was piled high. Today was a light homework day. The warm air rippled along Shade’s face. The final bell had rung ages ago, yet here she was, sitting on a rough concrete ledge because her ride was late, again. Brisa rode the Portland, Oregon city bus home and was long gone; and Shade wished she had hopped onto that bus with her. Her mom had forgotten to pick her up again; it was a long walk home. This had been happening too often lately. Mom has too much on her plate, Shade thought. Her full time job, two sons and Shade’s sister kept her so busy; and Shade, being the oldest, was on her own. />
  The streets were quiet, as she walked home. A slight breeze swept up some litter and it floated right past her. She was feeling good, especially compared to how she had felt a couple of weeks ago. She had caught pneumonia, probably from kissing that boy at the skating rink. He was gorgeous, with blonde streaked hair that fell over his eyes in just the right way. He had chatted a lot with her that day.

  A real-life true skater boy. Even his name was incredibly skaterish, Chris. ‘Chris’ was flirty and attracted tons of girls hanging at the rink every Saturday. For some unknown reason, he had nuzzled with her one weekend and kissed her ever so softly over and over again. He definitely was someone who had kissed many times before.

  Unfortunately, it had come to manifest into the form of a nasty, relentless pneumonia, which he probably was immune to since he didn’t look one bit sickly. It had caused Shade to miss a lot of school, and her grades had taken a beating; and she had been feeling down for this past month. Now, she wasn’t so sure she would be able to get caught up enough to raise some of her D’s to B’s and A’s again. One class was still an F. She squeezed her eyes together, gritted her teeth and tried not to imagine having to endure getting an F for the first time in her life. She would graduate either way but the drop in GPA was not going to go over well with her. Shade sighed and looked ahead; she would have to thank Chris for his little germ sharing smooches the next time she saw his pretty-boy face; that is, if she didn’t smash it in first.

  The bright sun was glaring and beating down on her face; and it reflected off the white concrete sidewalk, like a floodlight on a stage. Her little brother, James, had smashed her last pair of sunglasses just two days ago, while playing one of his infinitely, highly imaginative games. She wished that she had replaced them. She passed the main streets of the city and continued walking down the sidewalk. As the roads turned into longer stretches of periodic houses and empty lots, the tall and worn brick buildings faded behind her.

  “Only a whole mile or so to go,” Shade mumbled to herself. Both her feet ached a little. She was thankful she had worn tennis shoes today, instead of her usual thin flats because she would have been in a world of pain if she had. Still, she was not used to walking so much since it was just her third day back to school. She started to feel that one of her shoelaces was loose and it began to whip her calf and flop around; she then stopped walking and bent down to retie it firmly. Pausing, Shade looked up, scanning the street and the warehouses that were around her. The cool autumn breeze was whirling around her, causing the fallen leaves to float in the wind; slinging dust into the air. She squeezed her eyes shut and let the ground dirt and dust blow past her.

  Standing up, she sucked her breath in. Did she just hear something; was it footsteps? It was like someone scurrying about, or running, but they were trying to be quiet about it. Shade peered around her, surveying the area. Whatever it was, it seemed to have come from the abandoned warehouse that was to her right. She studied the dilapidated, brick structure; it was the only tall building for miles, and it gave her the creeps. She listened hard for anything to betray itself, nothing. The windows were mostly boarded up and weeds littered the ground all around it.

  Go inside, now.

  Shade paled, she hadn’t heard the voices sound so desperate in quite a while and this was not good.

  It was not like her inner voice, or her conscience. It was very different, like someone else whispering into her ears, but she was the only one that could hear them. Shade had never been able to explain this, it would just sound crazy. They were some sort of entities who spoke to her and asked her to do their bidding and she never understood the reasons why. The voices would become clearer and stronger when they wanted her to do something specific. It wasn’t ever anything absolutely insane, like killing someone, and that comforted her, but nevertheless, she cringed at the sound of their voices tingling in her ears. No one knew of this ailment except Brisa.

  Shade shuddered. No way am I gonna be locked in a nut house for telling the truth, like I’m some paranoid schizophrenic teenager! Oh heck no, I’m not gonna go to any loony house, where they pump me up with drug until I’m comatose. No one would understand or even look at her like a normal person again if she told anyone about it. She’d become another institutionalized psychotic, hormonal teenager.

  Hurry, said the voices.

  Hurry to what? Shade thought. There is nothing here!

  Quick, they told her with urgency.

  Shade pressed her lips together. She had to; she had to obey. The voices would not leave her alone if she defied them, and she couldn’t handle that. She’d tried not to listen to what they wanted once before and it had dire consequences; three nights of relentless chatter in her head was enough to drive someone to a nuthouse. She could not go through that again. Okay already!!

  She bent over and slipped through a hole in the fence that was nearest to her. The building looked even scarier up close. The wind howled around her, it whipped her hair up and caused it to smack her face, as if taunting her decision to inspect the building. The front door was boarded up as well, with thick bolts and two by fours. No one was meant to enter or leave this place, apparently.

  There’s no way in, where do I get in?

  The basement, the voices said together.

  Shade gulped. It would be dark in the basement and whatever was in there would not welcome her. She had no flashlight to use in the pitch-black interior. She walked around the building towards the rear, inspecting for any openings.

  There it was, a small, dusty and rusted window near the ground. She knelt down, the rocks crunching under her feet and they dug into her knees. She frowned, as she lowered and leveled herself with the window. The dust and earth stuck to her jeans and fingers. Ewww!

  The window was small, probably just big enough for a small person to fit through. She sighed. Just like me, and she cringed at the thought. It would be a tight fit but she thought she could probably make it. She pushed on the pane but nothing happened. It was years since anyone had moved this frame, and now it was stuck. Maybe, I should give a good hard push?

  Shade scooted onto her bottom and got closer to the window, pressing her feet into it. She gave it a good push and heard a loud screech as the metal frame screamed its protest as it opened to the world. The dust bellowed around her in a cloud, causing her to go into a coughing fit. She dusted her clothes as she groaned, and there was no doubt that she would need a shower tonight. She looked inside but it was a deep void of darkness. Oh boy, this is gonna suck, she thought to herself. She shimmied into the frame and heaved herself through the opening.

  She crashed into the floor. Ouch! That’s definitely gonna leave a bruise! She rubbed her arms and scanned the room for signs of movement; there was nothing but dark and dust to greet her. She stood up and dusted her jeans off again.

  There was a dim light coming from the now busted window; but her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness of the room. The small room was basically empty, except for a worktable at one end of the basement and an old bicycle, in pieces, at the other end. There were also a few pieces of junk strewn across the floor. Even in the poor light she could see there was a staircase in the middle of the room. She walked to it and grabbed the thin metal banister. She placed one foot on the bottom step and heard a sound that made her stomach tighten.

  The footsteps were fluttering above her but then faded, she felt like they had stopped to listen for something or someone and were probably listening for her movements. She didn’t move for what felt like a millennium, her heart pumping quickly and loudly in hears. She held her breath because she feared being heard.

  The time ticked on, but Shade didn’t hear any more noises. She slowly ascended the stairs to the door at the top. Her hand gripped the old brass knob as she paused, still listening for anything that might be waiting for her beyond the door. She gulped back her fear, praying that no one was waiting on the other side.

  She turned the knob as quietly as she could; the
slow creaking moan of the door echoed in the silence. The wind was still howling outside the basement window, shaking the glass until it shook closed. Her stomach tightened as the window slammed shut. Claustrophobia must feel like this, thought Shade.

  Shade opened the door and looked around the gloomy building. Some light streamed in through the boarded up windows, as she peered into the long hallway that was just beyond the door. The place was vibrating from the forces outside; everything creaked and sighed, like a ship tossed about in an angry sea. Shade wished more than anything to be home, snuggled in her room, safe. She stepped out into the hall and closed the basement door behind her, as quietly as she could. Now what? Which way do I go? She hated having to listen to the voices for an answer. At least she knew if she had to ask them something, they would answer her, guaranteed. She just hoped it wasn’t an answer she didn’t want to hear.

  Upstairs, follow the stairs on your right; take them now, the voices commanded in unison.

  Shade turned to her right, the hallway ended by a small banister that could be seen near the wall. She could see another window frame at the end of the hall. The light came through the glass and lit the bottom of the staircase. The dust particles swam in the rays and danced all around.

  Here we go, thought Shade. Please don’t let there be a crazy person up there! She swiftly walked to the stairs and looked up; she heard nothing but the wind that made the walls creak and moan. She moved slowly over the loose floorboards that were driving her mad with fear. She reached the landing quickly when she heard a crash. Her eyes widened and she fought the urge to fly right back downstairs. Something’s up there. I can hear it moving…it sounds strong and very big. I don’t want to meet that. She couldn’t move and listened again but nothing else banged around upstairs. She craned her neck to hear better, it definitely has stopped. She took a breath and continued up the stairs.