Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Excerpt From Siddella’s Surrender By Sascha Illyvich

For your enjoyment, here's a teasing taste from Sascha Illyvich's new novel: Siddella’s Surrender.
Thief of the Low Court of Faery, discovers she's stolen something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class. Crashing a party, she doesn't realize that the Black Angus, Faery's legendary guards are present. With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears the Black Angus will find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole.

Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing the damage computers and technology have done to Faery.

Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery but to his heart. Can an thief who values freedom fall in love with a fierce fighter with a taste for chaining his lovers and then degrading them in every way he can imagine? Can the two them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than death?

Or will her forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle? 

 
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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.”

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