{B.I.R. Conterie} Do you bleed pt 4

While he slept I thought about how things were set up to do the exchange. The sun is up and the grazers are all up doing what they do best, eat.

I tried to keep my mind off the increasing hunger. I knew that I had to stop off at Jim’s. He really was a desprit move for me. He was an incomplete ghoul. For some reason he never fully turned. He served a master for a century until he was murdered in his sleep.

Normally a ghoul would turn human again but it did not work. It was like his DNA was stuck in limbo. so he had no master but he had a penchant to try to pimp himself out as a hired ghoul.

His place looked like a dive with junk in the front of his shop that he calls antiques. I pulled around back where he had a closed in garage for our kind of business.

I made sure to scan the place before parking my car. The blood bag was sleeping still. Which is the perfect opportunity to get what I need.

I walked into his shop by the connecting door to have his rotted out teeth smile waiting for me.

“What can I do for you today? Do you need that body disposed of. I have a shredder in the upstairs bedroom.”

“Jim cool it. I need a bag of the exotic OB+. Do you have it?”

“OB+ is rare to come by. Some say it is so rare that you can get your self killed by having it on hand.”

“What’s with the speech? Do you have it or not?”

He looked at me straight while his left eye wandered right.

“Of course I got it but it will cost ya and no tabs. My supplier is getting antsy delivering it to me.”

I nodded and gave him the cash. He pulled out half a gallon of OB+. That’s all an undead would need to stay filled until the sun set. For some reason it’s like a super food to us.

“Can I ask where your gonna go with the blood bag?”

“None of your business Jim. Thanks for the pic me up.”

“You know I am here to serv–., to help you if you need me.”

There was the slip of the tongue. “Serve”. I do not have ghouls they are a permanent reminder of the mistake I made by choosing this existence.

“I’ll keep you in mind.”

That made his day by the look on his face. I should just kill him but he has been a vital part of our community and since he serviced his masters killing it would be a shame to end his life now.

I walked back to my car to be greeted by a partially awaken man.

“Hey what is going on?”

The blood loss would interfere with memory.

“Again I am taking you to someone who wants you back badly.”

“Yeah you told me that before. Is she here?”

He turned his head to quickly and he almost passed out.

“Relax, you will be with her within the hour.”

“He sat back as I pulled out of the garage. He started scratching a scab from and injection site. I was not hungry but I will not be able to hide his scent if he bled.

“Stop scratching.”

“My skin feel like it’s on fire.”

I looked over to see a rash starting to appear on him.

“Are you allergic to latex?”

“Yes, why?”

Shit I had to get him antihistamine quick. Nothing ever goes smoothly in this world.

“You were in a clinic where they had latex gloves. I need to get you some medicine fast.”

“Just get my epi pen from my bag.”

He looked for his bag and realized he did not have it.

“Where is my bag?”

“No clue, hang on. I’ll pull up to this clinic bus and get you what you need.”

The medical bus was a front for emergency help for our kind. I hope they have what I need.

“Hello can I help—“

“I need a epi pen quickly.”

“He’s bleeding. It smells so lovely.”

Hey, focus. Epi Pen, Now!”

She manage to get out of the haze to get what I asked for. I gave it to him to eject it into his thigh. My strength would send the needle to the bone.

“That will be 2 marks.”

I handed over the payment and drove off. I knew I just put myself on radar. I needed to unload him quickly. The sun will eventually set and I am pretty sure I will be summoned.

“I’m starving.”

“Yeah well you’ll eat soon, so just sit there silently and don’t scratch another scab off.” I said with annoyance.

She better have that jewel or I’ll end both of there lives.

Well another exert went well at least for us fire starters. Keep the fires burning and keep yourself occupied in this time of confinement. Let me know how your liking this story so far.

A Secret Kiss pt 3

Barry took forever to get himself together. Jose was not an insensitive person, but she really was upset with how Mitchel had brushed her idea aside to call the police. Barry second his opinion, once he was fully recovered. He told her, since the client is a high profile client she would not appreciate being plastered across the news so they can make money off her. Jose returned to her desk and began to sort out her work from a previous client. Keeping busy kept her nerves at bay

“Why don’t you go home and I will contact you later to let you know about the rest of the week?” Barry told her as he kept walking in and out of his office with papers that he kept shredding.

“It just occurred to me that I could be temporarily unemployed because of this incident. Am I still going to get paid?”

“Do not worry so much, you will get paid for the days you have off. I still have work for you to do. That can be done at home.”

‘I thought I would get a break. No such luck huh?’ She thought.

“Is there something you need for me to do today?”

“All I need for you to do now is go home. I will call you with what I would need for you to do later.”

Jose nodded and went to retrieve her clutch bag from inside her desk. She looked at Barry again and was not sure she should leave him since he only just recover from being knock out. He refused to go to the hospital to, be looked at and she refused to think any longer on it since he and Sir Mitchel have every thing under control.

“Before you leave I do have a package that will arrive at your address later today. I did not want it delivered here just in case who ever broke in will return. ” Barry said as he looked for something he seemed to missed placed on his desk. Now he was looking under it.

“What is it your looking for? I may know where it is.”

“It is a paper with a purple hawk on top of it. I thought I placed it on my desked earlier.”

“The one with the odd address and phone number on it? I put it in your bottom file cabinet marked “Odd”. With the other odd papers you had that I could not make sense of.”

Barry looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head.

“Is there something wrong? I usually clean and organize your papers before the start of the day.”

“Nothing is wrong, do not worry. I will call you tonight.”

Jose nodded and proceeded to leave. Once the door closed behind her Barry went to the cabinet and found the paper. He immediately dialed the number on it.

“This is the hawk calling in to Mother. Their is unsuspecting pry that must be eliminated.”

As Barry waited for instructions, he felt remorse on what will happen to Jose.

“Did I hear you correctly?” He could not believe his ears. “I understand.” He hung up the phone and gave a side smile. “You live another day Jose, for how long depends on you.” Barry said as he walked over to the shredder and took care of the paper that she considered “Odd”.


The one place that Jose always looked forward to go to is home. No one but herself to satisfy. She can wear her ripped up t- shirt that was ready for the trash over a year ago and her blue jean shorts that should join the shirt since the button popped off it months back.

She went to her frig and pulled out some cold mac and cheese that she made yesterday and a bowl of salad. As she popped the mac and cheese in the over to heat up she heard a rummaging in her bathroom. She chalked it up to be a pigeon who clearly figured out how to com in the small awkward window.

She grabbed her broom and walked to her bathroom to discover Sir Mitchel in her medicine cabinet looking for something.

“How long were you in here?” she said threw clenched teeth. She was too angry to ask how did he get in.

“Oh about five minutes. Do you have extra strength headache pill? Getting hit over the head leaves you with a nasty headache.”

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The Eight O’clock Train


The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.
This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.
I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.
A cab stopped in front of me. Obviously, so I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.
That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.
The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions. I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.
I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.
The cart looked like any other cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.
I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.
The train made three stops before a man who was obviously living out of his shopping cart entered.
The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost thick enough to be choked by.
The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.
Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.
But the air had a foul taste to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.
Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.
The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.
My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.
The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.
A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.
What a morning.


Hello my fire starters. I will not be able to post for a little bit. So I gave you Talia and Julius earlier than expected. I hope by Saturday I will be able to start writing again. If I am able to I will post a wicked Wednesday. If not It will resume the following Wednesday.

Until then catch up on Julius and Talia and Fantasy Friday people I will try to get something out as well. On that note.

Keep the fire’s burning .

Wicked Wednesday (Time to drop the Boom!)



Welcome my little fire starters. It is time for Q&A with Fia.

Q: Fia it is summer time and I have to admit I am suffering from the dreaded winter time boodie call let go. You know, in the winter you have a man/girl and when summer comes around you’re a free agent. Here’s the thing he is a nice but I don’t want that any more. How would I let him down easy.

A: Well damn. Good for the winter but not hot enough for the summer? (The only advice is to say your going away for the summer to visit family and you don’t think long distant relationships will work.) Not, don’t say that. Tell him the truth. It may hurt but a lie when found out will hurt him more.

Q: I know you address oral sex before but I need to convey tactfully to my man who his privates do not smell like downy or fabreze.

A: Ewwwy. Yea, well you could spray fabreze on it to give him a visual picture that it’s not right. Or tell him if you don’t wash it, then he won’t get it. He’ll be mad but if he really want’s it he’ll clean it.

Q: Is herpes contagious when you don’t see it?

A: Well these questions are explosive. Yes it is. They are highly contagious when they are erupting. But there are times when the virus reactivates with out showing any symptoms called (called asymptomatic shedding, viral shedding, or asymptomatic reactivation). For more information on this go to http://www.ashasexualhealth.org/stdsstis/herpes/oral-herpes

So the answer if YES

(If you have any questions that you want answered please email me at fianaturie1@gmail.com.)

Wicked Wednesday(Men Have Come Out)


Hello my fire starters and I feel that the fella want to be heard. So shall we start?

Q: My girl is fantastic and I don’t want to lose her. But she has this problem that is starting to be too much to handle. Every man wants their woman wet and ready, She too wet. I swear, it’s too much. I could be pounding away and I slip out. Once that happens fine. But it’s happened a couple of times. I don’t even want to talk about oral because it’s too much. You’re a woman, how would you take it if your man said it’s too much? Need advice here.

A: Slip and Slide time. I know it may be disheartening that she is so moist, that you seem to not enjoy the full experience. If you care about your lady just talk to her. Say you love the way she feels but it’s becoming a bit too much natural lubrication. She may be secreting to much estrogen or taking a birth control pill that is causing her water to rise to dangerous levels. Also offer to go with her to the doctor, that support shows that you care and not out for your own pleasure.

Q: Fia, I was told to write to you about this. I am torn. I have been with my partner for over a year and I am having feeling for a girl I work with. This is not the norm for me. I am strictly dick-ly. I thought any way. Any advice here?

A: Ok this is a tricky topic. All your life your attracted to one sex and now you seem to be attracted to the other. In this day an age, why are you not wanting to find out if it’s possible that your bi? So many people find out late in life that they are attracted to both and feel guilty about it. Once you find out if you are then you can start to take steps to see what you want to do with your life. Just do your best not to hurt the people involved. Be honest about it.

Q: I have been working out consistently for months and my body is getting to where I want it to be. That’s not the problem. The problem is my fiancé is saying I’m getting to aggressive sexually. I haven’t changed that much as I can see. Can you shed a little light on this. I’m at a loss.

A: Oh,oh,oooh. Aggressive you say. There is aggressive and abusive. If your taking something that is causing you to have rhoid rage. You need to stop before you lose her. If you just feeling machismo, you need to communicate to her that you want to take things to a different level and see what she said instead of thinking she is with everything you do. No many people are into certain things. Vanilla is their tea of choice.

I want to thank the men that have written in. It made an interesting Wicked Wednesday. If you have any questions please email me at fianaturie1@gmail.com. Until next time let’s keep the fire burning.

Keeping up with Fia


Hello my fire starters. So here’s the lighter fluid to Fia’s bonfire I am creating with my pod cast. First intro will be up this week. I am so excited.

Like I said before I will post what is said here on wp. for all those who rather read than listen.

For my Fantasy Friday loves. I can not wait for you to see what Jayla is going to discover. It’s amazing what’s beneath us all.

That’s it for now. Until we speak again keep the fires burning.

The Floating Sword

th7MNZCE4DEveryone knows the story of Excalibur, the sword of King Arthur. Yet they have forgotten to mention that Excalibur had a twin sword. It was called “Temperance”. Just as Excalibur could be wielded by a chosen one of royal blood, the same went for Temperance.

Temperance was enchanted by the lady of the lake, yet it was not stuck in stone. It floated high above the ground. The world in which Temperance resided in, is a world that cultivated and adored magic.

So anyone who was anyone had a magician living with the family. The King and Queen were no difference in this sentiment. When they heard of the floating sword in the land of the never-ending chasm. The king and queen immediately sent the royal magician to fetch it.

The royal magician could not retrieve the sword from the sky and was beheaded by royal decree.

For over a decade magician after magician went after the mysterious floating sword and lost there heads over it. Until….

Chapter One

“Mother why are hiding from the farmer Glyndon? He has always been kind and generous to us.”

“Daughter now hush. I will inform you of his treachery as soon as we are out of harm way.”

“Ms. Lione please answer me. What you heard was not what it sounded.”

Angelica and her mother stayed hidden well into the night when they could not hear the farmer call for them anymore.

Ms. Lione and her daughter rushed home quickly. Angelica did not understand the sudden change in her mother’s demeanor towards the farmer. They seemed to be friends.

“Mother, tell me now, what is going on?”

“The farmer has seen you use magic and sent a messenger to the king and queen to collect you, child. You must run.”

Angelica could not believe what she was hearing.


“It does not matter when, it only matters that he has and now they will be after you.”

“Where shall I go? You are the only person that is still living in our family.”

“That is not the truth. You have an uncle. He lives at the edge of the lake beyond the garden of spindles. When you see him tell him you are the daughter of Reen his older brother. He will take you in.”

Angelica could not bear to leave her mother.

“Mother you must come as well. When they realize that I have gone you will be killed or worse.”

“Do not worry about me, my daughter. My heart is beating with the undying love that you and your father have given me. Now he will never forgive me if you meet the same fate as he and loose you head. Now child leave. It will take you a day and night to reach your destination.”

Angelica hugged her mother and took a deep breath in knowing it will be the last she will ever smell the women who loved her for eighteen years. She held back her tears because it would cause her mother to suffer more to see her pain.

She grabbed her bag and kissed her mother’s plump cheeck and took off towards the lake. Not knowing what she may find or who.

There’s Blood, There’sDeath, and Theirs Me. Bee

The target for the day is “The Mooch”. Yeah they still use stupid nick names like that. I’m sitting here in Star Bucks drinking my lemon tea watching my target try to swindle his way out of paying his bill.

His real name is Michael something. I really don’t give a shit as long as the money is in my account to do the job. Just looking at his appearance you would never think he is New Yorker. The tie die tee-shirt, khaki shorts and severely used flip flops said to me islander.

“Sir you mean to tell me you don’t have three dollars and fifty-six cents to pay for this?”

“Not right now. I can come back in a few minutes with the money. I live right around the corner and I left my wallet in my apartment.”

What a scum bag. Trying to get out of paying for his drink.

“Why don’t you go get the money and then you’ll get your drink. It will be waiting here for you.” The barista said with a smile.

If smile could talk it would have said “you piece of shit, you made me make this drink and waste my time on you for what? Screw you.” At least that what I read from the smile.

He walked away with his lips squeezed together in annoyance. Once he left the shop I followed with my tea in hand.

New York City on a Monday morning is the worst. I must have been bumped into several times as people scurry to their 9-5’s while video chatting with god knows who. It doesn’t matter, my eyes are still on the target.

After walking up two blocks he turned into a private building. I decided to hold back a little to see where exactly he was going. It turned out that he worked as a porter. This thirty five year old man works as a porter in a building that is known to house one of the wealthiest families in New York. Let alone lawyers and prestigious government officials.

He must have pissed off the wrong people. Well not my concern. I drained what was left of my tea, threw out my cup and I followed him onto the elevator going up to the thirteenth floor. Here we go.

“Oh excuse me sir. I notice that something is stuck to your collar. If you just bend forward I can just pull it off for you.”

He looked at me as if he was not sure he should allow me to do it. But my innocent face that has not changed since high school gained his trust. Big, big mistake. He leaned forward and I fiddled with his collar and it so happed I scratched his neck with my ring.

He grabbed his neck and I apologies that my old ring scratched him. I also threw in the, ‘I’m sorry’ smile.

Not even a minute the effect of the chemical that lined my ring was in his system. He grabbed his chest and looked at me for help. I whispered, “I was told to tell you, you were going to pay up one way or another. The bill is now paid.”

The door opened on the thirteenth floor and I stepped out to an empty hallway. I allowed the door to close before I press for the other elevator to come. As cold as it may sound I feel as if I helped society in a small way.

One less derelict in society. I’m not worry about camera’s catching me because for some reason certain machinery does not like me. Video, camera’s anything like that just goes hay wire. So nothing ever catches me.

As for finger prints. I have none, so there you go. A genetic abnormality is an aide in my secret life.

I checked my account and the deposit of thirty thousand dollars was safe and sound. Waiting for me to withdraw. I put my phone in my pocket and head off to the office.

I work in a place that you, the average person on the street would never pay any attention too. Or even think twice, that a killer might just be smile right at you.

I work at Michael’s Pet Cottage. A place where people drop off their precious pooch or kitty while they go on vacation. I know what you may be thinking “Hang yourself much?”

Here’s the thing I love animals. I just kill people. Simple as that.

“Bee your over an hour late and don’t give me that old I was tied up excuse.” Kiki said, as she tried her best to stare me down.

“Now that was not an excuse. I was telling you the truth. I was detained, sorry I am late.”

“Detained hugh? By what?”

“Nosey much? I had to help a gentlemen with his collar. I could not just stand there and see something amiss and not want to fix it.”

“A collar? A whole hour for a collar?”

I gave her the innocent look and she just growled at me.

“Kiki that’s not lady like of you.”

“Well then it’s good that I am not a lady then. I’m a dog. “D” for don’t give me that crap. “O” for on your worst day I can smell when you lie and “G” for get my food, because I don’t have opposable thumbs to get my own food.”

As you may have guessed and since she spelled it out so nicely. Kiki is a dog. A white German shepherd, a matter of fact. She is “the boss” when I am not around and she loves to remind me of it.

Obviously Kiki should not be talking. Honestly she is not talking to any of you, I on the other hand can hear her since she is my guardian animal.

Yes, guardian animal. The kind that comes to you when you least expect or want it.

My mother was a witch and she had a cat familiar. Since I am not fully a witch I refuse to call my dog a familiar. She’s my guardian.

“Oh I forgot to mention you received a package through the mail slot.”

“A package? Must be small I didn’t order anything.”

As Kiki and I walked through the cottage to make sure the pets were ok, I couldn’t shake the feeling of something very odd is going to happen very shortly.

The animals were fine, but Kiki’s stomach was making itself known by the expulsion of gas in the air. I pinched my nose and ran to the kitchen to take her food out of the refrigerator. Kiki went in on the food as if it was the best steak she had ever eaten. As she ate I went to the front door and seen a tall box on top of the mail that came from the small slit in the door.

If you haven’t guessed by now. The package is magically enchanted. I never take safety for granted especially my safety. So I go get my salt and pour it in a circle around the box to keep whatever is in that box that may harm me in there. Once the circle was complete I proceeded to open the box.

What stood inside was a tall slender mirror. It had a cast iron base that it stood on but it had no top. I looked all over to see if there was a note or a chant I had to say to activate the mirror but there was nothing. So I made up something out of thin air.

Mirror, mirror standing tall,

Is there a message for me at all?

As corny as that was the mirror clouded and a face appeared. Oh man what a face. It had scars slashed several times across both cheeks. The nose was definitely broken and it looked as if a fresh lump was appearing on the right side of her far head.

“All you had to say was hello to active the mirror?” The woman said with disgust written on her face.

“Ok who are you and what is it that you want from me?”

“I was told, I can hire you to do a job.”

“There are many jobs that I currently do. You have to be more specific.”

“I need you to terminate someone and I need it done clean. No traces leading back to me. You can use your parlor tricks if you must but it must not have a residue behind it.”

Did she just say I do parlor tricks?

“You’re starting off on the wrong foot with me. Do you have any manners? First with whom am I speaking with?”

“I am Manua. I am the head of the Gideon guard. I serve and protect the queen Izra.”

“So who is it I am being hired to take out?”

“First ,you must except before I can divulge the name.”

This does not sound good. I’m not taking the gig.

“Well, I am sorry to say that my quota for killing has been filled. If you contact me in like, never. Maybe I can help.”

Manua mumbled something under her breath. I caught only this ‘humans are worthless’.

“I can hear you, and now I will definitely not do the job. Bye”

“I will tell Gloriana that you refuse the job.”

Oh shit Gloriana set this up? This is serious then. I owe her a life debt. I have no choice but to take it.

“Fine I will take the job.”

“Do you mean I could have just said her name and you would have agreed? Human are so strange.”

“Yeah well whatever you are what’s the name of the target?”

“So you agree to kill the target?”

“Yes, who is it before I change my mind.”

“First, remove the salt barrier.”


“Remove the barrier so we can strike the bargain I cannot do this with a wall of salt around me.”

I broke the barrier by kicking part of the salt to the side. I suddenly felt a burn around my left forearm. I picked up my sleeve and seen a triple ring around.

“The bargain is sealed. Once the job is done the rings will fade.”

“Can I now have the name?”

She nodded her head.

“The name is Quantaron Milan.”

“My heart nearly dried up in my chest.”

“Q Milan? The destroyer?”

“Yes, when you are ready to do the job, just step through the mirror and you will arrive on Alpha G system. You will be greeted by Al. He will hand you a letter with all you need to know on it. Good death to you.” Then she faded from the mirror.

Good death to me, she said. Yeah I might as well right my will because I may not return from this one.



Good morning Fireflies

legs-682_1392646aGood morning fireflies. Now I know you all have been annoyed with me and my lack of completing a story. For that I apologize.

I have decided instead for writing long drawn out stories I will write a series of shorts. It will have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

There will be no excuses from this notorious fire, Fia. I will write what ever my scandalous heart desires. I will obviously give you heads up on what the story is about, so the secretive masses can decide whether to proceed and read. Or stop and turn around and run.

If you do not already know I write sci/fi fantasy. That’s where my voice lies.

Now that being said, I have not decided when I will complete the other stories I have on this cite. Or if I ever will.

So I leave on this note for thought “If your not burning, start a fire.”