Pixie's Passion by Mina Carter

Chapter One

    "Not a cat in hell's chance."
    Cy folded his heavily tattooed arms and
looked around the office with a mulish glare. It was a small room
anyway but crammed full of the Moonlight & Magic security staff, one of them nearly seven feet of Gargoyle, it
seemed even smaller.
    "C'mon Cy...you're our only hope," Myst
pleaded, waggling the scrap of red satin on the end of her finger.
Cy's eyebrow crawled further up his forehead. Myst's look was
calculating as she held the article, a red satin thong, out to Tiny
next to her. "Or I could always get the guys to pin you down whilst
we put this on."
    The demon recoiled, a look of disgust on his
handsome face. "I'm not going near anything that's going in
the crack of his ass!"
    Cy chuckled, "Good luck with that sweetheart.
I don't think they're that interested. Why me anyway? I'm not even
on the security team and I thought this gig was up to you."
    Myst was still glaring at Tiny. "Yeah, it
normally is. But with half this lot..." she jerked her thumb around
the room. "...bloody loved up, Darius over there batting for the
other team and the rest of us being of the female persuasion, we're
looking at other options. Namely you."
    Tiny and Knuckles looked sheepish at Myst's
blunt statement but the whole club knew they were both newly mated.
Tiny's wife, Cassia, was the first and only vampire allowed into
the club. Well, the only vampire allowed both in and out of
the club with her head still attached. Whereas Knuckle's mate Neri
was just the sweetest human any of the staff had ever seen and to
say the large gargoyle was besotted with her was an
understatement.
    "I see your point."
    Cy put his stubborn face on. Myst thought she
was a stubborn bitch but Cy was a pixie born and bred. The day-glo
hair was gone, cut and dyed into a short black crop, but he still
had the balls and the tattoo's to prove it, the latter stretching
from his knuckles all the way up to his shoulders.
    To most people they just looked like random
swirls and marks but to another pixie they told Cy's life story.
Who he was, who his parents had been, what battles he'd fought
against which other clans and, if he'd ever been married, then they
would have noted who to. Mostly tellingly of all though, the spot
on his wrists where his clan name should be was blanked out.
Tattooed over completely black so the name couldn't be read.
    Cy folded his arms. "Still not doing it."
    "Christmas day. Our place," Tiny offered,
"Neri'd love to have more mouths to feed."
    Cy groaned. That was just going for the
throat. Cy didn't have a family. Not now. He used to have a family,
but now his clan was gone. Wiped out. It's name erased from pixie
memory forever thanks to the actions of one man. Thanks to one man
he was homeless, condemned to wander and never find rest, never
know the peace and comfort of family again. He was dishonoured. A
man without a clan and, for a pixie warrior, that meant no other
clan would accept him.
    They were like sharks scenting blood. Tiny
chipped in. "Cass makes fantastic mince pies, we could make a day
of it. Shall we say eleven o'clock?"
    Cy's eyes darted around the room. The
temptation was overwhelming. A family Christmas...He thought back
to his apartment. Little more than a single room with a bathroom on
the side, kitchenette in the corner and his futon/bed in the other,
it wasn't the most appealing of places. One reason he spent every
waking hour he could at the club, either doing odd jobs or using
the gym in the basement. And, over six foot of solid muscle anyway,
he'd just put muscle on the muscle.
    "Bastards," he muttered. They knew his
weakness. They all knew his weakness. "Okay, what do I have to
do?"
    * * *
    "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Northfield
Hospital's Christmas Auction. As you can see we have some
delectable dates up for auction tonight, all of them very kindly
provided by local businesses. All proceeds this year are going to
the neo-natal unit..."
    Teresa zoned the rest of the opening