Mr Turner

As the dusk began to settle as it would on any usual random country stretch of railway as you approach a city, nothing but the odd extension of trees, the odd field off cows and sheep. The train was filled with the normal array of people commuting to work, travelling to the airport for their holidays and the trolley lady who manages to at least hit 10,000 elbows a day pushing her trolley up the aisle. But even with a train full people most likely on your ultimate destination you have chosen not to start a conversation because of that awkward silence for the next three hours. You have chosen to talk to your family not because you don’t want to but have no other choice.

As the train began its slow deceleration into the outskirts of London even though to those on board it felt as if they had been travelling that slowly all day. But not any more so than the family called Cole as ecstatic as they were to go on holiday last night, the novelty of travelling was wearing thin.

“Kids will you please sit down Mum and Dad have been up since the break of dawn”  the adopted father of this family said this in a way all fathers would have said if they had not slept the night before-checking the passports a thousand times. Even as he said this his right hand touched his left breast pocket to make sure they had not vanished into the either.

“Dad when do we get to fly on the plane? And do I get to go into the pilot’s bit?” the little girl enquired curiously bordering on insanity.

“We will be there soon, and the bit were the pilot sits is called the cock pit darling” this was all said in a tone all mothers use in a stressful situation. The mother of the child looked up at the surrogate father hoping he was not getting too irritated, giving him a look as to say sorry and thank you at the same time. He returned the look of a man that felt he had taken on to much responsibility, then looked at the little girl smiled as bright as he could and said “Don’t worry my little princess one more stop to go then we are at the airport”. The mother sensed the slight sarcasm in his voice and just smiled back at him, deeply wishing the child’s original father didn’t leave them.      

                Then a voice sounded that too many commuting Britons have heard in the same region less accent “The next station will be East Croydon please mind the gap when stepping off the train”. With that the little girl looked out the window with absolute joy as she had been doing the entire journey eagerly soaking in every new town, village and city she passed, pulling at her mother to look out the window as well.

“Just one more stop to go darling till we get to the airport darling” the mother said staring out the window with her daughter.          

“Mummy what’s that man doing walking along the side of the track isn’t that dangerous?” the mother didn’t question her daughter as there was no one there presuming she was just imaging things as small children do. But what the mother didn’t realise is that her daughter did see something, but it wasn’t a man. It was something an adults mind couldn’t see due to a life of scepticism and lack of faith. Only a certain kind of being can sense magic, angels, gods and the forgotten.

 

 

The evening was fast approaching as Mr Turner began to roll his god knows how many cigarette of the day, he reached into his haggard black hoody to produce a rotting dried out pouch of anything other than tobacco. As Mr Turner unfolded the godless pouch to grab the orange cardboard of his liquorice flavoured papers, it wasn’t because he was into amateur dramatics but it was the only thing that would get rid of the taste of what he smoked.

                There was a time when a troll such as Mr Turner could live off and almost live amongst them under the many bridges men had built, but these were the good old days when mankind chose to respect magic and the magical being beings that now live among them in almost utter secrecy. But now a city living troll couldn’t even work a bridge, this was due to the fact that a troll could manage to stop a horse but not a car for money. Then to top that advancement of mankind off they forgot about magic putting a troll’s only true profession to the flame, leaving Mr Turner unemployed apart from the odd bit of manual labour and a little personal protection for the weaker beings in this modern world.

                Mr Turner pondered on this as he began to place the so called tobacco into the aromatic black paper; he held the “tobacco” as tightly as he could with fingers that had at least a century’s worth of dirt engrained into them. Not wanted to waste a particle of it as a train rolled passed causing a slight up draft. With the train now past he rolled it with one hand and managed to produce a zippo with the other. The zippo had a small engraving that you could only see as Mr Turner light his rolly “never forget me Jeorjia”, Mr Turner despised that lighter but couldn’t have the strength to throw it away he always thought it must have been cursed like she was. With that thought in his head now he took a deep drag put his head down and what would seem like a sense of urgency carried on to meet his friend in one of the few drinking establishments that had a portal.

 

The ship was the usual sort of alternative pubs you could find in any town it was just off the high street in East Croydon, but unlike the normal places to get social lubricant this pub held things mankind didn’t know about. There were two ways to enter this pub either the way the forgotten beings of this world knew, or the way the two girls were stood outside the ship waiting to start the hen do.

“I honestly don’t know why you have ever bothered with him, let alone want to marry him I just  don’t get it” said the girl who wasn’t dressed in a wedding dress a little too short on the thigh to be seen near a church.

“trust me he has his qualities in and out of the bedroom, fair enough he’s not the biggest where it counts the most, but he’s a loyal enough and does what he’s told most of the time” the slutty bride replied.

“Is that why we are outside the ship of all places waiting for him to leave his stag do for two minutes, so you can get some cash of him?”

“it’s not a problem I will text him again to come outside, in the meantime we can grab some smokes for the night” the bride to be tried to hide a little of her shame waiting for her fiancée to give her money to pay for her night out, but the feeling soon passed as soon as she pulled out her phone to text her dearest helpless. If these two girls had a sharp enough eyes and the will to see things that are sat in front of them she would have noticed the two “people” walking out of the shop straight towards them debating if the bride to be should deserve to share the same atmosphere as them.

“for fucks sake would you look at this filthy little cunt if she’s getting married god help the fiancée, I thought these energy givers were meant to save something for their wedding night not whore themselves out for a night?” said the resentful well suited man.

“That’s a bit rich coming from our line of work don’t you think Edom and don’t use that word I can’t stand it you sound like a naïve city troll” replied the equally well suited woman

“What word the c word?” said Edom     

“Yes you know I can’t stand it!” replied the suited woman

“ fine sorry and that’s not the point I was trying to get at we can’t help the way we are they sure as hell can they have a choice! “Stated Edom

“I mean they go about their meaningless life thinking they are the centre of the universe, blissfully unaware of what is around them and they sure as hell don’t notice the things we do to them at night. Come on you must agree if this was a 1000 years ago we would be still worshipped even you miss that feeling Jeorjia?”           

“To be honest I don’t miss being worshipped it’s the companionship I miss it’s been so long since I meet someone that gave a fuck about me “said Jeorjia         

“And what was that about naïve troll? If you’re still hung up on him after all this time, you’re more messed up than I thought” as Edom said this he looked down on the two girls debating in his head to end their lives no one would know it was him.            

“Don’t even think about judging me, and don’t even think about what you’re thinking I’ve had to clean up your mess to many times before” advised Jeorjia

“I can’t help the fact I enjoy my job a little too much sometimes and you know you’re just as bad”

“Fair point do you fancy a drink while we wait for dusk to past” said Jeorjia

The two suited people made their way towards the ship to prepare themselves for the night, as they made their way passed the smoking area a young man came out little worse for wear and headed straight towards them obviously not noticing they were there.

“I could do with a pick me up if you fancy it” enquired Edom

“Ahhh why not he’s half gone but don’t kill him Edom I mean it” agreed Jeorjia

As the young man stumbled in-between them both JeorJia and Edom ran their fingers over his shoulders, gently enough that a drunk would not notice. With that the young man fell to his knees feeling as not only one person had walked over his grave but the third Reich marching over his headstone. He tried to gain control of himself but his stomach had other ideas as he tried not too faint the last two pints of cider manifested itself on the pavement in front of him. As the young man had just suffered most of his life drain out of him, Jeorjia and Edom walked on looking at least five years younger.

“Ha I can’t stand it when they do that, you think they could cope?” laughed Edom          

“I’m sure the vomiting was due to the alcohol, although I think we got carried away there for a quick pick up” as Jeorjia replied her hand rested on the door of the ship and the door seem to bleed the darkest of ink. The oblique ink covered Jeorjia and Edom and they seemed to be pulled through the door other than walk through.

 

                Jeorjia and Edom made it through the tear between time and space and were now in the ship but on a different zephral plain, a plain that no human could enter or live on. Even if they could exist in this other world dimension there could be no way they could come back, but on this night once a month one human will not make it back as the darkness in the cellar needed to be feed. Edom approached the bar as Jeorjia made her way to the usual seats at the end of the bar “what door ya waaant to drink” the zombie enquired chained to the bar.

“I will have that bottle of black that’s up there on the left if you could grab it in a lifetime, before you fall apart anyway” Edom said this with almost a slight laugh as he spoke.

“toooooooo sextssss ish beeeeennn den bussy” the zombie groined out barely able to turn 180 degrees to grab the black “whooo maannnniii graa……….” before the zombie could finish Edom interrupted it and finished his sentence “two glasses and the black and start a tab thank you” Edom grabbed the bottle and took the two glasses once the zombie finally delivered the goods.

Edom looked around even though he knew where she would be sat in their usual seat at the end of the bar. Edom walked past a woman he thought he had seen several times before hanging around bars on her own but always leaving with someone or something at the end of the night. Edom glanced her up and down then placed the black and two glasses in front of Jeorjia.

“Could you be any more obvious looking at that creature” Jeorjia said this in the way that all jealous women say.

“Piss off anyone would think would were together you should be more concerned about the cheap labour behind the bar I hate the undead” Edom was still eyeing up the woman stood by the bar and throwing an evil look at the “bartender”

“And what do you think half the people in this pub are including us were not exactly alive and kicking” Jeorjia pointed out to Edom.

“We are different we have purpose unlike some portal jumper like that” Edom pointed to the bar the zombie tending it blissfully unaware of the hatred aimed his way. As Edom said this Jeorjia unscrewed the bottle of black a slight scream was heard was but not loud enough to shatter glass but loud enough to turn half the bar and the woman Edom was scanning and even the zombie barman that was pouring a vanilla vodka for the same woman. But the particular bottle of black Edom and Jeorjia wasn’t the normal bottle that most creatures of the night drank; it was from the forties a very expensive bottle from Heinrich Himmler’s personal reserve. Maybe not the most politically correct of drinks but then neither was jagermeister as most of the western world would never guess the dark implications of this cough syrup like beverage, introduced by the Luftwaffe commander in the same era.  As Jeorjia took a large sip of the glass of black she had poured herself but not Edom she always felt he could poor his own drink, not in a feminist way but she couldn’t care less if he wanted one or not.

                Edom always noticed this but never complained just tried to ignore her lack of empathy and made sure he always had more in his glass than she did. With both drinks now poured they raised toast to tonight’s work, they world unaware of the havoc that was approaching them. They clinked there glasses together not to warn of demons but to embrace the old days, as the toasted another couple of forgotten being walked into the bar no one worth speaking to but a couple of goblins up from London for a night out. Edom and Jeorjia both felt the same about how meaningless these creatures were they did not belong on the same mantel as something that was both adored and worshiped, although a goblin wouldn’t normally care what a person thought about them they sometimes took exception and considered rising up unlikely but they considered it.

 

As the ship was slowly filling up with all sorts of weird and wonderful patrons turning their back on the human world for a night, a certain group of humans were not having a great start to their hen/stag parties.

“look you never listen to me I told you I’m not shitfaced I just felt really ill but I’m much better now, and besides that you have your money for your night out” the fiancée said trying to reason with his slutty bride he was considering calling the wedding off after a bit of Dutch courage.

“really your taking the higher ground  after all she has done for you getting you off that shit you were taking” the desperate friend of the slutty bride starting to give her opinion of matters that don’t belong to her.

“I can handle this myself thank you very much” the bride to be said trying to get an upper hand on the situation. “I know you have sorted me out for tonight darling but I’m the one that has planned this entire wedding”

“right so it comes down to you again, always about you isn’t it fair enough you have helped me out this year getting me straight but I am the one paying  for this circus you call a wedding. And you” the fiancée pointed to her so called friend “you stay out of my fucking business” with that the fiancée began to walk off back to meet his friends that were probably now in the green dragon.

Mr Turner walked straight through the middle of this argument the couple not even noticing that he had walked past lighting his rolly up. The bride to be had here money now anyway so she just put on some crocodile tears and put on a false pretence to want her fiancée back. Mr Turner was now walking side by side with the stag of the evening he was on his mobile at the minute trying to find were the lads were “ right mate on my way the green dragon it is mate, you would not believe that fucking woman I am well up for getting shitfaced” as the stag was on the phone bitching about his fiancée Mr Turner was lifting his wallet out of his pocket taking the notes two twenty’s and a few fives, feeling no guilt about taking money from a human he seen it as a way to compensate himself for jobless. The stag checked his messages on his phone nothing to be read that was from his fiancée, he then put his phone back into his pocket doing the pocket dance that all men do as a way security phone check, keys and finally wallet check. Mr Turner walked towards the ship happy he had enough money to sustain himself for a few hours of drinking with his friend. Even feeling pleased with himself that he left the blokes bank cards in his wallet and replaced it without him noticing, it was going to be a good  night.

               

                “I didn’t realise you were on the doors tonight” Mr Turner said as he approached the slipstream to the ship.

“Need to earn some money somehow things aren’t what they used to be you should know that better than anyway and besides I’ve only been here for a couple of minutes. Oh and  Mister I don’t want any trouble tonight” said the extremely tall bouncer that any human being would notice in any pub but what they wouldn’t notice was they fact this man was actually a griffin. Griffins had a natural art of being on guard they had guarded the pyramids, deities and anything worthwhile it wasn’t because they were built for the ancient wars. It was more the fact that they could see anything that happened before someone knew they were about to do it.

                Mr Turner was more than aware of the fact he couldn’t stand a chance against him so politely replied. “When and why would I cause any trouble? Bro”

“Well my bridge dwelling friend I have just seen that woman who gave you that lighter all those years ago, and if you don’t mind its Bronius” the griffin Bronius replied trying to pull off a smug grin but failing as he had now lips.

“thanks for the heads up………  keep working on that smile” Mr Turner said the second part of this sentence under his breath as not wanting to have his throat pecked out then carried through the air then dropped from a great height.

                Mr Turner went through the entrance of the ship cursing himself as this was the worst part of his day so far he hated being covered in that black shit before he could even grab a drink and the whole of the ship knew it as he came through into the different plain of existence.

“There has got to be a better way of getting through to a decent fucking bar than being covered in this shit every fucking time” Mr Turner said this as he aggressively tried to get the slipstream like tar off his clothes. Finally being almost satisfied about being rid of the shit that was on his clothes approached the bar, trying to get the zombies attention whilst also trying to avoid the attention of the well suited woman at the end of the ship. Not thinking the whole pub heard in come in and makes an example of himself.

“wwwwwhhhay ish bbreee ffor yya” said the zombie

“A drink fit for a troll just leave out the granite my teeth aren’t what they used to be” replied Mr Turner

The zombie started pulling the pumps for his drink, Mr Turner realised this could take a while  and whilst thinking going down the green dragon for a pint might not be a bad idea scanned the pub. Then it hit him like a tonne of bricks he noticed the woman that loved him and didn’t at the same time Jeorjia. His pint of ash and ale couldn’t come fast enough as the zombie handed him the pint he handed him the change at the same time drinking half the glass before the coins dropped into the decaying flesh of the barman. Mr Turner took a deep breathe composed himself then wandered where his friend was, it wasn’t that he couldn’t drink on his own but he could do with some company to take his mind off that demon at the end of the ship.

                “You’re not ever going to be over that creature are you” said Edom already firmly into his second glass of black.

“Don’t call him that he’s stronger than most of the people in this place possibly even you, and I am over him!” Jeorjia tightly spoke

“how long has it been since you have actually spoke to him and I don’t mean just one of those awkward conversations human couples have when they pass each other in the street, if I have to sit here and watch you gaze over a troll all night and I’ve got to ask again why the hell a troll?” enquired Edom

“Right you drunkard if you didn’t drink that much you would remember me telling you!” said Jeorjia

“Hey we all have our issues mine is drinking yours is pointless relationships” mocked Edom        

“I honestly don’t know why I bother going to work with you sometimes I know you have never been mature enough to ever considered a relationship with someone I know we shouldn’t ever feel like we can love someone, but when you have been on this earth as long as we have you can learn certain things if you try and learn them” Jeorjia said this with as much belief as she could.

Why don’t you go speak to him then I’m alright, I think I’ve found my warm up for the night anyway” Edom nodded his head to the direction the woman sat at the bar drinking her vanilla vodka.

The woman with the vanilla screened lips granted him a smile as to say I know what you are and you have no chance, because as Edom thought he had been around since the dawn of time she actually had. She faced the bar took another diminutive sip from her shot glass and played with the bracelet she had on her wrist , it was full of charms of men, dragons,giants,bats and a whole other array of ancient preoccupations.

“yeah right cause she doesn’t know what you’re like but if do go past to the bar on the way past the bathroom and maybe a conversation with an old friend” said Jeorjia glancing over to the bar where Mr Turner was sat ordering his second pint she wasn’t concerned about how fast he could drink she knew trolls could hold their own.

“if you would be so kind as to grab another bottle of black don’t worry about the reserve just the standard crap will be fine the taste of this one will stay on my tongue all-night anyway, does this place have live music any more other than those ageing fossils in the corner that play music I can’t stand” said Edom

“there’s a jukebox somewhere in the other plain but I’m not drinking with humans I have no intention of mixing business and pleasure, and I quite like those guys but they are too pricey for what the play” Jeorjia gave the broken pile of bones draped and broken over instruments a curious glance actually tempted to listen to some music now.

 

                Back at the stool where Mr Turner was firmly planting roots for the evening the, owner come out holding another zombie by the chain round his neck then producing a padlock chained him to the other end of the bar. Mr Turner laughed at the fact of a vampire dragging round a zombie it’s something you don’t see every day. The land lord noticed him sniggering then approached Mr Turner and said “you may think it’s funny having zombies but it’s actually good business nobody in here wants to eat them including me, if you like I could hire you to help my “friend” in the cellar” the landlord was laughing now          

“Tell you what I will pass you will never get me going down there I like my bones kept inside my skin” said Mr Turner

“I thought so now the next ones on me can’t have you sulking”

“Thanks for that one more thing do you know if the keepers coming down tonight?” enquired Mr Turner.

“you know I heard he ran into a spot of bother even more so than the usual Saturday, quite glad I don’t have his line of work especially on nights like this full moons send humans fucking nuts even more than them wolves of the north” you could see he the sarcasm written on his face as he said this vampire have never really got on with the wolves, it wasn’t hatred but in the old times it was more like who would get first pick of the humans.

“But Mr Turner if I hear anything I will keep you informed don’t you worry your sweet bridge dwelling head” with that the vampire whispered something to the zombie chained closest, unclipped his collar with a click of a finger. Then the zombie picked up what looked like a bucket of ancient bones then opened the door to the left of the bar and proceeded to walk down the door shutting itself behind him.

“What about your “friend” downstairs?

“don’t worry about my staff I have a long running deal with my friend downstairs he keeps this place safe after closing and he gets a treat once a……”

With that Mr Turner cut him off “it’s probably best if I don’t know”

“He doesn’t even touch the band when it’s loose” said the vampire

“You must have him well trained” Mr Turner threw him a nervous smile and then ended the conversation abruptly “thanks for the double a and have a good night”

Mr Turner sat their waiting as patiently as a troll could that just consisted of consuming as much ash and ale as he possibly could whilst trying to avoid the demonic glances of the well suited woman sat at the end of the pub. And himself trying not to stare at the beautifully ancient creature sat three stools down sipping her vanilla vodka. Mr Turner even thought about trying to speak to her and even buy her a drink since he had more than enough money for himself, but she wouldn’t be seen near a troll he was lucky enough to have been with Jeorjia even though that was almost the death of him.

 

                The night had truly set in upon the earth the full was rising not reaching its peak but it was drawing close to the point, the oil lamps of the ship were burning as well as an oil lamp burnt not illuminating the pub but enough that you could see the layer of smoke that formed across a room. Similar to a mist that was beginning to fall more than enough to annoy any creature that didn’t intend on breathing in second smoke for the rest of the evening. As most drunks know too well the feeling of not leaving your seat at the bar unless absolutely necessary, Mr Turner had known this feeling tonight as he sat in an awkward haze of the atmosphere that was forming around him and no amount of double a of “tobacco” could mask his impatience of waiting for his friend.

                Even Edom and Jeorjia seemed to be quite content with them as they approached the end of their third bottle of black, even though Jeorjia’s glances were know becoming more frequent. Mr Turner was about to call it a night when the landlord picked up the phone after a brief conversation turned to Mr Turner.

“Turner it’s for you I think it’s the keeper?” said the vampire landlord as he placed the phone in his hand

“Don’t be long I’m expecting a call”

“Won’t be cheers” replied Mr Turner

“Hello………… oh……..yeah not a problem”

As Mr Turner was on the phone the creature three stools down that defiantly by now had an air of vanilla embracing her entire body  was listening intently to the one sided conversation, at the same point trying to get one of the zombies attention.

“right no worries my friend…….don’t apologise the landlord said you got caught up in work…………really a hen do and all human they must have really upset the balance then?......... seriously I’m free all next week I will drop by try not to enjoy that paperwork too much”

As Mr Turner handed the phone to the zombie on his side of the bar a pint of ash and ale appeared in front of his the hand of the woman that was sat three stools down. If Mr Turner was completely sober and not on his seventh pint of double a, he would of noticed the skin on the hand of the woman was not skin but was in fact tightly set scales. Mr Turner had not been this confused for a hundred years at least when it came to creatures of the opposite sex. He responded to this action mostly by looking stunned and slightly embarrassed, as she didn’t pull up the stool next to him she rested one arm upon the bar and let her eyes do most of the work as she stared through Mr Turner as medusa would stare at ancient Greek warriors.

“so it looks like your free tonight hope you don’t mind but I noticed you might have wanted to join me for a drink” entrancing Mr Turner as she looked at him her long auburn hair covering one of her eyes then flowing down caressing her body till it neatly rested on her on her hips.

“Uh…thank you I’m Mr Turner” he managed to introduce himself that was a good start for a troll that was well on his way to being merry

“Do you not have a first name honey?  She playfully teased him running her finger round the tip of her shot glass

“It’s very awkward to pronounce Turner is fine by me though” replied Mr Turner trying not to blush too hard

“You can call me Scy since you look too shy to ask Turner so how’s your night been?” said Scy

“Sorry I’m not used to gorgeous women coming up and saying hello let alone buy me a drink, has your partner stood you up or something” Mr Turner replied as honest as he could with a touch of insecurity.

“Well aren’t you a precious little thing” as she said this she admired the bracelet she was wearing “especially for a troll aren’t you lot meant to be the rough and ready types?”

Mr Turner was consuming his double a at a rapid rate of knots trying to gain some confidence to compete with the small talk that was consuming him, he signalled the zombie over for another.

“Would you like a drink what was it you’re drinking?” said Mr Turner

“It was vanilla vodka but you know what if you care to treat me I will take a jasmine with salt always sets me up” said Scy

“I have never heard of it will he know how to make it?” enquired Mr Turner

“He will and doesn’t worry my charm it’s a drink before your time I think?”

Mr Turner ordered the drinks one ash and ale and one jasmine with salt “nnnoottssshht  ahhh ppprrruuubbblllmm mmmmiikkkee tttaaakkkee aa wwhhhaallle” the zombie replied almost having a look of concentration on his face as he said a lengthened sentence.

 

                “I can’t believe that” said Jeorjia

“What that your fancy man chatting up someone that is better looking than you” Edom replied

As Edom said this Mr Turner stood up to go to the little trolls room, Jeorjia threw Edom a look that medusa herself would have been proud she then stood up and proceeded to follow Mr Turner into the bathroom. But what she didn’t know was that out of her serpent like eye Scy watch her in her sluttish like walk to draw “Turners” attention away from her.

                As Mr Turner entered the bathroom through what almost seemed like saloon doors but of vine and steel entwined in one another, he gave a nod to the goblin working the freshening up station, Mr Turner approached the urinal when he heard a voice whispering he turned to look at the goblin which was now counting his change

“Did you say nothing?” enquired Mr Turner

“Ahhhh nope you must be hearing things troll”

Mr Turner ignored the troll comment knowing true well the nature of a goblin and the fact that Mr Turner could easily turn him into something that resembled a squashed fly next to the aftershaves.

“You seriously can’t be talking to her your better than that”

“Really telepathy I thought your kind had lost the ability to do that years ago” Mr Turner didn’t even have to guess who was talking to him through a telepathic phi

“And how are you Jeorjia still cutting around with Edom I noticed” the sarcasm poured through Mr Turner lips

“You’re a fine one to talk, what’s all this Mr Turner crap about have you forgotten how to speak Norse?” Mr Turner tried to get Jeorjia out of his head as she said this.

Mr Turner turned to look at the goblin who was now looking at him perplexed this was due to the fact that Mr Turner was not talking inside his head but aloud for the whole bathroom to hear. Luckily enough it was just the goblin which was now getting up to leave Mr Turner to talk to his “imaginary” friend.

“can you just get out of my head if you wanted to talk about who I am drinking with you could have done it about a century ago, so unless you have anything to say that’s productive just leave me in peace” with that Mr Turners head became empty from Jeorjia. Now he could finish his piss in peace and as the goblin was no longer there he wouldn’t feel guilty about tipping someone for washing his own hands.

                During the conversation between Mr Turner and Jeorjia, Scy was sat there on the phone to her sister who was doing her turn on the strait by Italy she phoned her sister to brag about what she was going to do to Mr Turner. Unaware to Jeorjia Scy was able to listen to projected conversations Scy laughed to herself about how Jeorjia thought she was being clever, but Scy had figured out the art of telepathy about 2 millennia before the Christians had invented Jesus.

                “What did I miss while I was gone anything interesting” asked Mr Turner trying to avoid the looks of Jeorjia as he sat back next to Scy who was still smiling to herself. And provided Mr Turner with a fresh double A.

“Oh nothing darling my sister just sent me a message made me chuckle, what’s with the band in the corner do they do requests?” enquired Scy about to put her plan into action.

“Just put some money in the hat and they will play anything that was before the day of electronic music, there a bit bitter about the whole synthetic music bit” replied Mr Turner.

“interesting do you think they would mind if sang if I give them a little extra, I haven’t sang in  a while I will let you in on a little secret Turner I used to earn a fair living by singing back in the day” Scy said this with an almost practiced compassion.

    As Scy said this land lord overheard her remarks on his hourly checking of his zombies to make sure they haven’t suddenly developed enough speed to trim a little off the top. Not they ever would have the guile to do this but the landlord felt the need to make sure anyway.

“Where did you learn to sing or did you find you had a natural talent for it?” enquired Mr Turner

“it’s just something I picked up over the years I have spent near the coast where I used to live it started out as a bit of trivia but I found it seemed to work for me, you must know how it is whatever pays the bills.” Scy replied

Mr Turner seen this as his chance to try and take it one step further with Scy “any chance I could get a personal attendance?” as Mr Turner said this his face was almost consumed with a childlike glows of red. “Only if you wanted to?” Mr Turner back tracked lifting his head from his glass trying not to make eye contact with Scy

Scy immediately picked up on her new play things reticence about trying to make head way on his evening plans. Scy moved her body to face Turner so her whole figure engulfed his eyes which were now scanning the entirety of Scy which just boosted her confidence. Once she was satisfied with her ego she leant in to Mr Turner wrapped her ancient beautiful body round what Turner would have felt would consume most men. And with her serpent like tongue whispered into his ear.

“Would you like to see what I could do other than sing my tongue is made for other things than just talking”

Without even thinking Mr Turner finished his drink and summoned the nearest zombie over to pay his tab off as he reached into his pocket to fetch out the money he lifted off the drunkard on the way to the ship. Even as he reached to pull the stolen money from his pocket he had a nagging doubt in the back of his mind then their it was her voice creeping into his thoughts.

“Be careful what you wi……….” Jeorjia tried her little mind trick with Mr Turner but was unable to finish as Scy cut her sentence short and gave a menacing glance towards where Edom  an Jeorjia were sat. A look that only a creature like Scy could perform leaving Jeorjia frozen in her thoughts .

“Jeorjia are you alright ……..Jeorjia I said are you alright?” asked Edom

Edom was about to ask for a third time but opted to wave his hand in front of Jeorjia’s  face which brung her out of her catatonic state “ whoa uh what Edom can you stop that?” Jeorjia said awakening from her trance.

“ well I am sorry but you were out of it, you not going to say goodbye to your little friend he is just about to leave?” said Edom

“You know what I’m not bothered let him do what he wants anyway we should get going in a bit the night has already begun and I need to keep my youthful looks up.”

As Mr Turner and Scy went through the door he heard her whisper something in a language he has never heard or even knew existed. The went through the portal but did not end up back in the human realm but in some deep forgotten place no human would have ventured to see. You couldn’t quite make out the atmosphere of the room no specific shape could be made out except for the what appeared to be a small island surrounded by a lake of sheer darkness. Which they were stood upon. Mr Turner was about to call out to Scy to make sure she was ok but as he was about to open his mouth he caught a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye. She was stood in the lake only her top half was visible naked and glistening from the faint light that shimmered upon her from the water.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you this is where I come to relax and for when I need some privacy I hope you don’t mind me changing the plan a little?” as Scy said this she gave a look towards Mr Turner that willed him into the water. And without thinking he slowly crept into the water fully clothed just wanting to be with Scy. As he slowly made his way in trying to figure out where he was and how deep the water would get Scy seemed to remain at the same level almost levitating toward him not breaking eye contact willing to come deeper and deeper into her water. As he approached neck height he felt something coil around his legs, then arms not constricting but lifting him up and towards Scy.

                Scy held the same gaze at Mr Turner as she could now feel his breathe touch her body the coils round Mr Turner now consumed his body leaving only his head out of the snake like tentacles that were now slowly making Mr Turner frail and insubstantial.

“ Jeg elsker deg Mr Turner” as Scy said this her arms folded round the coiled body of Mr Turner and kissed him as a thousand lovers had kissed him at once. As they kissed the dark water consumed them both leaving nothing but an unpromising gloom that took over the underworld home of Scy all except a slight glimmer of silver that was now rising out of the water. As the silver rose it was placed round a delicate wrist. As the silver and the wrist rose out of the water it was clear now it was a bracelet covered in charms that now amongst all the other gods and creatures now contained a charm of a troll.