“I can’t believe you,” I whispered loudly at Durian as a steady stream of unexpected and, sometimes unintelligible, guests streamed through the Victorian front door and disappeared into the foggy house. For a few seconds I held onto the anger, nodding at faces I recognized as they passed. He wasn’t looking at me, so I growled in Durian’s ear, “We weren’t asked to bring in the whole magical world.” Asked was a pretty choice word on my part; there hadn’t really been a choice in the matter at all.
Finally turning, he replied, “I’ve got this. I have everyone signing in with their names and then the leader is separated into the actual house you set up for dinner. The riff-raff are going to this cute little place I went to a rave in once; some kinda disused soda factory or something. There’s lots of room. They can just hang out and I’ll make sure they know what’s going on.” He welcomed in a small contingent of beings with pale skin, goth clothing, and pointed eye teeth. When he noticed I was glaring, he answered my unasked question, “Yes, I invited the leaders of a few choice vampire clans. They don’t travel alone, obviously.” He seemed far too pleased with himself for bringing a guest I’d had a relationship with.
As the steady stream lessened and we were left with the dribs and drabs of the magical community portalling in, I squeezed Durian’s arm until he squealed. “I get that this is your mind, your rules out here, but there will be no issues with this meeting lest I make rash decisions,” I purred, extending my claws into his imaginary flesh slightly until he tore his limb away.
“Relax. I got this,” he snapped, rubbing his arm and sauntering into the house.
Long before the final decision to have a unity meeting was made, I had considered it a bad idea. Yes, hosting people and beings from all corners of the planet and species encompassed in our magical community was important, but some consideration of the specific members and leaders could have been better taken care of.
I growled and stepped into the house, the outside dream fading away and a strange blank place came into view. Standing at a podium with a large book on it was Durian. When I entered, he chuckled and offered a strained smile. “Uh, so, hiccup. Some of the groups put all members down as leaders and all the leaders of a few different groups decided to put themselves down as such,” he explained, waving his hand over the squiggles on the page. Without my asking, though I was thinking it loudly enough for him to hear it, he replied, “Well, there are about a hundred beings in there.”
Rolling my eyes, I stepped to the large door set in a wall of puffy white cloud, and turned back to the idiot. “This was why I wanted to touch base with everyone before the meeting,” I snapped, walking through the door and finding myself crapped into a room with way too many people. I cleared my throat but it was almost inaudible in the din; one hundred people having discussions all at was too loud for a regular voice.
I made my way up to the front door and opened it, causing a large gust of wind to violently shake through the group until everyone fell silent. Snow began to drift in so I shut the door and cleared my throat. “Alright, everyone, it’s great to see you all but we need to cut down our number before dinner,” I announced using a silent amplification charm. When there was a small amount of murmuring, I cut them off and continued, “If you all make your way up the stairs, you will find rooms designated for your community groups. Please head in and discuss amongst yourselves who will speak on your behalf and have them come down to the dining room.”
Slowly, everyone filed upstairs until I was left in the old Victorian front room with Durian, a forest nymph, and my cat, Aster. The feline’s silken black fur vibrated as she rubbed against my leg. Now, I say cat. Technically, not really a cat: five fluffy tails, three eyes, and seven toes on each foot put her decidedly not in the cat category. She meowed, the sound echoing in my mind and making my stomach grumble.
Nodding at the others in the room, I explained, “She doesn’t have food, though this is a dreamworld so she doesn’t need it, I’m gonna go fill her bowl.” If you own a cat, you understand why even if she didn’t need it, I’d fill her bowl.
When I returned from the kitchen, there was a third person in the room. I would have recognized those black eyes anywhere; it was Terrance, my ex. “Did they actually vote you as their leader or did you force yourself onto them, too?” I snapped before he could say a word.
With that stupid “victim” charm, he clutched his heart and gasped, “Well, of course, they wanted me as their leader, Ollie.” Some vampires used their strength to threaten their way to the top, but Terrance did quite the opposite.
Durian was pacing in front of the stairs, staring into the gaslight at the top. “Seriously? This is such a bad plan,” he grumbled, taking a step up, then down.
As I was about to assure him that, while it may not be the best, it was the best current plan when Terrance grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. “I called you a while ago. Well, a few times. And, recently, too. But I heard nothing back from you,” he murmured with a pained smile. When I didn’t reply, he chuckled and pointed to the front door with his free hand. “Would you mind if I commandeered that dreamspace to show you what I wanted to in the, you know, real world?” he pleaded with shining eyes and a truly heroic amount of charm.
Nodding, I waved at it and the door opened on a silvery mist. Durian shot me a look and I rolled my eyes back. If this got Terrance to leave me alone, it was worth it.
We stepped through the mist and stepped onto a bright, sunshine-drenched building in the middle of a metropolis. Dropping my hand, Terrance asked, “How do you like my new skyscraper?”
With a laugh, I countered, “What use do you have for a skyscraper? Have you even been able to stand here, in the real world?”
“You mean in the daytime?” he growled, pulling his lip up to show off his fangs like he always did when he felt a little threatened. Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Well, you don’t know what I’ve got going on down there. An entire floor dedicated to, uh, me having a reflection again.” He puffed out his chest and tried to look as suave as possible.
I blinked. “A cure? You’re working on a cure?” I muttered in amazement. All these years, there’d never been one. Then, it hit me. With a sigh, I grumbled, “For Sadie?” All the years we’d been together and he’d been pushing for me to get turned so we could be together forever. All the lies he told to turn other people. And, now, he was going to cure himself for a wretch.
I nodded and stepped back into the house. For a few seconds, I considered cutting off his little dream, letting him rot between my mind and his, but then he stepped through. “Come on, Ollie, it’s not like there was the chance before, but now,” he pleaded.
“This isn’t a personal meeting, Terrance, it’s an important one,” I snapped, turning to Durian. “Anyone else come down yet?” I asked with a little more snap than I meant.
Nodding, he replied, “Everyone has made their decisions and the council arrived. You were out there a long time.” He made a waving motion at the second floor and I nodded.
With a single wave, the second floor disappeared and everyone was deposited into Durian’s dreamworld. I followed him into the dining room and stood in the corner as Terrance took his seat.
Nat, who was head of the witch’s council, stood up and announced, “So begin the first of many unity meetings. Everyone has agreed to the terms and we can begin with a statement from each leader, then a short break for snacks.” With a dagger glance at me, she gestured to the nymph to her right.
Opening statements turned into nearly an hour of general bitching. The one I thought made a good first impression was the forest nymph; she spoke in flowers, explaining that they were having an issue with a construction site overstepping the bordering forest. Finally, we reached the lycanthrope, a woman I’d known for nearly two centuries. For a start, she talked about how she’d had two pups lately born with blue moon disease and how that was an issue for everyone. Technically, yes, the disease caused the wolves to have far less control of their urges, but there wasn’t a community-led solution.
With her statement taken, Nat stood again and dismissed the group. Everyone moved into the other room for snacks while Nat dropped her head on the table and groaned. “Why did no one put any of this in their submissions to the agenda?” she asked me as I took a seat beside her.
“Well, I think partly because everyone thought they’d get a turn to speak, not just one from each community,” I replied quietly. Through the door, I could see Durian chatting jovially with a few of the naturals. Clearing my throat, I suggested, “Next time, everyone should really have meetings of their own before bringing their community concerns forward instead of having this mess. Maybe a week in advance, then a real schedule could be crafted.”
Nodding at the table, she replied, “You’re in charge. I thought Durian could handle it, since he can’t do anything else, but clearly, he’s useless.”
I chuckled and replied, “Actually, I think you should send him to the other meetings. Then he can prepare them to speak about their concerns. He can be a diplomat; he’s actually very good at speaking to people. People like him.” I envied that. No matter how much planning or thought I put into a social endeavour, it was so much work just for people to tolerate being around me. You couldn’t think yourself out of having zero charisma. As I was about to explain that I was more of a behind-the-scenes kind of person when the front door swung open and a cloud of snow swept into the room.
Everyone was shivering and staring as the snow converged into a large furry creature. Growling deeply, it motioned wildly, causing everyone to scatter. It shook and coughed before grumbling and making a choking motion. Finally, it chuckled, “Sorry, snowball in my throat. Uh, am I late?”
Beside me, Nat groaned and whispered, “My guess is that one told the yetis what time the meeting was at in their time. They’re usually very punctual.”