IF THESE WALLS COULD SPEAK Chapter 2 part 1 of 2

IF THESE WALLS COULD SPEAK
Chapter 2 part 1 of 2

Justin grabbed the chain by her neck to free it, and a biting cold sensation rocked through his body. "Don't touch the chain or the collar. Go get something to break it."

Justin followed the chain to where it was attached to the wall and could see the small link it was attached to. Although the chain was thick iron, the link to where it was attached to the wall plate was not. Justin broke a chair and used it to pry the wall plate out completely. When it fell to the floor, he gave a weird look to Helena about how easy it was to pull free.

Justin grabbed the wall plate and walked over the Helena so they could get out. It was when he brought it closer to her that he saw the reason she could not do it herself. Her skin went from a normal pink to an almost blackish grey. Hey, eyes sunk in, and skin grew wrinkled.
"Hurry, I can't take too much of it," Helena called out waiting for Justin to lead the way up the steps.

Justin walked to his house as fast as he could while making sure Helena was at the same pace. Once inside, Justin put the plate in the far corner of the living room and waited for Helena to regain her composure.

Helena was adjusting her ragged shirt before walking closer to Justin. "Thank you for that. I just need you to say to whoever comes that you know nothing."

"Sure, but you have to tell me everything or it's no deal," Justin added as she walked towards the refrigerator.

"Let me eat something and I will tell you everything you want," Helena replied as her smile returned to her normal complexion.

Opening the refrigerator, she began pulling out leftovers, and beer. It was more than Justin could eat and he wondered if it was for the both of them. "How much do you want?"

"All of it. I haven't eaten for a few days."

Justin walked over and began heating the food up. Helena sat at the small table and watched Justin prepare the enormous amounts of food. Justin looked over and could not help but stare a bit as Helena’s facial features seemed so angelic and gorgeous.

The microwave beeped to completion and Justin handed it to Helena and began heating more food up. Just as he pressed the buttons for the second round, he looked over to see her stuffing her face like a child. "Guess you were hungry."

Helena gave a small burp and pushed the empty plate in front of her. Justin pulled the second plate of food out and put it in front of her with a fork. Sitting down across from her he looked right into her dark eyes. "Let's start with who or what you are. Then you can tell me why you were in an old church basement."

Picking up the fork and smiling at Justin before diving into the plate of spaghetti, holding it in the spaghetti, she looked up and gave a smirk.

"George Kelly is not really George Kelly. He is George McCune; he only changed his name when he needed to."

"How does this explain you though?" Justin interrupted only to see Helena begin to eat.

With a few more bites, Helena put the fork back into her food. "I am going to get there. I bet you did not know that George was a witch-hunter. Which explains why I was down there. You see George was supposed to kill me a long time ago. Just kept me as his pet instead."

Justin's tone was almost confused as he was. "Wait, what? George was a witch-hunter, and you are a witch that was kept under a church basement. This makes no fucking sense."

Helena stood up and turned around. Her ragged white shirt was covered by her long hair, and Justin could barely make it out. Helena proceeded to lift her worn ripped shirt with her hair to expose her back. Just as her back was coming into view, two distinct black lace-like wings sprung out. As the shirt hit her neck, Helena flexed, and her wings went from folded to fully extended. The wings only extended a few feet and looked like they were ready to fall apart if she ever flapped them.

Helena folded her wings tight against her body and dropped her shirt back down. "Does that answer your question?"

"You're a fairy?" Justin's eyes were as big as saucers as he tried to think about what was real and what was fake. The wings he just saw were no fakes, and his brain was having a challenging time overseeing them.

"Kind of. I am fey, like a fairy, just a different type. I am what they call a succubus." Helena tried to smile as she was waiting for Justin's reaction.

With an almost fearful look. "Isn't that evil?"

Helena smiled as she seemed to break the ice of the shocking news Justin just heard. "Well, not truly evil. We just tend to do what we want. I mean, I never killed anyone before. Matter of fact, I was helping George live for as long as he did."

Justin leaned back as one of the questions he wanted to be answered was about to be revealed to him. "How old was George?"

"Mumm. I am not too sure of the year I was summoned, but I do remember George killing Berlina around the time those guys in the red coats attacked Philadelphia. Yeah, I do remember them right before we left the city."

"Holy shit. George is that fucking old? What did you give him? Who is Berlina? You need to tell me what happened from the start."

Herlinda looked at Justin, and he saw the look in her dark eyes. The look that he could not gauge to be evil or just pure beauty. "Well... here goes. Berlina worked for my master, and George killed them both. I was supposed to be killed with them, but he said he had other plans for me. Kept me around in churches, and even some old morgue for a bit."

"So, wait...why was George killing your master?" Justin asked still giving a confused yet eager-to-learn-more-information look.

"George is a witch-hunter. Bet he did not mention that in conversation to you," Helena smiled as she said this, and Justin could not help but do the same.

With a laugh in her voice, Herlinda took another bite of her food.

"George kept me alive so he can use my blood and my wings for longer life. Told the fucker he would get caught too."

Justin tried to think of something to say, but as Herlinda continued to eat and then talk, he could not help but feel sorrow for this girl.

Although farfetched from anything in the realm of reality, the story just seemed to fit in, or it may be just the way she spoke. Either way, Justin knew that Helena was being brutally honest, and he bought into it, hook, line, and sinker.

"You see the Guild of Hunters knew George was up to something and accused him of keeping me alive. I told him he would be caught when he turned eighty and looked twenty. When they cast him out, he took me to a few places before we came here."

Justin's eyes grew wide as Helena dumped so much information on him. Like his brain imploded with knowledge about things he never knew existed except for fantasy. "Damn. I cannot believe it all. I mean nobody would ever believe this shit. Are they still hunting you?"

"Probably, if they were alive. It has been years since George mentioned moving or anyone following us. The old church seemed to work. Although the pastor is a hunter and knows George was one too.

He just does not know George was thrown out. So that's why I need to stay here for a bit."

"Hold up a bit. What is the deal with staying at the church? I mean George could have hidden you anywhere." Justin instantly thought of hundreds of places where George could have hidden a kidnapped girl.

He also knew that the pastor would be coming by in the morning.
Helena still eating and never looked down as she answered Justin's big question of the night. The question he had since pulling up to his new house. "It's hallowed ground. I cannot be sensed in hallowed ground. Funny thing is, that no hunter would ever suspect me of being on hallowed ground. Warlocks are not known for their love of religion."

"And the chains? What is the deal with the chains?"

Helena looked up quickly with a smile before going back to looking after her food when she replied. "Cold iron limits the powers of any fey. Hallowed ground hides me. George said it was brilliant of himself to build the church."

Helena finally put her fork down and gave Justin a look of seriousness. "So, I assume you are going to want the same deal, or are you just that good type of person to turn me in?"

Justin gave a smile as he saw the desperate look on Helena’s face. "I am not going to turn you in, but I am not going to keep you either. Is it possible for me just to let you go? Figure you would want that most of all."

Helena smiled wide. It was so powerful of a smile and so beautiful it brought a sense of love to Justin's heart. There was something about her looks, her smile, and even her voice that made Justin weak at the knees. "I am yours, my Master."

"No, I am going to let you go free. I am not your master." Justin smiled as he thought she was offering herself to him as a slave.

Helena stood up and stepped back, Justin just watched in shock as she went around the table to him and knelt completely down in front of him. "My true name is Leaderish, and what shall my new name be, Master?"

Standing up, looking at her as she faced the floor in front of him in complete obedience Justin said, "No, wait, you misunderstood me. I am going to free you from serving anyone, even me. You won't have a master at all."

Justin saw her eyes once again as she looked up at him. Her face was helpless, and Justin felt weak saying no to her. "I am succubae. I cannot live without a master."

Thoughts of what to do with her flooded his mind. It was like adopting a child that you could not say no to. "So, you want me? I mean, there must be some witch out there that could have you."

Helena stood up again, flashing that smile that made Justin weak and then followed it up with a giggle. "I do not serve witches Master.

Succubae are summoned only to serve warlocks and sorcerers."

Justin felt compassion and loneliness. He knew what it was like being alone in the world. The compassion he felt also went for how she was locked away for so many years as well. "Lena sounds better. But I am neither a warlock nor a sorcerer. I was thinking both were myths until you came along."

Justin looked at the time as his phone buzzed with an email. If he went to bed now, he could get about four hours of sleep. Justin looked at his newfound girl and saw that this was not going to be done tonight either. "It is late, and I have work in the morning. So, we are going to talk about this in the morning."

Lena stood up and stepped back flashing a small smile. "I can help Master. Give me a few weeks and more of my powers will return. I can help you find someone that can help you."

"Listen, as much as this is weird for me, I have to work in the morning. I have a job, a life. I can't be taking time off of work trying to learn to cast things that I do not even believe in yet."

To be continued