Chapter 5 Fifth Chapter

CHAPTER FIVE

The building's front exterior was made of black stone but most of the interior wasn't and the buildings design, interior and the exterior were not only dwarf anymore.

It was fairy, elf, goblin, pixie and a touch were and shifter here and there. Even Vampire. And not just a single type or variety.

The lobby had beautiful silver wallpaper imprinted with snowflakes that covered the stone wall. Dainty and beautiful lines of gold and copper lined the walls, spreading like vines carrying leaves and ice lilies that had little crystals at the end of their antenna. Giving the walls their own subtle glow.

The crystal chandelier above spread out like a flower, holding the largest crystal in its center. Tiny crystals hanging from the sides of the flower.

On the far wall, all the family insignia of the building's owners, previous and present, hung, in order of first to last, displayed in their full glory.

The building was divided into two. The apartments above ground and those below. A design most certainly created by vampires. Her apartment was above ground. The fourth floor to be exact. The building had seven. Upwards anyway.

There was a Seflik elf in the receptionist's corner. Seflik were taller than most fae, just a few ways shy of being considered giants. Terri's shift must have been over. She was later than usual.

The Seflik in front of her had dark skin. A nice brown coat that seemed to glow unlike the pale on everyfae's she was used to. Long, very curly brown hair sat on his head and trailed down his back. Hidden from her view.

His dark blue uniform made sure the silver nametag on the left side of his side caught your eye. Placed there because of his height. His name was Wahim. The letters engraved in the little silver rectangle.

She did not waste anytime.

"Iyra Sader. Elven fairy. Fourth floor, room 392." She told him. The gigantic book infront of him that had laid open started flipping its pages. The pages flipping with speed faster than even the fastest elf could run.

It stopped when it came to her page. Her name and picture shown. He nodded. At the same, a feathered pen appeared, a piece of paper with it. After a quick scribble, the both disappeared.

It was a normal occurance for all apartment buildings, hotels, inns, rentals and lodgings. A way to keep accurate track of the fae that used them. The policy was now incredibly mandatory for every buisnesses that involved public living.

An account must be taken for every individual, every single one of their comings and goings. Even if you came to visit somefae.

All that information was taken directly to the intelligence center of each city. Made available at the fingertips of security officials and higher powers with the clearance to do so.

It was like being watched.

As soon as all the formalities were over. He nodded and she left for the stairs. Taking them to the second floor before taking an elevator. Time and experience had thought her that the elevators would be filled with couples, some of which could not keep their hands off each other.

She pressed the button beside the elevator door. The insignia was glowing which meant that it was already in use. She would have to wait till whoever in it was done or atleast came down to her level.

The second floor was still made of stone. The stone wall covered in a the same wallpaper as the lobby. Smaller crystals lit over head. Pots of ice lilies beside every third door on each side.

The elevator door finally opened. An old fairy couple stepped out, with them two pixies. A brother and sister pair. The little pixie boy was munching on some chocolate he had in his hand. His right cheek had a dark chocolaty smudge. His older sister was holding a Brindiberry coated bun on a stick. Less keen on getting a stain on her face or her outfit.

She made her way into the elevator, her eyes leaving the four as they made their way down the stairs.

"Fourth floor, up." She said. The elevator closed and started its journey upwards.

She relaxed a little. She was almost home.

She was late though. If Terri was not downstairs then it was past eight. She was behind on her application. The complications of her lateness crossed her mind like a bad memory. A series of bad, horrible memories.

Tension came back into her body. Her feet were already tapping on the elevator floor. She ran her hand through her hair. How long did it take this thing to reach the fourth floor? She thought. The elevator stopped and opened up. Please do not be anyfae. She pleaded to whatever power could hear her. It was not. She thanked whatever or whomever had answered her.

She stepped out, immediately heading for her door on the right. The elevator door closing behind her. Stopping infront of her door, she placed her hand close to the door. The key in her bag wriggled out.

The key had a wonky shape like a twig that had been snapped in three places.

There was no key hole. The fae at the door had to request permission from the door and the request would only be granted if the key was present.

The key floated near the door, a keyhole slowly appeared, allowing the key to slide in. Both disappeared, leaving a knob in the keyhole's place. The door opened wide and she rushed in.

"Lock." She said and the door obeyed. The sound of locks clicking closed followed seconds later.

She took a look at the clock on her wall. Her eyes went wide. She had not known it was that late! She rushed again.