I had to take a break from the Alex/Jess universe because I needed a distraction. This is a Halloween fairy-tale of sorts – a modern, butch-femme remaking of a fable ‘as old as time’ mixed with some Wuxia fantasy.
Caveat Emptor: i) this is a meandering fairy tale (i.e. very long build and the characters aren’t jumping into bed at every opportunity), ii) it involves a butch, and iii) takes a lot of liberties with the original fairy tale itself and the genres in general.
Prologue – The Sorcerer
“Your choice,” the sorcerer clasped his hands and rested them on the table in front of him.
“Not much of a choice,” the young woman retorted, defiance in her eyes.
A small shrug, “It’s the same offer I made to your parents.”
“Which they refused.”
“Well, that’s not quite true. Your father was very much in favor.”
The young woman sat straighter, “But he ultimately walked away from you. Away from you and back to my mom. My mother’s love won. You lost.”
“Again, that’s not quite true. They both lost. They failed to understand that ultimately, I have something they do not: the key to life and death. Your parents were foolish.”
“Were they? Because you still don’t have what you want, do you?” came the biting reply.
“Not. Yet.” The icy cold words came out in a lethal hiss.
Undeterred, the young woman stared straight into her captor’s eyes, “And I don’t want what you’re offering either.”
The sorcerer sighed, “You are determined to stoop to a blindingly idiotic level of stupidity. How predictable. I shall have to make this interesting, killing you now feels too… how shall I put it? Too prosaic. I am so easily bored, you see…” He unclasped his hands and touched the tips of his fingers together. He cast his eyes upwards, as if deep in thought…
Moments later, he looked down with a malevolent smile, “I think I have it… a wager…”
“With my life?” The young woman asked.
“Of course. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise… yes, a wager. You mentioned love triumphant earlier. I didn’t know young people still believe in romance these days.”
When he didn’t get a response, he continued, “Here’s the wager: If you can find your soul mate within a year, I’ll leave. If you can’t, you name me the beneficiary of your estate, and then you will die.”
The young woman narrowed her eyes, “What’s the catch?”
“No catch. It’s quite simple: My wager, my rules,” the sorcerer smiled.
“What are the rules?”
“No, no,” the sorcerer wagged a finger, “that’s not how this game is played. I’ll let you know the rules only if you take the bet.”
Two sets of eyes dueled silently for a beat, before the young woman nodded, “I’ll take the bet.”
Chapter One — The Merchant and His Daughter
Once upon a time… in a city much like any other…
“I swear, boss, they say that place is haunted,” Lyle pleaded, “Call any of the guys at Durand Landscaping. They’ll tell you. Don’t do it. It was so creepy Mr. Durand terminated the contract two weeks into the project.”
“Doesn’t sound like Chad,” Steven Zhao said thoughtfully, “He’s not the superstitious type.”
Lyle agreed, his relief evident on the other end of the line, “Exactly! My brother was on that crew. He’s not the superstitious type either.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it” Steve allowed, “Go back to work, Lyle.”
Steve hung up and stared into space for a couple minutes. Best to go straight to the source, Steve picked up the phone and called his friend.
“Stevie-Z!” Chad Durand answered on the second ring, “What’s up?”
“Gotta quick question for you,” Steve leaned back and put his feet up on his desk, “I got invited to bid on a contract for the Zedecker Estate–“
“Don’t do it, buddy,” Chad’s voice took on a no-nonsense tone, “Don’t let the dollar signs fool you. It’s not worth it.”
“Lyle said the mansion was haunted?” Steve chuckled, “You pulled out of the contract because of ghosts?”
“We were all spooked, dude. It was the best money I’ve ever lost. I shit you not.”
Steve looked at the RFP, “Makes no sense though, ten and a half acres of land, twenty thousand square feet of house… what’s not to like? Vampires are asleep during the day anyway, right?”
Chad sighed, “I can’t explain it. Weird shit kept happening. We’d do a massive clean-up, and the next day, it’s like we’d never done the clean-up at all. Our cell phones kept fritzing out… and the boss-lady was creepy. The sun would be shining but we’d all be shivering cold.”
“Hm,” Steve ran his eyes down the requirements, “Looks like you guys spooked Zedecker too — the new RFP has a pretty painful early termination clause.”
“Don’t touch it, Steve. Trust me.”
“Hard to say no to the seven-figure base budget. And the early completion bonus…”
Chad’s voice was incredulous, “They threw in a bonus? How much?”
“Twenty-percent.”
Chad whistled, “Look, you and I have worked this market for years now. I like it istanbul travesti when you’re busy – because I don’t have to compete with you… and I’m sure you like it when I’m neck deep in a project with some high-maintenance zillionaire who can’t make up his mind… But be careful man. I know I can’t tell you to turn away business but be careful. There’s some strange voodoo going on at the Zedecker place.”
“My wife knows kung fu,” Steve joked, “She’ll protect me.”
Chad didn’t laugh, “My wife’s pretty handy with a nail gun but I wouldn’t let her anywhere near that place. It’s not worth it.”
Neither man spoke for a beat.
“Hey, Steve,” Chad’s voice was low.
“What?”
“You don’t need this contract, right? You guys doing okay money-wise?”
“Yeah,” Steve said, “Yeah – we are. This’ll just get me to retirement sooner, know what I mean?”
“Gotcha,” Chad paused for a second, “I’m here to help if you need. I know you’d do the same for me.”
“Yeah – I know. Thanks. I’ll call you later,” Steve put down the phone.
“ANDI!” Steve shouted, “NEW PROJECT!”
When he didn’t get a response, Steve headed upstairs into the kitchen. He looked out into the backyard and was met with a scene he’d witnessed hundreds of times before: His wife Tina was out there, guiding their daughter Andi through what looked like a fairly complicated kung fu combination. Steve wasn’t kidding about the kung fu. Tina – all five foot five of her — could kick butt. Tina’s mother had been a grand master, whose training lineage could be traced directly back to Ng Mui, said to be one of the Five Elders of Shaolin.
Tina moved to the US as a college student and stayed on after marrying Steve. Steve was a fourth-generation American-born Chinese, so he had as much knowledge of Chinese culture and heritage as the next guy (which is to say, little to none). Their only child, now twenty-five, was a perfect blend of parental DNA. Andi — a transliteration of her Chinese name An Di — inherited her father’s height and build, and her mother’s striking and angular features. Steve and Tina had planned to give Andi a proper English name, but it became evident early on that ‘Andi’ would be the ideal name for the girl who had no intention of ever growing out of the tomboy phase.
Mother and daughter finished up their practice as Steve opened the sliding door, “Don’t you guys usually practice after dinner?”
Tina nodded, “Yes, but she was moping around, so I wanted to get the endorphins pumping sooner rather than later.”
“My girlfriend cheated on me andbooted me from our apartment, I think it’s okay to mope around,” Andi shrugged.
Tina rolled her eyes and headed into the house, “She wasn’t the right match for you. Why be sad about something that was wrong?”
Steve chuckled, “Never sentimental, that one.”
“Tell me about it,” Andi grabbed a towel and ran it over her face and hair.
“Looks like she worked you over pretty good!” grinned Steve.
Andi nodded, “You know mom. When she gets into Sifu mode, you just need to grit your teeth until it’s over.”
“Yeah, I bet this’ll make you think twice about working from home tomorrow, eh?” Steve changed the subject when his daughter grimaced, “I’m kidding. Hey, can you do some research on the Zedecker Estate after you freshen up?”
“Sure,” Andi cocked her head, “It’s up on Harrier Ridge, right?”
Steve nodded, “We’ve been invited to bid for some work on it. Chad had the contract and quit. If we get it, we’ll have a decent pile of rainy-day cash.”
“Why did Chad quit?”
“Do your research, I don’t want anyone to jump to conclusions on this one.”
Andi headed upstairs, “I’ll run downtown to the Buildings Department after my shower. Are you working here the rest of the day?”
“I am headed to the Callahan site in half an hour, and I didn’t want to drive out from downtown.”
“Makes sense,” Andi paused midway up the stairs, “Do you want anything from the office since I’m going that way anyway?”
Steve thought about it for a second, “Nah, just be back in time for dinner.”
Andi took the rest of stairs two at a time, made a turn at the landing and headed into her childhood room. She heard the shower shutting off in her parents’ bathroom and shook her head with amusement – her mother did everything quickly and efficiently. It felt nice to be living at home again, even though the reason she was living there made her wince: Her girlfriend — now ex-girlfriend — was keeping their apartment. Andi moved back home a week ago, an unsurprising conclusion after Stella (the ex) admitted to cheating (and conveniently blamed it on Andi).
Andi stepped into the shower, her mind on their last fight, which had been bitterly unpleasant. Stella hurled out so many statements laced with resentment they were still echoing in Andi’s head. The long and the short of Stella’s vitriol was this: if Andi had been more attentive, Stella would never have strayed. It was hard not to be self-critical, istanbul travestileri and Andi knew she played a part in how badly it ended. But Stella’s neediness and jealousy was a big part of what was broken, too. At the end of the day, they simply grew apart, and five years was a long time to spend growing apart from someone.
“This suuuucckkksss,” she muttered. She quickly finished up, got dressed and headed out. Focus on work. Move on.
The drive downtown was surprisingly smooth, and she pulled into the Buildings Department parking lot just a little after three.
Andi headed straight to the records floor and blew through the double glass doors.
“Goddammit! You scared the shit out of me!” The woman behind the counter shouted.
Andi grinned, “Are you reading romance novels on the job again, Susan?”
Susan shoved something into a drawer as her face blushed bright red, “Mind you own business.”
“No argument from me! I don’t go for that cheesy shit.” Andi leaned on the counter, “We’re thinking about bidding on the RFP for the Zedecker Estate.”
Susan raised her eyebrows.
Andi frowned, “Did someone else get here ahead of me?”
“Nope,” Susan shook her head, “More like no one’s touching that thing. It’s all yours; but it’ll still cost you the standard fee, extra for hard copies.”
Andi slid a credit card across the counter, “No one?”
Susan shrugged, “This is their fourth RFP in six months. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out something’s not quite right about that place.” She swiped the card and handed it back to Andi, “Bin 4501 in aisle H, electronic documents also under 4501-HR in the database. Knock yourself out.”
It took Andi about two hours to go through everything and figure out the copies she needed to make. The history of the Estate was fascinating; all available building records for the Zedecker Estate indicated a level of activity expected for a rich family that was only getting richer… and then the gazillionaire disappeared, after which the marathon of failed RFPs started… presumably by his widow.
“Yo! Short stack!” Susan interrupted loudly.
Andi jumped a little and raised an eyebrow at the Buildings Department employee, who stood a shade over five feet.
Susan grinned, “I’m standing, you’re sitting. You’re shorter right now by quite a bit.”
Andi pushed her chair back and stood up, her tall frame unfolding pridefully, “Pick on someone your own size!”
Susan rolled her eyes, “Whatever. I’m still kicking you out. I don’t get overtime for letting oversized architects stay past five.”
Andi gathered her stuff, “Yes ma’am! I’ll decamp to my office… let me know if anyone else comes digging on this RFP, okay?”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Susan said as she shooed Andi out of the room.
Phoenix Construction was located in a converted warehouse right at the edge of the downtown area. The beeping of a pallet truck emanated from somewhere deep within the supply area. Andi trotted up three flights of stairs to her office. Some of the guys were getting ready to head home.
“Don’t mind me,” Andi shouted, “Go on home, I’m just doing some research.”
She fired up her computer as Fizzy poked his head in. (Fizzy was Frank Cohen, the head electrician. ‘Fizzy’ was a nickname he earned when a high school science experiment went spectacularly wrong).
“Hey Andi,” Fizzy rubbed a hand over his bald head, “Rumor has it you guys are thinking about the Zedecker contract?”
Andi was surprised he’d already heard, “Uh, yeah – we’re thinking about it. Why?”
Fizzy shrugged his massive shoulders, “I did a project up there a year ago and they cancelled halfway through. Paid us for the work we did but kicked us out. It was weird.”
Andi pointed at the pile of documents she copied from the Buildings Department, “Based on what I’ve read, it’s pretty much par for the course: most of the projects this year have been cancelled and permits were never used, like the dock and the helipad. I was just going to dig into it a little more.”
Fizzy grunted, “Yeah – I was on the project for the dock. And then it all got hinky when Damian Zedecker disappeared… remember that? His daughter, Quinn, did too…”
Andi nodded – the billionaire was presumed dead, along with his daughter. The press circled around the story for months and months, but when the case went cold, so did mainstream media interest.
“Here,” Andi walked over and handed Fizzy the RFP, “Take a look at this and let me know what you think. Susan over at BD told me no one’s touching this one.”
Fizzy flipped through the document, “Lyle’s spooked; he said his brother worked on it with Durand and they quit.”
Andi exhaled, “Yeah, dad told me. Let’s see if we think we can handle it first. The grounds I think we can do. The house itself is going to be harder. It’s a landmarked building.”
“This is the type of RFP you put out when you’ve just moved in,” Fizzy was running a practiced travesti istanbul eye through the specs, “It’s like they want a whole new house. Makes no sense.”
Andi shrugged, “Dunno. But look at the budget they’re starting with.”
Fizzy flipped to the end and whistled. He looked at Andi, “Something with this much money tied to it is either too good to be true… or too true to be good. Nobody puts this much money on the table without getting bids first. Is your dad already committed?”
“Not yet, but he asked me to look into it. I agree with you though, something’s off. I’m going to do more digging tonight.”
Fizzy nodded, “Okay. Can I take this home to look at?”
“Go nuts,” Andi turned to her computer, “Tell me if there’s anything in there that you don’t like.”
Chapter Two — The Beast in the Castle
The Super Duty pickup made a wide turn off Route 47. Andi gunned the motor as they started climbing the incline up towards Harrier Ridge.
“Did you get the exterior specs from Jeff?” Steve was flipping through their proposal.
Andi nodded, “Yeah – I included it in the final version I sent over. Dad, are you sure about this? I hate to say it, but Lyle’s onto something. There’s like a Bermuda Triangle feeling about the Zedeckers.”
Steve pulled off his reading glasses, “You start thinking about the paranormal, and everything starts looking strange.”
Moments later, the two Zhaos were staring at the Zedecker mansion, mouths open. The estate looked like it had been overrun by nature for decades. Vines of ivy covered the massive building’s façade. The foliage was bending over with weight.
“No way this happened in a year,” Steve shook his head.
Andi looked at her dad, “We can still back out.”
“Nah,” Steve grinned, “Now I really want to figure out what’s going on. Come on, it’s trick-or-treating time. The letter said we should go in through the East door… which I think is that way…”
Father and daughter crunched their way across the gravel. The East door opened as they approached, and a man in an expensive suit appeared, “Mr. Zhao?”
“Yes,” Steve extended a hand.
“Frank Whitaker, I’m one of the attorneys for Madame Zedecker,” Frank shook Steve’s hand, “Come on in… and you are…?”
“This is Andi, my daughter. She’s one of our architects.”
“Nice to meet you,” Frank led them down a dimly lit corridor, “This way, please.”
Frank made a couple more turns and then twisted the knob of a massive oak door, “Right in here.”
The three of them walked into a huge room with vaulted ceilings. There was an older gentleman waiting for them. Andi correctly assumed he was also lawyer.
The white-haired man stood up, buttoned his jacket, and walked over to the Zhaos, hand extended. “Lewis Tremont. Managing Partner at Tremont, Lawson, and Foley. Thank you for coming today.”
“Have a seat,” Frank indicated to two empty chairs at the table.
“We’re grateful to have received your proposal. Candidly, you were the only ones who submitted one. We are therefore fortunate in being guaranteed a relatively expedient selection process.” Lewis Tremont did not sound like he felt fortunate, “My colleague and I have reviewed your proposal, and we have received approval from Madam Zedecker to award you the project. We would like to fully execute the contract today.”
This could have been done over email, mused Andi. She could almost hear the ding of a cash register as Tremont racked up his billable hours.
Lewis Tremont stood and gestured towards the window, “We wanted you to come so you could see for yourself the scope of the project.”
The Zhaos followed him and looked out the large bank of windows. The wild and unkempt view of the estate grounds matched the gloominess of the sky.
Tremont sighed with resignation, “We, er, have had difficulty with turnover when it comes to maintenance of the estate, and since you’re signing the contract today, we wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into.”
“Why the urgency with the contract?” Steve asked.
“Ah,” Lewis Tremont’s face took on a little color, “Mr. Zedecker’s disappearance is approaching its one-year anniversary. The preponderance of evidence points towards an untimely death, and there are certain matters related to his estate that—”
A door on the other side of the room opened and Tremont jumped with surprise.
“Madame Zedecker!”
A motorized wheelchair whirred into the room. In it sat a small woman, whose body was bent over awkwardly. An impossibly large pair of sunglasses rested on her nose, sunglasses so large that they looked like they was struggling to stay on the woman’s face.
The gnarled hand on the joystick skillfully manipulated the wheelchair to the table.
“Lewis,” a surprisingly strong and vibrant voice emanated from the broken body, “Have we come to an agreement?”
“Er, not quite,” Tremont admitted as he rushed back to the table, “We were just about to go over the contract.”
A subtle sigh from the billionairess, “I mis-timed my entrance.”
Andi chuckled as she returned to her seat. It earned her a small smile from the lady of the manor.
“You find me amusing?” Madame Zedecker twisted the joystick so her wheelchair swiveled to face Andi.