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The Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Thursday, January 23rd – SeaTac International Airport, Washington “Now boarding Air Canada flight 343 to Vancouver, Canada,” the gate attendant announced. Fumi stood up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Today had been so long. She had nearly froze to death lying in the snow waiting for the Native American spirit Niqualmie to appear. Yukishojou-no-onsen, was her answer, a hot spring in her native Hokkaido, the northern most of the main islands of Japan. She had driven straight from Mount Rainier to SeaTac Airport and bought a ticket on the earliest flight that would get her to Hokkaido with her mother's credit card. She had a short flight to Vancouver, then a two-and-a-half layover, then the ten-and-a-half hour flight to Tokyo. After an even longer layover—nearly five hours—before she would catch a flight to Sapporo, Hokkaido. And then she would have to find the Hot Spring of the Snow Maiden. She was pleased with the name, finding it appropriate since she was a Yuki-onna—a snow woman. Fumi found her seat closing her eyes and falling asleep before the plane even took off. She dreamed of Kyle holding her and kissing her, together finally. Such a sweet dream and over all too soon when the flight attendant shook her shoulder, rousing her. “We'll be landing in a few minutes,” she told Fumi. Fumi wiped her eyes, and leaned back, yawning as the ...

... plane began its descent into Vancouver. She always hated this part. Her heart beat faster and her stomach felt like it was up in her throat. She pointedly did not look out the window as the plane descended. The tires squealed, the plane rushed to a stop, and relief flooded her. Her layover in Vancouver was boring. She wanted to go back to sleep, but was afraid she'd miss her connecting flight to Tokyo. It was a red eye flight that didn't leave until nearly midnight. She struggled to stay awake, to fight the fatigue that weighed down her body. But her eyes succumbed, and she slipped into sleep She dreamed of Fatima running from a great shadow, terror painted on her face. She seemed to be running in circles, pausing at the same point, thinking she had escaped the horror haunting her, only for the shadow to reappear and send her scurrying again. Then she witnessed Christy walking down a rainbow path surrounded by shimmering and wavering trees, clutching golden hope to her chest while a woman with hatred burning in her eyes waited for Christy to return at the start of the path . The dream changed to Kyle brooding at school, Aaliyah leaning against him, supporting him, while a shadowy man watched them both. Kyle's mother knelt at the shadow's dark feet, a knife at her throat. The dream shifted and she watched herself stumbling blind down a mountain path while a woman clothed in fire stalked her like a hungry wolf. Someone was shaking her and she snapped up. A handsome man smiled at ...