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with the energy here.   The Green felt like it was polluted.
    "Oh, fuck .   What have I done now?"
    I heard some sounds and spun around, trying to figure out where they were coming from.   A figure clothed in black came out of the trees to my left.   I turned to meet him head-on, holding Blackie out as a threat.
    "Well, this is a bit of a surprise," he said.
    "Spike!" I gasped out, relieved more than I could say to see and hear him in this dark place.   "Holy shit, what the hell is going on?" I asked, running to him and throwing my arms around his neck, careful to keep the dragon fang from touching him.
    "That is a question I would like to have answered as well."
    My blood froze.   I quickly pulled away from him, putting several steps between us.   "You're not Spike.   You're the demon."
    "I thought we had already gone over this and come to some conclusions," he said, sighing.
    "But ... but ... I thought ..."   I shook my head in confusion.
    He raised an eyebrow at me.   "You thought what?   That you'd use your elements to separate the wheat from the chaff?   Well, surprise, surprise, my darling," he said bitterly.   "I believe you have just come to the realization that you are part of the chaff and not the precious wheat .   Welcome to my world."
    He turned and began walking away from me.
    "But wait!" I yelled desperately after him.   "Where am I?"   I was afraid I knew the answer to my question, but I needed to hear the words from someone other than my own conscience.
    He didn't even turn to look at me.   He just shouted over his shoulder, "You're in the Underworld.   The place where you asked the elements to send all the bad fae ... am I right?"

CHAPTER SEVEN

    HIS WORDS HIT ME LIKE a ton of bricks, sinking my heart down into the farthest depths of my chest.   Fuck, fuck, and double fuck.   Triple fuck!   I'm a bad guy?!   I sent myself to the Underworld?!
    I fell to the ground, my body suddenly like a limp noodle, going numb at the idea that I'd essentially shot myself with my own gun.   "I have to be the dumbest, most inept elemental ever to walk the face of the earth," I said to no one in particular.   I sat there for what felt like a long time, unmoving, ruminating on my stupidity and wondering what I was going to do and how I might possibly find a way back.   I didn't even know if I would be allowed back.   It was probably fair to say that the elements weren't going to be all that crazy about resurrecting me.   That type of fiddling with the way of things sounded kind of against nature to me.   The awfulness of it made me cry.   For a while, the only thing I could hear was my own weeping, the pitiful sound waves easily swallowed up by the trees around me.
    I don't know how much later it happened, but a buzzing slowly came to my ears, making me both hopeful and afraid.   My crying took a back seat to curiosity, and I turned to face the noise, quickly brushing my tears away.
    "Well, that was one hell of a road trip, let me tell you," said Tim.   He landed on my shoulder.   "Good thing I'm awesomely awesome in the aerodynamics department.   A lesser pixie would have been squashed like a pancake against a tree for sure."   He walked across the back of my neck to reach my other shoulder.   "Hey ... where'd everybody go anyway?   This place is like a graveyard it's so quiet."   He leaned on the side of my head with his hand.   I could hear him biting his nails.
    I couldn't think of what to say.   I just kept my head still so I wouldn't throw him to the ground.   The poor guy didn't even know what he'd really been put through or where he actually was.   The least I could do was be gentle right now.
    "Hey, Lellamental ... I'm talking to you."   He stood back up and stepped over to my ear, grabbing it in his little hands and leaning in towards the opening.   "Yo, microphone check!   Check one!   Check two!   Check-a, check-a, boom-boom.   Can you hear me in there?"
    I reached up