My Life isn't a Fairytale prt 28, a short story by J.Morgan. Date added: 2012-03-15. Times viewed: 481.
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I came from the darkness, feeling warm and comfortable. No dreams to speak of, but a sensation of being content, safe. It wasn’t until my mind was awake enough to feel the non-sheet material under my fingers that I was jolted into consciousness. I pushed up onto my hands to see Drake, asleep. Somehow he’d come while I slept and I had curled up onto his chest or he positioned me there. I couldn’t be sure.
I had never actually seen him sleep before, I almost expected him to revert to his Draconian form, but there he was, his newly grown black hair falling away from his perfect face, the subtle breaths making his chest rise, my fingers softened against his abdomen letting me feel the muscles that were under the material of his shirt. I relaxed against him leaning my head down to hear his heartbeat.
Its rhythm reminded me of Bull’s drums, or the constant beat of Ant’s base and Viper’s chords. I couldn’t stop the tears that came then, thinking of Sam and the guys, and how I would never see them again. It hit me finally, that I was going to be in this cage, surrounded by these people, forever. I was going to die here.
I clutched to Drake, because he was the only familiar thing I had, he was the only one that hadn’t gone away. Drake’s breathing deepened and his hand touched mine making me flinch back, an embarrassing whimper leaving my lips. Sitting up I saw him rise but instead of pulling away he drew me towards him gently, and I let him. I cursed myself for it, but I needed him.
His warmth covered me like a blanket, only flickers of rational thought made it through the numbness. I tilted my head upwards to look at him, and as I did his lips brushed my ear. Our eyes locked as his thumb came up to wipe away a few tears making my breathing catch. A sudden urge to get closer overwhelmed the need to pull away. It was as if he knew what I was thinking and leaned down, our lips touching. I’d forgotten how soft and perfect his touch could be, or how it made me feel. My body was tired, but it still reacted with a shot of heat and adrenaline. The soft bed under us gave way, I moved up and straddled him as he sat, his tongue invading my mouth, his fingers gripping me, possessing me.
It was the most intense emotion I had ever felt, it was like trying to fight a giant with a stick. I didn’t try to fight it either, even as he released my lips, his kisses moving to my neck and his hands roaming my body, I just reveled in the heat. It wasn’t until a quiet moan left my lips that I realized what was happening, or when a vibrating growl in his chest tickled my entire body, that I shot off the bed and away from him.
I stared at him, his eyes wide and his chest rising in deep breaths, he was so beautiful. The most exquisite creature on earth, I knew that. Somehow his shirt had come half undone letting his perfectly sculpted chest give him the appearance of a romance novel cover, even the look in his eyes. But this wasn’t what I wanted.
Okay, well part of me did. But was I going to give in to this, just because he was all I had? I knew I loved him, but I wasn’t going to let myself be with someone, who I could never have a future with. It would always be an uneven relationship, he would be above me and I would be his Kon. “What do you want from me?” I moaned painfully, trying to stop myself from going back to him.
He slid off the bed and stood up, but didn’t try to come closer. “Only what you’re willing to give.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, I hugged myself to try and stifle how vulnerable I felt. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. “Don’t do that.” I warned him. “Don’t stand there like that, and….be so perfect, saying the right things all the time. It isn’t fair!”
“Okay,” he sounded confused, “Well what do you want me to say?”
I looked away from him, “I don’t know. I just want for this…. to all be over. I don’t want to live like this.”
There must have been something in my voice when I said that because he asked dangerously, “What do you mean by that?” I looked up at him, his face was frozen in an intense, furious alarm and I wanted to run from it, but instead I looked away again. “Beth, please tell me what you mean by that.”
I was shocked, panicked, but the worst part was I was actually pondering his words. What did I mean? I tried to think, and I knew what he thought I meant by that. Did I seem so desperate? But then again, truthfully, the option had begun marking itself in the back of my mind. “I don’t know….I guess, I was thinking it would be better if I wasn’t around...” I found myself murmuring.
I don’t know what I was expecting, him to beg me to not say things like that, to hold me, try to make me feel better. But when nothing happened… when no explosion or grandiose display came, I glanced at him tentatively. What I saw was like a slap to the face. He was standing there, buttoning up his black dress shirt, a cold expression etched on his perfect face. It was like looking at a stranger, or to be more precise, I was looking at his father. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t think of anything to say.
It didn’t matter anyway because he turned to walk to the cage door. When he stopped I saw his shoulders rise as if he were taking a large breath. “If you want to try and convince yourself that your death would be for the best, then go ahead. But think about this. If you die, then so do I.” With that, he let out a hollow sounding roar and soon came guards, to unlock the door. I watched him go.
It had taken two hours of waiting and watching, to be sure. But the tall wide shouldered man wearing an off white suit walked out of the office building. Straightening my tie I walked out as well making sure not to seem like I had a care in the world. The most important thing about following someone, is to not look like you’re following him. Of course my target wasn’t some slouch, he glanced over his shoulder once and I knew he knew. I smirked tapping my pants pocket as my quarry turned into an alleyway. Perfect.
I followed, confidently strolling, focused and purposeful I stopped halfway through the long alleyway, seeing the he had stopped as well and turned. His green eyes were focused on me. “State your purpose,” the man said not even hinting that he was nervous. Why should he be, when he was ten times stronger than any human?
“My purpose, is to prove a point.”
Confusion was clear enough on his features. That is, until I raised my hand and a group of men came out of every nook and cranny; from behind me and behind him, off the fire escapes and from the windows of the office building. I know it seemed like overkill to my friend in the underground, but after prompting that it was necessary, he relented. It was amazing what men would do for money. And a Draconian was a gold mine. Not only were his scales perfect for healing and numerous amounts of youthful concoctions, but their organs and bones were also useful. I wasn’t sure how reliable the information I had found about the medicinal uses of a Dragon’s body bits was, but with how adamantly Drake had been against us going after his people, I would say it was good enough. Of course at the time all I was interested in was the money aspect. Now, it wasn’t about the money for me. I glanced to my side at Viper, who still seemed as skeptical as the men around us. They would all see soon enough.
“Obviously, you are all fools,” the man warned darkly, looking at everyone, but focusing on me.
“Perhaps, but there isn’t anywhere for you to run Draconian,” I smiled seeing his eyes narrow. “Yes I know what you are. I know you’re heading to the festival, I know many things. Just like I know you will not attend this year.”
The defiant glare he shot me gave me a rush of joy, satisfaction surpassing any of the sensations I felt with the women I bedded after Sienna’s murder. Then his glare turned to a smug smile that told me he’d realized something. I motioned to Viper to stay back, and watched as the man peeled his lips back, his roar echoing as he changed forms. At first I was nervous about the men around me, I wasn’t sure I could trust them not to run screaming, but most stood their ground and the few who backed up went back into place, as to not look like a coward in front of the others. I made a point to look at Viper as he stared, confounded and terrified, not that I could blame him. When Sienna showed me her true form the first time, I was anything but calm.
As expected the Draconian took off, his wings causing mighty gusts of wind to pick up the dirt and garbage sending it into the air. I looked up following his movements and yelled, “Now!” Unbeknownst to the scaly reptile, men were waiting on the rooftop and held Taser-guns. They shot them into the wings of the Draconian causing him to scream in pain. Draconians were hard to destroy, but if you knew their biology, you could take them down and with enough force and fire power, you could kill them. The men around us descended, guns fitted with silencers began to fire over and over into the stunned body. I stayed back with Viper and Anton Macabre, a contact of mine and the one who bought the Mythra dust from me in the past.
“I wouldn’t have believed it, if I hadn’t witnessed it with my own eyes,” Anton said pulling on the mustache that was long and limp against his olive skin. “And you say there are more of them?” His nearly black eyes considered me and I nodded breathing through my nose as the silenced bullets stopped.
“A few hundred, though like I said this has to be handled properly Anton,” I said gazing at Viper who was still watching as the members of Anton’s gang lifted the body of the Draconian and began wrapping it carefully, while cleaning up the blood. They were quite proficient at covering their tracks. “They’ll be all in one place, but we still have to be careful about this. They don’t want attention any more than you do, so even when we begin we shouldn’t have to worry too much about the authorities; though they have plenty of followers, human followers who will fight for them. If there are too many human deaths, then the authorities won’t look the other way.”
“Sam, you’ve done me a service on this one, I owe you, and don’t think that admitting that isn’t difficult for me.”
I nodded but I also knew I could trust Anton as far as I could throw the short Italian man. He was a good business man, shrewd and hardnosed, but if he thought my death would make him money, I would be dead.
After a few moments Viper and I were alone, walking towards our hotel. The moon was high tonight, half full and casting an eerie glow. The guitar player had been silent since this whole thing started, until I pulled out my cell that was on in my pocket. I checked it and turned it off, no need for any calls right now. “So…” Viper started quietly, as if he was unsure how to begin. “..Liz is surrounded by things like that…back there?” I grimaced and nodded. “Can we trust Anton? I mean, this plan of your, its risky.” I could hear the fear in his voice, vibrating each syllable.
I shrugged. “I trust Anton to do whatever makes him the most money. But for this he owes me enough to make sure that Beth is safe. For now, we keep our eyes and ears open.”
“And Drake, what about him?” Viper asked, “Do you think he will be a problem?”
Even though I could still recognize fear in his voice, I swore he was almost eager. I shook my head. “I’m not sure, this is his family, his people that we’re going to destroy.”
“And if he tries to stop us?”
I frowned. “Then we’ll take him down with the rest of them.”
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