Dragon's Bounty Chapter 3
::notes:: Yes I intend parts of this chapter to echo the last 2 chapters,
not from lack of new ideas, its to give you a feel of the universality of
I now wish I had named Drake- Syvan, isn't that a scrumptious name? Drake
supposed to reflect Drache like as in Draco, and all things dragon- like,
this is Dragon's Bounty for another reason. After this chapter I'd really
to hear how much you want of flashbacks, Who you like best and want more
time on? Can you tell this is my first fanfic?
:::::1978::: First Meetings, The setting of destiny
"I don't think you should go." Iris pouted on her sister's bed
Leilari's little black book. Her older sister was busy tossing clothes from
one pile on the floor to another, looking for 'just the right look'.
"Mom wouldn't approve," She continued.
Sigh. "Mom isn't going to find out."
She was getting so close to finding the book. Ever since she had
heard about it
from grandma, it had become her obsession. Long ago, lamia had stolen their
A book of spells that would make circle midnight green with envy, and witch
history that belonged WITH witches. With this in mind Leilari continued to
stuff her purse and jeans with pouches of herbs and other stuff used to
Iris sniffed disapprovingly, She saw spells as pointless, Astreans
spells! Mom was always nagging her older sister for disrespecting the
" The wrong kinds of people hang out at the Black Iris."
"The kind of low lifes that stole our family scrolls- The Shiva El
be there, Oren told me so!"
"Will you give it up already?" Iris was lighting a few candles. Her
older sister was always angry about something, that's why Gram. said she
would never have the family 'gift'. To use it you had to be calm,
As if sensing her thoughts, Leilari glared back green eyes darkening.
going to prove myself. I am NOT the black sheep of the family she
not really convinced, which only served to make her madder. If she got the
back, they would all have to admit that she was special, worthy of entry in
Astrea family history. She would be known as the avenger, the girl who
the Shiva El Drache back to its rightful place. No one would get between
and her goal. Her prize.
She picked up the phone
"Oren? You there? It's me. Yeah, could you tell me the party is, That club?
Huh." She wrote down the address. "Thanks."
When she failed to get a response, Iris tossed sparkly bellbottoms
"Thanks" The older girl said begrudgingly.
Silence continued until Leilari was literally dressed to kill.
"Don't get yourself killed okay? I don't want the job of older
said solemnly closing her eyes. "If you go tonight your life's course will
be made certain." She opened her eyes again.
"There you go, a foreseeing for you." Iris said Decisively.
"Success then" Leilari grabbed her purse and headed for the second
window, not risking the door. Dad would kill her if he knew she was going
to a club.
"Bye" She climbed down the piping and fell to the grassy side yard.
"See that witch over there? She's power."
"She's trouble." Drake Mornglori corrected, turned away from where
was pointing. Examining the red liquid in his glass. Really, wasn't that
"I heard she's practically engaged to a Harman."
"Ah, but not yet" Delphis grinned wagging a finger at his friend. "So
still fair game." He said getting up from his stool. The others in their
were pretty skeptical. After all Harmans were witch royalty. Who would
being a princess among your own for a guy who wasn't even a Redfern?
Drake glared at his brothers retreating back, the arrogant, prissy... and a
other choice words not politely uttered. He always thought he could charm
way into anyone's bed. Just cause he was eldest, and the holder of the
The witch in question was tall, curvy with willow hair and grace. His
sight said leaf green eyes were between those dark lashes... Definitely
"What's your name sweetheart?" Dephis used his golden smile to best
putting his arm around her shoulder, or trying to. She moved before his arm
touched hers, turning to face him. A surprise, most girls here had little
wit indeed. A catch truly.
She glared at him, and then smiled silkily.
"You are Delphis Mornglori aren't you?"
He leaned in. "A fan?"
She edged away. " You're what? 500? I have this thing against guys older
than my great grandparents, the whole generation gap thing."
He frowned "Some women appreciate the... experience."
~And you are?~ he was getting annoyed.
"Astrea...ah, the fore seers." he said placing the name.
"We're not some seers!" She protested.
"What will you have? drinks on me."
After they had their drinks, she tried to remedy the situation.
"You look like a man of power, are you?" flirting.
Delphis was confused by the mixed signals the girl was giving him. Red
light fell onto his face from the dance floor.
"I Am." he confided leaning in.
"And what would the source of such power be?" She said, trying to get
him to confirm what Oren told her. He looked suspicious then, and she
regretted pushing her luck. "Besides your personality." This game of black
widow and grasshopper had to be down carefully. With the patience she did
not yet possess.
"Answer me this, How did you know who I am?" he threw back
Don't mention the book! Her mind nagged.
"Rumors- of lamia with 'shifter skills catches a girls interest." She
evenly with the right amount of flirtation.
His eyes narrowed "Some would call us 'tainted'" testing her.
"I wouldn't!" She responded. Was she too quick to answer?
He raised an aristocratic eyebrow.
"Oh? And why's that?"
He wanted proof. This had to be handled carefully, not giving away her own
"Hybrids take the best of both worlds, a lamia's.... endurance and
speed, with a
Shifters ability to.... transform... use their baser instincts... and what
wouldn't be satisfied?" Plenty of innuendoes laced her carefully phrased
response. If he thought she was interested, maybe he was willing to share
His crafty self-satisfied smile told her she had hit her mark.
He led her over to his table where his group of lackeys were waiting. She
allowed him to put his arm around her shoulders. The lackeys were
unimportant, but another lamia held himself similarly to Delphis and had
his same golden looks, he must be a relative. His intense glare made her
nervous though. It was as if he could see past her illusions, past
everything she was. Dangerous. He would be an obstacle. The others looked
so self centered that she doubted they
could see past their noses to see what was really going on.
"Look what I found boys."
"The seer who can't?" a red-haired lamia smirked. This one, if he
would blab it quick.
She turned back to her host. "You're friends?"
Everyone at the table was under his employ, the shifters looked dangerous.
this a sign of wealth to try and impress her? The Apollo was his much
younger brother Drake. It was hard not to stare at his perfect classical
sculpted self. He was good looking? So what? A lot of vampires were. Don't
get distracted girl!
Delphis was soon taken off with some girl he knew, off to the dance floor.
One of his regular 'ladies'.
It was a perfect opportunity to casually drug everyone's drinks. The
looked very drunk. Drake didn't drink anything she could get near. Always
reordering his drinks. A sly one. If the Mornglori clan had stolen the
Shiva El Drache so many years ago, and if Delphis was out of reach... maybe
she could still weasel out some information out of Mr. Brooding. If she
could even get him to open up to her, so far he was acting like she had
some fatal contagious disease!
How was tonight supposed to 'set her destiny' as Iris had said if she
even get that much information out of them? She didn't feel like playing
easy girl to this guy. Somehow the very thought made her feel dirty.
She got up from her pointless conversation with Mr. Stoic, putting
back on her
"I'd like to say it's been fun or something... but it hasn't."
Could he stop staring at her? Please? Oren Harman would beat this guy's
into his rather attractive bum for looking at her that way. Which would be
rather nice show of emotion from her boyfriend.
His eyes bored into her back, analyzing. "You hate my brother don't you?"
She froze and turned around carefully.
~So what are you trying to get out of him?~
Goddess! If he knew, she was soo dead. Was that her destiny? To fail
doing any damage?
"And if I am?" She asked cautiously
"I'll help you, really. If you had any brains you would have stuck to
instead of mooning over him." Drake smirked.
Her stomach dropped into her feet when he said that. She hadn't expected it
at all. And something else entirely. She may not have been a seer like the
her family, but this she could feel. As if she could hear her sister
"Oh? And Why's that?"
He smiled in that self-assured way his brother had, his lips looking
What an unsuspecting witch, he could see her glowing blue veins. He
that they held very sweet tasting blood. He did what was instinctive to him
in such situations, casual seduction.
He reached out his hand to take hers. To kiss it and look in her eyes with
brooding bad boy charm. Only it didn't quite work out that way.
He did pull her towards him, with the purpose of kissing her hand, but all
thoughts, original intentions evaporated at the skin-to-skin contact.
He felt an electrical shock pulse through him. His arms pulled her closer
to him. He would have thought it a witch trick, except her eyes for once
were real, devoid of illusion, of guile. For the short time he had known
her, he already instinctively knew how she operated. It wasn't a trick.
Then there was only one other option.
As one they uttered the famous three-word phrase---
" What the hell?" in the same amazed tone.
What were you expecting? I love you? They just met!
Breath became labored, rough.
This can't be right, he thought. He shoved the little logical voice in his
head that told him exactly what was going on and the significance of it. He
didn't WANT to know. Multi-hued lights shaded their bodies making
everything seem far off, unreal. Their minds were off in La la land. AkA
where all pairs of silver cord bound people go. And she was seeing the
reflection of herself. Someone who struggled to prove them self. Who saw
failure as worse than fatal. To whom
power and it's pursuit was life. It was too much.
She pulled away, hoping no one had seen.
"Maybe we should talk about this outside?" She suggested. Afraid to
help would be this easy. He nodded, careful not to touch her again, but
her through the crowds to get out of the popular nightclub.
His car was warm...even if he appeared not to be.
"Why would you want to help me?" she said trying to ignore what
when they touched.
"He has something I want."
"The Shiva El Drache?"
He looked surprised. "You know about it. Then you aren't some small
made it sound like that was a compliment to himself.
"We're on the same side."
"The other half of the other." he purred.
She glanced back at him, they hadn't discussed it yet. Please don't
word. She didn't want to think about what this meant to her plans, and to
the feel of his lips on her hand, or the urge to knock him down right here
now and get a more personal knowledge of those lips. She felt herself
losing personal control.
He just stared at her when she didn't respond.
" Can you please just drive me home now?" her voice held desperation.
"Fine," He said starting the sports car. He would get his chance
later. He had
an eternity of patience. " But it won't change anything Leilari Astrea."
The ride home was pretty quiet except when he kept glancing over at her.
"What?!" She asked at one of the stoplights, none too friendly.
"Nothing." He turned back grinning.
When they reached her home, she looked at it with more gratitude than
~I'll see you tomorrow~ he stated, not asking for permission.
She didn't answer but instead ran up to her porch, seeking refuge in her
"Where have you been Young Lady?"
She was too tired to argue.
Iris grinned at her sister, following her up the stairs.
"Did you meet Prince Charming?"
Leilari stopped in front of her door at that.
"Charm is an overrated attribute. Keep your stupid prophesies to
voice broke over the last part. Locking her door, she fell on her bed
exhausted, not wanting to think. She mumbled. "I shouldn't have gone."
Her family exchanged glances downstairs. "What's with her?"
End chapter 3.
Chapter 4 will still be in 1978. I live off of comments. They are the air