Lucy layed in a pool of her own blood. She had been darting in and out of the collection of old and destroyed buildings, hoping to spred out her scent. But with his sharpened senses it took him mere seconds to figure out her clever tacktic and find a loop hole. He lurked on the roof of the crumbling cathedral, looking down at the townwrecage.

You know I'll find you now your feet have given up

She could hear the gruff chuckle echo around her head along with his words. She shivered in fear. Her tacktic had thrown the dragonslayer off but not for as long as she hoped. Her left leg had been caught on a sharp piece of glass, and it had left a deep cut running down the side.

Don't worry Luce, I'm not gonna hurt ya

She knew he was lying

Yet

She held her breath when she heard a brick being kicked close by. The footsteps were starting to get louder as they echoed around her. Until they stopped and Lucy saw a dark figure looking towards her with glowing amber eyes. The allway she was trapped in was pich black and the only thing she could see other than the blood in front of her that she layed in, were the amber eyes becoming bigger and bigger.

A small whimper escaped her trembling lips as he gripped her fragile chin with his clawed hands. He smiled but not HIS smile, this one was screaming evil.

"You must be tired Luce"

He tutted looking straight into her terrified brown orbs.

"All that running around, so..."

He waved his hand in front of her and she suddenly felt drowsy. She dropped into his arms as he whispered in her ear.

"... here, how about you lay down sweetie?"