Dedicated to @food_over_feelings because she left pretty much over a hundred comments on this chapter. Loyalty and dedication gets rewarded :) So I believe that she deserved this dedication.

"I'm going home and I will just heat up something.  No dragons."- Harlynn Pierce

Chapter VI

I looked at the sketch I had just drawn, staring at it absently. My hand aching only slightly from the constant pressure I put on the paper.

While my hand had moved across the surface of the paper, my mind ran wild with everything I had heard today and countless possibilities. I remembered that when I first encountered him, I was shocked with the amount of hatred burning deep within his very soul. Something has been consuming him from the inside and he seemed so... lost and lonely. As if he forgot who he was a very long time ago.

Maybe he actually is centuries old, my subconsciousness added with a knowing smirk. That's one problem solved, she added.

I recalled how those very emotions ran too deep to come from such a young man, how it seemed to be the hatred of countless centuries. Centuries full of loneliness I couldn't even begin to imagine. Maybe if one lived so long, it couldn't be avoided. But somewhere deep down, I wanted to help this creature who clearly went through too much already.

"A century old being, possibly even immortal," I muttered under my breath. Among some of the things I had heard today, that seemed the most ordinary. I laughed a bit about the craziness of this all to myself. There was no way I could even discuss this with Ana and Alec. They probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

At least, not without solid proof, my subconsciousness offered. I immediately dismissed the idea. I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't dragging my friends into this mess.

There was one thing which did not made fully sense to me though... why did we keep running into each other? First on the streets, and then at the café.

Even my subconsciousness kept quiet about that.

"Let's just hope that this lunar eclipse will reveal more about this Mr. Mysterious," I muttered under my breath, staring down at the drawing I had made of him not too long ago. I pointed my finger at his face, "I will figure you out, you hear me? That's a promise," I told the drawing firmly.

I closed my sketchbook and stood up, stretching my arms above my head. I glanced at the clock which was hung on the ceiling, to see it was already past six.

I blinked my eyes in slight confusion. Did that much time pass already? In thought to myself perplexed. Time for food then.

Leaving my room and the journal behind me, I almost glided down the stairs to reach the kitchen. Ghost could be heard meowing loudly from the kitchen, which I knew he only did when he grew impatient with his food.

Just as expected, Ghost was seated on the tiled floor of my kitchen, his empty bowl in front of him. He looked rather annoyed. When his mismatched green eyes fell on me, he meowed loudly, almost like an annoyed whine. "I know, bud. You're hungry," I said.

I stood on my tiptoes and opened the wooden cupboards and took out the cat food, grabbing Ghost's bowl from the floor in the progress. I filled it with the rather expensive cat food – what can I say? Ghost is a spoiled jerk – and placed the bowl in front of the noisily meowing cat. "You can shut up now," I said with my hands on my hips, "you have your food."

Ghost totally ignored me and instead started eating his food.

I stared down at the cat. "I'll go out to get some food for myself. Chicken nuggets and fries at KFC," I said, Ghost looked up with large, hopeful eyes. "And you mister, are not getting any." Ghost meowed loudly in protest, but now it was my time to ignore him. "You're not getting any chicken!"

It was not crucial to go out for dinner. I still had food left in my fridge, but I just did not felt like cooking and I really wanted some chicken nuggets...

Leaving Ghost behind, I went up towards my room once more to pick up my bag. I grabbed the bag from my bag and looked at the journal for a while. I picked it carefully up and hid it underneath my pillow. "This will do for now," I muttered, leaving the room once more. I grabbed a grey beanie and my favorite scarf from where I left them the last time, and after putting them on I left the warmth of my home to face the colds of winter.

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"Why did I even thought it was a good idea to walk?" I cursed under my breath. I can be such an idiot at times. I put my hands in the pockets of my thick jacket, pulling up my shoulders and hiding my face further into the little warmth my scarf provided. "I hate the cold."

KFC was not too far away, roughly fifteen minutes, but it was still cold outside. And the wind was harsher than I expected it to be. Well, at least I was still smart enough to bring a beanie and scarf with me, I thought, trying my best to stay positive.

I looked up at the cloudy sky and watched how the clouds darkened above my head. A lightning bolt struck down in the distance, the sky roaring not even twenty seconds later. "Great," I muttered, sarcasm lacing my tone. "This is just great." I should have stayed home.

What I saw next made me stop dead in my tracks though. I stared up in horror at the darkening sky above me. Heavy rain fell down from the obscuring sky, but I seemed not to notice it. I was too busy with even comprehending what I saw.

A grand shadow darkened the sky. Large leather wings beating through the air like roaring thunder. A monstrous, lizard-like creature soared between the thunderclouds. Occasionally, its scaled skin lighted up with swirling symbols and lightning bolts radiated off the creature's wings and gaping mouth, striking down to the earth below. "You got to be kidding me," I gawked up at the sky. The creature was far away from me, but I could still see it. I could hear the beating of its powerful wings and the roaring of the thunder it created.

"Dragon," I muttered, recognizing the mythical creature from the numerous movies I watched and the many books they made an appearance in. "A lightning dragon," I noted to myself. I recollected reading about them in Christopher's journal.

Apparently, those dragon species were responsible for creating thunderstorms and storm outages across the globe. They were very territorial beings and did not tolerate other dragons within the grounds they lived on, which could span for more than a hundred miles.

They served directly under the Alpha and created thunderstorms to scare away other dragons.

The lightning dragon roared once more and another dragon appeared from within the lightning clouds. This one falling from the sky like a comet, glad in furious flames that still burned in the heavy rain.

I watched on in horror – and slight fascination – how fire and lightning clashed together high above the city of New York. Whenever the dragons met in a clash of fangs and either lightning or flame, a trembling went through the air. I staggered on my feet and took a few steps back.

Whatever little doubt I still had about the existence about supernatural creatures, was completely gone now upon seeing the two titans fight it out above the skies of New York.

The dragons circled around each other; shooting lightning bolts and flamethrowers at their opponent. I glanced at the few other people who were walking the streets, most of them hurried back into the warmth of their homes or the shops and restaurants lining the street.

None of them seemed to be able to see the dragons though.

"Never mind the chicken," I muttered under my breath, turning around and speed-walking away from the advancing dragons who were circling each other and coming closer. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I really did not felt like bringing too much attention to myself. That, and maybe if I started running and panicking the dragons would notice me and attack me instead, because I could see them... I don't even know anymore. "I'm going home and I will just heat up something. No dragons."

The streetlights started to flicker before they exploded into a shower of light. A shriek of shock escaped past my mouth. By now, I was the only human in the area left, everyone else was either in a café or their own home.

A dragon roared up close. My head shot around, just on time to see one of the dragons hurled my way. My eyes widened in shock and I jumped away, hiding behind a dumpster. I stared at the gigantic black-scaled monster in shock. It was the fire dragon.

The dragon stood up on its hind legs and shook his triangle-shaped head, smoke escaping from its nostrils. I slowly crept backwards on my hands and knees, my eyes never leaving the creature who was only supposed to exist in fairy tales.

A branch snapped underneath my hand and the dragon's head shot my way. Yellow-slitted eyes staring straight into my own and the dragon crept closer. I paled. Oh shit. I racked my brain about what I knew about dragons, or what I have read about them in Christopher's journal.

The only way to kill a dragon is with a blade made from a dragon fang and forged in a dragon's breath. Not exactly something I can just create out of thin air, I thought sarcastically to myself. Slowly I crept further away from the dragon, not leaving the monster out of my eyes. Its hind legs had thick cores of muscles covered with black and deep brown scales and its feet ended in pitch-black claws thicker and longer than my upper leg. Spikes covered its long back and a long, thin tail swiped the air behind the monster, taking down a tree in the progress. Instead of front legs, it had large and powerful bat-like wings, three claws extending from the thumbs.

Dark red blood dripped from the dragon to the ground. My eyes fell on a deep wound in its neck, undoubtedly done by the other dragon.

The dragon opened its mouth; showing off a set of long and sharp fangs, the smallest teeth still being as tall as my underarm. The dragon breathed in air and I got a bad feeling. I stood up and faced the dragon, lightly bending my knees to jump away when the time came. The dragon's head shot forward and it blew steam out of its mouth, which was soon set ablaze and a column of fire ferociously raged my way.

Taking advantage of the adrenaline pulsing through my veins like a wildfire; I half-jumped, half-ran away from the advancing flames. My scarf caught on fire and I did not hesitate a moment to rip it away from my neck and to throw it on the ground. The dragon snorted in irritation before opening its maul again, breathing in air once more.

Crap, another fire attack, I cursed to myself. I was lucky enough to avoid the first attack with only the loss of my favorite scarf, I was not sure if I would be lucky enough the next time.

Right when the dragon opened its mouth, the other dragon shot down from the sky with a devastating roar, powerful enough to rip the closest trees out of the ground. I fell backwards on my butt and watched how the lightning dragon opened its own maul and roasted the fire dragon in lighting which blinded my eyes.

When the light subsided, I looked up. The much larger lightning dragon stood atop the now dead flame dragon, the claws of its hind legs dug deep into the other dragon. The monsters maul was still opened and its electric blue eyes stared down at the burned dragon.

I took a small step backwards and the dragon looked my way. Please be a nice dragon, I almost begged mentally. Compared to the other dragon, the lightning dragon's scales were a royal blue. Lightning cracked down from its wings and the dragon stretched its neck closer, tilting its large head to the side and examining me like I was a strange bug suddenly appearing in front of him.

The dragon's nose was close enough for me to almost touch. Hot air blew out of its nostrils and a growl was heard deep inside its throat. Electric blue eyes widened before the dragon roared and its wings shot forward, pressing me to the ground with its clawed thumbs.

"Fafnir!" A deep voice bellowed. The dragon's head shot up towards the sound. Its blue eyes looked at something in the shadows while it slowly removed me from its hold, its eyes never leaving whoever stood in the shadows. When I was completely released, the dragon – Fafnir – stepped further away from me.

I sat up and stared at the retreating dragon in shock. I watched how the dragon lowered his grand head and bowed down in deep respect, before spreading his wings and jumping high into the air, soaring away and disappearing among the thunderclouds.

Slowly I turned around and looked at my unexpected savior. Whatever he was, he was rather humanoid in appearance; if it weren't for the glowing red eyes and the grand black-feathered wings. His clawed hands were clad in luminous blue flames as well.

I stood up, my eyes not leaving the creature standing before me. His red eyes following my every movement, there was something almost cat-like about his stance. He stood still and unblinking within the shadows. "Uhm," I said, clearing my throat. The creature tilted his head to the side in what almost looked like curiosity. "Thank you," I added, "for calling that dragon away."

A lightning dragon only obeyed the Alpha, according to the journal at least. So that must mean that the creature in front of me was the infamous Alpha of New York my grandparents told me about. John would freak if he knew.

Shaking his head in disbelief - for me thanking him? - the Alpha stepped further within the shadows, away from me.

Grand black wings spread wide and the Alpha pushed himself away from the ground in a powerful gust of wind which blew me off my feet and slammed me against the closest wall.

I sat down on the ground, rubbing my sore temples for a while before I looked up.

The Alpha was gone. My eyes scanned the darkening sky, but I couldn't spot him anywhere.

"What has become of my life?" I muttered, looking at the sky stretching above my head. A familiar scent suddenly washed over me.

Burning wood.

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My head slammed against a door and I looked up in bewilderment, rubbing my slightly sore head. Without even realizing it myself, I had walked back home and straight into my front door. "At least I did not run into another dragon," I muttered to myself, unlocking the door and going inside. Now I'm absolutely staying inside, I thought firmly to myself. Enough supernatural beings for one day.

"Ghost! I'm back!" I called out. Not even ten seconds later, the large cat strutted around the corner and went up to me. He rubbed his furry head against my leg and looked up at me with questionable eyes. 'Where is the chicken?' He seemed to say.

"There's no chicken," I said. "You will never believe this, bud," I whispered, kneeling and rubbing his head. Ghost purred loudly. "But I got attacked by two dragons. So chicken is the last thing on my mind. Or any food for that matter."

The purring stopped and Ghost pulled back, looking at me with alarming wide eyes. "Don't worry, I'm fine," I reassured the cat. "I was saved."

Tilting his head to the side, the cat kept looking at me. "I don't know what he was though... but he saved my life," I whispered. I recalled how he fled away when I had thanked him and frowned about the weird behavior. Has nobody ever thanked him before?

Ghost meowed loudly and started pawing my head with his paws. "Hey!" I yelled, pushing the cat away from me. "Don't be so worried, you worrywart," I said firmly. "I'm fine, I will life."

I glared at the cat. "I'm going to finish editing those damned horror books tonight. It needs to be done by tomorrow," I said. "Just do your cat-thing and please don't disturb me, okay?" Ghost made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat and walked away, curling up on the white couch I had in the living room. I left the living room and kitchen behind me and went up towards my room, rubbing my temple along the way.

My hand hovered over my door handle, when a nauseating feeling washed over me. The hairs on my arms stood up straight and my breath started forming clouds. Hell no, I firmly thought. I sprinted away from the door and went to grab my gun.
                   
I held the small gun in my hands and stared down at it. "From now on," I promised, "I'm going nowhere without my gun." You should stock up on silver bullets and rock salt, my subconsciousness added. And holy water while you're at it anyway.

I nodded to myself, already making plans on getting extra salt when I must do the groceries again. "I guess I can get silver bullets and holy water at my grandparents," I muttered while going back upstairs. I had no idea what could possibly be in my room, but I did not felt like going inside without any means to protect myself.

The journal was inside too and I could not afford to lose it. "Remember, if it bleeds you can kill it," I said, hoping to calm myself down some more.

Back at my door, I pulled the trigger of the gun and hovered my hand above the handle once more. I slammed the door open and jumped inside, pointing up the gun. Just to see nothing.

Lowering the gun only slightly, my mismatched green eyes scanned the area. My eyes fell on a package that was neatly placed on my bed. My eyebrows furrowed completely and I took a cautious step closer. My eyes not leaving the package wrapped in black paper, I went over to my cushion and lifted it up. The journal was still there.

Relieved that the journal was save, I focused my attention on the package. It was placed at the foot of my bed and I carefully stepped closer. It was wrapped in shiny black paper, a black lint wrapped around it. Something else caught my eye though.

A single black feather was placed on top of the package.

I lightly gasped and picked up the feather in amazement. It was nearly as tall as my entire arm and soft as satin. I went up towards my bureau and held the feather underneath my lamp. Where the light reflected, royal blue highlights could be seen; shimmering in the light. The dark shade of black put even the darkest nights to shame and the blue glow added something majestic to it. "This must belong to the Alpha," I realized, recalling his grand black wings.

Placing the feather on my bureau, I went towards the package – which the Alpha must have left here. I sat down in front of the package and stared at it, feeling slightly nervous. I shuffled backwards and poked it with my feet. Nothing happened.

Feeling that it might be save enough, I carefully removed the black lint. I placed it next to the package and took the paper away, revealing a simple wooden box. There were no decorations or whatever. It was literally just a box.

Shrugging my shoulders, I opened the box. A grey scarf and a note were inside the box.

I took out the scarf with a frown and my eyes widened when I recognized it. It was the scarf that was burned to ashes by the flame dragon. My favorite scarf. "Did he... seriously went through the trouble to fix my scarf?" I asked aloud in slight disbelief.

I picked up the note next. It was a small piece of paper which seems to have been ripped out of a note book. A few sentences were written on it in a neat cursive handwriting; no name or whatever. The note read the following.
                   

Be more careful the next time.

You might just lose more than your precious scarf.

If you're smart you will stay away from now on, or leave town.

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The new chapter is up, my little demons! I hope it satisfied you somewhat, for the first mythological being made an appearance! (Let's just not count 'Mr. Mysterious' in kitten-form) Dragons. It are dragons! And of course, the infamous Alpha graced us with his majestic presence ;) I guess you all already know who it is though haha

The credit for the artwork used during this chapter is not mine, rights go to the respective owner - if you know who the artist is please let me know so I can properly credit them.

The video at the top is the official music video for 'We Don't Have To Dance' by none other than Andy himself. Just watch it and marvel over him XD

And in case you were wondering, Harlynn has yet to piece together that 'Mr. Mysterious' is the Alpha. Just keep in mind that when he appeared before her with his wings, that he was smart enough to cloud his features in darkness so she couldn't see his face. She also knows him with dark blue eyes, not red. Be a bit more patient :)

What did you thought of the chapter? Opinions on the dragons? Luce calling back the lightning dragon and returning Harlynn's scarf? What about the note he left her; think it has any hidden meaning? (for those who haven't figured it out, literally the last three sentences of the chapter are the note) What do you think is going to happen in the next chapter(s)? What about Ana and Alec, where have they been all this time?! ;) And what do you think of Ghost, he does not exactly seems like a normal cat, now does he? Just let me know what you think!

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Until the next time! Hugs and knives,

- Luci

Ps. What's your opinion about me doing a chapter in Lucifer's POV once in a while? (Not next chapter! But eventually)

Pps. Thank you for the almost 300 reads so far!