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My Hidden Knight

Chapter 2: The Date And the Bullet

The four o'clock bell rings and my heart turns into a freight train, pounding faster and faster, I swear it's going to blow! I scurry past fellow students, heading for the bus-loading loop. My ears pick up little conversations here and there, and talk of Rogen and I have already circulated through the school like a swarm of locust. I'm kind of embarrassed to be honest, but I keep moving, my black skirt and chains fluttering gently. My stockings actually tear a little at the seam from my over-exertion in my calves, and it feels like my near boyish chest is growing into double d's! I'm all but panting by the time I reach the loading zone, looking around, it doesn't take long to see that handsome reptile standing with the cool kids near number forty-two.

I scamper over shyly, biting my lip a little, "Uh... Rogen?" I try to intrude into the group only to find an invisible barrier keeping my feet from going further. I notice his ear twitch, and her turns to me with a gentle smile. God he was gorgeous. "Oh, hey Yena." He replies. As he does everyone turns to me, looking at me with confusion as well as spite, as if saying I didn't belong there, and with all reason against me, I shouldn't have been there. I swallow hard and look up once again at the handsome dragon, "You... wanna... ya know, go to my bus?" I ask in a squeaky, quiet, voice. He gives a small chuckle, nodding, "Sure." He replies smoothly. His hoody seemed to blow with an imaginary breeze as he started toward me, his hands in the single tube pocket. I turn a little, and start off, swallowing hard as I head to my bus. Thankfully my bus is a good distance from his clique and I can finally relax some. I turn around and offer him first step onto my crummy people mover. He chuckles and boards it, giving me a nice view of his lovely rump. God I'm perverted.

I come along after him, following him back to a seat of his choosing. He slides into one near the back. I can only stand there though, eyes wide, I would be sitting with Rogen. I would be sitting next to this heartthrob for twenty minutes, without space restraints. I come back to reality, noticing Rogen is looking up at me with a slight grin, "Are you just gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna sit?" He asked, laughing gently. I squeak and quickly slide in, accidentally bumping him, "Oh, s-sorry!" I squeak out, blushing some, he only chuckles as he brings his inside arm up and rests his elbow on the top of the bus seat turning a bit to face me. "So, whatdya do when you're not at school?" He asks me. I look down a bit, "S-study... or read..." I say a bit ashamed. Rogen raises a brow, smirking a bit. "Don't tell me, everyone teases you cause of that, don't they?" He asks, I'm assuming it's rhetorical. "You know, you can hang out with me if you want. My friends only see you the way they do because they don't know you." He pauses, using his propped up arm to pull my raven hair back behind my wide ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You seem really nice Yena..." He continues, "I hate to see you such an outcast that you are. You're smart, nice, and I personally think you're absolutely adorable." As he talks, all I can do is scream in my head, 'Could you just say it, say you want to love me, say you'll carry me to a bed and snuggle, something!' I finally let out a breath, looking up nervously, my eyes wet, "Something wrong?" He asks, leaning down to me. "N-no, I'm fine, really!" I exclaim, smiling to cover up the ecstasy I felt. He chuckles, and turns his eyes up, something catching his attention. They suddenly widen and I feel a push on my side, then a form holding me as I hear glass shatter above. I open my eyes; Rogen is holding me down, his large arms wrapped around my petite form. Needless to say, I felt like a twig then. I look around, the back of the seat in front of our own is stained red, as well as our entire area. I tilt my head back, my eyes widening. Another kid has his head tilted back like mine, mouth agape, eyes wide. The only thing different is that his head is bleeding, and well, it has a large hole in it.

I hear a car speed off, but don't really care, my eyes are fixated on this dead youth, and shock is constricting me. "Yena!" I hear, Rogen is propped up on both arms, staring down at me in a panic, "Yena, are you ok?" He asks, his own eyes holding worry. I gulp and nod slowly. He sighs, bowing his head a little, looking up, "Damn it." He crawls over me gently, and kneels down next to the dead boy from the seat next to us. I recognized him as Cameron, didn't know him personally. I suddenly feel nauseous, "R-Rogen..." I say as I watch my world spin some. At this point I realize my body isn't moving the bus has stopped. I turn to where Rogen had been sitting and let loose the bile that had forced its way from my stomach.

I pant and sit back up, leaning back against the seat. I gasp, quickly getting up and out of the seat, seeing all the blood, I just want to lose it again. I quickly turn away, wrapping my arms about myself, shivering. The bus driver has called dispatch; they have police on the way. I feel a set of arms wrap around my small form, as well as a head resting atop my own. "I'm sorry..." came the rather over soothing words of Rogen. I feel dizzy again and I think I'm going hurl. Everything goes black.

I snap up in bed, panting deeply. My eyes scan the room before me, it's not mine, and it's my parents'! I look around as I pant, reaching for my dad's nightstand, finding my glasses and slipping them on. The room is empty. I begin to relax; they must still be out of town then. Then it hits me, "Why am I in their room?" I shuffle a bit to the edge of the bed; during this process I notice my school clothes are still on, exception of my shoes. I stand and head for the door, opening it and hitting up the kitchen. I start to hear a faint noise, and it's coming from the living room. I walk in, and gasp, seeing a relaxing red dragon there. Rogen looks up, smiling, "Oh good, you're awake!" He exclaimed, quickly getting up and walking to me. "I was worried, so I snuck us off the bus and to your place. I found your key under the pot. I guess your folks are out?" I nod, "H-how... did you know where I lived?" I asked. His head reared back a bit, and he averts his eyes to the wall, "I... heard it from a friend." He said, smiling as his gaze returned to me.

"Rogen..." I start, "Yes?" I swallow, blushing and looking down, "D-do you stalk me?" I ask. I was awarded a bellowing laugh, "No! I'm not weird like that!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms and leaning against the couch, "And I'm sorry... for taking off your shoes... I... didn't ya know, peek at you or anything." He says back, smiling softly. I blush further, whipping around with embarrassment, swallowing hard. I felt so vulnerable, I mean, he said he hadn't but what if he had wanted to? Should I offer? Or is that too soon? Oh my god, what do I do!? I take a deep breath and turn around, "Sorry Yena... do you want me to go?" He asks, a frown on his face, worry was scribbled on his face like a child trying to color within the lines.

I quickly shake my head, taking a step closer, "No! It's fine. Really it's fine." I smile a little, feeling the shyness returning, "I... still need to help you with your work anyway, don't I?" I almost plead out. His lips curve back into a smile and a nod to follow, "True. But why don't we try to relax, I mean, you know, after all the crap this afternoon. Come on, this show is kind of interesting." He walks to the front of the couch and plops down. I blush a little, and follow, plopping down on the floor instead, causing the dragon to raise a brow, "I don't like that couch very much, too springy." I explain with a smile, turning back to the T.V. As the time passes, I begin feeling slightly drowsy, which makes no sense because I just took a nap. I soon realize I'm leaning on the couch between Rogen's legs. I close my eyes a moment and I'm not in his lap, his cheek at my neck, a shiver running down my spine. "Yena..." I hear Rogen's voice calling me, but it sounds so distant, "Yena, are you awake?" I nod slightly, "Alright... Yena?" I turn slightly, "Hmmmm?" I groan out.

I suddenly feel warmth on my lips, and my eyes open slightly, Rogen's kissing me. Tick tock, tick tock. My eyes snap open, and I pull away, panting heavily, looking first at the ground, then back up at Rogen who looks a bit scared as well as sorry, "Yena-I..." he stammered a moment. All I can do is watch a moment, speechless, "R-Rogen..." I manage to spit out, "Yes?" He asks anxiously. "Y-you... like... me?" I ask. He smiles softly, raising a hand to the back of his head, "Y-yeah. I do, I have for a while." He assures. I swallow and lean back against the couch arm, the pressure of the couch quickly changes. I find the dragon atop me, arms on either side, propping himself up, just like on the bus. He leans down, closing his eyes, causing mine to do the same, and our lips meet again, I feel like my body is floating on a cloud.

We part for a breath and I notice he's smiling down at me, reaching up and brushing my hair back. I look up with wide eyes, "Rogen... why me?" I ask, he tilts his head, "Why not you?" He replies, smiling wide, "You look great in those stockings by the way." He added, winking, causing me to flush deeply and gulp. He settles back down, "Yena... I... I know it probably isn't my place right now." He says, biting his lip, "Do you mind if I go a little further? I'll stop if you so much as flinch or peep a word." He assures. No, this isn't where I die, but I swear I wasn't far from death's door. I pant heavily and nod, "I-if you want." He seems to get a sudden burst of energy as he sits up and rips off his hoody and t-shirt underneath. I gasp in response, looking over his rather toned scaly form my eyes grew wide, not noticing him leaning back down and pressing his lips back to mine.

My words are lost and so are my thoughts as I soon find myself going black. I can feel his claws gently unbuttoning my skintight top, then a questioning voice calling out to me. I groan, my heart is thumping and I can feel a figure below me. I open my eyes slowly, looking around; I'm in my room now. I look down, seeing a large red arm under me, and then I look up to find the matching arm around my form. I squeak, quietly, and try to shimmy along out of the grasp, my heart pounding. What had happened after I passed out? WHY had I passed out? I hear the A/C kick on and the vent above blows against me, it is then that I realize my top is missing. I squeak again, and quickly wrap my arms around my still bra covered body, quickly hiding under the blankets again. Rogen is fast asleep, but...

I quickly reach down under my skirt, feeling, yes, my panties remained. I blush a little, wondering what an idiot I'd look like if Rogen somehow found me in this position. I look up, red eyes peering over the topless ripped form of a God. I can't help it. I quickly shimmy back up into him, gently draping my fragile little arm over his large waist, swallowing and nuzzling my head into him. I close my eyes, blackness consumes me, the world is closing, my body is going numb, and the sandman carries me away.

Chapter 3 Fire, flight, and my night out

I hear a gentle creak of what sounds like one of those creepy doors in a horror film, and my ears twitch subtly. I'm awake, but I stay still, listening to the almost non-existent footsteps of someone. The weight behind me shifts in the bed, it was Rogen, he must've had to pee. I manage to hold back a squeak as he wraps his arm around me once more. After a few minutes, I begin drifting off, so warm, so cozy. I'm about to slip back into the darkness and false visions when I hear a crash. I bolt up, panting. I look back and Rogen is up as well, rage written all over his face, "Stay here." He ordered, not in the sweet Rogen voice I'm used to, but in one that sounded... bad. He puts on his clothes quickly and heads down stairs, I hear him open the front door. A few hushed but displeased voices reach my ears, but that is all. At least until I hear Rogen yelling, or at least I think it is. The door slams. Hurried steps make way back up the stairs, bursting into my room, "Get a shirt on, now!" He roared. I look up at him, blood staining his sweater, my eyes widen, "Now!" He repeated. I whimper and quickly get out of bed, grabbing a top from my closet, fumbling with the buttons, he quickly grabs me by the wrist and tugs me along as a window in my room shatters. He slams the door shut, and yanks me along like a damned rag doll, "Rogen!" I cry out, knowing my voice sounds scared if not desperate. He just keeps going, out to my back door that he actually kicks open! I'm shocked to say the least. He hurries me over to a bush and slings me in like a backpack onto a couch, "Stay here, no matter what you see, or what happens." He says in that commanding voice.

I shakily nod my head. He turns and sprints back into the house, a man in black had just entered the doorway. I gasp, watching as Rogen grabs the man's head and runs with it, slamming it into my kitchen counter and letting it go. I whimper and sit motionless as I hear cries of pain and slight pelt shots from inside, I can see some of the kitchen being shot up. The hell had I gotten myself into!? I squeak, hearing another window shatter and a man flying from it, landing hard onto the ground. I then see a figure grab onto the outside of the window, and launch himself from it. As he lands, the top floor of my house ignites in flame, the roof exploding with the energy of then sun. Rogen is soon next to me, checking me over, "Are you ok?" He asks, "Yena?" He asks again. I'm stuck there, rigid as a frozen branch in winter, jaw slightly agape. He shifts around to look into my eyes and I shuffle back on hands and butt, pushing with my legs, panting deeply as he gives me a worried look. He sits back on his knees, letting his hands fall, knuckles resting on the ground in front of him. He bows his head, swallowing and not showing signs that he knew what to say, so I decide to ask, "R-Rogen..." I stammer, "Wh-what... just happened?" He bites his lip and sighs, "I-I'm not supposed to tell you. But I'm a..." he pauses, looking toward my house, "I'm a killer, an assassin." I'm pretty sure I'm in so much shock that this doesn't faze me in the least, "And this is what happens when I fail a job." He looks to me now, worry and sadness in his eyes, "Y-yena, please, I... I don't want to be alone anymore." He said with a cracking voice, "I want you... I'm tired of all this bullshit!" He cried out, hitting the ground, which actually cratered under the force, which in turn brought out another speak from me.

He looks back up, tears in his eyes. I still can't move, I can't speak anymore; I just want this to be a bad dream! I close my red eyes, cringing and hugging myself, I'm so confused! "Yena... please..." I hear him beg again. I feel his hand gently brush my hair back behind my large ears, then slide down to cup my cheek. I fall forward, my world's gone black. I must've just passed out a moment, because I snap up, and my house is burning still. Rogen is gone. I whimper, looking around, "Rogen..." I call in a soft voice, slowly crawling from my hiding spot. The night is cold, and I shiver with arms clasped around my body, slowly walking around the house, "Rogen...?" I'd call out occasionally, hoping to see the handsome boy again. I turn the corner, gasping as I see him Indian style against my house wall, hands on his knees, head bowed. I continue my slow pace to him, "R-Rogen..." I say once more. He looks up, giving a small smile, "Sorry. I didn't want to be near you when you were out. I... didn't wanna disturb you." He explained, though, sadness was in his eyes. He stood up, stretching his back, "If you're ok with it, would you like to stay at my place, considering this is my fault?" I smile gently, nodding a bit. He nods, reaching down and tugging his shirt and sweater off, offering them to me, "Hold these a moment, please?" I take them, blushing as I look over his gorgeous body. I had to look away; I didn't want him to see me blushing so. He groans and I hear his wings snap from the inside of his body. He pants a moment, then looks to me, "Ready?" I nod, admiring his wings as he turns and kneels down. I climb onto his back, holding his tops. He begins flapping his wings, slowly at first then slowly picking up speed. We suddenly rise, and off we go! The wind blasting against my face, blowing my ears flat against my head, my hair waves in the wind like some princess on her prince's back, riding away into some dreamland. I close my eyes, smiling to myself.

Before I know it we're slowing, coming down to the earth once more. A dark, gloomy, every Goth girl's dream house awaiting us! When we finally land, I hop off, squealing as I oogle the house with the mind of a five year old with a new Nerf Gun to shoot. Rogen chuckles, smiling at me with his calm, sleepy looking eyes. I glance back, blushing and calm down, looking at the ground a bit and suddenly feeling a bit foolish. Rogen shakes his head, chuckling, "It's alright Yena. I'd hope you'd like it." He said as he stepped forward and opened the door. I follow him closely. Where this IS my dream home, it still scared the living hell out of me to be in a dark house. Speaking of which, "Rogen... why do you live HERE...?" I asked, raising a brow and looking up at the draconic boy. He blushes a bit himself, glancing back at me, "Umm... well..."

He looks to be going on, when I hear a sudden giggle from what seems like everywhere, soon followed by a, "Rogen! You brought me dinner!" and a squeal of delight as a very slender, very dark, very appealing female dragon steps from the shadows, a long tongue running along her top jaw. Rogen sighs, "She IS NOT dinner, she's... a... a guest." He stammered at the end. We are both pretty red in the face now, even if you can barley tell on his cute red scales. The girl giggles, giving a seductive glare at the red dragon, "Oh psssha, I was kidding brother. I know your girlfriend isn't food!" She took a few very hip-swaying steps toward us. As she does, I notice she's wearing dark purple jeans, and a black tank top with a dark purple vampire bat between her rather large breasts. "You sure she's not a lesbo?" Came the girl's voice. I snap up, looking right in her eyes, naturally, they are purple as well. I also feel a sudden... tug. Almost like the very eye-to-eye contact was drawing me to her. Rogen growls a bit, "Stop it, Fiena." He said sternly. She pouts and rolls her eyes, breaking the contact, the tugging stopped, "You're not fun, brother." She replied, putting her hands on her hips, her overly baggy jeans swaying with her body. Rogen reaches to his left, flicking a switch, the lights flickering on. The shadows play along the dragoness's skin, showing her own small six-pack, as well as her well-toned arms. To an extent she was quite attractive.

I squeak, realizing she's watching me again, cowing behind Rogen like a rodent to a giant. "She's kinda cute..." she said, "Think she and I could... you know, 'play'?" She smirked as her eyes flicked up to Rogen, who grumbled something. "She'll be staying with us... The last contract found out my name, and followed me from school." The girl's face suddenly took a rather serious tone, "Did they-" she started

"No." Rogen seemed to know her very words.

"And her?" She asked, nodding to me.

"She knows." He added in. At this point I feel rather left out, naturally. The sister nods, before smirking once more and sashaying over to me, leaning down, and pressing her lips...right...to...mine! My eyes widen and I jerk away my lips still warm, "Awwww, she's so shy! She's adorable!" The girl cooed, at me. Rogen sighed, "Fiena, leave." He grumbled, "Stop harassing my guest." He added. Fiena stood up, pouting and rolling her eyes, "I'll be upstairs. Ciao." She flicked her hand, turning around and heading to the stairs. I could hear every little creek each step made, making me cringe. Rogen turned to me, looking worried, "Sorry Yena. She's my sister. Obviously her name is Fiena, she's bi." My eyes are still wide at the moment, and I feel my cheeks burning "Don't worry, if you say no, she won't go any further than a kiss." He added, rubbing my cheek with his large hand.

Chapter 4 That night shi came

I'm asleep but still am aware that pressure is moving on the couch. I feel a coolness drape along my covered body, followed by a gently breath on my neck. You know these moments, when you just know something hurts or you're about to fall off your bed, but you don't wanna be the one the screams out and it's just a dream, that's me right now. I wince a bit as I feel a breath on my neck and I turn my head to the side as well. The breath is so cold; I swear it's a breeze! I shiver a bit, feeling the blanket sliding down my body, revealing my bare arms and button up top. The warmth builds at my tummy and I slowly feel the buttons being unhinged, one, by, one. It wasn't until the icy cold wetness touched my throat that I gasped myself awake, eyes wide. My vision is greeted with a lovely purple haired dragoness, with the grin of the devil playing across her long rows of razor sharp teeth. "Evening." She said simply, her eyes giving me a glare that sends a shiver down my spine. I can't look away though, to run or scamper. She reaches for my chest, my arms quivering as they hold me up in a sitting position from behind. Her hand gently plays over my chest, rubbing my near non-existent breasts. My cheeks burn red, but I still can't take my eyes off her's. She quickly slices her claw through my bra causing me to squeak loudly, yet my eyes stay wide open, staring into her's. I want to run, but I can't look away. She grins broadly still, from what I can tell, before speaking, "I want you to play with your breasts, Yena." She said in a voice that seemed so trusting, so worthy of obedience. I can feel my mind clouding, I can't think straight and I can feel my hands rising to my chest, groping my own fur and flesh. The dragoness giggles as she runs a claw down my jaw line, "So cute... mmmmm, now give me a kiss." She murred out, leaning in. Even without the hypnotic eyes her power compelled me to lean in, letting my lips connect with her's, lightening shooting down my spine. She pulls back and leans down to sniff my neck, and then pulled back with a confused look, "He... hasn't marked you yet?" She asked rhetorically, a grin peeling across her lips, "Mmmm, yummy... I dunno if I should though." She said as if talking to herself. She grinned broadly and looked down at the Mouse girl again before lunging in, sinking her teeth into the girl's throat. Oddly enough though, Yena could only feel two teeth in her flesh, and even weirder... it was starting to feel good! The young Mouse moaned softly, rolling her eyes back as she felt her body tingling. There was a door shut and steps could be heard. Fiena gasped, pulling away from me, and setting me back down, covering my body up with the blanket, and smiling down at me as if she had come to check on me. She looked up at Rogen, presumably, smiling at Rogen. "Hope ya aren't keeping her awake, Sis." Rogen's voice came. Fiena giggled and grinned, "Nah, she's a heavy sleeper, stumbled down the steps and she didn't even stir." Rogen chuckled, "I'm heading to bed... make sure you don't get any ideas..." He responded in a stern tone.

I could hear him padding up stairs and then a door closing. Fiena grinned wider, looking down at me and leaning in, lapping at my throat as if cleaning it. The gentle licks sent a shiver up my spine. Her head pulled back, black and purple strands forming a cloak over one eye. She leans down once more and kisses me with a hint of passion, making my cheeks glow, "Mmmm... I didn't mark you, cute little Yena. All I did was take a small sip-" I can feel my heart pounding as she speaks, making the connection now, "And I must say it was wonderful." She grinned again and began buttoning up my shirt, drawing the blanket back over me. She giggled softly and stood, heading toward the stairs. By now I knew she was the one controlling me for the time being, forcing my eyes shut and quickly willing me asleep.

Chapter 4.5 From the seductress

My body was tingling, that girl... she drew some much passion out of me, no wonder Rogen loved her! My nipples hurt so bad, I wanted to just spring down on her and fuck her to no end! But Rogen would have my hide for that, nonetheless I giggled at the thought. The bulge in my PJs, it ached. I flopped like a rag doll onto the bed and quickly yanked my bottoms down, letting my erection spring free in all it's purple, veiny, glory. I gave a moan as my hand found its way around it, stroking myself lewdly, the pre lubing my digits as it leaked from my tip. I quickly yank my top up over my swelled tits and take a hand full of my fleshy right orb, groping it like an unknown lover. My tail did a U-ee and slammed deep into my cunny, jabbing back and forth like a jackhammer. I stroked myself faster, pumping my hand as fast as I could! I began to picture her, the lovely mouse girl not twenty feet below me. I could see her, sleeping away as I'd suggested to her mentally, making her think this was all a dream. Then, my mind began swarming with new images. Yena dressed in a French maid outfit bent over dusting a simple counter, showing me that taut ass that I'd only glimpsed up till now. Her cute little tail swaying gently as I approached and took hold of her hips, slamming the bulge of my pants against her ass and grinding, moaning as I do. Her cute cheeks turning a lovely red color, my long, sensual tongue taking hold over her throat and gently squeezing. Her body going rigid, my cock grinding between those tight ass cheeks, one hand slowly drawing them down her thighs... I gasp and hear a creaking, followed by the faintest of steps, one a normal person wouldn't hear. Then a small scurry of steps as they come to my door. My eyes narrow and I see the knob turning. I smirk and draw my covers up, turning onto my side and faking slumber. The door creaks open, the smell of that adorable fantasy mouse swooping into my nostrils. I want to draw her in so badly, my cock is pulsing, my nipples eager for those lips, and my pussy for her tail. But I couldn't do that to my brother... The door shut and the gentle padding scurried to another room, the bathroom I assume because another scurry goes off before she finds my brother's room. I tear the blanket from my body, sitting up and noticing I'm still hard. I take hold of my rod, but instead of pumping, I just sit there. I'm not seeing her in just a sex light right now. I see her cuddling with me, telling me sweet nothings as she adorns me with her love. I can feel my cheeks burning with blood. "I'm... blushing..." I say to myself, gently placing a hand on my cheek, feeling the warmth. I lie back, pulling my top down before turning to my vanity counter that I never use. I see in the mirror a blanket being held up by nothing, then, a small drop of fluid appearing and leaking down a surface, only to splotch the bed, staining the sheet. I close my eyes as I feel the dam break.

Chapter 5 Bloody Sunday

The morning was quiet, if one listened they would catch the not-to-distant sounds of Churchgoers heading home from morning mass. The sun shone through the trees surrounding the small house of bleak proportions. The front porch was rotting through, the windows cracked or broken; the roof was rotting as well, stripped of shingles by the years past. The sound of chirping was evident over the sounds of snapping branches and twigs as dark shadows roamed the small wood that enwrapped the habitation. The breeze set forth the quick and jerky motions of these shadows, black metallic gear glinting in the small streams of light that they passed. Some had pointed ears, others had long slender ears, some had long slender muzzles, and some had relatively short pudgy muzzles. They all wore masks, body armor and black, tight, sweats, their eye lenses were varied in color depending on their eyesight. They all held two things in common though: They all wore glinting silver crosses and they were all out for blood. A grin crept over the red draconic maw, razor sharp teeth glowing with the lust for battle. The eyelids opened slowly, reptilian pupils searched through the window for these beasts that dared come after him and his loved ones. He clenched his fist, cracking his knuckles as he stepped back and lunged forward, bracing his arm to the glass, shattering it over the piece of forest before him. A cry erupted from the group of monsters bellow the dragon boy. Gunfire filled the air. The birds flew, chirping merrily as they left from the noise. Screams of pain echoed through the forest as Rogen slammed a black encased warrior to a tree, slipping their stomach open with his claws and pushing away. His body became a blur as he swept up another victim, sending his sunburst-red arm through their body before ripping upward, splitting the person in half. Blood rained across bark and plant flesh. The dragon howled with joy as he lunged forward, ripping these dark beings to shreds. "You thought you could sneak up on ME?!" He yelled. A more attuned warrior saw the blurred image of Rogen coming for them, raising a fist to swing. Rogen grinned, spinning mid step and planting his back to the person's body, wrapping a hand around their wrist and thrusting his arm up into their elbow. The distinct sound of bones being shattered was echoed through Rogen's ears like classical music. He grinned and began laughing as he thrusted his shoulder up again blood squirting from the arm and the sound of flesh tearing could be heard as Rogen then pushed forward, ripping the arm away. The person screamed and fell away as Rogen turned, picking up their gun and putting the barrel to their skull, firing off a bullet, sending brains and blood against the ground. Rogen scoffed then, raising the weapon up and letting the top slap against his shoulder blades, he then turned into a blur once more, sprinting off to his next victim, leaving the dead victim to nature now. Across the house screams came forth as the other troops entered their own hell. Fiena sat in her room, smirking dully as shi sat on hir bed, one leg hanging over the end board while the other leg sat on hir hanging one. Shi stared at hir door, wondering how long shi could hold them off before they made it to hir room. Shi glanced back to the upper right corner of hir room. The shivering white ball of a mouse girl sat huddled, paws over her ears. Fiena gave a small frown, worried for the girl's sanity, hir own was damaged already, how was Yena going to deal with this? There was a sudden crash; it was then that Fiena realized shi hadn't been watching the house. A gun was lowering as Fiena flicked hir finger and a black spear shot from the floor, impaling the soldier's skull and sending them against the hallway wall, a squeal from the mouse girl could be heard from the corner. The spear shrank back into the floor and Fiena stood, closing hir eyes, hir dark hair flaring up and a purple glow began to emit from hir slender body. Hir loose pants with chains clinging to them began to whip the small space around them, hir black tank top flared a bit as well. The dust began to rise as hir hand shot forward, spears shooting from the walls in the hallway, impaling victims, forcing screams from all. Shi then opened hir hand; liquid black and purple swirl of paint began forming within hir palm, taking the shape of a large fist blade. Shi looked back to Yena as it finished forming, smiling softly to hir, "Stay hir baby, alright?" Shi said, turning to the hallway, lunging forward just as a soldier appeared, swinging hir bladed fist into their throat, beheading the soldier instantly. Yena just kept rocking, nodding her head and trying to block out the screams and cries of pain. Fiena sighed softly, looking away and sprinting down the stairs, slicing hir way through the black soldiers. Yena began to hear something odd, as if something was happening that wasn't suppose to be happening, it made her calm down a bit and lift her head up, looking to the doorway. Silence. She could hear her heart beat, thump, one, thump, two, thump, three, each beat sent a thud, one, thud, two, thud, three, against a step along the staircase. As they reached the top, a faint, white glow could be seen, growing stronger as the being closed in. Yena began to panic, blood rushing through her, her eyes wide looking around frantically for an escape, finding none. Then her gaze returned to the door, a large hulking armored beast stood. It was white primary with a gold trim on each piece of armor, and despite its medieval look, it was as modern as the tesla-hammer it held. In the other hand however, it grasped an unconscious Fiena by the hair, having dragged hir along up the stairs. Yena wanted to scream but found no voice. She wanted to run but found no strength. She wanted to cry, but yet, found not passion from which to draw her tears from. She could only shiver, for she felt the cold chill of death encasing her body with a cold bony grasp. The large being chunked the unconscious Fiena to the ground next to Yena. Fiena hirself was motionless. The sound of the creature moving closer to Yena could be heard as she reached for her protector, white digits gracing the draconic face gently. The stretching of leather echoed as Yena assumed the worst, the large hammer rising in the air, electricity coursing through it. Yena closed her eyes tightly; she knew what was coming. An explosion of pure force came from behind Yena, sending her collapsing over Fiena, a red blur smashing into the white and gold mass of metal. Rogen bellowed with fury, a fist denting the metal at the white creature's chest. A growl of disapproval came from the creature, grabbing Rogen and thrusting him against a wall, sending it into splinters, the loud clunking feet creaking the wood floor as it chased after Rogen, swinging its hammer into the cloud of dust. A red palm swung up, thrusting the hammer away as a spear shaped hand went toward an opening in the armor, puncturing it easily, sending blood to the floor. The giant howled in pain but soon found its hand around Rogen's neck, raising it and slamming the dragon into the ground crushing the floor, sending them to the first floor. Rogen used his legs to push the beast off him, quickly rising and sprinting at the white armor monstrosity, snapping his fingers, a stream of swirling flame blasting at the armored being. It responded by raising both arms defensively, before flaring them out redirecting the flame into the air. It then spun, letting the speeding Rogen fly by it, using the momentum to swing its hammer around quickly, slamming into the entirety of Rogen's side, all ribs snapping in half. The red dragon crashed into the front yard, the speed dragging him a good few yards off. A hearty chuckle came from the beast as it lumbered through the wreckage and into the yard as Rogen tried to get up, catching his breath, his mind swarmed. A sudden burst of pain shot through him as the hammer collided with his skull, slamming him into a tree another few yards off. A howl came this time as the being lumbered over, picking the beaten red dragon up and into the air by a single fist. Rogen kept his now one good eye open, looking at the white creature with hate. The sound of a gasp was the only other sound he picked up, his eye turning to the large opening in the house, the white form of Yena stood, her hands over her mouth, eyes wide. Rogen smiled softly, before closing his eye. Yena's own optics began to moisten, blurring the scene before her as she saw the red blur of Rogen being tossed into the air, and that white hammer plummeting down, sending the red blur into the earth. Yena froze, blood squirted from the small crater the hammer had made, only briefly. Her hands fell to her sides, eyes wide. Her world had just ended.

Chapter 6 A time like Never

The feeling of momentum carrying poor Yena was felt even by the white-beast-of-man that was a good distance away. Yena's body jerked the opposite direction, a scream echoing from her as she was taken against her will. Her eyes looked down, a person in white robes was holding her as they were clearly heading toward the city. Another form of momentum suddenly jerked her back and sent her to the ground with a grunt. She panted deeply, looking up. As her eyes took in this scene a drop of fluid hit betwixt them making her flinch. She didn't need to touch it to know what it was, but her hand went up anyway, smearing the fresh blood. The skull of her captor was crushed into the tree, dripping the precious life-fluid that did the husk no good any longer. The limbs of the now dead being twitched in after-death spasms and the purple arm that had stopped the person now pulled away, letting the person's plastered body hang there on the tree. Yena changed her dazed vision to Fiena, tears welling up again. Yena lunged up, wrapping her slender pale arms around Fiena's curvy form and sobbing her eyes out, "Why!" She screamed, "Why!?" Yena felt herself drawn up and held, then, the movement. They were running. The wind rushed through her hair as if she had dove into water, the force that they were traveling at pressured each crevasse upon her body. Yena closed her eyes, tears being swept away by the wind, crying herself into a slumber, she trusted Fiena, and right now, Fiena was her only hope. Fiena... was all she had... Time passed and the thoughts of the young Rat began to define themselves more casually. Things are still and the light of a fire keeps the darkness away. The red-eyed rat sits up, her fur on her cheeks matted from the constant tears that were shed even after they had arrived at their current hide-away. Fiena sits on the other side of the fire, legs curled up, purple eyes penetrating the fire as if searching for answers, hir voice carrying to the Rat's ears, "I'm sorry." Shi said, standing and approaching Yena, the Rat-girl looking up with wide eyes, as if begging for answers, begging for Rogen to come back, "R-Rogen..." She sniffled, tears welling up again. Fiena bowed hir head, "We are assassins Yena. We work in secret, but when our buyers squeal on us, or worse, set us up... this is what happens." Fiena, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Rogen and I... were and are vampires." Yena gasped and huddled back, ears folding down submissively, "Don't worry..." Fiena replied, lowering toward the fearful rat, "I'm not gonna drain your blood. Least not without dire need or your consent." A devious thought of making Yena give consent crossed the dragon-vampire's mind, but shi quickly stamped it out. Yena relaxed a bit, whimpering and bowing her head. The purple dragoness reached forth, pulling the raven-haired beauty's hair back behind her adorable ears, smiling softly. Yena flinched slightly but didn't pull away. All of the events during the past few days was suddenly trampling over her mind now, the school bus shooting, her house being raided and burned, Rogen... Yena looked up at the dragoness, "Wh-what do I do?" She asked. The dragon sighed softly, "I'm not sure... you can't go back to your home. You can't leave here without protection. So for the time being you're mine." Shi stuck hir tongue out teasingly. Fiena could comprehend and associate with what was going on, it was familiar. Yena, however felt fear rising with every passing second, all the tongue-sticking-out did was make her lose confidence. Fiena frowned and sighed softly, closing hir eyes to think as shi was dealt a very awkward hand now. A rat that had just lost her lover, shi had lost hir only comrade, and they were now on the run from religious fanatics. The best part was; Fiena's mind was all jumbled with hormones from both hir female and male body parts that were telling hir to breed every five god damned seconds! Shi stood up and walked away, running a hand through hir purple hair. Silence consumed the two, shadows flickering across the floor and walls. Yena sniffled a bit, her body shaking every now and then as she thought about all that had gone on in the past twenty-four hours. That's all right before the phone began to ring. Both of them gave a small jump, Fiena quickly reaching into hir pocket and opening the flip-phone. Shi spoke for a good ten minutes, hush-toned so Yena couldn't hear. When shi finally hung up, shi turned around and spoke, "Well... we apparently weren't tipped-off or snuffed out. These attackers were working on their own, so they must be tracking us some how. That means we have to move soon." Yena responded with a whimper, bowing her head, "Why? Why me!? Why Rogen! Why!" She screamed, grabbing her head and shaking a bit. Fiena brought up hir hands, taking a step, as if about to go comfort Yena but stopped, sighing and dropping hir arms. "Look... they aren't after you... they're after me. If they find you, they'll just leave you be, maybe question you. You can play it off as you being hypnotized or taken against your will or something. You don't have to keep running if you don't want to, you didn't ask for this." Fiena said to the little rodent-girl. Yena whimpered and lifted her head, a look of pain in her eyes, "I-I can't leave you... Fiena..." She replied, "I-I can't... if you... You know... go... You're all Rogen had... you were family..." Yena was lost in herself, she didn't know what to do. Fiena smiled softly, walking over to Yena and kneeling. "It's ok Yena. You don't have to come, I'll be fine on my own-" hir hand rose and placed itself on Yena's shoulder, "Rogen wouldn't have wanted me to keep you in our world, not this way." Shi finished. Yena sniffled, swallowing hard, her eyes welling up again. She nodded and lunged forward, sobbing into Fiena's neck, who responded with a hug, a smile, and a tear of hir own. A sudden sting in Yena's neck made her yelp, Fiena soon followed in the yelping, two small darts, one in each of the two's bodies sat poking out. Soon enough, everything went dark.