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Micah.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Obviously there was no normal dragon in this building, but somehow..this boy was a dragon. I could smell it as it reeked off of him and I could clearly see it in his eyes. It was scary and extraordinarily magnificent all at the same time. It made me terrified and also amazed that something so beautiful could be a monster. No matter what I started to feel on the inside, I had to kill him. It was my job. I was a slayer.
As the students started to leave the classroom, I realized I had to follow him. I couldn’t let this thing out of my sight. I needed to figure out the best way to attack. Would he even try to defeat me? I really doubted that he would be much of a fight, but you never know. These beasts are unpredictable. Trust me, I’ve had lots of experience, yet I’ve never met a dragon like..this.
The boy slowly walked to his locker. God, I wasn’t used to being around these powerless mortals. I was used to fast action and a quick pace, not moseying around like a caterpillar. One thing that was interesting about the dragon was that he had a friend. (A friend that I didn’t really care for.) She seemed really mello and hippie-like with her raggedy hair and thrifty clothing. It was weird.
After a few moments of chatter, I watched them look over to where I was standing by the disgusting mortal drinking thing. It was so disturbing that every prick around put their mouth on this thing. The thought made me almost puke.
The boy even pointed at me and I almost pulled my blade out then and there. He saw me? So, he is a dragon.. Did the girl see me too? Of course not, she is a mortal. If she is mortal, why does the beast hang around her like they are some kind of..friends? I should approach him when he is alone and kill him quickly. If he had a friend that could see me, could others see me too? I looked around at the students near me. Seeing as some girl had a guy shoved up against the wall next to me, her tongue breaking new records down his throat, I didn’t think anyone else could see me.
After a few more minutes of sitting there awkwardly by the slut making out with her boyfriend, or random guy, the dragon’s friend finally leaves his locker and heads to class. A few more seconds pass by and it seems as if everyone else does the same, except him. He stays back, still pretending to rummage through his locker. Once everyone else has left the hallway and the bell has rung, he closes his locker and starts to make his way towards me. Is he going to fight me? Am I prepared?
Before I can reach for my weapons, he stops in front of me and asks, “Who are you and why are you following me?”
I’m shocked. He doesn’t know what I do and who I am? Does he not even know of my parents? Something isn’t right and as I look down at the adorable, puzzled expression on his face, I’m not sure what to do next. The only thing I could think about was how pretty his eyes were.
Reegan.
“Who are you and why are you following me?” I spoke the words sooner than I expected, scaring myself completely in a new and unknown way. Please don’t kill me!
For a few moments he looks taken back and even a little confused, maybe scared. His hands moves down to the blade at his belt and I fear that he may do something to me, but he doesn’t. He is very mysterious. I like it. Something about him scares me and excites me at the same time. I’ve never felt like this around anyone before, which is why all these feelings are so unreal.
He smiles at my last response as if he was mocking me. I despise mockery, mostly when it’s towards me. “Like you don’t know.” He says in a sarcastic tone. I’m starting to really hate this sarcasm thing too. Who does he think he is? And why hasn’t he answered me yet?
“I don’t.” I tell him. He only rolls his eyes in disbelief. “I’m ser-rious.” I say, accidentally stuttering like a blabbering fool. Why am I so stupid? I feel so scared and tiny as I stand in front of him. He is at least 6″2′, which is huge compared to my 5″4′.
He smiles again. I think he notices the difference in stature too. God, he is so hot. I could stare at that smile all day long. He takes a step forward and looks into my eyes with a wicked grin that causes me to almost melt in my spot. I take a step back, but he only leans closer.
“What?” I ask, scared for my life. I realize that his hand has left his blade and is now clasped with the other as he stands in thought, still staring at me like a weirdo. I just, now, realize how awkward this encounter is. I hope this is a dream.
His gaze trails down the rest of my body and I suddenly feel like he is mind raping me, making me shudder in his presence. He looks back at my scared face, his expression looking lost and solemn. Damn it. Why does he have to be so beautiful?
“Are you going to say nothing then?” I ask him, placing my hands on my hips and frowning up at him. This time, he doesn’t smile, but looks conflicted. What’s wrong with him?
“I’m sorry.” He replies sadly, his voice almost sounding scared and upset. It is such a turn on.
Swiftly, he unleashes a huge sword and lunges at me. I trip over my feet, falling backwards, on to the concrete floor. What is happening? He comes down on top of me and I fear that this is the end of my life. What do I do? My first instinct is to block my face, but everything is happening so quickly, so I only push him back, my hand placed firmly on his hard chest. His eyes brighten, as well as his sword, and suddenly, we aren’t in the hallway anymore. I don’t know where we are, but it isn’t good and the only thing I know is that I’m terrified.
Micah.
I don’t what I’m doing, but my mind keeps telling me that I need to prove to my parents that I am a promising slayer. In some way, this guy was a dragon, whether I wanted to believe it or not. I still couldn’t understand how someone like him could be a dragon. None of it made any sense, especially when I decided to kill him. I acted rashly and when it happened, it didn’t go well.
As soon as he pushed me back with his small, cute (damn it) hands, something happened. My sword beamed brighter with more than a hundred rays of light, blinding both of us. As if it were exploding, the light transformed into a huge ball of cosmic energy. The light seemed to suck us up and it consumed the both of us, trapping us together in a way I didn’t know was possible. This was sort of similar to a portal, but different in so many ways.
I could hear the boy’s screams and I tried to reach out to him, even though I couldn’t see anything. What was happening? I felt him grab me back, taking hold of my hand tightly, our fingers entwined like they were made for each other. Of course, mine were much bigger, yet they fit around the little dragon’s perfectly, like they were meant to be.
The light began to fade and I was immediately sad at the thought of letting the little dragon’s hand out of my grasp. Unfortunately, our hand holding ended quickly. As our bodies escaped the light, we seemed to be lying on our backs in the grass. I tried to sit up, but my body didn’t budge, and that was when I realized that we weren’t lying in the grass at all.
Somehow, the creature and I were watching ourselves from inside the light, like if it were a movie or projection of some kind. It gave me the weirdest sensation, because I could feel the grass underneath me and also, the boy in my arms. The other me in the grass was cuddling on the lawn with the little dragon boy. We seemed..happy. I turn my head to see if he sees the images too, but I can’t see him in the light. The only way I know he is here is from the sound of his uneven breath, breathing in and out.
Within seconds, the image disappeared and a new one was shown. The dragon boy and I were on my motorcycle. I could feel the air whipping through my hair, the warmth of his arms wrapped around me and his head resting peacefully on my back. Why was I seeing this? What did this mean? Was this some kind of sorcery? Was the boy doing this?
Again, the image disappeared and a new one replaced it. This time, we were on a boat and I was (what the hell?) proposing to him. He even accepted and the other me swung him around in my arms, giving him a very large kiss. All of this was so surreal.
I could taste him as the kiss deepened and I could feel his arms around my neck. Even the smell of the ocean had filled my nostrils. I almost reached for my neck, half expecting his arm to be there. The weird part about all of this was that I kind’ve liked it. He tasted good, he felt good, and for some reason, I was experiencing love for the first time in my life.
The next image was even more unexpected. I watched as the boy and I walked down a road. The trees were swaying with vibrant colors and there was another person with us, our daughter. She looked so cute with her pigtails and colorful clothes. She was the most adorable child I had ever seen.
What did these images mean? Were they visions of some sort? And if so, why do I spend the rest of my life with this kid? Yeah, I’ll admit it, he was hot. I loved the sight of him, which confused me greatly. I never thought of myself as gay, but I guess I don’t think I’ll mind if I’m in love. What did all of this mean?
The images started to filter out and the light began to fade ultimately. As we were swept back in to reality, I knew one thing for sure. I couldn’t let the Dragon boy die.
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