Dorian’s Nephew

The alarm on his phone brings him awake. Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping woman beside him, he sits up. With a sigh, he reaches into his neatly folded clothes and pulls out the pistol concealed there. He stands up and slowly walks to the foot of the bed. The women stir and slowly wakes. He lifts the gun and aims it directly at her chest. There’s no chance of missing at this range. He looks into her eyes and finds sadness and pity. She knew. Even before bringing him back to her apartment, she knew. A tear rolls slowly down his cheek. She smiles softly and slowly gets up, making no attempt to rush him. She walks slowly to the blackened window of her apartment. Turning to face the man, she opens her mouth to speak. He hardly notices the recoil as the bullet leaves the barrel. For a moment, she hangs motionless. Before the glass shatters and she flies out into the morning sun, bursting into flame. The man returns to his clothes and gets dressed. After pulling on his boots, he examines his reflection in the wall mirror. Black unruly hair frames a handsome face that contain vividly green eyes. A bright blue jacket loosely bucked over a white shirt and black trousers that are tucked into black riding boots. He slowly pulls on white gloves and places the pistol into its shoulder holster on his left side.

“Is this what you had in mind, uncle Dorian, when you made me like you once were?” He softly asks the empty room before turning towards the door.

Vampire Love

Pushing me hard, he stood in front of the approaching mob.

“Get out of here Valayna. They’ll kill you.” Shaking my head, I tried to fight back against him.

“They’ll kill you too. Please don’t do this. Come with me.” Turning toward me, he smiled that cheeky grin of his.

“It’s worth it.” Before I could do a thing, his arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me into a kiss.

“I love you.” Releasing me, he ran at the crowd before I could grab him. His blade coming free from its sheath as he roared. With tears in my eyes and hatred burning in my heart, I turned and ran. As I ran, I ignored the sound of metal striking against metal and flesh. Clearing the building’s back door, I fled. Running through the streets late into the night. Finally stopping as the sun rose on the horizon. With tears in my eyes, I sat and watched as the sun came up and its warmth spread over my face. The first sunrise I had seen in three centuries. Cursing the witch and her potion, I turned and walked into the forest, swearing vengeance as the heat from the sun slowly became more uncomfortable.

31st Century

“Welcome to the 31st century, where if you can dream it we can make it. Real companions are a thing of the past with today’s artificial companions. Available in any shape or form, we cater to your needs. Dynassus industries. We’re for the future.” The advertisement wakes me. Looking over at my clock, I groan as it reads 8.15am. With a wave of my hand, the clock turns off. Sitting up slowly, I come to the realisation I’m not alone. There are naked women on both sides of me. One has long black hair the length of her back and the other has blonde hair with blue tips around the same length. With a sigh, I get up and stretch without waking them. Well, waking is probably the wrong term, activating is more correct. The two girls are androids of a sort. The term that’s used these days is companions. Available in any shape or form, these two women are mine. Changing out of my sleeping pants into jeans, I walk to the dresser. A small device on top has a blinking green light. Tapping the light causes it to open revealing a hexagonal shaped blue crystal. Holding it up, I inspect it closely. A hairline crack runs down one side. With a sigh, I press the panel on my chest. Opening up it reveals a cage that the crystal fits snuggly into. Closing it, I wait for a moment as my HUD boots up. Revealing current power levels and a host of other information. Ignoring it, I move around the room, getting dressed. Moments later, a knock sounds at my door before it opens. Walking in comes a tall, broad-shouldered man, with short black hair. Carrying a tray with breakfast, he promptly walks over and places it down on my dresser.

“Morning Lance. What’s the latest?” Leaving the tray, he sets the room to rights as he replies.

“Well, boss, things are certainly about to get interesting. VDO has made their move finally. They’ve released their military grade hardware to the open market. Also, you received an Intel package from hospice. They found two more bodies last night. Same M. O as the previous ones. Bones badly broken and throat cut deep enough to partially sever the spine. And again they were both hunters and participants in the low levels of Halberds Arena. Apart from that nothing new has happened.”

Taking a sip of my coffee, I sit by the window and look out at the city. Across from me I see the Nexus building. Nexus, the foremost leaders in companion technology.

“Any word from Nexus on my order?”

“Hmmm, let me look. Apologies for missing it. Your order has arrived. They have a time slot free for this afternoon for fitment if you like.”

“Book it in. Hey lance, any idea about that?” As I finish, I point to the bed. Looking at the bed, his face turns red and anger etches his features. As if sensing his rage, both women sit up, the sheet sliding off their bodies. Looking over their shoulders, they both catch sight of the big man at the same time. Fear crosses their faces. They yelp and bolt out the door. With a humph, lance stomps out of my room after the women. Soon enough, the sounds of things being broken and yelling voices reach me. Smiling wryly to myself, I continue drinking my coffee and eating breakfast. After all, I was the one who didn’t want a boring life. It’s certainly anything but that theses days.

Music Fight

Setting on a bench listening to the roars of the crowd outside, a young woman runs her hand over the hexagon crystal in its holder on her forearm. Her fingers slowly chasing the inscription etched on one face. Outside her room, the crowd’s cheering reaches a crescendo and her heart begins to race. Getting to her feet, she walks slowly to the door of the room and waits.

“And the first of our next competitors. Runner-up in last year’s tournament, Kia Allesaar!” Walking through the door, Kia blinks as the lights blind her for a moment. Raising her hand in greeting, she steps out onto the top of a flight of stairs as the crowd roars around her. Making her way slowly down the stairs, she focuses on the platform at the bottom and her curved keyboard resting there. As she reaches the platform, the spotlights shift to the other side of the arena and the announcer’s voice booms out over the crowd.

“And facing up against her is the one and only Myelle Von Liesa. The victor of last year’s tournament. The rivalry between these two women runs deep and…” Ignoring the announcer, Kia focuses on the other side of the stadium as a woman with long brown hair and piercing green eyes takes the stage. Striding down the stairs, the purple crystal hanging around her neck catches the light and seems to glow. Reaching the platform, Myelle picks up her violin and bow and smiles across at Kia. As if someone had turned the volume to full, Kia staggers for a moment as the sounds of the crowd come rushing back. Looking up, she watches as the spotlights move to the centre of the arena and a man wearing a shiny suit and oversized sunglasses appears.

“Okay Ladies. Ready your devices.” Gesturing to the two women, he waits a moment as they get ready. Removing the crystal from her arm, Kia brings it to her lips and kisses it softly.

“Lets do this, Drakon.” In a single motion she slides the crystal into a slot on the keyboard, where it glows softly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. Both our contestants are ready. Let’s Begin. Round 2 of the greatest music battle in the universe begins now.” As he walks from the centre of stage a large siren sounds, announcing the start of the battle. Smiling, Kia strikes the keys of her keyboard and a low melody sounds from it. Flaring brightly, the crystal emits a line of energy that rises above Kia’s platform. Pulsing, the energy twists itself into a mighty dragon. Landing lightly on the centre platform, the dragon roars and lets out a burst of energy fire above it. From the other side of the room, the first draw of the violin can be heard and purple energy blossoms around Myelle. From the crystal in the base of her violin, a purple line of energy rises above her and twists itself into a broad shouldered, plate wearing knight. Clashing its sword against its shield, it lands heavily on the centre stage. As the two women look across the stage at each other, they smile and they both begin to move. Fingers sliding over a keyboard and the bow sawing across the stings, their music fills the stadium. As the music notes soar through the air, the knight and dragon charge towards each other, clashing in a burst of light.

Dragons in Plain Sight

Looking out over the city from my penthouses window, I sigh. Turning, I catch sight of the emblem embedded into the wall of the study I’m in. A very good likening to a dragon. And I should know, I am one. Humanity believes that Dragon-kind died out centuries ago. Some doubt that we eve existed at all and are nothing more than folktales and legends. But that’s not true. We simply changed with the times. We traded our caves for manors, and our hordes of treasure for cash. As beings of magic, taking on a human disguise was easy enough. We imitate families, and when it comes time, we take the role of the next generation. Always hidden in plain sight. Eventually the manors and cash gave way to penthouses and banks as the modern world took over. The skies which we once solely ruled are now shared with the humans. Not that we really spend anytime up there anymore. Turning away from the window, I take a seat at my desk when my intercom sounds.

“Mr Radiston. There a Miss Morgan here to see you.”

“Send her in Toni.” Waiting for the door to open, I look down at the article I opened moments before. Reading it carefully.

“I assume you’ve seen the news then?” Looking up at the woman who walked in, I smile at her.

“Just finished reading the article you sent. What’s going on Morgan. It’s not like you to take an interest in world affairs.”

“I take an interest when they pertain to us.” With a laugh, I get up from my seat and walk over to the bar. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I offer one to the woman standing in front of me. She shakes her head and moves over to the other side of my office, taking a seat on the guest lounge.

“What makes you think this has anything to do with us?”

“C’mon Arthur, there no way you’re that naïve. This has the Blacks written all over it.”

“The Black Dragons have kept to themselves for the last seven hundred years. Why would they bother moving into the open now? Why Morgan?”

“Because of her.”

“What’s she got to do with this?”

“Are you serious Arthur? After all this time, you’re still holding a torch for her, aren’t you? How can you, after everything that happened?” Taking a long sip of my drink, I sigh and turn to answer.

“I’m not. I’m just not so quick to condemn the other dragon races, that’s all. Why do you think Ravenna is involved?”

“I have reliable intel on this. Her and a few others are trying to break the seal that binds Ayrenth.”

“Why in god’s name would that want to unleash one of the leviathans?”

“From the way I understand it, they want to go back to a time when the dragons ruled and had a free rein.”

“Free rein? What we have now is as close to freedom as we’ll ever get. Freedom back then was an illusion. We were hunted and persecuted. Were it not for Uther and My father, we would have been destroyed millennia ago.”

“I know this Arthur. I know it’s how you got your namesake. But left unchecked, they could unleash a new dark age. A time that hasn’t been seen since Alexander.”

“What would you have me do? Assume the crystal throne and assert my authority over all dragon-kind? Such a thing cannot happen.”

“Why, because you’re a silver? The other races would stand behind you if you declared yourself king.”

“The other races. You ‘re dreaming. The reds do nothing but amass power. The blues have devoted their life to studying. Good luck getting one of those out of their books. Most of the greens have assimilated into the earth and the browns, well let’s not even get started on the browns.”

“You know, Arthur, you’ve been a lot of things over the years, but never a coward. It doesn’t suit you.” Before I can stop it, my power wells up inside me of me. For a moment shock covers her face, before she hides it.

“So that’s how it is. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What would I say and how? This never happens. Dragons do not change their race.”

“What does it mean?” Turning to the window, I look out over the city once more.

“I do not know.”