The Darkest Hour

Warnings: If you haven't read Night World, and you probably would want while reading this fic, then this contains a few spoilers. Since Strange Fate, hasn't been yet released, I don't know what happens at the end of the series. However, let's say that the Daybreakers fail and the Apocalypse happens. 

Disclaimer: I have categorized this as FanFiction for a reason. All rights reserved to L.J. Smith. I mean really, if I did own Ash and Quinn, do you think I'd be sitting here, writing Fanfiction?

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Venom looked up at the sky.

She didn't know why she looked at it. And she really shouldn't. It was the type of thing every mother warned her pretty maiden daughter of her. Then again, She wasn't a pretty maiden, and she didn't have a mother. But she was smart enough to know that looking at the sky was considered a death wish between humans. Why? Dark giants make their way up there at night.

At this precise moment, there was a swarm of them.

She really, really shouldn't be out alone.

Again, there was no in for her. Her mother, her adoptive witch mother, had kicked her out. And her birth mother didn't, and probably doesn't, give a damn about her. Homes wasn't a word she recognized since she estranged herself from her human companions. Shelter would be a better word. She could go to an inn, of course; but chances are there would be many Vampires there, and, anyway, she didn't have the money.

Or any money to be precise.

So here she was, sitting on a rock, gazing at the sky.

Although there were swarms and swarms of cold-blooded serpents, she always felt relax when she looked up at the sky. A Dragon's shadow was enough for all hell to break loose. She'd heard it in pathetic human communities when someone mentioned the word 'Dragon' all the others looked over their shoulders and told him to hush.

Of course, she wasn't exactly a Human. Not a full one at least.

Half and Half isn't something very common. She was, by all means, a Dhampir.

Half and Half meant you were an abomination, a freak, something that wasn't suppose to exist. There aren't many Humans or Night Worlders that sympathize with Dhampirs, if any. They were considered a mutant baby. Something that should have been drowned at birth.

They were classified as 'Things' not even as 'Beings'.

"Well, well," A taut, amused voice interrupted her thoughts. "What have we here?"

She stood and turned around. She gulped, signifying her fear for all to see. Though the dragon could probably smell it in the air he breathed. She stood up and took a step back, almost falling off the ledge. If it weren't for her Dhampir instincts, she probably would have. Being a Dhampir had it's merits.

"Are you lost?" He said, still amused at her fear.

Run, idiot.

Rationality should have won. She was a rational person. She lost her belief in God a long time ago. And just like that, her ideas of being fearless and idiotically brave were washed away, too. The only thing that mattered was staying alive. But she couldn't move, she's seen shadows of dragons all the time. And she'd probably seen Dragons in human form around her. But seeing a dragon in front of her was just beyond scary.

For God's sake, I'm such a coward. He's not even in his true form.

It was true he wasn't. He was wearing a skin of a human boy. Young, in his mid-twenties probably, With dark hair and caramel skin. She'd heard that Dragons liked to be handsome in any form. But his eyes gave him away. There was nothing Human in them.

"No," She said shaking. "I'm not, actually."

"Then what are you doing outside, little girl?" He asked in a tender voice. She had seen enough of the world to recognize superficiality when she saw it. And he was fake, everything about him was fake and mustered with cruel.

She noticed he'd taken a step towards her. His dark hair fell over his eyes.

"Nothing you should be concerned for." She said shakily, her words became a whisper after 'nothing' but he heard her alright.

The Dragon threw his head back and laughed.

Run, now.

Run.

She did.

She did run away, it was, after all, the only sane thing to do. Being a coward and standing there while a Dragon laughed at you and was preparing to eat you was beyond stupidity. And she was not stupid.

If she wasn't stupid, she probably wouldn't have ran. Because it would have been much easier if she became the coward she is inside, and asked the dragon to kill her first, fast and mercifully. Of course, it would be odd. Since Dragons aren't merciful creatures. But she really couldn't help it. She was still part human, and that part of her mind did everything in its power to keep her alive. Even if it meant fleeing like a coward.

The dragon caught up with her in no time. She may be a Dhampir, but he still was a Dragon.

His wings were outstretched, but he was still the human boy, she didn't know that was possible.

His wings were black and that of a bat, Admittedly she did like the wings of a bate, they were oddly pretty to her in a way. And right now, The Dragon looked like a Dark Angel in the moonlight.

He smiled, and his eyes twinkled. "Bye Bye, dearest."

The next instant, he was in front of her, placing both of his hands on her neck. The human shape he took was a whole head taller then her, she had to look up to meet his eyes. He allowed that much, but his arms never did let go of her neck. She was staring into his eyes and saw the pitiless, empty snake inside. He snapped her neck, without one scream.

He was happy with himself, He'd gotten himself dinner that didn't make much noise when she was killed. And now his dinner laid in his arm, limp and dead.

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A/N: I don't really like posting FanFiction on Wattpad; that's what Fanfiction.net is for. But anyway, Very Bad Men might, might, be done at the end of the year and I just want to post something on Wattpad. Do tell me what you think.