Evil with a D

Chapter 8

 Image: Megan
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    At seven Saturday night Megan knocked on the town home door of the address Daniel had text to her earlier that day. When the door opened it wasn't to Daniel, but to some young surfer looking guy. His eyes threw her off a little, as blue as the Caribbean sea. His hair was long, wavy and unkempt. The only thing he wore was a pair of jean shorts. A slow smirk spread as  he watched her, leaning a little on the door. Megan frowned and double checked the address to make sure she was really in the right place. "You must be here for Daniel." his voice was smooth, and as much as she hated to admit it, sexy as hell.

    "Yeah."

    "Daniel's in the kitchen, he doesn't know we haven't left yet. I'm Xander." he said as he held out his hand. "One of Daniel's roommates."

    "Megan." she said as she took his hand. "Can I come in or do I have to stand on the porch the whole night?" she could tell by his scent that he wasn't human, but couldn't place it for some reason.

    He laughed as he stepped back waiting until she was inside before the door was closed behind her. Megan stood in a small entry way, a set of stairs stood to her left, ahead was a small hall that lead to what looked like the kitchen and to her right sat the living room with the TV on low. Xander moved passed her to the couch, dropping down next to another man. His dark brown hair was cut short and spiked. He turned bright red eyes toward her, looking her over before they returned to the TV. "This is Dellan, he doesn't talk much." Xander said as he stretched out his legs and propped them up on the coffee table next to Dellans. "Daniel's in the kitchen."

    Megan gave a small nod. "So you said." she said, turning and moving to the kitchen. Her brow lifted when she found Daniel pulling a pan with bread out and set it on the stove. "Roommates are still here." she smiled when Daniel jumped and turned toward her, a grin spreading as she took in his kitten patterned mitts and apron.

    "Damnit. I should've known they weren't going to leave when I said I was cooking." he muttered as he yanked off the mitts, going still when Megan started to laugh. He let out a small sigh and nodded. "Yeah, I know. My jackass roommates threw away my old apron and bought me this." he slapped the mitts down on the counter.

    "They seem...fun to live with." Megan said as she moved over.

    "No, they aren't. They live to make my life hell. And, whatever you do, don't go in the basement with them."

    Megan raised a brow at him. "That's...a little weird and a lot creepy."

    "I know. I was hoping they wouldn't be here, but since they are. Don't go."

    "Why exactly?"

    "Well, they take women down there and they never come back up." he said with a small frown.

    Megan stood staring at him before a frown appeared. "Daniel, tell me again why you live with them and how no hunters have caught on to their murder spree?"

    "Diplomatic immunity." Megan turned and raised a brow at Xander. "I smelled food."

    "Almost." Daniel said with a glance at the timer on the stove.

    "Diplomatic immunity?" Megan asked with a frown.

    "Yes. Dellan is ruler over the fire dragons and I'm ruler over the water dragons. No one is allowed to touch us because of that. Don't worry, vampire isn't our cup of tea." he flashed her a grin, causing Megan to actually twitch away a little.

    "And you live with them why?" she asked as she turned to Daniel.

    "He doesn't have a say in the matter." Xander said as he moved to sniff at the garlic bread.