The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Drake x Luke

Honestly, I've grown really attached to this ship. I might do another one sometime in the future, if it's okay with you guys. The next chapter of Rebellion should be out sometime over the weekend, so don't freak out if you are! The next ship I do in this book should be a Drake x Armen one, so keep an eye out for that. Enjoy!
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Luke's point of view-

I sat up in the trees, hidden by the leaves and remaining darkness of the sunless morning sky. My drowsy eyes looked down at the hybrid from above, as he rested in his sleeping bag. He shivered in his sleep, his body feeling the cold around it. Each breath we both drew was misty in the winter temperatures.
I just happened to stumble upon his small camp earlier in the night. When his camp fire was lit, I was able to see the scars he bore on his skin, and his clothes torn. It was like he just got out of a massive battle. I waited until he was asleep, but I got so distracted by him and the way I felt. I didn't feel...right. Each time I readied myself, I became hesitant on making a move to bring my vengeance upon him. I've never done that before with my targets.
This hybrid was the reason I failed my mission. The reason I couldn't go home. The emperor doesn't expect these kinds of failures, and I know that either torture or the gallows would be waiting for me upon my return to the palace. All because of this hybrid, I had nowhere to go. Still, I took interest in him. He's strange.
He stayed up late throughout the night, looking around, as if sensing my presence. Well, magi are known to sense life forces, if I remember correctly. It took him so long to finally fall asleep that I, myself had fallen out cold for most of the night. Once I finally came too, I looked down from the trees to see my prey finally unconscious in his sleeping bag.

  "Finally." I mumbled, climbing down the tree, being careful not to make too much noise.

Drawing out my sword, I slowly began to approach him with caution. Once I was close enough, I suddenly stopped, feeling unable to move my feet and the need to look him over. He had no weapon on him, which was oddly strange. No one should be out at night without a weapon. Or at any time for that matter. He has magic, on the other hand, so that's useful in his situation. I hoped he wouldn't use any on me.
I slowly crept closer, looking down on his face. He looked relaxed, but his eyelids kept moving as if in a nightmare. Tiny Ender particles floated around him, giving a small light and an oddly relaxing feeling as I watched them. He looked kinda cute when he was asleep. I shook my head, trying to get the bizarre thoughts out of my mind. My cheeks were starting to burn, as my palms grew sweaty. Why am I thinking such things?
I let out a gasp when he groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. For the first time in years, I froze before my prey, my body shaking. Please tell me it's because I'm cold, and not because I'm scared. I watched as his eyes opened, momentarily lost in them. They were mismatched like mine, as well as purple and white, one of my favorite color combinations.

He looked around, until his gaze landed on me. "Y-you!" So he does remember me.

I smiled. "Yep. Because of you, I can't go home. So, I want to make this quick."

I held up my sword, preparing for him to throw a magic attack at me. I wonder what he has up his sleeve this time. His hands lit up in purple and blue flames, casting an ominous light on his body. Even when he was angry, he still looked cute. I growled at my own thoughts. I don't understand them. He's my enemy...not anything more.
He charged, swinging his fist at me. I dodged each swing, feeling the heat from the flames that were so close to my body. His own body moved a bit sluggishly. Maybe he's running out of mana? Judging by his battered appearance and lack of a blade, he must have used a lot of magic earlier in the night.

  "Feisty one, aren't you? I like that!" Wait. What the heck did I mean by that?

He jumped back, looking down at his hands as the flames went out. A look of shock and fear sparked in his eyes. He must not have enough mana to continue casting any spells. I smiled at this, taking it to my advantage. I ran up to him and kicked him down, making him land on the surface of dirt and rocks below him. Before he could recover, I got on top of him, and held my sword to his throat.
There was more light casting down upon us, as the sun began to peak over the mountains and the trees. I was able to see his face and distinct features just a little more. His eyes still had a bright shine to them, wide and scared for his life. They were quite pretty. His skin looked so soft on his human side, yet a bit more rough on his Ender side. I could feel his chest rising and falling underneath me. I had hardly noticed that I began tracing my fingers on his face, feeling where his Ender and human skin almost became one. His cheeks turned red as I gently caressed his face, taking my hand to rest on his human cheek.
I pulled my hand back, realizing what I was doing. My face burned, and my mask felt like it was suffocating me. With one hand on the handle of my blade, I used my other hand to pull down my mask, finally getting some fresh air. His human cheek grew an even darker red.