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Chapter IX

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"Demons are destructive beings driven by their instinct and the need to destroy. It's never a good thing to pique the interest of one." - John Pierce

Chapter IX

"You encountered the Alpha?!" My grandfather's voice yelled in disbelief down the phone.

I nodded my head but then realized he couldn't see me. "Yes, he must be." I told him. "I was about to be devoured by a lightning dragon – I recognized it from the journal. He called the dragon back and pretty much saved my life."

"And a lightning dragon only obeys the Alpha," John filled in. I could almost hear the gears in his mind working. "Do you know what he was? It was a male, right?"

I rolled over on my bed and stared up at the bare ceiling above my head. After getting the books and the disappearance trick 'Mr. Mysterious' pulled on me, I hurried my ass back home and called my grandfather. Perhaps I should call him 'Trickster' instead of 'Mr. Mysterious'. It fits him better, seeing as how he loves to pull tricks on me; especially disappearance and shapeshifting tricks. My subconsciousness nodded her head in agreement, seemingly amused by the nicknames I gave the magic-wielding-shapeshifter guy.

"His voice was male," I replied, recalling the deep thundering voice the Alpha used to command the dragon. "He had black feathered wings and red eyes as well. I couldn't get a close look on his features though," I added with a frown, wishing that I could have gotten a better glimpse.

A light bulb went on above my head and I sat up. "How about I make a drawing?" I offered, already going towards my bureau and getting my sketchbook and some pencils out of my drawer. I fleetingly glanced at the grand black feather before closing the drawer once more. "I can draw what I remember and send it to you."

"Sounds like a plan," John agreed. "Anything else?"

"I have one of his feathers," I reluctantly said, glancing towards the closed drawer. I did not fully understand why I felt reluctant about telling my own grandfather – or anyone for that matter – about the feather. The feather had something... almost magical about it. It felt special. Almost something private. "I'll send you a picture," I quickly added before he could say anything about it.

"Did you found anything on the supernatural creature who raided my fridge?" I asked, successfully changing the subject.

"It's a major help in our case seeing as there's only one known species who can both shapeshift and teleport themselves." My grandfather's voice could be heard down the line.

"Really?" I perked up.

"Demons," John said slowly. "Greater Demons more specifically, but there's too less to go by to determine which one."

"A demon?" I repeated, only a little bit surprised. And here I was calling him a magic-wielding-shapeshifter.

"Be careful with this guy, Harlynn," my grandfather warned me urgently. "Demons are destructive beings driven by their instinct and the need to destroy. It's never a good thing to pique the interest of one."

"I think it's a bit too late for that now," I muttered lowly under my breath, rubbing my head. It wasn't meant for him to hear, but somehow, he did.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, alarmed.I could hear the scraping of a chair over the phone.

"I encountered him once more in a library, and he seems to love dropping by at my home." I told him, recalling how he – once more – visited me as a cat, and turned into an eagle before my very eyes. "Something is going on here, in this city."