Immortals

The Dragoness

Selena:

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. It's happening. Right here, right now, in the middle of the bloody street. I'm changing, and I don't know what into, and it hurts, because my bones are ripping themselves apart to reform, and I'm growing, and my skin's stretching and it's agony for at least five minutes. When it stops, I look down, and notice wings shuffling in my peripheral vision. My arms are covered in scales, purple and blue and even a few black.

I'm a dragon. I've transformed into a dragon. Phil looks astonished. I know I am, for one, because I was a human five minutes ago, and now I'm a dragon. The man who grabbed me is pressed against the brick wall, looking terrified. I'm tempted to attack him, but I know how unfair that'd be. The only problem is, I'm not entirely sure how to phase back into a human.

I think about how I look as a human. My pale skin, my brown hair. I think about how small my hands are compared to Phil's. I think about all my scars, and how I got them, and where they are. I think about my best memories, my best days, my best moments.

I feel the tingling again, but this time it doesn't hurt. It feels like someone's brushing a feather along my skin, and I close my eyes. When I open them again, I'm staring into Phil's eyes. My breath catches in my throat for a moment before I feel that anger rising back up. I force it down, then whirl on the man who grabbed me and pick him up by the front of his shirt, slamming him against the wall for extra measure. He looks utterly terrified.

"Next time, maybe you shouldn't grab someone," I snarl, glaring at him. He whimpered a little, and for a second I felt bad. Then I remembered that he was going to drag me into the alley and do God knows what to me. "I should kill you, you piece of shit," I growl at him. It's then that Phil touches my arm, and I jerk away from the man who grabbed me almost violently. He turns and runs the instant he has the room, and I'm left breathing heavy as Phil pulls me into a hug.

"I could have killed him," I whisper, shuddering. Guilt washes over me, and I wonder what I would've done if Phil hadn't stopped me. I'm suddenly really glad that I was, ultimately, still myself when I'd changed, because if I hadn't, I'd have become a murderer. And over what? A guy trying to drag me into an alley. Phil strokes my hair. "It's okay, you stopped," he says softly. "I'm sorry you had to see me that angry," I mumble as he lets me go. I've composed myself enough. "Hey, don't worry about that. You were amazing back there. That guy shouldn't have grabbed you. I was angry too," he says, giving me a small smile. Somehow, he always knows how to make me feel better. I hug him tightly for a brief moment. He hugs back, grinning at me.

I want to go talk to Lola about this. Phil made me feel better, but I do want to talk to my best friend. I am, however, glad that Phil is with me. He links his fingers through mine and we walk together to Lola's flat.

Lola:

I'm worried that the men we fed from might remember us. I don't do well with worry, and I never have, in fact. Right now, I'm a big ball of nerves, pacing back and forth across the living room. Dan's laying on the couch, watching me. Suddenly he stands up and moves to stand beside me, putting his hand on the small of my back. I calm down instantly, though there's still an undercurrent of anxiety running through me.

I'm thankful he's with me, and that he was with me before. I won't ever forget my first feeding, and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. Right now, Dan's standing really close to me, and that's all I can think about. I turn around to face him, looking up at him. He smiles down at me, and I smile back. Suddenly, his gaze turns predatory, and my throat goes dry, and my pulse speeds up. Is it weird that his actions are exciting me? I mean, I never thought I'd be into kinky fuckery.

He leans down like he's going to kiss me, and as I turn my face up to him, he stops. I roll my eyes. God, he's such a tease. He smirks. "Hello, Lola," he whispers. "Hi," I say, my voice shaky. He chuckles and I start to back away, so that I could collect myself. He reaches out and grabs my arms, holding me still. My breathing is light, and excitement builds in my stomach. His grip loosens for a second and I jerk away, then run off through the flat. As a vampire, I'm faster than I ever was as a human. But, then again, so is Dan, and within moments, he tackles me to the ground.

He came out of nowhere, and neither of us are even out of breath. I'm laying facing upwards, looking into his eyes. His eyes are lit up with something that I think is desire. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me towards the bedroom. We sit down on the bed, and then he pulls me to him, crushing his lips to mine. In that moment, it feels like we're one person, our souls intertwined. I let out a breathy moan, feeling his fangs elongate against my mouth.

Before I can stop myself, my own fangs are out, and I taste blood filling my mouth. My fangs probably cut him, but neither of us care right now. I think I hear something, but I'm too caught up in what's happening to care. After a few seconds I realize that I can hear a voice calling my name persistently, and it sounds scarily like Dan. For half a heartbeat, I feel like I'm going crazy.

Lola? Lola! Are you alright? Can you hear me? You aren't crazy, I promise. I realize that the voice is in my head, and cautiously, I attempt to reply by thought. I can hear you...Who is this? I'm confused, pressed up against Dan, my breath catching in my throat as I struggle to understand. I hear a laugh in my head, and I know it's not mine, but I'd recognize it anywhere. It's Dan. It's me, silly, he thinks back to me, and I think I understand.

But how is he in my head? I twist away from him, only to stop and look up into his eyes. "How?" I ask, out loud. He shrugs. "I honestly have no idea. Maybe it's a vampire thing. It's a miracle though, and we can be closer than any human couple," he says quietly, staring into my eyes with such an intensity I felt myself blush.

"Now, where were we?" he asks, then leans forward again, my lips automatically meeting his. He breaks the kiss after what feels like an eternity, but at the same time only a few seconds, and moves down to my neck. My breath catches in my throat again; my face is flushed. I feel his lips pressed against my throat, then I feel his fangs pierce the skin. I let out a moan. This is, without a doubt, the best thing I've ever experienced.

After a while, he stops. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. Somehow, we've moved so that we're laying down. If this is how those men felt, I don't feel any regret about feeding. "That was, um, intense," I say quietly, fighting to catch my breath. I feel giddy. He nods in agreement, then I pounce, forcing us both to roll over so that I'm on top of him. I kiss his lips once, then move down to his neck, and I bite in.

His blood fills my mouth, and it's sweet and hot and heavy and I let out a moan, struggling to get more. Dan tastes better than the men I fed from earlier, and it's addicting. I can't get enough. It's during that moment that someone bursts into the room, and I jerk back, filling a trickle of blood escape from between my lips.

Selena:

Phil and I walk in a companionable silence, and my mood lifts as we walk. I've been this way a million times or more, and it's as familiar to me as the back of my hands. The moment we get to her door, I feel something in the pit of my stomach, a sense of wrongness. I can't place my finger on it, but my anxiety kicks in, and I nearly start to panic as I unlock the door hastily. Phil stands beside me, fidgeting a little, probably from my anxiety.

Once we're in, I notice, as an afterthought, that the bloodstain where Lola almost died is gone. Apparently someone did some cleaning. I bet it was Lola; she couldn't have stood having that as a reminder.

Lola and Dan are nowhere in sight, which means they're probably in their bedroom. Walking down the hall, with Phil following close behind, I really hope I'm not interrupting anything. As I round the corner, I see a man standing in the doorway of their bedroom, and it isn't Dan. I freeze, causing Phil to bump into me. He steps forward to stand beside me, just as the man turns around to face us, an almost feral look on his face.