The Dragon Queen: Truth Unknown

Chapter 10 *EDITED*

Ryan's POV

I banged my head on the table, making Buddy jump and give me an annoyed bark. I sighed. It's not his fault, I've been banging my head for about 20 minutes and even I'm getting annoyed now. "Sorry boy, just can't seem to keep my mind away from one specific person." I grumbled. Buddy cocked his head, giving me a knowing look. He gave a short bark and came over to me, resting his large head on my lap. I stroked his head fondly, remembering when he was only the size of an overgrown squirrel.

I chuckled softly. Buddy was a German shepherd and was 2 and a half years old. But I dare say this dog has more brains than a human. Sighing again, I got up and made my way to the kitchen, Buddy following me. I got out the dog food and put some in Buddy's bowl, making sure he had clean water as well. He gave me an approving bark and munched happily on his food. I smiled slightly and went to the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Running my hand through my hair, I wondered how on earth I got myself into this.

I only saw her for a mere 15 minutes but she's stuck in my brain like superglue. I growled in annoyance. How did she spot me?! I was totally camouflaged! But I already knew my answer. She wasn't a normal assassin, I'm a million percent sure. The way she took down Erick, with so much agility, strength and... and venom in her movements, she couldn't be human. But it doesn't make sense! She smells human and her files say she's pure human... guess that doesn't prove anything. I gotta clear up my head, and I better get back into my mission, I've been distracted enough.

I checked the time. It was 8.00 pm, the clubs open at 9.30 pm. I made my way to my room, a plan forming in my head. I grabbed my black towel and went to the bathroom, grinning at myself. The idea was starting to be quite appealing and I couldn't wait to put it in action.

After my refreshing shower, I got dressed to go out. I checked myself in the mirror, ruffeling my hair to get a messy style. Grabbing my leather jacket and shouting a goodbye to Buddy, I jogged out of my house and got on my Kawasaki bike. It was custom made to suit my style and my job and I was quite happy with it. Putting on my helmet, I awakened my black beast and rode off into the night.

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When I reached the club, I quietly snucked in from the back door, making sure no one saw me. I knew this club well since the SA liked to hang out here. The backdoor was near the men's toilets so I went to the dance floor, pretending I just went for a quick break.

The music was deafening, but I was used to it. I weaved my way through the drunken mob, wanting to grab a drink. After being squished to pulp by the crowd I sighed in relief when I reached the bar and spotted Gary. He was an old friend of mine and we were quite close. When he spotted me he gave me a big grin, and I swear all of his 32 teeth were on show.

"Ryan! My man! Long time no see!" he hollered.

I chuckled, taking a seat on a barstool. "Dude, the last time I met you it wasn't even 24 hours ago!"

He shrugged. "Doesn't mean I missed you any less. So what can I get you? Whisky or Beer?"

"Beer please." I told him, and watched as he expertly uncorked the bottle and poured me a glass in less than 10 seconds.

"You aren't much of a drinker, aren't you Ryan?" Gary asked, watching me as I took a small sip.

"I don't like the stuff. It always make you do something that you'll regret later. And once you do something, you can change it, but people will always remember. Why ruin your dignity and self-respect cause of a drink? It's better avoiding it altogether than turning into a cancer victim. Same applies to smoking."