Bats, Cats, and Broken Wings

Harper

Seeing the future has it's consequences. For instance, I never met my dad. He died before I was born. I lost my mother, and Crimson had lost me. But seeing the future could make a difference in the upcoming "end of the world party".
As I doubled over in pain, I saw Crimson. She stood with a witch in training and a partial vampire. I had seen the two before in many visions, but this was my first seeing them with Crimson. The three of them had just finished off another hellhound and were cleaning up. Then, the scene shifted.
Crimson's dad stood atop an obsidian cliff. On each side stood another like him. On his right stood a master vamp with skin the color of fresh snow and blood red eyes. On his left stood an average man with hazel skin that was as rough as leather. He was built for war. Though his appearance may seem scary, what was underneath was even scarier. He was a true animagus. His true self was a dragon of red and black scales and emerald green eyes that shone in the morning light.
  <How did I know this? I'd met him in person. You DID NOT want to meet him.>
  Crimson's dad wasn't my favorite person in the world. His hair was even more black than Crimson's. His face was littered with scars. Black bat wings sprouted from his shoulder blades and gave him a look of dread. His eyes were hazel, the only thing that made him look human.
  He turned and faced Yndeirth. (A.K.A., the dragon) "They move."
"I know Yndeirth. Send out your brethren."
"Yes sur."
Yndeirth strode to the edge of the cliff and morphed into a huge dragon. He soared into the darkness.
I recovered from my visions and I could hear Yndeirth's dragon-like laugh. I had maybe three minutes to run.