Night blood

Chapter 2

"My names Iris" I whisper. I don't know why he wants to know who I am, I'm nothing special. I'm an ordinary girl, with wavy silver hair, and strange grey eyes. I have these long legs that Kira said could rival a horse if I put my mind to it, but that's just silly.I'm on the chubby side, a lot curvier than most girls my age, with freckles dotted all over my face which make me look like I'm still twelve when really I'm almost twenty."Your a human so why are you here? What use are you to this witch?"I flinched as his blunt words wiggle in under my skin. I see his eyes darken when he notices my reaction, his lip twitches as if he is enjoying frightening me. I glance over to Kiyra but she is currently occupied with the kettle and doesn't see his expression.I shake off my fear of this strange male and stand up taller as I answer him."I'm her apprentice," I answer him simply, giving him as little information as possible, which seems to humour him, as he laughs out loud. His laugh is one of those deep throaty ones that give everyone the impression they think they are in charge.

"What the hell do you think you can do for this witch. You can't even do magic for Dongarvs sake. The woman is probably just pitying your worthless human self."

Kiyra cuts him off,

"I think we are done here, Flynn. Good day"He shoots me a glare before he whips around and storms out the door with an inhuman strength leaking from him.We watch him as he goes, spreading his magnificent wings while he sends a sharp whistle, and a young male, who doesn't look any older than twenty-five, hoists himself up into the sky to meet Flynn. The boy looks horrible, his raven black hair is dirty and dishevelled, his wings completely bare of feathers. His scars are visible even from the distance I am at. I gasp when I see that he has chains around his ankles."It's a half breed fae' Kiyra murmurs to me. Half breeds are one of the most disrespected creatures of everyone, with humans only slightly above them."We watch as Flynn backhands him across the face and yells something inaudible to him.I can't watch the mistreatment of the poor boy and turn to leave when the boys' eyes catch mine. They are a striking grey, so much brighter than mine, and freeze me in place.Then I black out, with the image of his eyes still in my head.