Drakul

Chapter One

I've had the sudden urge to share another one of my stories. This one I have been working on for about two years now. Unfortuneately, I have it all written in a tattering notebook. I'm working on both typing it, and editing it. So there's a chance the updates will be slow, (but I update slowly anyway). I'm hoping to get good feedback for this one too.

Enjoy,

Rayven WoodSong

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When waking up and facing the day, one never expects that today will be any different. That nothing about the normal day-to-day routine will change. Which is why, the day I met him, I woke up, showered, fed my cat, Leo, sat around the house, ate dinner, and went to work my shift at my sister's shop. Nothing special. Just an ordinary Saturday.

I work the nightshift at the Crooked Broom, a metaphysical store that sells anything involved in magick and the occult. The clientele consists of anyone from teenagers dabbling in Wicca, to life-time Witches in need of supplies, to hell-bent Satanists intent on releasing Lucifer from his 'prison'.

My sister, Clarice, or Madame Clari as she's known around shop, owns the Crooked Broom and hold Tarot and palm readings during daytime hours. I'm not really into all the magick stuff. I mean, I know it exists, my sister has proven it several times over, I just don't have an interest in it. Although I can protect myself from minor hexes and incantations.

Clari puts me on the night shift because there's very little business at night. The few customers that do come know what they need and where to get it. Which means all I have to do is ring them up. I generally just hang out in the back, watching television or reading with Leo. If I hear the door chime I go stand by the register. It's a simple job and doesn't pay as much as I'd like, but it pays the bills and allows me to go to my classes during the day. I'm working on a criminology degree so I can be a cop. I'm already qualified as a private investigator.

This particular night I'm sitting the back, reading a book I found on the self about the Irish Fae, when I hear the door chime. I marked my spot in the book and went to stand by the register. Usually the customer would go directly get what they need, then to come to the register. This person doesn't. He comes directly to the counter where I'm standing.

This man is huge. He appears to be mostly muscle and tall. He towers over my five foot three inches. Something about this man strikes me as a warrior. I'm not sure why, or what kind of warrior, but he's one nonetheless.

He leans his hip against the counter, causing it to rock backwards slightly. His dark hair is pulled into a ponytail and he has piercing blue eyes. He gorgeous. Well, for a guy. And wayyy out of my league.

"I"m looking for Clarece De Luna. Are you her?" He wants my sister. I wonder what for.

"No, I'm her sister, Leilah. Can I help you instead? It's late and I'm not supposed to wake her." I'm really not.

The stranger raises his eyebrows. "Leilah De Luna?"

I smile. "Thankfully, no. It's Leilah Engel. Clara changed her name."

"'Night Angel,' interesting. How can I get ahold of your sister, Leilah?"

I frown in mild confusion. Night angel? My last name means 'angel' in German, maybe Leilah has a translation/meaning too? "Clara is normally here from noon to five."

He leans forward, "See, that's a problem. I can't get away during the day. So why don't you make this easier and just call her for me?"

I'm tempted to, but she threatened Leo the last time I called her. That Witch likes her sleep.