Shifter

Luka swiped a sword at the gruesome leg, but closed around his chest anyway, oblivious to the gaping hole in its foot. Gularad's neck whipped around and closed around the bird demon's left wing, I could hear all the little bones cracking as his jaws sank down into the flesh (well there wasn't so much flesh mostly skin) then his head yanked back and the wing was ripped away from the body, inside maggots were squirming and crawling. The thing screeched and plummeted toward the earth at least a thousand feet below.

The only bad thing was, it took Luka with it.

“Luka!!!” I screamed and my hands flew outward, yeah right as if I could reach him, he was thousands of feet below me. Havien roared and shot after them, faster then a speeding bullet. I delved into the Larukai and sought out my friend wind, the gusty element filled me with turmoil and inwardly raging hurricanes. I looked down at the sky and jumped off of Gularad's back.

The wind folded around me carried me fastly and efficiently toward my friend. Some thing slimy scooted into my head, a message in the wind.

He is ours, forever.

The Carachi, of course had sent this I knew. I gritted my teeth and flung a telepathic wind message back at them.

Like hell you're taking my friend

I shot toward the earth with tremendous speed, and it still seemed far away. Definitely more than thousands of feet. The slimy tickling feeling scratched across my mind again, I unfolded the mental message.

We will accept a trade

A trade? What did they want to trade? Or whom? I was thinking this right before a black head lowered itself next to mine. I shrieked like a four year old when they see a clown at the circus, then realized it was only my trusty dragon friend. “Did I scare you?” I glared at him in response. No sir, I would not talk to him until we reached the ground. Gularad laughed his throughty dragon laugh.

When we reached the ground, it was empty. A flat nothingness. Where could they possibly have dissapeared? I did not know. At all. So don't bother asking. My hand's balled into fists in outrage. “Luka!!!” I shrieked into the emptyness, of course nothing replied. “The Carachi have incredible cloaking abilities” Gularad implied helping me in my puzzlement. Ah, that was why they were no where. For all I knew the maggot creature could be standing behind me getting ready to chomp on my brains. I forced myself not to look.

“Oh, Gularad...” I whispered it, afraid of the unseeing eyes, and ears. What about Havien? Why couldn't I see him? “Havien?” I said, not really a question but not a statement either. “We are the living force of our people, without Havien, Luka would die.” “So they have Havien too?” I said, my eyes were pooling with tears. “I'm afraid so young one.” “Oh, Gularad what do we do?” I cried and threw myself into him, his wings wrapped around me, he nuzzled the top of my head affectionately. “There is always hope, do not give up hope. Look and see for yourself” Look? At what? There was nothing here. I turned around anyway. As my vision cleared I saw a thick fog had descended. At first I didn't understand why this would be hopeful then I saw the swish of a cloak and out walked... an angel.

A dark angel. His long black cloak sweeped the ground behind him, large luxurious ebony wings were unfurled as he walked toward me and my breath caught in my throught. His skin was dark, but not black and not Hispanic either. His lips were full and redder than a rose. His unruly hair framed his face perfectly, covering his eyes slightly. Just the way I liked it. His eyes... were a golden twilight. They were burning with fiery passion, fury, and that cocky look I had seen in so many boys. The same cocky smile played on his lips. I recognized him, I knew him. But yet I had never seen him before...

“Felixz?” I whispered, my eyes squinted as I tried to make out his face better. A smile stretched across his face, he was totally bad boy, I quivered. I had always been attracted to the bad punk ass kids. Just like me.

A heavy snuffling sound came from the fog behind it and it emanated fear, Two shaggy black paws peered out then the rest of the body burst free of the clinging black stuff. It was the brother of Felikz's cerberus wolf snake thing. Because for one it was loads younger, it didn't have that ageless look about it, and it had a ferocious glint in it's eyes. The three wolf head's snarled maliciously, fangs bared. The leathery bat wings were half unfolded, threatening to snap open any second. The uncoiled serpent hissed and striked at nothing in particular. I was afraid for only a moment.

This was not Felikz, he was the new found protetor of Hellzvogen. Probably from some random town somewhere in the world, thought he was nothing special than a crazy old indian lady came and told him 'your a protector come with me' blah blah blah. I didn't know the kid's name.

“Princess” a deep seductive voice filled the air and I shivered in delight. He stopped and took a deep breath, obviously stopping himself from doing something. I wanted to know very badly what he was stopping himself from. The truth? I felt like a slut. Did I particularly care right now? No. “I have heard you have a... fascination with Felikz” his voice sounded, very unamused. Did I detect jealousy in his voice? I wanted to leap into his arms and tell him, it was nothing compared to how I liked him. Instantaneously after I thought that he smiled. He ran a hand through his hair and I noticed it was glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.

Perfect

He was just as afraid and confused as I was at being pulled into this mythical fairy tale world, that we had stopped believing in when we were six. My smile of triumph tugged at the corners of my mouth. I folded my arms across my chest and walked around him in a tight cirle. I was going to say something to him, then I remembered I didn't know his name... this put a dent in things. “What's your name?” I demanded, keeping up my slow revolving. “Damien, i'm Damien” he said, now I could hear the laughter in his voice. This wasn't supposed to be funny. “Sooooo.... Damien” He raised a quizzical eyebrow at me, I sighed “Look I know your just as confused as I am... about everything.” my hands fell limply to my sides. I felt like crying, I turned away from him so he wouldn't see my almost tears, and the gross expression on my face.

Smooth warm arms wrapped around my waist and a silky, shadowy voice murmured in my ear. “Don't be sad. Please I can't stand it” How did he know I was sad? I didn't face him, I didn't say a word. He started on his explanation without any prompting at all. “I can read feelings, it's one of my talents” he breathed into my hair. I stiffened, so he had felt me being all horny over him and my curiousity and everything? I started to pull away but he held me closer to him. I could feel the hardness in his body, and i'm ashamed to say it turned me on.

I loved the way he breathed in my ear, I loved the way he felt against me, I loved the way he held me. I had to admit he was quite the charmer. He gasped behind me. “Don't worry babe, I want you to” he assured me, and just for measure his body got harder and he pulled me closer kissing my neck and hair.
I moaned. He turned me around to face him and I wrapped my legs around his waist, unresisting. My hand's tangled in his hair, his breathing deepened and his hands cupped my face “May I?” he asked. I answered him by leaning in for a passionate kiss. His dark wings folded around us, concealing us from view, not that their was anyone to see. (except for the majestic, honorable creatures)

After about five minutes of our yummy make out session that would have turned into more if I hadn't stopped him ended abruptly as I guiltily remembered Luka. I pulled away breathless and stared into his flush face, he pressed me against him and kissed my neck tenderly. I couldn't help but moaning.
I put my hand's on his chest as a barrier, so I could stop myself from kissing him again.

“What is it?” he stroked my hair lovingly his wings still wrapped around us, concealing us in a private darkness all our own, I wanted him more than ever but I took a deep breath and said “Luka” he set me down and kissed my head one last time. “Right” he said. “Which reminds me I have something for you” he reached into his cloak and pulled out an oval egg.

My eyebrows shot up. “What is it?” I asked quizzically. “The other half of your soul” he said, I detected to humor in his voice. “Touch it” he prompted. I reached my hand out hesitantly, Gularad was there watching me proudly. “Go ahead” he told me. I took the egg in my hands and cradled it to my chest. It started to grow, I felt like the grinch. My heart was growing, it was bursting out of its seams. The love I felt for it was indescribable nothing on earth could comprehend it. I stroked it, and cooed at it. It wasn't motherly love, but a bond so strong it would break the gates of heaven I supposed. My other half. My secret twin. The thing I had been waiting for since... forever.

“Your amulet, join it with the sphere in the egg.” Damien said, excitement filling his voice. I wanted to do what he said so badly, my fingers fumbled for the amulet. With a deep breath I united it with the egg.