From demons and other creatures

Part 1 – From Dragons and Rogues



A knock on my door brings me back to reality. I stand up and lay the little boy down on my bed, undressing his shoes, so he is more comfortable on the bed. Heading to the Main door I murmur something about not to break down the door completely. When I open the door, I see a worried looking Nyl in the doorway. Shit, he wanted to see us tonight, right.



“Sorry Nyl, I think the boy is in no good condition. And I have work to do. Would it be asked to much, when I beg you to stay the night with him here? I will be back by sunrise, ok? It is really important that I'm out tonight. And I can't take him with me.”



“Is he asleep? Is he injured?” Nyl ask me worried.



“He has some small injuries, nothing dangerous. He is knocked out by a shock, that's all.” I stop as my friend looks to the door of my bedroom. His eyes widening in fascination.



“Is that him? He is a beautiful boy. These eyes! Are they real?” he gasps. I just role my eyes and turn around to the door.



“You leave me alone here? With that freaking guy? You are not better than everyone was before. Promises exists only to be broken. I can't trust you...” his voice fades away, shaken by sobs, his beautiful eyes are filling up with tears. Bloody tears.



Nyl has the intelligence to keep his mouth shut. I walk over to the boy, realizing that I still not know his name.



“Listen, I have to be out tonight, to do my job. I haven't promised anything to you until now. Now I promise I will be back when the sunrise sets in. Don't cry, it makes it only harder for me to go. Nyl is ok, a little bit strange acting sometimes, but he is alright. He will stay tonight, so you aren't alone in your first night here, ok?” I swallowed hard and locked gazes with the little one, hoping that my words comfort him a little bit.



“I..., I... “ He sobs, wiping away tears with his shirt. “I'm afraid in the dark... I can't sleep then... The nightmares will come back and I end up screaming and crying out, and then I will be punished for not being quiet. I.. I...” his voice breaks again. My heart too. I reach out for him pulling him into my arms to hold him tight. How old is he? In Human years he would be 7, perhaps 8?



“Shhh, don't cry. No one will punish you here for having a nightmare. I stay with you until you fall asleep ok? Nyl will stay to guard you, when I go. Come to bed sweetheart. How is your name? I can't call you little one for the rest of our life, hm?” I pick him up on my arms again and carry him to my bed. His eyes are sleepy and still filled with tears.



“Fén...” he sighs into my chest. I smile about the name. A cute name for a cute boy.

“Ok, Fén, lets get you some sleep ok? Tomorrow will be a hard day for you.”



I lay down with him on my bed, taking off his jeans and shirt, so he can sleep in boxers. Nyl, who followed us, hands me over one of my t-shirts for Fén to wear tonight.



“Here, you can wear one of mine tonight. Tomorrow we have to get you clothes.”



I take of my boots and help Fén to put on my t-shirt. He comes cuddling near to me, his voice a soft whisper against my skin.



“You are so warm. Hold me, please.”



The small body wrapped up in my arms feels so soft and warm. His skin smells so pure and innocent. The emotions pushing through my body are way to intense. I hide us behind a wall of flames away from Nyl, away from the rest of the world for a while. I watch his eyes closing, a last single tear drops from his long black lashes, running down his cheek. I gently touch his back, hold him tight, make him feel warm and comfortable in my arms. After an hour has gone, he has fallen asleep. I get up and take a last look over my little beauty. I shake my head. Fén is way to near to my heart. He gets a weak point. But what shall I do? He is handed over to my guard... is that an excuse for my feelings? Sure not. I leave the bedroom, boots in my hand, to not disturb the peaceful sleep of my Fén.

In the living room I put on my boots and take a sharp look at Nyl.



“Look careful after him. I'm back when the sunrise sets in. If not... search for an angel called Eiael. Bring Fén to him. He will know what to do... I hope so. And... trust no one around here. Don't let anyone near him.”



“You still trust no one around here really, after all that time? Hm, if you wish I will do that for you, my friend. I hope I see you back in the light of the day. Take good care of yourself. Now you must be alive for someone else...” Nyl's voice sounds clear and calm.



“I won't die that easy and yes, I still don't trust anyone here. And you know exactly why. Don't push me too far. I go now. When we are lucky, we meet again in the morning.” Walking my way to the Main door, I look over my shoulder to catch Nyl's eyes. The sadness inside this red eyes hurts me. But I know that it brings no good for both of us to let him near me. Even as friends would be to much. I don't want to see him broken by Vuldur, like so many others before.... I open my gate and leave without looking back.



My gate leads to a roof top. The full moon shines bright, a shimmering cool contrast to my heated blood. Eiael... The moonlight brings back the memory of his long silver hair strands, cool silk in my hands. The midnight colored velvet sky is sparkled with thousands of diamonds, a sweet memory of his golden eyes, filled with love and desire. The sky above me is a beautiful and peaceful picture. A night to get lost in dreams.

The sound of a body flying into some metal garbage cans breaks the magical moment. Looking down into the street, I see the creature who caused the noise. Man, I hate those creatures. What sick mind creates something like this?! I have less time to do the job, so I have to hurry. With every minute passing by the creature is getting stronger. Which crazy mind creates a nightmare, send it out without a target and don't call it back?! Doing this, means to send a nightmare into reality. If it has no target, it searches a target by himself. Feeding from its fear, it gets stronger with every victim. And in the worsest case it scares the victim to death.

The only thing I wonder about is why this creatures looks so.. so.. childish. So like they are the creation of a kid? But there is no child who is in training for the nightmare section. And what if it is an unknown creator? Someone who can't control his abilities? That would explain much.



Staring at the red dragon which attacks a teenager who pisses himself in fear.

'The little nightmare tries to deal with fire, hu? Who plays with fire can get burned. Let's see how much that little monster can take.'



Jumping from the edge of the roof, I spread my wings to slow down my fall. Landing between the dragon and the kid I push the kid back with my wings to get room. Seeing me, the dragon paused his movement, his two heads eying me and the kid. Apparently he decides that I'm the greater danger, he opens his mouth, grey smoke is filling the air and a hot red fire breath leaves his mouth, only to collide with my dark orange glowing flame shield. Standing up I concentrate on my magical powers to cast a spell. On my palms arises fireballs, glowing like molten Iron, a dangerous deep red. I need to find his weak point to break him. Throwing the fireballs on the creature, I realize that he seems to grow, slowly but steadily. I blink. That kid has slide back on his bottom and sits now with his back at the wall, his eyes wide in panic stare at the scene. I can smell his fear. No wonder that the dragon still is growing.



“Run! If you feed him with your fear, he is only harder to fight back! When you are not in his reach, the process will stop! Just go away! Fast!” I scream out by shooting Fire rings at the dragon to stop him moving. Fire on Fire is a dead end. The question is who gets first tired and has no powers left.



My senses are now running high, everything I realize comes with a brutal clearness to my mind. Holding that beast in this Fire cage costs me more and more powers. I still smell the fear of that boy. Why can't he just do what I told him? Humans are so brainless and primitive. What is that? A new presence? Wait... it smells like earth and grass and sandal wood. The burning air is filled with the essence of that person. I can feel a calming touch in my mind, caressing me, taming the wild beat of my heart down, giving me the strength that I need to hold on to the cache a little longer. Looking up into the velvet midnight sky I see long silver hair strands, waving in the warm summer breeze, surrounding the beautiful face with that gorgeous golden eyes. Eiael...



'Hold him just a moment, I take the kid away. Our chances to hunt the beast down will be better when the boy is gone. Are you ok?'



His mental voice is dark and beautiful like his normal voice. He sounds worried but determined.



'I can only hold him there for a few minutes longer. Then he will break the cage.' My voice sounds pressed by the exertion.



'I am back in a minute. Hold on, I will assist you.' He moves to the scared boy and picks him up. Jumping with him into the night sky he is gone from sight in seconds.



I concentrate on my last reserves to hold the dragon away from moving. The boy is out of his reach, what stops him from growing, but he is filled up with anger, because his victim is out of reach now. His hunger drips into my mind, floating it over, searching for fear and panic inside of me. I shut my soul and heart and block him from attacking my mind. Suddenly the cage breaks down and he moves on to me. I pant for air, my body is bathed in sweat and my palms are fuming. My magical powers has run out, so I have to fight him back by weapons.

The daggers in my hands I wait for him to catch me. His next fire breath hits me full. My whole body is bathed in flames, my shield is still there, but about to break down. Avoiding the attacking claws and teeth, my daggers reaching for his eyes. His claws has left a deep wound on my stomach, a brow has a laceration and blood is streaming into my eye. Countless claw marks and grazes covering my whole body. I yell in anger and aggression, driven over by my trained instincts. Seeing everything through a red haze, I am greedy for blood. Laying on my back, the dragon snaps after my throat, what brings his eyes in the reach of my daggers. My arms rams both daggers into his eyes, blood is floating over me, sending cold chills of joy up my spine. I turn around the daggers in his wounds, ripping the blades out of his eyes and sliding down to the unprotected stomach of the creature. The beast howls in pain and shakes hard his head, irritated by the pain and the gone sight the dragon is staggering dangerously. Gasping for air, my arms pushing the daggers inside the coriaceous skin of his stomach. With a wild hearted scream I strike the daggers along the whole length of the stomach. More blood is streaming onto me, bathing me in the liquid of life, warm and pulsing, awaking my lust and my desire, floating like fire through my body, poisoning my veines.



“Pyro!” Eiael's voice is lifting a little bit the haze of my blood thirst.



Something hits into the dragon. I roll aside to not be trampled down. Eiael's body is bathed in a freezing blue light, frost shocks coming from his hands and crushing into the creature. The dragons mouth opens by the try to spit fire... nothing happens. A last mighty frost spell crushing into the monster, which falls very slowly to the ground, the air filled with a very high and painful sound.



“Pyro, are you ok? He is only paralyzed. Are you able to end your work?”



I'm blinking away the blood from my eyes, a resolute facial expression showing.



“I would love to. He was way stronger then nightmares normally are. Let's get this finished.” I answer with a hoarse voice.



Fixing the dragon with my eyes I feel the heart beat of the creature. He has lost way to much blood, he would die a slowly and lonely death. I will end his pain. The frost shock is holding him unmovable on the ground. Sending out my thoughts into the mind of the dragon, I try to calm him down. 'I'm sorry, but you are not allowed to live. You are a danger, and I have to take care of you.' Swinging open a scab I take one of the daggers in my right hand. 'I'm sorry, forgive me...' A bloody tear falls from my eyes, the shame about my feelings and what I am are taking over. I have to end this! Now! Striking out, my dagger crushes into the beating heart, pumping out a spate of thick and hot blood. The breathing chest slows down, the expression on the dragons face freezes. The nightmare is dead. To delete all traces of the fight, I set the dragon on fire, burning him to ashes, every trace of blood in the fight area is cleaned up in this hell fire.



Crushing down on the floor, I cover my face with my hands. I can't look into Eiael's eyes, I don't want to see the hate and fear in his eyes that everyone in the past has shown by seeing me acting like that. I sob into my hands, unable to move or think anymore. My cheeks are red in shame and I'm feeling guilty by my own feelings pulsing through my veines. I feel aroused, desire is poisoning my heart, craving for some tenderness.



A hand sliding to my bloody and messed up hair makes me shiver. Feeling the caressing hand sliding down my back let me fall into the warmth of Eiael's arms. “Let's go and find a better place to rest.” Eiael's voice becalms me. He picks me up and jumps back into the black sky, bathing the both of us in silvery moonlight. My hungry heart aches and begs for his touch, for his kiss, feeling the ditersiveness of his love again, burning my sins and the blood on my hands in the fire of our lust. After a short flight we arrive at an apartment terrace on the top of a huge building. He walks to the door leading inside a combination of Living room and bed room. Walking inside, I realize a huge bed on the left side, a sofa on the right side, a radio, no television, but some really nice pictures on the walls. Eiael moves straight on to the bathroom door and let me sit down on the toilette, to turn around and make the bath tube ready for me.



“Can you bath yourself, or do you need help? If not, I will see if I can get something to eat for us.” he looks at me like with this gorgeous golden eyes, hypnotizing me.



“I think I can do it by myself.” I smile back to him, while I'm starting to get off my clothes.



“Fine. When you are ready, come over to the kitchen. You look like you are hungry...” his voice suddenly sounds a little bit darker, more erotic, like he doesn't mean hungry for food.... Leaving me breathless behind, he shut the door behind him.



Sinking into the hot water I close my eyes. The hot water is washing away the blood from my cream white skin, but the sins are still there. Lines are running through my head. And pictures are floating my mind.



'Someone left the fire burning

they burning deep into the night,

finger of flames, that reach for brushwood

have kindled flashes of fire.'



My soul is fire, my heart is blaze, I can't deny that my body is longing for release in the cold and calm touch of him... My mind spins in memories, me underneath him, his every single hot touch, his every single arousing kiss, my body is burning and screaming for him, right now. I'm hard and there is no way to calm this down... except to love him, to let him make love to me...



I moan by the memories of the only night we had together, hot and intense, my blood is poisoned by his magical love, I need him, to tame me... the hungry beast inside me... to burn me to ashes, my shelters melting in the heat of the night, melting in the heat of our desires... is it love? I only know I need him, like the air around me to breath, he is the only one to make me pant for air, to scream out his name in pure lust. He is the only one that makes me feel loved, needed, makes me willing to do everything for him, just to feel him touch me, kissing me, loving me ….



I sink under the water to get my hair wet, to get it cleaned from the blood. Using his shampoo makes me only more cry out for him. His shampoo smells like sandal wood, his essence I will never forget, burnt into my mind for eternity. Like the first love you never forget...



The pictures in my mind are more that I can take, so I decide to get out of the bath. Wrapping a towel around my hips I leave the bathroom, leaving my blood covered armor behind for tonight.