Dragon Eyes

Hey everyone this is a pairing between Max and an OC named Felina. Sherrilyn Kenyon is my favourite author and this is a tribute to her were-hunter books.

Enjoy 3

The sound of chalk scratching the surface of the black board sent a chill up the spins of those whose eyes slowly drooped. Subtle snores hummed in the air, as the professor sang about the epics of old. The only excitement Felina Carys ever gets. Her fingers pushing and pulling the pen as she wrote down paraphrases of the professors' notes; it was all she could do. Abruptly the professor turned and all became alert as he then asked what are the remains of the mythological war of Troy. Looking around Felina roused her hand and spoke in a monotone voice.

"Epics, the only one that actually mentions the action of the war is Homer's Iliad," Felina gestured to the book that lay in front of her along with a note book filled with notes and doodles.

The class looked at Felina with quizzical looks as she sat there staring at her professor, challenging him with her arms over her chest and eyes flashing with knowledge. The professor smiled gingerly as he turned back to the board and continued on with the lesson. The hour went by at a gruelling pace while people moaned as if time was causing them physical pain, and maybe it was because of Felina's pert ass was going numb. At the end the professor called Felina to his desk.

"Miss Carys, may I ask why you are even in the beginners Classics class?"

"I truthfully don't know, it seemed like a good class to take so I can get my roots in then continue from there," she said with a shrug. Though that's she said the professor heaved a breath and looked at her sternly.

"I'm transferring you to Professor Julian Alexander's class for a month, if you decide to take the challenge and actually like that better, then you stay in that class, otherwise your knowledge will be wasted in my class," he said rather harshly. Felina mauled over the challenge that her professor presented to her.

Staring at her professor she nodded, "Fine I'll give it a whirl, what could really honestly happen?"

Swinging her pack onto her shoulder Felina walked out with a grim frown. While she walked she stopped by the classroom where Professor Alexander had the attention of the whole class. Girls were lining up in the first row just to be able to talk to him. They were every where, how was anyone suppose to pay attention with all the giggling going on. It's gonna be her own personal hell. As her gaze moved to the Professor, and she had to agree he was good looking but a he looked to much like a dad then a love interest. Poor guy always surrounded by women.

Walking away Felina, sauntered to the double doors that led to a large parking lot. The sun shined brightly to the west with the intent to put a smile on everyone's face. She however remained stoic and walked through the lot to a beautiful ocean blue motorcycle that held the embedded symbol of the Scorpio. She swung her legs around it and straddled the slick black seat, turning the key happily the GSXR growled to life. A devilish smile curved onto Felina's face while revving the engine and started out of the lot. The wind brushed through her short tresses of hair, and her glasses blocking any wind from obstructing her view. As soon as she was on the road, Felina headed toward Ursuline road to get to work.

Sanctuary, truly one of the only places she considered home. It was a biker bar, with a rough wooden exterior and a smokey don't-mess-with-us interior. It was home to many people, mainly the Peltier who had adopted some strays like her into their family. Swiping her bike into park, she got off and headed up the steps. On the porch she could see that two men stood at the front doors, looking for a reason to fight, the tallest had long curly hair, and a sharp brutish jaw line that begged all woman to nibble it, Dev Peltier was the meaning of strength as he had the temperament of a bear, the second was his oldest brother Cherif, he was equally as intimidating but had a light hearted air that made it comfortable to talk to him, heck everyone in the bar was easy to talk to. They all were like a big cozy family that had no trouble, besides one, Remi, he was a pain in everyone's ass. Waving at the two oldest quads, Felina smiled.

"Hey boyo's is it a hectic evening tonight?"

"See for yourself Kitten," Dev thumbed toward the door.

"Don't worry just call one of us and we'll come running to save our kitten," Cherif teased patting Felinas head. Growling, Felina snapped at his hand playfully clicking her teeth together. She walked past the boys as the laughed. Through the doors all Felina could see were drunkard men and women oogling the waiters and waitresses of Sanctuary. Looking over the crowd of people Felina waved her arm, catching the notice of a tall blonde woman. She had striking green eyes much like Felina's but hers seemed to glow with a profound wisdom very few really possessed. Felina respected that, now a days women had little in the ways of knowledge, and had replaced that knowledge with dirty fighting and ditzy demeanours.

Squeezing out of the crowd Felina greeted her greek friend. "How's the war against our patrons Sam?"

The woman laughed heartily, "The war has just begun," she grinned as she swept by and brought out some drinks. Smiling Felina ran into the back to get into her work clothes. The place was vibrating with life as many different patrons entered and exited the bar. Some came through the front but some came from the back through double doors that led to a the Peltier house. They had free run of the place, but had strict rules to the behaviour of some of their more unusual patrons. These unusual patrons had an air of hostility that ran shocks of fear through her entire vertebra. They all oozed with an aura that would make even Stephen King have nightmares.

Entering a small room that had a sign for the employees, she started stripping her jeans and sweater. Felina opened her locker to find her uniform. Rustling roused Felina's ears as she darted her eyes from side to side as the source was unbeknownst to her. With her hearing sharpened Felina dressed with reserve, slowly pulling down her tank top her with muscles tense so she would be ready to take a blow if something were to arise. Hesitantly, Felina exited the locker room and was on her way to the main bar when she bumped into a large man that stood before her.

"Oh," Felina stumbled back in her high heels, "I am so sorry sir I…" Felina looked up to see piercing blue eyes stare down at her, a mope of blond hair tied in a ponytail. He was gorgeous, but by the hunger of his stare she knew he was bad news. He started to reach for her, she slapped his hand away.

"It's not polite to grab a lady when you don't even know her name," Felina said sternly, sizing him up and walked by. Entering the bar all she could see was a bloody brawl, men tore at each other's throat, the women fought off large men as they tried to snap at their children. Then man that she bumped into grabbed her shoulder, she twisted out of his grip to land a solid kick to his jaw. She looked over at the children as men stalked toward them, her blood began to boil at the though of them being hurt. Growling low in her throat Felina made a B line for the men punching and kicking people out of her way.

"Hey boy's," she hollered in a teasing voice. The men turned as she jutted out her hip and flipped her hair. "Now I know you guys aren't gonna hurt those kids now are ya."

"Felina leave, run," Sam yelled as she hacked at one man.

"No can do big sis," Felina ran at the men, lunging onto one and landing a solid blow to his face knocking him out cold. The next man flung her off him and into the wall where she rebounded and punched him in the gut, she twirled around and elbowed him to the ground. One man grabbed him from behind as a woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes charged at her with a long sword. She quickly knocked the sword out of the woman hands and used her heel to step on the mans foot. When she was released, Felina took the sword and began using it.

Sam stared in awe as she saw Felina kicking the living shit out the daimons. Daimons were strong immortals who were once followers of Apollo that were then cursed by their creator. Grinning with pride Sam continued to fight off her current opponent. Slicing and dicing away, moving toward her husband Dev. He herald a daimon to the wall while still clutching its throat. It seemed like they were winning when all the bastardly daimons disappeared.

Everyone seemed confused as the wiped their hands on their torn jeans and helped those who were fighting on the ground, to the feet muttering suspicions. Sam walked to Dev and placed a concerning touch on her shoulder.

"Where'd they go?" Dev asked as he wrapped an arm around Sam's waist.

"I don't have a clue," Sam said as she looked around, then spotted a bloody yet standing Felina. A gasp escaped her lips as Felina walked toward the.

Felina staggered toward the two, as a gash lay waste to her arm. She grinned up at the two then proceeded to ask, "Should I know what those things were, considering I work here?" her tone dry, she cupped her arm as she walked past them.

The loud shriek by Aimee drew all eyes to the center of the bar, she looked horrified as she saw the blood that painted the walls, but worse at the blood the painted Felina.

"Who let her fight? Felina you should have run, what were you thinking?" Aimee yelled as she examined Felina head to toe. Everyone in the bar fell silent. Everyone knew that no human was to see anything out of the ordinary, and they were certainly not ordinary, hell half of them seem to be the offspring of Hades himselves.

"Aimee I'm okay, just a gash about the size of my hand," Felina rolled her eyes pulling herself away.

Felina stumbled back, her head felt like it was going to fly into the sky. Either she was having a really bad trip or she was losing too much blood. She fell to her knees, and as her vision blurred she saw everyone rush to her side. Then a tall blonde with bright blue eyes was standing over her, no he wasn't standing over her, but rather carrying her to the Peltier House in the back. No one was aloud back their but the unusual people who seemed like their always running. Well Felina doesn't run from anything, much like her foremothers she was brought up to be self-dependent, no one not even family was to be trusted.

Struggling, Felina tried to worm herself free of his iron grip. He seemed to be masking something as he smoothed her brow, assuring her he was a friend. Highly doubting it considering in her hazy gaze he looked like one of those things she had been fighting not moments ago. She continued to struggle until they enter a room were the smell of sanitation and lots of rubbing alcohol were stored. The man placed her on a cold metal slab. Felina froze as scene from horror movies played in her head. Letting lose her arm, Felina swung a punch to her unbeknownst rescuer. He lightly took her hand and kissed her knuckles, she the blacked out.

The next minute Felina was in a medical room the next in her own home, in her too small bed. She looked at the rising sun through her french blinds, with no recollection of the night before she sat up. Searing pain hit her hard as she cupped her arm, holding it she saw the stitches and froze.

'What happened last night?' Felina questioned as she examined her stitching. Holding her head she tried to think of what would cause her to have a huge gash and stitches. Partying? A fight? Or maybe wild and erotic sex? Felina moved to step off her bed, but her slippers weren't there. "Fuck!" she snapped.

Racing across her cold wood floor she opened her door into a large loft. Its windows looked out onto the French quarter of New Orleans. Felina may have issues with security but she loved looking out at all the lights and the multiple scents helped ease her mind. Breathing in the aroma of cinnamon, Felina walked to a small gathering of pillows and sat down. Meditation would help her remember, she hoped.

Crossing her legs, Felina went to work. She remembered leaving the university then heading somewhere, a workplace maybe. Her breathing steadied as the ribbon of darkness started to unwind as she to see men trying to claw her eyes out, but all too quickly did she dispose of them, thank god to the intense training of self defense and martial arts. She remembered her falling to her knees and bunch at someone with beautiful blue eyes staring at her. Thinking hard, she tried to piece the fragments together.

Then with a pop of her concentration, her phone went off. Groaning, she reluctantly sat up. She was so close. Picking up she growled.

"What?" Felina hissed.

No answer, strange, she hung up then as soon as she heard the click of the receiver did a flow of last nights memories start to play in her head, but so did so many questions. Seeing as how she was already dressed in a tank top and shorts, she grabbed her coat.

'Wait, where's my key?' she cursed under her breath searching her pockets. Sadly she couldn't find them, looks like running's the only option. Slipping into her reeboks, she raced down the stairs and straight for the answers that awaited her.