So here's the start of my AU thingy that I came up with one night. A friend of mine asked me if the story had a theme. Well sometimes a story is just a story. At least it starts out that way.
Let me clarify a few things first. This may be the worst idea that I have ever had. The worst. Since the summary (which might change. Probably will change) was terribly vague and foreshadowy I guess, let me do a more clearer summary:
The main character is that asshole Drakath. Here in the modern AU, he's from a family that descended from a noble/royal bloodline and his father (who's still alive and in power) is the puppet head of a very powerful business that, from the shadows, is controlled by an organization.
Prior to the story's events, a massive fire burned through the section of a large city known as Falconreach. The section is named Falconreach I mean. Not the city. (god this sounds really dumb already). The fire nearly destroyed the place. Instead, it left it falling apart and poor. How did this fire start? A crazy arsonist started it and is still on the run. He may have been paid by someone to do it.
Also, a serial killer was recently taken down by the joint efforts of the police force and a bounty hunter. Most of the credit was given to Inspector Tomix and the bounty hunter Zhoom. And yeah.
Sound weird? Yeah, I know. Turn back now.
If you're still interested, read on I guess. It's marked mature and the pairing's at the front so if you like this kind of thing, go ahead.
As a side note to some of my regular readers and reviewers, this isn't mid August isn't it. You're right, it isn't. All of you get early stuff because remember the trip I told you about that was going to delay the coming chapters of the other fics? Well, mid way stuff happened that left myself, some family members and a few friends unable to move very far and we're back early. It sucks for me but great for the people who want more stuff fast. This fic won't update regularly till I'm done with the Darkness Orb Saga in DE but here's a taste I suppose. This is basically a filler before I continue with DE and Tiger/Dragon.
One last note (sorry for the overly long notes), I really don't like Drakath. I don't. I used to not care for him much but now, I want to kill him. But killing him isn't enough. This story is going to make up for the fact that I have to research the shit out of this jerk because of how important he's becoming to the plot of Double Edged. So yeah. That's it. Here's a crap AU (that I guiltily enjoy writing).
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"Welcome home, Drakath sir." The chauffer repeats the same words he had said the year before as the automated iron gates open to the estate. "Your mother will be pleased to see you again."
"Sure sure," I tsk, thinking of how bothersome the greetings will have to be and looking out the shaded window of the car.
Every year this happens. That woman can't go a year without my company and really, I'd rather be at my apartment down town. But no, she insists and cries when I don't come and visit after the semester ends. I wish my father would do something about that but that would involve him talking at length to my mother.
He's lucky mother doesn't like his company very much. God knows how much I'd pay to keep her away for just a bit longer.
"But money isn't much of a problem." I roll down the window of the car and lean out as the chauffer drives down the road through the trees towards the mansion.
The mansion, one of my favourites out of the ones that father owns in this area, stands on an fairly small estate on the coast that had been in my family for only a couple of decades. Surprisingly, it was worth just a little under twelve million.
"Hardly anything." I chuckle and pull out a box of cigarettes from the inside of my lapel as the car drives up to the front of the mansion and stops. I reach into the pocket of my suit jacket for a lighter finding that I had forgotten to bring one. "Lighter." I snap at the chauffer and he scourges around for a lighter in the compartments by the driver's seat. "I'm waiting." I say pointedly as I tap my knee with one of the cigarettes.
"In a moment, sir! I just need to-wait! Here you go, sir." The chauffer turns around and offers me a silver lighter.
I grab the lighter from him and flip it open. I pause for a moment, seeing that the lighter was one of the ones that my father had custom made. I admire the silhouette of a dragon about to strike that was wrapped around the cool metal.
"Sir, if I may," The chauffer coughs as I light the cigarette. "You're mother feels very uncomfortable with smoke and-"
"I didn't give you my go ahead."
"Sir?"
"I didn't say that you may give your opinion. So I'll say it now. Your opinion doesn't matter." I scoff before taking a drag from the cigarette.
"But your mother will worry as well. Sir, I-"
"I know and I honestly don't fucking care. My mother's a dolt and whines too much," I glare at the small small man sitting in the driver's seat. "By the way, how were you going to finish that sentence? Was it something like 'Sir, I think?' There's no need for someone like you to think. Thinking for your kind causes problems and wastes time. For you more than me on the former."
"…Yes, sir." The chauffer turns forward again, voice quieter.
"Remember where you stand in this world. Now get out. I'd like to have a few more moments in my own good company before I have to go see the harpy."
He leaves the car without another word, thank god, and I'm left to a few more minutes to myself. I watch him as he walks towards the front double doors to my home and needed only to rap on it once before a maid opened them. She looks over the chauffer's shoulder and sees the car. The two of them scamper into the mansion and I see a glint of fear in their eyes when they saw I was watching.
"Stupid peasants." I sigh, blowing smoke out the open window as bright sunlight leaks through.
It was good to see their fear and obedience though. Someone, such as myself, who is born on a metaphorical throne shouldn't have to deal with the idiocy of the common. They should know their place under my foot. Such is the natural way of the world.
Fate favoured me. I was born into fortune, opportunity, success and the promise of a future.
"Maybe I should get rid of him," I think out loud and stare out towards the sea behind the mansion. "It'll be annoying to hear him try to speak up again."
I take the cigarette from my mouth, holding it with my index and middle finger, and tap the tip on the outside of the car's door to get rid of the ash before it dirtied the car. I don't really have to, someone will clean it up if they don't want me angered.
*BAM*
Something hits the roof of the car and I cry out, startled.
"What the hell?" I lean out the window to check the top of the car and find someone standing on top.
A person was crouching on the roof of my car like they had just leapt down from somewhere even though there was nothing around to jump down from. Unless…they jumped out a window form the mansion?
It was someone much shorter than me, wearing dirty old jean shorts and a faded red hoodie. The person turns around and looks down at me.
It was some bratty little girl. Black hair, blue eyes and all in all, plain and poor. She was holding a small leafy potted plant in her hands.
"Scuse me," She says, hopping off the car and lands beside my window.
"How did you get here?" I ask, stuttering and still in shock.
"Hmmmm," She leans closer to the window, inspecting me like someone would inspect an interesting animal behind a glass wall. I scoot backwards as far as I could in the car seats, not wanting to be anywhere near a dirty peasant.
Before I could get out of her reach, she grabs my wrist and pulls me closer to the door.
"Get your disgusting hand off of me!" I try shaking her off but her grip was strong; it was way too strong for someone of her size.
"I just want to borrow this." She lets my hand go but catches the still burning cigarette that slipped from my fingers. Without thinking too much on it, she raises the cigarette to her lips and takes a drag as I held my wrist.
"For a call boy, you look pretty average. I'd think the lady of the house would have higher taste but whatever." She comments off handedly, not even bothering to look at me. I feel blood rush to my face from embarrassment and rage. I was going to jump out of the car and strangle her myself but she had already reached into the car and pushed the soiled cigarette back into my hand.
"Well, I'll be off then. I didn't make a dent or scratch in your fancy car it that's why you look like you're going to explode. So relax, guy. I'll be seeing you later. Or not. If I were her, I'd only try you out once just." She winks and dashes away.
"Wha-wha…" I couldn't really process what had just come out of her mouth. By the time I got out of the car with my cellphone ready to call security, as in five seconds after she ran, she was already gone.
The words angry and furious wouldn't do justice in describing how I was feeling. "Murderous" would be somewhat better.
How dare she pay me such disrespect.
No matter what it takes, I'm going to track her down and ruin her.
This won't be that last time we meet. The last time we meet, it'll end with you dead.
There. Prologue's done. Rereading this thing is painful.
This was posted on my tumblr first btw. It was for my beta's who lived far away. They suggested the AU and got their way. Oh how they will rue this day.
This AU is going to have a lot of headcannons, especially ones about Drakath's parents.
My beta's have the whole outline of the story and they've all told me to go tie myself to a rock and jump off a cliff for what I am going to write. They said they meant it in the best possible way (what?).
Anyways, if you want to review this really short prologue or give your first thoughts, go for it. Now let me down some pain killers. Oh boy. At least I'm not like my artist friend that isn't Electronelle. (He can move his legs but he can't art well. That poor boy).