Quindecim

Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice

Rating: K+

Characters: Drake S. Dave S. Alistair S. (OC) Amanda J. (OC)

Authoress Ramblings: Welcome to the first real chapter of Quindecim. I promised a sequel didn't I? This one may or may not be updated as fast as Parasite. Also...it may become dark...I've been in a dark mood...


Drake was laying on the couch in the penthouse he shared with his boyfriend, Dave Stutler. Said boyfriend was at school. Drake was bored, Dave usually entertained him when he got like this. Amanda was no longer able to sufficiently entertain him, but when Dave was at school Drake was forced to seek out his own entertainment, or demand it from Amanda. Amanda would just tell him to go watch a movie or something. He actually owned more movies than his box sets now that Dave lived with him, Dave wasn't nearly as appreciative of Drake's ego inflating as Drake's ego was. He called his driver to bring a car around. He'd go pick Dave up and maybe go out to eat.

Dave leaned over the center console and kissed Drake.

"I thought I told you I didn't need you to pick me up." "You did. I wanted to."

Drake returned the kiss.

"Where do you want to eat?"

Dave named a restaurant and Drake nodded.


Drake dropped Dave at his lab, then headed for the Arcana Cabana for a lesson with Veronica.

Veronica was tending the shop while Balthazar was at Dave's lab. She looked up from the counter when Drake entered. His custom shoes made a distinct sound on the hardwood floors of the shop. Normal soles on high heels like Drake's were rubber, Drake's were leather, like Balthazar and Dave's pointy shoes.

"You're early." She smiled at her apprentice.


Drake helped Veronica close the shop whenever he was around at the end of the day, Balthazar and Dave would usually come in while Drake was locking the display case in the counter, while Veronica attempted to start dinner, Balthazar would dash up the stairs to take over cooking, Drake would sneak a kiss from Dave and the couple would finish cleaning the shop. The couple would stay for dinner and then head home. It had started when Drake started staying until Balthazar got back, when there had been a series of robberies in the area. Veronica had insisted that he didn't need to stay, but he had, and just minutes after she had said she didn't need him, a man had entered the shop through the back entrance, the one closest to the stairs to the apartment above. Veronica picked up a broom, and Drake, a sword from a display, and they moved to the back, where the intruder was. Veronica yelped as the intruder snapped the broom handle, and then drew a gun, aiming it at her. Drake dropped the sword, the intruder turned towards the noise, and Drake took the opportunity to grab the gun. Drake held it steady, aiming at the intruder, holding him in place while Veronica called the police. When she'd told Balthazar and Dave, Dave had hugged him and Balthazar thanked him.


Drake was walking home when he felt the chill. The chill that signaled the presence of his former master.

"Hello, brat." The accent was different, Alistair had always been a master of disguise, and his normal noble English accent rarely made an appearance anymore, which was odd, because he'd been fond of reminding Drake he was an ancestor of the Queen of England, and a higher class than Drake, who'd been born lower class. Drake turned up his collar, and continued walking. He wasn't too far from Arcana Cabana, he could turn and run, he was in better shape than Alistair, he could outrun him. He turned and ran, he made it to the steps of the shop when he was stopped by an invisible wall, he hit it with such force that he blacked out.