Unbound no Longer
ISDH
Ch 2
Bo was in the middle of bar fight. Her veris six redcaps. That is six were all that were standing. The room was littered with their weaker cousins. Twenty were their starting number. In other words, Bo was enjoying herself. Whenever she needed a 'pick me up' she would just kiss a redcap, feeding on his bio energy, dropping him from the fight.
Dyson and Hale sat on the Bar, sipping an ale and sharing a bowl of nuts. Every now and again they would make a comment on the fight before them. More often than not they were snide. When Hale's phone rang. The Siren answered, before bolting the last of his brew.
"Yo, Bo! Finish up with your playmates." he dropped off the bar. "Kenzi just did something stupid."
Two more down, the sex-demon turned to the two cops, "What did she do this time?"
"Stole from a dragon." was the answer, causing the whole room to freeze.
"He's back?" one Red Cap about to whack Bo with a stool leg squeaked, before dropping said leg and started dragging the passed out 'Caps to the back room.
"What's so bad about the dragon?" the greenhorn 'life sucker' asked.
"Last time he was through, he ripped the head off the Ash, and crippled the Morrigan." Dyson snarled.
"They looked okay to me." Bo frowned cutely at the cops.
"That was before the current Ash Stepped up and the Current Morrigan slaughtered her Predecessor." Hale opened the Door.
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Trick hung up the Phone. Hale would let EVERYONE know about the dragon…
He placed the Eye in a carved wooden box under the counter, both the ASH and the Morgain would be dropping by shortly, if no other reason then to show that they had no fear of the this Dragon. He did not not need the headache that was coming his way.
He watched the ancient beast act like a teenager, sprawled along the bench under the window, 'it's' head resting in the girls lap as it talked about innain things. So far it had not mentioned the few things that would tickle her fancy, its hoard, power, or personal cash value.
[switching POV from Trick the Blood King who has a low opinion of our OC, to Kenzi]
"So...what do you do for a living?" the gypsy asked, tired of hearing about his travels through the Old Country.
"Hhmm?... Oh I am a Collector." he waved a hand at his bag, just out of her reach, "Relics, Objects of Power, things like that."
"So, not Gold and jewels then."
"Oh you would be surprised. How many Relics and Objects are crafted from rare metals and stones...they just hold Mystic Energy so much better, and of course you loot one piece from the Hoard, you might as well take everything not nailed or glued down."
"So…"
"I keep the good stuff, maybe one in three to five pieces, the rest I sell on the markets," he nodded to himself, "Even one as strong as I am, gets tired of dragging that much junk around. And melting it down would be a sin to the crafting Lords."
"Those bars I saw you pass Trick…"
"Yeah...there are a few works of 'Art'" he made air quotes, "that just need to be introduced to a good blast furnace to remove the impurities...including taste and style of the artist. If possible, include the artist in the furnace too." he shifted his head look into her eyes, "Besides how am I to provide for my Mistress if I do not have the cash flow?"
"Mistress?" the girl squeaked.
"Yes. that is what that bracelet on your wrist means." He grinned up at her, "Many a time I have placed it before a female I found to my liking. Many of them, so called gypsies, It was taken more times than not, but you are the first to put it on within ten minutes of acquiring it. Stealing it would have cost someone a night of sex, when I showed up to collect it, plus penalties. "
"Someone?"
"Well...will be honest with you, what drew me to town was word that a 'subbi' was in play and not playing nice. While you look tasty, you smell 'human dry rubbed in sex'. To use Fea terms, you are the Pet of the Sex Fea I am looking for. You stealing my bracelet gave me an 'in'. I would either get an item removed from my Bucket list, as I come close to kicking said Bucket, or I get a passion filled night with the thief who stole my Heart." He sat up, turning to pin her with his stare. "My first Relic, that is. My Heart. It is part of the ritual. I offer My Heart to a female, if she takes it, a minor interest is there. If she keeps it, we are bonded for Five years." He flashed an open hand at her. "During that time, She is Mistress. Other then sex on a weekly basis, not including the time your body will need to reset, she is my Queen. At the end of Five years, the Heart pops off, I collect it, and go… unless it is stolen again."
The girl just looks at the guy, before turning to the bar. "Yo Barkeep, a bottle of vodka and whatever he's drinking."
