Claudia Garcia: What? You're saying you don't want some Danielle x Jake action? Darn! Now I've gotta rewrite the whole story… (Just kidding)

Once again, I don't own American Dragon: Jake Long. But I do own that devious little dragoness, Danielle.

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Former member of the Dragon Council, the one and only Chang, was waiting patiently by the telephone. She seemed so serene it was almost unsettling. She was enjoying the evening in New York City's finest hotel in the best suite available, free of charge. To her right, the gossamer curtains had been drawn aside and through the spotless glass she could see the darkened cityscape. It was an empire of concrete, glass and neon lights.

'An empire without its protector,' Chang observed wickedly. 'It will be a wonderful gift to prove my allegiance to my master.'

She knew without a trace of doubt that the American Dragon had deserted his post. The Huntsgirl made for an excellent distraction. Chang knew he cared for the young huntress and that she returned his affections to some extent. The press—the other press—had somehow gotten wind of events on the Huntsclan's Grand Equinox Hunt. It had been big news. The papers hailed the American Dragon as a hero and "a true inspiration to magical creatures everywhere". He gained much respect and support from the Dragon Council and his peers. Huntsman was almost ruined and it took much work for him to regain his power of intimidation. Though the Huntsclan had yet to make a full recovery from the blow, it was certain Huntsgirl would never see the battlefield again.

Chang had been disgusted by it and her master was infuriated. A few of the American Dragon's enemies had grown so irritated with his triumph that they sought to stain his spotless reputation. That was when the tabloids started printing juicy stories hinting at possible romantic connections between the Huntsgirl and the American Dragon. It was a wonderful scandal and even the American Dragon's supporters had been intrigued by it.

The tabloids had managed to make the dragon squirm and that was when Chang's master, the Dark Dragon, had hatched a terribly nasty plot.

In Chang's lap, the cover of The Magik Times (New York City's paper) screamed "HUNTSGIRL CAPTURED!" The article gave sketchy details and was basically a recount of recent Huntsclan activity and a summary of the Grand Equinox Hunt. Of course, Chang knew about Huntsgirl's capture as it was happening.

Now Chang lounged in comfortable easy chair within her enemy's territory and he wasn't there to protect it from her master. Yet, she couldn't relax. Not until the call came. She glanced at the phone, as if looking at it would make the device suddenly spring to life. She picked up the newspaper from her lap and began to flip through it.

Nearly an hour later, while Chang was halfway through an article on the wizard Penderas's latest business venture, the phone rang. She knew who it was without even glancing at the caller ID. She waited and on the third chime, she picked up the receiver.

"Red took the bait."

That was all that was said. The dial tone buzzed annoyingly in her ear. Chang pressed a button on the cradle and followed it up with a combination of numbers. After three rings, a click on the other end of the line informed Chang she could speak.

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Short chapter. I know…

Seriously though, you didn't expect a snobbish dragoness to be the best I could dish out…