I laid on my bed sobbing.

Who was she?

Why is she here?

What does Conar like about her that I don't have?

She has mortality. She's not a threat to his life.

And why would he like me anyway?

I'm just an ugly reptile whose DNA got messed up.

Tears streamed down my face onto the pillow my face was buried into.

I'm a threat to his life, unlike anyone else that looks human. Except for Draca.

I sobbed again.

And what if he's scared of my parents?

I don't know.

All I know is I'm not good enough for him.

And I hate life for that reason.

Tears streamed down my eyes and I sniffed.

My stupid reptilian senses had doubled again due to my emotions, so when someone upstairs shut their door quietly, it sounded like it was my own door.

I heard a woman's voice. A woman I'd never heard before, so it must be Conar's…friend.

Lover.

I sobbed at the thought and got up to have a shower, hopefully so I could drain out any noises.

First, everything sounded normal as I walked to the bathroom with my bath soap, but as soon as I shut the door to the bathroom, there was a rustle. Clothes were being taken off.

I tried to hold in tears as I quickly undressed and hopped into the warming shower.

The cold water felt warm against my cold skin and head once I stuck my head into the middle of the water so it ran around my ears.

All the noise was blocked out.

But the tears still came, no matter how hard I tried to keep them in.

Just because he's the only male of my speeches doesn't mean I had to fall in love with him!

But I kept crying while I rubbed on soap and washed my hair.

If this is a nightmare, then it's a very life-like one.

I turned off the water after standing in the shower for more than half an hour.

Water turns into ice, so I don't spend any time near it unless I'm forced to.

I dried myself quickly and dressed in my woollen pyjama pants and top.

Suddenly, feminine moans came from upstairs like they were in my room next door.

He's pleasuring her.

Another moan came. Then another. And another.

My eyes filled with tears so much that I couldn't see in front of me.

I could hear a deep voice whispering to, I'm guessing, the female.

Conar.

My heart ripped itself to pieces and my legs gave way under me.

I moaned at the pain through my chest and cried when it stopped.

I want to die.

Eventually, I crawled back to my bed room and placed my head on the bed side.

There was a huge wet patch there by the time I got up to brush my teeth and slip back into bed.

I can live with out Conar, I lied to myself.

That was the last thought that night.

I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window.

What a nice day.

My thoughts were light until I remembered yesterday…and the couple upstairs.

So this is how people end up committing suicide.

I'm guessing it's around seven in the morning.

Breakfast time. I'm not hungry though.

I dressed in normal day clothes and air walked down to the stretch of land outside, found a tree, summoned a book and sat down.

It was a love story about two lovers. I was up to the bit were one had just died and the other was going to kill themselves. But there must be a twist because I'm only a quarter of the way through, and you can't kill of the main characters.

I read for hours and was surprised when I heard something move next to me.

It was Conar.

My stomach lurched with pain and I stiffed when he sat down next to me.

His sent smelt wonderful…but now it was like eating all the chocolate you could eat. Now, when I smelt him, I felt sick.

He smiled at me and said in his gorgeous voice, "I couldn't help noticing you weren't at dinner last night, or breakfast this morning."

Unlikely.

"Wasn't hungry." I mumbled. I wrapped my arm that wasn't holding my book around my stomach when it twisted, causing me to feel dizzy while pain stabbed me.

Either he was going to have to move soon or I was.

He smiled lightly again. "Did you eat too much while you were away?" Conar teased.

I forced a small smile and turned from him to the other direction to get fresh air.

He recked of an unknown smell. And I hated it. Because it was female.

"I think I'm going to be sick." I muttered, more to myself than Conar.

In one swift movement I got up, vanished my book and ran towards the Keep, holding back tears.

*Trina!* I searched desperately for her, looking around mentally as well as physically.

I could feel Conar getting up to follow me.

*Please…* I whispered.

There was a loud neigh and I turned towards the East end of the Keep.

Trina charged around the corner, her red jewel flaring. And I think I saw fire in her eyes.

But I didn't have time to notice.

Trina pulled me up onto her back with Craft and soared twice as fast as yesterday into the air.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, grateful for the fresh wind blowing at my face, taking my tears and Conar's smell away from me.

*What's wrong?* she asked. Her voice was rough with anger and fear.

*Conar.* I whimpered to her.

I felt compassion, anger, worry and pain go through her line to mine.

Trina stopped so suddenly I jerked off her a bit, and realised we where outside my room.

I slipped off and Trina flicked her head as if buzzing of flies.

*Sabriela wants to meet you in her room tonight.* she turned her head as if listening to someone on the field of grass.

*She say's it's the room above yours.*

It felt like someone punching me in the gut.

So, Sabriela was Conar's…lover.

I gulped.

"Yeah. Okay. Sure." I croaked.

Trina turned back to me and eyed me suspiciously.

*Are you okay?* she asked.

"Yes." I lied.

She nickered and shook her head.

*Let's not keep this conversation to less than ten words, shall we?*

"I don't want to talk about it to you, Trina, please. There – that was more than ten words too."

And with that, I threw a mental shield up to stop her talking to me, and shut the glass doors.

Trina stared at me dumb struck, then shook her head again and rode off.

That night, I skipped dinner again, and headed up to Sabriela's room. I knocked politely and unfortunately, someone opened the door.

I was hoping for no one to answer.

There was a talk woman, a little taller than me, with light red hair who answered my knock. She was tanned, like me, and was very beautiful.

Her smell made me feel like I had to be aggressive towards her, and by the look on her face, she felt the same.

I hate her already.

Bitch!

She narrowed her eyes, which where the colour of sea blue.

Sea blue is now my least favourite colour.

"So you're Larea." She mused.

"Unfortunately." I said in a voice that spoke volumes.

She gave me the 'If looks could kill' stare.

After a few minutes, she stood aside to let me pass.

"You mean no harm, I think, so you can come in." she practically growled.

Millions of years do make people good at things.

Like acting.

"Lucky for you." I hissed.

As soon as I passed her, a smell hit me.

It was musky…there was a lot of sexual tension in here, which went along with what I heard downstairs last night. Her smell stuck out the most to me, like a blue bludge in a black and white picture.

But there was someone else smell too.

Deamonar's!

Mother Night.

I was very surprised.

Deamonar was laid out on the bed so his chest and face was facing us. His face was held up by his arm and he was only wearing shorts.

"Holy shit Deamonar!" my voice didn't lack my surprise.

The women behind me growled at me.

"Don't worry Sabriela. She's not interested in me." So that's Sabriela. Deamonar looked at me with suspicion, "Are you?"

I frowned, revolted.

He's not even cute!

Deamonar beamed at Sabriela.

So it wasn't Conar up here last night…it was Deamonar.

But this woman had her hand on Conar's last night…and for that, I hated her still.

Plus her smell was horrible.

"You wanted to speak to me?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yes," she growled, "I wanted to see if what everyone said was true. Turns out it is."

My eyes narrowed as I glanced at Deamonar who seemed to only notice Sabriela.

"What's true?" I asked.

"If you're a half breed. If your parents are Lorn and his Queen. If you really are as beautiful as my brother says." She eyed me again.

Then looked me up and down.

"Wait. Who's your brother?" I shook my head.

This is too weird.

"Conar, of course. His dad is my dad too." She stood up straight like she wasn't worried about me anymore.

"But do get a half breed like me; you need a Dragon in a human for and a normal Dragon. That means your part Dragon too…."

Oh Mother Night! How many of us where there!

"And I thought Dragon's become in-fertile after there first child."

That's why there are so little Dragons.

"Mmmm…" Sabriela mused. "It's all very hard to explain, but I'll try; our dad had a child with his mum, left her and went to my mum, who's a Blood female, and had two kids with her. So I can't change to a Dragon like you guys can, but I have the age span of Dragons, have Dragon hard skin and have Dragon-spirit."

"But that means there are two of you…" Thank heavens she wasn't a half-breed like me, all we'd be seriously aggressive towards each other. But it explained why we where a little aggressive and why she was defending everything that was hers. It also explained her looks and means that she loves Deamonar. Yuk!

"I have an older brother." She smiled. "He's coming here sometime next week."

I sighed.

Joy.

"I can't believe Lorn and his Queen have a child!" she whispered with excitement. Well, there goes the aggressiveness.

"Hmmm…yes. That does make me the most powerful Dragon half-breed out there doesn't it?" I thought aloud.

"Probably." She smiled.

"Well." I huffed. "This gives me alto to think about."

"Oh!" Sabriela exclaimed, looking at the clock on the wall.

9:28 pm.

"Yes, you probably might want to go now. Sorry about the aggressiveness. Everyone warned me that at first you'd smell…dangerous. That's what stopped me from lashing out at you, but even then I didn't expect it to be so…strong."

I nodded.

I hate my smell.

A few minutes later, I was in my bed, laying there thinking things over.

So why, if those two are half-brother and sister, why where they holding hands?

And that means, Conar wasn't talking about Sabriela two days ago and that wasn't him upstairs with her.

It also means that I probably looked very stupid this morning, when I was next to him.

And, Deamonar and Sabriela are…lovers…

Mother Night and May the Darkness be merciful.

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