Hello everyone! Here be Chapter TEN!

Woah... we're into the double digits already! Holeh smokes...

WELL I WONT KEEP YOU WAITING! The last chapter was... well... kinda revealing a little but not much, this one is more fun! xD Funny Funny Fun Fun! ^_^

DISCLAIMER #15000: I DO NOT EFFING OWN DRAGONHEART! I only own Becca, Daray (the idiot) and the plot for this particular fanfiction. IT IS A FANFICTION OKAY! If I owned DragonHeart, DRACO NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED IN THE FIRST PLACE... SO THERE! BUT I DON'T... SO EVEN MORE THERE!

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Chapter 10: Bloody Knuckles

Becca walked slowly through the darkening forest, her two short legs burning from tiredness and her eyes droopy and unfocused. Several hours before she had been lying by that river, laughing maniacally at a black wolf she now knew to be Daray. Yet at this moment she just felt like shrieking with hunger for the whole world to hear. Her arm throbbed annoyingly, though it was healed it was bruised heavily and the healing was slowed due to the shock of the silver.

She had decided, rather recklessly, to go off in search of Drake. Feeling that he would at least listen to her and believe her stories about how Daray really was evil and that he was out to kill her and possibly Drake as well. Becca clung helplessly onto this last thread of hope, so much in fact that she was sure, if Drake didn't listen to her the same way Geoff did, then she would surely go insane and kill Daray herself, not like anything was stopping her in the first place.

Her foot caught in the thick root of a tree and she stumbled forward, yelping she braced herself on a nearby trunk and waited to catch her breath. Having traveled since the previous night, she was well worn out and ready to collapse out of exhaustion.

Heh, why is it I always end up exhausted and tired whenever things start to go wrong? She jested to herself with a bitter tone. Moving onwards she found herself suddenly climbing the rise of a small rocky hill, her feet slipping on the gravelly earth and her breath coming in shallow huffs. Becca made it nearly to the top when her legs gave out on her and her body came crashing to the ground roughly, but she was too worn out to cry out with pain. Her vision clouded and her body became warm and fuzzy, so tired and too blasted to care, Becca allowed her sight to dim and her eyes to close.

"Becca? Becca?" a distant voice was penetrating her rest; Becca swatted it away angrily and turned over onto her side with a loud sigh. I want to sleep… go away before I smack you with a frying pan!

Something sharp nudged her shoulder gently, "Becca, you have to get up! You'll get sick if you lie out here all night!" the voice didn't seem to know when or how to give up. Becca groaned and covered her ears with her hands, ignoring the constant probing in her side with that sharp whateveritwas, she snorted once and tried to go back to sleep.

"BECCA! GET UP THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME I'LL PUSH YOU OVER THIS CLIFF MYSELF!" the roar in her ear jolted Becca out of her sleep-haze with such ferocity that she screamed and nearly rolled off the cliff she was sleeping so precariously next to. Stopping herself before she went clean over the edge, Becca stared down at the forest below and breathed heavily for a moment, trying to calm her racing heart. Glancing upwards she stared into the large scaly face of Drake, who was sitting off to her left with a rather disinterested look upon his face. She brushed a messy strand of her honey-blonde hair from her eyes and glared venomously at him.

"What was that for? I was sleeping you scatterbrained badger! I practically shit BRICKS when you screeched at me like that!" she snapped, pulling herself from the cliff's edge and rolling back up so she was sitting cross-legged in front of the dragon.

Drake narrowed his eyes and fanned his wings, "I didn't want you to look as stupid as you did with your face pressed into the ground, breathing in dust and dirt!" he retorted just as angrily, raising his head proudly.

Both of them stared at each other for a few heartbeats, each silent in each other's word. Then the two of them spontaneously burst out laughing at the exact same moment.

"Touché! Brilliantly done my dear! You have learned!" Becca squealed through breaths, holding her stomach and howling.

The dragon slapped his tail against the rock face, "You should. Have. Seen. Your face! Haha!" Drake scoffed and reeled onto his side, his laughter loud enough to be heard at the bottom of the cliff by a pair of frightened deer, who dashed into the trees in terror.

Becca snorted, "You actually looked soooo mad! I thought you were about to torch me-eeheeeheeehehehee!" and her last letter turned into yet another fit of wheezy giggling and screeching. The two of them were, by now, lying on their backs, writhing with laughter.

After their laughing abated to short chuckles every now and again, Becca rose and dusted off her tunic and her pants, checking to make sure her little dagger was still in it's sheathe around her ankle. Once she was sure it was there, Becca straightened herself out and sat on a nearby rock, facing Drake she put her hand to her chin and rested it on her knee. Drake lay down close to her and hummed quietly, his greenish-copper scales shone faintly in the mid-morning sun, making Becca think fondly of Draco.

"So what are you doing up here Becca? Geoff and Daray are looking high and low for you! I thought you would go north so I came here," explained the young dragon, cocking his head, "And I did find you! Why aren't you with Geoff and Daray?"

Looking away, Becca frowned, "I'm sorry Drake, I cannot be with them anymore," she nearly slapped herself for how cheesy and cliché that sounded.

He blinked, "But why? You and Geoff and I are friends! Aren't we?" even his tone made Becca want to just jump up and hug him, start sobbing into his neck and tell him everything like a frightened little girl. Yet she stayed where she was, and, although her voice shook the next time she spoke, she remained as calm as she could.

"Drake, I'm afraid I have bad news," she mumbled slowly, trying to put words together as carefully as she could.

"What kind of bad news?" inquired the dragon.

Becca bit her lip, "Daray is out to kill me, and possibly you too. A few nights ago I was following their party, and when I snuck up behind his tent I heard him say that he wanted us both dead. I tried to tell Geoff but he wouldn't listen!" her eyes began to tear up but she wouldn't allow it, stifling the tears by biting on the inside of her cheek. "Daray almost managed to kill me… he had a silver dagger to me, but only managed to cut my arm with it," she motioned to her bruising arm and sighed heavily, "I don't know why he's after us, but if Geoff wouldn't listen I wanted to come and tell you! Geoff has fallen under Daray's 'charms', if you can even call them that, and refuses to listen to anything spoken against that monster!"

Now those last few sentences aren't exactly true are they? I do know why he's after us… he's a bloomin' reincarnation of an evil tyrant king out to kill me for helping in his demise. He wants to kill you because you're the descendant of the dragon who helped me and the knight destroy him! She thought gloomily, yet she didn't want to tell Drake that just yet, he still had to understand her first big set of news.

The dragon sat back, apparently shocked, why wouldn't he be? Becca mused. Drake blinked and opened his mouth, "Are you sure Becca? You didn't just hear something the wrong way? Maybe—"

"I most definitely heard the right thing! Why would I be so sure about this if I hadn't heart it right? Why would I travel two days just to find you and warn you? Why would I give a damn periwinkle rat's ass about Geoff if I didn't care about him to begin with?" she nearly fell off the rock she was sitting on she was so angry.

Drake looked taken aback, "Becca! I believe you! I never liked Daray, he always acted strange around me… and ever since you showed up it's been worse!" the dragon got up and pressed his head around her, comforting her. "Don't worry… we'll get Geoff back, I promise,"

Becca sobbed loudly, her own helplessness finally giving away and she hugged him. The werewolf did not cry, however she wanted to she refused to allow herself to cry, instead she just hugged him tightly, finally feeling heard. The pounding of his great heart in her ear somehow calmed her, though the sound of a heart beating normally scared Becca, this time it was soothing and reassuring.

"Drake?" she asked softly, "I'm scared… I don't know how we can fight them…"

A deep-throated hum resonated through Becca, "Don't worry, we will fly back today and tell them exactly what has happened,"

Though something in his words struck a fear chord in her heart, Becca agreed with Drake with a short nod. After she had calmed herself, she climbed atop Drake and they set out, flying over the forest in search of Daray and Geoff. Becca clutched at the collar of her tunic, feeling an ever-growing sense of dread with each passing wingbeat.

Drake and Becca landed around evening, the sun was setting dimly in the west. Becca leapt off Drake's back as he folded his wings and sighed tiredly, Becca put a hand to his shoulder, he hummed a response and straightened himself out.

It was Becca who had spotted the camp first, just a splotch on the horizon of cleared forest amid the sea of green. She could smell the smoke from their fires, the spicy scent burning in her nostrils heavily. Becca had gotten Drake to land several miles away, so that, and she didn't tell him this, she would have time to think of what to say. However, at least an hour passed when they could see the camp, night had fallen, the crickets chirruped in the grass, and Becca didn't have a clue what she was going to say. Her body shook and the thought of having that silver dagger pointed at her again terrified her out of her mind so badly that she thought she would be sick just with the thought of it.

Just as they were about to enter the camp though, someone shouted and Becca found herself being grabbed firmly from behind. Her arms pinned back by something strong and her front being slammed into the nearest tree. Drake gave a loud roar and tried to come to her rescue, but five more men appeared, each armed with a crossbow, and each aimed at Becca.

"Move to free her, dragon, and she dies here on the spot," came an all-to-familiar voice from the direction of the camp. Daray appeared, a torch flickering at his side and his malevolent face framed in the firelight, those cold eyes boring into Becca. She glared back, and he seemed to be surprised by her new vigor, her eyes held no fear, only fury. He smiled, amused by this.

Drake snarled, "She is immortal! Arrows cannot kill her!" he said smugly.

A peal of laughter pierced the air, "Hah! My dear dragon, I have taken the liberty of fitting each arrow with a silver head. If you continue forward then her body will be riddled with the metal, and she will surely die," stated the man, shrugging in amusement, "it is your choice,"

Drake growled in frustration and backed down, Becca could hear his tail swishing madly over the bushes. Becca could almost picture him narrowing his eyes and glaring angrily at Daray, she mimicked what she saw in her mind with her own face. Daray walked over to her and leaned on the tree, staring down at the furious werewolf with a cocky grin across his face.

"So the wolf returns, ever loyal to her master, to save him from impending doom?" he asked.

Becca sniffed, "That's a dog, and there is a significant difference! I've been telling people this for ages! But will anyone listen? Nooo! They all continue to assume that we're both the same! UGH!" she huffed, not taking her eyes off his.

"I'm sure you have been, but I know this already,"

"Oh of course, why don't you tell your little buddies all about it then?" she smiled when his face fell in despair, "Why don't you 'model your pretty little tail' for them?" he gaped when he realized she had just quoted him, from that night so long ago, that night he had nearly killed her and Master Kwan had barely been able to bring her back from the brink of death.

She saw his fist clench and unclench repeatedly, as if he was deciding whether or not to punch her. Becca smiled, and was about to retort again when another rustling burst through to their clearing and Geoff appeared in the ring of torchlight. The boy took one look at Drake, and then to Daray and Becca, and a smile lit up his face. One of those goofy smiles of relief that Becca associated with air-heads and those lovable guys who you just can't hate even though their as dumb as a post sometimes.

"Drake! You found her! Thank you!" he said joyfully to the dragon, who stared at him as if he were seeing a ghost, unable to speak. "Daray? Let her go! She's a friend!"

But Daray did not allow the guard to let go of Becca, the werewolf's eyes became gold, "That's right Daray, let me go," she repeated Geoff's words, her own voice practically dripping with sweet honey.

Daray, by now, had lost all control of himself, he clenched his fist and punched her squarely in the face. The guard holding her jumped back with a cry as she fell away, landing in a briar bush. Daray strode over to her and slapped her in the face, punching her twice more until blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and her face was battered with abuse. Becca didn't cry out at all, she wouldn't allow it.

This isn't bravery, accepting pain. But it's a way to make him mad, and if he's angry, then I'm happy. She thought tiredly, squinting through one yellow eye. Daray bent down and grabbed her by the collar of her tunic, holding her up and readying his hand for another blow.

A loud yell breached Becca's clouded mind, Daray stopped and looked over at Geoff. "What are you doing? Daray have you lost your mind? Stop that!"

Daray just smiled, "Geoff, I'm going to teach you a lesson… a lesson about friends… you can't count on them for anything, and they almost always turn around and stab you in the back!" he slapped Becca in the face and knelt down next to her.

Rolling onto her back, Becca spat in his face, "You're… wrong!" she said, coughing between words, more blood coated her tongue and she gagged. "I asked you… on a cold winter's night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? You answered yes…" she laughed weakly, "Well… you seem to have failed," and with that Daray's anger overflowed and he punched her in the middle of the face, and Becca's world went black.

0_0... WOH... Daray FINALLY showing his true colours in front of Geoff? Ooooh BOY! Where will Chapter 11 bring us?

OH! Before I forget! I would like to let the fans of my story know, Becca makes an appearance in another fanfiction! xD Werewolf tail/butt and all! ^_^ The title of the fanfiction is The Demon and the Angel, written by Dragonlegends (AN AMAZING WRITER and AN AMAZING FANFICTION! GO READ IT! lol) It is an Assassins Creed fanfiction and AWESOME beyond compare!

Here be the link! (if it does not work, then look up Dragonlegends in my Favourite Authors 8D)

.net/s/6738354/1/The_Demon_And_The_Angel

Lol spot Becca! xD Anyways... Please leave a review! (And a cookie if you liked it ^_^)

Thank you for being so loyal and sticking with me up until now! We're almost at the end of the trilogy! ^_^