Disclaimer: I do not own wings of fire.

Dreamkiller had been many people before, and tricked twice the amount, but she had never felt this guilty. She was giving an innocent dragonet false hope to help herself. Well, it was only herself for the moment, soon enough the world would be notified of her cause. She had hoped it would not come to that, but if she didn't hurry up, it would become a worldwide issue.

She walked back the rundown inn she was staying in and entered her room. With no surprise she found Bloodspiller sitting in her room looking guilty.

"I told you I was going to do this alone," she said once the door was shut. "Alone means don't follow me, Bloodspiller!"

"I know, I know, I was just worried about you."

"Worried about! That's your excuse, you were worried about me. You should be worried about what I'm going to do to you if I find you spying on me again!"

He stared at her. It infuriated her that he had nothing to say about it. She wanted him to argue back, to tell her off, but he didn't. He had changed ever since he left the Pure Eclipse, he had become softer. Becoming softer caused him to follow hr around whenever she was gone longer then a day, and she didn't like it when someone followed her around. She was strong and independent; she didn't need a babysitter.

"I take it I won't like whatever you have planned," he joked.

That was it.

She tackled him to the floor and gripped her claws around his neck. She was going to do; she was going to end him. He tried to roll her off him, but she would not let him. She was going to make him regret every sarcastic remark he ever made.

"I'm sorry Dream, just don't kill me!" he cried.

She decided to show him mercy just this once, for the fifth time this year. She got off him and sat down across from him glaring.

"I told you to watch the dragonets," she stated.

"I know."

"Who's watching them?"

"Storyteller."

"Storyteller is on a mission."

"She got back early, so I asked her to watch them while I go and help you."

She was going to kill both of them.

"Well, I don't need your help, so go home and help Storyteller."

He staired at her, his good eye looking sad. She could tell he was trying to make her feel guilty, but it wouldn't work on her. In his words she was 'heartless'.

Finally, he gave up and rolled his eye.

"You know what, I'm older then you, therefore you can't tell me what to do. I'm staying, end of discussion."

She glared at him, warning him to take back what he said, but he simply glared back.

Bloodspiller looked more intimidating then she did for one reason, he simply looked terrifying. The left side of his face had been burnt, making it look raw and rough. The scales around the targeted point had come off leaving pink skin around his jaw. His eye was forced close by the reformation of his face causing the assassin to loose half his sight. He looked like the monster from younglings nightmares.

Dream was quite proud of her work.

She was getting sick of looking at his face but didn't want to loose the fight. He may be older, but she could easily take him down... Well, easily might be an overstatement.

"Fine!" she yelled. "Just stay out of my way!"

"Don't worry, I don't want to pretend to be an orphan's mother who I murdered. I'm perfectly happy letting her live in reality, you know instead of giving her false hope."

She glared daggers at him, but he was unaffected. They both knew it was essential to play the dragonet, and they both knew it was the wrong thing to do. She was used to ruining dragons lives, so one more couldn't hurt if it would save others.

"Not gonna try to kill me?" he asked.

"No," she said nuzzling up to him, "Not yet."