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Sianna
Enigma
Chapter 3
Trent Insetle watched Jake wrap bandages around healing wounds on the young girl. He was slightly disturbed when he saw her, for she did not look anything human or witch—or vampire, for that matter. Her silver hair was long enough to go down to her knees, but she was short; most likely five foot two. Her eyes were different, white with a pearl coating that flashed colors. And her wounds had begun healing faster than a human once they were cleaned. He did not know what she was.
"Who—and what—are you?" he asked finally, raising her blue eyes to hers challenging.
"My name is Sandrine Transinale, a Thin Blood Dragoness," she stated coolly, eyes holding his.
Trent was running his hand through blond hair when she spoke, but stopped suddenly. "A Dragoness? As in Dragon, correct?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. No way could she be what he thought she was, it wasn't possible.
Her eyes lowered as if she were nervous as she gave a slight nod. "Yes, as in a Dragon."
His hand fell and he looked towards Jake, his best friend and sister's boyfriend. "You pick some discombobulating people off the streets, Jake." He turned back to San. "You can't be a Dragoness, Dragon's were put to sleep decades ago."
The girl's eyebrows rose as she tilted her head to look at him. "Trent, I am a Dragoness. We weren't put to sleep—we were exiled to another realm. We've lived there ever since." Her voice had hushed at the last part.
"But—"
"But what? We were exiled to another realm, the Dragon Realm, away from the Human one. All because we lived differently. The Dragon Realm is awful, too. It's filled with prejudice, aristocrats… Its just plain awful." Her face filled with horror and shame from living in there for her whole life.
"I'm sorry," Trent began to say.
"Don't be." It was all she said.
"Wait… don't Dragon's have horns? I read somewhere that they did…"
San's iridescent met his eyes as she spoke. "Yes, we used to. The Old Dragon's did; we have evolved to become more… intelligent. Why should we show our weakness to a simple minded being when they should already know what our weakness is—if they're even strong enough to last a few moments in a one-on-one battle."
Trent took the explanation silently.
Jake had been intently quiet while he bandaged up San's arms and hands, and remained that way, too. Until the bedroom door opened and Trent's sister walked through the door. Slyve's eyes immediately fell across her boyfriend, and when she didn't smile, Trent knew something was wrong. She revealed who was behind her, and everyone except Sandrine stared.
Jahn Dranth looked 100% dangerous, as always. Her extremely long hair was choppy, never the same size except for the back. From a widows peak it kept her face mostly hidden, only showing the black lipstick and a glint of red eyes. Her black tube-top and leather pants revealed as much as it hid, and Trent knew there were multiple daggers hidden throughout the outfit that was hidden to the eye—he knew a lot about his soulmate, actually. A green vine surrounded her right bicep, and a necklace of the Guardian hung around her neck on a leather cord.
She was exceptionally beautiful. Even though she was a vampire, they weren't supposed to look like she did. And Trent knew it was the Guardian blood in her that kept her that way, too.
Jahn gave a slight nod to each person in turn, but stopped suddenly when she faced Sandrine. "Sandrine Transinale, I presume?" she said in a friendly, flowing voice.
The Dragoness sized up Jahn immediately, obviously sensing danger from every direction. "Who're you?" she asked quietly.
"The Guardian of Long Beach, Hun," Jahn said, smiling wickedly. She walked until she was in front of the silver haired girl and looked down at her while the other looked up.
"Who is…?"
"Jahn Dranth," she said, her voice never giving to annoyance or impatience.
"Ok," Sandrine said, nodding as she stared up at the vampire. "By the way…what's a Guardian?"
Not one emotion showed in Jahn's expression. "A Guardian is someone who protects a city from supernatural things, and Long Beach happens to be a hot spot for them."
San pursed her lips together thinking, but nodded.
"So, you're the Dragoness that arrived no longer than an hour ago, correct?" Jahn asked, the changed of subject causing chills to go through the rooms occupants, even though it wasn't even a question.
Sandrine didn't make a move, but Jake stopped rolling a first aid bandage around her bicep. "Why?" Her voice took a deadly change that the witches in the room didn't know.
A shrug of thin, pale shoulders. "I have a right to know. I have to protect those Humans, Sandrine. I need to know what it is I'm protecting them from." The voice was emotionless, and it sent a chill through Trent's body.
"I'm just a low born Dragoness, Jahn. I'm practically powerless."
"Powerless, Transinale? You sure as hell are powerful. Or else Anjasina wouldn't have called me here to look for you." Her red eyes narrowed to two red slits. "I still can't believe you struck her with your power," she added darkly.
San remained quiet as she stared upwards at Jahn, looking as innocent as an angel.
After a few moments of complete and utter silence, the girl said, "So, mind explaining your escape before I kill you."
The iridescent eyes stared up and met the red ones, and green flashed through them. "Sure. Make yourself comfortable."
Jahn glanced at Trent as she sat down next to him, keeping all skin contact to a zero. She then turned and gave her full attention to the young Dragoness in the room. Trent sat back in his chair and watched intently as Jake pulled Slyve to him as he sat on the bed next to Sandrine.
"You see, once a month a portal opens between our worlds—never in the same place. I found out where it would be, and when it would end. I planned an escape route with a friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, but they couldn't come with me—family reasons. On the last night of the portal, which was tonight, I tried our plan. I almost died before I made it into the forest because I was careless going by the guards…" Her voice faded as the memories overtook her, yet it never stopped as the haunting voice stirred mental images of the things she went through during her last minutes in her home realm.