If I ever have Dilandau yell Ray or the name Ray turns up anywhere in this story, I am sorry, I am just so used to that name making it's way through my finger tips, so Ray really means Sierra, sorry if there is ever any confusion, one day when I revise this story, I'll fix it all.
Chapter 4
Sierra trudged along hopelessly following the weaving path of the Dragon Slayers and their master through the market place of the pathetic city the Vione had decided to restock in. It had given the soldiers on board a few days of freedom in which to wander and relax. Training during the periods the fortress used to restock provisions and water were postponed.

They were in the market place and the amount of people astonished her. She never thought that so many people could be in such a small area, and as the sorcerers had kept her isolated and her work was alone, she was unnerved by the bodies pressing in around her causing her to move slower not wanting to touch any of those around her.

Dilandau on the other hand had no problem kicking street urchins who would rob many blind today and carelessly caress the cheeks of prostitutes as the threw themselves in his path promising pleasure, at a price, a discounted price but a price non the less. Dilandau had decided long ago he would never demean himself by paying for pleasure and would never bless these whore's with an accidental get that would entitle them to wealth beyond their dreams. While striding along purposefully, power radiating off of him and his well known appearance, he cleared a path for himself with incredible ease and took little notice of those who follower him.

Sierra made her way around a group of large mercenary attired men who were standing outside a brothel, bargaining with the owner for the services of the whore's inside.

At the moment she passed a young male child ran into her, as if on purpose. She found herself falling and caught herself on one of the mercenaries arms turning to see the child and others holding her change purse, which had little if anything in it, but that was not the point.

She pushed off of the large body behind her to make her way towards the children who instantly scattered, not to their advantage though, the noted the child who held her money and proceeded to begin the hunt.

"Wait moment there girlie." A gruff voice came from behind her as a large hand gripped her forearm pulling her back.

Sierra turned to see a large portion of the men grinning at her, looking her up and down in the most uncomfortable fashion. She tried to pull away but to no avail the man had her in an iron grip.

"Let go." She growled.'

"Like I said wait a minute. You ran into me and for all I know you stole my purse." The man replied.

Sierra looked down at the man's belt where his purse hung on display, she looked back up to meet his eye, "Your purse is intake no let go."

"How do I know that? You may have snuck some of my money into your shirt," he drew a line between her breasts.

Sierra instinctively snapped at him, the one thing she could never change, but could enhance, her fangs.

The man quickly withdrew his hand and Sierra turned to go, but soon found his arms around her waist and he was lifting her off the ground so as to whisper in her ear.

"Fisty, just the way that we like it. Now how about we just look for ourselves to see if you have my money. And if I find any, we can call it even after I have my way with you."

"I don't have your money no let go!" She cried feeling the changes start with her eyes, causing them to go an unearthly white that seemed to glow on their own.

"Sierra?" She heard a familiar voice call causing her to calm down instantly hoping no one had witnessed the changes.

"Where have you been?" She demanded as her commander and his men came into view. "How dare you leave me! I should kill you, you son of a bitch."

"Maybe I should just leave you in your situation." Dilandau snapped breaking through the crowd.

Sierra became quiet in a hurry and sufficed with struggling in the arms of the barbarian who held her.

"Release my charge." Dilandau said to the man.

"And who are you to order me?" The man replied coldly.

"Oh for god sakes don't tell me you've never heard of Lord Dilandau of the Ziabach empire, commander of the Dragon Slayers." Sierra growled.

The man laxed his grip as his comrades hands quickly gripped their weapons.

Sierra had grown impatient with Dilandau's lack of getting her realesed, so she shifted her hands and dug her claws into the man's arm.

He yelped and dropped her.

Sierra landed in a crouch, and spun to face the man, her hands still in their true form. She didn't realize she had done anything wrong until she heard a scream from up in one of the brothels windows.

Sierra raised her eyes to see a woman pointing down at her. Soon other screams were heard as well as the call of the word she always dreaded hearing from those who didn't know her, demon.

"It's a demon." One voice yelled.

"Kill it!" Another called.

"No!" Dilandau yelled standing in front of Sierra. But behind his back a street child came running up and kicked Sierra who hissed in response causing more screams and gasps.

"She tried to eat the child!" A hysterical woman yelled.

"She tried to bite me." The child concured.

"Stop! I order you to stop in the name of the Ziabach empire!" Dilandau yelled but was only ignored as the first rock was throw, to strike Sierra in the thigh. Dilandau looked back at her, seeing fear fill her eyes.

Then it began, another mercenary grabbed her by the arm, picking her up to dangly her above the crowd listening to the cries of 'kill it' and 'send it back to the underworld'.

Sierra kicked the man in the face, not bothering to listen to him howl as she placed a foot on his shoulder and vaulted off of him, just far enough to catch the edge of the roof of the brothel.

She scrambled to catch hold and climb while being pummeled by rocks and other foreign projectiles.

"Sierra!" She heard Dilandau yell as she made her way up and over the roof, only to flee, her emotions taking over her senses and judgment.

She ran for a ways, forever hearing voices bellow, no longer able to distinguish the hostile from the ordinary. She never even noticed those who were following, let along the whoosh of a net being cast towards her.

It wasn't until her arms were pinned to her side and she was falling off of the roof that she even registered the danger, until she hit the cobblestone and the world became black.


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