Chapter 2: Haunting Pasts
A young woman of twenty-five walked quickly along the dark streets of a small town in Wisconsin. She emitted puffs of fog from her mouth as she muttered angrily to herself. She had long blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. She was wearing long tan pants, hot pink heels, and a white coat. She was walking quickly, furious after another of the frequent fights with her husband. They had been married for a little over a year, but it was not a fairytale marriage. Neither had married for love. They had married almost as princes and princesses were, to create alliances, though this was between two groups, not two countries. The agreement was between a group of anti-magic fanatics, who were excellent at tracking magical creatures, and a group of dragon-haters, who were excellent at fighting. The first was called the Anti-Magical Society, the other, the one Rose came from, was called The Huntsclan. When Rose and Ken married, they formed a new group, The Dragon Hunters. This group was the elite, and superior to all other Hunting groups. It combined both of the formerly mentioned organizations strongest traits, creating a superior clan. Already, even though they had only been around for a year, they had killed two dragons. The Australian Dragon and the Iraqi Dragon. (A/N: Don't ask me where I got the countries, I just don't like Fred Nerk, and I couldn't think of another one so I thought I'd just put Iraq's dragon down.) Rose had made both of these kills. This would have made her the Huntsmistress in her old clan, but one agreement in the group's merge was that the leader be male, making her husband the Slayermaster. Rose scowled. She deserved to run the group, since it had been her idea to form the group, her choosing what dragons to attack, and when and where to attack them. All Ken did was except credit for her hard work.
This fight had started because he wanted to move the group to New York City. He told everyone it was a better spot because it was easier find places to hold meetings, and there were large amounts of magical creatures. Everyone in the group had supported him whole-heartedly, everyone but Rose. Since Ken was the Slayermaster, though, he out ruled her. They would be moving the next day. Rose had exploded at her husband after the meeting. Long story short, she had ended up storming off. No in the clan knew Rose had once lived in New York. No one knew anything about her past. No one knew she was in love with the very thing she hunted, that she was in love with the American Dragon.