Twilight

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Any Adventure Quest Characters (Except my own).

Author's note: sorry for the short first chapter. The rest will be longer. And thanks Xenolord for reviewing! Enjoy!

-'Thoughts'

-"Speech"

Ch. 2

The Dracomancer

The two stared at eachother, not saying a word. Fang still pondered why the dragon had not attacked him yet. Perhaps it would just leave him alone…

'Spoke too soon,' he thought dreadfully as the dragon finally rose to its feet and began to close the distance betweenhimself and the injured werewolf. 'Run you idiot!' he shouted to himself, but his legs would not respond. His whole body had simply ceased to move, frozen in fear. His eyes saw the torn and scorched body of the vampire captain and quickly slammed them shut. He was going to end up just like that, fur burned away and body in tatters, he knew it. He clenched his teeth in anticipation, 'This is it…'

However, instead of razor-sharp fangs or searing heat, Fang felt a cold drizzle down his arm and felt warmth spread over him. He opened his eyes and saw the dragon kneeling over his wounded arm and emptying the red contents of a bottle onto the now closing cut. The dragon tossed the now empty bottle away and went back to looting the corpse. Fang stared on in disbelief, 'It… it SAVED me?'

"How do you like that Safiria, I have one of your fire blades and I didn't need to join your pathetic army. Heh."

'Wait a minute… did he just speak?' Fang wondered, now staring at he dragon in awe. Sensing Fang's gaze, the white-scaled beast looked up and smiled at Fang's bewildered face, sharp teeth ran along the upturned muzzle. It wasn't a grin or a smirk, just a casual smile. This seemed to loosen Fang's tongue.

"Th-thank you…" he stammered. The dragon simply nodded and went back to rummaging for anything of value on the corpse. "S-so, does that make us… are you… are you on our side?"

"That depends," the dragon answered, finished emptying the captain's money pouch, "What 'side' are you referring to?"

This answer puzzled Fang, "The lycan brotherhood of course, you did just slay a vampire after all…"

"I serve no army or clan, I serve myself and those who I see fit should live." The dragon replied, sitting down.

"Why would you find me worthy of living?" fang said before realizing that he just said something incredibly stupid.

"Truth be told I saved your life by accident," the dragon admitted with a shrug, "I was simply aiming for the first vampire I saw, and to your good fortune it happened to be this one. As to why I have not attacked you… well, I had no reason to, you did not attack me or show signs of doing so, and I can tell you are not evil because I would have smelled innocent blood on you, so I took pity on you when I saw you were hurt."

Fang sat, turning over what he had just heard in his head. But then, an all-too familiar voice he both hated and feared shattered the silence.

"Demon's blood and broken tree, what wicked creature could this be, that lurks just beyond my sight, hiding in the darkened night? Come, bare your fangs and charge at me, or shall I come in after thee?"

"The Slayer…" Fang whispered. A chill ran up his spine and his fur stood on end.

"E…" the dragon whispered, "Let me reason with him." And with that the dragon stood and closed his eyes in concentration. A blinding aura surrounded him and Fang had to shield his eyes. When he looked back, the dragon was gone. A human had taken its place and was now staring at Fang's gaping face.

'Where did the dragon go? Wait a minute, that IS the dragon!' Fang was staring in awe at the strange human. It had to be him, he wore the same armor, and his eyes are still yellow, and his skin rather pale. His light gray hair was spiked backward and reminded Fang of the horns that protruded from the dragon's head. The human glanced at Fang, motioning for him to be quiet, and pushed his way through the thick foliage.

"Stay your hand nightwatcher, for you hold no quarrel with me, the vampire lord lies dead beyond yonder tree." Said the mysterious human. Fang noted how he spoke like the hunter, 'Did they know eachother?'

"Ah! Guardian from Battleon, come sit with me! It's been far too long!" E said with enthusiasm.

"I would love to catch up on old times, have a bite to eat, and converse in rhymes. But I am in a bit of a hurry you see, I must be off, please don't follow me."

Fang heard the slayer trudge off through the woods with a sigh of relief. The human made his way back to Fang.

"You know the slayer?" he asked.

"We fought off an undead army in Battlon once upon a time." He chuckled. "The way that makes it three you owe me… What is you name anyway? You do have one don't you?" he asked laying on the ground and propping his head up on a nearby tree.

"Fang," he replied, "And who… WHAT are you?" he asked before he could stop himself.

The human rose to his feet and smiled cockily, and as though he had been rehearsing for an occasion like this he said boldly, "I am Drake of the northern hills of Dragonspine, home to my fellow dragons and dracomancers. It is a pleasure to meet you Fang." he said, and stretched out a hand.

"The honor is all mine." Fang answered, rising to his feet and clasping his clawed hand to the metal gauntlet. They shook. Fang smiled at his new friend, a human, no wait, a dracomancer.

Sorry for all the talking, but i needed a fill-in sort of chapter or else i couldn't go anywhere. But don't worry, plenty of action coming up.

-Drake