Chapter 4

"Korbin, I think I know what you are." Dyson spoke.

Dyson's POV"

There was something off about her, I sensed it the moment I saw her. I felt like I knew her from somewhere but I couldn't place where. I was staring at her trying to think of how I knew her.

"Do you hate me or something?" She asked caught me off guard.

"What?" Was my brilliant answer.

"You keep glaring at me from across the room with your arms folded, like you hate me."

I thought it over and almost answered but Trick interrupted by slamming a large stack of books onto the bar.

I watched as she pulled out the first book and coughing at the cloud of dust that erupted from old pages.

I watched as she started reading the book. I took in her appearance, her hair gave off the impression of fire. Her cheeks were tinted a light pink, and her eyes were a brilliant sapphire. Her clothes clung tightly, her body was beautifully curved in all of the right places. She was basically the definition of beauty, that could be part of what she was. But the only thing I could think of was a myth or a legend.

I walked over taking a few of the books and sat on the far end of the bar, as I was pouring over the books. I kept sneaking looks, glad that she never noticed. My wolf wasn't as calm as I was. He was telling me that I knew her and that my wolf knew her too, in another way. It got me and the wolf excited.

30 minutes later she slammed the pile of books she already finished and started yelling.

I immediately got up stepping forward to make sure she wasn't going to attack. As she was ranting I saw her hair just turn fire.

"Are you okay, Korbin." I asked, wondering if she felt the flames engulfing her head. Apparently that was the wrong question.

"No Dyson I am not okay. I have something digging in my back, I'm this stuffy bar reading dusty old books and I've got freaking amnesia and just learned that I'm not human. So I am pretty much far from okay!" She kept taking steps towards me with each step forward. She was hot when she was angry. Of course I didn't say that in case she scorched the entire place.

"You're on fire." I pointed out. I watched she took a step back, and her red face slowly turning back to her pale complexion. She felt around on her head touching her still flaming head. She ran into the bathroom with a loud slam.

"Are we any closer to finding anything about Korbin?" Lauren asked.

"Not even close, doc." Kenzi said before she downed the rest of her beer. I wonder how many she was going to drink before she was wasted.

"If I can get some of her blood I could try and find out more. All I could test was a degraded saliva sample." She said as Trick handed her a beer.

"I can try and coerce her into giving a sample." Bo stood up.

"I can do that, Bo." I stood up.

"Oh yeah?" She challenged.

"I can be very persuasive." I smirked flirtatiously. I didn't give her a chance to retort as I was already walking away.

I didn't bother knocking as I walked in. I saw her blood soaked back and her trying to reach something on it.

"What happened?" I said not taking my eyes off of her. She jumped in surprise but didn't answer so I walked forward and knocking her hands out of the way. I trailed my fingers over her bare back searching for the wound, swallowing thickly, I could feel my wolf trying to fight forward, it was growling at me to take her right there, I didn't understand where these feelings were coming from. I willed him away and focusing on the task at hand. My fingers stopped above her shoulder blade, I pulled what looked like a feather. This must've been what was digging into her back. It was long and elegant even blood soaked. What felt like flashes of a memory came rushing through my mind.

"Come forward, brave warrior." The queen ordered in a commanding and soft voice. I knelt before her throne. She adorned a silver crown with blood-stone and rubies. She was in a long gown resembling fire. She was elegant and beautiful. Nothing less is expected from a Phoenix.

"What do you wish for?" She said staring at me.

"One of your feathers."

"What do you need my feather for, shifter?"

"The Blood King."

Just like that it ended. I don't ever remember that happened, but it was a memory, and it felt like it was real. She looked at me with a facial expression that I couldn't decipher. Her eyes left my face and stared at the bloody feather in my hand. She grabbed the feather letting her fingertips ghost my hand.

"What am I?" She questioned, her voice strained.

Korbin's POV:

I didn't turn around immediately after I felt him pull the last of whatever it was from my back. I was too scared. I felt Dyson tense behind me and I finally turned to see what he had found. It was a feather, soaked with my blood.

"I think I know what you are."

I stared at him. I was feeling so many emotions, the most prominent were, relief, fear and nervousness. I tore my eyes away from his face and onto the feather. I reached forward and grabbed the feather, accidentily brushing my fingers on his in the process. I stared at it, watching as the blood dripped slowly on my finger.

"What am I?" I asked, my strained voice was barley above a whisper.

"Let's get you cleaned up first. Then we'll go out and tell everyone." He said staring at my face, obviously trying his hardest not look down at my uncovered body. Immediatley I covered myself with my arms and turned the other way. He found a rag and got it wet and took the liberty of gently cleaning my back. I closed my eyes, this felt familiar. It felt like we've done this before. Feeling his hands roaming my body teasing me, making shiver and shudder, it felt so familiar, it felt as if I missed it. All too soon he finished and I quickly put on my bustier and jacket. I grabbed the feather and left as quickly as I could with Dyson following suit.

"What happened?" Lauren asked turning on the bar stool.

"I think I've figured out what she is." He pulled the feather from my hand, and I immediately wished he hadn't.

"You wanted her blood to be sure, but I think this is from her other form."

"Which is?" Bo said obviously hating how cryptic he was being as much as I was.

"A phoenix. I'm fairly certain she is a phoenix."

"I can run a DNA test with this feather." She said taking it from Dyson.

"No. I don't want any of you taking it. Phoenix feather is extremely powerful and I don't want the Ash being in possession of it." Trick spoke up slamming the telephone he had in his hand. I relaxed, happy he defended it, I don't think I want anyone having except for me.

"How are we going to make sure?"

"Take the blood off of it. I don't want anyone to have it." I said grabbing a napkin from the bar. I took my feather back and started cleaning it off gently. I handed her the napkin and put my feather in my pocket.

"Who was on the phone?" Bo said.

"One of the Ash's men has informed me that they're ready."

I took a deep breath. I am without a doubt going to die.

A/N: Hi! So thanks for those who decided to follow the story and read it. I would appreciate so much if you would review, constructive criticism, I want to know how I can improve the story and if I should keep going. AND I wanted to know if I should start a few more fanfictions! I have been getting Ideas for them all the time, like Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries, and the one I just started watching, Teen Wolf. Goodbye.