THE DANCE OF THE DRAGON

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Mya's run had left her satisfied, but eager to go out on the streets for some real action. She had gone back into the house to out on her clothes and weapons. She then teleported herself to Central Park. The air was cool, it blew back her blonde locks and she walked.

She wandered down 5th Ave, hands in her extra coat pockets. She turned left onto East 54th and down to one of her favorite clubs, the Branch. Mya got there right after it opened at ten. She grabbed a drink at the bar, senses alert for any Daimons. After 2 hours, 4 Coronas, and13 guys trying to hit on her, she left. She wandered down Park Ave another hour or so.

Mya mentally groaned in frustration when she reached Union Square Park with not even a whiff of Daimon. Figuring it was going to be another slow night, she jumped up to Harlem just for the hell of it.

The streets were quiet since not many people out at 2 AM. But then suddenly, she found exactly what she was looking for. The scent of many Daimons hit her nose and she quickly found them. They were in the middle of an alley.

She could here the shouts and calls of the Daimons, taunting and laughing and the shouts of their intended victim. When it was just them, the acted all tough and strong. But when she showed up, they ran off as fast as there cursed legs could carry them.

Mya decided to make things a little more interesting. When no one was looking, she jumped over to the other side of the alley. It was blocked by a high wall, but that wasn't about to stop her. With ease, she jumped and swung herself over the wall on one hand; landing with almost no sound. A wicked grin spread over her face. There was a good amount of them, at least 4.

Arugh! Damn it! She mentally cursed at the smell. Rotten things were everywhere and reeking havoc with her nose. If she hadn't been so attune to Daimon's scent, she might have missed them all together. But when she got closer, something surprised her, which was hard to do. She assed the situation quickly with her eyes. A boy, barley in adult hood, was on the ground, bleeding from several wounds. The four Daimons stood around him. But what was most shocking was the dust that surrounded them all. There had been more Daimons and someone had killed them not to long ago. It couldn't have been the boy! She moved on to face the bigger problem. The boy was hurt and was nearly unconscious. The smell of fear rolled of him, almost covering the alley's rotting smell.

Mya moved forward, drawing a dagger into one of chests of the closest Daimon. With a cry, he was noting but dust. The last three wheeled to stare at her.

"Now boys, didn't your mommy teach you not to play with your food before you eat it?" Mya mocked. This was the point where they would either fight or run away in terror and she would be forced to chase them. One pulled out a dagger. She nearly jumped for joy. She ran forward, flashing her fangs. She went for his heart, but he parried her and went for the riposte. She darted away, smiling and laughing.

"Yes! Finally!" The fight she had been waiting for! The others gathered around her, their daggers drawn. She knew that she couldn't win with just her daggers, so she reached behind her and pulled out her weapon that hadn't been used in weeks.

Her staff. Designed by her and made my Kell, who was basically the blacksmith of the Dark-Hunters. When closed, it looked like it was a foot and a half stick. But when she pressed the hidden button on the side, blades slide out of either end, each another 2 feet.

She expertly swung the staff, slicing off of one of the hands of the Daimon, he screamed as his hand fell to the ground. It was no fun killing if there was no pain beforehand. She was almost surprised that they hadn't run off yet. She swung the staff around her shouldered and thrust into another's heart and it was nothing but dust.

She swung it down on the last Daimon's shoulder. He started to run, clutching his bleeding shoulder. Mya whipped out another dagger and threw it. He was dead before he got ten feet.

She sighed and retracted her staff. She slid it back to its holster on her back. She moved over to the fallen boy and knelt by him. He was covered in grime from the alley and his own blood. He was barely conscious. His breathes were uneven and raspy. He whispered something.

"Kate…"

"Come on, we need to get you to a hospital." She went to reach for her cell phone, but he grabbed her arm.

"No…" With that he slips unconscious. Kate… Who the hell is Kate? She shrugged it off as him being delirious.

"Brother?" Said a tiny voice behind her. She wheeled around to see a young girl crawl out from behind a dumpster. She couldn't been older then 10. Mya could smell her fear but also something else. It took her a second to place it for she haven't smelled it in a while. Holy crap. They were Were-Hunters.

"Shh, it's OK. I won't hurt you."

"You killed those men." I nodded slowly and gave a weak smile.

"Yeah I did."

"They tried to get me, but my brother stopped them. They hurt him."

"Yeah and he did a good job. But we have to go now. I need to take him somewhere that we can help him." She nodded.

"Help him."

"I will. Come here." She hesitated, fear in her eyes. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." Mya smiled at her. She came running over and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her face into my jacket.

"Get on my back." She slid around and hooked her little ankles in front of me.

Carefully, she picked up the boy. He was lighter then she thought he would be. Mya took a deep breath and jumped them home.

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"Al!" Mya yelled, kicking the door closed behind me.

"I'll be there in a minute!"

"No, now Al!"

"What couldn't wait for me to finish washing my hands? Did you get shot again?" Al rounded the corner from the kitchen, dish cloth in her hands. But when she saw her, her hands flew to her mouth and the cloth dropped to the ground. She turned and ran to get the first aid kit. Mya knelt down and let the girl get off her. She laid him down on the coffee table carefully. Al returned and knelt down beside him.

"Help me get his shirt off." Al reached for scissors, but Mya just ripped it. It was already shredded.

He had a long knife wound extending from his right shoulder to the left side of his chest. Bruises covered his body and one eye was swollen shut. Smaller cuts and gashes scared his chest and face. He no doubt had internal injuries

It was good he was a Were-Hunter or he'd be dead. She got a bucket of and a clean cloth to get all the alley grime off him. Al expertly sutured up the long wound to keep his blood from going everywhere. When they were done, they sat back tired and their hands covered in blood.

"How is this kid still alive?" Al said, breathing deep.

"He's a Were-Hunter." Her jaw dropped.

"Seriously?!" Mya nodded.

"Him and his little-" She wheeled around looking the little girl. She smiled when she found her sleeping in a chair, curled up into a tiny ball.

"Al put her in one of the guestrooms. I'm going to put him on the couch." She nodded. She picked up the tiny girl and held her close to her chest and walked down the hall. Mya's heart went out to Al. She knew Al wanted a family, a child. But having a relationship while being a squire was hard, since she couldn't explain what she did.

Mya sighed and picked up the young boy and put him the couch which would be more comfortable. She mentally called upon D'Atyle.

Help this boy heal, D'Atyle. Help him live and take away his fear and pain. D'Atyle had been her Dream-Hunter since she became a Dark-Hunter all those years ago. She owed him her sanity. She brushed the boy's hair off his face. Already he was looking better. Mya smiled down at him.

"Sleep peacefully, young one for who knows what tomorrow will bring."