THE DANCE OF THE DRAGON

To me reader- I am so sorry for taking so long to get this up. I have no soul, my friends tell me this a lot. I'm going to put the next one up after this, so that way you'll have to make up for lost time. I am truly sorry.

Mya awoke to the sounds of crashing, banging and shouting. She sat straight up in bed, her hair flying around her face.

Last night after making sure Al was OK, she had grabbed some food and headed down stairs. She had played some friends online before going to bed at 4, only to be awaken now at 5:30 PM.

Mya hoped it was dark out or she would be Dark-Hunter, extra crispy. She heard more banging and shouting. She jumped out of bed and flew up the stairs.

Mya burst into her living room to find several things.

One, the sun had gone down, so she was safe. Two, the kid was awake.

Very awake and brandishing what appeared to be her broken table leg. Three, the kid was almost healed, most of little cuts and bruises were gone and his eyes was almost normal. Four, he was holding the leg at Al, who had her arms raised in defense. And finally, how gorgeous the kid was. He looked 18, the same age as she had been when she died. He had brown hair that swooped down over his eyes that were creamy brown to match. His chest was heavily muscled and was beautiful tan. A feeling stirred in her lower stomach that she didn't recognize. This feeling stopped her in her tracks as she stared at Al and him, his face twisted into one of anger with a hint of fear. Mya quickly recovered and took her stance, legs spread and arms crossed and she tried to look as deadly as possible in her short black flannel shorts and tight black tank top as she could.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" He spun around to now brandish the leg at her.

"Stay away from me!" He made a move with the leg.

"You wanna stab me? Go ahead. Try." She tapped her chest then put her hands on her hips, leaving her open. His dark brown eyes burned into hers and she raised her eyes brows. He ran and tried to stab her in the heart.

Mya's hands flashed up, and grabbed the leg. She yanked it form his hands and threw it into the wall. It lodged itself into the plaster. She heard Al groan. He stared at her, fear dominating his face and scent.

"I don't really appreciate you threatening the people who saved your ass."

"You did this?" He said, gesturing to his dressed wounds.

"Well she did." Mya pointed at Al. He looked behind him at the tiny woman who he had just threaded to kill. He plopped down in a chair, head in hands.

"I'm sorry, but…Can you blame me? Who knows, you might be in league with the people that probably killed my sister." She could here the pain and anger in his voice. It had a slight tremor, like he was about to cry.

"She's not dead."

"What?" He raised his head and the look in his eyes nearly sent her heart to pieces. The look of hope was strong and his wish for his sister to be alive was so great that he didn't even consider the possibility that they were lying to him to cause him more pain. He didn't even contemplate the thought that they could be screwing with him, since he had no reason not to believe them. Mya remembered when she was like that- and how much pain it had caused her.

And is if on cue, a little voice came out from the hallway.

"Ray?" He wheeled around to look at the little girl.

"Kate," He breathed and his face lit up like the fourth of July. It made her happy to him that happy and that disturbed her. That the emotion of a stranger meant something to her when she had spent a great deal of time and energy to not connect with people. Trying to distance herself from them as much as possible.

He jumped up and ran over her and scooped Kate up. He pressed her his chest and spun her around.

"I can't breathe." She squeaked. He released her, but held her in his arms, a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Oh I thought you were dead!"

"No, the pretty blonde lady saved me." Kate looked over at Mya and yelled; "Hi blonde lady!" She waved franticly at her, giggling.

Mya waved back, and found a small smile creeping across her lips. He smiled and look back at his sister. Al and Mya gave each other a smile, knowing that they had done a good thing.

Then, two loud stomach growls broke the silence. The brother and sister blushed. Al laughed.

"I'll make dinner."

"Can I help?" Kate asked. Her brother nodded and put down. Mya sat down on the couch and stared at the broken table. She felt him sit down her to her.

"Do I want to know what happened to the table?" She asked him, turning to look at him. He gave a small smile.

"Not really."

"Soo…Your name is Ray?"

"Rayne actually. Rayne Parry. That's just that Kate's nickname for me."

"I'm Mya and the little red head is Al." He nodded.

"Sorry 'bout trying to kill you and all that." She shrugged.

"It's cool. People try to kill me on a daily basis, so its kinda normal." Rayne started at her in surprise at my calm tone.

"God, what are you, a cop?" She smiled.

"Kinda, if you chose to look at that way. I'm a Dark-Hunter." His eyes widen even more. Most Were-Hunters had heard of Dark-Hunters, but had dismissed them as myth. It was no wonder that Rayne was surprised that she was a Dark-Hunter since she looked so young. Mya turned to look at him.

"Seriously?"

"Yup. I'm a Dark-Hunter and you're a Were-Hunter." He looked down.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Mya tapped her nose.

"This nose misses nothing." She paused for a moment. "What is your Patria?" He looked down.

"Drakos." She stared at him. Mya knew for a fact that wasn't many Draki left.

"What happened to your Patria? Why aren't they making sure you and Kate are safe?"

"We don't have one. My mom was a Arcadian and mated with a Katigaria. Her Patria kicked her out when she mated with him. She had me then Kate. They were killed three months ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry." She knew it was hard to kill two Were-Hunters, let alone two adults. Mya knew what it was like to lose a parent and judging from his tone, he had seen them die. That made everything worst. "I've got a friend who can maybe get you into an Arcadian patria. They can protect you." He looked up.

"Really?" She nodded. "OK."

"I'll call him and you go get some food." Rayne nodded and got up and started to walk away. She got up as well and headed for the back door. He stopped and turned.

"Mya?" She turned. "Thanks." She smiled before heading out on to the back porch. She snapped her fingers and her cell phone appeared in her hand. She pressed speed dial two and the other person picked up on the second ring. She spoke quickly, giving her instructions to the person on the other line before hanging up.

Mya jumped and transformed, stretching her long legs. She ran to her favorite clearing. She jumped, transforming again right in front of Acheron Parthenopaeus. The tall Atlantean scoffed at her appearance.

"Nice PJs." He said coolly, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Oh bite me, Ash." Mya crossed her arms and paced.

"You going to tell me why I'm here and why you had me bring these clothes?" He held up a plastic bag full of clothing.

"I have two Were-Hunters in my house. Drakos." She stopped to stare at Ash. He stood at 6'8", 6 inches taller then her. His hair was raven today, but shone blue when the moonlight hit it. He wore a long black leather trench, a torn Rolling Stones tee-shirt and leather pants, a typical outfit for Ash. His eyes were obscured by his dark wrap around sunglasses, but she knew the look they would be giving her. She had known Acheron a long time and they had always been close since she was probably the only woman in the world that hadn't hit puberty, that didn't want to get in his pants. Mya had been put off sex a long time ago.

"What-How?" She could hear the confusion in his voice. Confusion was not something Ash experienced a lot and it annoyed him when he did.

"They were attacked by Daimons and the brother was hurt. He had been protecting his little sister and killed a few of them. So I brought them home and Al and I stitched him up. The clothes are for him."

"Drakos…" Ash breathed. "What happened to their Patria?"

"There parents were exiled because there Arcadian mother mated with a Katigaria. They were killed a few months ago."

"How olds the brother?"

"Looks about eighteen, but since he's a Were-Hunter, I have no idea."

"The probably around 50 or so. What about the sister?"

"Hasn't hit puberty yet. Couldn't be older then ten." Ash stared at the ground. His eye brows disappeared under his glasses in thought.

"I'll try and hunt down his mother's Patria and see if they'll take them."

"What happens if they won't? We can't out them back out on the streets to get attacked by Daimons again!" Mya cried. She couldn't believe that she was getting attached to them. She had barely known them for 48 hours. Ash nodded.

"We won't. Don't go out tonight. I'll go find the mother's Patria and see what I can do." She nodded.

"Thanks Ash." With that, he was gone. She picked up the clothes and walked back to the house. She opened the back door with a bang.

"I come bearing clothing!" She shouted. She picked out a black tee shirt and threw it at Rayne as he came out of the kitchen. A part of her was sad that he was covering up his nice chest. He had a great body. She shook her head. She hadn't had thoughts like that in a long time.

"Where did you get these clothes?" He asked as he pulled the shirt over his head.

"A friend." Al knew from her tone who Mya was talking about. She came over and leaned against the wall with me.

They watched the brother and sister talk. Kate was so much more different then her brother. She had light blonde hair and pale blue eyes, matching her light skin. It contrasted so sharply with Rayne's tan body and brown hair and eyes. It was strange seeing them together, but it was oblivious from there looks that they were related. Same strong, yet delicate features and the same smile. Rayne was very good looking and Kate would someday be too. There was no such thing as a ugly Were-Hunter.

"What did Ash say?" Al asked quietly.

"He was going to try and find the mother's patria. See if them will take them."

"And if they don't?" Mya didn't answer. Kate laughed at something Rayne said and Mya smiled at the twinkling bell laughter. Al gave me one last look before clapping her hands and moving out into the room.

"OK guys, dinner!" Al headed into the kitchen to bring out the food. There was several steaks marinated in teriyaki sauce. Al had put Mya's off to the side, since it was VERY undercooked. Al put the other steaks in the center, along with the pasta and pear.

"The two to the left are the rarer ones-" Al didn't even finish her sentence before the two steaks were gone. Mya smiled as she scooped pasta into her plate.

"Kids after my own heart." She said as she cut into her steak, reveling the undercooked center.

Rayne's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Mya's steak and how undercooked it was.

"Your going to salmonella if you eat meat that undercooked."

"Kid, I'm immortal. I don't get diseases." She cut off a piece and popped it into her mouth. She smiled and cut another piece. Rayne wanted to smack himself in the forehead. Of course she didn't get sick, she was a Dark-Hunter, although she didn't look like one.

"Why do you keep calling me kid? I don't look that much older then you." It was true. She didn't look old. She look eighteen, her young, but old at the same time. But her eyes…There were full of wisdom like that he had ever seen.

"When become Dark-Hunters, we stay the age we were. Actually, compare me to how old you are and you haven't even been conceived yet." Rayne stared at Mya. How old was she? She gave him a wicked smile before turning to her meat once more.

They sat for several hours, talking and eating. Al was an amazing cook. Al had been Mya's square for over ten years. The two knew each other so well. They talking into the night, until the point were Kate fell asleep in her chair.

"I got her." Al scooped Kate up before Rayne could. That left me alone with Mya. She leaned back in her chair and took a drink of her beer. She cocked her head to the side and stared at Rayne.

Rayne squirmed in his seat under her powerful gaze. After a few minutes, he got fed up.

"What are you staring at?" She shifted and tilted her head to the other side and sighed.

"I'm good at reading people. I was trying to figure you out."

"Get any where?"

"Not really. Most I ready knew from before."

"Like what?" She smiled wickedly again.

"That for me to know and you to figure out." Mya glance at the clock hanging on the wall and stood up.

"You any good at Halo? Cause I got an Xbox and a whole night with nothing to do but beat your sorry ass." Rayne smiled at her challenge. He thought he was going to like it here.