Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Light, sharp and sudden seared Harry's eyes. He cringed away. Burying his face into his shoulder he still managed to flick the lighter and press the hairspray nozzle.
He heard the shotgun boom and the whoosh of the hairspray igniting – then screaming.
Lots of screaming.
From all around them, and running, and scraping wood.
What the hell?
He heard a snarl and then a large body tackled him. He lost his grip on the lighter and the can. He struggled but his attacker was fast and very strong. The other reared back for a second and Harry was able to glimpse a very large blonde man above him before it all went dark again.
Savitar flashed into the middle of Sanctuary's dance floor, dropping his squirming captive and taking in the shambles of the bar.
"You can't kill them Dev," he called to one of the four identical men standing over a pair of unconscious brunettes.
"They brought guns to Sanctuary – they die!"
Savitar looked around, "I see a gun cub – a single shot at that. Beside, they just appeared in the middle of the bar, right? They didn't know what had happened to them and they didn't mean to hurt anybody."
"How do you know," Mamma Lo, a burly blonde woman and mother to the nearly dozen blondes buzzing around the otherwise empty club, called out from behind the bar.
"Sometimes I just know things, it's sort of handy."
The brunettes had yet to move and he was getting concerned about the growing pool of blood around the smaller one's head.
"You might want to move away from them," Savitar called just as the ropes on his captive snapped.
With superhuman speed the man launched himself at Savitar – and Savitar ducked.
"Peltier's," he said, straightening; watching as his captive flew into the Quadruplets, "Meet Ilarion of the Dragons."
Under normal circumstances Savitar would have been concerned for the four men's health, Ilarion was rather indiscriminate with bloodletting, but he had an ace in the hole… and the impact had knocked them clear of their visitors. He was relatively sure things would settle down… relatively.
Illarion pulled himself to his knees, angry hisses of air escaping his lips – they were the only verbalization he was able to make after the damage done to him a millennia ago.
Savitar had beaten him, drug him to this gods forsaken time – to a city filled with humans! – telling him all the while that his quest for vengeance against Humans and Arcadians was over.
He was Ilarion of the Katagarian Drakos Patria – he looked human right now but he held the heart of a true dragon within him – and dragons did not forgive!
"Put a sock in it, would you Ron… m'head hurts."
Ilarion froze – that was impossible.
"What did you say," he hissed out – the sibilant exhalation nearly soundless in the large, silent bar. The snake language was the only language he could speak and no one but the dragons spoke it… and they certainly didn't speak it to Ilarion the Insane.
"M'head hurts," the boy hissed back, eyes closed and face twisted into a grimace.
This couldn't be.
Ilarion lowered himself against the boy – well, young man by human standards – and sniffed his neck, but it was no use. The brunette was dirty and he reeked. The dragon couldn't scent him properly in this state.
Then the small pool of blood caught his eye.
Carefully he dragged one clawed finger through the liquid and brought it to his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as the taste burst across his tongue.
Katagarians usually couldn't identify their mates until after sex, but he was no normal Katagarian; he was a dragon and dragons know about blood. This boy – no, this man was his mate.
Ilarion looked to Savitar and found the immortal smiling indulgently.
The dragon's green eyes narrowed.
Savitar saw the wonder on Ilarion's face change to a smirk, and then the dragon and his mate were gone in a flash of light.
"Damnit," he muttered.
"Did you know that coming," Dev grumbled.
"Shut it cub."
A groan from the remaining brunette echoed in the mostly empty room followed by a slurred, "Harry?"
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A/N: All characters mentioned above (except Harry and Xander) belong to Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunter Verse. I've taken great liberties with Ilarion and Savitar. I've read several of her books but these characters weren't in them and they are discussed only in passing on her website /hunter/intro.htm . So - hope you liked it!