Tales from th lost city

Kitty watched the people, actually thinking some new clothes might be good. Then she smelled something. Just a hint, Wereanimal? She shook her head at that thought. Don't be ridiculous and get your hopes up. Kitty walked with the other 2 women, daydreaming as well as listening.
 
Emma gasped and covered her mouth. it took a moment for her mind to catch up.
"Someone must have REALLY pissed her off." She said before nodding. "That's happened in this world too. More than a few times.


Mayna looked back again and just shook her head.

"I don't think that is it though, he said she fell from the sky, came out of no where in broad daylight."

Though Mayna just shrugged it off letting it sit on the back shelf for the time being. She is being taken care of by the fae at least and if nothing else, she'll return to check on her later maybe get some information.

"Well anyway, I found a dragon sitter so I'm free for a few hours at least. Lets go."

With that, Mayna started to head off in the direction of the stores they were heading too. However, she kept looking back towards where the fae was watching over the female. She didn't know why she cared, Emma was right, girls are always chopping off a penis somewhere. Just something didn't sit right with what the fae had told her.

Eventually they made their way to the book store, even though Mayna truly didn't know what she was looking for in here. But it was something to do and who knows, there might be something of interests on her dragon.... maybe even herself...
 
“Sounds about right” Edward said nodding “the vampire younglings are always at risk to cause a war with the werewolf younglings it’s a delicate balance in the city that luckily the elders on both side try and keep of course usually a few fights break out or they get close to killing one another but we do our best though if some one is experimenting with vampire younglings…..” Edward shuddered at the thought and shook his head.

“Whoever this guy is we need to find him” Edward murmured pausing to take her hand and brining it up to his mouth he kissed the knuckled before dropping it “Why don’t you take Bell with you for backup? I know Jack has some pretty good connections in this town as well I’m going to send him out later I know you probably don’t need backup but I thought you might like the company.

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Gregor heard the sarcasm in her voice but didn’t rise to it. If any one else had spoken to him in that way they would have gotten beaten but Jewel was a…. special case. Her devotion to his cause was one thing but her body well that was an entirely different story as much as he tried to keep his impulses in check there were some girls he just couldn’t stop with. Jewel was one of them nothing had happened but how he imagined taking her into his little room. He knew such thoughts were an affront to god but no amount of praying seemed to Quell his other thirst.

“Jewel” Gregor said reaching out to take her hand “I know you long for the first but Alex was merely a distraction I knew his attack would fail and I simply wanted to shake these abominations up I have trained you well” He reminded her kissing her hand before standing up he moved behind her rubbing her shoulders keeping her seated down as his hands rubbed the tense muscles and tendons.

“Remember ours is a holy mission” Gregor said his voice husky “Ordained by god himself even he has such use for non believers like Alex and you my dear our destined for greatness” He said revelry.
 
Her head rang hard as she woke up, the room spun slightly as she opened her eyes. Details of the previous night were fuzzy at best. She couldn't even remember her name correctly, was it Tera? Tori? Tracey? Vicky? Stacey? She wasn't sure. Did she drink too much? The only thing she knew for sure that she was a dragon, and that something felt wrong.

As she fully opened her eyes, she found herself in a strange room looking like a cell or dungeon. She found herself gagged, strung up spread eagle with her four claws in cased in round sphere cuffs, and her wings tied together. She was able to look down and saw the blood down on her crotch, which caused her to panic.

She started to thrash in her chains, with her strength she was able to break the chains holding her easily, but because the shape of the cuffs on her hands and feet, she was unable to stand so she fell over. She was able to bite down hard enough to snap the gag. As that fell out of her move she cried out loudly.

"Help, somebody help me!"
 
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Lem stood up straight, the hairs on the back of her neck raised a little as she slipped her hand over Edward's mouth to quiet him. There was something else in the room with them but she knew better than to turn and look. Slowly she allowed herself to slip fully into her primal nature to heighten her senses. Two sets of heartbeats echoed in her ears and she knew one to be Edward's. The other came from behind her. Her nostrils flared and she breathed in deeply the scent of sewer and dank. A rat but more than that, its blood was human. A were and in an instant Serkalem was in motion, her garrote came loose from her wrist as she went and it wrapped easily around the slight boys neck.

"That is my gun in your waist and my shirt on your back child," she said in a whisper, though it came out in mostly a growl. "One as small as you should beware of whom they choose to steal." Lem felt his attempt to shift into his wereform and tightened the her garrote around his neck. "And you best stay on two legs boy or else you end up flattened under my boot before you can explain yourself." He had no where to go, the more he struggled the tighter Lem pulled on the chain around his neck. But still she swept his legs from under him with a swift kick and pulled the gun from his waist as he fell. The garrote she held in one hand like a leash while the other held the gun to the back of his head, her boot on his back. "If not for the presence of this human you would already be dead so you best explain yourself child."
 
“We don’t have time for this” Edward said narrowing his eyes at the rat boy and looking over at Lem “go ahead and get Bell you guys go and I will handle our guest” He said pulling out his nine millimeter and training it on him “I wouldn’t move to fast” He warned scooting his chair closer and grabbing the boy by the cuff of his collar making sure not to ruin it (lest Lem get angry with him) “these bullets are pure silver … now who sent you? Or are you just taking a peak?”
 
He sat on a pylon just outside of Grand Central. Not the big metal cylinders that jutted out of the concrete, those hurt his ass when he sat to long, but the long orange ones left over from the days of old New York. The New York he never knew, or didn't remember. Donovan Vanderhugh wasn't sure of which it was and after so long without memories he stopped trying to distinguish between the two. One reason was just as shitty as the other as far as he was concerned and thinking about it had given him his fair share of migraines, so he gave up resigning himself to the delusion that this was always how the world had been. There had always been vampires and werewolves roaming the streets. There were always centaurs and wood nymphs in Central Park. The songs of the sirens could always be heard when traveling anywhere near the Hudson. Nothing had changed. Well maybe the fact you couldn't even get into the tunnels anymore and the bridges were impassable were something new but then again Don didn't know of it to be any other way.

And by the time he got his wits about him the fighting had stopped and people were back to living as if nothing happened so who was he to question it. Even now as he smoked his menthol cigarette, (the kind that burned since he didn't have electricity to charge the new kind) he watched as people came in and out of the busy terminal. It was his favorite time of day, just after sun set when the city seemed to do a 180 on itself. The daywalkers, as he called them no matter their species, were all rushing home to make way for the ones of the night. Power suits and sensible heels were quickly replaced by torn denim and nylon catsuits. It even smelled different. There was a certain spice to the air at night, gritty, and he loved it. That's mostly why he took to sleeping during the day, he found himself uncomfortable under the bright sunshine. He felt like people could see him and his truth. The fact that he had no idea who he was or where he came from, or that he called the park home and all of his belongings consisted of the clothes on his back. Sure he had a backpack with his jacket, two pairs of pants, and a few clean shirts but that was it. He didn't count his toiletries as possessions since he didn't keep them long enough to get attached to him.

He glanced down at himself as he flicked his cigarette, his breathe caught as a stray ember grazed his arm. It didn't really hurt, nothing did anymore, but his brain told him that's how he should react to being burned so he did. Even scratched at the spot just above the round ass tattooed on his arm, but there wasn't even an itch. But just because there was no more pain didn't mean all feeling had been lost. Don still felt hunger, thirst, lust, and all the other sensations that when satisfied brought him pleasure, though it had been a while since he'd been able to deal with that last one. He wasn't a fan of prostitutes and even if he were, he had better things to do with what little money he had like feed himself.

It was about that time anyway, he thought as he reached into his pocket with his free hand to finger the wad of bills and change he kept there. He had another knot sworn into the inside of his jacket, a trick he learned from his hobo buddies, of about $500 but that was for emergencies. The forty or so bucks he had in his pocket was more than enough to get him a pack of smokes, a bottle of something cheap to drink, and a hot meal. Don Hugh stretched his arms up high above his six feet and four inches with a grunt and flicked the cherry off his smoke before he tossed it into the trash bin beside him. As he hefted his bag, he took a look up and down 42nd St. deciding which was to go. He choose south, in the direction of his favorite restaurant rib joint.
 
Lem released the boy with a growl and yanked her chain away. It coiled back around her wrist as if it were magic and looked at Edward as she pushed herself back towards human. A small smile came to her lips as she shift her eyes down at the boy. "Thank him child. Where I come from a thief loses his hand whether he gets away with it or not," she said as moved behind Edward to tuck the gun into his empty holster. Lem didn't need it and she sure wasn't going to put it back, or leave it anywhere the little sneaky shit could get it.

On her way up the stairs she gave the button on her watch a tap. Not really sure what to do after so she spoke a command. "Locate Bell," she said, not very confidently but the thing answered back with the address of the safe house. So she figured if that worked why not try something more specific. "Call Bell."
 
As they entered the store, Emma took a deep breath and let the scent of old books course through her. She loved this smell more than anything and she became giddy.
"Elllannooooore!" She called out, waiting for the elderly shopkeeper to reveal herself. She turned and smilrd at her new friends. "Remember, you have to speak up around her. She's wise, but sometimes her hearing can be a little off."
"Not all the time." Came a sweet little voice from behind her and Emma jumped in surprise. She turned and glared at the shopkeep but then immediately smiled.
"Popping out of thin ait as always." She bent down and gave the little old woman a big hug before standing to look around the shop. "Hey Elly! It's great to see you again!" Eleanor's head bobbed in agreement and she turned to look at the other girls.
"Fellow lovers of the written art?"
"Actually, we're here looking for a book on dragons." Emma paused. "Or rather, how to communicate with a baby dragon." Elanore's brows shot up before she closed her eyes, running the ever growing list of her inventory through her mind.
"I'm sure we have something deary." The old woman said as she began to shuffle her way to the back of the store. "Come now, don't dawdle."
Emma followed Elly, to a wide bookcase with a sliding ladder and watched her point out several shelves of potential books.
"Now mind you, some of these are written in latin, so you'll need someone to translate." She dusted off her shirt. "In the mean time look for anything that says Draco Intellectus or Loquentibus Dracom." With a turn and a wave she waddled off to let the girls search in peace. Emma smiled at the shelves and rubbed her hands together. This was going to be fun!
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Jewel's head relaxed forward as he worked the muscles and she gave a slight moan of pleasure that she quickly silenced. She would not allow her baser instincts to run rampant. As a child she had been told repeatedly that women had two paths. The path for God or the path for Satan. To be either a married woman and carry the children of Gods future, or to allow Satan use of her body to tempt good men from their path. She had chose neither path, forging her own until God himself would call on her to bear children. The priest of her childhood church had said she was a whore and always would be one, but she proved him wrong. To this day she was still chaste. And she would not allow the devil to take this man of God from his path. She leaned forward, away from his delightful touch, and stood to turn to him and bow her head.
"Of course, sir. I apologize for my behavior." She looked at the fireplace. "In the game of chess, the pawns are the first to move, and the queen is the last to strike in protection of the king." She looked back at Gregor and started shaking her head, her hurt feelings of being left behind resurfacing a bit. "But that doesn't mean I have to sit on the sidelines! There must be some way i can aid our cause!"
 
“Oh my dear sweet girl” Gregor cooed reaching out and gently stroking her cheek “you my dear our a warrior my Queen as a matter of fact” He said his hands straying slightly to stroke the smooth curve of her nck. He felt his cock thickening in his pants and cleared his throat reaching out to take her hand “he is just a pawn my dear an unfaithful one but still one god has use for when the time comes you will be the Queen in this glorious game riding by my side and taking the rightful place god has for you….” He said licking his lips all but leering at her.

“I am the king and you are the Queen my most faithful servant the one I bless” He purred stepping closer his hands beginning to move down her chest “my most special Jewel”
 
Quinn rolled onto his back coughing. "Damn dude. *cough* is she that rough in bed?" Quinn slowly sat up smirking at the angry looking agent before him, completely ignoring the gun that was leveled at his head. "So does she always fuck on the first date or are you a special occasion?" Quinn asked rubbing his throat.

Quinn stopped talking and felt his face change into a rat snout. He took a deep inhale, his nose twitching as he smelled the air. "Huh, she didn't turn you..." Quinn said pausing, an interested look on his face. His nose twitched again as he slowly turned around the room. "Wow... You guys are good. I didn't know you could capture Templars. I mean, he killed himself, but still." Quinn turned back to the angry agent holding the gun at him. "So what is it that you guys do around here?" Quinn paused reaching into the pocket of his "borrowed" cargo pants. "Oh yea. Not my pants" he grumbled before looking at the agent. "Got a smoke?"
 
Edward narrowed his eyes trying to ignore the kids words as best he could “said vampire is several hundred years old and an Elder I really wouldn’t talk about her like that” He said calmly “Plus she is a good friend of mine and I expect better respect especially coming from some one I found sneaking around in my base”

“Sorry I don’t give smokes to intruders” Edward said shaking his head and leaning back “why don’t you earn one instead who are you and why are you here or the better question what do you know about our dead friend currently rotting up my cell?”
 
Jewel's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand on her skin and she felt her eyelids grow heavy with arousal.
"Yes, I..."
Whore!! Her eyes snapped open and in a flash Jewel grabbed his hand to move it away from her chest, placing it over Gregors heart. Her own fluttered in yearning but she held fast to her beliefs.
"I look forward to that day. But you know better than I the word of our Lord." She closed her eyes in remembrance. "'Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adultuerer and all the sexually immoral.' Hebrews 13:4" She gave a shy smile and moved a pace back from him, sweeping her bangs from her eyes. "I hope I have passed your test, sir."
 
Quinn changed his face so that it was fully human before smiling up at the agent. "Sorry dude. She's hot was all I was trying to say" Quinn stood up and stretched, still ignoring the gun. "About your Templar, they smell funny. Maybe it's some kind of incense they use, I don't know. The point is you can smell them coming from a mile a way if you can identify the scent. And on top of his Templar smell is a poison smell..." Quinn took a deep sniff "cyanid, maybe? Doesn't matter. The point is Templar plus poison equals suicide." Quinn laughed and imitated an authoritative voice "and god spaketh unto man! Thou shall not kill yourself. Unless you join my secret army and fuck something up." Quinn shook his head laughing before retiring to his normal voice. "Those temps are freaks, man. You know what I head? They grab elf chicks off the street sometimes. I'd bet a carton of cigarettes and a key to a peanut butter factory, they fuck those girls."

Quinn grew more serious at the mention of the kidnapped elven woman. "Humans always have hated us. Even before the fog. If you guys are fucking with the Templars count me in. But if we get those fuckers. The Butcher is mine."
 
“Yes Yes” Gregor said stammering suddenly thrown off. He had been so close! Yet here she was quoting the bible at him! He who was lord of the castle god’s chosen disciple! How dare she….

His eyes narrowed in anger “And as my Queen you should know that certain things are acceptable especially during times of war I have spoken to god many a time and for our service to him he has allowed certain leeways especially in regards to me our lord is merciless and kind to those who serve his cause justly” He remarked “he has spoken much about me to you” He retorted before striding over to his throne and sitting down on it trying to control his anger and resist the urge to throttle her.
 
“We’ve heard the same thing” Edward murmured looking at the kid. He was… rough around the edges but maybe there was a use for him. He certainly seemed like the type of kid who knew the city and knew what was going on. At the very least he earned the cigarette that Edward promised him.

“How about this” Edward said finally putting the gun down “first get out of her clothes as soon as possible I’ll leave you some thing to wear then how about we take that smoke outside I might have some work for you that pays well if your interested” He said shrugging and getting up “you sound like you have experience with these Templars experience my boss might be interested in using”
 
"Fine. But I don't come cheap. I'm going to need a helicopter, a dolphin, your first born son, a second dolphin, my own building, a fancy hat..." Quinn paused and began laughing hysterically. "I'm just fucking with you man. Just feed me and throw a little cash my way and we're cool." Quinn paused rubbing his chin "I would take a fancy hat too, though." He said walking to the exit.

Quinn followed the agent up to street level. "My clothes are over here." Quinn said going to the alley where he left his clothes. He stripped out of the borrowed shirt and pants, tossing them to the agent, before pulling on his cargo shorts and hoodie. "Ahhh, much better." Quinn said happy to be back in his own clothes.

Quinn turned back to the agent accepting the cigarette he offered. Quinn lit the cigarette and took a long pull. "So Stan, you're name is Stan right? Eh doesn't matter, I'm Quinn by the way. You guys need to fire the exterminator. And scrap the mouse traps." Quinn paused and kneeled down holding his hand flat to the ground palm upwards. After a moment a small mouse scurries into his palm. Quinn stood up smiling at the agent. "This beautiful man is Jerry. He found out how to get into your clubhouse. If you guys hire me, and fire the rat murderers, I'll give the word that place is off limits. Also I'm going to need a lot of peanut butter if I work for you. And maybe some cool guns. I don't know, we'll put it in my contract. So what's the word Stan? Am I in?"
 
“Ah not so fast” Edward said shaking his head “whether or not you get to join depends on how well you do think of it as a job interview perhaps see you and your… friends might be good at helping me track down some one see there is this Templar guy who ambushed us a day ago all my other agents are on another case but you my friend might be able to help us find out where he is”

Edward pulled out his phone and keyed in a few number. A second later the traffic cam mug shot they managed to get off the SUV driver popped up.

“This is him” Edward said handing over the phone to Quinn “think you can help us track this guy down?”
 
Bell gave a growl of agreement when a high pitched ringing resounded in her ears. She whimpered and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the noise.
"What the hell is that!?" She said backing away from Jack and searching the room, she found her discarded clothes and found the communicator in her pocket. She hit all the buttons until one of them stopped the noise. "WHAT!?" She said, now irrate from not only being interrupted but from that damned noise.
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At first she was excited. She knew it was a test and she had passed. But at his anger she became confused and quiet.
"But..." He continued on not hearing her and spoke of speaking with the Lord Almighty and her excitement cautiously returned as well as the warmth in her belly. Even if directed at her, his power shown brightest in moments like this, and it drew her. She slowly approached, coming to sit sideways on the step before his throne facing him.
"I did not mean to anger you, Father." She cast her eyes downward. "Our lord, chooses you to spread his messages. I have not been blessed with such a gift. I have only my own history with far less worthy of his messengers to go off of. For years they told me I would be the downfall of the word of God, but I fear Satan's path more than anything." She returned her gaze to him. "I would do anything to not be his whore. But if Our Lord truly has blessed us with this Pardon," She reached a hand out to touch his knee. "Then who am i to refuse?"
 
Quinn stared at the picture in disbelief. He felt his body change to his half form of its own will. He spun around quickly, slashing the picture in half with his tail before pouncing and knocking Edward to the ground. All of Quinn's playful relaxed self had disappeared, replaced by seething rage. "Do you think I'm a joke!? Do you know who that is!? Do you know who that fucking is!?" Quinn snarled in Edward's face. "If you didn't want me fine. But don't you fucking joke about the butcher." Quinn snapped his large teeth inches away from Edward's face.
 
“Well that’s annoying” Jack murmured watching her answering and sitting down on the bed. He looked at his own watch and grumbled trying to figure out if their was a way to change the ringtone.

“Got to be a way to change the damn ringtone” Jack thought to Bell before sending her a playful image of them locking Edward in a room with it. He quickly gave up and crossed his legs waiting for Bell to finish and find out what was going on.

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Gregor felt his anger diminishing as the power once again flowed through him. He felt his cock becoming erect and sighed running a hand through her hair lovingly. He thought about claiming her once again and sweat began to trickle on the back of his neck.

“The lord almighty has spoken highly of you” He said lying easily but who was to say it was a lie “he has seen great things for you a place by my side as Queen of this holy army helping me to bring about his work a place beside his throne all these great things await you as long as I continue to tell him such good things about you angel you and I will forge our own path to heaven or at least I will for us” He said opening his legs slightly.

“you our my faithful servant are you not?” Gregor said looking down at her “we must be a united front marriage to combat this foe”
 
“And don’t jump on a highly trained agent” Edward growled back cocking the gun he currently had planted in Quinns rib “I can shoot just as fast as you can kill me with those teeth of yours so how about you get the hell off of me and tell me why this person makes you so angry it might be that we have a common enemy and some one I can help you get your revenge on”
 
"We've business shewolf," Serkalem said easily ignoring the tone that came over from Bell. She found herself smirking and added. "Do us both a favor and push the not wizard off you so we can get some fresh air."

By then Lem was in what she could only describe as their common area. There was a TV, a few couches. Things that human twenty somethings would enjoy. She may have looked the part but Lem was well beyond the point in her life where games of chance amused her, but still she settled down to wait for the alpha wold to emerge.
 
Quinn didn't move, but he did stop growling. "So... You really found him? You really found the butcher?" Quinn asked staring at the man in disbelief.
 
“If I found him I would have him” Edward said calmly “but I might be able to help you if you get the hell off of me and I don’t have to shot you”
 
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