And I won't disappoint. As the vampire said, my name is Flame Bard. Ok. Not my real name. And NO. You don't get to make fun of my name. Ever. Or I will LITERALLY eat you.
I am one of the few remaining female dragons left in the world. Unfortunately, because we live on Earth we have evolved into shape shifters, adapting a human form. It's not a glamour like many others of the Folklore use. We, like our cousins the werewolves, actually use two forms. We look, feel, smell, taste, and sound like humans or a dragon. So I guess you could categorize me as a Shifter.
A long time ago, about three hundred years ago, the Last World was overrun by demons. Big, ugly, red skinned, black horned, big teeth, soul sucking demons. The Rulers managed to reopen a door to Earth and send many of their people here. It was an intense joint effort thing.
Now humans had no idea what to do when a bunch of inhuman looking creatures dropped into the middle of a densely populated area. And it's not like we could actually return to where we came from. So in a bold act, a fairy queen begged for the help of the humans.
It was insane for about fifty years. Intense prejudice and extreme violence. Apparently, humanity didn't like us and had heard stories about us. Made me wonder if there were ancestors here or if the Rulers had been sneaking off to mess around with the humans. Or who knows what else.
But facts were facts, the humans had knowledge of us. We had no clue about them.
But the first fifty years, humans discovered that they couldn't kill us easily. If at all. They realized that even though they out numbered us, they could never eradicate us. So they tried population control, registration camps, registration acts, assassination attempts, betrayal, pacification. Violence was their favorite response.
When we showed no signs of breaking, they adapted to fit us. They accepted the good and the bad in after about a hundred years or so, no human existed that remembered what it was like not to have a brownie as a maid or an elf as a teacher. We were called Mystics, separated into either Folklore who needed human glamour or Shifters, who could assume human form.
Either way, the humans accepted us. Just how I personally got stuck with the Ancient Asswipe...well...I own the one story four bedroom house we live in and he's got scads of money. I'm like his day time guardian so long as he keeps the fridge full.
That's the deal. It takes a lot of money to feed a dragon. What? You don't believe me? Then I guess you're not that stupid.
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The hot water felt so good as it sluiced down my body. My metabolism is pretty fast so I have a nice figure. I'm decently tall and slender. But my ass is huge. I don't know why, it just is. Infamy likes to tease that it's because my tail is really long so my human counter part responds with a big butt. Except when my tail pops out in human form (like it is now) it pops out right above the crack of my bubbly butt. So what now?
I have tan skin, just like all dragons do for some reason. I have never met a pale or black skinned human dragon. We are all just a light brown.
I have long dark brown hair that shines red in the sun. It curls down my back prettily when it's not wet and plastered all over me. My eyes are a light brownish red too. I don't actually consider myself pretty but when I bother to make myself sexy I get double takes every now and then.
I finished up in the shower and stepped out. After drying I hung up my towel and walked naked from the shared bathroom to my bedroom.
There were two other bedrooms but this was the only bathroom. I had the biggest room on the left side, away from the others. Infamy took the one on the right of the bathroom.
The layout was the reason I like the house. The living room, the kitchen, and the dining room were all one giant open room that we separated with using markers such as the kitchen counter, the giant wooden table, and the couches and pillows that were sprawled in front of a giant flat screen television. There were no walls at all between these rooms. But there was a doorway that led from the dining area to the hallway.
Infamy's door was smack lined up with that door. The other two empty bedrooms were to the right, hidden by the hallway wall and mine was to the left, after the bathroom. I liked that someone would easily walk into his room before they walked near mine.
Vampires are fiercely territorial against strangers. They are extremely vulnerable to attack in the daytime -when I'm usually at work- but at night they are awake and alert to protect their area.
I was lucky Infamy's territory consisted of more than my home. It was nearly the whole block. No other bloodsucker would come near me while I slept. He also proved to be extremely 'MINE is MINE' with me too.
Once when another vamp just looked at me hungrily Infamy partially decapitated him. The blade he used wasn't sharp enough for the task and then he stopped only because I pulled him off. In dragon form.
I shut my door and studied my room.
There were shelves all along the top of the wall where herbal candles lit themselves at my command one by one. My bed was in the center of the room. It wasn't really a bed. I can't sleep on those. It was a bunch of giant gold pet pillows that I had made into a circle because I don't just roll around, I do flips and stuff apparently. I had no carpet on the floor, just cold hard concrete because I was sick of burning the rugs when I couldn't sleep. So the scorch marks were all on the floor. Along with claw and horn scratches.
I didn't have any wooden furniture in my room. A lot of the things were made of stone or metal. It was a lot of grey on silver on black. Nothing white or wood lasted very long here.
My drawers were specially designed by dwarves. I took a bunch my jewels and metals to them and had them craft this piece of art. It looked like a drawer but it sparkled and shimmered. There were shots of gold and silver that veined through the glittery jewels that also blended together. The surface was cool and smooth to the touch and every time I saw it I smiled.
I picked out my usual clothes. Dark jeans and a light colored tank top to go with. Humans are ingenious at clothing designs. Even if other things are none too good in my home.
When I walked into the living room barefoot, I could still hear the damn guitar.
The vampire walked back into the house from the front door. Apparently it was either early morning or late evening for him to be able to go escort his guest out.
Then I smelled the charred flesh.
"Aw great," I groaned with agitation. "I just changed!"
He laughed. "She gifted me with her blood, don't worry about it."
"As in she put it in a cup for you?"
