CHAPTER TWO
We got to our desination with due time. I was bractically shitting my pants. It was terrifying! We were I don't know how many feet up in the air, carried, and the person carrying my had dragon wings. Yeah, not really a walk in the part. But, when we got there, blondie was already there... where ever we were. It was an abandoned warehouse. That's all I knew. Even when we landed, Red refused to release me. I was pertfied, I understand.
He sat me down with him. I sat in his lap, almost straddling him, save for the fact I was facing the left. So, it was time for introductions.
"Sorry 'bout that," blondie said, scratching the back of her head. "I'm Xavior."
"Wait," I said. "Savior, as in S-A-V-I-O-R?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "No. Xavior as in X-A-V-I-O-R. Like Dr. Xavior, but it sounds like an 's'." Woopdie-fearkin'-doo. I ******** up.
I looked up to Red, asking for his name with my eyes. "I'm Arrow," he answered, reading me like a book, "as in A-R-R-O-W." OK, Even I thought that was a strainge name. But, that was he was named, so who am I to judge?
"Who are you, little one," Xavior asked. "I'd like you're name and occupation, if you have one."
"I'm Zander," I replied. "I work at a waxing salon (A.N. I do!)." I watched the faces they made at that. I sighed. "My aunt got me to work there. I do everything but the waxing without pay."
Arrow laughed, as did Xavior, and I blushed again. He brushed me bangs back when his laughter subsided, and he kissed my forehead. I was red like a ******** hot rod car by now. But, I was still in the dark about what'd happened.
"Wh-what happened back there," I demanded, grabbing Arrow by his coat collar. "Who was that man and what did he want from me?"
Xavior sighed, leaning back against a crate. "That was Damien. Now, what I'm about to say you might not belive, but hear me out, OK?" She gave a grave look to me and Arrow, making me cuddle closer to him. "Damien's a vampire. He wanted you for your blood. You, my little friend are what we call a Controler. You can control any species you want to with just the smell of your skin." She sat down, prepairing for a long story. "You see, ever since the beginning of time-" one of those stories, yes- "humans weren't alone. There've been werewolves, vampires, like our buddy Damien, and other such creatures who walked side-by-side with your kind. But, of course, the humans were oblivious to us."
"'Us,'" I interupted, looking at her incredulously.
"Yes. I am a werewolf." I sould have seen that coming, but I had to look up at Arrow. I wanted to know what he was, badly. "Now, little Arrow here-" he was anything but little- "is what we call a mutt. He's the mixture of a Dragon and a Mesiah."
"What's a Mesiah?" I felt totally slow right then. I had no clue what most of what she was talking about was.
"The Mesiah are fallen angels who come to earth to do their work." Arrow was the one who spoke. He was twidling my normal light brown hair between his slender fingures. Erratic. "You see, Dragons have human forms. My mother wa raped by one of the Mesiah in that form." I cringed. Ouch. A rape child. Sucks! I cuddled closer to him, hoping I could ease something in my heart.
"Now," Xavior cut it, "remember what I said about Controlers?" Yes. "Controlers must choose a person to control. If not, their powers end up killing them." She said it so nonchelantly! "We were hoping you'd choose Arrow or I to be your Puppet- that's what the being you control is called." She walked over to me, pulling me from Arrow's lap and grabbing my shoulder. "You must choose, Zander, beofore the week is out."
-Owari
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