She seemed to have inhaled too much of his poisonous blood, and it wailed through her veins, trying to claim control over her vampiric half.  Circulating the flow through her veins, enveloping and calming it down with her Norne half of magic blood, the bloody glow disappeared slowly, as she scrutinized the male properly.<br/><br/>Instinctively, he seemed to sense the danger, even though she did not do anything yet, went down on all fours and ducked.<br/>A faint grin tugged at one of the corners of Serafimas lips.<span style="font-style: italic">~ If that was a wolf puppy, it would show its belly right now, to submit to the pack leader...~ </span><br/>She trailed off a litle, musing over some of her past and exotic pets, while thinking what to do.<br/>Commander Cor-nuts had of course been dissatisfied with her 'not catching any worp dragons' over the past year.<br/>Well, it wasnt that she had not caught anything, but she deliberately caught lookalikes and presented them to him. The suspects - well she offed them without much care if they tried to attack her.<br/><br/>Battle wise, this one seemed quite useless - not even worthy of a kill or fight. Maybe she really should bring him to Cor-whatchamamacallit and be over with that task?<br/>Plus, she could finally take off her disguise, and have her previous healthy looking caramel skin - instead of the pale whitish-blue hue of her special make up and fake skin combination. But will it be worth it?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Ah, as expected, he IS a hassle.. ~ </span>thought the norva woman, as she heard the footsteps of a group. However, she was not even surprised by the arriving squad, and even less by that perfume-stinking, brainless, girlie Vampire. Without even needing to look , she knew that it was that same blood sucker that accidently - or deliberately - had a taste of this boy, much to her own demise.<br/><br/>Serafima quickly scanned the more experienced veterans of the entourage with her eyes, making them alert and some of them flinch slightly, not even sparing the Vampiress any time of her day.<br/>With the detached grace of the older one, she ignored that chattiness, even though her hands itched to just plant a dagger inside that mouth to cut off her tongue. Maybe she would do just that, later.<br/><br/>Relaxing, as the group posed no treat to her, her curiousity was focussed on the now alert youngster, that was not very submissive anymore.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFFF">---"No you are not allowed to touch! He said no touching," He insisted.---</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Interesting. Not a complete wuss alright. Maybe he is still worth to kill. ~ </span>praised she silently, while watching the unfurling scene.<br/><br/>A snack or a glass of good wine would have been great to this spectacle, but unfortunately this bar would probably have its last opening day today, and Serafima did not think that the waiters would get paid overtime. Looking around she did see a wine bottle in the corner of the room, but she was too lazy to go pick it up. Her eyes stayed longingly on the label - Cabernet Sauvignon, and an old vintage -  the drow<span style="font-style: italic"> did </span>have quite the good taste for wine at least, even though his blood wouldnt taste good...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">***</span></div><br/><br/>Raising her brows at the remarkable cold spell she nodded faintly. She could feel the prickle of magic on her own skin.<span style="font-style: italic">~ Not bad, just lacking control. Why go for her hand, if he could do so with her throat ..? ~ </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFFF">---Before the guards had time to set their sights. Suddenly the room was filled with a blast of light, followed by the deafening, bone rattled sound of thunder that shook the walls of the entire buildings.<br/>OUT of the light two great white wings emerged, and with one powerful downward motion he sent every thing and every one that wasn't tied down flying against the wall! <br/>Out of pure panic and desperation! Snow leapt off edge of four story building! <br/></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">***</span></div><br/>A Sofa wondrously standing in vertical position slowly tilted to the side - sticking out like a sore thumb among the now open cavity of the building.<br/>"Haa-ah." Serafima sighed deeply, as she patted some dust and rubble away from her cloak, throwing the piece of furniture she used as protection against the airflow and the crashing down walls away, peering outside after the dragon.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Why does it always have to be me cleaning up after others?~</span><br/>In the Norva's hand was the wine bottle, - too good to be wasted, not even yet opened and still cold.<br/><br/>As she stashed it away into an interstellar pocket, she muttered under her breath,  "<span style="font-style: italic">Do they expect me to change its diapers or what? He did not even finish them off properly...</span>" rolling her eyes she shook her head, dismissively staring at the moaning and cursing rest of the vampire entourage, half buried under the caved in building.<br/><br/>Then, a devilish idea in mind, she stepped on the vampiress body, not caring if that birdbrain was alive or not, rummaged in her pockets and stuck a red tag on that bitchy mouth.<br/><br/><div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;">MILITARY PROPERTY, DO NOT TOUCH!</div></span></span></div><br/><br/>Thinking a little, she pulled out a doodled over business card that said:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #0000ff">Lord General<br/>Xander Cor</span><span style="text-decoration: line-through;"><span style="color: #0000ff">tez</span></span><span style="color: #FF0000">whatchamamacallit</span><br/><span style="color: #0000ff">Military Ship Commander<br/>Intercom number XXXCOR00162869</span></div></div><br/><br/>She stuck a needle deep into what was left of Gwens forehead and pinned down the card with it, sampling blood vials from the vampiress and some of the others in the process. The birdbrain mightve been from one of the better clans, knowing about Norva, and Sera welcomed<span style="font-style: italic">any kind of trouble </span>for Corty.<br/>Looking around, she found a conscious one or two of the squad, squatted next to them and slowly whispered:<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0040">If anyone tries to track down my prey - theyre a walking corpse. And if they were a walking corpse already, they will be ashes.</span></span>"<br/>She gently swayed the bottles with the blooddrops infront of their half squinted eyes and continued:<br/><span style="color: #FF0040">If I dont track you down, somebody else will do. If youre fast enough, the military might take you in and protect you..</span>" her voice trailed off, as she stood up "accidently" dropping another one of corys business cards.<br/>The Norva's voice was hypnotic and melodic - not made for threatening words to be honest. But, right now that melodicity was devoid of any emotions, which caused an eerie shiver down some of the survivors.<br/><br/>The bodies would be taken care of, while the live ones would be brainwashed and given a new identity and life in the military.<br/>The fleeing - well-  they were not worth mentioning.<br/><br/>Thanks to the rampaging dragon, she had to clean up and purge this place completely. He basically transformed in front of others.. That was analog to her throwing off all her clothes and screaming 'I'm a first gen Norva come and getme everyone~~' Goosebumps passed her skin as she thought about it.<br/>Any civilians, who saw the shifting transformation would be either brainwashed or killed by the military.  As for that dragon fleeing, she was not worried. Her link would be very weak, but it would be enough, to track him for some time.<br/>In fact, she concentrated, connecting to the tracking link with her blood powers, after listening for a while to the amusing speech of Corvas up in their commanding centre.<br/>A sneer emerged as she shook her head, looking at the satellite caught dragon pictures from above.  Cor-nutty would entertain the baby dragon with his forces. A wry smile emerged on her face. This time Commander went all out, huh? He probably did not want to lose the track again... or have another dead body instead of his oh so badly coveted dragon...<br/><br/><br/>But then she remembered her own next step and made her way down to the kitchen.. "<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0040">Hmm gasoline.. gasoline, where do they have it..</span></span>" It took only a few seconds to unlock the shelves with the flamable liquid. "<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0040">Ahh here it is...</span></span>"<br/>Grabbing and opening one of  the jerrycans, she nodded contently as she opened and caught a whiff of the burnable liquid. Gasoline was a very old fashioned way to power stoves or burn something down - but the best thing was, it still worked and was cheap! The energy to use a laser or other high energetic sources to burn something was way higher than just open a hole in the right gas pipe or trash disposal tray where lots of burnable materials were, and - voilà, we had a nice hot blazing fire.  Nastily perfect for all the brainless, blood crazed junkies in here.<br/><br/>Watching the show with one eye, Serafima almost dropped the metal container, as she watched the recap where the dragon basically<span style="font-style: italic">fell</span>down the from the roof. After a moment of being baffled, a slight chuckle rose up her throat. What a perfect facelanding!  Amusement still flashing in her now jade eyes, she was baffled again, as she noticed the dragon getting<span style="font-style: italic"> closer</span>instead of running away.<br/>For a moment she complimented him on his brilliant tactics, musing about a human book on psychology and tactics, where some of the master swindlers of the past borrowed large sums of money and then relocated to the neighbours flat to keep the loansharks confused.<br/>However, her evaluation once again dropped, as the dragon- boy rushed past her and hungrily started to roam through the shelves, stuffing himself with random substances. She seemed to forget that she was looking at a hatchling, not a grown one, after she saw the masses of his body.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Did they not feed him enough? Or does the transformation just consume so much energy?~ </span>The Norva woman wondered. For the past year she had been mercilessly killing suspected dragons, and even though none of them ever transformed, she also never questioned about their eating or other habits.<br/>The Blood Queen Mother told her over and over again, every time as she tortured the Norva in the past  : "Never get attached to research subjects.  Or you wont be able to get rid of them."  Strangely this reminder flashed now in her mind, as she looked at the<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">pitif..</span>savage creature whose life would be over in a while, either being grilled alive, or becoming a slave of the military.<br/><br/>After being obviously sated, he finally noticed a presence. Serafima had not moved, watching him without much emotion, even though behind her eyes her mind worked tirelessly, weighing the pro's and con's of what was to come for him -- and her as well.<br/><a href="http://i.imgur.com/NQfnv9P.jpg"><img alt="Image" src="http://i.imgur.com/NQfnv9P.jpg" style="max-width:700px; max-height; 700px;"/></a><br/><br/>It was almost<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">endear..</span>funny as he threw away the veggies, or ducked behind the counter, hiding himself from somebody he had noticed, but still in plain view for her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">The Norva could not stop the childhood memories of Lyciel and her - the only two most talented Norva on the Blood Queens ship, who were allowed something like breaks from their gruesome and brainwashing training, to help them develop their abilities faster and not to break valuable toys for hers truly.  Being the older one by almost two hundred years, she often indulged him and his antics ...  Maybe she spoiled him too much?  If he'd had all of her experiences, he wouldve given any danger a wide berth ... </span><br/>Frowning, she dissipated the memories and broke from her motionlessness.<br/>Picking up the gasoline can, she mercilessly splashed all the rest of flamable liquid over the dragons body from behind.<span style="font-style: italic"> ~Time to wake up from all the indulgence and decadence, little one.~ </span><br/><br/>She had decided.<br/><br/>Picking up the second can, she saw him turning around, with half chewed food in his mouth.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0040">Looking the wrong way can kill you...</span></span>" an eerie whisper left her lips as her left hand flashed and produced something that reminded of flint stones, creating small sparks here and there, while her other hand still had the other full gasoline can in her hand.<br/><br/>Soon, the flamable liquid would create an atmosphere, where a single spark would ignite all the air inside the room...<br/><br/>Her now ruby eyes focussed again on him, watching him closely, as she had now revealed her still deathly drawn pale white and bluish face, with small purple veins and deep dark shadows under her eyes, and motioned him to stand up.  Her skin was a fake but masterful production of the copy of aftereffects suffered by ingesting too much dragon blood.  If she was not realistic enough, playing her role, Cor-something would have reported and then they would have really made her a druggie by injecting it in her blood flow.<br/><br/>A corner of her lips flashed a canine, as she put the firestones away and motioned slowly to the dragon boy with her finger, to come closer.<br/><span style="color: #FF0040"><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm not here to eat."</span></span>She whispered dryly,<span style="color: #FF0040">"But some crispy dragon meat might tickle my tastebuds...in case you try more stupid things."</span>Serafima mouthed another threatening whisper, in case he had any notions to flee.<br/><br/>It would have been way faster to just hit this specimen on the head and put it in a sack, however, that would not help it in growing up.<br/>A crazy glint of curiousity flashed in her eyes, as she tried to imagine how mad Corynatz would be if she killed the brat and brought him another yet dead dragon - or pseudo -dragon.<br/>Any halfs or other valuable blood samples would not ever see the eyes of the Commander, because she kept them to herself - to experiment or sell them - and if she could not, they would be now ashes trailing among the vast universe...<br/><span style="color: #FF0040"><span style="font-style: italic">"Follow me... or, well, after you."</span></span>She motioned with her head to the exit, as her eyes flashed dangerously, leaving no room for discussion.