Thread: Heartfire (Vertaige & darkangel76)

Biting down on her lower lip, Evie tilted her head and waited for the dragon to acknowledge her response that she'd decided to stay under his care. She wasn't quite sure what she expected, but she figured she'd know it when she saw it. After all, it wasn't every day she got this personal with a dragon. Sure, she'd served them drinks at Tech Noir. But, it ended there. And, if she'd had her way, it would've continued to stay that way. However, given her impulsive behavior earlier at the conference, her life had taken a twisted turn down a very crooked path and now she sat in a tinted window car with the very sort she'd hoped to never have such dealings with ever. Blue eyes averting and fixing on her lap, Evie's arms rested nervously about her middle. Her tummy was fluttering uncontrollably as her muscles tightened with anticipation at how this dragon would react. No doubt he'd be nonchalant and blas. To him, she was the weak human tainting his lifestyle, hindering everything he had planned. Oh, the silence was deafening, excruciating in its own right to the point where she wanted to scream, but it would be no use to so and do neither of them nor the driver any good. Just then, she saw the dragon reach for something in his pocket. Perking up just a bit, her red curls falling forward causing her to raise a hand and push them away from her face, she tried to see what exactly it was he was now holding. The device was strange, something Evie had never seen before. Just as she was about to ask what it was, the dragon grabbed at her one wrist, the one that didn't don a tattoo. I... she stammered, her body's natural inclination to pull away. The dragon's hold was firm, his hands large and warm as he held her and brought the device up and against her skin. Gasping, she wasn't even sure what she expected. But it definitely wasn't the mark that was left in the devices wake. Evie's cheeks grew warm as she stared at the symbol glowing against her porcelain-pale skin. She looked at the driver and then at the dragon, nodding as they explained what it was and what it meant. She had to admit a part of her was grateful that she wasn't alone in donning one, her mind at ease knowing she'd have company while in... in service. Finally, the limo came to halt and Evie glanced out the window. She could easily tell that she was in the neighborhood of Tech Noir. The flashing lights and peopleboth humans and dragons alikethat meandered the hard pavement outside were indicator enough. Only certain sorts walked this neighborhood and she just hoped that word about the incident down town hadn't reached the general public or any of the patrons that frequented the establishment she knew she had to go to. I'll be back soon, Evie said as she climbed out of the limo, trying her best to sound confident. Though she wondered if either the dragon or the driver could call her bluff. Not wanting to test that, she turned on her heels and tugged on her black tank top so as to adjust it. Walking down the street toward Tech Noir, Evie could feel several pairs of eyes staring at her form as she passed by. Some seemed to be seething, while others seemed to be scrutinizing. But she didn't dare glance back or up to see the intent. Instead, she concentrated on her breathing and the sound of her feet as the struck the pavementone, two... one, two...as she made her way to Tech Noir. After several minutes, Evie saw the familiar sign and a sigh of relief rolled over her full lips. She glanced down at the mark on her one arm causing her to let out a tiny sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a giggle. Mustering up her courage, she sucked in a breath and walked inside the club she'd been working at for some time and knew so well. Almost immediately there was a hushed silence, eyes drawn her way as she stood in the doorway. It was as if she were a beacon of light, a flame beckoning all to come forward and dare to snuff it out. So, the bitch returns, came a gruff voice from the crowd causing Evie to wince. Dragon-hater! came another. Evie glanced up and saw that one of the holographic screens showed an image of her throwing her water bottle at her new Master. Biting down on her lip, her blue eyes searched for her boss, but he was nowhere to be found. Just then a few dragons stood up, their eyes golden-hued as they narrowed into slits. Evie felt her heart suddenly pound as a wave of adrenaline began to surge throughout her body. Wait! she cried and held up her arm, the mark visible for the dragons to see. I belong to someone. See? she said smugly. You can't touch me. The dragons scoffed, clearly not believing Evie. A likely story. Anything to save your ass!