Dragon Killer

== Note ==
This is for a challenge, Sisi came up with the plot, and Night is currently writing it. We hope you enjoy it, and would love some constructive criticism! Thank you!
==Fight Then Flight==
I run my knife over the slightly burnt piece of toast, watching as the butter spreads evenly across it. Ciera watches me across the table, interested. What a nosy git. Why is she watching me butter my toast? 
“Hey,” I call.
She starts, and immediately pretends she was eating her cereal. I repeat it.
“Oi, Si."
Ciera looks up, pretending that she didn’t hear me. “Yeah Night?”
I wince. She used my name. Night. I wonder what my parents were thinking, naming me that. I mean, my brothers have normal names. Sebastian and Mattias. Well… the latter not so much. But still. Night’s a lame name. A real lame name. In fact... I could go as far to say that it is a super real lame dumb name.
"Would you quit staring at me?" I ask. 
"What? Staring? I wasn't staring at you." She responds. I search her face, knowing she was lying but still automatically attempting to detect signs of lying. Somehow she doesn't display a single one. When did my little cousin become such a good liar?
"You know what I'm talking about..." The growl in my voice is barely contained, and she nods, eyes narrowed.
"Yes, I do."
I get to my feet abruptly, glaring at her. Ciera stands as well. "Oh, so you'd hurt a girl?"
I stop, and frown. She's right. I'd get into a lot of trouble if I hurt her. She picks up the bread knife, and stalks around the table. "Never insult the lady with a knife." She ran her finger along the blade, wincing slightly as the serated edge scratches her finger slightly. "It'll never end well for you," she whispers.
I throw up my hands, and sit back down. "Fine. You win."
A smile briefly dances across her face, but it disappears almost instantly. My mother had just entered the dining room.
"What are you doing?" Her shriek seems to snap Ciera out of her short violent phase. "I was offering to cut Night's toast," she whispers meekly.
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, right. It was more of a 'I'm gonna kill ya' thing, not a helpful cousin helping me." I glance at her face, and of course it is wiped blank, eyes wide.
"I didn't do that Night!" She glanced at my mother. "Aunt Mette, you know I would never threaten to kill Night with a bread knife! If I wanted to kill him, it would be with a butter knife."
My mother cracks a smile, but there is still a stern light in her eyes. "Don't play with knives," she advises before striding out of the room. Mattias, who is busy yelling at Isaac, is probably the reason
Ciera smiles sweetly at me, and replaces the knife on the table. I glare at her while she picks up her now empty bowl, and rinses it in the sink. "Who's staring now?" She taunts, and I grind my teeth.
"I'm going outside," I announce once she has finished rinsing her bowl. She shrugs, and sucks her scratched finger. "Me too."
I frown. "Um, no. You're not coming with me."
"I think you'll find that I will accompany you," Ciera beamed.
I groaned, and chucked the butter knife I had been using at her. She caught it, and smiled oddly, head cocked to one side. “Don’t chuck knives, Night.”
I roll my eyes, and storm out of the door, slamming it behind me.
She follows me out, and I glare at her. “Are you serious?" 
Ciera grins. “Yep.”
I groan. “You are a despicable creature.” 
“Of course I am,” comes her answer, and she bows, grinning.
I ignore her, and stamp my way to the other side of the garden and sit on an upturned flower pot, back to Ciera, yet listening intently. It sounds like she is playing hopscotch or something. 
A sudden gust of wind hits me in the back, sending me falling towards the concrete ground. I steady myself with my hands, and turn. The sight almost makes me scream. A dragon. A dragon is in my backyard. And Ciera is in his mouth.
I scream. A rather girlish thing to do, yes, but since Ciera hadn’t done it yet, I thought one of us should. The dragon turns its massive, black scaled head, and stares directly at me with one cold, amber eye. I stop screaming abruptly. Something about that eye... then it happens.
Night Arin... what an interesting name.
I know that the voice belongs to the dragon... yet somehow, it comforts me to know that it is evn slightly human. It can speak a civil tongue, which is more then my brothers can claim.
"Who are you!" I yell, hoping my mother will hear me. 
Tut tut... I would have thought you knew better then to yell, Night Arin. Your mother cannot hear you, and if she could, why would she save you? She is a reasonable woman; she understands that it is better to live and let you die, then die and leave three children motherless.
"So you're going to kill me?' I ask. It considers me for a moment before responding.
I am. But not yet... not yet. Your little female friend can die first.
I cock my head, momentarily confused, then realize what he means. Ciera. He wants to kill my little cousin. Somehow, I shake myself out of the trance the dragon has put me in, and charge towards the winged lizard, brandishing a fist.
A deep rumbling comes from it's stomach, and my face burns a bright red. It is laughing at me. Laughing.
We will meet again soon, Night Arin, it whispers into my head, then extends it's wings, and flies, Ciera still clutched in it's mouth. I watch them, then slump, crying. 
== Blood ==
Finally, I stand, cursing myself mentally. Why did stupid hormones have to kick in so often?! One second I was yelling, and next I was crying like a five year old girl! I kick over a pot plant in frustration, then swear again. Instead of venting out my anger, kicking the dumb plant had only given me a stubbed toe. Great. A stubbed toe was exactly what I needed. Not.
I walk towards the house, noting the blood from my toe smearing on the concrete, but not really caring. "Hey, Mette!"
My mother, Mette, comes walking towards me, her dark hair swaying as she moves. When I was a child, I would pull on it often, and she let me, claiming that it calmed me down. In reality, it hadn't, but I enjoyed pulling it all the same.
A frown darkens her face. "I would rather you refered to me as, 'mother,' or, 'mum.'"
I roll my eyes. "I'm eighteen next month, I don't need to call you childish names like 'mum.' But anyway... I have something to tell you."
She purses her lips, but waits for me to speak.
"Sisi... a dragon took her."
She freezes, and a horrified expression flitted across her face. "Are you sure?"
I nod. "I-I saw it." Mentally, I curse the stammer in my voice. Why do I have to sound so... sad? Is Sisi's abduction really a bad thing? I know the answer... however much I dislike her, she is my cousin, and blood goes stronger then dislike, or whatever the saying is.
Category:Literature
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)
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