All the Myths are True 2

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Lovely Dragon's Blood

"Make me dateable."

I then laughed out loud, "Make you, attractive?" I almost said sarcastically.

"Yea, I don't see how that is so hard," she said with a pout on her face.

"Well first," I said pointing to her clothes, "You need to change out of that and into something sexy."

She has on a little kids shirt, hello kitty I think, plus a pair of jeans with jean straps on them that were actually being used.  Her hair was still in a braided pigtail.  Don't get me started on her shoes, no take that off, sneakers.  Really bad sneakers.

"What I don't see why," she started.

Trying to hold back a snicker, "Where did you get those sneakers?  The thrift store?" I questioned.

Embarrassed, "No, there hand me downs," she reacted.

"Well, all I can tell you was that I kidnapped a lot of princess in my day and none of them looked as bad as you," I said as I leaned back in my chair.  "Well if you want to be sexy then you have to act sexy.  That comes from believing in yourself.  First, what you need is a haircut, braids?  Come on.  To act beautiful, it's great that you can feel beautiful too."

"Why can't I act the way I've been acting," she challenged.

A sigh came from my mouth, I guess that I've got to show her.  I then place a finger on her mouth, as I half close my eyes.  I had my eyes glued to her lips, I caressed her face as I smiled.  She melted into the hand and gazed into my eyes.  I get closer and closer as the gentle hand trails down to her lips, her neck, her blush grows as I overpower her, and she doesn't even know.  She can't even look in my eyes now.  Our mouths almost reach before I pull back.

"See," I responded to her.

That really struck a core with Carla, she then snapped back into reality, "I never acted that way before."

"By the way do you have a job?" I asked curiously.

"Yea, I'm a waitress at a restaurant," she mumbled.

"Good cause I need food, and not the types of food you eat.  So you'll need to be the money handler, cause I cannot calculate the worth of money, only gold and other precious gems," I said.  "I go through a cow a day, plus a pack of cigarettes."

"But I don't make enough money," exclaimed Carla.

"Don't worry, half of it will come from me and think of it as paying your way through beauty school," I coolly said.


I led her back to the apartments.

"Do you mind if I see your room?" she asked before departing.

"It's the same as every other apartment," I said, and I didn't really want her to see it.

"But people like to make it their own," she smiled, and then ordered, "Your boss commands you to show her your room."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, but don't touch anything."

Our building was a bit pricy the more you went up, I was on the 7th floor of this 15 floor complex with pent houses at the top.  I go up to my room with her in tow, and show her the insides of my den.  As I went inside of the room, I took off my jacket.  With the back being ripped I could not wear that again and not look like a hobo.

Let me paint you a picture of my apartment.  I had a two room apartment with a kitchen and a full bathroom.  One of the bedrooms was a living space with no tv and the other was my sleeping corridors.  My kitchen was not used much, I never had the need.  But my fridge, that was used.

"There is literally nothing in this kitchen," she said as she closed cabinet after cabinet.

"Yeah."

"What's inside the fridge?" she said as she opened.

I put a hand on it leaving it closed, "Nothing that you'd want to see."

She got the message.  She then went to sit on one of my couches as the doorbell rang.  I sighed, and went to get it.  At the door was a young boy, with punkish brown hair.  I blocked his view of the human in my apartment.

"I heard though the vines that you really pissed of Ai," said the boy named Daniel, "Getting a human to be your boss."

"Hey, where did you hear that" I joked as I stepped out of my room and into the hallway.

He was a friend of mine, he looked about fifteen, but he was a lot older, about 300 years older.

"Man, people are spreading it like wild fire," he said, he then looked puzzled, "Why can't I go into your room?  Do have a lady over?"  He narrowed his eyes.

"Sorta," I would not call her a lady, "my new, new boss, the human," I said.

"Oh sweet!" he then barged into my apartment.

I trailed him to make sure that he wasn't messing anything up.  You know how a young male dog wants everything and will tear up anything.  Well that was basically him in a nutshell.  He was still in the youth stages.  He is a Xedo.  He resembled a wolf with a long snake like tail with a little bit of hair that flowed from his forehead to the tip of his tail where it becomes more like an eastern dragon.

"Hey human!" he said as he crashed right next to Carla.  "My name's Dan."

"Carla," she said uncomfortably.

He continued talking to me, "You know, I would not want to be one of Ai's lackeys."

"Tell me about it," I said as I leaned against a wall.

"Who's he?" Carla asked me pointing to Dan.

"Umm, he is a wolf snake mix," I replied having no other words to describe him.

"Oh, there's another reason why I'm here," he exclaimed, "There is a job for someone like you," he grinned.

"Does it pay gold," I asked.

He replied with a yeah, "it requires you to be in a play, in your dragon form."

"Oh yeah, thanks but no thanks," I said.  "I don't want to go into my original form."

"Oh come on!  Please!" he pleaded, "There is no other dragon like you in North America.  And the director wants it to as real as can be, and you are real."

"Can I come?!" Carla piped in to Daniel.

Daniel had Carla right in his pocket, "Come on you don't want to upset this little lady?"

"Fine," I said looking away from Dan.  I can't believe what I just said.  I took out a cigarette and lit it.  "When and where?"


Behind the scenes I wait, the play was about a dragon kidnapping a princess and the young knight coming to slay it, typical.  The stage was big and strong enough to support me.  The director of the play already knew about us, having had a few of us in his plays already.

It has been a few days since Dan told me and I agreed to be in a play.  When it was my time to come to stage, I transformed.

Red scales began to appear as my wings came out but I kept them fastened down.  I had grown about twenty feet at least.  My tail had spikes on it as well as my face.  My hands and feet had turned into claws.  Now I was nearing thirty feet.

I am ready to go.  I then stepped out onto the stage, where the people could see me.  As I battled the knight, I know that at some point I was to back down and allow him to win.  That came sooner than expected as he actually stabbed my front paw.  The prop sword began melting.  Being hard skinned it didn't go far into my flesh, but I roared, ready to blast him away.

The director had obviously forgotten to tell his actors.  So he thought that he was stabbing a fake mechanical dragon.

After the play was over, I took my gold from the director, and told him that if he ever wanted my help again he was sure to tell his actors about me.  I showed him my hand which was bleeding, and he apologized profusely.  Carla was there to see me after the play.  She took my hand and wrapped it in bandages.  I told her make sure not to get any on her, or else.  Not knowing what my blood will do to her skin she complied.

"Tomorrow you are going to get a haircut," I said.  "And then maybe 'Victoria's Secret.'"

Carla then hit me on the back of my head, she looked flustered, "I can't believe you would just say that!"

"What, it's a store," I retorted.

"That's not the point," she yelled.

"I'm starved," I grumbled changing the subject, "I guess that I'll have to use this."

I looked inside of the bag, pure gold, now that was what I am talking about.  They were gold coins but gold none the less.

"I should be able to buy a full cow with this," I questioned myself. "Or half?"

I took it to a butcher shop and ordered a whole cow.  I asked for it to be sliced, people just might think that it's weird for you to be dragging around a dead cow.  I took it back and found a place for Carla to get her hair trimmed.

"Oh Zack!" said a female barber.

Another one of my friends, because why would I want to pay anymore then I have to.  Her name was Mary, she is a harpy.  She dressed in what she would call high fashion.  She had layers in her hair, many strands where dyed different colors.

"How are you doing?" Mary said as she took my hand and noticed it was bandaged.

"Great I guess Mary, but I need a little help with the girl behind me," I said.

She took a gander, "Is this your new boss?!  Wow, pig tails and braids don't go to well on you sister."

"Carla," she said to Mary.

"Well Carla, you won't be able to recognize your hair when I'm done with it."

"Yeah, I'll be over there," were my final words as I grabbed a piece of meat that I still had on me and sat down.

When they finally finished, she was looking better.  Her hair has layers in it, bangs melted in with the rest of her hair.  Near the ends of her hair they flipped out, it was kind of cute.  Mary was very pleased creating this masterpiece.

"Is that really my hair?" Carla said shocked.

"What you never had pretty hair?" I said looking in the same mirror that she was.

She then blushed, I grabbed her hand, "Now it's time for Victoria's."

I let her pick out the underwear, "If you want to feel sexy, you have to make your underwear show the real you."

I then chatted with the women who worked there.  Nearly all of them said, "Call me," while giving me their phone numbers.

"How old are you anyways?" I asked Carla as she was looking though panties and elegant bras.

"This year will be my eighteenth birthday," she then added while pushing me out the door, "And would you get out of here!"

"But a thong would look good on you," I teased very loudly while silently laughing.

Her face became cheery red.  Ah humans, always so fun to tease.  I have seen so many pairs of panties and bras in my day.

As I sit outside of the Victoria's Secret in the mall taking a smoke, I notice Dan who is coming up to me really fast.  He stopped just short of me.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I asked getting up as I look into his worried face.

"I've been searching all over, I heard what happened in the play, Ai has it out for you," Dan said grabbed ahold of me.

Dan was always in the now.  He wanted to learn more about the world so the best way is to be the intelligence.  He could give you anything you wanted to know, but for a price.  The juicier the word the more you would have to pay.

"Keep calm," I smirked, "I can take out that Gorgon any day."

Just give me any day and I'll whip the floor with her.

"She even handed out work posters back in our world," Dan whispered, "If she can't have you, no one can, especially a human.  I've heard that she now has a siren who answered her call, be careful."

Siren are essentially mermaids except that they live off of the flesh of humans, they lure anyone down to the depths till they could not swim up anymore.

A troubled sigh comes from me as I burn out the cigarette, "Don't tell Carla.  I'll take care of this on my own."

"Got ya," he said as he ran clear out of site.

'Great,' I thought, 'sirens.  What's next Yuki-onna?'  At least she doesn't know my fear.  As Carla came out with a bag in hand asked what's wrong.  Nothing I said, nothing.

"I'll take you shopping someday," I said we depart.

"You know how to shop?" Carla asked curiously.

"Oh god no, I'll have another friend of mine show you the ropes," I laughed.


I go up to my room alone, all alone for some peace and quiet, finally.  I get my jewelry box and open it.  It still has the uncut ruby inside.  I take it out and cut small diamond shapes from it with my claw, and use heat to make it clear. And I melt the unused shavings together on a metal plate.  I then fasten them into some of my earrings.

Perfect as I look into a mirror.  My new ruby earrings glisten against my blond hair.  I used to love when I had a cave full of treasure.  Treasure for my eyes and those brave enough to try to kill me or steal a portion of it.  That was back when I was a youngster, during the middle ages.  I had to grow up and learn to live in human society.  We are dying out, the western dragons.  Most of us are in Europe, where I used to be.


A few days past, and I'm getting low on the food supply.  It's either need to make more money or eat deer.  Deer tastes bad, really bad.  I'd rather have a rabbit then deer.  I have made an appointment with Amala, a Yakshini, for Carla's day of shopping.  Yakshini's are female like figures that take care of the treasures in the earth.

As Carla and I walk up to her, I bow and say the typical Namaste and bow.  As I stand up she gives me a kiss on my cheek.

"You can greet me a way you like," Amala said.

"It's just that I haven't seen you for so long," I said, sort of with a blush.  I brush that off my face and continue, "Well, this Carla, and she would like to learn from you."

Amala was wearing a long sleeveless dress that hugged her body with gold and red colored see through material along her waist.  Along her top she had embroidery, and had a scarf like piece tied in a bow on her back.  She was a model and taller than me, almost cratering at six feet.  But doesn't act like a model, she is kind, gentle, and has a killer ass.

Amala was inspecting her new project, "Boyish, we while need to emphasize the waist.  You'll want to get lots of belt, a frilly outfits!" she smiled as she puts her hand together.

"I'll leave you two alone," I said with a wave bye at them.

They sure didn't need me.  I knew nothing of fashion.  I only had knowledge of valuable metals and gems, and that's it.  People like me all have our own special, unique gifts.  They make us extremely good at only one thing.  For me it's jewelry, gold and diamonds and the like.  I would make an excellent jewelry maker.

Do I make jewelry, yes.  Is it my job, no way.  I cannot take the demands it takes and I'll probably end up stealing some of it, and I don't want that.

During the time I lit another cigarette, a woman walks up to me breaking my thought process.  I look up to see a beautiful lady with gorgeous blond hair.  Taking in her looks she is able to take the smoke from my mouth and replace it with a finger of hers, motioning 'shhh' as she picks me up and takes me away.

Lost in a daze, as she takes me away the only thing on my mind is, what could a beautiful lady want with me, before my mind just melted.  I had never knew anyone like her so who could she be?

We take a jog to the wooded park outside of the city.  My mind is still like a puddle staring into her eyes.  She handcuffs me to a bench, wait……  What?!

"I know you know that I think you are beautiful but, what the hell?" I said now handcuffed, to a bench.

"Don't worry," her angelic voice said, "Ai said she would love to see you again."

"Wait, you're a Siren!" I said pointing with my one free hand.  "You have got to believe me, you don't know what she does."

"Make me a deal," she said as she thought it over, "Ai promised me I could have your current human boss, offer me something better."

Her eyes became mischievous.

"My earrings, my ruby studs," I bargained, "You like treasure to don't you, you can have them."

Looking astonished, "Dragons rarely give away something that is theirs, but I don't wear earrings," she said showing me her ears.  They didn't have any piercings, "Anything else you want to bargain off?"

All I could do was laugh, "Nope I just wanted to distract you long enough to burn though the cuffs," I grinned showing her my now free hand.  I had used my blood from a previous injury on my captured arm to melt though the metal.

My rosewood blood has the acidity to eat away iron, steel and any other metal.  Dragon's blood is a good potion maker, though it is usually used for poisons and other death related brews.  It can only be neutralized if you add the thick golden unicorn blood to it.  But unicorns are as rare as dragons, so good luck trying to find one if you are poisoned with dragons blood.

Before she could jump back, I then took my free hand and drove her head straight towards the ground.  "Oh, I'm just warming up.  I know you have a pretty face, but you can't use your charms when you're facing the dirt.  Now make me a bargain to not end your life."

I take out a cigarette.  Since we are in a secluded place I then light it with my breath.

"Please I'll do anything," she said.

"Cry for me."