Fire Dragon (Element Dragons Book 1)

by Alexis Davie

  Both were holding bats with blades, knives, and bits of broken glass sticking out of them, which they swung at Ember. Ember suddenly looked very small next to the gigantic creatures. One of them whacked Sarah’s ceiling fan with his forehead, accidentally. As Sarah watched with horrified surprise, a third beast crashed through her bedroom window and clawed his way in.

  Ember ducked, and the first swing of the huge baseball bat missed him. A loud, thunderous sound came from Ember. What was the point in that? Sarah couldn’t see the benefit until crackling, white hot flames came from his throat, bathing the beasts in fire.

  “Fucking dragon!” roared one, covering his eyes with his thick, hairy forearm.

  Sarah had been staring in horror, standing still with her mouth agape. She snapped herself out of it and jerked the gun at one of the beasts. After lining up the sights on the creature’s burly chest, she popped off a couple shots.

  To Sarah’s credit, she didn’t miss. The bullets streaked straight into the huge beast’s fatty skin, sinking deep and vanishing from sight. The beast snarled and came after her with the bat. She yelped and scampered back into the kitchen, still shooting him time after time.

  She was vaguely aware of a transformation overtaking Ember over by her couch. One second, he was there in his tailored suit, and then he was gone. A dragon took his place.

  A sleek, red, scaled, freaking dragon. He was the size of a truck, and he hardly fit in her living room.

  The dragon was fast. He pounced onto one of the big men, taking both of them down. Sarah was so stunned that she almost missed the beast in front of her swinging at her with that cruel bat. She ducked at the last second. The bat zipped over her head and smashed into her cabinet, ripping it off the wall. Her foot caught on it and she fell.

  The creature was on top of her in a second, squeezing into the space between the wall and the island. She kept shooting him until the gun in her hands started clicking helplessly. She scrambled back, looking for something to throw at him. Her hands found something on the counter that seemed solid and she launched it, hoping it would do some damage.

  A box of Shredded Wheat whacked the beast in the face. The box broke, dumping frosty white dust on him.

  “So, you’re her.” His voice was deep and guttural, like a pig if a pig had suddenly gained the power of speaking. “I’m going to skin you and—”

  That’s as far as he got before something hit him in the back of the head. He froze, blinked once, and fell forward like a felled oak tree. He hit the bar stools. They crumbled like tinfoil under his frame.

  Ember, no longer in dragon form, was standing behind him with a wild look in his eyes and a bloodied bat in his hands. The bat looked outrageous in his normal hands. His was no longer wearing a suit jacket and his red shirt was ripped across the front, exposing rock-hard chest muscles. His spiky hair had been roughed up and his throat seemed to be glowing with heat from the inside.

  He dropped the bat and hurried over to Sarah, taking her hand and leading her out of the remains of what used to be a cute kitchen. Her legs shook from the adrenaline.

  “We have to get out of here,” he urged. “Are you okay?”

  He took her face in his hands and looked her up and down, checking her face for any injuries. “Did they hit you?”

  “N…n…no.” Her chin was quivering despite her best efforts to keep it still. “Wh…what were those things?”

  “Orcs,” he replied. He slid a hand down her lower back and guided her towards the outside of the building. Her heart pounded. Part of her wondered if she was going to pass out.

  They reached Ember’s car. He whipped out his keys and unlocked the doors. He opened the door for her like a gentleman. Why her brain isolated that fact at that moment, she might never know. It was all she could do to bring her mind back to normalcy. Had he just been a dragon?

  She had been attacked by orcs. Whatever orcs were.

  And a dragon saved her.

  She finally got her wits about her. Ember was driving fast, continually checking his rearview mirror for anything suspicious. He reached over with his right hand and placed it on her knee.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want it to be this way.”

  4

  Sarah sat in stunned silence, not speaking for several minutes while Ember weaved in and out of traffic. She’d left her wits back at her apartment. The funny thing was that her landlord would show up in the morning for the rent, probably mad like always. She’d always wanted to get revenge on him. She’d been an excellent tenant. She always paid on time and she hadn’t missed a payment, but for some reason, the guy had it out for her.

  Well, looks like she was going to get her revenge after all. That would be an interesting one to submit to the insurance company. She could imagine how that conversation would go.

  Hi, my building has sustained some damage.

  Okay. What caused it?

  It appears to be three large men with tusks.

  Can I provide you with the number of a psychiatrist, sir?

  She looked over at her companion. Ember had been telling the truth after all. He was a dragon.

  Oh, God. She felt a headache coming on. She was still holding the gun despite having no bullets. The creepiest thing was that those men hadn’t come for Ember. They’d come for her. Ember had called them a cleanup squad. If the dust thing at her door didn’t kill her, they had been there to finish the job.

  This Roland guy was an asshole.

  What had she even done? Sarah was a good girl. Sure, she was a bit of a rebel. She didn’t like the slow lane. Sometimes she snuck food into movies. But that was about as bad as she got. She wasn’t involved in any illegal acts. She hadn’t hurt this guy, as far as she knew. But then again, if she was being honest with herself, she had to come to grips with the fact that none of the last hour made sense.

  All she’d wanted to do was go home after a long day and forget the smoothie guy. Her biggest concern had been talking to Jamie about her love life. Little did she know her life would have taken such a dangerous turn.

  Now she was zipping through darkened streets in a car more expensive than most houses. A dragon was sitting next to her that said he knew her from a past life. The craziest thing was that she was starting to wonder if he was telling the truth.

  “I think there’s been a mistake,” she finally said as street lights whizzed by her window. “I’m not the woman everyone thinks I am. I’m just a normal girl. I’m totally human. I’m not an orc and I’m sure not whatever you are.”

  “You’re not a normal girl,” he insisted. “You just don’t remember. I’ve looked for you for one-thousand years. I knew I would find you one day.”

  She glanced in the mirror at the traffic behind them. Nothing. Just a line of cars. “How old are you? Thirty at the most? You haven’t been looking for me for one-thousand years.”

  “I’m immortal.”

  “Ah. Of course.”

  “I’m telling the truth,” he said sternly.

  “So you’ve said,” said Sarah with a shrug.

  He made a noise. At first, she thought he was sighing, but when she looked over he was grinning.

  “You’re still stubborn. Open your mind, Sarah. I’ll prove it. You have a birthmark on your ankle.”

  She slid her hand down to her ankle. “So? Anyone could know that.”

  “You don’t like the color pink.”

  “Lots of girls don’t.”

  He had a mischievous look. He had her, and he knew it.

  “You were afraid you didn’t have an imagination as a child, so you practiced trying to imagine stuff for hours by yourself.”

  She felt a shiver go through her body. “I’ve never told anyone that in my life. How did you know that?”

  “You might not have told anyone in this life,” he said. “But you told me in one of your last ones.”

  She covered her face. “I’m crazy. That’s the only explanation. I’m crazy.”

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nbsp; “True, but this is also happening.” There was just the slightest hint of amusement to his voice. “It’s okay. You’ll start to remember.”

  “I’m starting to question my sanity,” she replied, still with her hands over her face. “Not anything else.” She peeked through her fingers. “Seriously, I never told anyone that. There’s no way you could have known.”

  She watched Ember, trying to quell the fear deep inside. She knew him. She’d watched him in the stage of sleep for the past twenty-four years. He was the creature from her nightmare. He was the beast. She’d see a flash of red scales and then she screamed, night after night, week after week, year after year. When she’d first seen him in the apartment, she’d been stunned. He was her nightmare. But, she felt safe. Did dragons have a power to use glamour on people, forcing them to do and believe things?

  What had he done? Why did she scream when saw him? He looked nice and she had to admit she was attracted to him physically. But then again, there was something tickling her subconscious, that child’s fear. She’d always assumed it was just a stupid dream. She’d had another one with guerilla fighters. She’d mixed up gorillas with guerillas in her mind as an eight-year-old when her parents had taken her to see Planet of the Apes. Every time the newspaper said something about guerilla warfare, she was convinced the apes were taking over.

  But the dragon dream wasn’t like that because the person she dreamed about was sitting in the car next to her. She wanted to find out more, but she didn’t want to outright ask, ‘Why do I have nightmares about you?’ She had to be stealthy.

  She asked, “Why now? Why did you all come today?”

  “I finally tracked you down,” he told her. “I’ve been following you from lifetime to lifetime, but each time, Roland beats me to you.”

  She grimaced. “You mean Roland kills me each time you find me?”

  Ember looked out the window, away from her. His youthful, handsome face suddenly looked terribly old and pained. “Every time. And every time, I try to find you in your new life. This is the first time I’ve beaten him to you.”

  “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”

  “I saved your life.”

  She opened her mouth to reply, but realized she didn’t have a good response.

  “Huh,” she said awkwardly, hating that she’d said it, and then wondering why she cared. “If I’m not a dragon, and I have no powers, why are you, and this Roland guy, so interested in me? Why aren’t you more interested in an immortal?” she asked.

  “Well, once upon a time, you loved me. And, I still love you.”

  “Love me? You don’t even know me!”

  “I’ve known you for a millennium.”

  “Why not give up? Obviously, I keep dying. It’s never going to last.” The thought gave Sarah shivers.

  “You can be immortal.”

  “What, you’d put a spell on me or something?”

  He cleared his throat. “No. Nothing like that. You’re my mate. We were married.”

  “Wait, what? First, you tell me I’ve been reincarnated and now I am your reincarnated dead wife? How exactly will that make me immortal, because, obviously, it hasn’t worked so far.”

  “When you become pregnant by my seed, you will become immortal.”

  There was a pause. “No. Just no. I think I might have misheard you.”

  “I think you probably heard me right. To make you immortal, I’d have to choose you as my mate, which I’ve already done. I can only have one mate in my lifetime. Then, the next step to immortality is pregnancy.”

  “That’s convenient,” she said bluntly.

  He laughed.

  “What?” she asked, a little self-conscious.

  He kept laughing before placing a hand on her thigh. “I’m just so glad to hear your voice again.” Was his voice cracking? “I’ve spent so many years trying to find you…and now you’re here!”

  She almost pushed his hand away, but didn’t. He moved it before she could do anything anyway.

  “Who’s this Roland guy?” she asked. If she was going to be scared of him, she was going to figure out if there was a good reason for it. Sure, Ember was a dragon and he showed up in nightmares regularly, but maybe there was just a misunderstanding, right? Maybe she was screaming at something else in the dream. It wasn’t probable, but what he said was true—he had saved her life. She wasn’t sure about anything else, but she knew without a doubt that he wanted her alive.

  “He’s my cousin,” Ember admitted. “He was always jealous of me and my brothers. My father is the Dragon King, and he always wanted the powers bestowed upon me and my siblings.”

  “Really? Tell me more, because this just keeps getting better!” Sarah said, sarcastically.

  Ember scowled, and continued, “Well, this might sound strange.”

  “Right, because everything you’ve said up to this point is completely rational.”

  Ember laughed. “My father was once mortal, but he fell in love with Gaia, also known as Mother Earth. The world was happy and they were truly perfect together. But then my dad started to age. He wasn’t immortal like her. So, she had a spell cast on him by a powerful sorcerer to make him immortal and give him the power to transform into a dragon. He was the first dragon, and she was our mother.”

  “Pretty sweet deal,” Sarah said.

  She hadn’t quite made up her mind on Ember. Good or bad? Only time could tell. Until then, she would act like he was an ally. If he was a villain, it wasn’t like she could do much against him. He was a dragon. A big accomplishment for Sarah was successfully shooting a wadded-up ball of paper into the trashcan from across the room. She wasn’t prepared to go up against him.

  “Well, it was a sweet deal except for Roland. He is my mother’s nephew. His mother is a goddess. Some refer to her as Selene or Luna. But, she is not as powerful as my mother. Roland is immortal, but he doesn’t have the power that we have. He shifts into wolf form, and he was the first of his kind—a human-wolf hybrid. Although werewolves are powerful, they’re not as powerful as dragons.”

  “He wants to kill you because he’s jealous?”

  “Not quite. Roland fought us all the time. Not physically, but he tried to sabotage us. Then, one day, he changed. He said he wanted to make amends. Then, we figured out why. He’d met a woman named, Marilla. He was head-over-heels for her.” He paused for a second, his eyes were looking at the past. “He met Marilla after I met you. On the night of our wedding, Marilla came to kill me, but you blocked her to save me, and instead, she killed you.” He paused again, tears reaching the brims of his eyes, but they didn’t spill over. “You sacrificed yourself. I killed Marilla out of rage. Roland never forgave me. He thinks that if he can’t find love, I shouldn’t be able to have you in my life.”

  She stared at the radio. His story felt right. The dream. It seemed to fit—the scream and the flash of fiery, red scales. But why?

  “Why did Marilla try to kill you? Wait, hold on. How could she kill you? Aren’t you immortal?”

  “Dragons are immortal. That means we have no natural life span. You can kill us though. Back in that day, you had to get sterling silver mixed with bronze and bathe it in the sap of a Eucalyptus tree. Don’t ask me how dragon hunters figured that out! Nowadays, there are all kinds of ways to do it, from powerfully charmed steel to special poisons.”

  “Why doesn’t this Ronald guy just find Marilla in the modern day?”

  “Well, Marilla was just using him to get close to my brothers and me. She was a Slayer. He might have looked her up in the past. I don’t know. I heard Roland found her in the next life, but she wasn’t a Slayer and she had no interest in him. It broke Roland.”

  “Why doesn’t your aunt keep him under control?”

  “She can’t control him. Roland’s hasn’t talked to the family ever since you died.”

  “One-thousand years?” she clarified.

  “Yup.”

  He started to get off the road towar
ds a hotel. “We’re going to stop for the night. We’ll be back at the palace by tomorrow.”

  “Palace?”

  “Oh, just wait. You’re going to love it.”

  “Why don’t we just keep driving? Are you tired?”

  She couldn’t imagine being tired. She’d just been attacked by some sort of brutish creatures called orcs, whatever that meant. Her brain was running in overdrive. She felt like she had just chugged twelve cups of coffee. Speaking of that, what would happen to her shop? She shrugged. Her life was more important than the coffee shop, so it would have to wait.

  If what he was saying was true, she had been someone else in a different time. Ember had pined for her for so long. He wouldn’t give up now, and she was starting to like that. There was a part of him that still scared her and kept her on her heels, but there was another part that she wanted to get to know much better.

  So, she just sat back as they drove up to the hotel. The beautiful hotel looked more like a castle, with towering columns out front. Ember drove up to the valet and gave him the keys.

  They entered the hotel together.

  5

  The inside of the hotel was about as swanky as Sarah had expected. It was pristine and well-kept with attention paid to every fine detail, such as the intricately decorated fireplace to the plush blue and gold couches in the lobby. A beautiful glass chandelier hung in the foyer.

  Sarah let out a little gasp when she stepped inside. “Wow…”

  “Glad you like it,” Ember said.

  “I feel so out of place.”

  He brought her in close to his muscular body. “Don’t. You stand out everywhere you go.” He frowned. “In my head, that was a compliment. I meant to say, you’re beautiful, and you stand out in a good way. You fit in perfectly.”

  He gave her a mischievous grin. It was enchanting. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, like she should look away or something from his dominating, loving gaze. But she couldn’t. She just stared back into his warm eyes as he stroked her jawline.