A 3 chapter excerpt of my newest work. It is still considered a rough draft, but I do hope that you all enjoy this excerpt that took me forever to finally share!! Please be sure to let me know your thoughts in the comments. This will help me out a great deal in finishing the first book!
INCENDIARY: TASTE OF FIRE
Susan Reid
Prologue:
Nerios Island,
Tranquil:
The sun was high as the
mid-day tide rolled towards the shore and crashed in a bubbly froth and spray of
cool moisture. The water was clean and crystalline. The light of the brilliant sun
star created sparkling ripples that resembled strewn diamonds across the
surface. This land was new when his ancestors and family first arrived and settled
here a long time ago. He was schooled on all the tales and history many times
over. Having been born here, this island was home and all that he’s known.
Their kingdom was surrounded
entirely by water for the purposes of protection and enhancing their natural affinities
and powers. His mother explained their lineage to him once he was old enough to
communicate although he was not yet quite able to understand what it meant completely.
What he knew was that his entire family was venerated by brethren of other races
and revered widely as the ruling peacekeepers of the water bearing regions.
As a toddler, his
favorite thing was to be outdoors, gazing up endlessly into the vast and
infinite skies, and marveling at all the Dragons gliding in arcing, circular,
and serpentine formations. Their white, gray, and blue scales glimmered like
armor plates against the light of the sun star. They were so magnificent and
exciting to watch. He couldn’t wait to find out what his Dragon form would look
like when he was able to morph and take flight too. No one, as he understood
it, ever did until on or after their 18th birthday.
Once he got a little older and was used to seeing
all the elder Dragons and soldiers doing their duties, all he truly cared about
was adventuring over the element dense landscape with all its natural and
hidden wonders. There was always something new to discover each time he managed
to stealthily elude the magnifying eyes of his bodyguards to go exploring. Building
things and creating magic tricks was exciting, but then it began to become lonesome
with no one to share in the discoveries or to show his creations and skills to.
Neither of his two older brothers shared his interests because they were more
interested in studies, fighting, and the females. His bodyguards, trainers, and
stewards couldn’t care less about what he was doing if he wasn’t hurt, and his
parents were always preoccupied with other important matters.
He didn’t really care to
hang around his brothers much anyway because they often teased him, especially
the eldest, Dayvid. At sixteen, Dayvid was six years older than he was and a often
cruel to him when his parents weren’t looking. He would constantly tell him
things like; he had been crapped out of the sky by a wandering archaic homeless
Dragon; found naked and dirty and floating in a box on the sea; or that he was regurgitated
from the pit of a dormant volcano because the earth Dragons didn’t want him.
While all the members of
his family possessed fine ash blonde hair and turquoise blue eyes, he was the
only one with slightly curly midnight black hair and mismatch-colored eyes. His
left eye was a bright cobalt and his right eye was a metallic silver. Had he
been adopted? Was it a genetic defect? He often wondered about that many times
but his parents and extended family all assured him that he wasn’t. To their
jubilance, he had inherited a unique chimeric trait that had not been seen in
their generations for a long time, and they wanted to ensure and preserve his
bloodline by attempting to find the perfect, compatible match for his mate.
His loneliness soon became short-lived once
she arrived on the island along with her family. Their origins were unknown to
him, coming from a far off land that he had never heard of and that intrigued
him. She never had a chance to warm up to any of the other children here
because she was schooled at home and alongside her parents when they were
working. It only made him more determined to get to know and break her from her
shell of isolation whenever he saw her doing chores in her yard.
It was evident that she
and her parents were different and not of the same lineage as everyone else on
the island. Perhaps that was why the people in town either avoided or gossiped
about them frequently. Though their ignorance upset him, it also fueled his own
desire to befriend her.
Once her parents began to
work for his parents, he was able to see her nearly every day and he quickly
became enamored with her beauty, her quiet yet kind nature, and her spunky
curiosity. They were poor yet brave refugees, his father explained to him. He
told him what being a refugee meant and reminded him of what their duties as the
ruling Dragon race of this kingdom entailed.
At first, he assumed that
she was shy or maybe just afraid of associating with him because of his status
and being monitored by his armed bodyguards, who were always never far behind
him. But after about a month of simply saying hello to her every day with a
smile and sharing lunches and sweet treats with her whenever he could, he had
finally succeeded in winning her trust.
Both he and she connected
in a way that he had never been able to connect with anyone outside of his
family, even with his own brothers. He often thought of her as his girlfriend,
especially when he held her hand . . . in a friendship meaning way, to help her
across a stream or to climb.
His questions about her
roots and family lineage was met with sincere naivete. She didn’t know, which
was strange, but he didn’t care. They had quickly become inseparable, though
mostly in secret. It wasn’t long before she quickly became his favorite playmate
. . . and not long after, his unexpected crush.
He often wondered if she
felt the same way about him because he really liked her. Maybe one day he would
marry her if they stayed friends when they were older. That would make his
parents furious because of tradition and their plans for being the ones to find
and approve his mate. He imagined the chaotic scene and the expressions of horror
on the faces of his family when he suddenly introduced her as his wife.
That brought a satisfactory
smile to his lips. He instantly thought of her while meticulously working at
perfecting the ninety-degree angle of the beginning base of a grand sand fort. Whatever
this creation would become, he hoped it held up long enough for her to see. It
had been over a week since his best friend and he last hung out together and it
depressed him.
Suddenly, feeling as if
he were no longer alone, the boy stood up and turned to face the sound of rapid
thumping approaching his location. Still holding a fistful of sand, he grinned
from ear to ear seeing her long, dark, locks flying wildly in the wind behind
her as she ran at full speed towards him.
“There you are! I finally
found you!” She called out to him while waving her arms in a cheerful greeting.
He beamed excitedly, “Hey!”
He waved back as his heart automatically started to beat faster. Seeing her
always gave him a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.
She was ecstatic, loving
the feel of the wind on her skin and the warmth of the sun bathing her face.
Even more so, to see and play with her super cute best friend in one of their
most favorite hidden coves along the shore of the ocean.
The pressing thick weight
of a mysterious heat arrived just before she did, and it seemed to be emanating
from her. Holy Gods! Standing in front of her was like standing in front of a
kiln! He thought in comparison and it puzzled him while he gave her a once
over. She seemed fine. Was that heat coming from her? Her skin didn’t look
flushed or red. It appeared to be the normal and flawless honey color he was
used to seeing.
The sand was unnaturally
soft here but easily pliable when mixed with water, so they could easily build
sturdy bases for their structures. She immediately kicked off her sandals and
dug her bare feet deep beneath the sand. She wriggled and spread her toes,
feeling the fine granules sliding in between each of them. She wasn’t afraid of
insects or getting herself dirty, even in a dress, and he loved that about her.
He contemplated giving
her a hug, wanting to badly but wondering how she would take it and how her
skin would feel to his touch.
“You’re all better.” He commented
with concern instead.
“Better?” Doe-eyed, her
brows knitted together in sincere confusion when she looked at him. She was so
cute when she did that. He thought to himself.
He couldn’t help but
stare at her now though. Something else was very different aside from the heat
surrounding her. Her eyes.
It was her eyes. They
were no longer a copper orange anymore. Now, they were like dark red rubies and
that captivated him. Why had they changed colors like that? Not that it would
be unusual or bad because his own eyes were two distinct colors.
“Yeah, your mom said you
were sick.” He reminded her.
She didn’t answer right
away, appearing to be thinking at first, “Oh, yeah. I was sick.” She replied
carefully as if her answer had been rehearsed.
He gave her a questioning
look while fully releasing the sand that had begun to slowly sift through his
fingers. Clapping and rubbing his hands together to shake off the residual
granules he then asked, “What did you have?”
“Um — I’m not sure. It was just a bug.” She
shrugged. Her uninterested response made it clear that she wasn’t going into
detail past that.
He looked her over for
any marks, scars or bandages but saw none.
“Were you throwing up?”
She shook her head, “No.”
“Sleeping a lot?”
Again, she shook her head
no.
“Did you break out in
bumps or spots?”
She giggled, “No spots.”
“Then what was wrong with
you?” He honestly wanted to know, concerned that her obvious physical changes
and the weird heat coming from her had something to do with her illness.
The girl shrugged again, “I
was just hot.” She brushed away a wisp
of hair from across her eyes. Her eyes were almost holographic in the light of
the sun and he was mesmerized.
So that explains the wave
of heat surrounding her, he supposed. He licked his lips, still confused and
not quite sure why that vague answer bothered him so much. By nature, he was
very observant with an acute attention to details, and he was extremely
inquisitive more so than any other normal boy of ten should be. He had always
been told that by his elders.
Accepting her
explanation, he nodded, “Oh, so you had a fever. Well, at least you’re feeling
better again. You look different though.” He then noted, studying her sweet face
and her way too thin body.
She peered over at him, loving
the adorable way his wavy bangs cascaded messily over his pretty silver eye.
His family all had blonde hair except for him. What made him stand apart from
his brothers is what made her like him so much, plus he was the cutest of all
of them too. She trusted him because he was kind and funny. He understood and
accepted her as she was regardless of what everyone else thought, and he always
defended and stuck up for her.
She wished she shared the
same status and lineage as his or like the other females that attended his
school. At least then she would have more of a chance of having him as a
boyfriend one day and their relationship would be blessed and accepted.
She squinted, wondering
why he was so persistent instead of just wanting to play. “Different? You’re
being weird.” She chuckled with a shake of her head and then plopped down
beside him. She began to scoop some sand into a pile in front of her.
“I was just worried about
you, that’s all.” He wanted her to know and he couldn’t help but blush when he
said it.
She smiled at him and
cocked her head to the side. “I thought you’d be mad at me for not coming.”
“Well, at first I thought
I made you angry or something. No one told me anything about you when I asked.”
He explained.
She didn’t think anyone
would. Her mother and her father were both stern about keeping her ailment a
secret.
“My mom wouldn’t let me leave
the house.” Her petal soft pink lower lip stuck out in a pout.
“That’s understandable if
you were sick. She wanted to make sure you were better first.” He explained.
She didn’t reply or even
nod in agreement, occupied with staring down at the sand as if she were thinking
of something. He watched as she lazily drew circles in it with her big toe during
the momentary silence.
Suddenly, her voice was
soft and wistful when her eyes returned to meet his, “You’ll always be my best
friend because you make me happy.” She beamed.
Then, she paused with a
slight frown. The shimmer of excitement in her new red eyes temporarily waned when
she looked directly into his and said, “But you would make me really sad if you
found a new best friend and forgot all about me.”
He shook his head with
conviction, “I would never forget you. Don’t worry about that . . . especially
now.” He smiled with assurance and blushed once again.
His reply returned the sparkle
in her eyes and her smile radiated even more brighter this time. He was glad to
see it.
“Now? Why now?” She
cocked her head and inquired with wonder.
He scratched his cheek
and laughed a bit, “Nothing,” he shook his head.
He kneeled back down
beside her, continuing to study her features and wondering exactly what else
about her had changed and made her seem even more strange to him. When she
pushed a stray hair behind her ear, he caught a glimpse of the dark birthmark
behind her earlobe near her hairline. It resembled the shape of a candle flame
and the blue-violet mark was more pronounced now than it had been before.
Seeing she was no longer
interested in talking about her illness, the boy began to watch her work to
scoop, pat smooth, and form the sand into a rising mound. As her delicate hands
slid down the sides of the growing conical shape, the surface instantly became sleek,
turning into solid glass in their wake.
He gaped, eyes bugging in
amazement. Had she learned that trick from her father, the court Alchemist?
That was so cool! He wished he could sit with them and learn magic like that too.
It was a lot better than the magic he was accustomed to seeing and being taught
to do.
“Whoa! How do you do
that?” He asked excitedly as he leaned over and ran a finger over the slick surface
of what used to be plain light brown sand. It was still hot to the touch and he
immediately drew his hand away. Why was it still so hot? He wondered in
fascination. His fingers became wet and cool and he quickly wiped them dry on
the side of his pant leg, but it was no use. They’d stay wet for a few minutes longer
until his skin had completely cooled.
“I don’t know.” She
shrugged, not in the least impressed with or excited about her own unique
talent. He didn’t know much on alchemy, but he did know that it took an
extremely intense amount of heat and pressure to turn sand into glass,
especially that fast.
“Did your father teach
you? Turning sand into glass?” He asked in excitement.
She shook her head no,
wispy bangs swishing wildly back and forth across her forehead, “It’s not a
trick.”
He was confused and disappointed
by her secrecy, figuring that she’d tell him anything as his best friend, but
he didn’t press it. He absently wiped his wet hand against his pant leg again.
“Did you get the flowers
I brought you?” He decided to ask shyly.
She looked over at him and
smiled, “Yes, Thank you! They were so pretty!”
He grinned big, proud of
himself. “You’re welcome.”
She was severely
contagious, and her parents would not let him inside their house when he
brought her the flowers he had picked.
As far as she knew, the
truth was that she hadn’t been sick at all. Her entire body suddenly ignited
with heat and she became a walking furnace, hotter than the blazing coals in
their firepit. There were some moments when she became dizzy and nauseous
because of the sudden changes, but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t stand.
Regardless, her mother
wouldn’t let her leave the house even though she felt perfectly fine. She was
dead-set against her hanging out with her best friend, but she never told her
why. It made her mad that she never told her a lot of things, like why they had
to leave their homeland and cozy house to come here in the first place. She
hated it here at first but when she met the boy, that all changed for her. He was
so cute, and he made her laugh. She never understood why his parents seemed so
nice at first, and then they seemed like they didn’t want him to play with her
at all.
His oldest brother was
mean to her and she didn’t like him. He often made fun of and teased her,
purposefully hurting her feelings in front of the other little girls in the
town so they would hate her too. Then they would all laugh at her, some trying
to pick physical fights with her because they said she had no business playing
with her best friend.
However, when no one else was around the eldest
brother’s treatment of her would change drastically. He would watch her in a way
that made her very uncomfortable. He tried to touch her on a few occasions, and
once even convinced her to climb the ladder to what he called, his secret treehouse,
while he held it steady when she was wearing a dress. He had gotten so angry
when Maxwell showed up unexpectedly and wanted to play too. She didn’t understand
why he didn’t want his own brother to play with them, too. Using her own
limited instincts, she took the opportunity to flee while they fought. To her,
Dayvid couldn’t be related to her best friend. He was far too creepy and mean.
She never said anything
to anyone about it, not even her best friend because she didn’t want him to
hate his own brother. Her mother already knew without her having to tell her
anything. After that incident, her mother watched him with a fiery gaze that
could instill fear in anyone, making sure that she no longer wore dresses and
skirts, and that she was never left alone with him.
Her family worked for her
his family and the difference in their statuses was always reminded of both her
and the boy whenever his older brothers and stewards caught him playing with her.
It was why they had to play in secret, choosing to steal away on this side of
the island for privacy. They always chose a different play spot to keep his
spying brothers and bodyguards confused and guessing.
“Hey, come on. I found
this great place with many colorful rocks we can use for our castle.” He
suddenly piped up with excitement.
At the mention of colorful
rocks, she suddenly remembered the gift she made for him in the pocket of her overalls.
“Oh, wait! Here, I made something for you.” She said as she fished it out of
her skirt pocket and held it up between her thumb and forefinger out towards
him.
It sparkled. About the
size of a small walnut, the jagged facets on the face of the stone twinkled with
intense clarity. The bluish tint inside caught the sun and cast brilliant
winking prisms of light dancing across his face. The longer he studied it the
more he realized the shape could have resembled somewhat of a heart. Then
again, maybe it only appeared to be heart-shaped to him out of hope, and that
thought made him blush once again.
“Wow, thanks!” His face
lit up with genuine awe as she placed it in his hand. It sizzled, immediately
causing cool water to well up into his cupped palm and completely immersing the
sparkling gemstone. Steam hissed and rose from the tiny pool in his hand as he
peered at the gem in admiration. The stone had been hot too? What was going on
with her? She absently rubbed her fingers together and fisted both of her small
hands. Even she seemed to be perplexed at what was happening to her, but she
didn’t know how to explain it or what to say.
“How did you make this?”
He wanted to know as he rolled it around in the water. No longer hot, he picked
it up and shook the cool water away. He held it up to the sun to admire its raw
brilliance.
“From a coal in the
fireplace,” She grinned as if it was a secret she just couldn’t wait to share
with him.
“I just pressed it in my
hands like this,” She demonstrated by bringing her hands together in front of
her in a prayer-like pose. “It got real hot inside. And after a few minutes and
some smoke the coal turned into a pretty rock,” She opened her hands again as
if to say, ‘Voila!’
She was so proud of
herself and pleased to see that he liked her gift.
What an amazing skill! He
wished he could do this kind of magic too. His mother would love something like
this, he knew.
“Can I watch you do
another one?”
“Only if you show me your
magic.” She replied with a challenging smirk.
He wasn’t sure how he made
water appear. It just happened. He had no idea how to trigger or control it.
Maybe that was the case for her too.
“I don’t really know how
to do much, not like your magic, so maybe later. Anyway, let’s go gather some
of those fancy rocks.” Thrilled, he closed his fist around the shiny stone and jumped
to his feet while grabbing a hold of her small wrist.
“Ow!” He shrieked and
swiftly jerked his hand away. A hiss of smoke curled from his fingers upon
contact with her skin.
Her flesh was as hot as heated
ceramic. Biting his lip to keep from crying in front of her, he cradled his
painfully throbbing hand and observed the tender flesh of his palm through
watery eyes. It was blistered and red. The mysterious healing water from within
his body immediately began to surface and coat his freshly scalded skin with nearly
freezing water.
Fearful, she reached for
his hand to see what was wrong. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Was this why her mother didn’t want her to
play with him while she was sick?
He backed away from her before she could
make contact, “It’s nothing.” He quickly assured not wanting to make her worry
or feel bad for hurting him.
Out of his periphery, the
space around her warped like ripples in water. His body automatically
counteracted, cooling him with cold moisture all over. His dampening clothes
began to stick to his skin like papier Mache. He hated that.
In no time, his natural
water affinity had both cooled and completely healed the heat blisters that
touching her had caused. He was astonished. He hadn’t experienced anything like
this with her before in all the times they played together.
“I’m sorry.” She frowned.
Her response seemed filled with shame. He wasn’t sure if she understood what
just happened or maybe she did. She didn’t need to be sorry about it though.
“For what? I told you,
it’s nothing.” He laughed off, “See?” He held his wet hand up to prove it. Her
expression went from uncertain shame, to relief, and then inquisitiveness. “How
come you sweat so much?”
“It’s not sweat.” He
defended, wiping his hands against his damp shirt.
“It’s not?” She was
confused. She had always thought he sweat so much more than she did because he
was a boy.
“Why do you feel like
fire? Do you still have a fever?” He asked her in return.
She pouted as she placed
a hand over her own forehead, “I feel fine.” She took a step towards him with
her palm out, “Feel.”
He hopped to the side
away from her, nearly tripping over his own feet and shook his head, careful
not to allow her to touch or graze him, “I — I believe you.” He stammered with
a nervous chuckle.
She frowned again, hurt
by his sudden avoidance of her. He felt bad knowing that she and her family
often got the same reaction and hateful looks from the other townspeople
sometimes.
Right now, he wanted
nothing more than to hug and maybe kiss her on the cheek to comfort her if
she’d let him. Maybe the strange heat coming from her was just a temporary
thing. They both stood silent for the next few seconds, unsure if they should
still play together or not.
Possessing a natural and
harmonious affinity to water, everyone in his family had the ability to both produce
and draw it from themselves or other living sources.
‘We
are beings unlike those of man and this world. Water gives and sustains life,
which is why we rule with responsibility. You and your brothers will continue
to rule long after I am gone because we are the defenders of diplomacy and of
the weak.’ Was something that his father, the King, reminded him
of daily as part of his schooling.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean
to make it seem like you have germs or something. Even if you did, I don’t care
if I catch them from you.” He wanted her to know and he meant it even though it
sounded weird.
She slowly smiled, her
red eyes sparkling like rubies and this time . . . she blushed.
After another brief
awkward silence, he cleared his throat. “Uh- well, come on, let me show you where
the rocks are.” He waved her on this time.
“Okay!” She chirped with
excitement.
He loved seeing her happy.
“JAIDE!” a female voice
abruptly called out from a distance and it made them both jump. It sounded like
her mother.
Her attention snapped to
the direction that she had initially come from. The boy’s heart hammered, prepared
to stand with and stick up for her in case she got in trouble for playing with
him. He didn’t understand why she would though. Her parents were nicer and more
accepting about their friendship. They didn’t seem to have a problem with the
two of them playing together as much as his parents did.
“Jaide! Where are you?” She called out again,
the sound of her voice getting closer.
“You didn’t run away from
your mom again, did you?” He asked her.
Her crooked smile was
sheepish. Though she was quiet and shy, she had a rebellious nature that he
admired. That never worked for him though. His sass and opposition always got
him grounded or made to do extra difficult exercises during trainings.
“I don’t want you to get
into trouble.” His plea was serious.
She giggled, “I won’t.
Don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?” He
worried for her sometimes.
She nodded an affirmative
and he finally accepted her assurance with a smile.
Glancing in the direction
of her mother’s voice while she quickly slipped on her sandals Then, she turned
back to face him, “I don’t want her to know our spot. You’ll have to show me
the rocks next time.” She whispered as she turned to run off in the opposite
direction she had come.
“Wait, Jaide . . .” The
boy impulsively whispered.
She stopped and turned to
face him. This time, he didn’t care if she blistered his skin again.
He carefully leaned down
to kiss her molten hot cheek and drew away just before the searing heat of her
petal soft skin began to blister the tender flesh of his lips.
“Thank you for the gift.”
He told her as he carefully and gently flipped an unruly tendril away from her face.
He gripped the precious gemstone in his hand to show her that he would never
lose it.
The image of her
beautiful smile and the ecstatic glow in her eyes after his lips barely brushed
her cheek would be forever emblazoned in his memory.
Neither the boy nor the
girl realized that next time would
never come for them.
Chapter
1:
Present day, 16 years later:
The SUV slowed to a crawl
and eased alongside the curb on the other side of the street across from a
club. It was still dark at pre-dawn, about a quarter till six a.m. and in this
district, everything was dedicated to the night life so there was hardly any
foot traffic.
Both traffic and flashing
neon lights were still active, lighting up enough of the front doors to offer
them a lit glimpse of it every few seconds. They were made of sleek black glass
with sparkling glow-in-the-dark trim surrounding the entrance. Pretty sheik for
nothing more than a rave warehouse. Nothing looked out of place, but he did catch
sight of a something small and white stuck to the front of the door.
“This it?” The passenger
inquired, shifting in his seat to lean forward and give the venue a once over.
“It’s the address I was
given.” The driver replied while checking his cell phone again to be sure.
The passenger nodded. “It
looks new. Is there a reason they chose this place? Do they own the club?”
“How would I know?
Probably. Stop asking so many questions and just get the damned case.” The
driver snipped in reply with a huff of exasperation as he killed the engine, opened
the door, and stepped out.
Donning expensive
business suits for cover, both men casually crossed the street. Hidden in a small
circular alcove beneath the awning, the front doors were tucked in shadow
several steps from the sidewalk. The passenger took off his sunglasses to read
the sign:
‘DELIVERIES
GO AROUND TO THE ALLEY ENTRANCE’ was neatly printed in the center of a
white sheet of paper.
“It’s says to go to the
alleyway.” He told the driver.
“The alleyway? We didn’t
agree on anything like that and we aren’t making any damned deliveries either.”
Agitated, the driver pulled out his cell phone to review the last call he
received on his phone. The number came up as private on his display earlier, but
he took the chance anyway and punched in the code sequence to call back the
last number.
“What?” The voice on the
other end was snappish.
“I’m here at the agreed
time. Is anyone here or what?” He replied with impatience.
“Motha’ fucka,’ did you
read the damned sign? Take yo’ dumb illiterate ass to the back! Shit!” She
shouted tersely and clicked off to end the call before he could say anything
else.
He immediately grew livid
over the brief insulting reprimand. No female had ever disrespected and talked
to him like that! Wait until he saw her face to face.
His partner, who couldn’t help but overhear
the girl even though the phone was not on speaker, chuckled out loud.
With clenched teeth, the
driver released a pissed exhale through his nose, “You think that shit was
funny?”
“Very.” The passenger
nodded.
“Good, then you get to go
in first. I may need a shield. You got your piece locked and loaded?” The
passenger pursed his lips in annoyance with a firm pat to show that he was
indeed armed.
Their choice of weapons was
an alternative on the slim chance that these underground dealers were human. They
themselves would be able to defend easily against any other supernatural
threat. However, the last thing they needed was any attention drawn to their
choice of ‘business dealings’ from the SIU, let alone the human police.
Both the stocky and the lean businessmen made
their way around the side of the club towards the alleyway. After a moment of
hesitation, they cautiously proceeded onward to the plain square metal door
next to a set of four dumpsters.
No potent smell of days
old neglected trash was odd, but they were grateful. However, it was almost
pitch black back here and it made him realize just why they told them to go
around back.
As if triggered by motion
once they stood in front of it, the door slowly began to open almost ominously on
its own. Had they been watched? Were they being watched now?
Taking the time to look
above and towards both ends of the alleyway in hopes of seeing a camera
somewhere but finding none, the driver finally focused his attention inside the
doorway. It was super dark inside the club, but they could still make out some
shapes and the start of a clear walkway leading into the darkness.
“Foo, come on in here and
hurry up!” a random female voice demanded from out of nowhere and it startled
them both. The voice was amplified as if she were talking into a microphone or
PA system. It sounded like the same girl that had answered the phone a moment
ago.
With the briefcase tucked
securely under one arm, the passenger placed his free hand on his gun and
slowly entered first, attempting to adjust his vision before venturing further.
The driver was right behind him with a hand also ready on his gun.
“Why is it so fucking
dark in here?” the driver snapped.
“Keep walkin’ forward. I’ll
tell you when to stop.” The female ordered.
They were being watched. Both
men grew even more wary about the unusual situation, remembering plenty of
horror stories that ended up badly for the trusting victims who knew better. Their
paranoia was confirmed when the door slammed shut and startled them both.
“You think this is a sting?”
The passenger whispered to the driver.
“I wouldn’t rule out
anything. Pay attention to any moving shadows.” The driver replied.
If it was a set-up, they
were prepared. They were armed if needed, and were more than ready to fight to
the death otherwise.
“Hey! Let’s see some
faces here!” The driver called out into the darkness of the club.
“You will. Keep moving.”
The response was curt.
Sweating, and after a
brief hesitation, he urged the passenger on. “Keep your hand on the handle.” He
whispered as they continued to walk forward a few more feet.
The disconnected voice
spoke again. “Set the case down and slide it forward.”
“No way, I better see
someone with the item I’m buying first. The money is all here, you can count it
first if you turn on some fucking lights!” The driver demanded impatiently.
The loud pop of a spotlight
suddenly illuminated a conical beam over a shiny onyx floor. In the center of
the spotlight sat a twelve-inch high statue of a bearded Dragon curled in a
figure eight around a sword. Aqua blue gemstones completely encrusted the scales
of the Dragon and two emeralds were inset for its eyes.
Both of their eyes bulged, gleaming with
fascination and greed.
The statuette was indeed even
more glorious in person. The photos did it no justice, but was it real? Even if
it weren’t, the entire statue was completely encrusted in what appeared to be
very real precious sparkling jewels. It was clearly worth far more than their
asking price. This led the driver to believe that it must have obviously been
stolen, which didn’t matter to them so long as it was genuine.
This mysterious charade
had gone on for long enough and it was pissing the driver off. This piece would
do them no good if they got killed in the process of obtaining it.
“We’ll need to examine it
first. The money is all there, fifty-grand. We can make the exchange at the
same time . . . pending its authenticity.” The driver propositioned cautiously while
scoping out any movement beyond the darkness. A sudden plan of divergence to
the original deal began to weave its way to the forefront of his confident
criminal mind.
“Authenticity? Are you
questioning my sources?” A different, more softer tone admonished into the PA.
“You’re shittin’ me,
right?” He snapped back with an inconspicuous nod towards the passenger.
There was more than one
female here. Actually, there was more than five in all, and for all they knew, they probably had specialized
weapons trained on them, ready to kill at her command. Though hidden, the
slightest of movements, scents, and heat signatures could be detected by the
two men and it made them edgy. They were currently at a severe disadvantage.
Their guns would be useless tools after all. He wiped his forehead and casually
slipped out of his suit jacket as to not make it seem purposeful. Removing any
or all valued clothing was customary practice when one was about to morph.
The slow but steady and
sharp clicking of high heels against the onyx floor began to approach them. Whirling
to face the direction of the footsteps, they were met with a massively powerful
and scorching force. It obliterated them both with precision on impact before
either one could even register what it had been.
Underneath the conical
light, the fireball quickly dissipated into nothing more than a wink, along
with the briefcase filled with counterfeit bills. The statuette managed to
withstand the intense heat of the fire, fully protected by the encrusted
diamonds. It shimmered and sparkled amid the growing pile of raining bits of
clothing and ashes.
“How did you know for
sure?” the first girl asked their leader.
She kicked at a warped
and melted chunk of smoking black metal that used to be a gun buried beneath
the ashes with the toe of her boot. “They were willing to buy what they knew
was probably stolen, and a little too prepared for some kind of a fight.”
They all immediately
agreed with her sentiment and accurate assessment.
Standing at the head of
the semi-circle that now surrounded the statuette and growing mound of
disintegrated flesh she said, “Ladies, this is definitely going to require an
industrial-sized vacuum cleaner.”
Chapter 2:
The cutesy chime of the
bell over the barred glass door resonated throughout the quaint jewelry store. It
was loud enough to gain attention but not enough to startle. The store had just
opened twenty minutes ago, but she didn’t expect for anyone to show up this
early on a weekday. Working carefully on perfecting the personalized engravings
inside the engagement ring diamond, she didn’t even bother to look up to greet
the unknown customer. Judging by the scents that immediately overwhelmed her,
she was already certain of two things.
He was male . . . and he wasn’t human.
His hesitation in the
doorway was enough to garner her attention and she flicked her eyes up to assess
the new customer. He was young, maybe a little older than her twenty four
years, typical clean-cut, blonde-haired, blue-eyed— and all Dragon. A water
Dragon.
The store alarm was modified
to specifically identify supernatural beings. His entry triggered it and he was
keenly aware of its electronic scan. Her eyes traveled down to the bulge and
shape of a firearm beneath his blazer, and the ‘special’ police badge on his
hip as he scoped the boutique with curiosity and admiration.
With already two strikes
against him as part of the police force and a water Dragon, she couldn’t care
less if he was an actual paying customer. The sooner he got the hell out of her
store the better.
“Good morning.” His acknowledgment was
pleasant, and he flashed a non-hostile smile in her direction as he approached
the display counter. She remained perched on a stool behind the counter, her
workspace draped in soft cloth with her work tools scattered on both sides of
her main piece. Keeping mindful of his every move, she didn’t bother to remove
the magnifying lenses or her goggles when she glanced up at him.
“You’ve got some really
unique pieces in here. This is a very nice establishment.” He complimented with
a nod. It was obvious he already knew the she was a of the Dragon species too,
which was probably why he was checking her out, attempting to search for a name
tag, and trying to focus past her lenses and goggles.
“Are you the owner?” He
then inquired.
“Is there something you
need help with?” Her answer was less than courteous and laced with impatience.
He was clearly taken
aback by her lack of customer service skills.
“I’m Detective Adrian Lorza,
head of the SIU here in the city. You are?” He held his hand out for her to
shake.
“The owner.” She flatly
replied, refusing his friendly gesture.
He slowly withdrew his
hand, wondering if she were telling the truth or trying to give him a hard-time
on purpose because of who he was or why she thought he was here.
When she failed to attach
a name to her response, he smiled and pressed his lips. “I see.”
She was cute but full of
shit, cocky, and lacking manners. She was way too young to own a high-end
jewelry store like this. If anything, she was probably the owner’s daughter or
grand-daughter. Her millennial attitude was irritating, but he maintained his
cool so that he could successfully establish some sort of rapport with this new
Dragon run business.
“How long have you guys been at this
location?” He then inquired.
“If you’re not here to
buy anything, I really need to concentrate and finish this. I don’t have time
for small talk or twenty useless questions.” She pointed down at the princess
cut pink diamond set in a vise clamp with the tip of her engraving laser pen.
She had completely ignored his question.
Stunned by her rudeness,
he gave her a once-over. Her long, thick dark hair with subtle red highlights
was neatly pulled back into a pony tail, and she was petite from what he could
see. She had delicate soft hands and full naturally pink lips with a light
glaze of gloss. She wasn’t wearing much make-up, but she had an amazingly
smooth and even-toned honey complexion.
The goggles and lighted
magnifying lenses clipped to the front of them made her eyes appear distorted
and huge, like they would appear behind thick bifocals or like an anime
character. It was hard to tell what they truly looked like. At this rate, it
didn’t seem like she was going to be polite and remove them at all either.
When he didn’t specify
his reason for stopping by, she continued working as if he weren’t even there.
He studied the pieces that she handled with great care. A hand-carved infinity
symbol had been perfectly etched onto the face of the diamond. He watched in
awe as she carefully squeezed a tiny drop of epoxy onto that piece and then gently
aligned and placed the top portion of the polished pink diamond back onto the
main piece with fine point tweezers. The final creation was a charming and
meaningful engagement ring. It bore an infinity symbol with two sets of perfect
cursive initials inside each of the ovals, and it appeared to be floating inside
the diamond.
He figured this was a
task more than likely done by a laser machine or something, so he was
fascinated and beyond impressed by her technique and crafting precision. Young
or not, her hands were amazingly steady and gentle, and she was skilled. It was
a huge tinted diamond, and he estimated the stone to be at the very least,
possibly four to five carats. Way out of his salary range, that was for sure.
“The reason I stopped by
is because there’s been some unsavory criminal activity a few blocks over
unrelated to humans if you get my drift.” He suddenly spoke.
She paused and then
slowly looked up at him, waiting for him to go on. That seemed to get her
attention. He reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulled out a few cards.
One being his business card and the others being passes for the grand opening
of a Museum dedicated to the supernatural, which was owned by one of his cousins.
It was a statement of their known presence in the city among adoring humans.
He thumbed back towards
the door. “That’s a very sophisticated alarm system you have there. Who’s the
manufacturer?” He queried next.
“It isn’t an alarm,” She
stated without looking at him, “It’s my own personal database.”
He gaped. “Personal
database? What kind of information are you collecting?” He demanded to know.
“You might have missed it
when I said, personal.” She casually reiterated.
No respect for his authority
or being an elder, not that he was that much older than she appeared to be.
Taking a deep mental breath, he veered towards
another approach. “It sounds impressive. Mind if I have a look at your set up?”
She met the intensity of
his gaze with an offended glower. “Not unless you have a warrant.”
“I could get one if I
need to.” He challenged.
She sighed and
straightened in her seat, clearly more agitated than afraid of his threat.
“Then you’d better get
one . . . and good luck with it.” Her
reply sounded imperious.
Was that an underlying
threat? He frowned and studied her indecisively. Remain proactive and calm, Adrian,
he coached himself. She’d better be thankful he was opting to disregard it and not
cite or arrest her on the spot for it. Perhaps he needed to remind her of that.
Surely, she couldn’t be that naive.
Though neither one of
them raised their voices the entire time, the direction of this conversation
was going to gradually get there real soon at this rate. As a law enforcement
official, he had to maintain his composure and set the example though.
Without even knowing her,
he could already tell she was going to be a major pain in his ass. She managed
to irk him, and her low-brow threat was logged into his own mental database. He
grunted in annoyance. He didn’t come in here to make enemies, not initially
anyway. Unless she was bullshitting him, he would eventually gain permission to
check out this so-called, ‘database’ she referenced. For now, he decided to
keep the peace and maintain a friendly and non-intimidating back and forth.
He remembered the promise
that he made to his cousin earlier in the week. That he would spread the word
and give a few tickets out before Friday. Sweet. A peace offering.
“Given the value of all the merchandise you
have here, you can never be too careful, so here’s my card,” He set his
business card down on the counter in front of her first, “Have the owner give
me a call if you guys ever run into any kind of trouble.”
She scowled at him, barely
peering down at his formal official title on the card.
“I appreciate the concern,
but I won’t ever need to call you guys.” She calmly assured him with
confidence.
Not only blatantly
disrespectful but bold, however, her response was interesting. He noted how
slyly she insisted once again that she was indeed the owner of this boutique.
Remaining professional,
he smiled, “You never know. In addition, here are two free VIP tickets to the
grand opening of a new museum this Saturday. It isn’t far from here, directions
are on the back.” He explained as he placed the printed tickets next to his
business card.
“What kind of museum?”
She asked to indifferently, not even bothering to look at them.
“Run of the mill beings, you
know, like us.” He smiled down at her flirtatiously.
She stared up at him
through the goggles for several seconds before finally setting her tools down, licking
her luscious lips with a sigh, and then carefully removing the magnifying lens
and goggles.
Once they were removed he
straightened his posture and his breath caught. She was stunningly gorgeous,
and he was mesmerized by her intense ruby red eyes fringed underneath long,
thick ebony lashes.
Caution immediately
gripped him the longer he gazed into her alluring eyes.
Oh shit. She’s a
full-fledged fire Dragon. A fucking Incendiary? How the hell could he have not
picked up on that immediately when he first walked in while she was able to
sense him? Incendiaries were wild, unpredictable, and extremely deadly by their
very nature.
In short, they are considered
to be quick-tempered and crazy.
Her bold threat and statement
of not needing the police for any assistance made perfect sense now. They
didn’t.
Remembering the death and
destruction that only one had inflicted on their island hometown sixteen years
ago verified that fact. From what he’s heard and studied, the fire of an
Incendiary was excruciating, target specific, and swift. Once you were a
target, you were as good as dead and there was no escaping your fate. Incendiaries
can ignite heat and fires both from the outside and within and are very
difficult to douse if at all. They have a notorious reputation and history of
being paid assassins, because they could efficiently kill from afar without
leaving any trace evidence or bodies.
His instincts made him
very uneasy and worried that fire Dragons have set up shop and put roots down
here. It spoke volumes. This was a big city with a huge population of all sorts
of supernatural beings and mainly water and earth Dragons. All supernatural
beings either visiting or living here permanently were required to register
their lineage and identity with the city and the police department.
As far as he knew, there
was no record of any fire Dragons since he’s been a part of the Supernatural
Investigation Unit. It was a good thing he did finally stop by to take
inventory today. He’d have to do some fast research of the owners if that
pulled up anything. Then, he’ll need to inform everyone in the SIU unit as well
as Maxwell and the others to be aware and on their guard.
“There are a handful of desperate
Pixie prostitutes on the other side of town that would love the business if
they were invited.” She flat out declined.
Ouch. Hot or not, she
certainly was a contemptuous bitch. Maintaining his stance and air of
authority, he leaned onto the glass display case as if divulging a juicy tidbit
to her, careful not to disturb any of her work tools. “You know, simply just
telling me to shove them up my ass would’ve been more direct and a lot less
offensive.” Adrian finally returned her bitter sarcasm. To his surprise, his
response managed to get a very subtle smile to lift the corner of her mouth.
“Well, maybe some of your
customers would be interested then,” He offered, stacking a few more cards on
top of the first two. “At any rate, you can never be too careful, so keep us in
mind anyway. We should all be looking out for one another always. You have a
wonderful day.” He winked with a nod as he turned to head towards the door. He
glanced back at her once with a smile as he let himself out. She watched him
walk down the sidewalk past the panoramic glass window and out of sight to the
right.
Adrian immediately phoned
in a favor to get a urgent background business check on the Eye of the Beholder jewelry boutique,
and then called Maxwell.
He seemed awfully tense suddenly,
she noted. Once he was gone, she reluctantly picked up one of the museum passes
and skimmed over it: ‘VALID FOR 1 VIP ENTRY INTO THE MUSEUM OF SUPERNATURAL LEGENDS
AND LORE.’
How pointless and tacky,
she thought to herself.
The address was followed by
the name of the host and owner printed along the bottom of the card. Maxwell
Nerios. Nerios? That surname instantly slashed open an old wound that had been overstuffed
with both rage and sadness.
She managed to keep those
emotions in check for a long time now, but a sudden deluge of memories nearly
made her wince out loud at the bitter ache. Out of mechanical reflex, a bright
red flash fire popped and incinerated the pass held between her fingers into
barely a few flakes of black ash.
Miki soon entered the boutique
with coffee and breakfast in hand and Denise followed quickly in her wake,
breaking her from her momentary thoughts.
“Hey Boss, sorry. The
line was ridiculously long this morning, but I managed to get you the last two of
those fruit and walnut Danishes you wanted.” Miki announced as she set the bag
and drink tray on the draped display case.
“Morning, Boss. Why was
that cop here?” Denise wondered with a nod in the direction he had gone.
When she didn’t answer
her, both girls looked at each other with caution. They were unsure of what to
make about her current mood past possibly having something to do with an unannounced
visit from law enforcement. The stool screeched abruptly as she stood up and
the sharp sound made them both jump.
“Is something wrong?”
Miki asked with sincerity.
“Meeting tonight at my
place. Get the girls together. We need to talk.” She stated. She bypassed the
breakfast that she specifically requested and headed towards her office in the
back, closing the door firmly behind her.
Miki bit her lip, staring
at the shut office door. As a spirit Dragon and empath, she interpreted the
closed door as symbolic when it came to their Boss. It was typical with her no
matter how hard she tried to establish a deeper connection in the last four
years of their friendship. She was so young, and she could feel that her soul
craved closeness, but at the same time she rejected it. Her Boss was good at maintaining
the space around herself and guarding it well with avid sarcasm and underlying
coldness.
“Damn. Didn’t mean to
piss her off this early. I was only two minutes late.” Denise whispered as she
placed her purse in the under counter storage locker and began to straighten a
display stand.
Miki stood with a hand
fisted at her hip in thought.
“That wasn’t anger. She’s
not mad.” She assured.
INCENDIARY: TASTE OF FIRE: Release date TBA 2018 © 2018 Author Susan Reid
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