Dragon Scales

Chapter 1: The Transfer

Mornings fucking suck. There. I said it. Anyone that's a morning person is obviously a demon in disguise who enjoys tormenting others with their happy disposition at ass crack dawn hours.

You know what sucks more than mornings, though?

Being abruptly woken up. I'm talking the kind of wake up where you jolt upright and your brain goes 0 to 100 because you've basically had a heart attack. It's like your own personal horror movie jump scare and there's no way in hell you're going to fall back asleep any time soon. You can't even remember your dreams that's how quick your body turns back on.

This wake up is even worse when I glance at the clock to see it's 6 in the fucking morning on a fucking SATURDAY. Like who thinks this is a respectable hour to come banging on my door and ringing the doorbell. All the animals are going crazy now and I just wanted to sleep in ONCE this week.

I swear to anyone listening that if this is a religious missionary I will be returning them back to sender real fucking quick. They love their god so much, fine, go meet him.

I stomp down the stairs and walk to the front door, yanking it open and yelling "What?!" as I squint against the bright light reflecting off the snow outside. Damn, a hoodie would've been nice, oh well. We can find one after coffee.

I rub my eyes and blink a couple times. Let's see 12 people trying to occupy a small porch this early. What could I have done to cause this kind of party? It's only when I focus that I can hear low growls coming from them. I put my best resting bitch face to work, "Grrrr. I can growl too motherfuckers. Now what the fuck do you want?! I was sleeping." A couple of them take a step forward and I get ready to shut the door quickly incase this becomes a grab and run.

One of them pulls out a folder, flips it open and starts reading through the first page, "Are you Silvaria Draganovic?"

"Listen, if this is retaliation for sending pentagram necklaces to the Mormon University dorms, I'm not apologizing. I already made 3 missionaries cry and I've been dying to beat that record."

All but one start glancing at each other while the last one pinches the bridge of his nose. "No. We are not Mormon missionaries. Can we come in?"

"No thanks, creepy vampire man. I don't feel like being a capri sun today." I smile sweetly as a cough or two comes from the others. I'm fairly certain they were covering a laugh. Vampire wannabe, however, does not seem to be enjoying things.

"Must you be so difficult?" He growls out.

I yawn and inspect my nails, "Must you be so vague. Honestly, you want in this house you gotta give me the password. No vampire wannabes allowed. Thems the rules." I start closing the door, "Next time send someone with a little more intelligence, it really unfair for me to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent."

Right as the door is about to close one of the others yelps, "We're from the Dracken Council. You're the current safe house listed and we need you to keep some Dominants safe for a bit."

I yank the door back open and pull the one who talked inside, "In in in..." I say while ushering them inside quickly. I stick my arm out and push back Mr. self-important, "Not you, you can sit out here and learn some common courtesies first. Knock politely when you feel like you can handle being with adult company."

I shut the door on his face, spinning around to face my other guests. Incessant knocking starts on my door. I walk between the 11 people, heading towards the kitchen. I call over my shoulder, "No one let him in. You let him in, I kick everyone but the designees out and you can all get your asses reamed by the higher ups." I see a couple glance from me to the door and back again before shrugging their shoulders and following.