Chained by Destruction (Private)

Cyn continued making her way through the streets of the city, her presence going unnoticed by most. At least that's what she had originally thought anyways. All around her were a sea of people. Varying races, but predominantly human. Many of which looked at the imposing figure as she walked by. In these crowded streets, she ended up running into a few of them. She didn't say or do anything though, she just kept walking while they turned and expected an apology. One man got brave enough to yell at her, but when she ignored him he tried to grab her arm. Luckily his friends grabbed him at the last second and told him it wasn't worth it, because frankly, it wasn't. Cyn looked very intimidating, and she was nearly a foot taller than the tallest human male. Her wings made her look even taller, even when folded close to her back. 

She paid no mind to these people, they were all worthless to her. As worthless as they were, though, Cyn couldn't afford to go around upsetting them. Not in the traditional sense at least. She had to play this smart... But first she needed to find somewhere to lay low. To plan. 

Throughout the buzz of traffic and nearby conversations, Cyn didn't heed the call from the Vampire. Not at first anyways. That wasn't until she saw the man standing in the corner of her eye and she turned to face him. He was tall, handsome, and pale. Vampiric fangs, not unlike her own draconic ones. And he was staring right at her. It was obvious he was talking to the Draconian. She had no idea what this strangely dressed man wanted, but she could theorize. Being around for as long as she was, Cyn had learned a lot about the inhabitants of this place, and she knew how they behaved. Vampires needed blood to survive, and a select few still preferred live victims to satisfy their thirst, despite the regulations and programs put in place to prevent this. And Cyn knew some liked picking out rare and exotic species to taste, so this situation looked very sketchy to her. Cyn had no interest in being lured to some dark ally only to be jumped by a gang of rabid vampires, so the girl would simply glare at Mordred and turn in the other direction. Her pace quickening as she shoved her way through the crowd...

But with those large wings, it was hard to lose site of her. 

Cyn kept pushing without looking back, paying no mind to those around her as she forcefully made her way through the crowd. She had no idea what that man wanted with her, but she wasn't keen on finding out. Cyn never trusted these people to begin with, and vampires were no exception. Especially when they lived off the blood of others. Sure Cyn had her fair share of mortal blood in the past when she was still a tall and ferocious dragon, but that didn't make the situation any less dire.

After a few minutes of walking, Cyn slowed down. She turned her head slightly and saw no sign of the man at all. She sighed in relief slightly before turning back to face forwards... And there he was. Cyn took a step back out of sheer surprise to see the vampire so close. Where did he come from? How the hell did he make it over here so fast and without Cyn spotting him? She didn't like this... Not one bit.

He introduced himself as Mordred Iscariot. Not a name she had heard, but then again she never really took notice to those beneath her. As he spoke, Cyn was looking around for another way to escape, but looked at the vampire again when he explained that he was "hired to retrieve her." What did that mean? Who the hell even knew she was here? Did that kid she meet at the ruin tell someone? Was Ozaki working with someone in the city and lured her here? Was it the Baskerville family? Cyn's thoughts rushed back and forth, trying to connect the dots. That was a strong possibility. Ozaki could've easily been sent to the ruins of the lab by the family to retrieve anything that survived... Including her. The kid obviously incapable of subduing the large Draconian himself, he could've easily told his contacts in the city where she was headed. Yes it all made sense. The people who ended her life weren't done with her yet. She was an escaped experiment after all... And Mordred must've been their lap dog.

Cyn stared at the vampire with a cold glare underneath her cloak, slowly backing up from him. "No... I- I'm not going back... You won't make me..." She growled through her draconic fangs. "Please... Haven't you people killed me enough? Just leave me alone!" She finally yelled. Suddenly, the wings on her back extended! THey were enormous! Far bigger than anyone could've guessed with them folded to her back. This action instantly caused the crowd around them to disperse as her wings obstructed their path. They were a deep violet color, but were also tattered. Multiple could be seen within the leathery webs, and one of her wings had extended in an awkward looking position, like it was broken. Cyn tried to hide the great physical pain she had by extending her broken wing, but she didn't see another option! She quickly turned her body, her wings pushing people back and angled them towards Mordred, using their size to block him off before they quickly flapped! The force of the dragon wings caused the air to rush around them, forcing the stone dust off the street. She yelled in pain, but before long the dust from the stone plaza had created a nice little cloud...

When it cleared, Cyn was running as fast her human legs could carry her towards the nearest building, a very tall skyscraper that was used as an apartment complex.

Cyn didn't bother looking back to see if they were following her. She didn't need too. Luckily her dragon like senses were still in tact from the transformation, and she could still smell the vampire not too far from her. This was not at all how she had expected the night to go, but she needed to gain some distance. She figured if she could make it to the roof of this building, then maybe she'd have a chance at losing them. One of her wings might've been injured, but she knew by running through the streets she wouldn't make it very far. 

Cyn quickly crashed through the doors of the building to see many confused people staring at the panicked dragon lady. She quickly made her way through the halls, her wings folding in to allow herself more room to maneuver through the enclosed spaces. She could hear footsteps. Fast ones. Great, the vampire wasn't alone. Cyn had no idea why they were so intent on capturing her, but she had her suspicions. They must've been working for the Baskerville's. There was no doubt about it. Who else knew of her existence? Who else would be so determined to see her in chains again? It was simple really, and Cyn wasn't going to give those people the satisfaction of capturing her again. She wasn't going to be a prisoner any longer. 

Cyn turned a corner to see a large group of rough looking men walking towards her, completely cutting off that area. Her eyes widened when she realized they were after her and she turned and ran down another hall, hearing the yells and footsteps of the gang members close behind her. She twisted and turned her way until she saw a door with a stair sign next to it. Grunting she turned and slammed through it, revealing a massively tall flight of stairs leading upwards. She had no choice but to keep moving, the men were getting close. Cyn quickly clambered her way up the steps and she only made it about one flight before the sound of the door bursting open could be heard again and they were running up after her! She grunted, skipping steps as she sprinted upwards. There was no way she'd make it all the way to the top before tiring out. Something about this new body made her wings feel ten times more heavy than before, and it was obviously taking a toll on the girl. Cyn made it up another flight of stairs when suddenly a door in front of her burst open and a man cut her off! He was holding a long syringe!

He yelled and lunged at Cyn! She held up her arms and grabbed his before the needle could pierce any part of her skin. The two stood there struggling for a few seconds but Cyn heard the men behind them getting closer. Without thinking, she extended her wings and flapped once! The force pushed her forwards quite a bit, making the man lose balance and she was easily able to angle herself so the man's back was to the railing. With one furious kick, he was sent over the edge. His yell echoed through the building as he fell downwards and splatted on the ground far below... Cyn heard the satisfying crunch of broken bones, but could not stick around to enjoy it, his friends weren't happy.

She ditched the stairs and ducked into another hallway. It was much darker and she knew she wouldn't be safe here long. The draconian found an elevator however, and quickly ducked into it just as the gang entered the hallway looking for the murderer of their companion... 

In a panic Cyn pressed a random button and the door closed, and started to ascend. She sighed, but was still shaking. Something was odd though. The scent of the vampire had returned, and it was getting stronger. Cyn looked at the glowing 30 on the button panel and waited anxiously for the elevator to stop...

A thin, quiet sigh of relief escaped Cyn's lips as she rested her head back against the wall of the elevator. She could feel the machine begin to rise, and the disgruntled cries of her pursuers fade as she ascended through the building. That was close, but she knew she wasn't out of this situation yet. Who really were these people, and what the hell did they want with her? The dragon's mind went back over all the interactions she had with these lesser beings ever since she was stuck in the cursed state, but she couldn't quite figure it out. Right now her only suspect must've been the Baskervilles. Who else could it have possibly been?

Nobody else knew of her existence, right? Not to mention the strange man, Mordred he had said his name was, was also a vampire. Cyn's face visibly got darker when she thought about that fact. He hadn't been the first vampire to cross her path since waking up as a Draconian. Had he been secretly working with Ozaki? Were the two in cahoots? Did he lure her to this city just so Mordred could pick her up and return the dragon to the people who put her in this fleshy prison? It would make sense, that's what she got for trusting one of these people. 

Cyn cursed herself as she tried to connect the dots, but all of that was put on hold when the sound ripping metal rung through her ears. The entire elevator shook violently as the lights flickered, causing Cyn to lose her balance! She grunted and fell onto her hands and knees, before the door before her slowly opened. Mordred. The vampire despite just tearing through an elevator door still acted as gentlemenly as possible. He explained to her that he wasn't quite sure who Cyn thought they were, but she didn't buy it one bit. The dragon tried to regain her bearings slowly standing up. Her eyes spotted the vampire's sword. It was quite unusual, and had a strange magical feeling to it. This wasn't alway abnormal. During her time as a fearsome dragon she had encountered many foolish adventurers who had the intentions of slaying her. Most of the time they used weapons of magic to assist this goal's accomplishment. However, this one was different. She couldn't quite explain it but... It felt alive. 

The vampire had cornered the drake, and she had very few options left. She didn't believe his words, or his attitude for that matter. These were all lies! Lies just to lure her back to another cage. "LIAR!" Was all Cyn yelled in response before jumping up and grabbing the top of the door frame with both her hands. She quickly raised her legs off the ground and extended her wings. Flapping them once despite the great physical pain, her legs were propelled forward and she swung them directly into the vampire's chest! Using the small amount of time she had left, Cyn ran past Mordred towards another stairwell...

A few minutes later Cyn stood on the edge. THe bright lights of the city shining below her as she stared at the glowing streets far below. There was another building nearby... All she needed to do was glide to it. However, her wing was far too damaged to perform such an action. If she tried, she would surely fall to her demise.

But what choice did she have but to try? She knew the vampire wasn't going to be delayed for long. He'd be here soon. Cyn had to choose here and now. Pain... Or death.

She hesitated for another moment, slowly extending her wings to their full splendor... Her right wing deformed and twitching with intense pain. It was obvious to anyone it was broken, and not capable of flight.

This was it. All she needed to do was take one more step and the nightmare would be over. All the pain, suffering, and exhaustion would vanish. Peaceful times at last... All waiting for the drake on the roof of that other building. She would make it, she HAD to make it. She had no other choice, right? Go back as a caged animal for those monsters, or end it here and now... Cyn made her choice.

With her deformed wing twitching in pain Cyn's eyes did the same as she struggled to keep the mangled mess of flesh and bone upright. The wind of this height made her recall the same feelings she had when she was still a mighty dragon that ruled the skies... Oh how she longed to return to them. How she wanted nothing more than to ascend into the stars and use her power to turn the earth into a blazing sun of plasma and death...

However, all of that would have to wait it seemed. Before Cyn could even make her move, she felt a rush of air behind her! Suddenly a pressure built upon her waist and she was pulled from the edge of the building! Her eyes widened with surprised as she grunted, feeling the weight of the man behind her. Pulling the dragon back to the hard ground as the vampire yelled about how insane she was! She didn't hear his words, only felt his body separating her from the floor. She quickly turned herself around so now she was kneeling over the vampire, his back on the ground below her. There faces were inches from each other for only a second as she stared at him with pain, fear, sadness, and then... Shock?

Something about the vampire made Cyn's breathing stop. She couldn't place it but... This Mordred... She knew him. She had too! That face was too familiar! Although that moment lasted for only a few seconds before Cyn realized how close they were and her face instantly reddened! She panicked and pushed herself off the vampire, crawling backwards before the dragon began feel a pain in her stomach. Her scar was reacting to this man.

"W- Well I could've made it! If you hadn't stopped me I could've been free!" She yelled with both anger and sadness in her voice. It was obvious she was still terrified, but it was also just as obvious something had spooked her. She grunted in pain while holding the place where her scar was, trying her best not to show anything to the vampire. "P- Please! Just tell me who you are and what you want with me! Haven't you got enough of your horrid samples already?! Was my child not enough!?"

Cyn could do little but stare with fear at the vampire as he recovered and explained himself. Of course, Cyn's question did seem to go over his head. She was more interested in knowing who he was working for, not who he actually was. Of course, that was her original thinking... But after hearing his story something stirred inside the dragon. Something familiar... Something dark.

Her wide eyes slowly began to shift from fear to shock. Her suspicions were correct! She knew this man! Some 800 years ago she had met him. That was a far different time, in a far different world. The bloody knight that attacked her and wounded her with this scar. She would not mistake the smell of that sword. Not again. Part of the dragon wanted to react with anger. She wanted to unleash her dragon fire upon this man and incinerate him where he stood... However, Cyn soon remembered she was no longer capable of such actions. Not anymore. They had taken it from her. Seeing this man again only a few feet away from her brought back memories. The fires, the roaring, and the sharp pain across her stomach. Whatever that sword was, it certainly wasn't normal... And her scar seemed to know that as it burned. 

Before Cyn could say anything however, Mordred went on to explain he was hired to find her by someone named Dawn Scarlet. Not a name she knew, but it did still have some value to Cyn. From her understanding these people often liked to give themselves two names. Normally the second name was shared among the rest of that person's kin. Knowing this, Cyn could deduce that this "Dawn Scarlet" was not a Baskerville. At least not related to them anyways. That didn't rule out the possibility that she wasn't employed by them, however, so Cyn would need to tread carefully. 

Trying her best to suppress the memories of battle with the vampire knight, Cyn swallowed the lump in her throat and weakly responded. "Y- You mean... You're not working for..-" She cut herself off, realizing that revealing too much might not be the best thing. Cyn slowly got to her feet again, staring with caution at the vampire. Her breathing had not slowed, but she did feel somewhat more at ease after being showed a glimmer of hope that the Baskerville's weren't involved. Even if it was only a glimmer. Thankfully it seemed Mordred had no idea who Cyn was, and that was a good thing. If he knew she was once the powerful black dragon that killed his friend, she doubted she'd still be here. Like Mordred had said, she'd likely be nothing more than a corpse on the pavement far below. 

"I am known as... Cyn, vampire." was all that she could say. While it was obvious Cyn was not trusting of him, it was also just as obvious that she had calmed down a bit after hearing what he had to say. Even if for a moment.