CH2 Know It All

Continuing With Laurence’s POV:

I recognized them from my brief knowledge I took over. Lyle and Milo entered through the doors first. Milo glanced towards me and then looked at my hair and then at me. He gave me a huge smile and looked towards Silas before he bounced up.

"Hi," he said sweetly. He smelled amazing... like a vampire but with the scent of human mixed in it, the concoction of a fledgling.

"Milo," I purred. "My name is Laurence." I reached out to shake his hand. I thought about capturing his hand and dragging me to him, I could practically taste his blood in my mouth. He tilted his head then smiled, taking my hand.

"Silas must've told you my name, huh? I doubt you read my books," he hummed out and shook my hand. "It's nice to meet you Laurence," he said innocently.

"I'm actually quite familiar with your works Milo Tomas Young.... and I can't wait for the next one. The title is going to be breath taking." I told him with amusement. He blushed and then went to take his hand back, pulling it away from me.

"I'm... not sure what you mean... but okay," he whispered then gave me a nervous smile before he ran back to Lyle where it was safe. Lyle gave a small smile and looked at Silas.

"How was the meeting last night?" Lyle asked, totally putting me off. Silas frowned and looked at Lyle like he just remembered something then stood up.

"Two letters: K... V," he said and crossed his arms. Lyle's face went pale then as he looked into Silas's eyes. "Uh huh, the council is very confused brother."

"Oh hell," Lyle whispered.

"You're going to tell me everything tonight after I get Laurence introduced to everyone, so if you have plans, cancel them because we're going to the study," Silas told him firmly.

"Milo, we're going to have to watch Titanic later...." Lyle whispered to him. Milo frowned but nodded.

"Okay.... I'll watch something else tonight without you then in our room," he mumbled and kissed Lyle's cheek. Lyle sat down quickly on one of the couches, pulling Milo with him. Milo giggled happily and curled up to him.

"KIDS! Don't go running down the hall like- Chance! Stop biting your sister!" I heard Everest shouting. "You can't gnaw on her like a chew toy!" Silas laughed a little and watched the door in amusement.

"MOMMY HE'S BITING ME! MAKE CHANCE STOP! CHANCE YOU LOSER!" I heard Nora yelling.

"BOTH OF YOU!" Everest screamed, sounding stressed. "Neal! Help me separate the twins! Get Chance!"

"AHHHH!" Chance shrieked and I heard hurried pitter patters as the little Chance tried to escape.

"Why're you making your mother and sister's life hell?" I heard Neal ask and imagined him scooping up his son off his feet and holding onto him. "Behave," he growled firmly.

"But daddy!" Chance whined and then I imagined him nibbling on his father's ear playfully. I heard a growl erupt from Chance.

"Are you questioning your father?" Neal asked. "I'm your father! You'll respect me and the ladies. That counts your sister and your mother. I'll spank you," he threatened.

"Daddy," Chance whined again then started to cry. "It's not my fault I want to hunt!"

"Don't go hunting your sister," Neal warned.

"Yeah," Nora giggled. "No hunting me."

"Daddy~ Take me hunting," Chance said pleadingly then growled playfully. "I'll get a rwabbit!"

"No way, you're going to stay in the castle. You're not old enough for your first hunt."

"I wanna go outside!" Chance growled, trying to sound fierce. "Outside! Outside! Outside! Outside!" He chanted as the door opened and Everest walked in, looking exhausted as she held her head and little Nora's hand.

"No!" Neal said strictly as he walked in with Chance in his hands "Now quit asking or I won't let you until you're fifty." Chance squirmed, then exposed little white fangs as his eyes turned a golden color and he growled like a dog. Neal dropped him out of anger. Chance yelped as he hit the floor then started to cry, crawling over to his father's feet then hugged his legs tightly, clinging to him. "No, no, no, no, and no! You're staying inside and in our sights." Neal told him. Chance sniffled and nodded.

"Daddy," he whined, looking up at Neal as he reached up for him in the universal sign that kids make when they want to be held- balling and unballing up their hands repeatedly. He gave his dad a longing look, tears running down his cheeks. Everest looked over and smiled a little, a loving look in her eyes as she watched the two of them closely. Neal picked his son back up and kissed his head, calming down. Nora ran up to Silas and giggled.

"Uncle Silas, guess what number I'm thinking of!" She told him and crawled up into his lap. Silas purred in amusement and started to play with her hair.

"Eight?" He asked and laughed, braiding her hair.

"No. It was ten. You lost!" Nora told him. Esther walked in and smirked as she saw Everest, running up to her and grabbing her hand. Everest smiled towards her and hugged her then walked over to another couch with her and sat down. Chance glanced at us all from a distance and snuggled up to his father, hiding his face into him as he smelled him. Dmitri walked in, holding a little boy's hand that looked about ten- Toma. Toma's hair was as dark as his scales in dragon form. His eyes were a bright pink and shinned around on us as he gave Dmitri's hand a squeeze as he noticed me.

"Enemy," Toma hissed. "There's a new person." He halted in his steps quickly. "We're going upstairs." Dmitri looked at him in amusement then pulled him a little closer by his hands.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine," Dmitri purred to him. "We're going to meet this new person though."

"Only if I get fish later," Toma said. Dmitri laughed.

"I'll feed you sushi," he promised him then kissed the top of his head. "That's my sweet boy. You're growing up to be nicer than you used to be, little hellion."

"I want sushi now," Toma decided. Dmitri frowned then poked his head back out into the hall, asking a maid nearby to get Toma sushi then walked him over to a seat and sat the dragon down. Toma curled up and aimed his eyes towards Chance and Nora. Chance looked towards Toma and then jumped down from his father's arms quickly, racing up to Toma. Nora glanced at Toma with admiration in her eyes. Toma let out a small hiss towards Chance and turned into his dragon form and got on top of the back of the chair. His clothes fell down onto the seat. Toma was now a large Great Dane's size. Chance giggled and watched him with interest before he crawled up into the seat and went to pet Toma. Toma let out a hiss of distaste and fell off into the floor after backing up quickly.

"Dragon!" Chance said excitedly and went over the seat after Toma. Toma ran out from behind the chair and went straight for Dmitri, climbing up his body and trying to stay on his head. Dmitri groaned and then pulled him off quickly, holding the dragon in his arms.

"Big baby," he mumbled. "At least you stopped calling me treasure though."

"Treasure," Toma muttered. "There is a peasant trying to pet me."

"I'm not a peasant! That's a bird!" I heard Chance pipe up as he scrambled after Toma. "You're a bird! A scaley snakey bird!"

"I'm not a bird!" Toma roared and went to attack Chance. Chance screamed and ran away quickly, terrified looking. Dmitri held Toma back and quickly kissed the top of his head and purred in his ear to make Toma stop, trying to win his attention. Toma's attention was won over rather quickly as he purred back to Dmitri in amusement.

"That's my sweet little treasure hoarder," Dmitri purred then smirked. "You're kinda like my treasure too...."

"I'm not your treasure. I'm a higher being worshiped by millions and you're a simple coin of gold in my hoard now appreciate your role before I eat your friends and take you down to the real treasure hoard in the basement and never let you leave it." Dmitri frowned at him.

"You wouldn't," he said quickly.

"I heard crystals are sparkly.... I wouldn't mind ripping some out of a few chests around here to keep to myself."

"You can't have those," Dmitri said firmly. "Besides... you probably will leave me when you're older, so there'd be no point."

"You're coming with me if I decide to leave here to look for an ideal mate. Because you're my treasure and you have to be watched carefully. Besides, I might not have to go far to find one."

"You will forget about me when you find a mate," Dmitri promised him. "Your mate will become your new treasure and it'll be more precious to you than I am."

"Then you'll enjoy getting rid of me," Toma muttered and looked away. He lost interest in Dmitri quickly. Dmitri gave him a sad look then held him closer.

"I wouldn't be happy to lose you," he mumbled then kissed his head before he sat him down. "You mean a lot to me.... You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me Toma. I dread you finding your mate."

"Good thing I'm not going to be looking for one for a while," Toma giggled. Dmitri looked a little happier and he sat down right next to Toma with an adoring look, rubbing him under his chin.

"I love you Toma~ I'm glad I'm your treasure and not another dragon's."

"You chose me," Toma mumbled.

"No, it was the other way around," Dmitri mumbled. "You liked me so much you used to scratch against your egg when I held you and you'd act like you wanted to hatch early from your excitement."

"That's normal," Toma told him. Dmitri frowned then.

"Really? I thought it was because you liked me," he whispered then pouted, pulling his hand back. "You only like me because you saw me first, huh?"

"No," Toma grumbled. Dmitri sighed and then rubbed between his wings.

"Alright," he whispered. He watched Toma closely then smiled and went back to rubbing under his chin with a playful look. "I better be your favorite then or else I might have to raise another dragon," he teased him.

"NO!" Toma shouted. "I'M THE ONLY DRAGON." Dmitri started to laugh then.

"Only?" He purred at him then pulled Toma into his lap. "Would you really get that upset if I raised another hatchling?" He teased, looking amused at Toma's reaction.

"Don't you dare try to raise another one of my species. I'll eat him like I eat fish and I won't think twice about what I just ate." Toma warned.

"He means business," I told Dmitri. Dmitri looked towards me and frowned then at Toma.

"Really?" He asked softly, giving Toma a slightly worried but mostly loving look. He really did adore Toma, but he caved a lot when it came to Toma's wants. "You'd eat a hatchling if I tried to raise another?" He rubbed his head, scratching under his chin and his jaw.

"I'll never let another dragon take you from me," Toma hissed. "It's a disgrace to let your precious items be stolen so easily by another possessive thief." Toma laid down on Dmitri's lap. "It's not looked kindly upon to let peasants touch you either." He growled towards Chance. "So don't let that filth touch me unless you want to be rubbing fresh oils on my scales, treasure." Dmitri purred and tackled Toma into a hug, nuzzling his head against him.

"Mkay~" He said cutely, looking extremely happy. "I love you Toma~"

"I love you, treasure." Toma let out a pleased purr. Hopefully he won't always think of others lower than him. Especially since Silas could throw him out. Dmitri curled up with him, holding him close as he purred back to him and rubbed his head against Toma's dark scales, a small moan escaping his lips from the scratching of the scales against his soft skin. He purred and squeezed Toma into a hug, laughing as he laid his head against his back. Silas watched them and looked a little tense, eyeing Toma down like he was thinking hard about him.

"Don't be so rough," I whispered to Silas. "He's just a young dragon. He'll grow to like others in this castle," I promised.

"He better not burn us all to crisps trying to keep little children from touching him and keeping his treasures safe," Silas growled a little. "Honestly... Dmitri shouldn't let Toma get away with calling him treasure like that. He's too dependent on Toma's approval and love. He'd do better with a cat or something." Dmitri glanced at Silas and frowned, curling up closer to Toma.

"Don't listen to him Toma," he told him then purred at his dragon as he started to tell him a story softly. The door opened and Pierre walked in with Charles, Silas's other fledgling. Silas's eyes lit up as they landed on Charles and he purred. I could tell he was extremely close to his other fledgling, probably one of the closest people to him at this point in his life. He had saved Charles from death and raised him, and Charles's clinginess in the beginning only brought them closer as maker and fledgling.