Chapter 8

Dabbie Donovan...

A Mage, Part wolf, part vampire and part elf. All these were what Dabbie Donovan is, and she's never stopped wondering how it came to be that she was so. A normal hybrid of wolf and vamp or elf and wolf as the case may be would have been understandable to her. And non of the witches would even as much as explain to her what it is that she is. Only that they keep reminding her what a powerful being she was, and how her life is in danger if other supernatural found out she existed.

On several occasions had they tried to bound her elf magic but they failed to do it. Only a fellow Mage can bound another Mage's magic.

Out of the four in her, her most cherished one is her Elvin side, second to that one is her wolf, but she almost didn't like the vampire inside of her because of its thirst for blood. Her Elvin nature allows her to practice magic, but hers is Magic in it's pure form, unlike the witches who draws magic from not too pure source.

She'd heard them say that 'twas her Elvin side aided with her Mage magic that prevented her from getting killed the night both of her parents were killed. Making her invisible to any force that wanted to claim her life too.

She could faintly pick out what transpired that night, vaguely from her memory. It's like it's been baked in her but she just couldn't quite remember itpp. She had her nightmares to remind her too, which were too real to be dreams.

She thought to herself. "A flash back won't be bad".

The next moment she was somewhere she recognized to be her home when she still stayed with her parents.

That night...

That night, Derrick Donovan arrived home late soaked wet due to the torrent outside, even a powerful vampire like him could not dodge the rain with his superspeed. He pulled off his coat and shirt, wrung the water from them, and advanced towards the bedroom to have himself some hot water bath.

"One of the disadvantages of being a vampire". He told himself.

"Is to not be able to raise your body temperature by yourself in this type of cold weather".

"What was that word again?". He thought to himself.

"Ha ha, poikilothermic, that's what they say we are". He said shaking his head.

"I can't wait to shake this cold off me". He rapped on but noticed something quite unusual. The house was eerily quiet, which gave him worry enough for him to forget about his cold instantly.

Devon is supposed to be at home, and the baby. Little Dabbie was only four years old then. He retraced his steps and made for the kitchen. Strange!, She wasn't there, he tried to locate her with her scent but couldn't quite fathom what was going on. Her scent was there in the living room, strong as though she was there, but she wasn't there.

He felt around for her to see if she was there but felt nothing. Devon's Elvin magic allows for her to be invisible but you could still feel her there if you knew where to look. But she rarely uses her Elvin magic cause she gave dominance to her wolf more.

Devon was an hybrid from two different species of supernatural. A wolf and an elf. Her father being a wolf and her mother an elf. They would always say the moon goddess chose them for a reason only best known to her, because never had there been a mate bond between different supernatural being before.

As expected too, Devon came out to become an hybrid, she was taught to embrace both her wolf and her elf. But she chose instead to dominate her wolf. Her Elvin magic she rarely uses, until when in danger. Her father would always say she was the queen of mischief. Her twinkling blue eyes, pointy ears, which she detest and her coal black hair, all of which found their place on her strikingly beautiful face and warrior like features.

"But what could have happened?, I can smell her here and feel her presence all the same". Derrick said to himself puzzled.

"Devon!". He called expecting an answer but none came.

"Devon!". He called this time turning to go search for her elsewhere.

"Look Dabbie, daddy looks worried". Devon appeared and was telling Dabbie who was grinning and holding her mother's hand.

"Devon, Oh my God, you scared the cold out of me". A worried Derrick said picking little Dabbie up and slumping on the couch.

"I checked that spot you're standing right now and I didn't feel you there, how did you manage that". He asked quizzically.

Moving from her spot to where Derrick and Dabbie sat she said. "Seems little Dabbie here has got powers of her own Derrick". Tickling little Dabbie in the abdomen, triggering the little girl to laugh.

"I found out what she could do just this afternoon while I wanted to feed her lunch". Devon said showing Derrick the spot where it happened.

"While I got to her to feed her her lunch, she was there a second ago, and she wasn't there anymore, giving me quite a scare, until I began to think her Elvin magic had kicked in". She continued, gesturing as she was narrating.

"I got to where she was and tried to feel for her, but my hands went through nothing... You see I was frightened, but my wolf and my elf keeps telling me she was still there, I tried sniffing out her scent but twas already fading".

I didn't know what to do, until after some minutes she reappeared and I felt relief".

"Derrick, what she just did is more than an Elvin magic, it's even close to impossible, but look, our little Dabbie did the impossible". She finished off grinning and showing some set of perfect white teeth

There Derrick sat, little Dabbie in his hand, trying to understand all it is that his mate has just told him.

"You say it's not Elvin magic?". He asked

"No Derrick, it's not. No Elf can do that". Devon answered, the smile still on her face.

"What were we told she was again?". Derrick asked trying to remember something.

"A mage". Devon answered for him

"Ha!, then it must be Mage magic then". Derrick concluded.

He stood up remembering he's got to shower and made to go the bathroom, but he stopped mid stride, looked down at his chest and crumpled to the ground.

He's been shot in the heart with a silver stake.

All he could mutter was. "Save Little Dabbie". Before his life left him.

Immediately, Dabbie's Elvin magic kicked in again, and she was invincible.

"Dabbie, if you can hear me, take yourself to somewhere safe from here". Devon said looking at the spot where Dabbie was before, and turn back sharply when she heard heavy footstep approaching.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, so much for being the most powerful vampire that existed". A man said as soon as he stepped into the house. Radiating power too; dark one. No mistaking, he is a dark fae.

"Not to waste time here". He said, his face contorting into a horrible visage.

"Where's the Mage". He asked

"Not so easy there Dormerac, you want the mage?, You'll have to go through me". Devon said poised for what was to come, knowing the consequences of rejecting a dark fae's request.

"Not bad". Dormerac said before plunging towards her.