Dragon Guardian

Friday, I'm sure you'll agree, is the best day of the week. I go by many names, consistently changing it as I move about from country to country. Here, I'm known as Lola. I don't age, I guess I better say quickly. I've stopped aging since I was 16 years old. My exact age is undertermined, I stopped counting about a 1000 years ago. Trust me, when you're that old you just can't keep track of the years. I have black hair and gold eyes yet I wear contacts to hide my real eye colour. The contacts are blue, if you must know. Since travelling around the counrty I've refused to make friends but these two kids, Cathy and Penelope, forced me into becoming their friend. Better enjoy it whilst it lasts is all I can say. Now I'm betting you're wondering why I don't age and why I seperate myself from others. That's because I'm what the Slayers call a Dragon Lady. There's one born as soon as the previous one dies or becomes normal. Normal as in we become human, but that'll only happen when I find the Dragon Lord, which doesn't look too hopeful at the moment can I say. I guess I should 'define' Dragon Lady. I can turn into a dragon. There ya go. That's all. That's the only reason Slayers want to destroy me. Wouldn't that make ya feel special, hm? Kidding. Not only can I turn into a dragon I can control other dragons as well. For some reason these Slayers are all paranoid I'm going to attack the city. I never hear about them going after the Dragon Lords. What, do they think woman are emotionally unstable of something? I feel so loved. My parents were killed by the Slayers as well as my little sister Danielle. So guess what my middle name always is? You guessed it, Danielle. I guess you could say I'm a girl of few words. I don't say things in order either so I could say "12 or 8" when really I should be saying "8 or 12". As well as those two things I have a habit of jumping from subject ot subject, which reminds me. Those Slayers? They follow me everywhere! Seriously. I don't know how they do it...
So as I was saying. Friday. Yay! A weekend of helping dragons from Slayers! Maybe I should add that I've got a bit of a sarcastic nature. Sorry bout that but I can't see the sense in Slayers coming to kill me all the time. If I die another one's going to take my place. Whats the point? Only they know the answer to that. Maybe I should ask Wayne next time I see him.
I should explain who Wayne is. He's the Slayer who is constantly trying to murder me.