Spit Fire
THIS IS NOT ANYWHERE CLOSE TO THE ACTUAL SPIDER RIDERS ANIME!
Just thought I'd clarify for anyone who has NEVER actually seen the anime, or read the books.
HunterxCorona
If you don't like the pairing, DON'T READ!
IMPLIED lemons. No Actual lemons, but they are IMPLIED. If they were not IMPLIED, then this would not be rated T.
ENJOY!
Hunter's POV:
He'd really done it now. Hunter inwardly smacked himself for not being more careful. A HUMAN girl had seen him feeding. Never mind he was living the 'vegan' lifestyle, only drinking animal blood, but she had seen the feral side of the supposedly human apprentice of the black smith. Now he had to take care of one of the few humans he actually liked, and disappear for another century.
Oracle must truly hate him.
Corona's POV:
I KNEW there was something wrong with him! He talks as if he were born in the freaking dark ages, he never eats at feasts, and he sleeps all day! HE'S A VAMPIRE! AHHHHH! He's going to KILL ME! Why didn't I listen to my sister? Why did I have to go for an evening stroll! WHY? Crap! He's gaining! Goodbye Aqune! Good bye cruel world!
Nones POV:
Hunter tackled the blonde, sending her small purse flying into the icy river. He covered her mouth so she could'nt scream, her legs and arms flailing in a futile attempt to escape. She stopped as she felt his other hand take possition on the back of her neck. She could see Hunter's face, now clean of blood. His face was rigid, though his eye's showed remorse for what he was about to do. The blonde shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable snap of her spine. It never came. Instead, she felt her self be rolled onto her back, looking strait at him.
" I'm pretty sure you'd prefer plan B." he said, before pokeing a point on her neck. Corona immediately blacked out, Hunter hoisting her over his shoulder as he ran off up the mountains.
Corona's POV:
The ground felt so soft and silky...I could see a lit fire place, and crème walls with gold lights. My clothes were on a chair, a new dress folded next to the bed. The blankets were pure silk, expaining the ground's odd state a few moments ago. A sudden realization hit me. If my clothes were on the other side of my room...
" About time you woke up." I shot up, seeing my captor sitting casualy by the fire place, reading. His usal ratty t-shirt and jeans were gone, in their place an elegant long-sleeved shirt with black pants. I hated to admit it, but he looked rather handsome.
" You creep! You undressed me!" I squealed, not noticeing the night gown I was wearing.
" Would you prefer hypothermia?" he asked smugly. " I could'nt let a woman sleep in soaked clotheing. My morales are the only thing that keep me sane. Besides, I'm not a pervert."
" Well, you sure fooled me." I muttered darkly. The sicko actualy laughed at me! " Killing me earlier would have saved you allot of trouble."
" Murdering curious girls is'nt my style." he said as he went for the door. " By the way, don't think about trying to leave. I will find you and drag you back myself, if you don't freeze to death first."
" Wha-!" He silenced me.
" Don't worry. You won't want for anything. Besides, I get rather lonely being alone year after year." I did'nt like where he was going with this. If he thought for one second I would be his concubine, he had another thing coming!
" I already told you, I have morales." he said, as if reading her thoughts. " It would be rather nice if you would warm up enough to carry on a conversation. It does get pretty boreing once you read through the entire library eight times. Dinner is in half an hour. If you want to interrogate me further, I'll be waiting."
Before I could yell never, he was gone. My stomach grumbled. Damn the necessity of food. I reluctantly pulled on the dress, finding it fit perfectly. I cracked open the door, coming face to face with a little post-it note with directions to the dineing room in the portrait of a young, blonde female. For some reason, it reminded me of my captor. Shakeing the thought, I tiptoed down the hall, dreading the moment I would finally reach my destination.
