Mwahaahahahaha!!! Finally, a character I can do whatever I want to!!!! Ha! Eat that, Author Goddess! But… there's still a bunch of other guest stars. Characters – save Dessa, Runa, And Anya – belong to the Author Goddess. Dee, Rue, and Anny belong to me, as well as the idea. Enjoy anyways.

"Ooh, Annykee, What about him? He's puuurdy…"

Anya glanced at the newest guy her best friend, Dessa, was pointing out to her. Dessa had gotten it into her head that her friend needed a wild night out with a guy. "Eh. He's alright."

Dessa looked incredulously at her friend. "Alright? Sweet, you sure you're not gay?"

Anya laughed and took another swig from her longneck. "Yes, Dee, I'm sure." She shuddered, thinking back to the time in high school when she thought she was. "Very sure."

Dessa laughed. "Aye, true…" She glanced around Sanctuary again. She'd already asked about every Peltier boy, and about almost every guy their age in the bar. As the song "Sweet Home Alabama" started playing on the jukebox, another guy walked in. At a towering 6'8", he was easily the tallest in the bar. He was all decked out in Goth attire, and he held himself with such a dangerous and seductive aura that it caused every woman around him to look at him.

"Oh. Annykee, what about him?"

Anya glanced at him. She liked Goths, but this man would tower over her. She also noticed a thin gold band on his left hand. "He's married."

Dessa glanced at her dubiously. "And that would stop you?"

Anya looked at her friend over her beer. "If my husband cheated on me with some random chick he met in a bar, I would kill him."

Dessa contemplated it for a moment. "Aye, and I would hunt down the girl myself. True. Okay." She sighed, brushing her short, golden-brown hair over her shoulder. The tips had recently been dyed red, the color accenting her red plaid outfit.

Anya laughed. She had recently added a streak of purple to the front of her long, layered brunette hair. She and Dessa went back to small talk, until four more guys walked in. The Goth guy nodded to them. Anya's jaw dropped. Three of them were identical, but the fourth… he was breath-taking. "Oh, Dee… what about him?"

Dessa glanced at them. "Eh." Her eyes sparked. "Ooh, triplets. Kinky."

"Eh?" Anya repeated. "Eh? Dee, are you blind?"

Dessa shrugged. "He's not that amazing. Not here." She eyed him critically. "Although, he does look like he has the stamina needed…" She nodded. "Aye, he'll do." She slid off her barstool.

Anya stared at her friend, horror in her eyes. "You aren't actually…?"

Dessa shrugged. "Why not? How long has it been since you've been with a guy?"

Anya narrowed her eyes at Dessa. "You know very well how long, and exactly why I haven't since."

Dessa's eyes softened. "Yes, I do know. And I know that you can't continue like this. What happened," she put her hand on Anya's knee, "Sweet, it wasn't your fault. You can't keep blaming yourself. You have to stop thinking about it." She grinned devilishly. "And what better way to forget than a wild night with the hottie of your choice? Girl, with your body, you can get anyone."

Anya laughed. "Oh, Dee, I love you." She glanced at the guy she had noticed earlier. He was checking her out. She smiled at him, a blush creeping over he cheeks. "Dee, he's looking at me."

Dessa glanced over her shoulder to look at him. "Cool. C'mon." She grabbed Anya's hand and dragged her over, despite Anya's protests. "Hi," she said brightly. "This is Anya. She's single, loves animals of all kinds, reads too much for her own good, adores fantasy, and is in need of a wild sexcapade. I'm her best friend Dessa. Who're you?"

Anya buried her face in her free hand. "I hate you, Dee," she muttered.

To her surprise, though, he didn't laugh. Instead, he responded, "I'm Paris. I'm single, am good with felines, live in a fantasy world, and am more than willing to give your friend a wild sexcapade. That is, if she'll let me."

The triplets he was with howled with laughter. Dessa looked at them. "If you three are up for an even wilder sexcapade, I'm willing."

The triplets looked between each other, suddenly pale. It was Paris' turn to laugh.

Dessa grinned, taking Paris' hand and putting Anya's in it. "Be good to my girl, Paris. If not, it'll be your last sexcapade." She locked eyes with him. "Ever."

Paris nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Dessa smiled happily. "Annykee, if he's good, he's a keeper." She kissed her friend on the cheek. "Have fun, sweet. And use protection." She paused. "Well, if he's good, you're marring him anyway, so…" She laughed and dodged a slap from Anya. "Love you!" She dashed off.

Anya's face flamed with heat. "Oh, gods, I hate that girl," she moaned.

Paris chuckled softly. "I'm sure she's just trying to make you feel better. Why are you sad, anyway?"

"Hey, Paris. We're off for a bit. Give you and your girl some time alooone," one of the triplets drawled. The other two howled.

Paris shook his head. "Go get laid, you three. And find separate girls this time."

"Burn," Anya laughed.

Paris grinned at her. "C'mon. I can tell you need some time away from all of this. Ever ridden a motorcycle?"

A slow smile spread across her face. "Yeah. But I don't have any gear."

Paris smirked. "Don't worry. Come with me."

Anya took his hand and let him lead her out. He opened a custom bag on the side and pulled out a leather jacket and helmet. She grinned happily as she pulled them on. She hadn't been on a bike in far too long.

Paris swung his leg over the Harley, motioning for her to sit behind him. Her face flushing, Anya slid on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She inhaled his uniquely manly scent and felt stabs of desire go through her body. Maybe Dessa was right, and she really did need a wild sexcapade. She would more than willingly with this man.

Paris almost growled as he felt her lush curves pressed against his back. He'd always had a thing for full-bodied brunettes, and Anya certainly was a full-bodied brunette. He desperately wanted to swing her off the bike and screw her right then and there, but he didn't want to scare her. Instead, he jump-started the Harley and tore out of the parking lot.

Anya tightened her grip around his waist and laughed with giddy excitement. She could feel his very defined abs under her hands, and she couldn't help but imagine running her hands over his bare skin. She bit her lip – hard – at the thought.

Paris got to his apartment in record time. He let Anya slide off the Harley before sliding off himself. He swept her off her feet and carried her to his apartment. He opened the door without releasing Anya. Once he was in, he set her on her feet and closed the door.

Anya was looking around. "This place is tiny. And I thought I had it bad with Dee and Rue." She smiled at the many times she, Dessa, and Runa had stayed up all night, watching chick flicks and doing Reddi-Whip shots. Her smile faded when she remembered why they started. She turned back to Paris.

Paris stared at her with such a feral intensity it made her knees weak. He slowly strode up to her, oozing sexual prowess. He slid his hands down her sides, to rest at her hips, and pulled her to him.

Her heart beat frantically against his chest. He bent his head to meet her lips. He stopped a breath away and murmured, "If you're willing."

She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.

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Dessa sat next to the giant Goth stud. "Hi," she said.

He glanced at her. He flashed his ring at her. "Married."

She nodded. "Oh, I know. My bestie already pointed that out. No worries, I'm not here to get you in bed, though I'm sure plenty of other girls wouldn't mind." She shook her head. "I wasn't here for me. But you did catch my eye. What's your name?"

He raised an eyebrow. She intrigued him with her hyper aura and gutsy attitude. "Ash. You?"

She smiled at him. "M'name's Dessa, but basically everyone calls me Dee. Is Ash short for something?"

He laughed. "Acheron."

She cocked her head. "Acheron? How'd you get Ash from that?"

Her happiness infectious, he laughed again. "Latinized, my name is Asheron."

"Oh." She nodded. "Now that makes sense. What's your name, Greek?"

Ash nodded.

"Weird. I've never met someone with as such a Greek name as you. Well, actually, I have. My bestie – other bestie, not the one I came here with – she took some archaeology classed from Tory Kafieri. Her first name's Soteria. Crazy Greek. D'y'know her?"

Ash laughed. "Know her? I'm married to her."

Dee's eyes widened. "Really? Dude." She gasped. "Oh! You're the yummy Goth guy Rue was telling me about! Wait till I tell her I met you!" She laughed.

Ash raised an eyebrow. "Runa Johnson? I remember her."

"Oi, not fair!" Dee protested. "She said she only saw you!"

"Oh, she did. Soteria pointed her out to me."

Dee smiled, placated. "Okay. So what do you do for a living?" She asked.

Ash shook his head. This girl was an odd combination of Tory and Sunshine and he didn't understand her in the least. "I'm a… wrangler, of sorts."

"What do you wrangle around here? Gators?" She cocked her head. "D'y'know Talon? He's got gators around his house. He named them, too. Kinda weird… but that describes everyone I run with. Did'ja know he used to be a vampire hunter, like Tabby? D'y'know Tabby? She's crazy, but I love her. Rue drags me to Pandora's Box all the time. Tabby and I chat a lot while Rue's browsing. Valerius used to be a hunter too. I dunno why they stopped. It sounds fun." She stopped abruptly. "What do you wrangle?"

"I was wondering if you had forgotten," he muttered under his breath. "People. With bad attitudes."

"Oh. Like Valerius? He's got the whole holier-than-thou thing going on. Anyone I might know?"

"You seem to run with the people I wrangle. I'm kind of… the head Hunter."

Dee's eyes widened. "No… You wrangle Talon and Valerius and Kyrian and Tabby? You're the bossman they're always talking about. They said you're scary. You don't look scary. You're just drop dead gorgeous." She cocked her head tot he side. "Well, I guess you can be scary. Or, are scary. You're just not that way to me. Very few people scare me, 'specially people as delicious as you." She shrugged. "But that's me for you. I had the scared programmed right out of me. Well, usually." She fell silent for a moment. "Am I talking too much?"

Ash suppressed a laugh at that. "Not at all. Keep talking."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you making fun of me?" She asked suspiciously.

He couldn't suppress his laugh at that. "Perhaps."

"Ooh, vague. So badass." She rolled her eyes. "Really?"

He laughed again. "You're sounding like the people I wrangle."

"So tell me about them." She took a swig from he beer. "I already know about four of 'em. What about the rest? How many are there?"

"A lot."

She rolled her eyes again, a smile pulling at her lips. She shook her head. "Enough with the vague-ness, Ash. I wanna know. I believe a lot more than just about anyone else you can find." She paused for a breath. "I believe in vampires and their immortal hunters, I believe in gods, goddesses, faeries, unicorns, half-breeds of all kinds, psychics, gypsies, time travel, were-animals, sorcerers, demons, ghosts, parallel universes, but I don't think I believe in soulmates or love at first sight. Huh." She took a swig of beer and fell silent, contemplating that.

Ash smirked. "Well, why not? What's so difficult to believe about soulmates and true love? Don't you believe there's someone out there for everyone?"

For the first time, the smile completely faded from her face. She scowled, glaring at her beer bottle. "I believe that most guys are jerks who only want one thing, and all of the ones that don't are either gay or taken." She glanced at him. "You, for example." She laughed, the sound very unlike her usual laughter – cold and angry. "My ex, for another. Wait, he only wanted sex too."

Ash fell silent, realizing he hit a nerve. He was saved from making any other conversation by a girl about a year older than Dee. She had long, straight black hair with two red streaks in front. "Oi, Chickadee!" She called to her. "Let's get going! Where's Annykee?"

Dee pushed away from the bar, then turned back and jotted down her number on a napkin. "You're cool. Maybe you can come to one of our all-nighters. Bring Tory and her friends – they'd blend right in." She flashed a grin at him, all previous tension gone. She ran to her friend, calling over her shoulder, "Later, Ash!"

Ash watched her go, as her friend stared in disbelief. Her friend shook her head. "So not fair," he heard her say, before the girls left the bar.


So the three new charries are actually based off of me and my two closest friends. See if y'all can figure out who's who. If you need me to, I can tell you, but I'm sure Ren or Momos (I'm watching you two…) will spoil it for y'all in my reviews. So… review! Je vous adore!