Psycho World

Chapter One

I had posted this chapter once before, and after reading it like fifty billion times, i realized that i didn't really like how it was turning out. so, i rewrote a few things, and here's the new one.

let me know if you like this one as much as the other one.

Disclaimer: sadly enough, i dont own any of the dark hunters. but if i did...i would be very lucky ;)

For once in her life, she wished she had a normal one. She wished she knew nothing about what happened at night. About those who protected mankind from total extinction. She wished that her life was with out the whole having to fear for her well being every day and night.

But those bitches, also known as the Fates, wouldn't have it that way, now would they? Gods forbid they actually allow some one to have a happy life, one of blissful ignorance.

But as Alyx stomped away from her Dark-Hunter's home, she knew that those bitches would never allow that for her. Not only was she a Were-Hunter, but she was also a Squire, only because her human father was one, and stupid Brax needed some one to watch after him, and her idiot brothers wouldn't do it.

"Alyx, get your snotty ass back here!" Brax yelled from the doorway.

Obviously he was one of those men who didn't understand what 'I'm leaving' means.

Alyx had a suitcase in tow and she was going to find her cousin, Lysander. Hopefully he would let her in. If she could find him.

"Alyx!"

"You don't own me Brax! I'm a dorean and you know it, I was bound to leave soon anyway!" Alyx shouted back through the night. She heard Brax sighed in frustration then slam the door shut.

Walking through the dark city streets, she should be afraid. But she had plenty of training. Were she any other woman, she should be afraid.

She was a dorean Squire, with 3 generations on her mother's side, and was first generation on her father's side. Being a Blood Rite, she could become a hunter. She could be the one to take care of those that screw with the Dark Hunter world.

Alyx stood out side the house that Lysander some times stays at. If she was lucky, he was here tonight.

She knocked once, and hoped to whatever god was listening would let him by there, if the gods ever listened to her.

"Come on, San, open up!" She shouted, pounding on the door.

"Do you have no sense of time," Lysander said opening the door. He had a pair of pants on that hung low on his hips, and no top covering his broad muscular chest.

"Not right now, you think I could stay the night?" Alyx said, giving a small pouting look.

Lysander groaned at her look. He wasn't even planning on staying the night through. He had caught the trail of an other of the Arcadians he was hunting. "Why? I thought you were doing the whole squire thing for Brax." He said, leaning on the door not making any move to let her in.

"Brax was getting way to bossy for me," She said, walking into the house, going under his arm.

"The guest rooms upstairs?" She asked, moving towards the stairs.

Lysander sighed and rubbed his face. She was just his cousin, but he felt to held down by her. Whenever he was in town, she found him some how, and she was the only relative who ever sought him out. "Yes, but I won't be here in the morning. I found an other Arcadian."

"Okay, night San," She said, then walked back towards him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks." Then she walked back up the stairs with her bag over her shoulder.

Lysander stood stoic as she planted that relative friendly kiss on his cheek. She was a strange combination, he thought as he slammed the door shut. She was a squire, a Katagaria Tigarian; who hid her emotions, but never failed to show him unconditional love just because they were cousins.

He shook his head and headed towards his room.

Alyx picked the first room she came too, just looking for a bed. She needed rest; she'd been human almost all day.

She walked into the dark room and flicked on a light, then threw her bag onto the big four-poster queen bed. She followed suit with the bag, and fell down on her back, sinking into the down comforter.

Just as her eyes drifted, and she was about to go tiger, her phone rang.

She closed her eyes and growled deep. Alyx whipped out her phone from her pocket, "A very tired and agitated tigarian."

"Why leave Brax now?" Ash said, getting straight to the point.

"Because he suddenly became way too bossy."

"You were his squire."

"No, I'm a dorean. Which means that I'm allowed to work for whom I ever I want."

There was a pause on Ash's end. He was growing tired of the way that Alyx treated him. She was an irritating woman who got under every one's skin. "It doesn't matter any way. I was going to transfer you to a permanent hunter."

That caught her attention. She had thought hundreds of times what it would be like to be assigned to one dark hunter and serve them for as long as she lived. She sat up. "Who?"

Alyx heard Ash sigh, "Nick Gautier."

Alyx sighed. There was a lot going around the squire's council about what was up with Nick. "No." Alyx said simply. There was nothing else to it. Nick was insane, and there was no way she would ever work for that manic.

"You have no choice. I'm the boss. Get to Seattle by tomorrow night. Ravyn will be at the airport to pick you up." Ash said, hanging up, leaving no more room to argue.

"I'm going to crazy town tomorrow," She said throwing the phone across the bed.

A sly smile reached her lips. I'll just accidentally miss my flight, she thought as she changed into a tiger and curled into a ball to rest.