Dark Hunters

Sometimes the Fates really screwed people over. That seemed to happen to me a lot. Being immortal isn't so bad; I get to hang out with the Dark Hunters and Squires a lot, and even though we were born 9,000 years apart, I got to meet my little brother, Julian. (Yes, I know, I'm sorry. A bunch of you probably wanted him to be an option, but I can't really see how, when he needed Grace specifically to break the curse. And besides….my characters are always Julian's big sister….sorry.) Unfortunately, he was mortal.

That's what kicks my ass.

It's not the living forever that sucks its watching the people you love not live forever. And then you try to make them immortal, and the Fates kick your ass instead.

Either way, you're screwed.

So hanging around the Dark Hunters was the best. Even though that meant squires, which meant they'd die. You just can't escape the pain, you see? The Were Hunters were awesome too; while not immortal, they live a hell of a lot longer than humans do.

And being the Goddess of the Fallen meant I had a very good excuse to help the Dark Hunters out, so Artemis didn't complain, lest I just make a claim to them. (After all, they were all Fallen Warriors, or at the least Fallen Souls).

But back to the Fates being bitches.

When you lock up seven bodies with no souls, and three Were Hunters sensitive to electromagnetic activity in a house full of ghosts with someone who could very possibly kill them should she need to defend herself, you officially qualify as a bitch. And look where we are.

"Ow," I groaned, rubbing the back of my head, "what the hell."

"I was about to ask you that." Ash muttered suspiciously from my right.

Did I mention he still thought I was plotting something? Even after I'd attempted to help him out for the past 11,000 years? Yeah. Not fun.

"Don't look at me, pal. The last thing I remember is looking for Apollo to yell at him for almost turning Nick into a crispy critter."

"I don't need your help."

"Shut up Gautier." I growled at him. He wasn't my favorite person at the moment. If he'd waited two minutes, I would have had his mother's soul back from Hades. TWO MINUTES. But no, the idiot shoots himself.

Talon looked around uneasily. "This really isn't a good place for us to be. I outta- OUCH HOT, HOT!"

"By the way, Talon, the suns out."

"Shut up, T-Rex, I noticed that."

"So," Kyrian muttered, "were stuck in here until the sun goes down. At least the windows don't seem to let in sunlight."

"That's fine for you guys with night vision," I grouched, "I can't see a thing. And I'm going to have a headache for a month. Imma kill that worthless bastard we call a Sun God. Man I hate him."

"I know what we have against him," Valerious' cold voice spoke cautiously from the corner of the room, "but what about you?"

I gave him a long, slow, sad look, "Other than being a complete jerk, he killed the man I loved to get in my pants, raped me when I still said no, and cursed me to an eternity alone. Among other things."

He looked sorry he'd asked.

I glanced down at my wrist. "CRAP!"

"What?" Vane asked from where he was sitting with a hand on each of his brother's wolf-y heads, startled.

"This wrist band. It's…"

Ash grasped my wrist, a little too tightly. "Where the hell did you get this."

"I don't know Acheron," I growled, "maybe I got it from the Easter Bunny's ass. I don't know where it came from!"

"You sure?"

"No, Ash, I'm not. Now that I think about it, might have put it on so when one of you gets possessed, I can't defend myself!"

Zarek looked like he wanted to chuckle at my little spat with Acheron. He was one of the more bearable guys, believe it or not. I went to stand by him. "At least it's not as cold as Alaska here."

"Obviously."

Of course, he still didn't like me.

"What's your problem with Ash?"

"The only problem I have with him is that he has a problem with me."

"You see him a lot then?"

I gave him a droll look. "Zarek, subtle ain't your thing. I see him a lot because I hang with Dark Hunters, and the boss man thinks I'm plotting world domination."

"I never said world domination."

"So, your omniscient, why can't you tell if I'm plotting anything?" I smirked as he went back to ignoring me. "Why do you ask, Z?"

"I figured you rubbed elbows with Artemis." His eyes were busy following something I couldn't see.

I couldn't help it, despite the situation, I bust into hysterical laughter.

"Yeah, we have freaking tea parties once a day. Sometimes twice." More laughter.

"The only time I've seen them in the same room, Kallisto nearly ripped Artemis's throat out…literally." Ash supplied.

"Yeah…she and I don't get along."

"Why?"

I sighed, "Those aren't my secrets to tell, Z."

"Oh, come on- hey what's that sound?"

"Poor Unfortunate Souls,

In pain, in need

This one longing to be thinner

That one wants to get the girl

And do I help them?

Yes indeed!"

"I think they're mocking us." Valerious spoke again.

"Did that disembodied voice just call me fat?" I snorted, "That's a new one."

Ash seemed to snap out of whatever shock he was in and took charge, like a real boss should. "As it is, we're sitting ducks like this, with your powers being drained. We need to get as far away from each other as possible. And, Kallisto, pick a guy and stick to him. Use whatever power you've got to keep him from getting possessed."

Now the question was….who the hell did I follow.

Acheron

Kyrian

Talon

Zarek

Wulf

Jess

Nick

Vane

Fang

Fury