Heya! Tis Vixxy here with a new fic. I like this one so far. The first chapter is really short, but oh well, chapter two is a bit longer. =] I hope you enjoy thsi Dark-Hunter fic. And btw, All rights go to the amazing Sherrilyn Kenyon, as she owns Nick and a few others. Once all my OC's have been introduced, I will inform you of them(if you don't know when they cone in). REMEMBER! REVIEWS = LOVE!
What Is and What Should Never Be
Chapter One: Reality?
Nick stared at the woman. His mother, Cherise, stood with a wicked grin, holding a knife. Possessed by a Daimon. He could do little but try to dodge every time the foreign being used his mother to strike. He couldn't hit her; not his mother. Not the one person who had given him respect until he had been pulled into the world of the Dark-Hunters, Were-Hunters, Dream-Warriors, Gods, Goddesses and all other supernatural things. He felt his eyes water a little as he dodged yet another attack.
"Myria!" he wanted scream. "Myria, get me out of here!" He placed a hand on the back of the couch and jumped over the back of it. In his haste to keep his hand, he slipped, one foot sliding and crashing with the side of the coffee table. The hiss of pain that escaped him was cut off as the Daimon closed in on him, shoving him through the glass of the table. Nick felt the shards slice and puncture varying places on his body as he struggled to fight the spell he had used, his head smashing hard against the edge of the table's remains. There had to be a way out of this nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare because Nick wasn't asleep per say. He was just in another "realm".
The realm of reality from if he'd made another choice about sleeping with Simi.
He grimaced as he realized he should have trusted the Arcadian leopard. She had told him, and he hadn't listened. He had been so damn certain that Ash had sent her to make a truce. Did Myria know he had doubted how he felt? That he had denied feeling anything because he was so sure that she was using him? There was only one way to find out. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and gasped when the Daimon controlling his mother picked him from the ground.
"Acheron will surely learn his lesson this way." The voice said; both Cherise and yet not. Nick stared at the woman, his eyes pleading, begging. It couldn't end like this. It shouldn't have to. Anything was better than knowing deep down his mother was screaming as she tried so hard to fight the demon that had taken her over. But nothing happened. The knife raised, Nick thrashed about in the iron-clad grip and yet nothing happened as the blade sank deep into his side. The pain searing his senses was next to unbearable, and then everything blacked out…