Freshly updated. I'll be going threw several of the chapters to fix spelling and grammar errors. I have also recently decided that I feel some areas could use some work so if something is add or changed I will note in the beginning with an Authour's note!
Chapter 1
Kyra smiled as she bobbed her deep flame red head to the beat, Young Guns Towers blaring through the headphones. A smirk pulled at the corner of her full berry painted lips. They thought because she had headphones in she couldn't hear what was happening around her, so she would be easy prey. She didn't have to be able to hear to know they were there. They thought they were stalking a normal human.
She rolled her eyes; human was not a word she would use loosely for herself. She could feel the void that was the three Damians behind her. She had two buildings and no more alleys to go before she reached her destination. There was no where along the way they could try to get a head of her or ambush her so she wasn't worried. Won't it be a surprise to them when she went into Sanctuary. Not only was she working there but thanks to Maxis they were also living there. Maxis, Illarion and she had been living there for the last three months. She still missed the quiet remote home in the arctic region of Norway but after what had happened there they had no choice. They were a hell of a lot easier to find in New Orleans but at least at Sanctuary they were protected and had some back up.
As she neared Sanctuary she put a skip in her step, pulling her black leather jacket closer to her body, she grinned at Dev showing teeth as she passed him. He raised an eyebrow at her and cocked his head to the side. She shrugged and wiggled three fingers at him before walk past him through the door he held open. Everyone at Sanctuary knew she could "feel" Damians. They just figured her for a human sensitive to psychic stuff.
She went straight to the kitchen and pulled her jacket off, stuffing her mp3 player and head phones in the pocket before hanging it on her hook. She gave herself a once over in the bathroom mirror. Papa Bear stopped behind her, head tilted to the side. She had forgotten the leather corset she was wearing showed her shoulders and with her hair up in a pony tail her tattoos were even more obvious.
She turned and smiled at him.
"Evening Papa Bear, how has the crowd been tonight?" She asked nicely as she pulled her hair down out of the pony tail. He grunted turning toward the kitchen door. He leaned again one side and looked out.
"Normal, it's you, Aimee and Angelia serving tonight." She nodded as she slide her much smaller body between him and the other side of the door frame. Sliding over to the bar next to Angelia, Kyra looked out on the floor for Aimee; she could see her out toward the back of the room serving a table.
"Hey Angelia. How's the night been going?" Angelia tilted her head to the side looking at Kyra from the corner of her eye.
"It's been going the same as usual, no fights yet. So we're good." Angelia handed her customer a drink before turning to a tray full of beers and a few shot glass.
"You mind taking this to table 8 for me?" Kyra nodded and moved to head off with the tray. Sliding threw the crowd she groaned when she saw who was sitting at table 8. A group of 8 Damians, three of them being the ones who followed her to Sanctuary. Rolling her eyes she just knew there would be trouble. Then again maybe they wouldn't be stupid enough to start something here in Sanctuary.
She didn't say anything as she pulled up alongside the table and started setting down drinks. She could feel Jasyn moving from the edge of the room toward her and the table. He must have figured it would be trouble for her to serve that table too. She ignored the comments they were making toward her as she finished setting down drinks. She had just thought she was going to get away unscathed when a hand shot out to her right. Kyra slide to the left and back well snapping her right hand out and grabbing the wrist of the hand reaching for her. She twisted it back ward causing the male to tumble out of his seat to keep from dislocating his shoulder. 7 other chairs clattered to the floor as his buddies jumped to their feet. Jasyn and Dev materialized out of the slowly retreating crowd looming over the other males.
