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Title: Blood Storm

Universe: Dark-Hunter (by Sherrilyn Kenyon)

Summary: After a tragic accident leading to the loss of a long time friend, an Egyptian Dark-Huntress is relocated to New Orleans to recover. There, she runs into an oblivious young demigoddess who will change her life forever.

Rating: M for language, violence, and sexual content

Main Characters: Scara Behdeti Sebak (ME.B), Katrina Susano-o Tachibana (BDV)

Other Characters: Acheron Parthenopaeus (SK), Soteria Parthenopaeus (SK), Taylor Trujillo (ME.B), Demetrius Redoak (BDV), Jaden (SK), Zarek of Moesia (SK) [with appearances from many others; all rights to their respective owners]

AD 10, Egypt

Behdeti hummed quietly to herself as she slid the pristine white gown from her rich, cocoa-cream shoulders and stepped naked into the Nile, dipping down to wet her long onyx locks. Near her, the sun was setting behind her family's home of sparkling white marble, beating down on the black shores of the river where her husband's family had made their fortune for centuries.
She didn't really love her husband-the marriage had been arranged by her poor but prestigious father-but she enjoyed the wealthy life she lived now. Horemheb, her husband of almost fifteen years, was much older than her, but that was normal in this day and age. She hadn't protested the marriage, knowing it was her duty, and she thanked the gods daily for the child she'd given life to ten years ago, after two miscarriages had shattered hope of bearing any offspring. Her son, Amenhapu, was the light of her life; she adored him more than anything else in the world, and for that, she gave her husband the respect and devotion he deserved.
Horemheb had just returned that day from a long trip and was listening to the servant of the house, Atu's report. Behdeti knew her husband would want to lay with her when that was finished, so she was bathing to be clean for him when he called. Amenhapu had just bid her goodnight, and the caregiver would be putting him to bed now.
As the sun-warmed water slid across her skin, she thanked the gods again for her life, her husband, and especially her son.
Suddenly, there was a scream from her home. She looked up sharply, fear gripping her. Had one of her husband's enemies found them and attacked? Splashing out of the river, she raced back, not caring that she was indecently clad; she would take whatever punishment Horemheb gave her, so long as he and Amenhapu were safe.
A scream of her own echoed from the walls at the sight of her husband sprawled on the floor with a knife sticking out of his chest. Blood spread in a quickly widening circle around him, a horrendous shade of red against the white perfection of marble. Atu was nowhere to be seen.
"Amenhapu!" she breathed, terrified for her son. She ran to his room, slipping on blood and dashing her head against a cornerstone. She ignored the pain flaring through her skull, ignored the blood coating the entire right side of her face, ignored the now-sightless eye, and darted into Amenhapu's room without thought. Immediately as she entered, someone grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. She thrashed, until she caught sight of the small body lying beside his dead caregiver. Then she went limp, horrified. She did nothing as the intruder had his way with her, her mind and body numb to everything as she stared into the lifeless eyes of her child, her beloved Amenhapu.
When the man slit her throat, she welcomed the slow death that followed, punishment for not protecting her son. But when the man moved on to her boy, defiling the corpse of her precious son, fury flooded her, washing away the numbness. She screamed her agony to Sekhmet, goddess of vengeance, pleading for revenge against the intruder who had killed her husband and raped her dead child.
It wasn't Sekhmet that answered.

August 29th, 2005

Everyone thinks that Hurricane Katrina came because of Zeus and Apollo.
They couldn't be further from the truth.
The real cause was not a god, or a daimon or even a demon. It actually was a human. A tiny human girl who was only just born when the hurricane struck New Orleans. This storm was not only the death for many in the city, but the birth of one very special child.
The mother was a Scottish woman who had moved to the states when she was a young child; with dark red hair and bright blue eyes, a lean build and almost snow colored skin. The father was a Japanese who had come to the United States a few years previously; with glossy black hair and dark brown eyes, a lanky build and light tan skin.
Their daughter was born with the same glossy black hair and light tan skin as her father and her mother's bright blue eyes. The little girl was named Katrina Susano-o Tachibana.
And no one just knew what this little girl would bring to the world. And she only had to reach maturity...

Five years later

The same girl was walking around a growing New Orleans with her mother, going through the streets of downtown and through the thongs of people that still came every year even after the terrible storm that nearly completely wiped the city.
They were passing a building when the little girl looked up and saw a very tall man. He was dressed all in black and had dark hair that hung to his hips and wore dark shades. Something about his aura made his lethal to everyone around him...
But not to little Katrina.
She grinned up at the man as she tugged on her momma's sleeve. "Look mommy!" This caught the man's attention and made him look down at her. She grinned wider. "A giant!" The man gave her a small smile, but her mother shivered at the sight of the man and started to pull her daughter away.
"Don't talk to people like him. All they are is trouble; no good, hooligans." She whispered harshly as she pulled her five year old around a corner. Katrina frowned at her mother's words and turned her head to look back at the tall goth man again. He was watching them walk away and cast her a small smile again. This time, she smiled back before she was pulled around the corner.