::~ Hi guys! And welcome to my first Dark-Hunter series story! This isn't my area of expertise, so any sort of construcive critism is welcome. And FYI, I haven't read all of the Dark-Hunter books. If you find anything that is inaccurate, please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you!

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Savitar muttered under his breath about annoying gallu demons as he entered Acheron's hall in Katoteros. Savitar tried his best not to ask for favors. Yet, he knew this was a dire one. Acheron's house changed a lot since he met his wife, and Sav had to stop himself from chuckling. Call him crazy, but it seems like Acheron's had finally taken on a "feminine" appearance.

"Savitar. What's your ass doing here?" Acheron said, as he stood from his throne. Sav sighed.

"Honestly, I'd rather be catching some waves, than paying you a visit. Where's Soteria?" Sav asked, noticing that Acheron's wife wasn't sitting on the black throne next to his. Acheron descended the steps, and stood in front of his longtime friend.

"She's attending a meeting. What is it?" Acheron asked, knowing that Savitar wouldn't come to Katoteros unless it was a real emergency. Even if his friend wouldn't admit it, he knew it gave him the creeps, and normally Sav stayed away from immense power. Savitar sighed, as he ran his fingers through his jet black hair.

"I've been getting some weird premonitions. I feel like something's going to happen, but I don't know what." Savitar said, his lavender eyes standing out against his tan skin. Acheron raised an eyebrow.

"You want me to tell you your future?" Acheron said, doubt lacing his voice. He knew Savitar. He wouldn't want to know his future unless it was a true emergency. Sav was the first person who told him that his powers were a gift and a curse. For Savitar to request him to use those powers in front of him, something had to be up.

"Yes. And considering that I can't see it until I set it in motion, you have to tell me." Savitar said, resting his hand on a large staff that had the head of a two-headed viper. Ash sighed.

After a few moments, Savitar saw Acheron's eyes return to their silver hue. To his surprised, Acheron started to laugh. Savitar punched his arm. "What did you see?" Savitar asked. Acheron couldn't stop laughing, but he uttered a few words.

"You're getting married soon." He said. Savitar cursed profusely and flashed himself out of Katoteros and into his favorite coffee shop, The Bugle. Night had already fallen and there weren't many people outside. He uttered another curse as he saw that he didn't flash himself outside of the coffee shop, but inside, behind the counter. He surveyed the surrounding humans that were near. They didn't notice. However, a woman who was standing at the counter in front of him, with her coffee cup in hand, had her eyes wide open.

"Did you just pop out of nowhere?" Said a feminine voice. It was a woman, who had long brown hair, the color of mahogany. It fell in waves down her back, and brought out her amethyst eyes. Savitar let out an expletive that would have made Hades proud as he turned to her. She was staring at him as if he had grown a second head. To everyone else, he looked like a normal person. It was his mistake for getting distracted and appearing too close to a human.

Today's been full of mistakes, hasn't it? Savitar mused.

"Uh, no. I work here. It's a trick the staff uses... To amuse its customers." Savitar said, hoping that the woman was as gullible as he hoped. If she wasn't well, he could erase her memory. Yet he didn't dare do that here. The woman didn't seem to believe him. He quickly used his powers to make the staff believe he worked there.

"Sav, you're needed in the back!" Yelled out the manager. Savitar bowed before the woman before he turned to go to the back, where he could hopefully make his escape. As soon as no one saw him leave…

"That man was weird..." He heard her whisper. She turned and sat at a booth that was near the front of the shop, by the glass door where she could see everything perfectly. She settled into the booth comfortably, as if she had spent a lot of time there. She probably did, he just hadn't bothered to notice.

And then he felt it.

Daimons. There was no mistaking their scent. Three men dressed in black over coats surrounded the woman's booth. The tallest spoke, "You Abigail Simmons?" asked the Daimon. The woman nodded. He could sense her fear from across the room. Even she could tell that they were different.

"Yeah. Who wants to know?" Abigail asked defensively. It's times like these that she got really sassy, and usually that led her into more trouble. The Daimon cocked his head to the door.

"Your car is about to be towed." He responded. Savitar knew they were Daimons. What he didn't know, was what they wanted with the human kyria.

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"I could have sworn I put enough quarters in there." Abigail said, as she powerwalked over to her car. She searched furiously through her purse for any loose change. Her hair fell in her eyes as she looked down. Her footstep padded in the concrete and soon came to a stop. A man stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"Oops, sorry." Abigail said, side-stepping the man as he ran into her. He was once again in her way. "Can I help you?" She asked, fear gripping her voice. Dear God, they were rapists.

"The amulet." Said the man, his voice demonic and in no way human. Abigail took a step back, and held a slender hand over her chest, where the amulet lay under her clothes. It was simple, really. A black leather strap held a charm that was shaped as a meer cat with a mermaid's tail. The tail, ears, and eyes of the meercat were outlined in blue. The figure had a painted golden necklace on its neck. Her grandmother told her it was very valuable to her grandfather's people, and that she must guard it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Abigail said, fear etching on to her voice. She tried to breathe and calm down, because her heart was beating a mile a minute. The sinister looking man smiled, flashing a-

Fang? Was that really a fang in his mouth? He took a step towards her. "Give it to me." He growled. Slowly she retreated, and her back bumped into someone. It was the man who had tricked her into coming outside. She shrieked as the man behind her grabbed her arms and held her immobile.

"You guys are some filthy shit, ya know that? Preying on an innocent woman." Savitar said, as he stalked over to them. The Daimon in front of Abigail snarled. "Then again, I wouldn't put it past you sleazy bastards."

"Out of the way, Chthonian. She doesn't concern you. You can't slay us, and you know it." said the Daimon. Savitar growled as he pulled out his sword. It crackled with electricity and power.

"We'll see about that, will we? When you're nothing but dust and ashes." Savitar said, muttering the threat with a low growl. He saw that at least six other Daimons were surrounding them in a circle. The Daimon who held Abigail was outside of the circle, trying to stop her from writhing and jerking to get out of his grasp. "Release the human, and I might spare you." Savitar threatened, as he noticed that Abigail couldn't get out of its grasp.

"She has something that belongs to us." The Daimon who held her growled. The others walked around him, waiting for a moment to strike. Savitar was alert, his eyes flitting from the Daimons to the woman being held captive. She looked like she was about to bust someone's balls and if there weren't in the middle of a fight, he would have laughed.

"Guess there'll be murder, then." Sav sighed, acting like it was a chore as he got into fighting position. A Daimon made the mistake of lunging at him. With a swipe of his sword, Savitar turned him to cinders.

Sav regained his posture and turned to the other five, his gaze murderous. " Who else wants to get their ass kicked?" Savitar snarled. The Daimons began to run towards him, hellbent on making as much damage to him as possible.

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"Stop moving so much, you blasted bitch!" Screeched the Daimon that was holding Abigail. Still, she continued to struggle. No way was she going to give them her amulet. She would guard it with her life. The Daimon cursed and made an attempt to grab at her neck. He cursed as the amulet shocked him, burning his fingers. The Daimon cursed in a language she didn't know.

"Fine, I guess the only way I have left is to kill you." Said the Daimon, lowering his head to her exposed neck.

"NO!" Abigail screamed.

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Savitar turned as he heard her scream. The Daimon was ruthlessly ravaging her neck, draining her blood at a fast pace. She was already beginning to look pale.

A Daimon took that chance to slash its claws at his side, leaving a large gash at his Sav's side. Savitar cursed as he felt his fury rise. He blasted each and every one of the three remaining Daimons with his powers and he relished their cries of agony.

Sav turned to the Daimon that was quickly ending Abigail's life. His eyes turned purple as he charge at the both of them.

With her last ounce of strength, Abigail saw the floor quickly come rushing up to meet her, as she heard an anguished cry, and a low growl.