And here Is the thirs chapter. Please forgive any blandness in the chapter.....
I do not own The Dark Hunter series. That honor goes to the one and only Sherrilyn Kenyon.
Only Dana James is my creation. As with any Oc's Ask First before you take! I'll brutally hunt you down and claw your eyes out with my fingernails. The plot is mine.
Flame me if you want I thrive off of any attention. Oh and sorry the chapters are short, Its from limited net time.
Chapter 3: The Burning Couch.
After much cursing, kicking, shoving, pulling, and growling, (about an hours worth), Dana had finally managed to get the god forsaken couch wedged in the frame of the back door. She was still cursing, kicking at the filthy thing. With as much noise as she was aking she was shocked that the Guy hadn't woken up. I bet he could sleep through a damned tornado. She growled as she crawled over the THING as she had now come to call it amok her vibrant speech. Dana stepped off on to the porch. She took up with pulling again, only to loose her grip and fall down the three steps to land on her rear.
"Dammit!" she growled as she sat back up. A hand dropped in her view. It was the neighbor. He stood there with a sly smile as he watched her blush deeply. She glared sharply and ignored the offered hand. "Why do you keep popping up?" She asked as she got to her feet.
"The walls may be brick but they're not completly soundproof. You should be grateful that the other neighbor isn't connected to you as well." He eyed the couch warily. "Has that been in there since the hurricane?" He said with an arched brow. "How on earth did the relator sell the place with that in there?"
"I don't wanta know. Can you help me get it out of there?"
"Sure but I highly doubt you could bribe the garbage man to haul it away."
"I'm not even gonna try." she pointed to a gas can. "Its gonna be toast."
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Ashes rained down from the sky... The smell of smoke filled his nose-
Widget's eyes snapped open at the smell of smoke. Something was burning and it was too close for comfort. He stormed out of his room and made his way down the stairs when his eyes focused on the broken railing. He frowned and noticed that his couch was missing.... He followed the path of destruction to the back door t find... His couch in a blazing glory of a fire in the midle of the yard. And not far away stood a short womnan and the neighbor.
"MY COUCH!" Widget yelled as he stood in the doorway.
The woman jumped and turned to face him. "Oh my God It lives." She blurted, she quickly covered her mouth.
"You're a guy?" The Neighbor stared with extremely wide eyes. "Oh god I think Im gonna be sick." He quickly took off.
"Dear god Widget pull up your pants." she adverted her gaze.
"Shit!" Dana heard him curse softly as he stooped to readjust hi pants. "Pink?" A sly smile hovered on her lips as she inquired about his boxers.
"I accidentally stuck my socks in the whites." Widget grumbled. "Who are you?"
"I am your squire. The name's Dana, Dana James."
"You're a woman." Widgets eyes rested on her chest.
"Gee you think?" she glared at him. Dana growled snapped her fingers breaking his trance. "My face is up here." she pointed before crossing her arms.
"Sorry..." he mumbled before his eyes drifted back to the fire. "Why the heck is my couch on fire?"
"Because that thing doesn't even qualify as a couch let alone anything but an abomination."
"That was MY couch." Widget growled. "You had no right to BURN it."
"That thing was a damned biohazard." He should be lucky that I don't sue him for having to deal with that thing. Dana glanced back at the fire. "Besides I'll get you a new one."
"Maybe I didn't want a new one. Maybe I liked that couch."
"What's the point of having a sofa you can't sit on?" Dana glared.
"There isn't."
"HA! You said it aand now you can't take it back!" Dana waved a finger in his face. "You have no right to reprimand me nor-"
"You didn't have to burn it." He glared at her fiercly. "Now if you don't mind I have work to do."
"Perhaps you outta get dressed." Dana commented as he stormed back into the house.
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They're insane! Why must I have a mad woman as my squire?! Wait a minute.... They gave me a WOMAN. They are INSANE! Its a proven fact I like girls... pity theres that there rule about the squires... Wait what the hell am I thinking?! That that female is evil!
"Your fly is down." Widget stopped to turn his head to meet her smirking gaze.
"Don't you have something better to do than to torment me?" He glared at her.
"Yeah its called moving in. But I can see that I'm going to have to go do some major shopping tomorrow."
"Moving... in...?" Oh joy! Widget thought sourly. "Why are you moving in?"
"My orders are to basically babysit you until your off of probation." Dana yawned. "I'm going to crash at my sisters till I can get the furniture chosen out and delivered." I don't want to be a barnacle squire! Grr!
"Right." He grabbed his jacket. "Just don't break or burn anything else."
"It depends on what I find. Here." She held out a cell phone. "My numbers programmed in the speed dial. don't do any dawn surfing." Dana opened the door to go out.
"Um..."
Dana stopped midstep. "Yes?"
"Could you get me some more clothes?"
"Maybe." Dana closed the door behind her. Widget stared at the door for several minutes before checking for his daggers.
Okies... That is all my half asleep brain can concoct at... 4:10 a.m. but don't worry Ive already been collecting all of my notes togetherand will post as soon as I can get my hands on a computer. unfortunatly that might not be until nex week seeing as im doomed towork an enitire 6 days straight and wont get to the library either.
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