(Happy Belated Halloween Everyone)
It's Gonna End With A Scream
I've fallen into the rabbit hole. I must've. The exterior of The Hollows hadn't seen a lick of paint in two decades; its walls cracked and defaced with spray paint by youths who didn't know how to spell. But inside, it could only be described as magic. Or at least someone with very deep pockets who had a fatal attraction to authors like Rice and Hamilton.
The floors were a dark cherry wood, the real kind not the fake stuff you roll over cement. There were no windows, but there were wrought iron sconces each depicting a demon or angel lining black marble walls. Inside the marble, the light reflected off of the tiny shards of crystal, dazzling the eyes like a million stars. I'd never seen something so beautiful in all my life and to think it was hidden way out here in the sticks when it belonged in a palace or somewhere equally less redneck.
In the corner of the small foyer, the man playing on a black Grand Piano paused midverse to meet my eyes. I stiffened taken aback by the crimson color of his irises.
Yup, I was definitely in the right place.
He stood, sweeping the tailcoat of his tux out and approached me. The vest beneath the lapel was the same startling shade of crimson as his eyes and set against the midnight color of the tux the contrast was stunning against his alabaster skin. Now I felt ridiculously underdressed, but I was still confident I'd gotten it right.
The pianist stopped in front of me, and I curled my lip at him. He smiled, showing a bit of fang and gave a polite bow before taking a step back. "My apologies miss, I did not mean to invade your space."
I snorted and nodded curtly.
Holy crap it's working! According to Mr. Finch aka Dante's blog the people who frequented this club took their roles very seriously.
"You're new here."
It wasn't a question.
With an apologetic smile, he asked for my ID. I handed it over. He barely even looked at it before handing it back. Trey wasn't happy when he found out I carried a fake ID but seeing as it would get me into the club he didn't whine too much. Besides, in a few months, I wouldn't need it.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Downey."
Yup, that's right. As in Misses Robert Doweny Jr. Hey, a girl can dream.
"I'm Edward-"
Oh, how original.
"- welcome to The Hollows." Edward glanced down at my dirty bare feet, but to his credit, he didn't even bat an eye. Apparently, it happened often. "You look peaked from your run. Please feel at home here. All that we ask is that there is no bloodshed or feeding on the premises."
Feeding?
I fought down the urge to shiver, not just from the creep factor, but because they kept the place pretty frosty. In my periphery, I spied our target. Mr. Finch sat at the black glass bar, sipping something that from this distance looked for all intent and purposes like blood. Okay, the creep factor just hit The Ring level of freaky.
A brunette in a silver dress with about as much coverage as a napkin sat perched on the tall bar chair beside him. Luckily the girl was so scrawny she barely blocked my view of him. Her breasts were perfect, large and round, and most definitely fake given her skeletal frame. I could count her ribs from here.
For a guy pushing fifty, Mr. Finch- er excuse me Dante looked pretty good. Like Hugh Jackman good. He may not be as pretty as Lestat, but it wasn't hard to understand why women draped themselves all over him. And the little cocky smirk twitching his lip said he knew exactly how to flaunt what his momma gave him.
A quick peruse of the dimly lit club revealed most of the habitues were your typical garden variety vampire groupies or wannabes. But admittedly there were a few in the crowd that left me wondering. A man with long fine white hair and pointy ears leaned against the bar. He had sharply angled features and eyes so blue the ocean paled in comparison. An elf. And a more believable one than even Orlando Bloom playing Legolas.
Damn. These guys aren't playing around. I wasn't going to judge their lifestyle. They weren't hurting anyone... as far as I knew. Besides, it's kind of hard to throw stones when your heart does the Cha-Cha Slide for an alien with mandibles.
The lyrics of the Cha-Cha Slide played in my head as I started for the back of the club. I didn't think this would be fun but pretending to be werewolf made me feel like a badass. The crazy part is channeling Pakkun and Lobomons behavior into my own. Adopting their mannerisms so to speak. Living under the same roof as a couple aggressive and predatory aliens helped me embody the attitude of a werewolf. And it was working.
Eyes followed me through the room. Many of whom were women giving me and my choice in wardrobe a look of distaste. But some of the men stared too, including Dante. Without fully turning to look at him, I met his crimson orbs in my periphery. He gave me the tiniest smirk, but it loudly expressed his interest and was trying to grab my attention. I snorted and gave him my back. The act of giving someone your back- especially to a predator is the equivalent of saying "you're no threat to me". And Dante would either find it insulting or take it as a challenge. My money was on the latter.
I'd gotten a better look at the reed-thin brunette with the balloon tits in passing. I kept my features schooled, but my insides had gone cold. At the bend of her elbows and on the inside of her wrists were scars. Many of them. And it wasn't hard to guess what made them.
"... no feeding on the premises."
Edward had been serious.
Inconspicuously my fingers traced the blade strapped to my left thigh, hidden by the torn pant leg. I still wasn't sure why Pakkun had gifted it to me or why I'd decided to bring it, but at the moment it made me feel better.
In the rear of the club, and veiled by black gossamer curtains were private rooms. And I'm betting that's where this club made most of their money. Sex sells, but this place wasn't licensed as a sex club. I stayed clear of the doors. Let them keep their secrets.
In a circular area adjacent, the private rooms were piles of soft fabrics, furs, and plushy pillows lining the floor. I sank into the nest of silks and Egyptian cotton without feeling the least bit guilty for getting them dirty. Okay, I felt a little guilty, but I refused to move. With my back to the wall, I had an unobstructed and encompassing view of the whole club.
The piano stopped playing, and I glanced up, watching Trey as he stood in the foyer. We didn't make eye contact, but he strategically placed himself at the bar, next to the Elf, giving himself a direct line of sight of me, and Dante. Other than the absurdly blocky and oddly cute glasses, Trey wasn't wearing a disguise of any kind. He may not have realized it but by not dressing up, he stood out as a groupie and he was on the receiving end of the wrong kind of attention.
With a salacious smile -that showed way too much fang- a woman spilling out of her black corset sidled up to him. Trey smiled coolly, but when another woman, this one pixie cute, boxed him in from the other side I had to hide a laugh at the look of consternation on his face.
While Trey fended off the harem of hormonally charged females, I stretched out my legs and got comfortable. Beneath my lashes I scanned the room, most of the men who were staring before had gone back to whatever they'd been doing before my arrival. I didn't take offense. The majority of the men here wouldn't know what to do with a woman who found pride in the grease and grit ingrained in her hands. To me, sexy was all about attitude and confidence.
Huh, no wonder I'm attracted to Pakkun. Of course, it didn't hurt that he had a killer bod.
A zombified waitress wearing a black and gold victorian steampunk inspired dress waited for me to acknowledge her presence. I tilted my chin up, met here eyes and tried to ignore the way her milky-white orbs creeped me the fuck out. If this were Halloween, I would've been ecstatic to be in a place like this, but my little thrill of fun had gone bye-bye at the sight of the scars on the brunette's arms.
"Pardon, my intrusion miss." The zombie spoke and tucked a curly lock of blonde hair behind her ear. She held up a tray with a frilly fruity drink on it and continued, "The gentleman at the bar-"
"No, thank you," I interrupted. Including Trey, there were only three men at the bar. And the Elf had been giving my partner the bedrooms eyes since the moment he walked in which meant Dante had sent the drink. The waitress blinked, baffled by the rejection and clearly unsure what to do. Confused as she was, the waitress only smiled, whispered an apology for bothering me and scooted on back to the bar.
Dante's eyes found mine, and he smiled coolly, unruffled by the rejection. A challenge gleamed in his eyes, and I stared back. I've been browbeaten by possibly the most terrifying, nightmare-inducing, bedwetting predators the universe had to offer. A week ago Dantes stare might've scared. But now?
Accompanied by a snarl, Lobomon's terrifying mismatched orbs flashed in my mind's eye, and I inwardly recoiled. Dante would have to work harder to win a dominance battle against me.
Apparently, Dante came to the same conclusion. He stood, the brunette pouted and pawed at him, but she quieted when he glared at her. Drink in hand, Dante, stalked towards me. I found it amusing. After observing the panther-like grace of Pakkun, this guy's attempt fell flat.
For the second time since meeting the twins, I sincerely wished I had their vocal range. The growl, reverberating in my chest surprised me. I was supposed to be acting, yet I genuinely didn't want this guy within a mile of me. Now that he was close, the animal part of my brain tripped an array of warning signals. He couldn't hear the growl, so I settled for curling my lip and showing my teeth.
Okay, seriously? No more Criminal Minds for me.
Dante smirked, showing a hint of fang. "Forgive me," he bowed his head with a regal flourish, dropped my gaze and like Edward he took a step back. "I forget this close to the full moon it's best to stay out of the way of lycanthropes." He swept a hand through his dark brown locks, unfazed by the unimpressed snort I'd made. "However, it is so rare to see one of your kind-" The smirk grew a tiny bit. "- that I just couldn't help myself. Tell me are you part of the local pack?"
There's a local pack?
"No. I can't imagine you are. Locke, the alpha, wouldn't allow any of his wolves to roam freely this close to the full moon."
Okay, I get everyone needs a way to relieve stress. But whatever happened to good ol' fashion, boring as sin, golf? In fact, I found it rather disturbing that a guy with such an impressive medical career as a surgeon would take the act this far.
Stay cool, Neens. Just play along, get the photos, and get the fuck out of dodge.
"Just passing through," I said tersely.
The smirk hitched up, giving me full view of his fangs. They didn't look like caps. "On your own? No pack?" His eyes practically glowed now. "No mate?"
Mate?
"Mates." If a nuke went off right now, the explosive force wouldn't even rattle me the same way my own, response did. Worse, it had been automatic. No thought process at all. Why the hell would my subconscious supply such an asinine response?! Lobomon disliked me with a passion that bordered on hate, and the feeling was mutual.
"Mates?"
I stared up at Dante mutely. Miraculously the shock hadn't registered on my face. In fact, I'm pretty sure my face mirrored a plank of wood. No emotion what-so-ever.
Jiminy Christmas, Nina! Mates?! Really?!
Other than the slight raise of a brow, Dante didn't seem affected by the information. Not surprising given his personality. He was dominant, cocky, arrogant, and full of himself. A surgeon. And I think the idea of bedding me not only under the nose of one man but two- ballooned his already over inflated ego more.
Lowering myself against the pillows, I gave the vampire a playful coquettish smile. I was breaking character, and I didn't care. I wanted this night to end. I wanted to go home. All I needed was one good photo.
He blinked in surprise but otherwise didn't seem bothered by my sudden swing in mood. Dante wanted to hunt, but he was also an arrogant prick who thought his sexual prowess could get him any woman he wanted.
"And your mate vampire," I rolled the R with a purr, "seems rather annoyed."
Dante didn't even glance in the direction of the brunette he'd left at the bar. The woman looked positively on the verge of tears and if looks could kill I'd be dust.
He snorted in distaste, "The blood whore is not my mate."
Ouch.
Dante gestured to the spot beside me, "May I?"
I tilted my head and made a show of scrutinizing him before giving a single nod.
He sat beside me, leaning deep into a black crushed velvet pillow. In my periphery, I spied Trey, the expression on his face said he didn't like this. I didn't like it either. Trey adjusted his blocky glasses, taking photos with the incognito camera.
The vampire beside me took a long sip from his martini glass, watching my reaction. The copper tang hit my nose, and my heart lurched in my chest. It was blood. This club wasn't kidding when they said your most deadly curiosities. His pink tongue flicked out and slowly licked the blood staining his lips.
"My name is Dante," the huskier note to his voice made me feel slimy. He'd startled me, and he knew it.
"Elle."
"Elle," he said the name as if he was actually tasting it. He gave me a hungry look, his crimson orbs watching the subtle rise and fall of my chest. "Tell me, Elle, where are your mates tonight?" His eyes flicked back to mine. "I find it rather interesting they'd allow siren such as yourself out of their sight for more than a second." The lids of his eyes lowered seductively, "Or at least I wouldn't."
Siren? Barf.
I played along, giving him a secretive smile. "They're hunting. And they don't know I'm here." Both statements were true. Dante just didn't know how serious I was being.
With a dark chuckle, Dante leaned forward and casually traced the claw wounds in my calf. "Are you a risk taker Elle?"
Not by choice.
I tilted my head and ran my fingers thoughtfully down the length of my neck, which he followed with wrapped attention. "I'm here aren't I? Isn't that why any of us are in this place?"
A demon couldn't have smiled more confidently if he tried. Dante's fingers traveled higher, pausing briefly to trace the outline of the knife hidden beneath my jeans. He didn't say anything. He didn't have too. Dante liked the added element of danger. His hand gripped the inside of my thigh and squeezed. Hard.
The intimate contacted brought on a pang of guilt. I was in the dark when it came to Pakkun. Whether or not he liked me was up for debate. But I still felt bad for allowing this asshole to touch me.
Dante's lips started at my collarbone, trailing feather like kisses along my throat. He paused and experimentally scraped a fang over my rapidly beating jugular vein. My pupils dilated. It all became too real at that moment, and I growled, pushing against his chest.
Dante hissed. The fucker actually hissed at me! My eyes found Trey's, and they widened as I felt Dante's fangs pierce my skin. With a snarly-bark that closely imitated Pakkuns, I shoved at his chest. Trey was up in an instant. Dante's fangs ripped my flesh further from the force and I gave a small cry of pain. My blood was on his lips, his pupils had completely swallowed his irises and with the red contacts, it was like staring into twin crimson pools of death.
"Motherfucker!" I reeled back, and head butted him in the chin, deeply satisfied by the sound of his teeth clicking together.
"Bitch!" He moved to grab me but a booted foot pressed down on his chest. Strong arms lifted me from the floor and placed me behind an equally strong back.
"Stay down," Trey warned Dante. He glanced at me in his periphery, "You okay?"
I nodded sharply. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
Edward darted towards us from the foyer, "Excuse me-"
Trey ignored him and leveled a murderous glare on Dante. "When a woman tells you to back the fuck off-" He leaned into him, and Dante's eyes bugged from loss of breath. "-you back the fuck off!"
Edward appeared beside us, flanked by a tall willow gentleman with gray wispy hair.
"Violence is strictly prohibited at this establishment-" The willowy man blanched when I showed him my neck.
"And I was told feeding was prohibited!" I growled back.
For a guy playing a vampire, Edward looked positively green at the sight of my neck. He turned away and loosened his collar.
The older gentleman recovered, "Miss I am truly sorry-"
"Save it," I barked. The guy was probably the owner, and I could already foresee the shower of apologies and kiss assery to keep me from serving him papers. I touched Trey's forearm, his eyes hadn't even budged from Dante. "Come on."
Slowly, Trey allowed me to usher him out of The Hollows. But his eyes still never left Dante.
...
For a long stretch of road, we drove in angry silence. Using some stashed McD's napkins from the glove box, I attempt to mop up the blood on the side of my neck as I drove Trey back to his pickup.
"Stop staring," I said impatiently. The bleeding had stopped, and I shoved the dirty napkins in the cupholder.
"This wasn't supposed to happen."
I sighed, "I should've done more research. Obviously, I missed something."
"Human behavior is predictable Neens, but that guy-" He shook his head in my periphery. "-is unstable. There's no way we could've predicted him actually biting you."
I smirked, "Then stop beating yourself up about it." He opened his mouth, and I shushed him. "I know you Trey. You would've never asked me to do this even if there'd been the slightest chance of things turning south." I tilted my head and smiled at his scowl. "Like you said humans are predictable."
He blew out a breath, "Whatever."
"I bet Mrs. Finch will be thrilled to get her hands on those photos."
Trey took off the glasses and slipped them into his pocket. "Definitely."
The cab fell quiet again, but it was a comfortable silence. Rain softly began to pelt the windshield, and my mind began to wander. Why the hell had I said, mates? It's funny how the subconscious works. I'd instinctively claimed them both, yet I held no sway over either. Okay, maybe Pakkun. Not even he could deny the chemistry between us, he may not act on it but he sure as hell felt it. Lobomon on the other hand- definitely not! The guy was a douchebag with a capital D!
"Nina?"
My eyes snapped to Trey, he looked worried. "Hm?"
"You okay?"
I touched my neck, "It's fine."
"Well that too, but I actual meant whatever was on your mind." He smirked, "You look constipated."
Yeah, well Lobomon has that effect.
"I was trying to be nice and not laugh about the vultures circling you earlier." His expression became pained, and I laughed. "Did you get any numbers or were they just after your O negative?"
He didn't find it funny, but I did.
...
My hands white knuckled the steering wheel the entire way back to Mrs. De Ville's. The worry for Danny came back with a vengeance when my thoughts were no longer occupied with the craziness of the evening. I just wanted to get my brother and get the fuck home. The rain poured down in sheets, souring my mood all the more. The back roads were quickly turning to mud, and it would be my luck if I hit a flash flood.
I patted the dash of the Bronco affectionately. "Come on, girl. We've been through worse." And we had. Thankfully, the old girl was tall enough to handle driving through a few feet of rushing water.
My eyes narrowed, and I leaned over the wheel as if this would help me see any better. It didn't. The clouds were bleeding an ocean in front of the headlights. I was close to crazy old McAlister's place. Meaning our property was only two miles away, and another ten was a straight shot to Mrs. De Ville's.
A shadow darted through the headlights.
I hit the brakes. It didn't matter, the Bronco smashed into something and went sliding. I screamed as she teetered dangerously, my heart slamming against my ribcage. Cockeyed, in the middle of the road, the heavy truck came to a jerky stop.
"Fuck!" I slammed my fists against the wheel. The rampant staccato of my heart competed in volume against my ragged breathing. With shaking hands, I released the seat belt and touched my neck, rubbing the rope burn it left behind. My fingers came away slick with blood.
Damn. The bite wound was bleeding again.
"What the fuck did I hit?" I groaned, the adrenaline rush waning. It was probably a deer. They had a real nasty habit of jumping out right in front of your vehicle. Reaching across the passenger seat, I opened and dug through the glove box. I grabbed the military grade flashlight my daddy always kept stashed there, cut the engine, and slowly, climbed out of the truck to inspect the damage. My insurance was um... none existent at the moment. A few dings and dents I could pop out myself, but hitting a deer can total a car. The Bronco was old and had a heavier frame than newer models, but I wouldn't be able to afford some of the older replacement parts.
Instantly I was soaked from head to toe, and I sloshed through the mud barefoot to get a good look at the front bumper and grill. I stared at the front of the truck in bewilderment there wasn't a scratch on it.
Scowling, I swept the light over the road but found no sign of a deer. Of course, I'd been doing about thirty, so there was a chance the body was in the woods. Aiming the light back at the Bronco, I carefully walked back to the driver side and stopped.
The hell?
There was a deep depression between the driver side door and the wheel well. I hadn't hit anything... something had hit me. A spike of adrenaline sent my heart into an uneven rhythm. Back pressed against the truck, I scanned the eerie darkness while my free hand went for the door handle.
I thought I heard a hiss, but between the sharp tink, tink, tink of the rain hitting the Bronco's frame and the pounding of blood in my ears. It might've been the wind, but instinct called to mind black spindly bodies and mouths full of long sharp silvery teeth.
My fingers looped through the handle, I heard the click as my thumb hit the release, but the door wouldn't open. The sound of claws raking the glass right behind my head made me whimper. In my periphery, a dark shape took form. A warm breath caressed my neck.
Oh... god...
Lips peeled back to reveal the fangs that have haunted my nightmares for days and it opened its maw to release a low breathy shriek. I screamed too, whirling to fend off the Xenomorph with the flashlight. Pain filled my vision white as its teeth sank into my shoulder. It yanked me off the ground, I struggled, losing the flashlight and all I could do was scream as it dragged me into the woods...
A/N: Happy (belated) Halloween everyone! Mwha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ah- don't hate me! I warned everyone I'd end it with a scream. So we had a bit of fun with the supernatural which was purely in the spirit of Halloween. Remember there is a reason behind everything I do. Hope everyone enjoyed it! Lots of action coming up in the following chapters! It's gonna be a bang! Thanks for all the love everyone! You guys are amazing! Sorry for any mistakes!
Guest reviewers: I love you guys XD! Guest 1: Thank you for reviewing! Guest 2: I will continue to write. I promise!
XxShadowfangxX: Thanks for the review! I'm so very happy you enjoyed it. The preds haven't figured out yet about her date but there's a much bigger worry at the moment. I hope you're pumped for the next chapter!
Felix: OMG your teachers probably hate me! Lol! Say hello to your friends for me! I'm so glad they're enjoying it as much as you! Thank you, Felix! I love hearing from you :D
K Riley: I'm glad you found Nina's version of the honeypot scenario better! Nina's definitely confused by the knife but given her current situation I doubt she minds. Hope you enjoyed the update! Thanks, Riley!
Rasha007: OMG a movie?! Lol. I would love to see a Predator movie where something like that actually happens. (Sighs) Sadly Hollywood would never go for it. But I shall continue to write and share! I'm so happy you enjoy both stories! Thanx for all the love!
hellfire45: No reaction from Pakkun yet. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoyed the Halloween update anyway XD
Kay: LMAO- lock me in a closet, Kay! XD I love your responses! I grin like an idiot every time. Psssst- by the way, I'm still scheming ;) Chi'ytei
Tenjp: Ah, thanks, for the compliment. You're so sweet! Hope you enjoyed the Halloween update!
Black Cross0: (blushes like mad) Lol, no judgment. I think a lot of our minds go there. The fluff and stuff is coming I swear!... although considering the size of the preds claws she may not want the finger. I'm not gonna go too in-depth with the AVP and AVPR angle but it will be part of the story. The meaning behind the fourth wall is a reference to the 'barrier' between any work of fiction and its readers. If you've seen DeadPool or read the comics, he breaks the barrier all the time and speaks directly to the reader or even 'escapes' the comic. Nina wanted to break free of the comic book she thought she was being written into. Hope that made sense. Thanx, Cross! ;)
Luna Silvereyes: Lmao I find that awesome. You love but hate them. ;) Men are definitely the same no matter the species! Also, I have nephews so I get a lot of Danny from watching them. And eventually my brain will rub two cells together and 'poof' I'll have the ending for D.C. Thanx for the love Luna!
KTCameleon: Lol, sorry I left you hanging yet again. I hope you enjoyed Nina's hunt. It didn't go as planned, but there's a reason for everything. ;) KT you are awesome! Thank you for all the support and love!
angel897: Thanks for the review! I hope I've got your interest peaked!
Tenfangirl: (phew wipes brow) I am glad you think I'm sticking close to the vest with the predators nature because it's really hard while trying to make it romantic and funny. There will be more on Lobomon in the future. Hope you enjoyed the Halloween update!
TheSinfulDragonEmperor: I'm glad you enjoyed my use of the Yautja language. I will add more in the future. The preds didn't show up to spoil the date but that's because I have a much bigger plan in mind. Also, I'm sure there will come a time when Nina wonders how she 'stacks' up. And no judgment. We all think it. Thanx, Emperor! XD
sousie: Pakkun didn't interrupt Nina's hunt, but I hope for her sake he interrupts the Xenomorphs ;) Thanx, sousie!
BlackblackAngel: Thanks for the compliment. There may be 'jealousy' but it isn't something I've really seen. Predators are so sure of themselves I doubt they worry (or at least don't really show it) about things like that but we'll see. I'm sure the right circumstances will do the trick. And more of their natural instincts will kick in. Promise. Thanks, Angel.
DeathlyIceMaiden: I'm so pleased you like it! I hope I've got you fired up now! XD
Autobot-Bre-Lightblast: Thank you, Bre! I hope you enjoyed the Halloween update! :)
09sasha: The fetish thing was just for the sake of Halloween. I wanted it to be a little bit themed since it wasn't actually October in the story. Sorry, the preds didn't show up but that's because I already had something bigger in mind. Hope you like it! Thank you, Sasha!
KittyKatt25: Lobomons grievances towards Nina will be reveal. Promise. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thanx for the review and the love!
coolprix: I'm glad you love it! Hope the update leaves you on the edge of your seat! XD
Zombiehorde13: Glad the story excites you. I hope it leaves you craving more ;)
Haylz93: Sorry you had such a bad day. That blows. Also, I'm sorry there wasn't an earlier update. I honestly didn't finish until like 4:30 this morning. Hope you're doing better now! Hopefully, the update surpassed your expectations and you enjoyed it! Lobomons definitely twitchy and we'll explore more about him in the future. Thanks, Haylz
crystalga: I adore Pakkun too. I'm sorry he didn't follow her 'hunt' but I have much bigger plans. And yes, I'd definitely ask if I could keep him too :) (Actually screw asking I'd be like MINE! ha ha ha)
rybkakoi: Lol, hope the update was worth the wait. Thank you for the continued love and support.
Nanku: As of yet I haven't fully determined their rank. The story is in its infancy stage and I'm not sure how deeply I will delve into the Yautja's way of life. Thank you for reading :)