THIS STORY ISN'T EXACTLY THE SAME AS SHERRILYN KENYON'S (DO NOT OWN) DARK-HUNTER SERIES. THIS STORY ONLY CONTAINS THE CHARACTERS "FROM" THE DARK-HUNTER SERIES!!! (I DO NOT OWN) THE PLOT OF "MY" STORY IS SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT THAN THE DARK-HUNTERS SERIES.

Chapter 9

Calix was still in shock. Thirty minutes had already passed since she 'woke up'. She now lay on the bed, sleeping, like nothing had happened. He had to cast a sleeping spell on her to calm her down, which took extra mora effort, since he had to fight off her power too. What is she? She had the appearance of a goddess yet at the same time the presence of a demon. Calix held his breath as he remembered.

Her eyes were completely red, including the whites in her eyes. Her two side teeth grew into razor sharp fangs that were at least six inches long, making her seem like the mother of vampires. Her chopped short hair grew all the way to her waist as they glowed into a crimson-bloody red. Her whole body was a sickly blue-green color. He personally never feared anything in his whole life, but being in her presence while she was in that 'form', really brings out the fear in people.

She gave off the feeing of a pure killer. Her eyes showed the desire for a blood shed. She looked like she was ready to strike out at anything or anyone.

Calix stood up and flashed him into a pair of jeans. He stood there, shirtless, and turned around to face the woman and wondered again. What is she? She obviously wasn't a human or a Daimon. Is she a goddess, a demon?

Calix walked out of the room and entered her living room. It seemed small for a woman of her height, and yet it seemed just right. He walked over to the kitchen and opened her refrigerator. It was completely filled with steak, pork chop, baby ribs, and all those good stuff. Calix licked his lips as he stared hungrily at the Were-hunter buffet. As if his stomach understood him, it growled in response. Oh yeah. The woman defiantly knew how to live, but looking at the amount of food she had and her body, it seemed highly impossible for a fully grown woman that looked barely 110 lbs to eat this much food.

He took out three plates of steak that had at least six on each, and was ready to use his delicious cooking skills to impress the still sleeping, Sleeping Beauty. He was going to wake her up with his heavenly smelling food, but he was still okay with the alternative with waking her up like the real Sleeping Beauty, with a kiss that involved with a little tongue. Calix smiled wickedly at the thought.

Even though he knew he shouldn't involve himself with a woman without knowing her identity, but he just couldn't help himself. Even though her identity was something he wished never to find out, considering what he had just saw earlier, he still wanted to stay with her for just a little bit longer. Man, you're going crazy. You've been out of your game for too long. Just lay her and walk away. What are you waiting for? She's practically naked in the room next door. Just seduce her and you'll get what you want. She doesn't affect you, not at all. Calix looked up at the ceiling as he sat on a chair by the counter. Who was he kidding? He wanted her. He needed her.

When he slept last night, while holding her in his embrace, it felt as if he was-not meaning to sound so corny but-for once in his life, complete. It was not just a physical need. It was a mental and an emotional need. Last night, was the first night in 400 hundred years had he been so relaxed during his sleep. He was always so guarded even during his slumber. Even when he had sex with other women, he never stayed the night. It somehow showed a hint of vulnerability, and he was by far never vulnerable. He survived for this long by using his animal instincts, but this woman, alone, had the power to penetrate that shield around him. She was a dangerous woman, he knew that fairly well, but he couldn't leave her.

Even though he had just met her two nights ago, it felt as if he had already known her forever. He was drawn to her. Drawn to her beauty, her courage, her power, her bravery, her stubbornness, her inner-fragileness, her everything. He felt the urge to protect her, the urge to spoil her, to care for her, to…to love her? Calix's eyes widened as he just said the one word he thought he would never say to another woman ever again. He was hurt once already before. He gave up his hope of ever returning to his family just because of that one word. He never wished to experience that pain, that loss, ever again. Even now, his heart would still seem to drip blood as he thought of the past. Yet right now, at that very moment, he had said that word again.

Love her? How can he love a stranger? How was that possible? He met the woman only recently, for Gods sake. He shook is head a few times as he laughed at himself. He really was going crazy. He just needed to get laid. Then he heard a voice in his head. Yeah right. You know you need more than that. He stood there, slightly annoyed with himself. It was his own conscience speaking to him. Gods! He really was going crazy. Having an oral fight with his own conscience really didn't seem like a something a sane person would do. What was worse was that he was actually losing! Losing to myself? Dear Gods, I really am going insane!

Calix grumbled at himself, while slightly irritated, and stood up to finish cooking his exquisite meal. He started cooking the steak and the baby ribs he later took out, when suddenly he felt a movement behind him, but he didn't turn around. A breeze came through the window in the living room that was slightly opened, and he caught a slight scent of the presence carrying it behind him. It had that rosy, lavender smell that made him so intoxicated, and addicted to it. My Sleeping Beauty has awakened. He continued humming that tune he had hummed for the past ten minutes, when suddenly he felt her stiffen behind him and charge at him with a speed that seemed impossible for any kind of 'being' to dodge, including the Gods. In a blink of an eye, he found both of his hands held behind his back with a strength that no woman should ever possess. He heard himself grunt as the slender yet powerful hands tightened their hold around his wrists.

A feminine yet intimidating voice said roughly, "Why are you here?" Calix was surprised at her cold tone and tried to shrug his shoulders as if it was a joke, but failed miserably as the grip around his wrists turned painful.

He replied sarcastically, "You're kidding me right? I brought you home while you were dead drunk, and this is how you thank me? Oh how I love your hospitality." He grunted again as the clutch around his wrists tightened even more painfully for one second, and then it softened as she let go. Calix held his right wrist in his left hand as he began to feel the circulation coming back. He looked back at the woman and saw dozens of emotions being played on her face. There was confusion, frustration, irritation, shame, embarrassment, bewilderment, anger, aggravation, and a tiny bit of fear in her eyes.

He chuckled lightly as he thought to himself. She's so cute. Right when he said that 'Kira' immediately looked into his eyes and said angrily, "For your information, I am not cute, so don't you dare call me that, I am older than you by at least ten millenniums, so you have no right to ever call me cute!" She closed her eyes and breathed in and out, as if trying to control her anger.

Calix stared at her in astonishment. She was ten millenniums older than him? How is that friggen possible? She looked no more than 23! Calix then asked, "How old are you then?" She looked at him as if he was stupid and said, "I am 11,500 years old. Give or take a few decades. It's been too long," She shrugged her slim shoulders, "I don't even keep track any more."

Calix stared at her and he still didn't believe her, but after a few moments of silence he realized she really wasn't lying. Then he suddenly said, "Why did u attack me?" She looked at him with a 'duh' stare and said sarcastically, "Oh gee. I don't know. Seeing random men walking around my home and shuffling around, while shirtless, isn't weird at all." Calix's mouth twitched a bit as he fought the urge to smile at her remark. She was beautiful and humorous. What more can a man expect from a woman? He smiled slightly.

Zaahira must've felt the air between them turn awkward, so she asked, "So, why are you walking around my house shirtless?" She raised a brow at him as if she knew he was going to make a sexual remark. Calix's smile grew even bigger as he said jokingly, "Oh come on. You know you want random men walking around your house shirtless. Especially," He pointed to his sexy abs, "if they look this good." He stared hotly into her eyes.

She glared at him with a 'you're so retarded, go back to high school' look, and walked over to the counter and sat on the chair by the counter and pointed at the stove, "Hey babe, love the little chat we're having, but I kind of like my stove. So don't kill it." She chuckled lightly.

Calix looked at her and wondered what she was talking about, but then he turned around to where she was pointing at and his eyes immediately widened. The stove was completely on fire and smoke was floating around everywhere. Just when he was about to grab a towel from the side and try to put out the flame, suddenly, a fire extinguisher popped out of nowhere, at the side of the stove, and Kira flashed to his side and started putting out the fire.

When the fire was out Calix continued to cough, his eyes followed the woman as she walked back to where she was sitting before and sat down, like nothing had just happened. When he finally stopped coughing his guts out he stared at her with disbelief, "You can teleport yourself and other things, and can read minds? What else can you do? Shoot fire balls out of your hands? Turn invisible? Fly? Sleep with your eyes opened?"

Zaahira looked at him, and began to crack up. The look on his face was priceless. It was a 'WTF? That's not fair, I want to be able to do that to' kind of look. He continued to look at her, as if he totally couldn't understand what she was laughing about. Zaahira said through muffled laughs, as she began to collect herself, "Well….I can shoot fire balls out of my hands if I wanted too, and I can turn invisible if I wanted to, but I just 'choose' not too. But I can't fly, nor can I sleep with my eyes opened. That's just plain weird." She began to giggle some more as she thought the look on his face from before.

Calix's astonished face began to soften as he heard that beautiful laugh that truly came from the heart, ring in his ears yet again. Looking at her laugh, was like looking at a painting that seemed too beautiful to be real. Yet she was, standing there right in front of him, within a few steps of range. He began to close up the distance between them and stood right in front of her, while she was sitting in her chair.

She immediately stopped laughing as she looked up into his eyes with the same intensity he felt. Her eyes were hooded, but he could still see the confusion, the desire, beginning to form in her eyes. He slowly picked up his right hand from his side, and gently cupped her silky smooth face in his palm. She made no move to back away from him; she just continued to stare into his eyes, with the same emotionless expression, but with the same lust-filled eyes.

With a groan Calix smashed his lips down on hers, with a raw hunger he felt that only she could cure. She moaned into his mouth in response. Her arms wrapped around his neck as the rest of her body seemed to become limp. Calix picked her up from her sitting position, and held her in his warm embrace as he continued to ravish her mouth. She clung to him as her legs began to give up on her. Calix groaned again as he felt her tangle her hand into his hair. He began to fight for restraint as he felt the wolf within him fight for control over his body. The beast within him just wanted to take her right there in the kitchen, but he didn't want that. He wanted to savior the feel of her whole body; devour her inch by inch, as he slowly pleasures her. His whole body shook as lust and desire began to cloud his mind. His head seemed to spin just by smelling her sweet scent. He thought to himself. By Gods, I am damned.

*Haha~ cliffy~ I feel so evil~ Muahahahahaha~ JKJK LOL*

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