Author's note: Aahhh yes, the random ideas that pop into my head at four in the morning.

(I've been wanting to write a piece about Ra'zac for a while now.)

Guest: At some point I may update chapter 10. I have idea when I will do so. I have tried several times already, and I wasn't pleased with the results. So it's whenever my imagination gives me something to work with. (Part of the problem is that, the scene there, is from a different fic, and I don't want to give away what happens in that other fic, so I'm trying to come up with an alternate conclusion. My brain does not want to cooperate.)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned. I really wish… Ana hurry up and buy the rights to these babies please. They deserve more than what Pao gave them, and I fail so it's all on you. No pressure. :P


Passing the Silverware

The dog barked and a snarl rippled across its shoulders.

Tripping over her own two feet the dog's owner, a golden haired and blue eyed waif of a girl crumpled to the ground in a breathless heap. She couldn't even hear it, but the monster was there.

Dark as night and vicious it was there, somewhere in the gloom watching her, stalking her, and getting closer. Her scalp prickled and her chest constricted with every inch the unseen menace encroached.

Grip growled again, low and guttural, angrier than she'd ever heard. And the Ra'zac materialized out of dark. She could just make out the monster's outline, a shade blacker than the night. Then it was gone.

A scream croaked past her lips as she scrambled to her feet.

Behind her Grip snarled again.

The girl started to run as she heard the dog lunge at the Ra'zac, and before she could pray for her dog's protection a horrible pained whine cut a freezing hole into her heart.

A strangled sob broke past her lip and before she'd even made it around the corner of a nearby house a hand seized her wrist.

Hardly daring to move, she stood rigid waiting for the pain, and the darkness to come. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt, and she was sure the Ra'zac could hear it.

The moments lengthened and she shuddered in the Ra'zac's unrelenting grip. Small sobs wheezed past her lips, the creature's silent gloating making her fear that much worse. At the rate things were going her terror was liable to kill her before this monster did.

"Sssorry about your dog." The words swept over her head in a rush of reeking breath, stilted and wrong. "I had to knock it out once it tried to bite me. It'sss hard to have a conversation when there'sss a dog breaking itsss teeth on your kneecapsss. Anywaysss-"

"Just get on with it already!" She screamed.

The Ra'zac sighed. "Alright."

It's cool, stone hard fingers fell away from her wrist. She heard a faint rustling behind her, and a pitiful whimper rose in her throat. Even when standing next to her, she could hardly hear it.

"Here."

Her whimper cut off as something clink and metallic was shoved into her face.

"What the-"

Wide eyed she stared uncomprehendingly at the thing-things the monster was proffering her. Slowly the faint metallic glimmer softened and rounded into the dim shape of…spoons. A lot of spoons, all bound together by what looked like her mother's scarf.

"My brother got mad at me, and told my parentsss about my collection of Human trinketsss. And they ssstrongly encouraged me to return them. So these are your spoonsss- and your cloth thing. I enjoyed tying up my brother with it."

"…You broke into my house?"

The girl numbly reached out for the scarf wrapped spoons, too confused, too scared, too flabbergasted to make sense of what was really going on.

"Sssorry about that, but it'sss really easy to slip inside when I've been around dead thingsss that are easier to wake than you and your parentsss. Anywaysss… I hope you have a good night. "

"You-!" She whirled around, and her voice faltered as she got an up-close look of the Ra'zac. They were every bit as hideous as the stories claimer they were, and then some. "You-" the girl licked her dry lips. "What kind of sick game is this?! Eat me if you're going to!"

Shaky nervous breaths hissed over her teeth in terrified pants.

The Ra'zac cock its ugly head to the side.

"I'm hungry enough, but it wouldn't be right eating you after giving your spoonsss back."

"Why the fuck did you steal our spoons?!"

The Ra'zac shrugged. "I like spoonsss. They look like…" The creature hissed as if it was unsure of what it wanted to say. "…They look like pasta if you wiggle them in front of your face fast enough."

"What?"

"It'sss fun. You should try it sometime."

The girl got the weird sense the Ra'zac was smiling.

"Anywaysss." What may or may not have been a jovial lilt in his voice faded. "You should go home. My-uh- female-pretty friend-friend is hunting, and you don't want to run into her… actually if you can't avoid another of my kind you might want to run into her. She'sss an awesome hunter. You'll be dead before you've even realized she'sss killed you."

The Ra'zac whistled; a complex series of odd notes and changing pitches. It was strangely bird like-alluring and frightening at the same time. It was a pretty sound-so far the only pretty thing about this spoon stealing creature-but it was coming from a monster, and it filled her with a sense of dread.

It stood completely still, a good two feet over her, with its head cocked as if listening for something. Then his head whipped to the side, and the girl thought that she could just make out the faint sound of a second whistle.

The Ra'zac turned its head toward her, large black eyes bearing down at her, and for a horrible moment she felt light headed.

"She's far off, that way." The monster pointed. "In theory you'll make it home if you hurry. Sssorry about the confusion… and the spoonsss." It didn't at all sound it was sorry for the spoons.

"Have a good night," the Ra'zac waved.

Without another word, the monster slipped quietly back into the surrounding night, like a ghastly wraith.

Fear and adrenaline still coursing through her veins, the girl turned and ran, not trusting the monster to keep his word not to kill her, and horrified of meeting his friend.

Perched on a nearby roof top like giant black owl, Obsidian Blaze begrudgingly watched his spoons and cloth strip flee into the night. Sooner or later he'd get them back, but for now his stomach demanded attention.