Lady of the Mystics, the reason some words are misspelled is that I'm such
a bad speller that my spell check has to guess at what I mean, and I just
go, okay, you want to replace this word with that one. And I get some
words, that aren't really the words I want.
Rachel Hunt, thanks you for the constant reviews.
LM. DE., thank you so much for the kind words.
Goddessnmbl, thank you, chapter six is my favorite too, so I know you're going to like chapter seven
Silver Crystal, I would never kill Jaenelle, thanks for the compliment, it means a lot to me.
Wordweaver, I could do no less for a Surreal fan, being one my self. I hope this counts as sooner.
Skie, I think I'll work in some male bonding, I'll certainly try.
Demona and lirpa, thanks for all your help bringing this story together and just for being there. I'm working on Black Knight.
Chapter Seven : Don't Mess with the Hunter
I was whistling. That was my first clue that something was wrong with me, the second came when I looked in the mirror and found a strange expression on my face. On anyone else I'd call it a smile. Now, I'm wondering why I'm suddenly so happy, I mean it's been a month since I had anyone to kill. If you haven't noticed I live for the kill. So, back to puzzling out this strange change in attitude, yeah, the one I didn't like. I'm sitting on my bed in a cheap inn, in the worst part of Draega, and I wasn't leaving my rooms. I'd made it a point of personal pride never to be happy, and I'd be Blood if they were going to see me like this.
Someone knocked on my door, mustering the frown I should be wearing, I opened it to see a young boy.
"Lord Hunter," he paused and I nodded for him to go on, "there is a man down stairs that wants to see you."
"Tell him I'll be down in a moment." I replied, feeling my curiosity rise. Who would be brash enough to enter this area of Draega. This was traditionally my home base. Down in the slums the name Hunter wasn't feared as it was by the aristo Blood. Here I was just a friend in a dangerous, deadly line of work.
I exited my room and slid down the stairs. Casey once told I couldn't make an ungraceful movement, not even went I tried. Well, I'll trust Casey, after all, he is cultured.
I reached the ground floor and studied those gathered in the room. I knew most of them, I'd been staying at this inn for more than a year, when I was in town at least. A face in the corner of the room wasn't as familiar, and the man didn't look drunk. A bad sign. I made my way to that table, it was in a corner and the man was sitting so he could observe the whole room. The pieces began to come together. This man was in my line of work, that's probably why the boy was so afraid.
I flung myself into a chair across from the assassin, my back to the room. But, hey, I knew most of these men and they knew me, better yet they knew my reputation.
"So, what was so important that you came all the way over here to tell me it?" I asked mildly. If this pup had any sense he'd leave now, I wasn't in the mood for games.
"Just this." he responded, leaping over the table, knife drawn. I batted away his knife and pulled one of my own. Number one rule of my job, never, ever be unarmed. I stabbed the man as he tried to stab me. He fell to the table end. Working my knife out of him, I smiled. Not the one I'd been wearing before this ... professional exchange of ideas. No, this smile was my Blood thirsty smile, my savage smile, if you were Casey.
"That was pathetic." I muttered. "Trying to assassinate me with a second rate assassin. I'm insulted." With no further ado, I took myself back to my room. Not a bad evening, I'd gotten to kill something.
^&^
A knock on his door alerted Casey to the fact he was going to be entertaining unexpected company in just a moment, maybe two.
Daemon slipped into Casey's entrance hall. It wasn't anything fancy, it was actually rather bare. Walking surely to the study, knowing that's where he'd find his friend, he opened the study door and entered. To be greeted with the sight of Casey holding onto his multi-purpose letter opener. Seeing Daemon he put it down.
"My friend, sit, make yourself at home." Casey invited.
"Thank-you, Casey." Daemon replied sitting in an overstuffed chair. "I've a question for you."
"Ask, and if I can answer it, I will."
"I was serving in a court, about a month ago, when it's Queen was assassinated. Not that I give a damn about the bitch, but I'm sure I must have passed the assassin on the way back to my rooms. Is there anyone good enough to get by me unnoticed?"
"One, it could only be him." Casey sighed. "My friend, you must keep this to yourself. To most this man is a myth. He is called the Hunter of the Blood, and he is the best of us. The absolute best, no one but him could get by you and make a silent kill. Besides he was in that area and he prefers to kill high ranking Blood aristos, Queens are his favored prey. I don't know much about him. I know that he was once Blood, and that these are revenge killings to him. I'm sure that he will continue on his path until his final breath. Daemon, people who annoy you have a habit of disappearing, people who annoy the Hunter of the Blood have a habit of appearing," he paused as if searching for a pharse, "in pieces."
Daemon nodded, "That's fine, Casey, I can take care of myself, but I need a name."
"The Hunter of the Blood, Sadi, or just Hunter for short."
"His real name, Casey." Daemon's temper was starting to rise.
"No one knows, I doubt he even remembers. To find him look for him as the Hunter of the Blood. One who is kindred, but not kine."
Getting up, Daemon thanked his friend. It was time to start hunting the Hunter.
That's a wrap people. Chapter seven is now finished. Hunter's evolving story will continue in chapter eight. Please review. What do you like? What don't you like? What could I do better?
Hugz,
shanis
Rachel Hunt, thanks you for the constant reviews.
LM. DE., thank you so much for the kind words.
Goddessnmbl, thank you, chapter six is my favorite too, so I know you're going to like chapter seven
Silver Crystal, I would never kill Jaenelle, thanks for the compliment, it means a lot to me.
Wordweaver, I could do no less for a Surreal fan, being one my self. I hope this counts as sooner.
Skie, I think I'll work in some male bonding, I'll certainly try.
Demona and lirpa, thanks for all your help bringing this story together and just for being there. I'm working on Black Knight.
Chapter Seven : Don't Mess with the Hunter
I was whistling. That was my first clue that something was wrong with me, the second came when I looked in the mirror and found a strange expression on my face. On anyone else I'd call it a smile. Now, I'm wondering why I'm suddenly so happy, I mean it's been a month since I had anyone to kill. If you haven't noticed I live for the kill. So, back to puzzling out this strange change in attitude, yeah, the one I didn't like. I'm sitting on my bed in a cheap inn, in the worst part of Draega, and I wasn't leaving my rooms. I'd made it a point of personal pride never to be happy, and I'd be Blood if they were going to see me like this.
Someone knocked on my door, mustering the frown I should be wearing, I opened it to see a young boy.
"Lord Hunter," he paused and I nodded for him to go on, "there is a man down stairs that wants to see you."
"Tell him I'll be down in a moment." I replied, feeling my curiosity rise. Who would be brash enough to enter this area of Draega. This was traditionally my home base. Down in the slums the name Hunter wasn't feared as it was by the aristo Blood. Here I was just a friend in a dangerous, deadly line of work.
I exited my room and slid down the stairs. Casey once told I couldn't make an ungraceful movement, not even went I tried. Well, I'll trust Casey, after all, he is cultured.
I reached the ground floor and studied those gathered in the room. I knew most of them, I'd been staying at this inn for more than a year, when I was in town at least. A face in the corner of the room wasn't as familiar, and the man didn't look drunk. A bad sign. I made my way to that table, it was in a corner and the man was sitting so he could observe the whole room. The pieces began to come together. This man was in my line of work, that's probably why the boy was so afraid.
I flung myself into a chair across from the assassin, my back to the room. But, hey, I knew most of these men and they knew me, better yet they knew my reputation.
"So, what was so important that you came all the way over here to tell me it?" I asked mildly. If this pup had any sense he'd leave now, I wasn't in the mood for games.
"Just this." he responded, leaping over the table, knife drawn. I batted away his knife and pulled one of my own. Number one rule of my job, never, ever be unarmed. I stabbed the man as he tried to stab me. He fell to the table end. Working my knife out of him, I smiled. Not the one I'd been wearing before this ... professional exchange of ideas. No, this smile was my Blood thirsty smile, my savage smile, if you were Casey.
"That was pathetic." I muttered. "Trying to assassinate me with a second rate assassin. I'm insulted." With no further ado, I took myself back to my room. Not a bad evening, I'd gotten to kill something.
^&^
A knock on his door alerted Casey to the fact he was going to be entertaining unexpected company in just a moment, maybe two.
Daemon slipped into Casey's entrance hall. It wasn't anything fancy, it was actually rather bare. Walking surely to the study, knowing that's where he'd find his friend, he opened the study door and entered. To be greeted with the sight of Casey holding onto his multi-purpose letter opener. Seeing Daemon he put it down.
"My friend, sit, make yourself at home." Casey invited.
"Thank-you, Casey." Daemon replied sitting in an overstuffed chair. "I've a question for you."
"Ask, and if I can answer it, I will."
"I was serving in a court, about a month ago, when it's Queen was assassinated. Not that I give a damn about the bitch, but I'm sure I must have passed the assassin on the way back to my rooms. Is there anyone good enough to get by me unnoticed?"
"One, it could only be him." Casey sighed. "My friend, you must keep this to yourself. To most this man is a myth. He is called the Hunter of the Blood, and he is the best of us. The absolute best, no one but him could get by you and make a silent kill. Besides he was in that area and he prefers to kill high ranking Blood aristos, Queens are his favored prey. I don't know much about him. I know that he was once Blood, and that these are revenge killings to him. I'm sure that he will continue on his path until his final breath. Daemon, people who annoy you have a habit of disappearing, people who annoy the Hunter of the Blood have a habit of appearing," he paused as if searching for a pharse, "in pieces."
Daemon nodded, "That's fine, Casey, I can take care of myself, but I need a name."
"The Hunter of the Blood, Sadi, or just Hunter for short."
"His real name, Casey." Daemon's temper was starting to rise.
"No one knows, I doubt he even remembers. To find him look for him as the Hunter of the Blood. One who is kindred, but not kine."
Getting up, Daemon thanked his friend. It was time to start hunting the Hunter.
That's a wrap people. Chapter seven is now finished. Hunter's evolving story will continue in chapter eight. Please review. What do you like? What don't you like? What could I do better?
Hugz,
shanis