Disclaimer: I don't own Surreal and Deamon. I do own Hunter, Casey, and the plot.
Goddessnmb1 , I'm glad you liked chapter seven. Charlie from "Charlie's Angels", well, it's better than Mojo Jojo from the "Powerpuff Girls." The plot and Deamon's reasoning are coming up. I wrote this chapter with your comments in mind.
Kiana Darkk, I'm not clear on the question you're talking about, but glad to help. I like Hunter not remembering his own name too. Hey, that's why I included it.
lirpa, I garunteed that Hunter will get to do some more killing.
Demona, thanks for the review. I'm particularly proud of that line as well. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've figured out a countr to super white out, Jumbo invisible ink pen.
Skie, that question will be answered, kinda in this chapter. Thanx for the compliment.
Rachel Hunt, I don't know if this has morre dialouge, but I hope it does. Than you so much for always reviewing.
This is for my sister who helps with grammer and spelling, where she can, and is so encouraging, and for my Daddy whose birthday is in two days. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!
Chapter Eight : Love at First Knife
Deamon wandered through the streets, lost in thought. He didn't really want to kill this Hunter of the Blood, but some things had to be done. If Hunter were ever to be seduced to Dorthea's side it could spell disaster for him and all he was close to, and he couldn't take that chance, not when so many lives were on the line. All the people who counted on him, people like Surreal, who was almost like a daughter to him, people who he couldn't risk. So, to protect those he cared about, those he cared for, those he loved, and the future of the realm the Hunter of the Blood had to die. It was as simple as that.
^&^
Surreal wandered through the rundown streets of Dreaga, she too was lost in thought. However, her thoughts ran towards the mysterous note that a young boy had delievered to her inn. When she'd asked who it was from the boy clame up, so she was taking it as an invitation to get down and dirty with another assassin.
Entering the inn she was surprised to see an familar face, one she had had lunch with not two months ago, sitting at the bar nursing an ale.
"Come, Lady, sit down, I mean you no harm," he said it that lovely soft voice of his. And Surreal found herself sitting down. He spoke with the man behind the bar for a minute, and plates of food appeared.
She watched as he withdrew a knife and held it out to her, the blde slicing his plam. "I am the blade in your hand, my Lady, do not fear to use me." He smiled and his tone dropped even lower, as he rose, "Remember, little bird, do not fool around with you targets. Get in, do it and get out." With that he walked out of the inn and into the night.
^&^
I'd tossed the guantlet her way, now I had to see what she'd do with it it. So, I was hiding in the freezing night, waiting for her to leave, so I could follow her, and keep her safe. Contrary to how it might appear I had no sexual interest in my Lady, I knew the right man for her would come, just as surely as I knew that I would always walk alone in the Darkness, alienated by what She had done to me. Some one was opposing her, trying to kill her, and word was some one was hunting me, not like I was worried about the second, my life was of little consequence if I could save my Lady.
She left the inn and walked down the street; I followed in the shadows, like a good bodyguard. After all, the prophet was right about so much, why not my little bird's importance in the future, the part that was to personal to tell Casey, to tell anyone. It was then I noticed a shadow following my Lady, and for some reason distrusted this shadow, it meant harm. When I crossed it's path it fled, coward! I would have to follow my Lady, things were just getting too dangerous for her out on her own, we all had or roles to play in life and mine was to insure that she got to her complete hers.
Her enemies were now my enemies, and as many of the dead could tell you, you don't want to be my enemy. My enemies have a habit of no longer being useful to the living, being as they end up dead. Hey, it was a wolf eat wolf world out there, and I wasn't anyone's dessert, or main course, come to think of it.
So, the war for the future had begun, and I didn't intend to let my Lady's Mr. Right down, it was a war I'd be winning at any cost, and I do mean any cost.
^&^
Damn him, that thing is going to ruin all my plans, he must die, there is no other way. I thought he could be useful to me, he has been in the past, destroying Queens, bitches that stand in way of ruling what is rightfully mine. The Realm of Terreille. It's mine, and I'll bleed it dry if I have to. How could he, for years he has destroyed Queens and the like, not he protects the protecter of THE QUEEN, of Witch. This is not going my way at all. So, now, I'll open this private war with a knife.
^&^
I watched the knife fly towards my Lady, plaming one of mine. I'd have to make this hot perfect or Surreal'd be dead. Talk about pressure. I threw my knife, praying to the Darkness, that doesn't belong solely to the Blood, that my aim was true. Apparently someone really liked me because my knife contacted his knife and they both clattered to the ground. Surreal whipped around, trying to find the source of the noise, lucky for me the knives had fallen into a heap of trash. Something, told me my Lady would not like being followed, call me paraniod, after all, I am an assassin. Things were starting to heat up, my Lady just seemed to attract danger, so I guessed I was putting my own career goals on hold to safeguard her life. If this attack was anything like the man, or woman, trying to kill her, she was still to inexpereienced to see it coming. I slunk deeper in the shadows and followed her home, like a stray.
Hah, it's done. I hope that this chapter is pleasing to everyone, I'm trying to make my plot line claerer. Someone mentioned that it was a little blurry.
Goddessnmb1 , I'm glad you liked chapter seven. Charlie from "Charlie's Angels", well, it's better than Mojo Jojo from the "Powerpuff Girls." The plot and Deamon's reasoning are coming up. I wrote this chapter with your comments in mind.
Kiana Darkk, I'm not clear on the question you're talking about, but glad to help. I like Hunter not remembering his own name too. Hey, that's why I included it.
lirpa, I garunteed that Hunter will get to do some more killing.
Demona, thanks for the review. I'm particularly proud of that line as well. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've figured out a countr to super white out, Jumbo invisible ink pen.
Skie, that question will be answered, kinda in this chapter. Thanx for the compliment.
Rachel Hunt, I don't know if this has morre dialouge, but I hope it does. Than you so much for always reviewing.
This is for my sister who helps with grammer and spelling, where she can, and is so encouraging, and for my Daddy whose birthday is in two days. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!
Chapter Eight : Love at First Knife
Deamon wandered through the streets, lost in thought. He didn't really want to kill this Hunter of the Blood, but some things had to be done. If Hunter were ever to be seduced to Dorthea's side it could spell disaster for him and all he was close to, and he couldn't take that chance, not when so many lives were on the line. All the people who counted on him, people like Surreal, who was almost like a daughter to him, people who he couldn't risk. So, to protect those he cared about, those he cared for, those he loved, and the future of the realm the Hunter of the Blood had to die. It was as simple as that.
^&^
Surreal wandered through the rundown streets of Dreaga, she too was lost in thought. However, her thoughts ran towards the mysterous note that a young boy had delievered to her inn. When she'd asked who it was from the boy clame up, so she was taking it as an invitation to get down and dirty with another assassin.
Entering the inn she was surprised to see an familar face, one she had had lunch with not two months ago, sitting at the bar nursing an ale.
"Come, Lady, sit down, I mean you no harm," he said it that lovely soft voice of his. And Surreal found herself sitting down. He spoke with the man behind the bar for a minute, and plates of food appeared.
She watched as he withdrew a knife and held it out to her, the blde slicing his plam. "I am the blade in your hand, my Lady, do not fear to use me." He smiled and his tone dropped even lower, as he rose, "Remember, little bird, do not fool around with you targets. Get in, do it and get out." With that he walked out of the inn and into the night.
^&^
I'd tossed the guantlet her way, now I had to see what she'd do with it it. So, I was hiding in the freezing night, waiting for her to leave, so I could follow her, and keep her safe. Contrary to how it might appear I had no sexual interest in my Lady, I knew the right man for her would come, just as surely as I knew that I would always walk alone in the Darkness, alienated by what She had done to me. Some one was opposing her, trying to kill her, and word was some one was hunting me, not like I was worried about the second, my life was of little consequence if I could save my Lady.
She left the inn and walked down the street; I followed in the shadows, like a good bodyguard. After all, the prophet was right about so much, why not my little bird's importance in the future, the part that was to personal to tell Casey, to tell anyone. It was then I noticed a shadow following my Lady, and for some reason distrusted this shadow, it meant harm. When I crossed it's path it fled, coward! I would have to follow my Lady, things were just getting too dangerous for her out on her own, we all had or roles to play in life and mine was to insure that she got to her complete hers.
Her enemies were now my enemies, and as many of the dead could tell you, you don't want to be my enemy. My enemies have a habit of no longer being useful to the living, being as they end up dead. Hey, it was a wolf eat wolf world out there, and I wasn't anyone's dessert, or main course, come to think of it.
So, the war for the future had begun, and I didn't intend to let my Lady's Mr. Right down, it was a war I'd be winning at any cost, and I do mean any cost.
^&^
Damn him, that thing is going to ruin all my plans, he must die, there is no other way. I thought he could be useful to me, he has been in the past, destroying Queens, bitches that stand in way of ruling what is rightfully mine. The Realm of Terreille. It's mine, and I'll bleed it dry if I have to. How could he, for years he has destroyed Queens and the like, not he protects the protecter of THE QUEEN, of Witch. This is not going my way at all. So, now, I'll open this private war with a knife.
^&^
I watched the knife fly towards my Lady, plaming one of mine. I'd have to make this hot perfect or Surreal'd be dead. Talk about pressure. I threw my knife, praying to the Darkness, that doesn't belong solely to the Blood, that my aim was true. Apparently someone really liked me because my knife contacted his knife and they both clattered to the ground. Surreal whipped around, trying to find the source of the noise, lucky for me the knives had fallen into a heap of trash. Something, told me my Lady would not like being followed, call me paraniod, after all, I am an assassin. Things were starting to heat up, my Lady just seemed to attract danger, so I guessed I was putting my own career goals on hold to safeguard her life. If this attack was anything like the man, or woman, trying to kill her, she was still to inexpereienced to see it coming. I slunk deeper in the shadows and followed her home, like a stray.
Hah, it's done. I hope that this chapter is pleasing to everyone, I'm trying to make my plot line claerer. Someone mentioned that it was a little blurry.