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AN: Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry, just like always when I can't update very soon. It's been hectic around here and I just got back from 10 days in Orlando. If anyone actually paid attention to my rambling about my GPA and stuff lemme just fill y'all in. I did get my GPA up to a 4.0, but I did not, however, get cast in the play. Which is alright, considering there were 40 people at call backs and the director could only cast 17. Neway, hope you all had a very nice Christmas or any other holiday you celebrate.
Chapter Ten
*The Hunter's Heart*
The door slammed shut behind Jester and Gypsy as they rushed into their apartment.
"Who the HELL were they?" Jester hissed angrily at Gypsy.
"I have no idea!" Gypsy answered shrilly, "Hunters! That's all I know!"
Jester growled loudly and stomped over to her bag on the couch. She pulled out a small stone and threw it roughly on the floor.
The stone exploded into a cloud of dust as Jester screamed, "AZRAEL!!!!!!!!!!"
Gypsy flinched at the volume of Jester's voice, rubbing her ears after her friend had finished.
"Owchies……" Gypsy whined under her breath.
Azrael appeared, coughing, in the middle of the dust, looking incredibly peeved.
"What the hell do you want in the middle of the night?!" Azrael yelled at Jester.
Jester stared at him incredulously before embarking on a loud and mocking tirade, "Oh don't worry about a thing, you said! Help me and you'll be let into heaven, you said! WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAY NEW YORK HAS A COUPLE OF RESIDENT DEMON HUNTERS??????!!!!!!!!"
Azrael gaped at her for a minute, "When did you run into demon hunters?" He asked quietly.
Gypsy, taking over for Jester who seemed to busy fuming, answered, "About ten minutes ago. I heard them coming, so we ducked into a space between a couple of buildings. We saw them pass, there were two of them. We came straight here afterwards."
"Wow," Jester snorted, "That's the most coherent chain of sentences you've put together in centuries."
"Yeah, well, we're still waiting for yours," Gypsy replied irritably.
"How did you know they were hunters?" Azrael asked, ignoring the two as the continued to bicker.
"You know those stones that can tell you if a member of one of the demonic races has been in the vicinity?"
"Yeah…."
Gypsy sighed, "Well, those stones emit a certain sort of smell because of all substances used to make them. I could smell that on these two guys."
Jester managed to collect herself enough to speak, "For once I'm actually happy about all your damn magnified senses."
Rolling her eyes, Gypsy replied, "I'm just gonna take that as a compliment….."
"Anyway," Jester said accusingly, "What do you expect us to do now? This just makes everything one thousand times harder!"
"Not to mention you lost the potio-" Gypsy clapped her hand over her mouth with a horrified expression as she realized what she said.
"Lost what?" Azrael asked pointedly.
"Nothing," Jester answered quickly.
"Oh give it up!" Azrael sneered, "Like that was believable in ANY way shape or form!"
Jester glared at Gypsy, "You are SO dead."
Gypsy grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of her head while staring pointedly at her feet.
Azrael's eyes widened suddenly as he came to understand what Gypsy had said.
"You lost that potion I gave you?" He questioned with bated breath, "You actually lost it….?"
Jester and Gypsy waited for him to continue.
Azrael's fists clenched at his sides as his jaw tightened. He slowly lifted his head and looked Jester in the eye, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE???!!!!!!!!" He screamed, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENS IF A MORTAL GETS A HOLD OF THAT POTION???!!!!!!"
Gypsy bit her lip and looked at the ground, visibly shaking a little.
"Oh don't tell me that I made the great demoness cry?" Azrael mocked.
Gypsy shook harder and a slight noise erupted from her throat…..But Azrael could swear on his life that it wasn't from crying….
Finally, not able to contain herself any longer, Gypsy burst into laughter, clutching her sides and attempting to stay upright.
Jester and Azrael stared at her as if she had sprouted wings and a halo while and was singing "Hallelujah" over and over again.
"What is wrong with her?" Azrael whispered to Jester, who just shook her head in disbelief.
"You!" Gypsy managed, pointing at Azrael, "You have no idea-" she gasped for air, "How funny you look," she paused and took a deep breath, "When you're angry!!!!"
She drew herself up and made a face, bulging her eyes out in a mock-representation of what Azael looked like when he had yelled.
Azrael stared at her in disgust.
"You're an absolute idiot!" He mused, "You really are truly fucked up!"
"At least I don't look like a deformed frog when I yell!" Gypsy laughed.
"Get out!!" Azrael yelled, pointing at the door, "I can't deal with you in the room!"
"Yes master, of course," Gypsy replied sarcastically.
She bowed dramatically before morphing into a cat and jumping out the window onto the fire escape, leaping down it effortlessly.
Jester tried not to laugh at her friend's incredible oddness and asked, "So what does happen to a mortal if they get that potion?"
Azrael looked troubled, "Well…."
* * * * *
Gypsy, back in her human form, walked aimlessly around the street. Her stomach growled and she poked it mercilessly, commanding, "Shut up!"
It growled again and she sighed angrily.
One person can't possibly hurt…She reasoned with herself.
She kept this inner battle of whether or not to feed going for a good twenty minutes or so, before her keen hearing picked up the sounds of a very different sort of battle.
She stepped lightly and padded along silently until she could see a man and a woman struggling against the brick wall of a large office building.
"Aw, c'mon…." The man whispered seductively, pushing the woman against the wall and trying to kiss her.
"I said let me go!" The woman hissed, attempting to shove the man away from her.
The fight continued as Gypsy walked closer and closer to the couple.
Gypsy tapped the man on the shoulder, and as he turned around, looking as if he were ready to kill her, she punched him square in the nose, sending him reeling back onto the sidewalk, where he lay, unconscious.
The woman looked at Gypsy in a mixture of awe and gratitude, babbling, "Oh thank you, how can I ever thank you enough! How can I-"
"Go to sleep," Gypsy whispered, quickly and forcefully pressing her knuckle into a soft point on the woman's neck.
The woman's eyes rolled back into her head as her knees gave way underneath her and she crumpled to the ground, not dead, but not awake.
Glancing back and forth between the woman and man, Gypsy mentally debated on which one to choose. The man was larger, but the woman was obviously an innocent whereas the man was definitely not.
Something stirred in the pit of her stomach as she looked at the woman again. She looks sort of like Jester……Gypsy thought to herself as she subconsciously chewed on her bottom lip, still not being able to make a clear decision.
The feeling in her insides grew, and she mentally pushed them away, growling slightly as if it would help. She sighed angrily and turned to the man.
Glaring at his still form Gypsy lifted him up by his collar, shoving him against the building.
She bared her fangs and sunk them into the vein that snaked along the pale white flesh of his neck, finding immense satisfaction in the blood that came forth.
She let him drop moments later, after completely draining him and becoming incredibly full.
"Oi!" She said, poking her stomach, "I'm gonna be siiiiiiiiiiiiiick…"
Wiping off the remaining blood on her lips, Gypsy continued her walk down the street, wondering what Jester and the ever-annoyed Azrael were discussing.
* * * * *
"So basically," Jester said, "You're saying that if a mortal drinks that potion, it will give them the strength of an immortal…"
"Right, and depending on how much they drink, it could have permanent effects," Azrael pointed out.
Jester shrugged, "So what's the big deal?"
"Most mortals have no idea whatsoever that anything beyond 'human' exists," Azrael explained, "If one were to find out and be able to prove to others that this is true……well…….It would NOT be a pretty site…"
"Ah, the whole mass chaos, God gets pissy and has to destroy everything and start all over deal, right?"
"Exactly…"
"So what do we do?" Jester asked curiously.
"Gee, now don't I just WISH that I knew the answer to that brilliant question," Azrael said sarcastically.
"Great…." Jester said, sitting down on the couch with her arms folded across her chest.
"Yep," Azrael replied, also sitting down on the couch and making himself comfortable, "So only one thing really to do now."
"And what would that be?"
"Small talk!" Azrael said, ignoring the completely blank stare Jester was giving him, "So how's the weather been up here?"
* * * * *
Gypsy hummed a tune quietly and watched the ground as she walked, as if there was something incredibly intriguing about a dirty sidewalk.
She bumped into someone, and quickly muttered an apology before continuing on her path.
When she was a few feet away from the man she had run into, she stopped dead in her tracks as the identity of the person dawned on her.
Her eyes widened in horror and she kept walking, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while her pace steadily increased.
Adarr paused. Who was that girl that had walked into him? There was something not quite right about her…..
"What is it Adarr?" Auron asked his companion, who was staring after Gypsy's retreating form.
"I dunno….."
Auron looked contemplative for a moment before he jumped slightly after reaching into his pocket.
"What?" Adarr asked curiously.
"The stone…" Auron said, pulling it out of his pocket, "It's burning up."
"Let me see," Adarr said, taking the stone, which was, in fact, turning into the deepest shade of red it could manage without looking black.
"That girl…." Adarr said quietly.
"Let's go," Auron said not needing Adarr to finish the sentence.
He traced his fingers along the smooth wood of the stake in his coat pocket, quickly walking after Gypsy. Adarr jogged a few steps to catch up with him before falling into step beside him.
Gypsy heard their change in direction and again increased her pace. The squeaking of their shoes on the pavement sent chills up her spine and numbed her insides until she was devoid of all feeling except the anxiety that beat against her stomach.
I wish Jester was here…She thought silently, She always knows what to do!
"Hey!" Adarr called out to Gypsy, who kept walking "Hey! Stop for a second, I just want to ask you something!"
Auron looked at Adarr incredulously, "Oh wonderful Adarr," he said, "That didn't sound the least bit suspicious!"
Adarr glared at him before yelling, "I think you might have dropped something miss! Miss!!!"
Gypsy bit her lip and stopped, thinking that maybe she could outsmart them somehow, because she sure as hell wasn't going to outrun them after gorging herself that much.
"Yes?" She asked Adarr innocently.
Adarr looked taken aback for a moment…… She looks like she's sixteen!! He thought to himself, and he had to admit there was something sensual about the innocent-act when he knew that she was not.
"I….um…..I-uh-" Adarr stammered.
Auron rolled his eyes at his stuttering companion, and, pulling a cross hung from a string out of his pocket, said, "I believe you dropped this, is it yours?"
He held the cross out for her to take it and she eyed it warily.
"It's not mine," Gypsy answered simply, "But thank you anyway."
Auron, not one to give up easily at all, replied, "Are you sure? I could have sworn that you dropped it. Here, take a look at it, tell me if it's yours."
Auron grabbed her hand and, before she could react, dropped the cross into it. Gypsy flinched in pain and instantly let the cross drop to the ground.
Hiding her wounded hand, Gypsy quickly recovered and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry! Here, let me get that for you."
She knelt to the ground and picked up the cross by the string, careful to not let the cross itself touch her skin.
Handing it back to Auron, she said, "No, it's not mine."
Auron took it and placed it back in his pocket, producing a stake, which he tossed to Adarr, in its place.
"Yeah," he laughed sardonically, "Wouldn't expect a vampire to have a cross now would you?"
He grabbed Gypsy as she turned to run and held her up against the nearest building.
"Adarr," Auron commanded, "Kill her."
The words registered in Adarr's brain but the action he wanted his body to perform did not seem to be happening.
Auron, using his full strength to keep the struggling Gypsy pinned, was unable to complete the task himself.
"Adarr!" Auron growled, "What are you waiting for?!"
Adarr ignored Auron and instead stared intently at Gypsy, whose breath was caught in her throat and whose expression betrayed an incredible feeling of……fear?
"Adarr….." Auron said again, urging him to get on with it already.
But Adarr stood fixated by the eyes that pleaded with him to not end their life. With the stake half raised, Adarr remained paralyzed by his inability to wield the power in his hand.
Evil can't know fear……
He lowered the stake as Auron stared at him, dumbfounded. Auron began to say something again but Adarr couldn't hear him, so amazed was he by the change in Gypsy's look of fear to one of slight confusion but also of complete gratitude.
As Auron gaped at Adarr, Gypsy quickly transformed into a cat and ran away as fast as that form would allow.
AN: Probably one of my more odd chapters, but I'll be damned if I didn't have fun writing it. Oh! By the way! The Erinyes have a part in the next chapter, and muses, I'm sorry, but you two are still further down in the story!
Comments (Merry late Christmas everyone!! And happy late late late and later still Hannuka!! And happy Kwanzaa!! Tho I admit I don't know when Kwanzaa was…)
Fiction Hobbit: I'll just take that as a sign that you like it……
Ali: I updated!! Yayness and hoorayness for Gypsy!!! Wahoo! Neway, if you're wonderin' about the audition stuff, just look at the author note this chappy starts out with….I wuv you toooooo!
Tiger: Didja get my email with the doll of all us girls in Dogma? I hope you did! Eh, just go look and tell me whatcha think of it, k? Turkey leftovers……*shudder*
Mondie: Crayon soup??? CRAYON SOUP??!!! Poor widdle Mushy needs to find the ingredients to crayons…….Lol, I luffle you too!
Falco: Waffles? Did I hear waffles?? I wanna have some waffles!!!!!!!!!!
Cards: Nifty doodles…….L.O.L…….
Jester: When did you die? AND WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY DEAD???? *cough* I mean…..uh…..gee, Jester, I missed you sooooooooo bad….. J I wuv uuuu!
Skittles: Yeah, I made the Auron and Adarr thingy up….Meeples and bits!! I'm SOOOOOO sorry but I already have the muse's part filled up and so I can't put you in as her!!!! I really wish I could put everyone in that asks, but I just can't and I'm really really sorry!!!!! I wuv you too (even tho I don't know you, lol)!!!!
Broadway: Yah, I thought they both fit the parts well, but I just couldn't bear to not have Mush talk so Silent Bob is a little……um…….unsilent?
