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Ckat picked herself up from her bed-mat. It was almost 6:00am. IT was obvious that she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight with a stranger in her territory. She walked into her living room and found that her guest wasn't sitting on her couch any more. She soon followed his scent trail to the private room that she kept closed off from the rest of the world.
"You!" she yelled, pointing her gun at his head.
"What about me?"
"Do you realize what you've done?!"
"What?"
"This place is sacred to me, only members of my family can enter here. And since I have no other family, I'm the one allowed in this room."
"On the subject of family, who might this be?" he asked, holding up a picture of a man with a black ribbon tied at the top.
"That was my uncle Kiygi. He passed away about four years ago, not that it's any of your business."
"He was a priest?" he asked putting the picture back in its place.
"Yes, and again, not that it's any of your business."
"Touchy one in the morning, aren't we?"
Bang!
Arucard was, temporarily, missing an ear.
"Touché," he mumbled to himself.
"Now, you want to ask any other questions that really aren't any of your damn business?"
"At the moment, no."
"This is just going to be loads of fun, isn't it?"
Arucard simply smirked at her. She promptly pushed him out of the room and trudged off to the living room. When Arucard arrived in the room with her, he found that she was putting on that odd coat she had.
"So, where are we going?"
"To let my boss know that you arrived in one piece."
"Why wouldn't I have?" he asked, that smirk having returned once again.
"Figure of speech."
"Shall I take you to him?"
"First off, I work for a she, and two, are you looking to have your balls shot off?"
"Not particularly, I'm rather attached to them, or the other way around."
"Why me?"
"Good question."
Ckat marched out of the apartment and down to the parking garage. Once there, she found Arucard waiting for her.
"Dare I ask which one is yours?"
She points at a convertible that was a similar color to her hair.
"You're a piece of work," he chuckled, opening the door.
He heard the sound of a gun cocking behind him and turned around. He was greeted by the sight of Ckat's gun trained on his head.
"Stinking, heathen Brit! No one drives my car except for me, got it?"
He looked at the seat he had been about to get into and found that it was behind the steering wheel.
"I'd heard that you Americans were backwards, but this is a little ridiculous."
"Kiss my ass, undead boy!"
"Big words from a mortal creature."
"Just get in the passenger seat and shut-up!" she snapped, sitting down in the driver's seat and starting the car.
"What did you mean when you said that I was a piece of work?" she asked a while later.
"Somehow, your hair-color matches the color of your car."
Ckat burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"The color is Andy's doing! He surprised me with the car for my birthday! He even special mixed the paint! Poor idiot doesn't even realize that this isn't even my natural color!" she shrieked between fits of laugher.
They heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching.
"Speak of the devil," Ckat mumbled to herself, not bothering to look over next to her.
"Hey, Ckat!" the man yelled from under helmet.
"You heaven hated son-of-a-bitch! You're the one who let the blood-sucker into my apartment, aren't you?"
"So what if I am?"
"The bitch almost shot me twice already!" Arucard yelled across Ckat's body.
"Oh, you probably shouldn't go sneaking up on her, she's a little on the jumpy side!"
"Why you bastard!!"
Arucard reached over Ckat's body and aimed at the biker. Ckat raised her own arm up, grabbing the offending limb and braking it in two.
"Holy shit! What the hell did you do think your doing?"
"You shouldn't distract the driver!" Ckat snapped.
"Damn bitch!" Arucard snapped, dumbstruck by the fact that she had actually done that.
"Sorry dude!" Andy said, "Gotta jet!" he yelled before zipping off through the cars ahead.
"Damn bastard!" Arucard mumbled, fixing his arm.
"You have no idea!" Ckat laughed, tossing her head back.
They got out of the car in the oddly empty White House parking garage.
"I just had an idea! Why don't we go in there like we're getting along, you know, like you turned me last night."
"I like the way you think," he said, crossing over to her side of the car.
Ckat grabbed his hat off his head and placed it on her own. He went in for the invited kiss but was stopped by Ckat's waiting hand.
"Let's save it for up in my boss' office," she said, coolly.
"Very well,"
Inside the President's office, they were greeted by the Pres. herself, who was rather surprised to see the two of them getting along so well.
"Morning peoples!" Ckat yelled as the both of them walked into the room.
"Did you two enjoy yourselves last night?" the woman asked, looking at the two with surprise written all over her face.
"Very much so," Arucard said before finally claiming Ckat's mouth with his own.
"You two really did get along well," the woman said, gasping at the sight.
"What would make you think that we didn't?" Ckat asked, feigning innocence.
"Andrinicus and Miya both already reported to me that they heard the sounds of a fight coming from inside of your apartment."
"Well, they did let him in when I was bathing, you know how I hate having my bathes interrupted."
"Well, I'm glad to see that everything went well with you. I'd hate to think about what would have happened if you had been bitten without being turned."
"What sort of mission do you have for us, ma'am?" Ckat asked, trying not to let her nervousness be seen by anyone.
"Oh, I think you'll like this one," the woman president said with a grin on her face, while handing Ckat a folder. "It's your old friends again."
Ckat took the folder from the older woman and looked over the information with a smirk on her lips.
"Payback's gonna be a bitch!" Ckat announced, wearing a grin that would put even the Mad Hatter to shame.
"Now, I want the two of you rested and fed before you haul out. And don't be careless with your food!" She finished before Ckat could drag Arucard out of the room.
"Well, dear" she said as her husband as he walked into the room through a different door, "I hope that she doesn't think that she fooled me."
"How so?" the man asked.
"She didn't let him turn her. Hard as she tries to fool me but I'm not some ill informed human like the rest of this government. I have relatives that are shifters as well."
"Need I remind you that she isn't a normal shifter, she's genuine Neko."
"Yes, we've got a true daemon on our payroll," The president chuckled to herself.
"If you don't mind, I just remembered I'm supposed to meet an old friend for lunch shortly."
"But it's only eight-thirty," his wife and leader protested.
"We have a great deal of catching up to do," he stated before beating his retreat.
Outside the office he ran into one of the newer secretaries.
"Oh, sir, I didn't see you there," she said softly.
"It's alright, I didn't see you either. Could you be a dear and get me a phone and quickly, please?"
"Oh, yes sir," she said before disappearing in search of a phone.
She came back a short time later caring a cordless.
"Will you be needing anything else?"
"No, not right now. I'll find you if I do," he said before she was gone. He then dialed in a number. "Hello? It's me. We may have a problem..."
What sort of problem could he be talking about? And to whom for that matter? We're all just going to wait for the next up loading of Hell's Light. Until then, this is your lovely cat-girl author saying good night and good hunting!
Ckat picked herself up from her bed-mat. It was almost 6:00am. IT was obvious that she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight with a stranger in her territory. She walked into her living room and found that her guest wasn't sitting on her couch any more. She soon followed his scent trail to the private room that she kept closed off from the rest of the world.
"You!" she yelled, pointing her gun at his head.
"What about me?"
"Do you realize what you've done?!"
"What?"
"This place is sacred to me, only members of my family can enter here. And since I have no other family, I'm the one allowed in this room."
"On the subject of family, who might this be?" he asked, holding up a picture of a man with a black ribbon tied at the top.
"That was my uncle Kiygi. He passed away about four years ago, not that it's any of your business."
"He was a priest?" he asked putting the picture back in its place.
"Yes, and again, not that it's any of your business."
"Touchy one in the morning, aren't we?"
Bang!
Arucard was, temporarily, missing an ear.
"Touché," he mumbled to himself.
"Now, you want to ask any other questions that really aren't any of your damn business?"
"At the moment, no."
"This is just going to be loads of fun, isn't it?"
Arucard simply smirked at her. She promptly pushed him out of the room and trudged off to the living room. When Arucard arrived in the room with her, he found that she was putting on that odd coat she had.
"So, where are we going?"
"To let my boss know that you arrived in one piece."
"Why wouldn't I have?" he asked, that smirk having returned once again.
"Figure of speech."
"Shall I take you to him?"
"First off, I work for a she, and two, are you looking to have your balls shot off?"
"Not particularly, I'm rather attached to them, or the other way around."
"Why me?"
"Good question."
Ckat marched out of the apartment and down to the parking garage. Once there, she found Arucard waiting for her.
"Dare I ask which one is yours?"
She points at a convertible that was a similar color to her hair.
"You're a piece of work," he chuckled, opening the door.
He heard the sound of a gun cocking behind him and turned around. He was greeted by the sight of Ckat's gun trained on his head.
"Stinking, heathen Brit! No one drives my car except for me, got it?"
He looked at the seat he had been about to get into and found that it was behind the steering wheel.
"I'd heard that you Americans were backwards, but this is a little ridiculous."
"Kiss my ass, undead boy!"
"Big words from a mortal creature."
"Just get in the passenger seat and shut-up!" she snapped, sitting down in the driver's seat and starting the car.
"What did you mean when you said that I was a piece of work?" she asked a while later.
"Somehow, your hair-color matches the color of your car."
Ckat burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"The color is Andy's doing! He surprised me with the car for my birthday! He even special mixed the paint! Poor idiot doesn't even realize that this isn't even my natural color!" she shrieked between fits of laugher.
They heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching.
"Speak of the devil," Ckat mumbled to herself, not bothering to look over next to her.
"Hey, Ckat!" the man yelled from under helmet.
"You heaven hated son-of-a-bitch! You're the one who let the blood-sucker into my apartment, aren't you?"
"So what if I am?"
"The bitch almost shot me twice already!" Arucard yelled across Ckat's body.
"Oh, you probably shouldn't go sneaking up on her, she's a little on the jumpy side!"
"Why you bastard!!"
Arucard reached over Ckat's body and aimed at the biker. Ckat raised her own arm up, grabbing the offending limb and braking it in two.
"Holy shit! What the hell did you do think your doing?"
"You shouldn't distract the driver!" Ckat snapped.
"Damn bitch!" Arucard snapped, dumbstruck by the fact that she had actually done that.
"Sorry dude!" Andy said, "Gotta jet!" he yelled before zipping off through the cars ahead.
"Damn bastard!" Arucard mumbled, fixing his arm.
"You have no idea!" Ckat laughed, tossing her head back.
They got out of the car in the oddly empty White House parking garage.
"I just had an idea! Why don't we go in there like we're getting along, you know, like you turned me last night."
"I like the way you think," he said, crossing over to her side of the car.
Ckat grabbed his hat off his head and placed it on her own. He went in for the invited kiss but was stopped by Ckat's waiting hand.
"Let's save it for up in my boss' office," she said, coolly.
"Very well,"
Inside the President's office, they were greeted by the Pres. herself, who was rather surprised to see the two of them getting along so well.
"Morning peoples!" Ckat yelled as the both of them walked into the room.
"Did you two enjoy yourselves last night?" the woman asked, looking at the two with surprise written all over her face.
"Very much so," Arucard said before finally claiming Ckat's mouth with his own.
"You two really did get along well," the woman said, gasping at the sight.
"What would make you think that we didn't?" Ckat asked, feigning innocence.
"Andrinicus and Miya both already reported to me that they heard the sounds of a fight coming from inside of your apartment."
"Well, they did let him in when I was bathing, you know how I hate having my bathes interrupted."
"Well, I'm glad to see that everything went well with you. I'd hate to think about what would have happened if you had been bitten without being turned."
"What sort of mission do you have for us, ma'am?" Ckat asked, trying not to let her nervousness be seen by anyone.
"Oh, I think you'll like this one," the woman president said with a grin on her face, while handing Ckat a folder. "It's your old friends again."
Ckat took the folder from the older woman and looked over the information with a smirk on her lips.
"Payback's gonna be a bitch!" Ckat announced, wearing a grin that would put even the Mad Hatter to shame.
"Now, I want the two of you rested and fed before you haul out. And don't be careless with your food!" She finished before Ckat could drag Arucard out of the room.
"Well, dear" she said as her husband as he walked into the room through a different door, "I hope that she doesn't think that she fooled me."
"How so?" the man asked.
"She didn't let him turn her. Hard as she tries to fool me but I'm not some ill informed human like the rest of this government. I have relatives that are shifters as well."
"Need I remind you that she isn't a normal shifter, she's genuine Neko."
"Yes, we've got a true daemon on our payroll," The president chuckled to herself.
"If you don't mind, I just remembered I'm supposed to meet an old friend for lunch shortly."
"But it's only eight-thirty," his wife and leader protested.
"We have a great deal of catching up to do," he stated before beating his retreat.
Outside the office he ran into one of the newer secretaries.
"Oh, sir, I didn't see you there," she said softly.
"It's alright, I didn't see you either. Could you be a dear and get me a phone and quickly, please?"
"Oh, yes sir," she said before disappearing in search of a phone.
She came back a short time later caring a cordless.
"Will you be needing anything else?"
"No, not right now. I'll find you if I do," he said before she was gone. He then dialed in a number. "Hello? It's me. We may have a problem..."
What sort of problem could he be talking about? And to whom for that matter? We're all just going to wait for the next up loading of Hell's Light. Until then, this is your lovely cat-girl author saying good night and good hunting!