AD 2008 New Orleans

I entered my apartment, where I received no welcome. Being who I am, it's best not to get close to anyone. My father had a tendency to destroy those close to me; he enjoys taking them away from me, like he did to my brother, his son.

Flashback

"Children are the very thing we live for, aren't they?" Stryker asked. "They bring us joy. Sometimes they bring us pain."

Urian frowned even more as his father played with the leather laces holding Urian's blond braid.

"Of course, you'll never understand the pain I mean, Wulf. Your son won't live long enough to betray you."

Before anyone could move, Stryker slashed Urian's throat with his hand that wasn't human anymore. It was in the shape of a dragon's claw.

He shoved Urian away from him. Urian fell to the floor gasping, holding his hands against his neck to staunch the blood flow while his father faced the Dark Hunters…

(Taken from Kiss of the Night)

End flashback

"Oh Urian," I cried as I sank to the floor inside my apartment. "I need you now, brother." I moaned.

No matter how hard I cry, he won't appear to comfort me. He's gone, and that is all thanks to 'dear old dad.'

I wiped my tears and rose, walking to the kitchen. I opened my refrigerator where there were some bags of blood.

Even though I am half Fey, I am half Daimon, and that means that I have unfortunately acquired some tastes and traits from my father. That includes his taste for blood, which is more of a never-ending thirst for me. I normally drink human blood, which I receive from blood banks, which is to support my 'disease;' however, there are times where I drink Daimon blood, which sustains me longer.

I pulled out a bag of blood, sank my teeth into it, and moaned as nourishment flowed down my throat.

After I finished, I took a shower and dressed, ready to hunt. To piss off Stryker, I hunt his Daimons, doing my part to bring down the numbers. It's easy, since they are afraid to harm me; they don't want to face Stryker's wrath.

I am dressed in a skirt with slits to my thighs, a mid-driff top with flowing sleeves, all in black. I am also wearing ankle-length boots, also black. My outfit reveals a double bow and arrow tattoo, an exact replica of the one I saw on my savior over fourteen years ago. Another tattoo is on my lower back, of an angel with my face. She has one black wing and one white, to represent who I am: Daimon and Fey.

I fingered the one necklace I had on, with a gold locket hanging. I know that the other half is out there, with him. Acheron Parthenopaeus.

"We will meet again, Ash."

I placed a dagger in my boot, and had a pair of sais strapped to one side of my waist. I also had a handgun on the other side of my waist, and a shotgun on my back. Guns are fun, but I prefer to get up close and personal against the Daimons, especially when I am hungry.

As soon as I am ready, I walked towards the door to my apartment. My body quivered in anticipation, as it always does when I go hunt.

"Time to hunt once again," I said to myself as I walked out the door.

I found myself at Sanctuary, a club that houses humans and non humans. According to my research, Dark Hunters, Were Hunters, and more frequently inhabit this club, so I should fit right in here. I walk towards a bar where I spot one of the bears of the Peltier clan (A/N: The Peltiers are a bunch of bears that own Sanctuary. They respect you as long as you follow the rules. Otherwise, there is hell to pay.)

"And how can I help you, babe?" He gazed upon me as I sat at one of the bar stools.

"Which one are you?" I ask. He is one of the quadruplets of the clan.

"I am called Cherif. And you are?"

"Alex. Anyways, I am on a search for someone. I was wondering if you could help." I watched as his eyes grew suspicious of me.

"That depends, who are you looking for?"

I glared at him. I am looking for a Dark Hunter, bearswain.

His eyes widened as soon as he heard my words in his head, especially using the term for a bear Were Hunter. I watched as he turned his gaze to the back of the bar, signaling for someone else to come out.

'Looks like I hit the jackpot,' I say to myself as a woman came out. She was a blonde looking to be in her early twenties, wearing a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt.

"What's wrong, Cherif?" I knew that she was aware of what's going on. 'They think that I am an ordinary human. That is a mistake they won't make again.'

"I know who you all are, bearswan," I said to the female, "And I know you can help me. If not, I will just find my answers elsewhere."

She nodded. "Very well. Come with me." I got up and followed her out the back of the bar. We reached a house that was located behind Sanctuary.

"Peltier House, am I right?"

"Yes. By the way, my name is Aimee."

"I am Alex."

"I will tell you what I know if you tell me why you are looking for a Dark Hunter."

I nodded. "Fine."

She led me to the door of Peltier House, where another of the quads was standing guard.

"Move Remi."

He snorted. "She has no access here." He glared at me.

"I am just here to talk to your sister. Then I will be happily on my way."

He continued glaring at me, and then stepped aside. I followed Aimee to her room. As soon as she shut the door, I placed a barrier on it.

"Why did you do that?"

"So we won't get disturbed. I don't plan on telling everyone my story." I said as I sat down on a chair.

She sat down as well, waiting for me to start.

"Well, I just wanted to say that I know all about you because I was forced to learn. Because of my past, I mean."

"Your aura is strange," she said. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized it. "You are Daimon!" With that, she jumped away from me, ready to attack.

"Wait!" I cried, standing up. "I am only half, and I don't follow the Daimons. My mother was Fey. I am the last of an ancient race. I am not a monster like those bastards are."

I sent my memories into her mind, explaining my story. She calmed down a little, after my past was revealed to her. "Ok, I understand. However, I have to ask you to leave. If anyone finds out what you are, they won't hesitate to hurt you."

I nodded. "I just want to find that Dark Hunter who saved me. I have some information vital to him concerning the Daimons."

"The Dark Hunter who saved you long ago is called Acheron. He comes and goes from here. We never know where he is. He just appears and never stays for long."

"Ok, I thank you Aimee." With that, she led me out of the house. With a final wave, I walked into the night.

(Acheron's POV)

Another night of killing Daimons. After several millennia, one would think that I would get a rest. But no, the damn gods up above try to spice up the lives down here because they're bored.

'Assholes.' I was currently wearing black baggy pants, a black sweater, and a long leather trench coat.

I am currently walking around the streets, Sanctuary in the distance. I see one of the Peltiers, Aimee, waving to a woman walking into the darkness.

'Something is not right about her. She seems familiar.' I walk towards Aimee.

"Acheron, I was just thinking of you." She said as she turned my way.

"Why?"

"That woman that just left was asking about you. She said she knew you from when she was a little girl."

"What else did she say?"

Aimee sent memories into my head. I found myself back to about many years ago, when I saved that little girl from Stryker. 'Alexandra.'

"Alexandra. That was her. I have not seen her since I placed her into that orphanage." I started walking off.

"Be careful, Dark Hunter. She is half Daimon. Stryker is still searching for her."

I walked off into the night after Alexandra.