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Light in the Darkness	By : Kaie Category: A through F > Dark Hunter Views: 1484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the Dark Hunter characters or the story line created by their author; 2nd main character, Hector, is based loosly off Castlevania Curse of Darkness and is not owned; Marilla is the only character I own. This is not for profit

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Here is the first chapter... I hope you all enjoy.. there will be more to come!
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She stood out watching the New Orleans night life bustling with the activities of the season. It was one week until Halloween and the streets were decorated with ghouls and ghosts to signify the upcoming holiday. Halloween always brought out the eerie feeling of the city, and all the creeps that resided within her boundaries as well.
The daimons would be out in full force, although they already had been. More so than usual. She had been living in the south for close to 80 years, however only ten years ago had she decided to move to the fine city of New Orleans. In reality she was asked by Acheron to relocate due to the increase in activity. It seemed as though as each year passed the numbers of daimons increased. However this year was almost too much. Marilla always enjoyed a good fight though, so it wasn’t particularly bothersome, but losing a fellow Dark Hunter to an unknown assailant was concerning. She had to call in the big guy for some back up.
“Scouring the rooftops I see.” She heard him say as he approached from behind. She had already felt him land in town and knew he was tracking her since sunset. It never took Acheron long to find her. Although they always enjoyed playing their little game of cat and mouse. She liked to shield her trail from him and have him find her the old fashioned way, kind of irritated him, but kept him on his toes and her entertainment level high. So now she let him pursue her until she was tired of leading him.
He wasn’t alone though. Marilla knew that energy signature anywhere. Acheron had brought Hector. It had been close to 300 years since she returned his soul to him, and about a close to 100 more since she had returned to the mortal world. Hector had taken her place, as she regained her strength, as a guardian of the Dark Hunters and acted out on Acheron’s behalf when needed.
Acheron had been bringing him more and more to his tours of the city when she called. His help was more than needed, but being around him was almost more than she could bare. After being in love with the man for close to 2800 years, selling her body for his soul for 100 years to the God of the Underworld, and almost dying to return it to him… she thought it would be easy to confess her feelings at long last. However the shame of her servitude to Hades was enough to keep her feelings continuously hidden from him.
Thankfully Acheron hadn’t interfered, but she didn’t anticipate that to be for much longer. He was never a man to get involved in other’s affairs, but with the constant return to New Orleans, and the need for Hector’s help, Marilla was bound to find it difficult to concentrate and perform at a productive level. If that happened, Acheron would involve himself… in the most embarrassing way possible.
Slowly she turned to regard both of them.
“Nice hair Ash.” normally his hair color wasn’t that shocking, but the bright florescent pink locks he sported were very out of the norm. A 6’8 man all done up in leather pants, a leather duster, combat boots, and a black skull shirt, with bright pink hair was hardly intimidating, but then again, this was Ash… intimidation was his middle name.
“Thought it might be fun for Halloween… and good ol’ Artie hates pink. Just got done spending a week with her like this and she actually kicked me out when she couldn‘t change it. Figure I‘ll keep it for a while in case I have to go barter anytime soon.” Slowly he walked past her to gaze out onto the streets below, his bright pink hair and leather duster whipping in the wind. Of course he would pick something that would irritate her. For a long while Ash was alone in his disdain for the spoiled goddess. However now with first herself and then Hector, he had companions in his hatred for her. Fortunately for him, both Hector and herself were strong enough to contend with their once leader, and she hated it.
“Maybe I‘ll dye my hair pink and she‘ll leave me the hell alone for once. How on earth did she not punish you for this one though? And how did she not make you change it?“ She let Ash pass her and met Hector’s gaze. A small smile came to his face when her eyes met his and he glided to stand before her.
She barely heard Ash say that Hector had charmed his hair, making it impossible for Artemis to tamper with it. And that he “lost” a bet with Hector and couldn’t change it back until Hector decided. No sense in killing a man over his hair color. Sometimes she was amazed over the fact both men were still living. They lived to irritate Artemis, and with the two of them teamed up it wasn’t a hard job.
Now here Hector stood. She almost couldn’t breathe with him this close, and already she knew the next few days would be taxing. He smelled like winter… like that first snow as it settles over the land. To most it was chilling and frightful, but to her it was calm and soothing, like a cool wind on a 100 degree day. The sight of him alone commanded awe and as she took her time gazing upon him. He wore black combat boots that stopped just below the knee. His black leather pants hugged every muscle of his finely toned legs and gave no illusion to his masculinity. The black muscle shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin and it took every ounce of energy to tear her eyes from his chest to continue her visual escapade. His arms were sheathed in a black leather jacket that stopped at his waist and also showed every muscle in those powerful arms. Acheron brought him full speed ahead into the 21^st century and he looked damn good. When she finally trailed her gaze up his smooth pale throat to his strong jaw and then just above, his full pale pink lips then further still to that perfectly straight nose, high check bones and at long last the ice blue eyes that were as clear as any winter day where the sun glitters on pristine white snow she gasped at his strength and beauty she hadn‘t been privileged to see like this in close to 400 years. It felt like an eternity since she last gazed upon him like this, and she could feel her heart breaking all over again. She closed her eyes to the feeling of his energy surrounding her, basking in the feel of it against her warm skin, and let a silent tear slip from her eyes at the memories of times that were long gone. Times were so very complicated now.
He was inches away from her soft skin as he watched her deep blue eyes close to the feeling of his energy encase her. He had witnessed this look on her face numerous times over the centuries, and each time he saw it the same feelings were always evoked. Hector wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and kiss away the years of pain and sorrow she had suffered. To show her the love he had forsaken any woman in his quest for vengeance. The love he held in his heart and soul that was only for her, and had he not been so stupid and foolish she would know she had it. He longed to repent his sin of turning her away, to beg her forgiveness for his words when she warned him.
However now was not the time, and he knew that. Even though he could feel her pain, and wanted desperately to wipe away her fears and her inner turmoil, he must bide his time. His heart ached as he watched that one tear escape her eyes. His hand itched to remove it from her untainted skin, but drawing attention to it would fracture her. For the moment he could give her the comfort of his silence and allow her to her feelings in peace and solitude where she was safe.
It killed him to know how foolish he had been for all of those years. Hector had always known Marilla loved him, but he never acted on it, and she was too frightened to consider her feelings to be reciprocated. The woman could head into any battle fearless, but love… that terrified her. She lost love when Artemis stole her family, she lost love when he turned his back on her and bound herself to Hades for his soul… love was far more frightening than war. War could break a body… but love, that could break the spirit and hers was no where near being repaired after her centuries of torment and guilt.
Sure Athena loved her, but that was the love of a parent… not a lover. No, now was not the time. Marilla was not ready. She had much to come to terms with, and while he knew everything, she had no idea that the life force he stole from her as his soul reconnected bound them and shared her darkest secrets and her biggest fears. Yes, he would wait, but not for too long. He had wasted centuries, and he was a man who learned from his mistakes. While he was positive he did not deserve her, he was going to be selfish this once, and spend the rest of his immortal life she had blessed him with earning her love and giving her all of his. But that would wait…
“Its good to see you again Mari,” he whispered into the wind, the sound of his voice wrapping around her as he stood watching her soft blue gaze open to his own. She was flushed and breathless as he watched her, and he wanted nothing more than to trace her lips with his own and taste her.
“Hey you two… look alive,” Acheron’s voice carried and before she knew it, Hector had slipped past her, gliding his fingertips over her hand as he went. Shaking out of her reverie she followed suit and stood on the other side of her pink haired friend to gaze down at the city once more. The three of them stood there like silent sentinels watching in the darkness.
“Something’s coming…” Hector murmured, watching below.
“No, its already here.” Acheron stated, turning to walk away. Both Hector and Marilla followed suit, jumping from the top of the building after him to walk down an alley.
“What do you think it is,” Marilla asked, walking briskly beside Hector as Acheron took the lead.
“I don’t know, but spirit activity has increased. In fact we just annihilated a daimon coven in England. Somehow they have found a way to feed off of spirits. We’re not sure how, but the power source is incredible. Somehow they have found a way to harvest ghosts and other spirits instead of souls. We’re not sure what the person is doing to the spirits, but the energy lasts longer and is much more powerful.”
Acheron was never a man for many emotions, however the look on his face was concerning. He had not found an answer for his questions, and here we were in another hot spot for spirit activity and a new source of power for daimons.
“Do you think its possession? Perhaps the daimons lure humans into the area and the spirits possess them and then the daimons harvest the soul and spirit.”
Marilla watched both Hector and Acheron mull over her question. They passed the alley and into the traffic of the night life in the Quarter. Not too much activity, and what there was… she could feel a few of the Dark Hunter’s in the city out for the hunt.
“Even if it was possession,” Hector began, both him and Acheron stopping at a set of parked bikes, “They would still need a powerful sorcerer to entrance the humans and make their bodies a basic prison for the spirits about to inhabit them.”
Hector leaned on his bike, watching Marilla as she stood by waiting for Acheron’s directions. She looked amazing. The city lights made her skin glow, and her loose blond hair moved in the soft autumn breeze. To an average man she was ordinary, not paper thin women of the age, but a fully bodied, curvy woman. Hector however knew better. This woman was built for power. Her body solid and primed for war. The texture of her skin silk, but covered with scars of battle in years past. Oh yes, Hector knew this body and only felt sorry for the foolish mortal men who craved a weak bodied woman.
Acheron continued speaking instructions. Hector had ceased listening and watched as she stood calmly on the sidewalk, listening, but ever alert on her city. Her arms were crossed thoughtfully over her full breasts that were peeked slightly over the neck line of her long sleeved black sweater that covered her bottom and hugged her thighs perfectly. Her shapely legs were encased in black leggings and she wore knee high leather boots with silver “decorations” along the side. He smiled softly, knowing full well that the little jeweled silver pieces were the handles of her small throwing knives. An adapted warrior in this fine century, she would never change, and he loved that about her.
“Hector’s right. We have no idea who this sorcerer is or if there are more than just one. But we’ve lost two of our own and cant afford to continue losing our hunters. We will need to help the hunters in the next few evenings. Marilla I’ll need you to block the draining ability, Hector I’ll need a few spells to fortify Marilla’s energy that way she isn’t too drained. Tomorrow I’ll go out myself to inform Kyrian, Julian, and Talon of the meeting. We cant have them becoming targets. Not only that but they will know many of the psychics and other magical beings in the city who can become targets for our little sorcerer.”
Marilla and Hector listened intently as Acheron spout off orders.
“I’ll call a team in tomorrow to darken my training room, that’ll give us a safe place to train without fear of sunlight for the others. That way I don’t have to worry about protecting too my DH’s from sun.”
“Good thinking. All right. Lets get back, we still have half the night and we should probably see it through until morning getting a few messages sent out.”
“Get back where?” Marilla asked nervously. Acheron always did this. He had a standing invitation with both Kyrian and Talon, but he always liked staying with her. Not that she minded, but sometimes she would like to be asked. Mostly it was because Hector was in tow.
Knowingly he turned to face her with a grin, “To your house of course silly. Our bags have already been dropped and our rooms prepared. I put Simi in charge when we came out to see you. “
Of course he did. Goody… by now the little demoness had been through her closets and decided they needed to go shopping because her clothing wasn’t slutty enough. Marilla really loved Simi, but sometimes… she didn’t need the hassle.
Acheron climbed on his bike, his leather clad legs holding it upright as he started it. She of course had walked. Hector followed suit and as she turned to head back home she felt him call to her.
He needed no words, they never had, and knowingly she turned to regard him.
Hector sat on the midnight blue motorcycle. He held a helmet out to her and his eyes beckoned the question. Nodding, she approached him and took the helmet, putting it on and slid behind him. He put his own on and started the bike. As she leant forward, wrapping her arms around his muscled waist, resting her hands on his stomach, he pulled away from the curb and followed Acheron’s back to Marilla’s home.
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End of first chapter. Hope everyone enjoyed it!
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