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Hidden In Snow	By : SerpentsChild Category: A through F > Dark Hunter Views: 1869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marti- I am too, so I’m hoping I don’t butcher it too horribly. Thank you for Reviewing ^^
yusukekuramasgirl - I’m glad I caught your attention ^^. And I hope I keep it through the story. It might be slow going, and the gods know my grammar skills really suck, but I’ll do my best to keep you interested ^^
Chapter Two
Zarek’s body woke him when the sun had set, but he didn’t bother to move out of bed. For the first time since being banished to this god-forsaken place he was comfortable and warm. The only thing that threatened to pull him from his comfort was the smells wafting up from the kitchen. He tried to ignore it, he didn’t feel like facing his new squire right now.
But as his stomach protested he stood pulling on a pair of his leather pants. For a moment he mused on the fact that most dark hunters preferred leather. Only a select few didn’t, must be something else that the bitch goddess adds to increase her own pleasure of the men who served her.
He scowled as his stomach growled once more and finally he moved downstairs his bare feet making no noise on the floor. Zarek stood on the threshold to the kitchen breathing in the scent of bacon and eggs. But that wasn’t the only smell that reached his senses. Fresh fruit, French toast and coffee mingled with the other scents.
He was scanning the kitchen for her, only finding the freshly made items on the table with a plate beside them and a clean mug for coffee. For a moment he was unsure, wondering if this is how this squire planned to kill him. He glared at the food, and continued to do so until movement at the other side of the room made him move his gaze.
Isis was walking out of a door that seemed to lead to the basement, she was holding a basket of clothes against her hip and trying to get the door to close. But it seemed it was being stubborn and was refusing to close without more force then she was able to give it at the time.
He watched amused by her until she bent over to put the basket down. And her denim clad ass was all he saw for a moment. He smirked and waited for the perfect time to scare her. She had just started to rise back up when he slammed the door shut from behind her. The squeak that escaped her throat made him chuckle darkly.
She whirled around the annoyance obvious in her gaze, but it just wasn’t annoyance at him but at herself,
“Must you insist on being an ass?” she asked picking up the basket again and glancing at the untouched breakfast, “Are you going to eat or is all that going to waste?” she seemed annoyed even more by that idea and Zarek crossed his arms. She stared at him and he felt himself unnerved by her gaze.
“I did not poison your food Zarek. I would not be doing laundry if I was trying to kill you. And I would have done it earlier when I was gathering your clothes from last night. And no I didn’t wash your pants. I’m smarter then that.” she snapped and he almost felt bad for suspecting her…almost.
He grumbled out a random answer under his breath before sitting at the table and piling his plate with food. She disappeared with the basket and he barely noticed when she returned, jumping when she poured coffee into his mug. She smirked at him and he glared at the smugness that showed on her face.
“I really don’t like you.” he said suddenly before he bit viciously into a piece of bacon. She rolled her eyes at him and placed the back of her hand against her forehead.
“Oh no! You don’t like me. I’m so devastated.” she snorted at him and put her hands on her hips, “You misunderstand the intentions here dark hunter. You think I’m here because I need you to like me? I am here because Ash has insisted that you be given a squire like a proper dark hunter. So let me clarify for you. I’m not your friend, not your girlfriend. I’m your squire. It’s my job to keep your happy psycho-ass from fucking up. You don’t have to like me and I don’t have to like you.” she turned on her heel heading out of the room once more leaving Zarek staring after her.
Part of what she said reminded him of what he had said to Nick in New Orleans when he’d picked up the ‘psycho-bastard’ from Mike. He shook his head returning his attention to his breakfast as she once again returned, but with someone in tow.
Zarek recognized the woman as someone who worked in town, he’d seen her occasionally when he’d gone in for supplies. She was horribly shy when Zarek was around, which had amused him to no end. She had been chattering happily with a smiling Isis before spotting Zarek. Instantly all chatter stopped and her bright blue eyes widened.
Isis glanced back and found the cause of her distress. The shirtless hunter was indeed a sight, but she slowly drew the younger girls attention away and Zarek smirked.
“Don’t mind him. You can put the bags here.” she said capturing the blushing girls attention and Zarek realized then that she was carrying a few bags full of groceries. When she still didn’t move he watched Isis roll her eyes and take the bags from her, startling her.
“Umm it’s nice to see you… Zarek.” the girl said awkwardly and he inclined his head to her before returning to his breakfast finding amusement in Isis’ look of confusion. But the squire wisely didn’t ask and offered some food to the girl before she beat a hasty retreat. When Isis returned to the kitchen she seemed angry about something, but Zarek couldn’t imagine why she would be angry at all.
She began to clear dishes that were empty placing them carefully into the sink while the began to run water. He watched this with interest. Every movement was laced with anger and yet she seemed calm on the surface.
“You realize there is a dish washer…right?” he asked as she began to hand wash the dishes. She paused in what she was doing and just stood there as if thinking. But he could see the subtle shifts that said she was close to tossing a plate at his head. And that was really confusing. He hadn’t done anything… today…yet. He shot from his seat when a plate crashed to the floor but from the way she cursed, she hadn’t meant to do that. He relaxed ever so slightly and watched her crouch to pick up the broken pieces.
And he stayed were he was until she hissed in pain and spoke rapidly in a language he vaguely recognized. He moved towards her as she stood finger dripping blood from what appeared to be a shallow wound. She instantly stuck the appendage into her mouth drawing the blood there instead of on the pristine white tile floors. He shook his head
“First aid kit is…?” she pointed with her good hand to a cabinet above the sink, which when hoped held a small pharmacy. Pills of all kinds were contained in the fake wood, as well as several first aid kits. He pulled out the smallest and sat down back at the table pointing to the seat across from him. She rolled her eyes and took the kit from him while popping her finger from her mouth. It was still bleeding back not as bad.
“No offense but I’m probably more capable of wrapping this up then you are.” she said, any hint of anger gone except maybe some for herself. He snorted,
“Listen here sweetheart, I’ve done this for years on my own I can handle a finger.” she blinked in confusion as he yanked back the kit, a blush forming over her cheeks. It was his turn to be angry now, reminding him again that after all this time he had a squire and he didn’t trust her one bit.
He worked quickly cleaning, and wrapping the cut. It wasn’t that bad, but he’d rather be safe then sorry. When he closed up the kit he stopped short.
“I’m sorry Zarek.” he glanced at her, as she sat with her head down, both hands now cradled in her lap. She had to be one of the first people to ever apologize to him. For something that wasn’t her fault even. Yeah this one was going to confuse the hell out of him.
He didn’t respond to her apology but did take over with the dishes. Finishing them in record time, he turned to find her gone. He hadn’t even heard her leave. Some kind of dark hunter he was. He snorted again and decided it was time to get dressed and head out. Not that there was really anything for him to do. Only occasionally did you find daimons out around here. No, this trip was just because he couldn’t stand to be in the same house as her.
But it wasn’t just her. Being in the same house with any living person… irked him a bit. He was used to living alone and now with someone around, all the things he’d gotten used to doing were being done for him. And while that wasn’t horrible, he knew it wouldn’t last. Artemis would change her mind and he’d be left out again. Zarek searched for his boots growling when he realized they were back by the door.
Once more he moved through the house and turned the corner into the main hall that led to the door. Isis stood at the door, dressed in full Alaska gear. She had just pulled on her own boots and was sliding twin blades into the sides, her blue jeans the only thing between the sharp metal and her skin. A moment later she was gone door snapping close behind her.
Moments later Zarek was following her. It was odd living in this close to the town, the lights were bright here. One movement and his sensitive eyes were shielded and his ear buds were buried deeply in his ears. The mp3 player tucked deep within layers of cloth, with the hope that it wouldn’t freeze before the night was over.
He kept a distance from her watching her march across the snow slipping occasionally on hidden ice. But never once did she slow in her stride. He slipped his hands into his pockets, following her until she went into a crowded diner and bar pushing her way through the people to a dark booth in the back. Satisfied he walked off needing more then ever something to kill.
One. One measly little bastard daimon that had stupidly thought Zarek was gone. He’d offered little entertainment and passed nearly no time. So he headed back the way he’d came navigating the streets without any real purpose. His thoughts were elsewhere, mostly on his new situation. Could a squire really be forced on a dark hunter? He didn’t think so, so why had he agreed? That answer like all the others he’d asked since he was young, went unanswered. His fingers were beginning to numb and his ears burned fiercely. What he needed, he decided was food and some warmth.
His feet finally led him back to the bar he’d watched Isis disappear into and after a moments pondering he walked in. A few of the patrons close by went silent staring in wide eyed shock at him. Some knew him, others didn’t. Either way he didn’t care. He glared a man away from a bar seat and took it settling himself with his arms on the bar top.

He supposed he could understand the confusion in the people around him. He only came into town to get what he needed normally. He didn’t sit at the bar and order food. Which he did as the tender made her way towards him. She smiled at him in a flirty way, and he only smirked at her. It scared her enough that she skittered off to fill his order.
When she was gone, and his amusement buried, he began a search wondering if Isis was still in that dark little corner. And not surprisingly she was, but what surprised him was the male sitting across from her. He was smiling and laughing at something she said, while she chuckled across from him a clear glass in her hand nearly empty. But what really bothered him was the Adonis like looks. Daimon.
He growled causing the man beside him to fall off his bar stool and move backwards knocking people over as he went. Isis and the man looked up from their conversation. The man’s eyes narrowed and he stood excusing himself from Isis with a charming smiling. She jumped up to follow him and Zarek heard her ask him if he would walk her home. He glanced at her then at Zarek before smirking and nodding. The moment they were out the door Zarek was following claws ready to tear into some more daimon flesh.
He watched the man lead Isis down a side road which had her giggling and telling him that this wasn’t the way to her house. They disappeared and Zarek cursed jogging around the corner only to be popped in the face by the lurking daimon. He staggered back and bared his teeth at the bastard who’d hit him. Isis was being held by another and though she looked like she was panicking her face was neutral.
He couldn’t believe it. She’d known the bastard for what he was to begin with. She was playing the damsel in distress for their benefit. How wonderful. His fingers flexed really wanting nothing more to sink his claws into this daimon and listen to him scream. And so with a practiced ease, he did just that. Enjoying each grunt of pain and connection of flesh on flesh. Music to his ears. Which scarily enough reminded him to charge his mp3 player when he got back to the house.
It was funny how this Dark-Hunter’s mind worked. He had just sank his claws into the daimon and watched it explode when the other did as well. Isis had sank both of the daggers into the daimon. It’s look of surprise had seemed to amuse Isis greatly. She was smiling widely but it faded just as quick as it had appeared.
“Zarek! Watch out!” she called in just enough time for him to pitch himself forward. But he didn’t escape the slicing movement and the accompanying deep gash that cut across his back. To say that he was in pain, was the understatement of the year. Coupled with the vicious slice, was the bitter cold that was suddenly assaulting the wound. It was a hell of a blow to get through all those layers of clothes. Zarek rolled to his feet, in front of Isis watching the man who walked from around the corner with Zarek’s blood on his blade.
Zarek felt a tug at the back of his mind, something about this new coming bringing back something that was locked away. Isis tried to move around him but he lifted his arm blocking her.
“Time to die Zarek.” He heard Isis’ cursing so close to his ear and he shifted his gaze slightly so he could just see her. She looked panicked and she seemed to be trying to tug something from her pocket. But it slipped from her fingers into the snow. He saw he kneel for the cell phone her hood falling over her head obscuring most of her face. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.
He was under attack and bleeding way too much for his liking. Then it hit him who this was and he growled. Thanatos. So the bitch was trying to kill him after all. Then why… he looked at the girl kneeling on the ground typing in a number as fast as her fingers could. She put it to her ear and cursed as apparently she didn’t get the response she’d hoped for. Did she not know about this? Or was she that good of an actress? Either way he didn’t care.
He pushed himself at Thanatos ignoring Isis’ call of no. The smirk on Thanatos face only made Zarek hate him more. He happily dug his claws into the mans shoulder jumping back when he slashed back in retaliation. This one caught his cheek and he hissed in pain. Man this guy was pissing him off faster then he could kill him. And Zarek hated that more then anything else that had happened in the last couple of days.
He was prepared to attack again when Isis was between them. Thanatos stopped in this movements smirking.
“Look at this Zarek. Your woman’s protecting you. How sweet.” he sneered though it faltered when Isis pushed her hood away and glared.
“I am not his woman. You lay one more hand on him and I will call for my master.” she threatened, but he only snorted.
“I have my orders and you and your master aren’t going to stop me. Now go play housewife.” he stepped towards her and backhanded her into the snow. Zarek actually winced at the sound of the backhand and the snapping that surely meant he’d broken one of her bones. “I’d hate to kill you too. I’m just after this scum.” his attention faded back to Zarek who, by this time was seeing spots in his vision.
Too much blood. Losing way too much. He flexed his fingers once more barely prepared for the punch that sent him rolling over the snow again. He didn’t get up as quickly this time.
“I can’t stand hunting you little bastards down. You’re supposed to be tucked away at your cabin where I could have found and killed you easily. But no. Your hiding like some woman..” Thanatos staggered back when Zarek’s foot connected with his chin.
“I don’t see anyone hiding.” Zarek growled glancing at the unmoving Isis. Prepared for along fight. This one wasn’t as easy as the daimons.
He rolled away as Thanatos attacked again, for now on the defensive. But he could keep it up forever. Even he had his limits. He was on one knee eyes narrowed at Thanatos watching the smirking bastard move closer.
“I believe I get my revenge.” he said causing Zarek to wonder what the hell he was talking about. But it was short lived as the man suddenly crumpled to the ground. Isis had something in her hand, but Zarek didn’t get a good look at it before she dropped it and moved to him.
Her face was already swelling slightly but she didn’t seem to be worried about that. She crouched pulling Zarek’s arm around her shoulders. Thanatos was already beginning to stand, but he was distracted when people began to poor from the bar. He glared at Isis who returned it. He’d retreat for now. Artemis hadn’t told him that she would be there. Isis wasted no time in helping Zarek to his feet and under the scrutiny of the town’s people moved him back down the street back home.

Ok… so… yeah I have nothing to say about that whole Thanatos scene. It was bad… really bad actually. But eh whatever. The point it that I wrote it because I still wanted him in this story. But it’s going to happen a little differently of course. And the who she was here thing will be explained later. And the master this and that thing. It’ll just take me time to get there. And you’ll wait… hopefully? Yes? T_T please? So review. Tell me what you think. It’s slow. I know and Zarek is far out there character wise. I’m doing the best I can. Review and all that Jazz.
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