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I Spy	By : gypsybaby21 Category: A through F > Dark Hunter Views: 1725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dark-Hunter series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Part Three:
Diary entry two continued,
So, here’s how the scene went down:
“Personally, I like bears better,” the gorgeous blond behind the counter with the ‘drop your knickers’ blue eyes responded.
I turned, startled at the smooth deep voice coming from in front of me, and then pondered the idea of a bear verses cat, curiously before responding, all the while, trying to ignore the rapid beating of my heart, and the fact that the little feathered beast had scared me to death. “Do bears eat rabid birds?”
The man raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side as he examined my face. “Rabid?”
I nodded. “That was like a horror movie, with the ruffling feathers and the rising, and all the loud squawking,” I pointed after the hawk. “Sweet Jesus, I’ll be surprised if I don’t have nightmares for a month. Haven’t you ever seen the movie Birds?” I paused. “Was he yours?” I asked as an after thought.
The blond god shook his head and bit his lip as if warding off a smile. “He doesn’t belong to anyone.”
I placed my hand over my heart, rubbing absently. “You better call pest control,” I supplied seriously.
He gave me an amused look. “You mean animal control?”
“Well, he seemed more like a pest than an animal. That thing strolled over to me and stared at me like I owed it an explanation for poking him. Just like a human in bird form if that was possible. It wasn’t my fault he looked stuffed!” I pounded my free hand on the counter for emphasis. “Dear Lord…” I trailed off, still trying to calm my fast beating heart.
“What are you doing here?” he asked as he leaned forward, putting his elbows on the bar.
Having someone size you up was always uncomfortable.
I raised an eyebrow, regarding the blond, “Do I not have a right to be here?”
He shrugged nonchalantly and reached down for a dishrag, wiping the top of the bar, “Just curious.”
“Well, if you must know I’m following the living dead.”
He paused in his task, tensing slightly. “Ah, what?”
As I’ve stated before the filter between my mouth and brain is faulty.
“Living dead, meaning they should be six feet under, but he’s alive, walking, and shooting people with these-these…things. There’s this guy here, he was born in the 1900’s and he’s like still alive and-um,” at this point I finally realized what the hell I was saying, it probably had something to do with how quite it got around me, and managed to suavely cover it up. “Never mind. I was just kidding,” I chuckled and twirled my hair around my finger. “Really, that’s not what I meant,” I added, then swiftly pulled out my newly changed drivers’ license that officially stated I was of legal age. “I just turned twenty-one. I heard this was a nice place.”
He gave her a startled look. “Nice?” He cleared his throat, clearly covering up a laugh, then licked his bottom lip, but not before shifting his eyes to the guy on the other side, not the guy with the spider web tattoo, who’d informed her it was a hawk that copped the ‘tude with her, but the one that hadn’t spoken yet. It was like he was asking permission.
Hmm, he must be the boss man, night off and all.
“Then let me get you a shot.”
I stupidly panicked of course, because I couldn’t respond like a normal person, which would be to easy. I suppose it was a reasonable response though, after all, the guy I was following did shoot people those times I’d seen him.
Shoot as in shot, killed, dead.
I gasped, my eyes widening with fear as I backed away, once again raising my hands to ward off unknown danger. “You’re gonna shoot me?”
His beautiful eyes widened in surprise. “What? No! I’m giving you a drink, on the house, okay?”
I instantly brightened giving him a huge smile. “Oh, thank you! That’s very nice,” Then after a moment, put my hand to my heart again, checking to make sure it was still beating after all the shock it had taken, and breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the thump. “I really thought you were gonna shoot me.”
“I could tell. So this a-living dead guy from the 1900, couldn’t he just be a look a like descendent?”
I snorted, a stray piece of hair fluttering at the breath that escaped. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because where’s the fun in that?” I realized what he did, what I did, and quickly tried to cover it up. “Not that I’m really here for that. It was a joke I tell ya.”
He smirked, turning his head to look at someone that was seated at the other end of the bar, that someone that I’d been following. “I see. I’m Kyle by the way.”
There he was. Kyle had looked at him as if he knew. Did he know the living dead guy? It was a perfect view of Mr. Jamie Gallagher, Irish Mobster. It was then the guy looked up, dead at me. If a heart could really leap into ones throat, then it happened in those two seconds, and I almost choked.
I cleared my throat and carefully looked back to Kyle. “Calliope.”
He gave what she assumed was his smooth, calming smile. “Figures.”
I frowned and cocked my head to the side. “What figures?”
“That you’d have a name like that,” he grinned deviously, clearly up to something.
“What’s wrong with my name?”
“Take this as a compliment,” he started, “-it’s beautiful and eccentric, like you,” he seemed to cautiously add the last part as he swiftly brought a miniature glass up and filled it with a yellow clear liquid, then placed a small white squared dish with two slices of lime and a pile of salt in front of me.
I raised an eyebrow, observing him suspiciously. “Are you hitting on me?”
This question actually made him laugh, I also noticed it caused a few smirks from the dark and sexy men beside me, I could even swear Gallagher had raised the corner of his mouth too. That was probably my imagination.
“Do you want me to hit on you?”
“I want you to—” I paused and glanced down at the contents he’d set in front me, “—to tell me what this is.”
He gave me a knowing smile and nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna do one with you. First, lick the junction of your thumb and pointer finger like this.”
“You’re a weird one, aren’tcha?” I managed as I watched the saliva from his tongue glistening above his thumb.
“You have most definitely been hiding under a rock your entire life,” he commented. “Now, just try it.”
Skeptically, I did.
“Okay, now sprinkle the salt over it,” he paused, letting me do that before continuing. “Now, what you do is very quickly, lick the salt, knock back the drink, and pop in the lime.”
I nodded, clearly, seeing I wasn’t going to be able to back down. I’d gotten myself into this mess, now I needed to prove this is what I was here for less they think I’m a nutcase and call the po po.
So I did what he said, the only problem is the drink that looked mostly like colored water was so strong it burned and my gag reflex started up. The guy beside me, the one that hadn’t spoken yet, moved so fast I didn’t see him, but I felt the lime that I hadn’t thought to grab before drinking, being pushed between my lips, the juice squeezing into my mouth cooling the burn.
When I had stopped coughing and could breathe again, I wiped the tears from my face, and then glanced up with accusing eyes. “You are trying to kill me.”
He looked on with surprise, a look that made him look boyishly innocent, and dangerous all at once. Like she had surprised a bear in his hibernation, and of course, everyone knows not to do that. “I said the lime-gees I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone almost throw it back up,” he stated with disbelief. “Fast moves Sav, saved me from cleaning it up.”
“You’ll always remember your first drink,” the man named Sav grinned heartily.
I turned, giving him a dull ‘do you think you’re funny’ stare while I made note that his hand was still cradling my lower back.
“I do think I’m rather hilarious.”
“I didn’t say that out loud,” I added absently, then slapped my hand on the bar, the white plate rattled from the force, and I gasped. “You read my mind! Stop that.”
Another quiet pause before Sav laughed and nodded. “You got me. You’re pretty quick to notice things normal people wouldn’t notice,” he stated. “And it’s not Sav, it’s Savitar.”
I nodded. “Well,” I snorted with laughter, “that’s a funny name.”
He lifted his beer, guzzled, and then nodded. “I suppose it is.”
I believe I’m going to stop there, because this is where the real stuff starts. I’ll leave it as a build up, if you will. Until tomorrow!
Calliope
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