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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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A/N: First off... soooooo sorry this took me so long. It was mostly done... but well... work pretty much drains me of... EVERYTHING. So i've been wanting to work on it, but my minds been fried. But here you go, the continuation of the story.

Zarek glanced at her, seeing her eyes again closed. It seemed she had gained control of the memory flow again. The scene around him shifted and soon he was standing beside an alter where Isis was knelt. The room was mostly dark with only two torches lighting it. The stone figure that sat in front of her showed the goddess Isis. Incense were burning in front of the statue and Isis was chanting softly.
“The night of my second gift. Among other things.” she knelt beside her other self and Zarek watched curiously. He was forced to look away when a bright light flashed through the room illuminating every inch. When Zarek looked back, a woman sat before Isis with the priestess head pulled into her lap.
Isis was describing a new vision of a boy beaten and scarred. He was alone in his strife though one man was trying to help him, but only seemed to make it worse. There were tears in her eyes as she described him and the abuse he had suffered.
Zarek stiffened slightly the description bearing a striking resemblance to his past. Isis didn’t notice the movement she was focused on the scene before her. A moment later the goddess looked up seeming uncomfortable with someone else who was walking in from the darkness.
“So you’re her pet hmmm?” Zarek’s eyes darted to the entranceway where Acheron stood arms crossed. The mans eyes narrowed and he moved forward causing Isis to lift her head from the goddess’ lap.
“You’ve spoken to her then?” he questioned ignoring the pet comment. The goddess nodded hands gently running through Isis’ hair.
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet. But I don’t think I’ll have much of a choice in the matter.” that didn’t seem to please the goddess, “So I will do what I can for her. And you will do the same.” Acheron didn’t respond, but there didn’t seem to be any need for it. The goddess nodded all the same and lifted her priestess’ head.
“I am going to bestow another gift on you. So that you may, do what you wish.” she glanced up at Acheron, “And to pay off this debt you feel you owe this…whatever.” Isis tilted her head slightly and glanced back at Acheron, “And your visions may help him more then they will your people. Even though I dread the thought of your visions helping her.” the goddess stood walking around Isis and through Zarek.
He turned watching her circle Acheron for a moment before she returned to Isis and knelt. Her hands went to either side of Isis face and she smiled before chanting softly. Both Isis’ closed their eyes and a soft glow came from the goddess’ hands before it faded.
“Now until you wish otherwise, you will have the life of an immortal. I have also unlocked some of your natural gifts. You will discover them on your own. Now go on. You have a debt to repay.” she shifted back and then leveled her gaze back on Acheron. “She is in your hands now.” Another flash and the goddess was gone. Zarek watched Acheron turn and leave. Isis watched confused before she scrambled to her feet and after him.
A moment later there was only darkness and Isis stood from her kneeling position.
“She was right. My visions pertained to the future dark hunters. Artemis found it useful, as did Acheron. I’ve yet to discover much of my other gifts. Even after all this time.” she tilted her head. “One more memory.” she said mostly to herself.
Zarek began to follow her as she walked, walking them into what appeared to be another temple. Aretimis was lounging there as Isis walked in, it seemed this time she was playing her own role instead of watching it. So Zarek stopped to watch.
“Well?” Isis snapped and Aretimis narrowed her eyes on her. Finally she stood and walked back the way Isis had come to a side room. Isis followed her and looked in as she opened the door. Zarek followed looking over her shoulder into the room. At first all he saw as Acheron, then Acheron shifted revealing the man kneeling on the floor. Zarek clenched his jaw as he saw himself, before Acheron had removed the scars.
He glanced at Isis who had closed her eyes. Zarek nearly lost it there, she was disgusted just as everyone else had been. He put his hand on her shoulder, intent on turning her to face him, but when she opened her eyes he was stunned to see the tears there. She was… upset? Now he was confused.
“This was who you saw?” Aretimis asked and Isis nodded.
“Yes. Can I…”
“No.” Aretimis said before she could even finish, “You will have no contact with the hunters. You work for Acheron. That’s it. If I had my way you wouldn’t be here at all.” she snapped shutting the door and forcing Isis to step back or get hit with the door. “Now leave. If Acheron needs you he’ll call. But I suppose he’ll be working with this one for a while…” she glanced up as the door opened and Acheron walked out. He glanced at Isis noting the hostile appearance and the tears.
“Isis, go home. Prepare a place for the new hunter. Then find an area. When he’s ready that’s where he’ll be sent.” Zarek watched her bow to Acheron before she turned with one last glare at Aretimis.
Zarek hung back watching Acheron watch her go. “Your going to make this as hard as possible on her.” the goddess shrugged and turned to walk off as well.
“Of course. She doesn’t deserve to be here. I don’t want her anywhere near this hunter.” she said almost as an afterthought. Acheron turned his attention to her and that’s where the memory faded. In the same moment Zarek was standing back in the basement. Isis was beside him with a hand on his forehead. He ripped back from her trying to clear his head.
She sighed and rubbed her temples. “I’ll go start dinner.” she brushed past him leaving him to think about what he’d seen. He sat in a corner on a box running the memories through his mind. It didn’t seem she recognized the him in her memories as him now. Even he had to admit with all the scars and other things he looked quite a bit different.
His thoughts kept running until they locked on when she joined with Acheron. Which led him to his banishment. He was on his feet and up the stairs in a moment.
“What do you know about my exile?” he asked barely containing the anger that wanted to lash out at her. She seemed to ignore him, continuing to pull out pans and grab different ingredients. Zarek narrowed his eyes and a moment later a pot came from her hand and smacked her in the head.
She stumbled slightly hand shooting up to touch the spot as the pan clattered to the floor. She turned her eyes narrowed in rage.
“How dare you!” she walked towards him fists clenched by her sides. She surprised him by bringing her hand hard across his face. His head jerked to the side and his eyes widened. No one hit him without dying afterward. His fingers flexed, wanting nothing more to rip her open. But one he knew it wouldn’t end well and his claws were upstairs in his room.
So he simply turned and bared his teeth at her tempted to at least bite her. She glared at him and then to his surprise she flicked him in the nose. He blinked snarl dropping in response.
“What the hell?!” she shrugged turning back to the pot on the floor.
“I heard flicking animals on the nose makes them stop bad behavior. Seems it works.” His eyes narrowed on her before he turned and walked from the room. His first stop was his room.
Zarek grabbed a knife from his duffle bag and walked into the living room. He knelt searching beside the fireplace for a decent piece of firewood. He was seething as he pushed the wood around. Who did she think she was? Calling him an animal. He finally settled back against the couch hissing at the rough contact of the fabric against the gash on his back.
He scooted forward a bit then began to cut at the wood carefully cutting it down. He didn’t even notice when she came placing a plate and a glass on the coffee table beside him. He didn’t even look up until the wooden sculpture in his hands was complete. He stared at the figure he’d made and sneered at it. He’d simply worked letting his hands lead his work. And now he was staring at a miniature of Isis, dressed as the priestess.
He sighed dropping the hand holding the sculpture the other reaching out to place the knife on the coffee table. He turned his head to stare at the now cold food that he had put his hand into. He stared at it before picking it up and heading towards the kitchen. He popped the plate into the microwave. He turned the small figure over in his hands as the timer started down.
Zarek considered just destroying it for a moment, then decided against it. Without thinking he began towards the stairs maneuvering up them silently. When he came to her door, he pushed it open and glanced in.
She was curled up on her side, her dark hair covering her face. All his earlier anger seemed to fade to nothing as he watched her sleep. He leaned against the doorframe, his thoughts going in different directions. Part of him wanted to turn and walk away. But the most dominate part wanted nothing more to lay at her side. To touch her, and fill the void that had been growing for years.
He dropped his head, his own hair obscuring his face. She would never allow that. She thought he was an animal, repulsive. And no doubt she was afraid of him. Everyone was. He was about to turn and walk away when her voice found him
“Zarek?” she sounded tired, but more she sounded concerned, “Are you alright?” He heard her shift and climb from bed, her bare feet making a soft noise against the floorboards. A moment later her hand was pushing aside his hair. He carefully raised his head prepared to see the fear or hatred. But there was nothing but concern when he met her eyes.
He couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards her touch. She was gentle at times, and fierce the next moment. And he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. He lifted his own hand, halting just above her cheek. He was afraid to touch her, to lose this small moment. This wasn’t like him, but he couldn’t help it. He was tired of being alone.
She smiled when his hand laid gently on her face, his thumb rubbing gently at her skin. She sighed and leaned into him.
“It’s late Zarek.” she pulled back and he nearly pulled her back to him. He suddenly felt rejected, but it only lasted a moment. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her. She dropped his hand and slid back into bed, offering him enough room to slip in. He watched her curl up again her back to him.
He considered walking out, but it was only a fleeting thought. He placed the figure on the bed side table and slid in behind her. She turned and snuggled to his chest surprising him. He stared at the top of her head before letting his arm drop over her holding her to him. She sighed snuggling closer, and Zarek couldn’t help but let out a content sigh of his own.
This couldn’t really happen, at least not to him. But for now Zarek would pretend that he wasn’t going to be alone again. That he wasn’t going to die at the whims of some goddess. He was going to be happy, or as close as one could be with the woman resting in his arms. Even if it was just for the night. With those thoughts Zarek drifted off, for the first time not alone.

Zarek woke close to dusk his hand reaching out for something that was no longer there. Slowly he came into full awareness, a frown on his face. Not that he’d expected her to be there, but part of him had wished that she has been there.
He sat on the edge of the bed head falling into his hands. He was being stupid. Even if Artemis called off Thanatos, he would probably be exiled somewhere else for touching Isis. He sighed and stood moving out into the hallway.
He paused hearing a faint echo of music from downstairs. He walked down not bothering to be quiet about it, from the smells accompanying the music she was cooking and waiting for him to get up.
He pushed open the kitchen door, and just watched her bustle around for a couple minutes before actually walking in. She glanced up from the food she was putting on a plate
“Evening.” she said cheerfully putting the plate at the table. She grabbed a mug and glass sitting them beside the plate. She was dressed in jeans again today with a black t-shirt. She was running around barefoot, at least until she almost dropped a knife on her foot. She slipped on a pair of shoes then.
Zarek sat down not bothering with the food quite yet. He was curious of what she would say about last night. Demand it never happen again? He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to say that or not. While he knew it would be for the best, he had felt not exactly content, but maybe a little happy.
But she didn’t even mention it, she also avoided looking at him and he would kill to know what she was thinking. Or so he thought.
“Acheron called this morning. He said Aretimis called off Thanatos. So you can go out hunting tonight if you wish. I dropped the protection to a minimum.” she glanced at him watching him go from annoyance at hearing Acheron and Aretimis’ name to confusion. “I don’t understand it either, but I’m not going to complain. She’s called him off, that’s what counts.” she knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but that’s what she told him anyway.
Isis wasn’t at all sure what she had been thinking the night before. Letting him stay in her room, let alone her bed was enough to piss Acheron off. Zarek was breaking rules and so was she. But she’d never been one to follow the rules and neither had Zarek. So she supposed that it should be expected.
She looked up to say something to Zarek only to hear the door snap shut. And he’s off again. She thought with a sigh before turning her attention to a half eaten plate of food. She glared at it, tired of making him something if he wasn’t going to eat it. She put the plate in the microwave. He could eat it later or start making his own meals.
From there she left everything else and headed into the basement. There was some laundry that needed done. And that always seemed to calm her mind.

Zarek stalked the streets of the town, new parka wrapped tightly around his lithe frame. He shouldn’t be out hunting yet, his back had yet to heal, but here he was hunting what needed to be hunted. There wouldn’t be much to distract him from the turns his life kept taking, but it would be enough.
He paused in the middle of the street watching the few people lingering about. It wouldn’t be long before they were inside curled up with their loved ones. He sneered and headed down a side street. He felt like a monster stalking the streets, but a monster stalking something worse then himself.
When he’d done what he could he stopped into that bar from two nights ago. The people gave him an odd look as he walked in, but he didn’t care. He took the corner booth this time glaring at anyone who glanced his way.
It was amazing how fast his mood changed, from content to upset in a matter of moments. He frowned and settled farther back into his seat, just staring at the seat opposite of him. His clawed fingers drummed on the table in front of him. There were a few curious stares but no one stared for long before looking off.
It wasn’t until a man came in shouting that Zarek bothered to look up at all. And the moment his ears and brain finally connected enough for him to hear what was being said he jumped up and followed the crowd. Even from where they were everyone standing around could see the blaze in the distance.
“Can anyone tell whose it is?” an older woman asked quietly and a woman spoke up.
“Looks like that older house. You know the one that was recently bought by that pretty young girl… oh what’s her name…”the woman said crossing her arms and trying to think. The man beside her snapped his fingers,
“Isis!” he said sounding happy that he’d figured it out. Zarek felt the urge to rip out his throat that they could simply stand around when someone could be in trouble. He could hear sirens, but it would be tough work in the snow. Moments later Zarek was racing as fast as he could across the snow towards the blaze.
Maybe it wasn’t Isis. Maybe it was just the closest place. He thought hoping against all odds that’s what it was. He couldn’t be responsible for the death of someone else. His heart sank when the blaze was indeed coming from Isis’ but to his relief she was standing outside staring at the blaze.
His pace slowed slightly and she could feel him move to stand behind her. She instantly turned and Zarek was startled to see new bruises along her jaw and cheek. He lifted his hand to her and she flinched before he even touched her. Instantly he drew his hand back and frowned.
“What happened?” he asked, though she didn’t have a chance to answer. He growled at the ambulance and police cars that pulled up followed by the fire trucks that were far too late to save the house.
“This is his warning.” she muttered turning back to the burning house. I am not to protect you, or I will die by his hand as well.” Her eyes were narrowed in rage, but Zarek could also see the fear in them, “He knows how to kill us and that’s what worries me the most Zarek. And he’s destroyed our protection.” Zarek simply moved closer to her hand dropping protectively on her shoulder.
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