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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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Author's Note: Its been a while... Hi, how you all doing? Sorry its been so long. College was kicking my ass, but I graduated. So yay me! Now I just need to get back into the writing thing. I've had this chapter mostly done for...freakin ever. Sooo yeah. As usual, no Beta. But hope you enjoy this chapter ^^
Chapter Five
            The next few hours were a blur for Zarek. The only things he remembered was Isis shouting into his cell phone. He was lounging on one of the benches while she paced drawing the attention of the few people there. The man at the desk watched wide eyed as she cursed and threatened whoever she was talking to. Zarek slowly stood and took the cell from Isis. She didn’t protest just sat heavily in the seat Zarek had just abandoned.
            “Zarek?” the voice on the phone belonged to Acheron and Zarek merely made a noise into the phone. “I’m doing what I can.” he said sounding more irritated by the second. “I’ve already threatened Aretimis. She’s ‘trying’ to fix it.” he snapped and Zarek could just see him standing there glaring at the goddess in question. “Just…keep her safe Zarek.” the phone went dead and for some reason Zarek thought Acheron knew something they didn’t. Not like that was unusual.
            Zarek slid the cell into his front pocket as he approached her. Her stared at her for a moment, watching the way her shoulders slumped. She seemed defeated in a way and carefully Zarek crouched and put his hands on either side of her face. She looked at him and stood moving a bit out of his way. Zarek sat one leg stretched down the bench. He offered her his hand and she took in instantly letting him tug her down to sit between his legs. She pressed her back against his chest.
“How much longer do you think they are going to make us stay here?” she asked sounding tired. Zarek didn’t answer, because he wasn’t sure. But he hoped it was soon, he didn’t really want to spend the day here. He dropped his arms loosely around Isis listening to the officers around them talk. Things like this didn’t happen often around here, and this was bound to be a talking point for at least a month.
            He glanced down at the top of Isis’ head, and felt responsible for putting her in danger. He just had to keep pushing things, he couldn’t just be content like the other hunters. Zarek felt the need to apologize to her, and as he opened his mouth to do just that someone spoke.
“Isis? You ok?” she sat up and looked at the door. Mike stood, looking like he was trying to decide whether to look concerned for Isis or glare at Zarek. Zarek couldn’t help the smirk that slipped over his face. He released Isis as she stood.
“Yeah we’re alright Mike.” She hugged the man and he returned it glaring at Zarek over her shoulder. When she stepped back he lost the glare.
“We have you a new place. It’s just a two bedroom. I’m staying there until my new Helicopter arrives. Psycho over there can sleep on the couch.” Zarek clenched his fists trying to resist hitting Mike. Surprisingly, Isis did it for him. The slap wasn’t hard, but it certainly wasn’t a love tap either. Mike looked shocked.
“Don’t be an ass Mike. I know it’s hard. We’ll just go to Zarek’s. We just need a ride to get there.” she said and Mike looked ready to protest. She simply leveled a glare at him and he threw up his hands in defeat. Moments later they were crossing the snow in Mike’s borrowed Jeep.
“I’d still rather you not be staying around that Psycho. He deserves what he gets…” he muttered the last part under his breath. And Isis glared once more, but said nothing else. Zarek, was in the back seat ear buds buried in his ears. But there was no music coming from them. Zarek was listening to them.
“For the love of the gods Mike. Shut the hell up!” she nearly shouted, barely restraining herself. Mike looked over at her.
“What’s going on anyway? You two looked rather cozy, Acheron would be having a shit fit if he saw that. How could you let him fucking touch you? What is he forcing-” Zarek was getting angry, each word from the bastards mouth made him want to smash his skull. All his anger, however, seemed to fade when Isis spoke.
“Mike, shut the fuck up!” this time she did yell, “I’d rather have to deal with him than you. I like Zarek. He’s not as bad as you guys make him out to be.” Zarek was glad he was wearing his sunglasses, because his eyes widened slightly.
“Like huh?” Mike snorted, “Jesus, I forgot. You’re Acheron’s little bitch. You can do whatever you want and get nothing for it…” the jeep suddenly jerked wildly then slid to a halt. Mike was staring at Isis with shocked eyes blood sliding from a cut just to the side of his mouth. “You fucking hit me?” he sounded more shocked then anything. Then he turned to look at her with a glare. “You fucking hit me!” He threw the vehicle into park.
Isis and Mike just stared at each other for a long time before Mike got out of the jeep and walked around pulling her door open. She started to protest when Mike yanked her from the vehicle. She barely had time to protest before she hit the snow with a gasp. Mike stood over her with a glare. She couldn’t believe this. Mike looked more then angry and she was ready to defend herself, but Zarek had Mike slammed against the side of the jeep.
“Isis, get back into the jeep.” he growled, teeth bared at the scared looking man. “Isis!” Zarek shouted turning his gaze to hers. She scrambled to her feet but didn’t get in.
“Zarek come on. We can walk from here. He’s an ass but I’m not leaving him stranded out here.” She knew what the hunter had been thinking, but no one deserved to be just left out there. He glanced at her, then back at Mike.
“Fine, but grab his coat. You don’t have yours.” Isis sighed and reached into the jeep pulling out the large and thick jacket. She shrugged it on, feeling like she was swimming in it. After he was satisfied, Zarek slammed Mike against the metal once more before letting him go and grabbing Isis.
She glanced back to watch Mike stagger to his feet. He slammed the passenger door closed and watched them for a brief moment before getting in and driving off. No doubt he was cursing them both.
Isis was cursing him, and her inability to walk in a straight line. She kept stepping sideways and knocking into Zarek. The man said nothing about it but she knew it was getting on his nerves. She took a few steps away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. The wind was whipping up sending snow into her face. It would be dawn soon and she hoped that they would make it to Zarek’s before the sun came up.
“It shouldn’t be much longer.” he said suddenly, voice nearly being carried away by the wind. Isis nodded though he wouldn’t be able to see it. He was quiet then, thinking about all the shit that just kept piling on between the both of them. Everything that had happened today was just adding to his anger. Mike had nearly sent him over the edge.
He glanced at Isis who was stumbling through the snow. Her cheeks were a bright red and she still had to be freezing. He moved closer to her and dragged her to his side, burying her under his arm. It made walking awkward, but he felt better anyway with her tucked close.
Isis happily snuggled into his side, trying to keep her shaking to a minimum. It wasn’t working the way she had hoped it would. Fifteen minutes later they were pushing in his front door and slamming it shut.
It wasn’t much warmer inside, and she remembered how cramped it had been the first time she’d been there. Instantly Zarek pulled some wood from beneath the bed, leaving her standing by the door as he got a fire started in his little stove. It would offer at least a little warmth.
She must have still been shivering because Zarek tugged her against him and sat on the edge of the bed with her, offering what body heat he still possessed. Neither of them spoke for a while before she sighed
“I’m sorry Zarek.” she felt him stiffen behind her. There was no reason for her to be apologizing to him. He should be the one apologizing. And yet he said nothing, simply wrapped her in his arms. A slight warmth had spread through the small home, and Isis shifted from his grip to pull off Mike’s jacket. Her jeans and t-shirt were wet and clinging uncomfortably.
Zarek stood and moved around her pulling out a pair of black sweats and one of his t-shirts. “You can… wear these. I’ve never worn them.” he muttered turning his back on her so she could change. She started with the shirt though a moment later she was cursing.
“Umm Zarek? Help me?” he turned and started snickering. A button had snagged in her hair halfway off. He grinned at her when she lowered the shirt slightly to glare.
“It’s not funny. Help me!” she demanded, though she had a small smile on her face. He nodded and moved closer and with deft fingers removed the hair from around the button allowing her to slide the shirt off. She dropped it relieved though she paused when she realized Zarek hadn’t moved back. She shivered as she looked up at him. His gaze slid over her before he tilted his head and captured her lips.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Was Zarek’s only thought before he kissed her arms sliding around her. He growled into the kiss fingers caressing her bare back. He sat back on the bed tugging her towards him. She tasted perfect, but the taste… he couldn’t identify it, but he didn’t care. Especially when those fingers of hers slid into his hair, caressing his scalp and tugging gently on the strands. His arm slid around her waist pulling her against him.
The simple action forced her into his lap and she eagerly pressed against him. He pulled back from the kiss listening to her draw in a breath as his lips and teeth found her neck. The noises she made… Zarek wanted to hear more of them. His hand slid over her skin, sliding up over the smooth skin of her stomach until he could take her breast in his hand. She arched into his touch and that brought a smirk to his lips.
He continued to tease her while he scrapped his teeth over her neck. He had the urge to taste her, to be filled with her taste. To take from her until neither one could stand it. His body hardened from the thought and she shifted in response pushing lightly down against him.
All he wanted to do was to claim her in every way possible. And he was going to. His free hand slid to the button on her jeans pulling it open with little effort. She didn’t protest it and Zarek licked his lips. He wasn’t going to play nice here, he wanted her now.” he pushed her off his lap and she gasped when she tumbled to the floor. His eyes were narrowed on her in pleasure and she shivered when he pulled off his shirt tossing it aside. He bent over, to toss his boots aside and Isis scrambled to do the same with her boots.
Zarek paused to watch her, sucking in a breath when she pushed her jeans down over her hips. He growled before his pants followed hers. The difference? He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. He reached out fingers sliding beneath her underwear, only briefly, before he shredded them.
“Zarek!” she complained until he pressed against her, lips and teeth attacking her neck feverishly. Without breaking contact he picked her up, and turned depositing her on the bed. He slid over her, pressing down against her, forcing her body further into the bed. He was so enthralled in touching her that he didn’t at first notice her freezing beneath him, but he did notice when she started shaking.
Zarek jerked back, realizing why she was shaking a moment later. How could he have been so stupid? He tried to move back further his senses returning to him, telling him how bad of an idea this was. He stopped when her hand wrapped around his wrist, the trembling was still there, but she was trying to calm it,
“No, Zarek don’t leave me…” she said quietly tugging him back to her. He went willingly. “I’m ok…” she promised, finally raising her eyes to his. Unable to resist the look in her eyes he lowered his lips to hers. She needed to be in control of this, and while he despised giving up at form of control, he would for her.
Pulling her from the bed he turned them and sat tugging her as he laid back. Isis moved onto him eyes shining. He was giving her what she needed. According to the other hunters, Zarek wasn’t capable of something like this. Willingly handing, if only a little, control to Isis. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his jaw, “thank you.”
Zarek’s hands slid up her thighs, letting her move at her own pace. He was ready for her, wanted her, but he was restraining that part of him. Using his hands to explore her body and enjoy what was being offered to him. He drew her down into a fierce kiss fingers sliding into her dark hair.
Her moan was in his ears, urging him on…until a blast of cold air startled him. He didn’t move quick enough to prevent Isis from being torn from his grasp. He sat up teeth bared in threat as Thanatos held a struggling Isis by the same hair he’d been worshiping.
“Far too predictable dark-hunter… though I admit, I was not expecting….such a interesting situation…” he smiled, “I think I’ll take her. It’s only fair…” he kept an eye on Zarek as he licked Isis cheek, “We’ll have lots of fun wont we?” Zarek pushed from the bed ready to fight, but Thanatos only backed out the door, “Sorry, but the suns coming up. Guess you can’t play savior today…” he laughed as Zarek slammed the door cursing.
Instantly he started pacing, he couldn’t do anything until the sun went down and pacing was all he had… growling he punched the wall longing for the pain that rippled through his arm. He needed to do something, anything. He glanced down at his cell phone, before reluctantly picking it up and dialing. The moment the line picked up he spoke,
“Acheron…I need help.” He hated saying those words, but it was all he could do.
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