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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 05:
Entry 3 –The rest of the night
I’ve just found something out, something I wouldn’t have ever guessed, and I’ll forever be in love with these warriors of the night, these silent heroes. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m spewing about, well, here’s how the rest of the night went:
“Hey.”
The deep hypnotic male voice startled me out of my mouthgasm. The intense pleasure of eating the juiciest, perfectly rare, steak with Cajun seasoning was not enough to distract from that sinfully sexy voice.
I looked up to see my target hovering over me. I quickly went back to my meal, trying to be as casual as possible as I popped another piece of the succulent steak into my mouth. Chewing, I glanced back up, and spoke around the piece of meat in my mouth.
Hey, I never said I had manners.
“I know what you are,” I managed.
He raised an eyebrow. “I doubt it.”
“You’re a warrior of love and justice. Like Sailor Moon, only you know, you should’ve been dead years ago,” I paused and swallowed. “How right am I?”
I watched as he glanced back towards the man that looked like a blue Goth god and then turned back towards me. The thought suddenly struck me as I watched the exchange and I couldn’t help but let it out. “Or you’re a hit man, possibly with the mob since you keep glancing back at that blue god fellow. He must be the boss.”
“You’re incredibly observant for a human,” he mumbled.
I frowned, wondering if he realized what he’d said. “Just because I’m human, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
He shook his head, holding a hand up as if to ward off the comment. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, it sure sounded like it. So what if I don’t look like a goddess or have powers that could, like, you know, turn you into a frog,” I scolded him.
The puzzled look on his face was almost worth taking his insult. “Ah, what?”
“And you think I’m the stupid one for being human. Lordy,” I sighed heavily before taking another bite.
Now he seemed to get a little irritated. “I didn’t say that. You know if you really did think this and it was true, shouldn’t you be afraid?”
I shrugged, not having to think about it long. “Why would I be afraid of you? You save the world every day. You’re like, a freaking super hero. In my mind, if what I think you are is correct, you are that silent warrior that fights for love and justice,” I raised an eyebrow as he rolled his eyes over the Sailor Moon line, “and no one is supposed to know, so you go every night without thanks. So, you know,” I paused to shrug once again, trying to let this unbelievable moment sink in, thinking the more he let me talk the more right I was, “thank you for everything you do. If I’m right, and your silence is telling me that I am, you’re my hero,” I smiled happily at him.
It seemed to take him a while to register what I’d said, but as it sunk, in the corner of his mouth slowly lifted with each passing second, before he glanced over at the man beside him, the one he’d previous called Ash. “That was surprisingly pleasant.”
Ash was curiously watching my face as if he was studying me, or waiting for me to jump out, and say I had just been kidding. “Not every day we get a thank you. It’s appreciated,” he nodded.
They must have been too baffled to deny it!
“Ah-ha!” I cried out. “I am right! I totally knew you weren’t a hit man. You aren’t scary enough.”
Both men snorted.
I grinned happily up at the wanna be mobster. “So I’m right?” I asked again.
He folded his thick arms across his broad chest. “I won’t deny or confirm.”
I did a wiggle gleefully on the chair before continuing. “Hey, can I get an autograph?”
He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Are you serious?”
Instead of answering, I fished around for a piece of paper and a pen, and then handed it to him. He stared at it in horror for about a minute before signing and when he was finished, I then prompted him to pass it to his boss, who seemed thoroughly amused by the situation as he also signed the paper.
“So, what about you two?” I asked Otto and Saviter. “Are you like them?”
“Why don’t you tell us what you think?” Saviter suggested.
“I think no, but you definitely aren’t normal,” I mumbled, then realized what I said and backtracked. “Not like that’s a bad thing. I wasn’t insulting you.”
“Didn’t take it as such, so what do you see?” he asked.
I frowned at the way he asked the question, as if he thought I was physic, which I’m pretty sure I wasn’t. “If I don’t get thrown in a psycho ward for this one…you are, like, around tons of human animals.”
“If she doesn’t stop saying ‘like’…” I heard Jamie mumble with irritation.
Saviter raised an eyebrow. Otto whistled before asking. “What is she? Psychic?”
“No,” I said at the same time Saviter nodded.
I shook my head in denial. “You are so wrong. ‘Cause listen, if I were psychic, I’d have won the lottery.”
He smiled at me and took a drink. “Ash was going to wipe your mind, but I’m here to say, it won’t work,” he commented in Ash’s direction.
“Her hair is ungodly,” she heard Otto whisper randomly.
“Hey, leave my hair alone and I won’t start in on yours,” I responded snappily.
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“Well, I just don’t know,” I harrumphed. “Give me a second and I’ll, like, find something.”
“Stop saying ‘like.’ It’s like nails on a chalk board,” Jamie gritted his teeth.
“You say it,” I grumbled half-heartedly.
He growled. No, not that sexy growl people read about in romance novels, but a real true growl that scared the holy hell out of me.
I cleared my throat, and turned my attention back to the man that had brought me into this conversation with four beautiful men at my table, watching me as I shoved bites of food into my mouth while talking at the same time.
“Hm,” I started and then let the smile spread across my face, “wouldn’t it be cool if you put on a Sailor Moon uniform and started screaming, ‘In the name of the moon…”
He gave a long-suffering sigh. “No, it wouldn’t. What is your obsession with Sailor Moon?”
I lifted my steak sauce covered fork and used it as a pointing utensil. “Hey, that’s quality anime and manga. I grew up on it.”
“Oh please!”
I snorted and then shrugged, letting it drop. “Sorry if I caused you any trouble by following you.”
He shook his head. “Talk about topic changing. I just got whiplash,” he said and then shrugged. “It was, probably, the most interesting night of my life.” He paused for a moment, as he regarded her, as if he was thinking about his next move. He sighed and reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a small white index card with black fancy lettering. “Here’s my card, if you’re ever in trouble, we’ll help.”
My eyes widened. “Holy cripes! I just got a guaranteed get out of jail free card,” I cried out, happily accepting.
He frowned. “I won’t get you out of jail, don’t call me if you get arrested. I wasn’t talking about that type of help, I was talking about…”
I waved my hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Haven’t you ever played Monopoly? It was joke.”
The men around me shouted with laughter.
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