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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
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 5
- 6
- 7
Originally this was supposed to end three chapters ago. I’d done everything I planned, but after two reviewers (at ff.net) requested I didn’t stop writing I decided to reread what I had written and, I’ve got to say, my sense of humor is strange. I must’ve been drunk or something when I was writing this. If this chapter isn't up to par it's because I wasn't drinking, just so you know. Anyhow, I’ve decided to continue, obviously, but the problem is I’ve written everything that I had planned for this story [as I said], which is one of the reasons for the long wait in an update.
I used a sub genre of romance, but hadn’t planned on doing anything with it. Any requests on who she should have a spark with? I was thinking Savitar. ?
Part Six:
Entry 5,
The night had gone on without anything else strange happening, until I decided to leave, then all bloody hell broke loose.
I’m not taking a note out of Harry Potter when I say bloody either. I mean it was really gushing red blood and sliced skin with yellow chunks of fat, tissue, and…painful stuff!
Currently, I’m in a part of Sanctuary that caters to shifting animals when they get hurt, and just got patched up myself by the delicious, personal Sanctuary Veterinarian. That’s right, I said it! Shifting animals…Cats!
::Scene set::
“It’s been spiffy talking with you, but I have a job to get to.”
It was the last sentence I’d spoken to that group of gorgeous men and it wouldn’t seem to leave my mind. Honestly, could I have said anything dorkier?
Spiffy?
Really?
Nodding to the blond beauty at the door with a bow and arrow tattoo, I walked towards the alley where I’d parked my car, hoping I hadn’t gotten a ticket. I couldn’t very well park in the parking lot; it had been way too crowded. I don’t like cars as it is. I mean they’re pretty and everything, but me driving them is a whole other story. I was lost in my thoughts, but not too lost to ignore the deep warning growl in the middle of the alley. Stopping my tracks, I turned slowly to see a tiger.
I couldn’t scream like a normal person. Of course not because calling for help would’ve been the smart thing to do, instead I taunted the beast. I swallowed and poked myself in the thigh to get it to shift backwards. “Hello kitty.”
At least my mind was telling me to try and move my body, but it wasn’t enough of a fight flight response to get away because after the word ‘kitty’ left my mouth the tiger pounced on me. The sharp hot pain sliced through my gut and I felt wet blood trickling down my ruined cat suit.
For some odd reason I had a feeling that the tiger was holding back, like it didn’t want to kill me, it just wanted to play with me. I felt like shouting at it. Explaining it wasn’t proper to play with food. Clutching my stomach I voiced my opinion, letting it know that it really ought naught to be playing with me.
I swear the tiger chuckled and for some reason it reminded me of a man with the bluest eyes one could ever imagine. Eyes that reminded me of that moment before the sun rises, just when the skies is such a pure blue it could almost bring you to tears at the beauty. The difference is those ‘human’ eyes belonged to a tiger that was about to have a rather boney lunch.
Nausea washed over me as I clutched my stomach, hoping to stop the bleeding and possibly ward off the sharp debilitating pains that shot through me. Chunks of vomit filled my throat and I broke out into a cold sweat trying to deal with the pain and hold it down. On the up side, I knew if I did throw up I would at least get another taste of that succulent steak.
When I noticed the tiger advancing on me again I quickly scooted back against the brick wall next to a green dumpster. The scrape of the bricks against my back normally would have bothered me, but at that time I was really hoping the wall would come alive. That it would come alive and save me for all the times I’ve run into them. If they hadn’t been in my way I wouldn’t have run into them, therefore making their existence meaningful. Making anyone’s existence meaningful deserves a life saving experience at least once, but the wall remained motionless.
I turned my head sideways and with a bloody hand, I petted the bricks soothingly, coaxingly. “Wall,” I cried up to it in a pitifully weak voice. I was starting to get dizzy from the blood loss. “Now would be a good time to bash the tiger in the head. I’m just too pretty to die-” I paused. “…and if you don’t buy that, I’m definitely too young to die.”
It did what nothing else had done at least. Mostly it was probably my insane ramblings to an inanimate object that seemed to baffle even this wild animal. I wish I could muck it up as a delusional moment from the gaping claw marks at my stomach, but it really wasn’t the first time I’d spoken to a wall. I swear walls move. Have since I was three, blamed many a skinned knee on them too.
“Oh kitty,” I pleaded as I noticed it advancing again. I spit out a mouth full of blood and then pouted my lips at it. I’m not above begging for my life and maybe that’s what it would take. “Please don’t eat me. I can get you a huge, elephant sized, raw steak. You’ll never go hungry again. Hey-“ my eyes widened with anticipation. “I’ll let you live with me. I have other cats, ‘course they are strictly off the menu, but you could be my pet…err, well I suppose it would be the other way around. Usually is for cats, ‘cause you definitely don’t see them picking up our feces.”
If a tiger could laugh, I was pretty sure I’d just heard it. It wasn’t a melodious laugh that captured your attention and made you want to never hear anything else either. My attention was for sure captured, but the fear that followed that sound almost had me pee my panties.
Death by tiger…maybe I could be famous after this.
I closed my eyes, accepting my fate, until I heard another roar that sounded very different from the tigers. It wasn’t as deep, but just as hauntingly beautiful. I popped an eye open to take a peak.
“Oh come on, I’m really not that great of a catch. I have no meat on me. One of you couldn’t have a decent meal on me, let alone two,” I whimpered with despair, but the black panther that had growled barely acknowledged me before putting itself between me and the tiger.
Oh.
Oh. Oh!
“SUPER KITTY!” I cried out. “Are you gonna save me girl?”
The panther made a snuffing noise and slide it’s shockingly sparkling green eyes towards me with a bemusement that startled me.
“You cats are definitely not cats,” I mumbled.
“They’re both male,” a voice spoke softly next to me.
I jolted, cringing as pain shot through my midriff. I glanced up to see Savitar looming over me, leaning against the wall like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Jesus…Lurch…make some noise when you move. I’m injured here.”
He raised an eyebrow and did a once over, pausing at my stomach, before continuing down to my bent knees. He shrugged. “You’ll live. It’s barely worse than a scratch.”
“Hogwash,” I retorted, feeling suddenly like Harry Potter just as he was finding out about the Wizarding world. “I’m practically dying.”
He gave a tiny chuckle before letting his head fall back against the wall, his black hair jostling with the gentle breeze as he watched the animals circle.
“Already making ripples,” he commented with amusement.
I ignored him, slightly angry that he couldn’t realized I was about to bleed to death, or just keel over from the pain. How rude. Deciding that dwelling on it would do no good, I turned my gaze to the animals in front of us as they continued circling.
“My circling can out do your circling,” I tried to lower my voice so that it sounded more male.
“What?”
I heaved a sigh, wishing I didn’t have to always break things down for men. “I’m role playing. You can be the tiger, I’ll be the panther. My panther’s smarter than your tiger, that’s why I’m the panther. I’m clearly smarter.”
“Your panther?” he asked with disbelief, his eyes wide as glanced down at me, his arms unfolding and his nonchalant leaning disappearing.
I nodded and shifted my legs out from under me. The tingling of them falling asleep was starting to get really uncomfortable. “I think I’ll take him home after this. He is saving me after all.”
He slowly slid down the wall, kneeling in front of me as his eyes searched my face.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the intense stare I glanced down to look at the drying blood on my cat suit and hands. “Did blood splatter on my face?”
He shook his head, lifting his hand dismissively, but continued to stare at me, like I was a new specimen and he was a Microbiologist. “I can’t see everything with you,” he mumbled in awe. “Only bits and pieces, huh. That’s never happened before.”
Uh, was that supposed to make sense?
“Uh, was that supposed to make sense?” I voiced the question out loud. “Besides, I’ve already taken the role of nonsensemaker, so you can’t have it.”
“You do always say what’s on your mind don’t you?”
I nodded. “For instance, right now, I feel like humming Bodicea by Enya from that movie Sleepwalkers. You know, the one with all those cats?” I shrugged. “Or I just might barf and faint from the pain…”
Savitar snorted. “What if I tell you that panther belongs to me?”
I contemplated the question, but shrugged in the end. “I’m no thief, but I’ll tell you, you’ll just have to part ways and let bygones be bygones. That panther is going home with me after this. Where he’ll get elephant sized steaks for life. I hope he doesn’t have an appetite for Mr. Bigglesworth though.”
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