I lay no claim to any work by Sherrilyn Kenyon or Laurell K. Hamilton. I just wanted to have a bit of fun between ice time.

 

I guess this is rated PG. There is nothing too bad in it.

 

Nate’s Story: Part Two

By Nathan

 

After I got my bearings, I realized I was in a room, a bedroom. It was ordinary, nothing ornate. There was nothing that screamed, "I am a pampered bitch. Serve me."

 

The bed was full, with dark blue sheets and a red blanket. The room itself was an off white color, kind of nice. There was a window. The blinds were down so I couldn't tell if it was day or night. There were three doors. One set was larger. That set was across the room with a smaller door to the right. I decided to check out the smaller door first.

 

I walked across the room to the door, grabbed the knob and yanked it open. It was a bathroom, a simple tub and shower combo with a toilet. There was no sunken tub, no servants, no Goddess. I almost jumped for joy. Upon further inspection I found the medicine cabinet fully equipped with guy things and fresh towels. Okay, where was the hidden corridor, the mirror that led back to Olympus?

 

Leaving the bathroom, I decided to check out the larger set of doors. Expecting a lightning bolt or something, I opened these more cautiously. I found a closet, a closet full of clothes. Well at least she didn't want me to run around bare-assed naked. No, she would. Someone had intervened. I stood there just looking at everything, musing that they were all probably a perfect fit too.

 

A ringing to my left caused me to jump. I turned toward the sound to find a telephone sitting on a table that I hadn't seen before. I went over and picked up the handset and put it to my ear.

 

"Hello?"

 

A voice at the other end asked if I was coming into work tonight.

 

"I have a job? And just what is it that I do?"

 

After a rather long conversation with a guy named Mitch, I hung up. He'd have a car there at six thirty. I looked down at the display on the clock radio, also on the table I hadn't noticed earlier. It was five thirty. I had an hour to kill, or explore, get ready. He had said that six thirty would be safer, for me or for whom?

 

After a shower I got into a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt and boots that fit perfect, just like I figured they would. I decided to check out what was behind door number three. Since I had no weapons, I hoped there was nothing but another room. I sighed, relieved, when that's what I found. It was a nifty little living room kitchen set up. The kitchen was fully stocked. Imagine that. Someone had definitely intervened. The Fates were either smiling on me...or pissed off at her Highness again. I was betting on the latter.

 

At six thirty on the dot there was a knock on the front door. I opened it to find a woman I guessed to be mid thirties. She was a red head, stood about five foot five and weighed all of one hundred ten pounds, if that. She wore jeans and a pink sweater. Looking up at me, she smiled and told me that she was my driver until I got use to my surroundings.

I just nodded, closed the door behind me and followed her down the sidewalk to a sleek new Dodge Viper. It was black with tinted windows and chrome wheels. I got into the passenger side. She walked around and got behind the wheel. We were off.

 

Fifteen minutes and listening to her whole life history took us to my new job. She parked out front of a building whose exterior was almost all glass. It was a great view, of what I didn't know, yet.

 

We took an elevator to the third floor. The station had the whole third floor. That's right, station. I was the new overnight guy for KNSX FM, 93X. It was enough to make me laugh or cry. I didn't know a thing about being a disc jockey.

We approached a door that read Manager. The door opened and Ellen disappeared, never a good sign. Frowning I turned to face the person in the doorway. He was well over six foot six, black, muscular and didn't look like he was capable of a good attitude.

 

"I'm Mitch. Get your ass in here."

 

Nope, not capable, I thought as I followed him inside and closed the door. He sat down behind a pricey mahogany desk. The furniture was leather and not cheap. After a few minutes of sizing me up, he motioned for me to sit.

 

Mitch began going over several details about the job. He told me how easy it was to learn, that Ellen would get me set up and help me out until I got use to it all. Right. He handed me a file folder. It had maps of the city, places to eat, clubs, all that.

 

Then he paused and looking over he said, "Oh yeah. And stay out of the District. Vampires are legal here."

 

I looked at him as if he were insane. "Legal as in I can't kill them?"

 

"Legal as in you will go to jail if you do. That wouldn't be good place for you.” He said

 

"Are you serious?"

 

He nodded, "Very serious. Don't do it."

 

I was beginning to wonder what kind of crazy town this was.

 

"You know she could have flashed you into hell itself."

 

I huffed, "And this isn't?"

 

A voice from thin air announced, "It could be".

 

I jumped at that voice. It didn't intimidate most of the others, but I was still young. It intimidated the hell out of me, Acheron, and in a flash the Lord of us all appeared.