Any characters you recognize belong to Sherrilyn Kenyon or Laurell K. Hamilton. I’m just doing this for fun. This is rated PG-13 to be safe.

 

Thank you Maggie for editing this for me. Especially in the format it was in. I appreciate your time and great work. And thanks for your help with the title and other tidbits when I was stuck. As always thanks Luna for the use of your character. She's a lot of fun.

 

Waking Up (Nate’s Story Chapter 43)

 

Nathan woke with a warm back curled up against his chest and a cool arm draped over his waist. It was a weird sensation, kind of like being in a hot fudge sundae. That thought made his stomach growl. If he could move, he'd check his watch to see what time it was but neither body curled up next to him seemed to want to give.

 

He whispered in Luna's ear that he needed to get up. She mumbled something under her breath but moved enough to where he could slide out from under the arm over his waist and crawl down to the foot of the bed. He chuckled as Luna rolled into his vacated spot. His back and shoulders ached like crazy, as did most of the rest of him. That was made even more apparent when he stood up. He actually whimpered.   

 

Finding his watch on the night stand he could see that it was still early afternoon, 1500 hours. He found his clothes in the bathroom and after attending to some things, got dressed and went in the search of food.  All he succeeded in doing was getting lost… Again.

 

Frustrated he sat down in one of the hallways and waited until somebody walked by. That somebody happened to be Jason.  The blond wolf was dressed in a pair of faded jeans, no shirt and bare feet.    

 

“You got lost again. Didn't ya?” The wolf grinned. 

 

“Yeah,” he nodded.  

 

“You should have Asher draw you a map.  You could pick it up at the door every time you came over.” The were started laughing. “Get you a GPS.” Now he was laughing harder. “A hunter that needs a GPS… Priceless.”

 

Nathan stood. At 6'3” he towered over the young wolf. “Are you finished katagari?”

 

Jason looked up at him and choked back a giggle. “What are you doing out here anyway?” 

 

“I’m looking for something to eat. Is there a kitchen or something?”

 

“Sure. Some of us have to eat.” Nathan sighed at the wolf’s explanation. The younger man added. “Let me get you back to Asher's rooms. Then I'll have the kitchen send you something.”  

 

The hunter nodded. “Thanks.” 

 

“Sure. I'll do it before I feed Jean Claude.” He grinned. “This way Bwana.”  The wolf turned to lead Nathan down the hall. Nathan fought the urge to smack the wolf in the back of the head.   

 

Back in Asher's rooms, Nathan waited for the two to wake up. He knew it wouldn't be too much longer. Standing at the foot of the bed he watched them sleep. It was such a contrast. He watched Luna's chest rise and fall as she slept peacefully while Asher was so still. There was no movement to show that he was even a living being. It was a different kind of peace and then he felt it, that first hint of the end of nothingness… Life as Asher knew it.  Nathan felt it as the vampire came alive for the night.

 

Asher rolled onto his back, his eyes searching the dim light of the room and finally resting on his target. Asher held out a hand to Nathan, calling him with his thoughts. Nathan responded, not so much because of the bond between them, but because he actually wanted to. He knelt beside the bed. Asher pulled Nathan's head down for a quick kiss before baring the man’s neck to feed.    

 

While Asher bathed and got ready for work at Guilty Pleasures, Nathan paced. After about his third trip past the bed, Luna reached out and grabbed him.   

 

“I'm going to tie you down if you don't sit still.” The leopard growled. Nathan sat down in the chair by the bed. “Now what's wrong with you? 

 

“I'm hungry. Jason was supposed to send food.” He stood, grabbed his phone and keys. 

 

“Where are you going?” Luna asked.

 

“Out to eat. Want to come along? Or at least show me the way out.” He asked the girl. 

 

Asher came out of the bathroom telling him, “You can order something from the club.” 

 

There was a knock on the door and Nathan grinned. “Food, finally.” 

 

He went to open the door and was greeted by Jason who was pushing a cart with covered plates on it. There was a six pack of Pepsi and two glasses of ice. Nathan moved back so that the blond could push the cart inside.   

 

The hunter nodded at the tardy pup. “Thanks Jason. I owe you.” 

 

“Careful, he may collect.” Jason feigned hurt at the cat’s remark.  

 

The vampire asked the newcomer, “Are you working tonight Jason?”  

 

The wolf nodded. “I wasn't supposed to, but Nate called in sick.” Asher quirked a brow but Jason just shrugged.  

 

Luna explained. “He's been kind of sulking after Anita banned him from seeing Nathan.”

 

Nathan, who had been pulling covers off the plates, looked up. “Excuse me?” 

 

The woman sighed. “She thinks that you are the reason that Nathaniel is being so rebellious. So as his Nimir Ra, Anita has refused to let him see you.” 

 

“That's not fair,” the hunter looked at Luna. “And you knew this?” She shrugged at him so he scowled, “He's not a child.” 

 

The vampire shook his head. “No, but he is her leopard.” 

 

“And a member of her Tri.  Anyway, I need to go.” Jason told them leaving the room. 

 

The girl turned back to the two men as the door closed. “This may backfire on her. Nathaniel won't forget it.” 

 

Asher agreed. “Non and I suspect the cat will find a way to bend the rules. I will see the two of you at the club later.”

    

Luna and Nathan sat quietly eating after Asher left. The kitchen had sent a nice variety, steak, fries, chicken, two kinds of rolls, and chocolate cake for desert.  

 

Nathan finally asked, “Did you ever have that feeling like there was something you were supposed to remember but you can't? Like it's right there on the edge?”  

 

“Yeah, I've had those.” She reached over and snagged a fry. 

 

“Hey!” 

 

“Yours taste better.” She grinned. He rolled his eyes and she told him, “You should eat and not think.” 

 

“I think I'll go back to my place and shower,” he sighed.

 

“Aren't you going to the club?”

 

He nodded. “After a hot shower and some clean clothes. Can you give me a ride?” 

 

“I thought you got your car back,” the leopard questioned.

 

“I did, but I had to bring Jean Claude's back. So could you give me a ride? Please,” He begged. 

 

“Fine.”

 

He kissed her cheek breathing in her scent. It triggered something almost feral in him. “You smell so good.” He slid his arms around her waist, “Maybe the shower can wait.” 

 

“Don't make me shoot you.” She growled as he slid his hands up the back of her shirt, “Nathan.” 

 

“Princess.” She pushed him back and he stared at her a minute before sighing. “Oh yeah, Asher isn't here. I understand now. He walked toward the door. 

 

The cat was confused. “Where are you going?”

 

He turned to look at her his face blank. “Home. I'll get someone to show me out of the Circus.”  

 

“Good luck with that.” She mumbled. 

 

“One way or the other,” he added almost absently.   

 

He walked out the door closing it behind him. One of the vampires showed him out of the club, where he called a cab on his cell phone. The driver kept glancing at him in the rear view mirror. Nathan laughed to himself. The guy probably thought he was a vampire or shifter. When he got out of the cab, he paid the fare and gave the guy a good tip. The house was dark, which meant that Roan was with Kendra. Nathan was happy for his friends. The relationship was going well. He checked the garage to make sure the car was there. It was. Then he went upstairs to shower.

 

Standing in the pulsing hot water, he thought of all the things that had happened since he had been sent to St. Louis, some good, some bad… painfully bad, but some fantastic things as well. He'd met some good people. It would be hard to break the ties, very hard.  Turning off the water, he stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Walking across the hall to his room, Nathan climbed into bed. He felt tired. Soon he was asleep, the club and everything else all but forgotten.    

 

Nathan woke to someone shaking him. He looked up into Roan’s face. “What the hell do you want wolf?” 

 

His shifter roommate grinned. “Just making sure you were alive… So to speak.”  

 

“Ha ha, very funny.” 

 

“I figured you'd be at the Circus,” the katagari added.  

 

The hunter shook his head. “Well you figured wrong. Now go away and let me sleep.”  

 

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

 

Nathan looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read, 1400. “I just want to sleep.” He rolled over, putting his back to Roan. “Go away.” 

 

“You'd better call Luna. She's left several messages. She sounded worried.” His roommate explained. 

 

“Just leave me alone. Like Ash said, I need to stay away from all of them.” 

 

“What happened,” Roan asked.  

 

“I woke up.”   

 

Nathan stayed away from the District, concentrating on work and the truce, which was getting shakier.  He was at the station talking on the phone to one of the listeners, when Mist popped in. Nathan finished his call and cued up the news and ads before facing the goddess. She was in some sort of shimmering gold fabric, her hair down around her face falling softly over her shoulders. His heart always sped up when she was near just like any man’s would.   

 

She asked him, “You wanted a favor from me?” He frowned so she continued, “About the Master?” 

 

The hunter nodded. “Jean Claude wishes to feel the sun again, said he would put himself in your debt.”  

 

“You have made amends?” 

 

He shrugged. “For what it's worth. If you'll do this, I will be in your debt because after this, I'm going to ask Ash to wipe my memory.”

 

She stared at him, shocked. “What of all of the friends you have made?” 

 

“I haven't been down there in almost three weeks. Must not be that important to them.” He muttered. 

 

She shook her head. “You are wrong.” He shrugged as she added, “You would know this if you would only drop your shields.”

 

“I'm not a vampire. I'm not a shifter. I have no shields to drop.  Will you grant me the favor?” 

 

“Yes, if you will grant me one. Do not allow Acheron to wipe your memories. You need them.” She offered. 

 

“We'll talk later. I need to get back to work,” He told her turning back to the console to see how much time he had.  

 

“I will contact the Master.” 

 

“Thank you,” he murmured as she disappeared.   

 

The rest of the night and the drive home proved uneventful. It was what happened when he got home that floored him, literally. He walked in from the garage into the kitchen and threw his keys on the counter. He liked the early morning quiet. If he could he'd be sitting by a body of water somewhere just listening to nature, maybe an overnight camping trip. Not likely.

 

He walked into the living room and was tackled to the ground, the wind rushing out of his lungs at the force of the fall. He looked up into two very angry lavender eyes. Nathan tried to roll but Nathaniel held him in place. Nathan had never seen the leopard so pissed off. The younger man was always quiet and submissive.  

 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Get off of me!” The hunter growled. 

 

The cat shook his head. “No! Not until you tell me why you hurt Asher.” 

 

“What are you talking about? I haven't done anything to Asher, except leave him alone and that's the best thing I can do.  Now get off me before I hurt you.” 

 

“You don't know what hurt is.” In one fluid motion the shifter stood and turned toward the door.

 

Nathan kicked out, hitting Nathaniel's legs knocking the young man down. Standing the hunter reached down and pulled the cat up, pushing him into the wall.

 

The hunter's hand was suddenly at Nathaniel's throat. “I know all too well what hurt is. You should share my dreams. You ever try this bull shit again, and I will personally show you how to hurt.” He backed off adding, “Do you understand me?”

 

“I understand. You've abandoned us. Just like everyone else we trusted.”  

 

“Yeah that's right. Get used to it or don't. You aren't my concern anymore.” The hunter told him. The leopard stared at the man. “Get out.”   

 

Nathaniel stepped around Nathan and headed for the door.  Before he opened it, the cat turned and tossed something on the floor. Then he was gone. Nathan walked over to where the object lay. It was the key he had made for them. He laid the key on the bar and went upstairs.    

 

What was he going to do about Asher? He hadn't thought that staying away would hurt the vampire. He had others to feed from. Nathan just didn't like being used and that's what it felt like. He would call Asher. 'And what? Apologize?' he thought.    

 

Nathan sighed. “Why didn't I listen to Ash? I am so stupid.” 

 

Akri say that too,” Simi agreed. She shimmered in by the window dressed in a barely there leather miniskirt and a red baby doll tee. Her horns were red as well. Black thigh high boots completed the look. “He also say you strong hot head and don't think.” 

 

“You mean headstrong and hot headed. Nice outfit.” 

 

“You like?” She twirled.  

 

He nodded. “Very nice. Now why are you here? What does the all powerful want?” 

 

The charonte demon scoffed. “Akri not all powerful... Pretty close though.”  

 

“Enough Sim. What's up?”  

 

“The sky.” Nathan sighed at her reply. “That joke hunter. You no fun.” 

 

“I'm tired Simi.”

 

She walked over and sat down beside him on the bed.  “You hurting.”  

 

“No, I'm not.” 

 

“Oh yes. You hurt here.” She laid her hand on his chest, over his heart.  

 

“I'm fine.” He assured her then stood. “Now what is it?”

 

The charonte demon huffed before answering. “Akri say you need to talk to Irish. Trouble boiling.” 

 

“Brewing.” 

 

She nodded. “Yes that too.  Akri say to patrol soon.”  

 

Nathan sighed. “Wonderful.”  

 

Simi’s looked confused. “Not wonderful. Bad.”  

 

“Okay, you're giving me a headache. Tell Ash I'll talk to Irish. Is that all?” 

 

“Yes.” She stood and kissed his cheek. “For the hurt.” 

 

“Thanks Sim.” She disappeared as he muttered, “Daimons, great.”    

 

He lay down and closed his eyes. He was hurting but it was for the best. Yeah he'd just keep telling himself that. He tried to sleep, but there were so many strange images floating through his mind that it proved impossible. He got up, went downstairs and watched television.  It was like that all week.

 

By Sunday morning he was running on empty. He had decided that he was going to talk to Irish. He went to Dead Druids early, around seven. He knew that the crowd wouldn't get heavy until around eight. When he walked in he saw that Diane was tending bar. She was dressed in a green tee with the bar’s logo on it and black jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a loose braid. She looked up from wiping down the bar, saw him and smiled. The smile turned into a frown when he got closer. She could tell he was on the verge of exhaustion just by the way he carried himself. He sat down on a stool at the end of the bar.

 

Diane made him a sunrise and brought it over. “Where have you been keeping yourself Mon Ami?” 

 

“Working, trying to keep busy. You look great Cher.” She smiled as he asked, “Is Irish around? I need to talk to him.”

 

 

She shook her head. “That would be most of the staff. Could you narrow it down a bit?” 

 

“I need to talk to Conor.” He saw Diane look over his shoulder. Nathan turned on the stool to find another bartender. He remembered the guy from New Years Eve, Liam. 

 

“Now why would you be needin' to see Conor?” The newcomer asked. 

 

“I have a message from the boss,” the hunter tersely explained.

 

“I'll give it to him.” The bartender offered. Nathan shook his head. The man shrugged. “Then I guess it's not that important.”  

 

Nathan frowned at the man. “I didn't come here looking for trouble. I just want to talk to Conor.” 

 

“I'll buzz him, Liam.” Diane offered. 

 

Her coworker shook his head. “No you won't. He'll tell me or no one.”    

 

Diane noticed two of the club’s bouncers headed their way. She hit the buzzer under the till. Nathan stayed seated. When the bouncers arrived they took up stations behind Liam. Nathan sized the men up. Both were shorter than he was but had more weight. He knew he was in no shape to take them on.    

 

The darker haired of the pair looked at the hunter. “He doesn't look like much.” 

 

His companion looked from Nathan to Liam. “You want us to throw him out boss?” 

 

“You get a promotion Liam?” Conor asked. The three men turned toward the end of the bar where the door to the back stairs was located. “Patrick must have forgotten to mention it.”  

 

The man shrugged. “I'm sorry Conor. I just don't think he should be here.” 

 

Irish shrugged. “Patrick needs to see you upstairs and you two go do something useful.” The bouncers scattered as the older man left through the stairway door.

 

Conor walked over and sat down on a stool beside Nathan. “What's so important?” 

 

“I had a visit from Simi.  Ash says that we'll be patrolling again soon.” His ex-roommate explained.  

 

“And you what... wanted to make amends. See if I would still patrol?” 

 

Nathan sighed. “Look I don't have anything to make amends for. I've told you that the Princess...” 

 

“Luna. Her name is Luna.” Conor bit out. 

 

“There isn't anything between us.” 

 

Irish shook his head. “You're lying.” 

 

“We share some kind of freaking bond with Asher and that's it.” The hunter added, “I wish it was more.” 

 

The man stared at him. “At least that was the truth.” 

 

“I am too tired to deal with this.” He threw some money on the bar. “Bon Soir Cher.”   

 

Nathan walked out of the club and toward his car.

 

Conor stopped him before he got in. “I'm sorry Nathan. This thing with Luna has me nuts. It's not your fault.”  

 

The hunter shrugged. “Maybe a bit, but all that aside, we need you.”  

 

“I'll be there.” He offered his hand and Nathan took it. “It'll be good to hunt again.” 

 

“Yeah.” He opened the car door. “You should talk to her.” 

 

The Irish man shook his head. “I never should have seen her.” Nathan shrugged as the man added, “Love's a bitch.” 

 

“And then you die,” he responded to which they both laughed. 

 

Conor nodded. “Yeah that's the truth.  You working tonight?” 

 

He shook his head. “No. I've got a couple of nights off.”

 

“Good because your aura is faint. You need to rest.” 

 

“The Skoti won't let me. I need to get going.  Thanks for seeing me.” Nathan nodding as he got into the car. 

 

“You're welcome here anytime,” the other man added before he shut the car door. 

 

“Thanks,” the hunter offered his comrade a wane smile.  

 

Nathan started up the Viper and pulled out of the lot. Conor watched him go.

 

His brother joined him asking, “You guys friends again?” 

 

The older man shrugged. “Never were enemies really. You know how it is with Luna. Even you still feel her pull… and throw Asher into the mix.” 

 

He nodded. “Yeah, I understand. If it hadn't been for that damn wolf.” 

 

Conor shook his head. “If I hadn't been so damn hotheaded, but it's all in the past. Come on, let's get something to eat.” The two disappeared inside.   

 

Nathan pulled into the employees’ lot behind the Circus of the Damned and killed the engine and lights. He sat there in the dark wondering if being there was a good idea. Would Asher even see him? It wasn't the vampire’s fault. It was Nathan who had walked away. He sat there for another ten minutes before getting out of the Viper and walking across the lot to the employee entrance. He knew there would be a security guard there. He knocked loudly then stood back. The door opened slightly as one of the vamps peeked out.    

 

“Would you tell Asher that Nathan is here,” the hunter asked.

 

“He knows you're here, said to bring you down.” The vampire opened the door wider. “Follow me.”   

 

The maze of halls was beginning to seem familiar to Nathan. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.  When they reached Asher's rooms, the vamp left. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Nathan opened the door to the front room and walked in. Asher was sitting behind his desk. It was like the beginning again. He sat down in the chair in front of the desk.   

 

“How may I help you?” The master vampire didn't look up from his papers. He was angry.  

 

Nathan cleared his throat. “I came to apologize.” Still Asher didn't look at him. “Alright, I guess this was a mistake.” He stood to go. “Je ne voulaispaste blesser.*  I am sorry.”   

 

Nathan left closing the door quietly behind him. The same vamp that had showed him to Asher's rooms was there to show him out as well. He sat in his car for some time wondering if he had done the right thing.

 

Pulling out of the parking lot he wondered if there was a bar open somewhere. Then he remembered the liquor cabinet at home. It was time to get stinking drunk and forget what damned planet he lived on.

 

That's how Roan and Kendra found him. Nathan was lying on the couch watching Fuse, an empty bottle of rum and a half empty bottle of Tequila on the floor beside him.   

 

Kendra looked from the bottles to him. “Nathan, you drank all that? Alone?”

 

He looked up at her. His dark eyes rimmed red. “You see anyone else here?” 

 

“The meeting with Asher went that well eh?” His roommate asked. 

 

“Ash was right. I should have never gotten involved.” He grabbed the bottle of tequila and stood, swaying slightly. He kissed Kendra on the cheek and went upstairs.   

 

Roan shook his head. “I knew he was in deep but damn.” 

 

Kendra sighed. “Maybe your boss should wipe his memory.” 

 

The were frowned. “Acheron is not my boss.  I'm not a Dark Hunter.” 

 

She grinned. “I know. You're the big bad wolf.” He slid his arms around her waist. “My big bad wolf.” 

 

“Yes, I am.” He kissed her. “How about dinner and a movie and then back to your place?” 

 

“Sounds like a plan.” She glanced at the stairs. “You think he'll be okay?” 

 

“I'm not his babysitter.” Roan turned off the television and the lights before he and Kendra left.    

 

Nathan was shaken awake. That was happening a lot lately although this was very violent shaking. He pried open his eyes enough to see who it was and suddenly had the urge to puke. He pushed her out of the way and made a run for the bathroom. She followed him. She actually held his hair out of the way while he relieved himself of everything that was in his stomach. When he was just dry heaving and nothing else would come up, he sat with his back against the wall staring at her.

 

She handed him a wet cloth just before she drew her browning and pointing it at him. “Better now?”

 

He wiped his face before nodding. “How did you get in here?” 

 

Anita shrugged. “Does it really matter?  Jean Claude is not in his office. He hasn't answered my calls. No one seems to have seen him.” 

 

“And you thought I had him?” He closed his eyes. His head was pounding. 

 

“You were second on my list but the most plausible.” 

 

“I have no idea where the mayor is.” A flash in his head told him different… Skotos. “Aw frack.” 

 

“What,” the cop asked suspiciously. 

 

“Nothing. You going to hold that gun on me all night?” 

 

“Do you know what could happen with him gone? The council could move on the city, tear apart everything he's achieved.” Blake sounded really worried. 

 

“Can't Asher take over?” 

 

She sighed. “He's too busy pining over you.” He grabbed his head. “You aren't going to throw up again are you?” The hunter shook his head and regretted it. The cop nodded. “Good. Get dressed, you're coming with me.” 

 

“Where and why?” 

 

“To the Circus. You'll stay there until Jean Claude is returned because no matter what you say I still think you have something to do with it. Now move.” She growled.   

 

Nathan stood slowly. His stomach lurched but he bit down the bile and walked out of the bathroom, across the hall to his bedroom.  He pulled on a pair of jeans and a red tee shirt. The shoes proved to be the problem. Every time he bent over to put the boots on he got dizzy. It took three times for him to get them on and laced up, the whole time with the browning trained on him. Nathan stuffed his wallet into his right back pocket and his cell phone into his back left pocket. He put on his watch and then started out the door with Anita at his back. Merle was downstairs…. Backup. Outside the three got into Anita's jeep. Merle drove so that Anita could sit in the back, gun trained on Nathan.

 

The drive to the Circus was tense and quiet but not as tense as when they arrived. They had just stepped out of the jeep when a bolt hole opened up and four Daimons stepped out. The truce had been broken. 

 

Instinctively both Merle and Nathan stepped in front of Anita. This did not make the minute Marshall happy. She pushed through the two men and stared at the bright light before it vanished.   

 

“Hold it right there!” She had the browning pointed at them. Merle was growling. 

 

“You need to get inside,” Nathan warned her. 

 

“You know these people,” the cat with them asked.

 

“They're not people,” the hunter replied. 

 

One of the daimons turned to him. “Ouch. You wound us hunter.”  

 

“Who the hell are you,” Anita demanded. 

 

“Don't talk to them,” the hunter warned. 

 

The cop huffed at that. “Don't tell me what to do.”

 

This caused the daimons to laugh. 

 

The chatty daimon grinned at the cop. “Oh I like her. I really do. So will the boss.” 

 

“Merle, get her inside. Her soul is too valuable,” Nathan ground out.  

 

Another daimon stepped up. “They won't make it and you know it.”  

 

The man grinned. “Sure they will. You have to go through me.”  

 

“I don't see any back up,” the first daimon commented. 

 

“I don't need no stinkin' backup. Lamnia!” The daggers appeared in the hunter’s hands. “Merle.” 

 

Anita turned to the hunter. “How'd you do that?” 

 

Nimir Ra, it's time to go.” Her leopard guard told her. 

 

She shook her head. “No! What the hell is going on Elliott?”

 

He turned to her, his eyes glowing. 

 

“Go. Now!” the hunter hissed.   

 

Merle picked Anita up and carried her toward the door of the Circus, kicking and screaming...at Merle and Nathan. One of the daimons started after them. Nathan threw one of the knives, hitting it in the back. The dagger fell to the ground in a cloud of dust.   

 

“See?” The hunter grinned at the leader. “Come get some.” With a flick of his wrist, the dagger was back in his hand. “I need the work out. Let's party.”   

 

The remaining daimons circled him. It was hard to keep them in sight. He was still shaky from the night before. One of them would lunge then back up just as quickly out of reach.  He heard the employee’s door open. He hoped it wasn't Blake. That would be bad. Then he heard giggling. Risking a glance, he saw Dr. Rhodes and another female, a redhead.

 

One of the daimons chose that time to attack.  Nathan's legs were swiped from beneath him. He fell and rolled out of the way. He yelled for the two women to get back inside. He caught a kick in the ribs, and rolled again. Bile was building in his throat. The kicks kept coming and he kept rolling. He brought one of the daggers up in a slicing motion catching one of his attackers in the thigh. The daimon howled. Nathan came up on his knees bringing the dagger into the man’s groin. He doubled over and Nathan used the daimons body to pull himself up, before ramming the dagger into the daimon’s chest.

 

He looked over toward the door to make sure the women were back inside. He didn't see them but he didn't get a chance to look closely, he was too busy fighting the remaining two. He was pounding on one when the other took off. Nathan used a round house kick to bring his dancing partner down and drove his dagger home, before heading after the last one. He heard a scream.

 

Sprinting toward the front of the building, he found the daimon confronting Dr. Rhodes and the other woman. The doctor had caught the guy with a couple of stars but not in the vulnerable spot needed. Nathan tried to close in on the guy before he saw him but one of the women looked his way and before he had a chance, the daimon whirled coming at him with a mean looking gold dagger that caught the hunter in the chest between ribs.  Nathan went to his knees, the daimon poised for the killing blow. Nathan waited for the blade to come down, but it never did. Instead he was showered in dust as the daimon flew apart. He looked up to see Noah and beside him Merle.    

 

Noah looked down at him. “When Merle told me what was happening, I knew I had to help.” 

 

“Thank you,” the hunter managed to get out. 

 

The leopard shrugged. “You'd do the same for me.”

 

Nathan nodded then fell back onto the pavement. 

 

“Let's get him inside,” Merle told the other leopard.   

 

The two cats pulled Nathan to his feet. Holding him up between them, they started for the back of the building. Nathan could hear Luna calming her friends. He was sure he'd get blamed but he was okay with that. Both women were alive and thanks to Noah, so was he.                                     

 

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*Translation: “I never meant to hurt you.” 

 

 

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