Two
weeks passed as Roan and I patrolled the streets. It was hard; I mean the Daimons just weren't equipped with
tracking devices. St. Louis isn't exactly a small town either. It was usually a
few days between appearances. Acheron needed to find out who was warping time
and quick. I was sure Roan and I were missing some events. News reports told us
that much. We needed more people.
Roan
and I got back to the condo one morning right as the sun was rising. It didn't
bother the Katagari. He wasn't allergic
to the huge ball of fire in the sky. What I wouldn't give for that luxury again
but my Dark Hunter powers were back. The only thing that was still relatively
off was my eye color, only changing when a fight was on. It didn't make
fighting difficult. It was like automatic.
As
we entered the foyer that separated the garage from the kitchen, Roan stopped
dead in his tracks and scented the air. The hair on the back of my neck rose as
I sensed the presence as well. It was Acheron. There was someone with him
though, someone neither of us knew.
Walking
through the doorway that led from the kitchen to the living room I saw him. He
was about six-foot-two, one eighty. His hair was a dark auburn and his eyes
were a pale green. He wore a blue tee
shirt and black jeans. His stance was one of a fighter. 'Oh great.’ I thought.
‘Just what I need, a Hunter with a chip on his shoulder.'
“Busy
night?” The boss asked.
Roan
gave him the finger and I nodded adding, “I second that.”
Ash
shook his head. “Very funny.”
“Is
this our help? Kinda young isn't he?”
My were comrade asked.
The
big guy explained. “He's an old soul.” The new guy smiled as Ash
continued. “He isn't your normal
Hunter.”
I
laughed at that. “Find me one that is.”
My
roommate nodded. “Good point. So, 'not
so normal', What makes you so special?”
Acheron
answered for him. “He's on loan from the Morrigan. His bloodline can be traced from 700 AD.”
“A
Celt, like Talon.” I mused.
“Somewhat.”
The boss hedged.
I
sighed. “Do you ever give straight answers?”
Acheron
raised an eyebrow. “Do you actually want me to answer that?” I growled in
frustration. The new guy laughed as
Acheron turned to him. “Do you have all you need?” The strange Hunter nodded as
the boss added. “This isn't going to be easy for you.”
“When
is it ever?” The new guy asked.
Acheron
nodded and flashed out. The three of us were left to stare at each other in
silence.
Figuring
I'd be the ambassador of good will, I offered my hand. He took it and I felt a
power flow through me. It was electric
and alive. This was definitely no 'normal' Hunter.
I
made the introductions. “I'm Nathan. Nate if you want. That's Roan.” Roan shook the guy's hand. He almost flashed
out himself. I assured our new helper. “We'll show you around tomorrow night.”
He
shook his head. “No need. I know my way around.”
Roan
asked. “How's that?”
The
Hunter smiled sadly. “I died here. You
can call me Irish.” He walked off down
the hall to the bathroom.