| ~ Playing With Fire, page 2 ~ |
| �Jus� tryin� t�make a dolla�,� he spoke softly with an accent that wasn�t quite French. I�d caught a Cajun. How wonderful, I smiled evilly to myself. �Really? I think I�ll kill you now,� I stated in a bored monotone. �Non, non chere!� He almost shouted. �The wolf in me wants a good reason not to kill you. I think that if I were you, I�d give it a good reason,� I told him coldly. ��� �That�s what I thought,� I replied disgustedly as I shifted back into my full human shape. I grabbed his shirt and threw him away from me. As he stumbled away, I reached towards him and grabbed his wallet. I opened the tooled leather and saw it was monogrammed with the initials �RLB�. I smiled quite diabolically at the chance I saw. �Wait,� I said to him as he slunk away in the shadows. �Oui?� He questioned as he glanced at he from over his shoulder. I strode up to him, and told my wolf to go away. It did, but it reminded me that it would always be there, whether I like it or not. �What�s your name?� I asked him as I cocked my head. He narrowed his eyes, or at least that�s what I thought he did. It was hard to tell. The sun was coming up, but he still had his sunglasses on. �M�name is Remy. Your turn,� he stated. I snarled, �Last name.� He grinned. He knew that he had the upper hand, �Firs� I wan� your firs� name. Den we�ll get t�da las� name.� I shook my head in silent rage, and cursed at my wolf to stay put. �My name is Morrigan.� A smile twisted his lips, �LeBeau. Remy LeBeau.� He wasn�t lying. The name matched the initials. Unless the wallet was stolen, which was possible. He was a member of the notorious Thieves Guild. I knew that, because he was one of the people I had be warned about by my only trusted companion. He cocked his eyebrow, obviously expecting me to tell him my last name. I sighed; I had a feeling he would be able to tell if I lied. So I told him the truth. �Hunter. Morrigan Hunter.� �Dat wasn� so hard, was it?� He grinned. I changed the subject as fast as I could, �You�re a member of the Thieves Guild. I want in. You�re going to help me.� �An why should I �elp you, chere?� He asked. �You�ll help me because if you don�t, the wolf gets to come out and play. Wolf wants to play with you. And when wolf is done playing with you, there�ll be nothing left of you,� I smirked. He sighed and knew that I held the winning cards, �Fine. Y�do anyt�ing to hurt anybody in de Guild, I�ll take care of ya m�self,� he grinned, �'N I can do dat.� He held up a playing card. The ace of spades, I saw. Then I saw something happen that I couldn�t believe. The card started to glow. It glowed a bright whitish-red. Then he threw it. When it hit the side of the building, it exploded. There was quite a bit of damage for such a small object. A crater the size of a large watermelon. I looked at him in a new light. I nodded, �I won�t hurt anyone. Purposely or otherwise.� He nodded back at me, turned on his heel, and started off in the shadows, leaving me to trail him. I knew that he could hurt me. I also knew that I could hurt him. But, as I watched him stroll ahead of me, I wasn�t too sure I wanted to hurt him. |