Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Your Hunter ❯ "Thinking of Dying and Somethings Brewing" ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Halfdemon 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 206 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 206 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3:
"Thinking of Dying and Somethings Brewing"
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Fox walked back and forth in his small apartment on the west side of New York. His apartment was based in Considering, New York. Everything has changed since his time in the 16th centuary. They had no cars, no tv's and diffenetly noTribal on his ass for no apparent reason of any sort, in the 16th centuary. He stopped and let out the ragged the breath that he been holding since he started pacing. They never wanted him before, so why now. He hadn't broken any of the Dranken rules. He always made sure he didn't. Fox couldn't understand why they wanted him. It really pissed his off.
He looked to his clock and it read 4:54 p.m. He had 3 hours to get himself ready for what could most likely be his death at their hands.
"What the hell, might as well, if I die...I will die at honerably..."
"And whats that Fox....Telling them to screw themselfs?"a Voice said with a accent of britain in it.
Fox actually felt the back of his right eye twitch. "Nick...you...bastard"
" Oh..come off it ladd. Don't get your knickers in a twist"
"Damn it Nick!" He said turning to the man in question. "This isn't funny! We Might die!"
"And we had a damn good life haven't we ? Couple centuries old and all the women we had...C'mon don't be sad!"
"TARSA!"
Nick smiled. "Don't be using Rusce with me...Suspe."
Fox growled at his friend. Nick Panther was his other best friend besides Cyric and Micheal. Nick was the pervert and the only one out of all them that slept with so many girls and gotten away with it. Nick was pretty tall to Fox's 6'5 with his 6'5 as well. His eyes were the same color as his animal inside of him, a pure emerald and sea water green. Those eyes could scare anyone and have a predatory gaze to them that would have you backing away from him in no time. His hair was pure mixture of black and grey with hints of auburn in there to and when you touched it was very soft and velvety, just like the animal inside of hims fur was soft to touch. His skin was a brown color that had people always mistaken him for a spainard. But no he was British. Down to his perverted ways.
Nick looked at Fox and raised his perferctly arched eyebrow and glared at Fox. If Nick hadn't known the damn Dranken...he would have killed him. But as the fates had it, he couldn't kill Fox.
"Look Fox, I'm here to tell you that the others and I have planned to meet at Cyric's to get together and see why the Tribal want us at they're house for a bonanza!"
"I don't see how you make a Joke out of this Panther"
Sigh. "And you never will. Now be there an hour before we departure for the dead house and don't be late Dranken...."
"Nick I'm sorry...I'm jus-"
"I know Fox...its them! Who wouldn't be on the edge?"
"Yeah..."
"We have no reason to know what they are planning but we will know...if..."
"We're not dead"
"Exactly"
~~~~~~~~~
It was really chilly in the October night. It always was. The times had changed from the 16th Centuary.
Nick would always miss the 16th centuary but, this 20th centuary was better than any centuary he so far lived. He walked along the road of Botango street in New York. This was the only city that he every felt safest in since the night he killed himself. He would never that day that lead him to kill himself. It was by far the only day out of every year he lived that he hated. the women, the anitics that lead him to off himself. He would never forget her and if had to, he would the little bitch and kill her.
But if her died this night he swore on any god that was listening that he woulf come and kill her. How he hated her. He stopped himself before his mind conjuered a picture of her. He swore at himself.
He was far away from Fox's place when he caught wind of someone very powerful close by. Taking out his gun from his back pockets, he turned into a alleyway and was about to shoot when he noticed the figure in the dark. He sighed and laughed at himself and put his gun back.
"Danvel...what are you doing here?"
The figure didn't move from it's spot, but its eyes glowed a bright fiery red. "Nick, I know you and friends are going to be having a meeting with the...ah...superior beings"
"Ah! Shucks and I thought that our little orgie was going to be secret"
Danvel dismissed the sarcasm."Believe me...its no secret...but I'm here to tell you that you and the others are not meeting the Higher Bastards in they're palace...you are to meet them in a private club called "Rosa Rosa Rosa est est" still at 7"
"What the hell...isn't latin for..."
"Yes it is...A rose is a rose is a rose..."
"Thats lame"
"Tell me about it...listen...it's pretty ackward for the Tribal to be coming to the human realm and risk exposure to meet you guys! My sources are telling me that the Tribal figure that there are Drankens and Rouges trying to bring forth an army and destroy the other worlds. It's already happen in the Soulless and Witch's realm. I don't know whats happening but my spidey sense's tell me somethings brewing and I'm going to find out what it. I also won't be there at your guys..haha...orgie"
"Well damn..and here I thought you would be the main course!"
"Oh! Sorry to disappoint you! Now I'm off...I have women to my beck and call...can't keep them waiting"
While Nick was laughing, Danvel left. Nick's laughter left him when he began to think about the Soulless and Witch's realm being in shanbles. He looked around and transported him out of there. Nick brought himself to Cyric's place and almost slipped on something on the floor when he caught himself on the bar stool and looked at the bastards that were laughing at him. He glared at Fox and Cyric but when his gaze landed on Micheal his smile widened.
"REEAALLYY..Micheal? I know you shouldn't be laughing at me when you know damn well you look like a spy waving the secrets of the opposing army"
"Lame anology Nick.." But Micheals Irish lit voice trailed off as he looked at his choice of clothing for the meeting. He was wearing black ragged jeans that had holes in the knee parts and a little whole near the groin area. He looked at his black combat boots and finally he looked at White long sleeved shirt that had a little figure in a hood cloak and a little mini version of Micheal holding its hand and with a big heart above them and on top of them its said "Im friends and buddies with the Tribal men". Micheal looked at Nick and shrugged.
"Hey I'm trying to tell them that they are my buddies and I personal don't want to get killed tonight!"
"Right by wearing that shirt?" asked Cyric.
"Hey! It might work!"
"Whatever!"
Nick laughed and went them. It was then that he noticed that Pasio and Jaime weren't there.
"Where the other 2?"
"They called just a minute ago before you popped in they said that they were on they're way here" as that was said they heard the door bell ring. Cyric went over and opened it to reveal to men who were identical in every way. To they're Auburn long hair and piercing brown eyes. They were very muscular considering they were almost the biggest men at 7'7. They looked the the three in the middle and nodded at them.
"Pasio, Jaime thanks for joining us before we go to our deaths" Fox said sarcastically.
"Yes" Pasio said with hinting Fox's Sarcasm.
"Me and my Brother are honored to be in your graces" Jaime said.
"Please..."Micheal said mumbling.
"Now that we're all here I need to tell you all about what Danvel told me when coming here" Nick said and watched as all eyes were on him and he began to tell what he had learned.
"Thinking of Dying and Somethings Brewing"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fox walked back and forth in his small apartment on the west side of New York. His apartment was based in Considering, New York. Everything has changed since his time in the 16th centuary. They had no cars, no tv's and diffenetly noTribal on his ass for no apparent reason of any sort, in the 16th centuary. He stopped and let out the ragged the breath that he been holding since he started pacing. They never wanted him before, so why now. He hadn't broken any of the Dranken rules. He always made sure he didn't. Fox couldn't understand why they wanted him. It really pissed his off.
He looked to his clock and it read 4:54 p.m. He had 3 hours to get himself ready for what could most likely be his death at their hands.
"What the hell, might as well, if I die...I will die at honerably..."
"And whats that Fox....Telling them to screw themselfs?"a Voice said with a accent of britain in it.
Fox actually felt the back of his right eye twitch. "Nick...you...bastard"
" Oh..come off it ladd. Don't get your knickers in a twist"
"Damn it Nick!" He said turning to the man in question. "This isn't funny! We Might die!"
"And we had a damn good life haven't we ? Couple centuries old and all the women we had...C'mon don't be sad!"
"TARSA!"
Nick smiled. "Don't be using Rusce with me...Suspe."
Fox growled at his friend. Nick Panther was his other best friend besides Cyric and Micheal. Nick was the pervert and the only one out of all them that slept with so many girls and gotten away with it. Nick was pretty tall to Fox's 6'5 with his 6'5 as well. His eyes were the same color as his animal inside of him, a pure emerald and sea water green. Those eyes could scare anyone and have a predatory gaze to them that would have you backing away from him in no time. His hair was pure mixture of black and grey with hints of auburn in there to and when you touched it was very soft and velvety, just like the animal inside of hims fur was soft to touch. His skin was a brown color that had people always mistaken him for a spainard. But no he was British. Down to his perverted ways.
Nick looked at Fox and raised his perferctly arched eyebrow and glared at Fox. If Nick hadn't known the damn Dranken...he would have killed him. But as the fates had it, he couldn't kill Fox.
"Look Fox, I'm here to tell you that the others and I have planned to meet at Cyric's to get together and see why the Tribal want us at they're house for a bonanza!"
"I don't see how you make a Joke out of this Panther"
Sigh. "And you never will. Now be there an hour before we departure for the dead house and don't be late Dranken...."
"Nick I'm sorry...I'm jus-"
"I know Fox...its them! Who wouldn't be on the edge?"
"Yeah..."
"We have no reason to know what they are planning but we will know...if..."
"We're not dead"
"Exactly"
~~~~~~~~~
It was really chilly in the October night. It always was. The times had changed from the 16th Centuary.
Nick would always miss the 16th centuary but, this 20th centuary was better than any centuary he so far lived. He walked along the road of Botango street in New York. This was the only city that he every felt safest in since the night he killed himself. He would never that day that lead him to kill himself. It was by far the only day out of every year he lived that he hated. the women, the anitics that lead him to off himself. He would never forget her and if had to, he would the little bitch and kill her.
But if her died this night he swore on any god that was listening that he woulf come and kill her. How he hated her. He stopped himself before his mind conjuered a picture of her. He swore at himself.
He was far away from Fox's place when he caught wind of someone very powerful close by. Taking out his gun from his back pockets, he turned into a alleyway and was about to shoot when he noticed the figure in the dark. He sighed and laughed at himself and put his gun back.
"Danvel...what are you doing here?"
The figure didn't move from it's spot, but its eyes glowed a bright fiery red. "Nick, I know you and friends are going to be having a meeting with the...ah...superior beings"
"Ah! Shucks and I thought that our little orgie was going to be secret"
Danvel dismissed the sarcasm."Believe me...its no secret...but I'm here to tell you that you and the others are not meeting the Higher Bastards in they're palace...you are to meet them in a private club called "Rosa Rosa Rosa est est" still at 7"
"What the hell...isn't latin for..."
"Yes it is...A rose is a rose is a rose..."
"Thats lame"
"Tell me about it...listen...it's pretty ackward for the Tribal to be coming to the human realm and risk exposure to meet you guys! My sources are telling me that the Tribal figure that there are Drankens and Rouges trying to bring forth an army and destroy the other worlds. It's already happen in the Soulless and Witch's realm. I don't know whats happening but my spidey sense's tell me somethings brewing and I'm going to find out what it. I also won't be there at your guys..haha...orgie"
"Well damn..and here I thought you would be the main course!"
"Oh! Sorry to disappoint you! Now I'm off...I have women to my beck and call...can't keep them waiting"
While Nick was laughing, Danvel left. Nick's laughter left him when he began to think about the Soulless and Witch's realm being in shanbles. He looked around and transported him out of there. Nick brought himself to Cyric's place and almost slipped on something on the floor when he caught himself on the bar stool and looked at the bastards that were laughing at him. He glared at Fox and Cyric but when his gaze landed on Micheal his smile widened.
"REEAALLYY..Micheal? I know you shouldn't be laughing at me when you know damn well you look like a spy waving the secrets of the opposing army"
"Lame anology Nick.." But Micheals Irish lit voice trailed off as he looked at his choice of clothing for the meeting. He was wearing black ragged jeans that had holes in the knee parts and a little whole near the groin area. He looked at his black combat boots and finally he looked at White long sleeved shirt that had a little figure in a hood cloak and a little mini version of Micheal holding its hand and with a big heart above them and on top of them its said "Im friends and buddies with the Tribal men". Micheal looked at Nick and shrugged.
"Hey I'm trying to tell them that they are my buddies and I personal don't want to get killed tonight!"
"Right by wearing that shirt?" asked Cyric.
"Hey! It might work!"
"Whatever!"
Nick laughed and went them. It was then that he noticed that Pasio and Jaime weren't there.
"Where the other 2?"
"They called just a minute ago before you popped in they said that they were on they're way here" as that was said they heard the door bell ring. Cyric went over and opened it to reveal to men who were identical in every way. To they're Auburn long hair and piercing brown eyes. They were very muscular considering they were almost the biggest men at 7'7. They looked the the three in the middle and nodded at them.
"Pasio, Jaime thanks for joining us before we go to our deaths" Fox said sarcastically.
"Yes" Pasio said with hinting Fox's Sarcasm.
"Me and my Brother are honored to be in your graces" Jaime said.
"Please..."Micheal said mumbling.
"Now that we're all here I need to tell you all about what Danvel told me when coming here" Nick said and watched as all eyes were on him and he began to tell what he had learned.