Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Tarot ❯ Lovers ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Moonsister 
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 309 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 309 | Status: Work In Progress
Lovers
Duality
n 1: being twofold; a classification into two opposed parts or subclasses; "the dichotomy between eastern and western culture" [syn: dichotomy] 2: (physics) the property of matter and electromagnetic radiation that is characterized by the fact that some properties can be explained best by wave theory and others by particle theory [syn: wave-particle duality] 3: (geometry) the interchangeability of the roles of points and planes in the theorems of projective geometry
The Yin and Yang, the balance that the Universe teeters on. The fine wire that divides love and hate. The power of magnetic forces that which governs our lives. Where do we fall in the opposing forces that holds the World on It's axis? Hagalaz, by the will or force of Nature, our Mother Earth, balance may be found and maintained.
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The creature that was once called Anna stood at the glass of the Intensive Care visitor's window. Half staring at the being on the other side, half at her own reflection. Ebony hair had turned white as snow, happy sparkling eyes turned devoid of humor, or any emotion at all. She now looked ageless, timeless, made of marble. She had lived, not by her own will, but the will of the powers that flowed through her. She could not be killed for the rage that had consumed her previous soul. Same with the man on the other side of the glass. The Craft, power that came from the center of the Earth, powers that came from the stars themselves, had chosen that this pair lived.
A grimace creased her face, still no emotion entered her pail blue eyes. She would have to chose a new name, as would the man-being before her. Their new life would start as soon as he wakened. Perhaps, she thought to herself, she would remember some of her humanity when he stood beside her again. The grimace disappated, then again, perhaps not.
Her eyes shifted to the shadowy reflections behind her. Bright emerald eyes framed by gilded hair, and a dark shadow beside her. Such a strange pair, one with the compassion to encompass the world, one with a severe case of self loathing. A heavy sigh escaped the creatures lips as she turned her attention back to her own reflection. Frozen was all she could think of herself. From her snowy hair to the ice blue of her eyes, right to the milk of her skin. The grimace returned as she turned to the pair waiting for her to speak. Her decision would be final, but to finalize it, she must speak.
"Anna is dead and gone. I am Frost." Her voice, which was once musical was now a cold croak. She reached her empathic mind out to the man in the ICU, feeling for any coherent thought. 'Taxidermy' was the telepathic response. Just one word, but it did fit. Where his tanned skin had been was now pig's skin, spiraling red lined from the stitches were etched across his body, marring it forever.
"Taxidermy is what he will be called." She announced to her employer and good friend. The pail blonde simply nodded. Turning back to the window, she eyed the specimen within. No ears, the replacement eyes had turned to coal as soon as they had been placed in his head. Taxidermy was fitting, now he was made from many animals, including people. Never to speak again, except through his craft. Never to take a solid meal again. "Go now to your muorg, then to what ever you think is best, Lady." Frost noticed the raised eyebrows, the worried look the young woman was giving her. "I have no business with the dead."
With a slight push, Robin edged Amon out of the room, and toward the coroners office. Still shaking from lack of sleep and worry for her life long friends. She would deal with the bodies, and the paper work, if so was their wish. She clung to Amon's arm all the way down to the recesses of the hospital, grateful for the silent support of man beside her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why he was there, why he wasn't Hunting all of them. Certainly with the transformation of her oldest friends. But such thoughts were pushed aside, as all she wanted was to feel the presence of someone beside her.
Amon stared at Kosaka blankly as the older man read the files he'd brought from the hospital. He knew the others where just outside the door, waiting to hear the out come of their stony leader's return. The older man behind the desk that once held Ziazen's smug presence placed the folders down and put his head in his hands.
"First the schnanaganz with the Factory, and now this?" Shaking his head he looked up to Amon, who showed no expression. "This is disgusting. I can't believe Men of the Church were involved in this!" There was silence for a moment as he looked back down at the folders before him. "I don't know what to do about this." He shook his head and turned his chair away. "Do you have options for me?"
"Robin is turning her House against Solomon." Amon began, a slight bit of pride entered his voice. "You can join us, or suffer the fate that Solomon will." This caught the attention of the elder.
"What is their fate, exactly?" He inquired.
"Solomon has been responsible for a holocaust that has been going on for over a thousand years. This," he pointed to the files on the desk, "is not the first, and won't be the last. If something isn't done. They will be exposed to the world. Eventually, they will be labeled worse than the Nazis." A shadow of a smirk crossed his handsome face. "I doubt very much anyone here wants to be labeled as such."
"You are right." Kosaka nodded his agreement. "This department will cut ties with Solomon. But what will we do? How will we be of service?"
"We will continue to be the police force for the Witches of the community. Robin's Family is all but moved here, and more are coming. We will not be short handed, or have a lack of support." With Kosaka's nod, Amon whirled out the door, and headed down toward the others. To his surprise, only Michael was standing by the door, listening for tidbits of information on the conversation within.
"So Robin's some sort of High Lady? Like a Coven Leader?" He questioned Amon's retreating back.
"Why don't you go ask her? She's at Harry's." Was all the answer the youth got. Finally, thought said youth, the sane one has returned to the scene. The boy raced toward the nearest exit, not wanting to miss another moment with his first real friend since the Factory had picked him up.
Amon listened to the hastily retreating shoes, thinking to himself that he should keep an eye on that one. Just in case the lad was thinking of userping HIS role in Robin's life. Not for a second did the thought cross his head that the boy in question really only wanted a friendly face, and a willing smile to listen to him ramble about the things he'd seen. And to listen to someone else's open tails of the world away from the one he knew.
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As was promised, Michael found Robin in Harry's, sipping espresso, and re-canting her recent 'adventures'(as she put it). She turned and smiled at him, and how his heart melted. He raced to a seat beside her at the bar, and ordered an espresso for himself. Listening in as she finished her tail of the newly created Frost and Taxidermy. He shook his head and sighed with Harry.
"So Frost and Taxidermy are coming to the STN-J?" He questioned.
"Yes, as well as some others." She responded quietly.
"You are not?" Harry softly asked.
"No. I must tend to the needs of my House. Amon will be the liason between the two." Harry and Michael simply nodded, this was the answer they expected.
"What do they do?" Michael looked at Robin's profile.
"Taxidermy is a researcher, Frost is an accountant. Both are brilliant and will be a benefit for everybody." Was her soft response.
"The STN-J has a new pay roller. And will suffer a name change." A dark, flat voice erupted behind them. Amon was not happy with the way Michael was looking at the young woman beside him. Then again, he never has been. The boy had warmed to her too quickly, and she always seemed much more relaxed in his pressanse. This he would have to watch all the more carefully now. The footsteps behind the tall stalker alerted him to incoming of the rest of the old team.
As everyone took their places in the quiet restaurant, Harry grinned. Once again, his place was the refuge of the entire team. With a green eyed Italian woman at their lead. A woman who looked, and acted so much like the mother she never knew. Only Maria did not have the kindness that oozed out of Robin. She had been much more forceful in her nature. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Maria had grown up in Italy, not showing up here at the tender age of fifteen. He watched everyone carefully as they spoke amongst one another. Watching for the signs of jealousy that could spell doom for this small band of cast-a-ways.
"When will the others get here Robin?" Michael looked to the woman beside him with excitement. "Will Lenore be one of them?" The Internet buddy that she had put him in touch with a while back had been on his mind since her telling her of the supposed death of her good friend. Robin simply nodded.
"I believe that she and her brother are on their way now." Robin responded brightly. Amon stuffed a sigh of relief, maybe the boy will keep his hands biusy with someone else, then and off Robin. As if sensing Amon's thoughts, Miho turned to look at him questioningly. She wasn't certain if she liked the idea of being over run by a bunch of juvinial High Powers running around. Amon pretended not to notice her gaze.
As on cue, heavy foot falls pounded into the quiet room. All turned to rest their gazes on a modern giant with strawberry hair and neatly kempt beard. A wide grin spread itself across his face as he paced forward toward the small green eyed woman. Without a word he picked her up and crushed her too him, then set her back down in the spot she'd last occupied.
"Cameron, this is Michael, Amon, Dojima, Karasuma, Sakaki, and Master Harry. Everyone, this is Cameron McCGee." Robin announced brightly. The giant nodded to everyone and clasped Michael's shoulder in a most friendly manner.
"Lenore is setting up shop. But she is most anxious to meet you, lad." He said with a widening of a grin. Michael's eyes got bigger, and a true smile smeared across his face. The hand on his shoulder edged him off his seat, so he waved to everyone, and nearly ran out the door, earning a solid, loud laugh from the giant's barrel chest. Said giant nodded again to everyone, and followed the small boy out the door.
"What was all that about?" Dojima leaned with a snooping sort of look toward Robin.
"All what about?" Robin looked side long at the other woman.
"You know, that giant, and Michael tripping all over himself....and what is this 'shop' thing anyway."
"Lenore is a para-psychic investigator who has the leading edges of technology to help with her field. Michael and she have been in communication for some time now. Guess they hit it off quiet nicely." She said with a small smile. Thinking to herself once again at what a handsome couple they would be if ever the time came for that.
"What does a para-psychic investigator do, anyway?" Now Sakaki's attention was no longer on his quiet conversation with Amon, but what the girls were talking about. Which, generally speaking, was more interesting than anything the older man had to say anyway.
"Para-psychics use their innate abilities to decifer crime scenes, and use particular tools: such as cameras with special lenses, electromagnetic meters, and what not. To bring hard evidence for courts to use in 'phenomenom abuse' cases."
"But none of those things truly work." Amon's attention was now on Robin completely.
"Not mainstream, no. But spend forty years after World War Two with the Russians, then another decade or so on perfecting their systems. Lenore is the first to get the gadgets to work right." There was a moment of pause. "Every now and again, she finds apprintesses. But not often. Some find her hard to get along with."
"How old is she? Forty plus?" Miho now was in complete indignation.
"Don't know for certain, but she does have memories of the first World War. Over time the memories start slipping." Robin shrugged and went back to her espresso.
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Michael had been waiting for this moment all his life it seemed. Since Robin had put him in touch with this woman, all he'd wanted was to meet her face to face. She had been such a help with so many hunts, and great person to talk to when even Robin had gone to bed. Now he was standing outside the door that sepperated them. The thin wood that once opened could never be shut again. Lenore. The name meant more to him than his caller, and he was afraid to see the person that it belonged to. He knew she was old, so he prepared himself for the sight of an aged woman, and slowly opened the door.
As he stepped in, he took in all the gadgets and whatcha-ma-hoos that cluttered the space around him. In the far corner, a frail, almost gaunt figure was stooped over a box. The figures hair was long and ragged, the same color as Robin's, he thought to himself. When she turned to take in the sight of him in her doorway, her grayed amber eyes locked with his. "Hello, you must be Michael." Her voice was a familiar rasping croak, that caused Michael to gasp.
"Lenore?" The boy stepped forward slowly, unbelieving. This gaunt figure looked twelve, not a woman well into her eighties. The figure stood, and grimmiced.
"I get this a lot." Now she smiled, and moved forward to wrap her arms around him. "Michael, I have wanted to meet you for so long...I did expect an older gentleman though. So surprise to us both?" She looked up into his eyes with a warmth and loving kindness that melted him faster than Robin's gaze.
"Hoo-ray for me then!" Slipped out of him as his own arms found their way around her. I guess Internet dating works once in a while, then. He thought to himself.
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Cameron, who had been listening on the other side of the door grinned to himself, then headed back down to the restaurant that Robin and her small band of outlaws had gathered. Hoping in a way, that he too would have a happy ending tonight. But the way that dark one was looking at Robin, and the dark scowl he got for hugging his long time friend and cohort was disconcerting. Let's see how long that lasts when Lenore starts whispering into Robin's ear again. He thought to himself as he neared the place. Once again the grin fashioned itself across his face. Maybe there was hope for him yet. If not, he could always kill the interloper...as long as the girl wasn't attached to that 'Amon' character. A werewolf had his pride, but a Lady's choice came first and foremost. 'I am the assassin that cannot be hunted. I am the stalker in the dark that cannot be stopped. I am the terror that cannot be over come. I will protect the Lady, the Queen of Heaven.' The age old chant of the Shifters Clan sprang to mind as once more his eyes took in the sight of the team's tactical leader, slumped in a dark corner. Doing his best to look like another piece of the wall. Cameron shook his head again, and took Michael's abandoned seat. Yes, he would have to wait for Lenore to talk some sense into this girl.
Duality
n 1: being twofold; a classification into two opposed parts or subclasses; "the dichotomy between eastern and western culture" [syn: dichotomy] 2: (physics) the property of matter and electromagnetic radiation that is characterized by the fact that some properties can be explained best by wave theory and others by particle theory [syn: wave-particle duality] 3: (geometry) the interchangeability of the roles of points and planes in the theorems of projective geometry
The Yin and Yang, the balance that the Universe teeters on. The fine wire that divides love and hate. The power of magnetic forces that which governs our lives. Where do we fall in the opposing forces that holds the World on It's axis? Hagalaz, by the will or force of Nature, our Mother Earth, balance may be found and maintained.
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The creature that was once called Anna stood at the glass of the Intensive Care visitor's window. Half staring at the being on the other side, half at her own reflection. Ebony hair had turned white as snow, happy sparkling eyes turned devoid of humor, or any emotion at all. She now looked ageless, timeless, made of marble. She had lived, not by her own will, but the will of the powers that flowed through her. She could not be killed for the rage that had consumed her previous soul. Same with the man on the other side of the glass. The Craft, power that came from the center of the Earth, powers that came from the stars themselves, had chosen that this pair lived.
A grimace creased her face, still no emotion entered her pail blue eyes. She would have to chose a new name, as would the man-being before her. Their new life would start as soon as he wakened. Perhaps, she thought to herself, she would remember some of her humanity when he stood beside her again. The grimace disappated, then again, perhaps not.
Her eyes shifted to the shadowy reflections behind her. Bright emerald eyes framed by gilded hair, and a dark shadow beside her. Such a strange pair, one with the compassion to encompass the world, one with a severe case of self loathing. A heavy sigh escaped the creatures lips as she turned her attention back to her own reflection. Frozen was all she could think of herself. From her snowy hair to the ice blue of her eyes, right to the milk of her skin. The grimace returned as she turned to the pair waiting for her to speak. Her decision would be final, but to finalize it, she must speak.
"Anna is dead and gone. I am Frost." Her voice, which was once musical was now a cold croak. She reached her empathic mind out to the man in the ICU, feeling for any coherent thought. 'Taxidermy' was the telepathic response. Just one word, but it did fit. Where his tanned skin had been was now pig's skin, spiraling red lined from the stitches were etched across his body, marring it forever.
"Taxidermy is what he will be called." She announced to her employer and good friend. The pail blonde simply nodded. Turning back to the window, she eyed the specimen within. No ears, the replacement eyes had turned to coal as soon as they had been placed in his head. Taxidermy was fitting, now he was made from many animals, including people. Never to speak again, except through his craft. Never to take a solid meal again. "Go now to your muorg, then to what ever you think is best, Lady." Frost noticed the raised eyebrows, the worried look the young woman was giving her. "I have no business with the dead."
With a slight push, Robin edged Amon out of the room, and toward the coroners office. Still shaking from lack of sleep and worry for her life long friends. She would deal with the bodies, and the paper work, if so was their wish. She clung to Amon's arm all the way down to the recesses of the hospital, grateful for the silent support of man beside her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why he was there, why he wasn't Hunting all of them. Certainly with the transformation of her oldest friends. But such thoughts were pushed aside, as all she wanted was to feel the presence of someone beside her.
Amon stared at Kosaka blankly as the older man read the files he'd brought from the hospital. He knew the others where just outside the door, waiting to hear the out come of their stony leader's return. The older man behind the desk that once held Ziazen's smug presence placed the folders down and put his head in his hands.
"First the schnanaganz with the Factory, and now this?" Shaking his head he looked up to Amon, who showed no expression. "This is disgusting. I can't believe Men of the Church were involved in this!" There was silence for a moment as he looked back down at the folders before him. "I don't know what to do about this." He shook his head and turned his chair away. "Do you have options for me?"
"Robin is turning her House against Solomon." Amon began, a slight bit of pride entered his voice. "You can join us, or suffer the fate that Solomon will." This caught the attention of the elder.
"What is their fate, exactly?" He inquired.
"Solomon has been responsible for a holocaust that has been going on for over a thousand years. This," he pointed to the files on the desk, "is not the first, and won't be the last. If something isn't done. They will be exposed to the world. Eventually, they will be labeled worse than the Nazis." A shadow of a smirk crossed his handsome face. "I doubt very much anyone here wants to be labeled as such."
"You are right." Kosaka nodded his agreement. "This department will cut ties with Solomon. But what will we do? How will we be of service?"
"We will continue to be the police force for the Witches of the community. Robin's Family is all but moved here, and more are coming. We will not be short handed, or have a lack of support." With Kosaka's nod, Amon whirled out the door, and headed down toward the others. To his surprise, only Michael was standing by the door, listening for tidbits of information on the conversation within.
"So Robin's some sort of High Lady? Like a Coven Leader?" He questioned Amon's retreating back.
"Why don't you go ask her? She's at Harry's." Was all the answer the youth got. Finally, thought said youth, the sane one has returned to the scene. The boy raced toward the nearest exit, not wanting to miss another moment with his first real friend since the Factory had picked him up.
Amon listened to the hastily retreating shoes, thinking to himself that he should keep an eye on that one. Just in case the lad was thinking of userping HIS role in Robin's life. Not for a second did the thought cross his head that the boy in question really only wanted a friendly face, and a willing smile to listen to him ramble about the things he'd seen. And to listen to someone else's open tails of the world away from the one he knew.
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As was promised, Michael found Robin in Harry's, sipping espresso, and re-canting her recent 'adventures'(as she put it). She turned and smiled at him, and how his heart melted. He raced to a seat beside her at the bar, and ordered an espresso for himself. Listening in as she finished her tail of the newly created Frost and Taxidermy. He shook his head and sighed with Harry.
"So Frost and Taxidermy are coming to the STN-J?" He questioned.
"Yes, as well as some others." She responded quietly.
"You are not?" Harry softly asked.
"No. I must tend to the needs of my House. Amon will be the liason between the two." Harry and Michael simply nodded, this was the answer they expected.
"What do they do?" Michael looked at Robin's profile.
"Taxidermy is a researcher, Frost is an accountant. Both are brilliant and will be a benefit for everybody." Was her soft response.
"The STN-J has a new pay roller. And will suffer a name change." A dark, flat voice erupted behind them. Amon was not happy with the way Michael was looking at the young woman beside him. Then again, he never has been. The boy had warmed to her too quickly, and she always seemed much more relaxed in his pressanse. This he would have to watch all the more carefully now. The footsteps behind the tall stalker alerted him to incoming of the rest of the old team.
As everyone took their places in the quiet restaurant, Harry grinned. Once again, his place was the refuge of the entire team. With a green eyed Italian woman at their lead. A woman who looked, and acted so much like the mother she never knew. Only Maria did not have the kindness that oozed out of Robin. She had been much more forceful in her nature. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Maria had grown up in Italy, not showing up here at the tender age of fifteen. He watched everyone carefully as they spoke amongst one another. Watching for the signs of jealousy that could spell doom for this small band of cast-a-ways.
"When will the others get here Robin?" Michael looked to the woman beside him with excitement. "Will Lenore be one of them?" The Internet buddy that she had put him in touch with a while back had been on his mind since her telling her of the supposed death of her good friend. Robin simply nodded.
"I believe that she and her brother are on their way now." Robin responded brightly. Amon stuffed a sigh of relief, maybe the boy will keep his hands biusy with someone else, then and off Robin. As if sensing Amon's thoughts, Miho turned to look at him questioningly. She wasn't certain if she liked the idea of being over run by a bunch of juvinial High Powers running around. Amon pretended not to notice her gaze.
As on cue, heavy foot falls pounded into the quiet room. All turned to rest their gazes on a modern giant with strawberry hair and neatly kempt beard. A wide grin spread itself across his face as he paced forward toward the small green eyed woman. Without a word he picked her up and crushed her too him, then set her back down in the spot she'd last occupied.
"Cameron, this is Michael, Amon, Dojima, Karasuma, Sakaki, and Master Harry. Everyone, this is Cameron McCGee." Robin announced brightly. The giant nodded to everyone and clasped Michael's shoulder in a most friendly manner.
"Lenore is setting up shop. But she is most anxious to meet you, lad." He said with a widening of a grin. Michael's eyes got bigger, and a true smile smeared across his face. The hand on his shoulder edged him off his seat, so he waved to everyone, and nearly ran out the door, earning a solid, loud laugh from the giant's barrel chest. Said giant nodded again to everyone, and followed the small boy out the door.
"What was all that about?" Dojima leaned with a snooping sort of look toward Robin.
"All what about?" Robin looked side long at the other woman.
"You know, that giant, and Michael tripping all over himself....and what is this 'shop' thing anyway."
"Lenore is a para-psychic investigator who has the leading edges of technology to help with her field. Michael and she have been in communication for some time now. Guess they hit it off quiet nicely." She said with a small smile. Thinking to herself once again at what a handsome couple they would be if ever the time came for that.
"What does a para-psychic investigator do, anyway?" Now Sakaki's attention was no longer on his quiet conversation with Amon, but what the girls were talking about. Which, generally speaking, was more interesting than anything the older man had to say anyway.
"Para-psychics use their innate abilities to decifer crime scenes, and use particular tools: such as cameras with special lenses, electromagnetic meters, and what not. To bring hard evidence for courts to use in 'phenomenom abuse' cases."
"But none of those things truly work." Amon's attention was now on Robin completely.
"Not mainstream, no. But spend forty years after World War Two with the Russians, then another decade or so on perfecting their systems. Lenore is the first to get the gadgets to work right." There was a moment of pause. "Every now and again, she finds apprintesses. But not often. Some find her hard to get along with."
"How old is she? Forty plus?" Miho now was in complete indignation.
"Don't know for certain, but she does have memories of the first World War. Over time the memories start slipping." Robin shrugged and went back to her espresso.
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Michael had been waiting for this moment all his life it seemed. Since Robin had put him in touch with this woman, all he'd wanted was to meet her face to face. She had been such a help with so many hunts, and great person to talk to when even Robin had gone to bed. Now he was standing outside the door that sepperated them. The thin wood that once opened could never be shut again. Lenore. The name meant more to him than his caller, and he was afraid to see the person that it belonged to. He knew she was old, so he prepared himself for the sight of an aged woman, and slowly opened the door.
As he stepped in, he took in all the gadgets and whatcha-ma-hoos that cluttered the space around him. In the far corner, a frail, almost gaunt figure was stooped over a box. The figures hair was long and ragged, the same color as Robin's, he thought to himself. When she turned to take in the sight of him in her doorway, her grayed amber eyes locked with his. "Hello, you must be Michael." Her voice was a familiar rasping croak, that caused Michael to gasp.
"Lenore?" The boy stepped forward slowly, unbelieving. This gaunt figure looked twelve, not a woman well into her eighties. The figure stood, and grimmiced.
"I get this a lot." Now she smiled, and moved forward to wrap her arms around him. "Michael, I have wanted to meet you for so long...I did expect an older gentleman though. So surprise to us both?" She looked up into his eyes with a warmth and loving kindness that melted him faster than Robin's gaze.
"Hoo-ray for me then!" Slipped out of him as his own arms found their way around her. I guess Internet dating works once in a while, then. He thought to himself.
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Cameron, who had been listening on the other side of the door grinned to himself, then headed back down to the restaurant that Robin and her small band of outlaws had gathered. Hoping in a way, that he too would have a happy ending tonight. But the way that dark one was looking at Robin, and the dark scowl he got for hugging his long time friend and cohort was disconcerting. Let's see how long that lasts when Lenore starts whispering into Robin's ear again. He thought to himself as he neared the place. Once again the grin fashioned itself across his face. Maybe there was hope for him yet. If not, he could always kill the interloper...as long as the girl wasn't attached to that 'Amon' character. A werewolf had his pride, but a Lady's choice came first and foremost. 'I am the assassin that cannot be hunted. I am the stalker in the dark that cannot be stopped. I am the terror that cannot be over come. I will protect the Lady, the Queen of Heaven.' The age old chant of the Shifters Clan sprang to mind as once more his eyes took in the sight of the team's tactical leader, slumped in a dark corner. Doing his best to look like another piece of the wall. Cameron shook his head again, and took Michael's abandoned seat. Yes, he would have to wait for Lenore to talk some sense into this girl.