#Fang Kattalakis

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Fang and Aimee from Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunters Series

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Única hija de los Peltier, destinada a ocupar el lugar de su madre en el Omegrión. Pero el destino quiso que ella naciera arcadiana, aunque ocultó su condición durante siglos. También ocultó su amor por Fang, el lobo katagario Kattalakis. Tuvo que pelear contra daimons, demonios y casi contra su propia famila para poder estar con quien amaba. A día de hoy, esta osa es madre de dos pequeños...¿lobos, osos, lobosos? Lo descubriremos más adelante.

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Memories || Self-Drabble

Date: July 27, 2017, 4:00 PM

Location: Scarlet Cross Manor, Logan and Catherine's room

Mentions: Catherine Turner Kattalakis, Bella, Luca, Rosemarie Kattalakis, that Kattalakis Siblings

*No mirrors were broken or Nevermore getting hit during this drabble. Maybe keys were stolen, but that's just it.

Song: "Memories” by Within Temptation

Summary: Logan stupidly drinks a potion Angelina tells him not to drink, and basically have flashbacks, awakening one of his locked powers-clairvoyance. 

Stumbling into bed, Logan had a weird, goofy like smile on his face after he accidentally drank a memory potion his mother told him not to drink. "You don't know what'll happen if you drink this-you'll remember things you'll wish you didn't want to remember." she warned him. But after a drunken night of cards and a dare from Mars, he drank the whole entire memory potion and went to bed, snoring softly.

There were things he remembered-when his sisters were born, when he tried to make mac & cheese for Brittany and nearly burned the kitchen down, going to the many dances and making a fool of himself each time he tried to scare his sister's beaus away....

Then there was the memory of when Trevor forced Brittany to kill him, her tearful 'sorries' in his ears as she drained him, whispering 'goodbye' before he died...then he came back to life...and went to the Cross Manor...

Like someone had glued the play button, he was forced to watch the first time he met Catherine-and hurt her. Something he wouldn't do now, but just watching him put his hands on her-

That's it, a voice said-a voice so terrible that it scared him. For the first time ever, Logan Andrew Kattalakis was scared as hell at whatever it was in his head, though something told him that his mother didn't really make that memory potion. Relive the day you hurt your precious witch.

Stop it, he told the voice, curling up into a ball. But it reversed itself, and the memory played again, and he had to bite down hard on his bottom lip from crying out.

"Where's my sister?!" the other Logan asked her, and Logan knew in his heart that it wasn't him-it was Trevor that took over him that day. Then before Darkness placed the curse on him, it reversed back again, like someone's sick and twisted joke.

You're a monster, Logan, the terrible voice said. Monsters don't know how to love. Monsters know how to hurt. It's time to act like one.

Then the memory changed again-and this time it was the birth of his children-Bella, Luca and Rosemarie-and how each of them were the joys of his life. Silent tears flowed down his face as he looked down at their beautiful faces, promising them to protect them from anything forever. Then it changed again-this time to a nice day outside with Bella, playing and going over to the horses.

He took Bandit out and placed the saddle over him, the black horse neighing softly as he got on and picked up Bella so she could be in front. Clicking his teeth, he kicked the horse and he cantered for a moment to the trail before Bella told him to go faster. With another click of his teeth, Bandit went faster, and hearing Bella's peal of laughter as the two rode fast, the wind in her hair before she disappeared, making Logan pull the reigns and Bandit stopping. "Bella?" he called, looking around.

"Daddy!"

Bella's screams echoed throughout the forest as he hopped off Bandit, taking a deep breath before he used a burst of energy to blur over to where Bella was, and only saw the back of the man's head, holding up a very sharp anthme...

"Close your eyes, Bell!" Logan instructed as he grabbed the man and slammed him down hard on the ground, the anthme falling out of the man's hands. Then the fight consisted of the two of them fighting, kicks and punches being thrown at each other. But at the end, it was Logan's fangs that ended his life, draining him while breaking the man's neck.

Good, the terrible voice said. Good. You're on your way to becoming a monster....

Jerking up in bed after falling a couple feet down from the bed, Nevermore yowling while taking his keys, Logan rubbed his eyes as he looked around the room. He wasn't in the forest anymore, Bella was in her room sleeping...but the blood...

Reaching up, he touched his lips, feeling it wet. Not wanting to wake Catherine, he slipped out of bed and sleepily walked over to the bathroom, where he flickered on the light...

For a moment in the mirror, he saw himself all bloody, eyes crimson and a twisted like smile appeared on his face. Backing up in fear, he took a deep breath and shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them back up to see his own reflection again, instead of the bloody monster in his vision.

"What the hell was in the potion?" he muttered as he went back to bed.

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Dragonsworn - Extended excerpt

“Remi! You can’t kill Daimons at the front door!” Dev Peltier shot across the main bar floor of Sanctuary at a dead run, with his wolfwere brother-in-law Fang Kattalakis hot on his heels.

“Sure I can,” his identical brother snarled in his earpiece. “Watch me!”

Dreading the scene of his shapeshifting twin ripping the heart out of a demon on the busy streets of New Orleans underneath a closed circuit police camera, Dev considered teleporting to stop the coming disaster, but that would only worsen this fiasco.

And guarantee them both some special quality time in a high security government lab some place where they’d never be seen or heard from again.

He and Fang barely reached the open front door in time to grab the tall, muscled mountain that sometimes passed as a human being before Remi ate the petite blonde standing nonchalantly under the outside streetlight.

And that bastard fought them with everything he had as they pulled him back from his would-be victim. A victim who didn’t appear concerned at all that she’d narrowly escaped certain death.

Remi even bit Dev in the shoulder as he struggled against them.

“Dammit!” Dev snarled. “You better have had your rabies shot, boy!”

Growling in that unique way that only a shapeshifting bear could, Remi continued to try and throw them off so that he could reach the woman who still hadn’t moved.

In fact, the Daimon yawned. Then checked her watch as if the entire event left her bored out of her mind. “Can I go in now? You two have him leashed, right?”

Fang’s jaw dropped at her nonchalant tone. “You know, Medea, given what happened the last time a bunch of you showed up here, you’ve got a lot of nerve.”

“‘Course I do. It’s what makes me the bad guy. And I’m told my half-brother’s upstairs, playing poker with your little brother. So if you don’t mind …” She headed inside as if she didn’t have a bar full of shapeshifters who’d love to make her their lunch.

Remi continued to curse them both. “They killed Maman and Papa! How could you let her waltz into our bar like that?”

Dev kept his brother in place with his forearm across Remi’s throat. “Because if you harm one hair on her head, we’ll lose our sanctuary license again. Think of your nieces and nephews!”

All of them had lost too much during the last battle that had shattered their family.

Finally, the fire went out in Remi’s eyes as he stopped struggling against them.

“We good?”

Remi nodded.

Releasing him, Dev stepped back to eye Fang. “So what idiot put hothead on the door tonight?”

Fang cast him a disgruntled glare. “I be said idiot. Thank you very much. Thought he was you. Could one of your bastards cut your hair so that I can tell you apart?”

Dev rolled his eyes. Then pointed to the double bow and arrow tattoo on his biceps. “I do have one mark that distinguishes me from the other idiots, you know?”

Fang scoffed while Remi started for the door.

“Hey, hey!” Dev caught his arm. “What’cha thinking, punkin?”

“That Maman should have eaten you when you were whelped.”

Dev snorted. “You can’t go in there and start a fight with her. Need I remind you there’s a shit ton of human tourists in that bar and Max is a bit preoccupied tonight with his dragonswan. That boy ain’t been up for air in days so we can’t count on him to help us out with the humans.”

Remi’s nose twitched in that way that said he was hellbent for blood. “Can’t his brother mindwipe them, then?”

Good question. Falcyn might have the same powers as Max. Then again, he might not. Even if he did, there was no guarantee he’d use them as helping others wasn’t exactly the surly dragon’s priority. “No idea. You want to ask Falcyn?” That shapeshifting bastard was the only creature alive with a worse attitude than Remi.

Unless you counted the former Dark-Hunter Zarek. Though to be honest, Dev would run Falcyn up against Z any day. Thrice on Sundays.

Proof to the point? Remi backed down immediately at the thought of speaking to Falcyn, and that was something his brother never did.

“I’m going to go watch her,” Remi grumbled before he headed inside.

Dev growled low in the back of his as he met Fang’s irritated smirk. “I know. Dev, go watch your brother.”

“And find me someone else to guard the door.”

“Where’s your ear p …” Dev’s voice trailed off as he remembered that one of Aimee’s favorite things was to nibble Fang’s ears in the backroom when no one else was around. Disgusted with the thought of his baby sister touching anything male in a sexual way, he grimaced. “Never mind. I’ll grab Cherif. You can’t miss him. He’s the one who looks like me, but isn’t.”

“That could also be Quinn.”

“Don’t remind me.” It was hell to be one of four identical quads. Only Aimee and the Dark-Hunter Acheron had ever been able to tell them apart.

And Dev’s wife, Sam. She’d never once confused him with his brothers, which was one of many reasons he loved her.

“Double time, Bear!” Fang snapped. “Don’t need your brother starting some shit while we’ve got humans around to witness it!”

Letting out a bear growl in his throat, Dev went to find Remi before the bear really did eat the Daimon, and start another war they didn’t need to fight.  

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Medea screwed her face up at all the humans in the dark, noisy bar as they swayed to the music of the Howlers. Gah, how she hated them. Though to be honest, it would be quite a feast for her should she choose to indulge, not that she needed their blood to feed— unlike the others of her kind.

For her, it was just fun payback …

More tempted than she ought to be, she forced herself to ignore all the throats that would be so easy to rip open and searched for her half-brother’s familiar face. Though she and Urian were technically enemies who fought on opposite sides of this war, he was still one of the few people she considered her friend.

Right now, she had dire news he needed to hear.

“Hey baby! You looking for me?”

Medea curled her lip at the cheesy come-on line. Worse? The filthy human stank of cheap alcohol and some cologne he must have bought off a clearance drugstore aisle. “Out of my way.”

“Ah, now, why you want to do me like that?” He put a rough grip on her arm to hold her by his side.

Laughing, she bit her lip seductively. “Sugar, you have no idea what I really want to do with you …”

His eyebrows shot north. “Oh yeah?”

“Ummm-hmmm.” She stepped into his arms as she dreamed of gutting him on the floor.

An instant later, he was snatched back and shaken like a dog would do its favorite toy. “Take a hike.”

The human started to attack, until he caught sight of the man who’d grabbed him. That took every bit of bluster out of him and he quickly dashed away.

Not that Medea blamed him. This Were-Hunter was huge, even by their inhuman standards. Tall. Well-muscled. His caramel skin would make any woman’s mouth water. And to her instant horror, she wasn’t immune to his charms.

In fact, she was strangely breathless as her gaze went to a pair of silvery blue eyes that practically glowed. Between that and his black hair, she’d almost think him a Dream-Hunter. Indeed, his powers were strong enough to be godlike.

The air around her was rife with them. It crackled in a way that was reminiscent of Acheron Parthenopaeus— an Atlantean god who pretended to be a Dark-Hunter for reasons only he knew. More than that, she couldn’t even tell what breed this particular Were-Hunter belonged to. Bear, wolf, bird, lion, leopard, panther, tiger, dragon, jaguar, cheetah or jackal. He was that powerful.

“What are you?”

Falcyn felt an odd half smile curve his lips. A rare, rare thing for him. But then it’d been a long time since he’d seen a morsel as tasty as this one. Her white-blond hair was an unusual shade, but natural. And it contrasted sharply with her black eyes.

And she wasn’t just a Daimon. There was something a lot stronger inside her. Something he could taste and smell. The scent of it was like honey to his tongue.

“Hungry,” he whispered.

She actually rolled her eyes and stepped around him.

A sound rumbled out of him that was even more rare than his smile. Took him a few seconds to realize it was a laugh.

No one had ever been so dismissive of him. Mostly because he ate those idiots and picked his teeth with their bones. And before he even realized what he was doing, he was after her.

She paused in the crowd to turn around and glare at him. “Oh, I see. You’re a dog. Well, Fido, I’m sure there are some nice little humans over at the bar who’d like to take you home and pet you. I’m not one of them. So go on, boy.” She clicked her tongue like a human would do their pet or a stray they were trying to get rid of. “Go on! Shoo!”

As she started to leave, Falcyn licked his lips. “So you’re the queen bitch of the Daimons. They told me you were something else. But how many of them know you have demon blood inside you?”

She quirked a brow at his question, then gave him an insidious smile that made his cock jerk. “Before or after I kill them?” Her gaze narrowed as she swept a gimlet stare over him that said she was sizing him up for battle. “And you’re wrong about my title. The queen would be my mother.”

“Then what would that make you?”

“Daddy’s most precious little girl.”

He belly-laughed. Something that made every Were-Hunter near them step back and gape.

That finally took some of the bluster out of her as she caught sight of their uncharacteristic actions.

And fear. Especially since they never feared anything.

Except him.

“Who are you?” she asked with a note of reservation in her voice.

“Wrong question.”

“How so?”

“It’s not so much who am I … as what am I.”

Medea felt a tremor of fear finally roll down her spine. “You’re not one of them, are you?” The Were-Hunters had been created aeons ago by the king of Arcadia in a desperate attempt to save the lives of his sons from a curse placed upon their mother’s race by the Greek god Apollo— Medea’s own grandfather. Seeking to elongate the lives of his sons, the king had bargained with a Sumerian god to magically splice their DNA with animals.

It’d worked and the Sumerian god and Arcadian king had created two races of shapeshifters. Those who held human hearts, called Arcadians. Human in their base forms, they could take animal form. And the Katagaria who had animal hearts and were able to shift into humans.

The “man” in front of her shook his head slowly to indicate that he fell into neither group. As he said, he was something else entirely.

Yet he bore the scent of a Katagari warrior. An animal at heart and in base form. She knew the raw, preternatural musk that permeated their breed. It was unlike anything else in the world. And though tinged with something else, it was unmistakable.    

This wasn’t a man she was dealing with, but a creature of immense power.

“Like you, princess, I’m something much, much older that those half-Greek byblows… Deadlier. And unpredictable.”

“I know you’re not a god.”

He approached her slowly, and while it wasn’t in her to ever retreat, she found herself stepping back to keep from being overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. By the magnitude of his arcane powers that seemed to grow stronger the longer she was here.

“Nay, love,” he breathed in her ear with that deep, resonant baritone. “But there are things in this world that even the gods fear.”

And he was definitely one of them. She knew it with every single molecule of her being.

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Descarga La noche de la luna negra (Sherrilyn Kenyon)

  Una vertiginosa historia de amor imposible entre dos seres de especies diferentes. La decimoctava entrega de la saga de romance paranormal «Cazadores Oscuros»… Categoría: Romántica Fang Kattalakis no es un lobo cualquiera; es el hermano de dos de los miembros más poderosos del Omegrion, el consejo que dicta las leyes de los Cazadores Arcadios […]

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Touch of God

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by chewysugar

A young, naive angel fell from Heave in an act of rebellion to save a soul in torment.

A man became a god but lost the one shred of love he'd found in his nightmare of a human life.

Castiel and Acheron meant the universe to each other in the days before recorded history. One night they reunite by happenstance at Sanctuary, opening old wounds and making way for new scars. But the best thing about such injuries?

They can be healed.

Words: 2454, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural, Dark-Hunter Series - Sherrilyn Kenyon

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Acheron Parthenopaeus, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Aimee Peltier, Fang Kattalakis, Kyrian of Thrace, Talon, Valerius Magnus, Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Artemis (Dark-Hunter Series), Styxx (Dark-Hunter Series), Savitar (Dark-Hunter Series), Simi Parthenopaeus, Apollymi (Dark-Hunter Series), Apollo

Relationships: Castiel/Acheron Parthenopaeus

Additional Tags: Crossover, Hurt/Comfort, Past Relationship(s), Sleeping Together, Reunions, Reunion Sex, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Secret Past

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Battle | Dark-Hunter

•Dark-Hunter | AU (where Vane is mated to an OC) •VanexOC The rain had stopped since she'd been captured. Staring out the rusted window bars at the 3/4 moon, Rainlily silently prayed that her mate was on the trail of Stryker's scent. No doubt the were-hunter had gotten a search party together. A sigh escaped her lips before a loud clang was heard against the door of her cell. Growling low to herself for being so distracted she hadn't heard the footsteps, she turned her head, her leather corset of black with ice blue ribbons giving the only other noise in her cell. "What do you want, damn it?" "H-hey. The she-wolf's got a tongue to her." the Daimon standing at the door grinned cockily, making Rainlily want to literally knock the souls out of the male. It was because of them that her bloodline, and the war between Katagarians and Arcadians existed. "I'll ask you again, daimon. What. The hell. Do. You want?" Rainlily said, grinding her teeth as she kept her composure despite venom rolling of her tongue on the species of which she spoke to. "The name, arcadian, is Deadros." the male growled, giving a faint smirk as the she-wolf cringed at the name. "Your little wolf friends won't be finding us anytime soon. So you might a well sleep." "I know your little tricks, demon." Rainlily growled, her magic kicking in to form an invisible barrier around her. "And so long as I'm here, I'm not going to sleep." The ensuing hiss told her that she had been right, and the daimon had released a gas into the room seconds before she'd set up the barrier. Thank the gods she knew daimons well since Sakano's death. At the thought of her late brother, Rainlily sighed and moved to sit in a corner of the cell, where she hummed a sad song and waited for contact from Vane. "Vane, the team's ready and we're waiting on you, man." Fang Kattalakis said as he entered the room. Recently waking from a coma, he had been working to get his strength back to where it had been before they'd gotten news that his brother's mate had been kidnapped. He looked at where his older litter mate stood silently, wondering what could be going through his brother's mind before Vane turned and looked at him, a hand clenched around a pendant that he wore constantly. Vane looked into Fang's eyes, and he knew the mixed emotions he was feeling registered in his eyes, because Fang gave a hopeful smile. "We'll find her, Vane. But we can't do it alone. You're more connected to Rain, so we need your help on this." Vane nodded. "I know, brother. But it's a daimon that's been after her for years of her life, Fang. He's wanted her blood pretty much since she was born." His hand clenched around the pendant of a silver wing with a wolf etched into the feathers - one of the two pendants Rainlily had made. He had been given one while she wore the other, both of them proud to. The increasing worry wasn't helping him any, so he released the wing and started forward. "Let's go. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll find her and I can kill as many of these jerks as I can." Fang nodded and followed his brother from the room, ready to search until commanded otherwise to stop. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was Fury, the leader of the pack that had once been Fang, Fury and Vane's father's. "Vane, are you ready?" the once lone wolf inquired. "Yes. And thank you for helping me, Fury." Fury shrugged nonchalantly. "No big. Mates are a big deal in our world. I'm not sure why, but they are." "I don't think you'd understand until you're there, Fury." Vane gave a slight smile. "I didn't know either until Rain came along." he paused. "Let's go. I need to find her before anything happens." As the members of the search party began to leave, Fang came up alongside his brother. "You haven't mated yet?" Vane shook his head. "With everything else going on, do you really think there was time?" he sighed near silently. "That's why you're so worried, isn't it?" Fang questioned. "You haven't claimed each other." "Precisely. If there had been time, we agreed our lives would be eternal hell without each other, so-" "You two intend to bond, huh?" Fang asked with a grin. "Yes, Fang." Vane answered quietly. "If not, there wouldn't be a point in living if one died." "You really think so?" "Like I told Fury, you have to be in the situation to really know." Vane reiterated with a faint smile. He exited the Peltier house and joined the four wolves ready for orders. With a brief nod, Vane changed into his wolf form, an all white timber wolf, before bolting off into the woods of New Orleans. "Anything out of her yet?" a male voice asked, causing Rainlily to look up into the eyes of Stryker himself. "Well, well, he does speak up." she said venomously, standing slowly. "If I were you, I'd keep my smart ass mouth shut." Stryker assessed. "Well I'm not you now, am I?" Rainlily snapped, crossing her arms. "You've been in our holding for close to eight hours, how do you feel on that?" "I feel the same as I did when your goons hit me - pissed the fuck off." Frozen ice blue orbs met swirling silver. "You know, you're eyes were blue last time I looked at your ugly fucking face. Are you trying to be like Acheron?" Her response was narrowed eyes that swirled and spun until they were the blue of when she'd met the immortal 400 years ago. "Ooo, a reaction of ticked off. Haven't seen that in a while, Stryker." What happened next gave Rainlily a sense of smug satisfaction. "You little bitch!" Stryker growled, slamming against the bars of her cell door. The door itself shook and clanged as the guard grabbed his superior about the waist. "You think you're so damn smug just because you managed to escape me 400 years ago?" "Actually, I think my brother and I escaped you many times over the 400 years you speak about." Rainlily smirked evilly, loving the reaction she was getting. Stryker growled furiously and once more attacked the bars, reaching as far as his body would allow him, clawed fingers grabbing towards the Arcadian wolf. "You won't get away this time. I'm going to kill you! You and that Apollo-damned lykos of yours!" "Vane has nothing to do with this battle, Stryker. Take your sexual frustrations out on someone else." Rainlily smarted back, dropping one arm to hang at her side while the free hand was placed at her hip. Her stance was pure cockiness. "I'd prefer you to use one of your ever-gay men, but if not, that's fine too." The room went still and silent as a pack of undeniable howls broke the surface of their hearing. "Vane." Rainlily breathed, a smile curving her lips at the thought of the male. "Damn, how did they find us so soon?" Stryker cursed beneath his breath. "Send out the first commanders to beat them back!" He pulled from the guard's hold and glared at Rainlily. "Get her prepared for the ceremony. I'll make her watch the death of her beloved lykos." Turning on his heel, he stormed off down the hall, leaving the guard alone with the woman. "Come on, wolf." the guard said, the tone implying it was meant to offend Rainlily, though it didn't. "Let's get you ready for the show." He reached into his coat and pulled out the key, unlocking the door before stepping into the cell. 'Idiot.' Rainlily thought before swinging a kick at full speed at the daimon's head, landing the force and successfully knocking the male down. With angelic grace but demonic speed, she withdrew the daimon's sword and placing a foot on either side of the male's head. "Maybe you'll learn, my friend. Never-" she cut herself off and lowered the blade to the daimon's neck. "Never insult a were-hunter female and expect to get away when you enter their den." This said, she swiftly moved the sword to sever the head from the body before slamming the blade into the chest and into the blot mark and grinning as the body disintegrated into dust. "Now then, I need to get the hell out of here and help my mate. Please don't blow away." Her tone sarcastic, she grabbed her trench-coat from the cot and walked out as she slipped it onto her lithe form. Vane led the group towards the hideout, a furious anger burning in his chest. Rainlily had been taken from him by the person who had hunted her for years, and there was no way he was going to stop until the she-wolf was once again in his arms where she belonged. Slowing down until the group was about 100 yards from the cave that led into the place Stryker was holding his mate, he tilted his head back and let a howl tear through the silence, the 3/4 moon shimmering along his white fur. Behind him, his two brother joined in, as did the rest of the group and for a moment after, they waited. "Vane, we should get in there." Fang said, concern for his sister-in-law rising in his heart. "No, wait." Vane contested,staring down. As if on cue, a single howl rose up from the area they were about to attack. "Remember, no holding back. They kidnapped her in cold blood, we'll kill as such in return. Until Rainlily is safe, we don't show mercy." "Understood," Fury said. "You heard him. No mercy until the she-wolf is safe." The three accompanying katagari nodded and prepared for the ambush. Rainlily charged through as many of the daimons as she could, swiftly stabbing each in turn in the right place. Her focus was on finding her mate and the group who had braved Stryker's holding cell in the backwoods of New Orleans. It didn't take her long to come close the entrance of a room, and she froze in her tracks. Stryker stood behind a row of guards, one such guard held a blade dangerously close to Vane's neck as the male quivered between his forms. She growled low in her throat. "So what's it going to be, Arcadian?" Stryker asked, smirking the entire time, as his swirling blue/silver eyes watched her. "You or the lykos?" Rainlily stared at the still flashing Vane. Her heart hurt to see him in such pain. Yet she knew there was no other choice. "Let me say goodbye at least." She said softly, eyes beginning to shimmer. The wounded Katagari stared at her. None could believe she would martyr herself for the good of the pack. "Very well" Stryker cooed venomously, waving at his men to back away from the Lykos. Rainlily approached slowly, kneeling beside the wolf and lowering her face to whisper in the male's ear. "We'll win this, Vane. Give me a moment to show my hatred and we can go." She healed him as she spoke. "Keep changing back and forth until then." She pulled away, a tear falling from her eye as she reached out to lay a hand atop the still changing male. "I love you." She said loud enough for the daimons to hear. She then stood and held her arms out so that she could be cuffed once more. "Do it quickly. I do not wish for him to see me suffer." Stryker grinned as if he'd just won his battle for the world. "Take her." His men stepped closer to the Arcadian before she smirked. In a flash, she balanced on one foot to spin a high-speed kick at the heads of three of the soldiers, taking them out for a moment while she dropped down to one knee, pulling an athame from her boot and stabbing it into the hearts of the two remaining men before spinning to do the same to the three she'd knocked back. "Sorry to cut things short, Stryker, but I have better things to do than die at your command." She rushed over to Vane, who sat up instantly, his mate's healing having worked, before he grabbed her hand and flashed them over to the bundle of hurt katagari. The group reached out to lay a hand against Rainlily's leg before they vanished together. Stryker screamed at the injustice of losing as he threw himself against a wall in frustration. Rainlily took a few deep breaths as she focused on healing the last of the katagari. Fury, she recalled. Vane's litter mate. He was the epitome of his name, as she'd been able to hear about his own battles against the daimons that had kidnapped his brother's mate. Rainlily laughed as she listened, amused at the wolf's intense love of battle. "Sounds like you had fun, then." "Probably more than he should have, seeing as they are our cousins." Vane's voice said softly. Rainlily turned in her chair and looked at the door. "Yet they were not our cousins for trying to kill me, correct?" she inquired. Vane nodded. "This is true," he said, shoving from the doorway. He crossed the room in four steps and pulled the female Arcadian to stand against him. "If you do not mind, Fury, I would like a moment alone with my mate." The answer was the other white timber wolf to stand and walk out. "Are you ready?" Rainlily smiled. "The battle is over." She began. "Of course I'm ready."

[truebloodrandazzo]

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[incorrectdarkhunterqotes]

This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame, and self-torment.

Fang Kattalakis

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Logan and the Bloofer Lady|| drabble

Date: May 12, 2017, 11:22 PM

Location: On A Boat, Logan's Cage

Mentions: Mina Murray, Felicity Gainsbourough, brief mentions of Dracula, Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, Sir Arthur Holmwood and Dr. Seward, and Isobel von Swartzchild

TW: Me writing Lucy Westerna, aka Bloofer Lady to Logan, either right or quite terribly. (you be the judge), murder

Notes: While on the Boat, Logan meets a charming woman who calls herself 'Bloofer Lady' who helps him feed for a while before she disappears. Also, this is my version of Lucy Westerna because I'm planning on making an indie blog for her once I get done with reading Dracula so...yay. So for now she's a guest on this blog till I make her blog (and she'll be all faceless blonde females till I finally get her faceclaim).  Also, awkward moment when I have two Vlads following me (one Brittany's in love with...)

"Well, aren't you a bad boy." a voice called from the other side of the cage, making Logan crack open his eyes. Across from him was a beautiful blonde girl, wearing a white gown that looks Victorian or something he'd seen Brittany and his mama wear a thousand times. Her skin was a deathly pale white, a crown of blonde hair falling like a curtain framing her face, and delicate fingers curling on the onyx bars while her gentle blue eyes stared at him. He could have sworn that it was Felicity, but realized that it wasn't-she was a vampire, but not one of his.

"Felicity, if this is some damn joke of yours-"

"Who's Felicity? Your lover?” the girl asked, slightly turning her head to the side, thinking for a moment before she finally got it, like a spark going off in her head. "Your fiancee like my Arthur?"

The other vampire made a confusing face before shaking his head. "No, Felicity's not my fiancee-she's my progeny."

"Progeny?" she echoed, turning her head to the side, as if she never actually heard of that word before. "She's not your bride?"

"Wha-no Felicity's not my bride at all. I don't-I mean, I already have a 'Bride' if you can call-" but he clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to spill anymore information about himself. "Who are you, exactly?"

The girl stood there in all her white glory, her turned slightly to the information she just received. Confusion gone from her features as she stood there like a doll, thinking about her answer. "In England they called me Lucy," she answered. 'They also called me the Bloofer Lady as well...but you can call me Bloofer Lady as well, if you like."

Lucy....Bloofer Lady....she can't make up her mind about her name, could she? "Alright...Bloofer Lady, though what kind of name is that anyway-what are you doing down here?" Though he could have sworn he heard his brother Brian talk endlessly about a girl named Lucy....

"Why, to come back home, of course!" Bloofer Lady answered, a huge smile on her face. "I haven't been back home in ages. I wonder how my dearest Mina is doing? I know she and Jonathan are engaged to be married, and the world has changed since then. I wonder does the nice Count still lives in England as well?"

"Count?" that had gotten Logan's attention. "What Count?"

The question made the Bloofer Lady stop and frown a bit. "I never knew his name, sadly, but I knew he came to me one night and turned me into what I am." she answered, walking away from the cage for a moment. "I waited for him to come for me...but he never did. Why do you think he never came for me, bad boy?" she asked, turning to face him. "Or should I call you Bad Dog? You look like a doggie-a really cute one."

He ran a hand down his face, already bored (or is it annoyed?) with Bloofer Lady already. And the other 'Count'-like man he knew was his family's killer, but he's miles away, possibly far away from him so he wouldn't kill him. "I am neither cute or a 'bad dog'. My name is Logan Kattalakis, and sometimes my family call me a bulldog. As for why this Count never coming for you, I don't know why he didn't come for-"

"But Arthur came for me. Yes, Arthur-and Dr. Seward and Dr. Van Helsing. Yes they came for me. But they stopped me." at this, Bloofer Lady frowned, picking up her skirts so she could sit down on the floor across from Logan. "They wanted to stop me when all I wanted was for Arthur to come with me, to kiss me-" at this, tears welled in her eyes before she started to wail.

"Oh gosh...no, no don't cry," Logan tried to coax her from his cage, hating when females cry. He hated it when his sisters cried, leaving him no way to fix the problem. "Don't cry, Bloofer Lady, don't cry..."

"But Arthur....Arthur tried to kill me with that wicked stake....and Dr. Van Helsing, that evil man, used some kind of cross on me to stop..." Bloofer Lady cried before she got up. Using a burst of speed, she was instantly in front of Logan's cage, eyes crimson red, needle-like fangs dropping from her gums as she instantly grabbed his chain and yanked him towards her. "Why shouldn't I cry?! All I want is my Arthur, for us to be happy....that's all I wanted. Now Arthur's dead, Van Helsing's somewhere rotting away in hell, and I'm still here without my Mina." at this, she wailed again, yanking harder than ever.

He let out a yelp when Bloofer Lady grabbed his chains and yanked him towards the cell, putting his hands on the onyx bars as he watched this vampire weep before him. "But think about it, Arthur's probably in Heaven right now-"

"And how many men have you killed?!" Bloofer Lady shouted. "HOW MANY?"

"Please...Bloofer Lad-"

"Who turned you? How did you die?" The questions kept coming, one after another, and it made Logan close his eyes before he finally told her.

"My sister killed me because she was forced to do it." he answered. "Trevor...Bishop...told her to do it that night. And I know she hated herself from doing it because I see it in her eyes every anniversary of our family's death-or the Destruction of the Kattalakis Pack. And I was turned by Isobel von Swartzchild.”

The Bloofer Lady had gotten quiet when he heard Logan's answer, her eyes widening at what he said. "Your sister killed you...why would she do such a thing? Is she a kind woman? A vampire, like us?"

A small smile appeared on his lips at the questions and shook his head. "She's as sweet as iced tea," Logan answered.  "And she's not...she'a s hybrid."

"A what?"

"Half-vampire, half-werewolf."

She nodded before hearing someone coming down the stairs. A moment passed and the Bloofer Lady went upstairs for a moment, then came back down, a dazed look on the male's face. "See my friend there?" she said sweetly, leading the compelled man over to Logan.

The male nodded and instantly Logan's fangs came down, his hunger coming up full force, making him growl. The monster inside of him growled once he heard the heartbeat thundering in his ears, making him lick his lips as the Bloofer Lady instructed him to open the cage.

"Now promise me you won't scream," she said with a chuckle as the man nodded, going over to Logan like a dazed prey going to the jaws of the lion. And a moment later Logan sank his fangs deep into the man's neck, drinking deeply to the point of killing him.

And a twisted smile appeared on the Bloofer Lady's face as she watched with glee...

[incorrectonpurpose]

You're just jealous 'cause you're not cuddly.

Fang Kattalakis (The Dark-Hunters)

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Asking the important things: If Fang or Fury got wet as a wolf would they still smell like wet dog after the took human form????