Disclaimer: I own nothing of AVP and the characters Death Strikeand Yunalescaare my own creation.

Blood of Fire

Chapter 1

Two years…two god damn years since that Pauk'de predator had left me here! You would assume that once a guy says that he loves you that the two of you would be together for ever, but no he had to ditch me saying that he was only looking out for my best interests…HA!. My mum used that line on me for years, 18 before she found out what I spent my nights doing; I mean come on how do you tell your mother that you are 'the Immortal Slayer'? She who must spend eternity protecting the one girl who can stop the deamons, obviously one can't. It was easier for Buffy she was always Mom's favorite and she is all human; her father wasn't the king of all vampires, she wasn't a human vampire hybrid who needed human blood to survive.

And I'm rambling again, so let me tell you why I'm pissed off. See my sister is Buffy Summers the 'Slayer' and I'm Yunalesca Summers, my father is Enkil the King of the Damned; so I turned out to be half human half vampire. And two years ago I bumped into a group of Yautja, who were hunting in the area. I became their new target because my heat signatures were so erratic, I managed to knock out three of them when a fourth appeared from a roof top and knocked me out. When I came too I was strapped to a table with two more of these Yautja trying to stick a needle in my arm, I was able to fight them off but I became weak and needed blood…fast! The only blood that was around was this neon green stuff in IV bags, with out thinking I tore into the bag and drank my fill; the blood was like liquid fire in my veins…as in it burned like hell! It hurt so much that I passed out again.

When I awoke for the second time there was only one predator in the room and he was enormous! He was 8ft solid! I groggily stood up and flopped against his body for support, finding that I had grown at least another foot; I had gone from 6ft2 to a whopping 7ft3 not to mention the fact that my endowments had …ehem grown. So now I was a human ,vampire and Yautja hybrid. The Predator's name was Death Strike and over the next 4 months came to love me, even though he had thirteen other females he said that he loved me. I would have stayed with him become his mate, bore his children but instead he left me here. A tall hybrid with no real place in the world except for the one preordained for me buy those bastards in the Watchers Council, Fuck them! I moved on, got a job and a life; I'm the main act in a popular night club in downtown L.A. I still hunt demons, but it's just not a challenge any more. I don't need blood anymore and guys just don't date me unless I act all weak and innocent. There have been men but none have stuck around for very long, my other half is on another planet and all I have left of him is a pair of daggers and an empty void.

I should hate him for what he did…but I love him to much and that love will be with me until I die. So far the only guy that came close was Hellboy, but he loved his friend Myers, and I really didn't want to be in a relationship with a gay daemon. I still look up at the stars and give a silent call to that muscle bound alien that stole my heart left me for a life that means nothing.

Present Day – Yunalesca POV

"Yuna!"

"Hey Yuna, get your ass up on the stage"

I snapped out of my day dream when Thunder Cunt yelled at me to get on the stage, Thunder Cunt is Theresa Cummings my boss. I call her Thunder Cunt because she is a complete bitch to me, I could snap her in half if I wanted to but I need the money. I am the main singer at the night club Kitty Claws, the pay is good; in return for working there I get free room and board in the small apartment above the night club. Men like me for my body, women like me for my voice and Theresa likes me for the money I rake in.

As I climb up on to the stage, I'm thinking about Death Strike…I always am. My songs are sorrowful and from the heart…I even make the bouncers cry. The song I sing now is about a young woman who loses the man she loves and all the words she didn't get to say to him. The band struck a chord.

I know that you're hiding things

Using gentile words to shelter me

Your words were like a dream

But dreams could never fool me

Not that easily.

I acted so distant then

Didn't say good bye before you left

But I was listening

You'll fight your battles far from me

Far to easily

I was swaying to the beat; my voice rang out through the room in long, melodic strings.

Save your tears 'cause I'll come back

I could hear that you whispered

As you walked through that door

But still I swore

To hide the pain as I turned back the pages

Shouting might have been the answer

What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart

But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.

I looked out over the crowd as I prepared for the chorus.

Cause a thousand words

Called out through the ages

They'll fly to you

Even though I can't see

I know they're reaching you

Suspended on silver wings

Oh a thousand words

One thousand embraces

Will cradle you

Making all of your weary days seem far away

They'll hold you for ever

Micca my back up singer came up behind me for the duet part, together we were unimaginable.

Oh a thousand words (A thousand words)

Have never been spoken (never been spoken)

They'll fly to you

They'll carry you home (carry you home)

And back into my arms

Suspended on silver wings (on silver wings)

And a thousand words (oh oh)

Called out through the ages (called through the ages)

They'll cradle you (oh yeah)

Turning all of the lonely years to only days (only days)

They'll hold you forever!

Oh…a thousand words.

As the music ended I faded into the back ground and listened to the thundering applause of the sobbing audience. As I walked back to the bar I scoffed in disgust, so this is what I am reduced to…spending my nights singing sad songs for the drunken men of Los Angeles, before going up stairs to be alone. I stood behind the bar and began serving beers to my leering customers, while unknowingly I was being watched by an invisible figure outside the window on the roof.

Death Strike POV

She is still as beautiful as I remember, her hair was now longer almost down to her knees and she still wears that black leather…my lovely Yunalesca. My songstress with the eyes of steel and claws of fire, when I let you go I wanted to kill my self. Not ever Scar or Lex could help me; I pushed away all my other females because all I could ever think about was your smile, was hearing your sweet voice singing to me again. Those beautiful songs of life and fighting, now all you sing about is pain and heart ache and it cuts me deep to think that I caused you that pain.

I sent you back so that you could live a normal life once more, I now see that your life was only normal back on Yautja; there you did not have to hide your uniqueness. You were free to show your strength and power; here you must hide behind a veil of frailty and weakness for any man to even want you. They desire your body but not your heart or your mind. Those Pauk'de ooman males do not deserve you, neither did that red monkey with the stone hand; he desired a limp rod ooman instead of you.

You will be my mate, you may not see it but as I own half of your soul you have the other half of mine and with out one another we are incomplete.

I activated my cloaking device and slipped into the building making sure to keep to the shadows, I waited in her dwelling until the club closed and she made her way up. I could hear her almost silent footsteps approaching the door.

Normal POV

Yuna entered her darkened apartment and locked the door before turning on a small lamp. She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck and a strange yet familiar scent tickled her smell receptors…some one was in the room besides her. She clenched her fits and felt the sharp metal of her adamantium claws as they shot out of her hands, a small gift from the Initiative. She turned around and faced the wall where Death Strike was hiding.

"Alright, what ever you are show your self or I'll turn you into mince meat!" growled Yuna.

Yuna heard amused clicking before a large muscular figure decloaked in front of her. She recagonised the particular markings on his reptilian like flesh, her heart soared like vampire dust when that voice that haunted her dreams spoke her name in a tongue so foreign that only she could understand it.

"how are you…Yunalesca" Death Strike whispered

Yuna marched over and tore the mask away from the alien's face, and lookd up into those yellow red toned eyes that she loved so much.

"Death Strike" she whispered in audably

She reached up a pale hand and stroked his cheek, Death Strike purred at the feeling of her cool flesh touching his. Then he felt the sharp stinging pain as that same hand reeled back and delivered a harsh smack to the side of his face. He almost roared in anger when he looked back at Yuna's lovely face and saw a deep set hurt burning in her steely blue eyes.

"You left me here alone you…you, BASTARD!"

…TBC…

Well darlings I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story. You sould know that this is my first AVP fic and it is weird. It is a crossover. just So you fans know Death Strike can see in colour so he can enjoy Yuna's world to the fullest. If you want me to write more please review.

Reya