Chapter One

It was a typical night at Sanctuary. The music was loud and the patrons louder. You could find every kind of creature there from humans to Daimons. Now, our story focuses on two very peculiar people. At the bar these two people sat drinking their beer in silence.

The first of these women was the scarier of the two. She was tall with straight, waist-length blonde hair with a streak of silver framing the right side of her face. She wore shin-high leather boots with a one-inch heel, black jeans that hugged tight to her hips but were loose around the legs that had a faded gray streak running down them, and a silver v-neck shirt that had long sleeves that flared at the wrist. She also wore an Indian style choker that held a beautiful white, spotted hawk feather. She was a Daimon, and held the calm ease of her species. She was completely aware of the others of her species that were staring menacingly at her back but could not take action within the walls of Sanctuary. Her body was tense with the need to hunt.

The second was just as scary as the first, but in a more subtle, animalistic sort of way. She had blue, wavy shoulder-length hair that was shorter in the front and became longer in the back in a sort of angled cut. She wore black knee-high boots that had a four inch heel, a plaid skirt that was green with a hint of red and reached the middle of her thighs, and a collared black button-up shirt with long sleeves that were rolled up to just below her elbows and a green tie around her neck. If you looked closely, you could see a hint of rose gold that was evidence of the locket that she wore around her neck. Her eyes were a myriad of colors that started with a light yellow around the pupil that turned into a light green, and a deep blue ring surrounded this. But, when the light hit those eyes just right, her eyes looked red. She was a half-Appolite, half-Katagaria were-hawk, and she sat in the chair as if she were perched on the limb of a tree. She could sense her companion's anxiousness, and knew that soon the time would come for them to hunt again.

Suddenly, the song "Sweet Home Alabama" began to play and all the Daimons began to scatter. The Dark-Hunter Acheron had arrived and the Daimons did not want to be around for that. The two women stayed where they were, and they got many weird looks from Sanctuary's Were employees and patrons.

The two women looked up to see Acheron walking through the front doors; they took two more sips of their drinks, got up, and walked towards the direction of those same doors. As they passed Acheron, the Daimon nodded to the leader of the Dark-Hunters and said, "Acheron," and kept walking. The other woman smiled, waved, and said, "Hello Acheron," and followed her companion out of Sanctuary and onto the roads of New Orleans. They left behind a confused Acheron, and a club full of confused 'others' (gods, Weres, etc.).

In an alley, the two women stalked behind a big group of Daimons who stopped when they finally sensed their stalkers. The group of Daimons (around five or six) slowly turned to see their stalkers. When they saw the two women they started to smirk. One of the Daimons (probably the leader of this group) said, "Look guys it's the traitor and her pet bird. I'm so scared." The leader then started laughing and the group soon copied.

The two women looked at each other and then nodded; in a flash the Daimon woman had out an Egyptian-style blade that was between a dagger and a sword in size, and the were-hawk had out a short dagger that was definitely a weapon used for close combat.

In a blink of an eye they were gone, and then they were behind two of the group, stabbing them through the chest and into the inkblot, which caused them to burst into dust. The women whipped around and took out two more before they even figured out what happened to the first two. As these two burst into dust, the last two realized they were in a lot of trouble, and turned to run but were stopped when they saw the women in front of them with their blades already in their inkblot, and then they burst into dust.

The two put away their blades and looked up to the dark figure that was standing in the shadows. The Daimon woman said to the figure, "Next time you want to watch us fight we'd be happy to fight some tougher opponents Acheron." They then walked past him and off into the night to hunt more Daimon.

Acheron was left to wonder why an obviously Daimon woman was killing members of her own species. He was also left to wonder why what he could only guess was a Katagaria/Appolite woman was helping a Daimon. And why too was he not able to see anything about these two mysterious women.

Later that night, the two women were back at their home resting after a long night of hunting. The blue-haired woman was staring at a puzzle she was putting together and looked up as her companion sat down with a sigh. "What's wrong Raia?" the hawk-woman said, putting a puzzle piece into place.

"Nothing for you to worry about Riku," the blonde-haired woman said. She laid her chin on her hand as she watched the hyper hawk put another puzzle piece into place. Oddly enough, puzzles were the only thing that calmed Riku down.

"It doesn't seem like nothing," Riku said as she put the last piece into place. She sat back and admired her work. The puzzle was a picture of a Cooper hawk perched in a tree (the hawk resembled her hawk form quite accurately). "You know I'll just keep bugging you until you tell me what's wrong, so why don't you just make it less painful for yourself because I love getting on your nerves." Riku smirked in a somewhat evil way, but it had the undertone of a child taunting a parent.

"Your evil, I should have just left you where I found you instead of taking you in and caring for you," Raia said, obviously dodging the question.

Riku pouted cutely and said, "You know you love me, and don't avoid the question."

Raia sighed and gave in to her tormentor. "I'm just tired is all," she said.

Riku looked at Raia and saw that she was paler than usual, and a scowl replaced her usual smile. "You haven't fed in a while have you?" she asked with a slight growl. When Raia looked away, Riku hissed in very bird-like manner and said, "I can't believe you aren't feeding again. You almost died the last time you pulled this. I'm not saying you have to go out and chew on some human's neck or anything, but at least chew on one of the Daimons before we kill them."

Raia sighed and looked up at her furious companion. "Sometimes it seems like you're the older one of us Riku. I'm supposed to be the mother hen protecting her chick not you," she said.

Riku grinned at that comment and said, "I just think things through more, and when we hunt tomorrow I'm making sure you feed. Besides, when you don't feed you get weak and that affects our hunting."

"All right, all right I give in I'll feed tomorrow jeeze," Raia said before standing up to go to bed. "And your going to sleep now Riku," Raia said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Yes mother," Riku said in a mocking tone before getting up and heading off to bed.