Hunter Hunted {Kyra}

[Joshua]

The engine of the slick black BMW R 1200 GS died out, and the rider grabbed his cane and jumped out of the bike. His features weren’t a friendly one, in fact, he could send many grown man running to momma with just one look. People said he was territorial, aggressive and a raging lunatic, of that all agreed, but if he was a criminal or a hero was still up to debate. Most likely he was a mix of the two.

One thing it was for certain, Joshua Saint was more than met the eye.

Limping his way towards the alleyway, the cold night air carried the smell of fresh blood along with some other…more disgusting smells, and from there, it only went downhill.

Thing was, something was at large in the city, killing people at random. Why the effing hell should he care? People died all the time. But there was a huntress in the city, one annoying as hell with a cute butt. And when people start dying, her type usually started to look into the supernaturals in the area, him included, and that wasn’t good for his business, and when one hunter popped up, more were likely to come. That and the fact that he was itching for a little scrap, to take the stress out. Saint loved the thrill of the hunt and the heat of the battle…in some way it make him feel alive.

Knelling next to the body there, he felt a small surge of pain in his knee and cursed. His powers healed all injuries, but his knee had been busted before he was beaten, and so had remained just like it was.

Checking the body, he noticed a hefty chunk of it was missing, work of another skinwalker, no doubt. And the sob was hungry, that was for sure.

He almost smiled in anticipation to the hunt, the only thing that stopped him was the gruesome sight of a mutilated body. Was he a good guy? Wife and kids? Or was he a bastard, a killer and a wife beater? No matter, not knowing he could pretend it was the later and don’t care, act like the cold bastard he portrayed so nicely.

Walking back to his bike, he stashed his cane, looked around to make sure he was alone and felt his muscles contract and change, a new ferocity taking over, in the night, the black panther howled.

[Kyra]

Kyra was on the hunt as well. She had put it in her head that this was Joshua Saint, owner of Sinners Bin. He hadn't been to work all day, which she knew because she had scoped his place out to see if he was around.

Then she went on the hunt. It had lead her to another dead body. It had been mutilated to a point that she wondered if the police would even be able to identify the body. After she had left that body she continued to follow this bastards trail. And she was hot on it.

The problem was he was hot on hers too. However, she knew he was following her now. The trail was starting to turn into one big circle. She tried to act quick on her feet as she came around a large oak tree and tried to hide from the skinwalker.

Little did she know that she wasn't the only one coming after him either.

As she leaned against the tree she had a thought. It was out of nowhere, but she realized that she had wished really hard that Saint wasn't a killer. To think that he was disgusted her. She was starting to lose so much faith in humanity. It was turning her into a cold, hard bitch.

She froze as she heard leaves and branches crunching. That was when she came down in a crouch to get closer to this felines level. Then she spun around the tree to find a large animal in the darkness. It wasn't Saint, though she didn't know that.

The cat lunged and she fired her silver bullet. She knew she had missed when the animal landed on her. She swung a quick fist, bringing the beast off of her then turned to run. She knew if she didn't think of something fast she wouldn't get too far.

[Joshua]

In that form, the beast felt free of the illusion of humanity. It had became difficult to know where Saint ended and the panther started, they were forever merged into one and the big feline felt the blood rushing through his veins, his keen instincts fully aware and he was thirsty for blood, for death.

His senses quickly kicked into action, focusing on the smell he felt on the corpse and finding a trail to follow. The black panther kept to the empty dark streets, merging with the shadows as if he was one with it, his steps were completely silent with an inhuman grace, his knee wasn’t such a bother anymore even if it did still sting.

It wasn’t long before the scent grew stronger and he knew he was getting close, so close he could hear the animal growling and hurried footsteps moving away from it...moving towards him.

His shape would be barely visible in the darkness, with only furious yellow eyes to denote his presence, that was before he growled and a pair of white sharp fangs glowed into the dim light. He knew who was the woman before him, that bitch huntress that had come to his bar before. She was a hunter, he was a skinwalker, and that along meant they were enemies. It would be so easy to just jump and rip off her throat…

His muscles flexed, murder intent on his eyes, he jumped.

His extended claws flew over the huntress head, barely missing her and finding the jaguar behind her, cutting flesh and spilling blood. The jaguar reacted instinctively, fierce fangs carving into the panthers‘ leg, causing it to howl and return the favor, biting the jaguar’s back. It was a fierce and feral combat.

[Kyra]

Kyra had heard something from behind at the last minute. She dropped to her knees just as she felt something graze the top of her head. Her arms came out, gun poised at the panther that was suddenly in front of her.

For an instance she thought of shooting, but she didn't. She was surprised that the other feline had not attacked her. Two could have taken her out. Why had the one leaped over her and attacked the other?

She didn't want to meddle in their fight. There was blood spilling all over. She was not sure which one was winning at this point, but she was determined that she would destroy the jaguar if it was the one that survived. The panther was about to get a break from her. Something told her that it had just saved her life.

She didn't move far away. Something happened as she waited, wondering who would go down first. She realized the jaguar was slowing. It was then she took the opportunity to come upon it and knock the beast over the head with the butt of her gun. There was a loud yelp. She hopped back quickly, letting the panther finish the jaguar off.

Standing off to the side, she waited until the panther stepped back. She put her gun away then to show that she wasn't going to harm the feline. Her hands came up, raising them high and waited to see what happened.

[Joshua]

Claws and jaws snapped, tearing through flesh and breaking bones in a savage battle, one from which only one would be able to survive, if such one was lucky enough that is. The jaguar was bigger than the panther, stronger. But the panther was a feral beast, its fierce yellow eyes glowing amidst the red blood flowing, it had the advantage of experience and unrivaled savagery.

The battle went on, until the huntress took the risky move of attacking the jaguar with the butt of her gun. It was the momentum that the panther needed to leap over it and with his huge maw and fangs, rip apart its opponent throat.

As the jaguar fell still, no longer its heart beating, the panther’s yellow gems rose to focus on the huntress. Its savagery still boiling hot on its veins, still claiming for murder, he growled fiercely and circled her slowly with a predatory stance, making sure she wouldn’t jump at him if he lowered his guard. She was a huntress after all and their kind didn’t mix so well, she could just be goading him into a fake sensation of security before moving for the kill.

And then without any warn of any kind he jumped over her, knocking the woman on her back, his huge body on top of her keeping her in place, while he growled and opened his huge maw as if he was about to rip her face off, so close she could feel his hot breath…and then he silenced, sniffed her and stepped back with a snort. Even if he allowed her the space for her to get back on her feet, suspicion was in his eyes.

[Kyra]

The gruesome display didn't faze Kyra. Death, blood, guts, and gore had become almost natural to her. How many times had she killed someone and watched their life slip right between her fingers? More than she could count on all her fingers or toes.

However, she always investigated to make sure she was getting the right man. She didn't kill someone just because they were different. She didn't feel she could play God. The only time she interjected was when she absolutely knew the person was killing people or causing them some sort of harm. That's the only time she stepped in.

The black cat in front of her now. He didn't appear to be a killing machine. Actually, she was still wondering why he hadn't eaten her yet. That was until he turned towards her. She had an oh shit moment as the animal began to circle her. Her right hand was slipping slowly towards her gun, but before she could even reach for it the animal lunged and brought her onto her back with an oomph and a gasp.

For the first time since Kyra became a hunter she thought she'd royally fucked this one up. How could she be so stupid to put her gun away and think this beast was not going to attack her?

She was royally fucked. She clenched her teeth, ready for a fight. She wouldn't go out without a fight, that was for certain. She closed her eyes for a moment. The hot breath of the panther graced her face. She had a moment of clarity and how she was going to handle this, but then the strangest thing happened.. The panther got off of her and walked away with a snort.

Without much thought, she scrambled quickly to her feet and stood stark still. Her eyes watching the animal with her own suspicion in her eyes. Was he bating her? Why hadn't he taken the kill already? Was that just a warning? She didn't have the answers and she wished she did.

[Joshua]

The panther waited with anticipation in its eyes, waiting for the huntress to make a move, and if it was the wrong move, it would be the last move she would ever make.

But she just jumped back to her feet and stood still.

Would be so much easier for him if she reached for her gun or ran scared, but oh no, she stood there trying to piece things together and no doubt would continue with her annoying torrent of questions to him like she had done in his club.

Oh shit.

There was no point on trying to hide what he was from her, she already knew he was a skinwalker and even if he left her and run, something told him she would follow after him. So he did the only thing he could do and allowed his body to change and turn back into the man he was. The blood and nasty cuts in his body remained, but Saint knew he would recover soon enough, he only needed a few hours and he would stop leaking blood.

His knee however was a different story, it hurt like hell, never fully recovered from the time he was still just human. Broke in two places with a baseball bat from his former employer before he had been thrown in jail. Wasn’t that a bitch?

He leaned back against a wall, taking heavy breaths and feeling the bitter taste of blood in his mouth while letting out a silent laugh. Who was he trying to fool? He loved it, the fight, the rush, the kill. He was a crazy assed psychopath, but he kept his killer instincts to those who deserved it.

Saint waved a hand to Kyra before she spoke anything.

“Before you start that annoying babbling of yours girl, I don’t suppose you have any booze on you?”

[Kyra]

Kyra watched the panther, concerned about what was about to happen, but he had stepped back. She had to figure he wasn't going to attack her or he would have done it already, unless he was toying with her, which could have been a good possibility.

Her hands were out in front of her, unsure if she should back away or what. She didn't know what to do at this point. She wanted the panther to realize she wasn't going to hurt him.

He was right in thinking that she would follow his trail. The moment she backed away it wouldn't be for good. She would return and find out where he had come from.

When the skinwalker suddenly changed she literally gaped at what she saw. The man from the bar. Her hands dropped to her sides and she stood taller. "You!" She said rather quickly, but all other words were cut off quickly as he told her not to start her annoying babble. Her eyes narrowed and she grit her teeth. "Even if I had any booze I wouldn't give it to you. You are insufferable!" She spoke curtly.

What was it about this man that knew how to push her buttons just right? It was true. He knew how to make her angry.

She started to walk away then, grumbling something about him knowing how to piss her off. Though, she did have to admit he had a nice body. "Get some clothes on!" She growled as she passed him.

[Joshua]

Two things Saint was definitively good at was kicking ass and getting under another’s skin. He was a word class asshole and enjoyed being such. Got people on edge, got him respect and prevented idiots from messing with him. Only a selected few he allowed to get closer, Amy being one of them. Truth was, she had warmed him on a few cold nights, but they weren’t together as a couple. More like friends with benefits. Love was bull, a concept made up to sell heart shaped chocolate boxes on valentine’s day. Thing was, Saint had never felt it before, so that was why the concept was so extremely alien to him.

At the sight of shock into the huntress’ face and her words about him, Saint couldn’t stop and prevent a laugh from escaping him. First he was pleased to see that he was getting on her nerves, and second he had no problem with his naked form. Never did when he was still human (all he’d get was luscious looks from women and jealous looks from men) and certainly did have any once he became a skinwalker.

“I just saved your ass girl,” he told her in an attempt to provoke her even further and take a punch at her pride. Then he tilted his head with a glow in his eye as he watched her rear as she walked away. He didn’t know why violence and sex had a common ground for him, but it did.

“Unless, you’re in a hurry because you’re afraid I would notice the way you look at my body?”

He had sensed it, a tiny change on her when she had seen him in his human form. It would be unnoticeable for a normal man and maybe even to her, but he had sensed it.

[Kyra]

Kyra stopped at his words about saving her. She turned around and crossed her arms. "Yeah..you did, which I'm thankful for and will show my gratitude one way or another, and I'm not one to be afraid to admit that."

Then he went on, trying to get another stab in her by mentioning afraid of noticing the way she looked at his body. Her eyes dropped then, taking him in again, but this time she gave him those slow elevator eyes. When her eyes met his, she gave a shrug and pretend to have indifference with how he looked. "Sure..you got a nice body, but I've seen better." And she took a stab at him.

"Anyway," she backed away from him. "You could never handle this," she gestured to herself. Sure, he was cute and handsome, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she saw him anything more than just another man.

"So why were you out here anyway? Were you following me or the skinwalker?" She asked, completely curious how he had found the two of them. She hoped he hadn't been following her around. That would have just made her very leery of him.

"Would you like to tell me now what you will want in payment for saving my life? A drink? I think I can suffer for an hour and get you a drink or two," she told him. She certainly wasn't going to make this easy on him.

[Joshua]

Rising a brow, silent eyed the arrogant huntress for a moment before breaking out a laugh. He hated her guts the first time she strolled into his club, but he was starting to like it. She was a cold assed bitch, but then again he was a cold bastard himself and he did respect the fact that she could dish out her venom just as good as he did, off course he would never admit it, but he still did.

“Oh please,” he answered to her cheap shot at him with a hint of disdain, “like I would be interested! And if you hunted my kind before, you should well know that with my stamina, I could handle two off you and then some. And off course you know of my senses, I can sense the slight increase of your heartbeat, know your skin grew hotter without even touching you.”

He started moving towards her, even limping from his busted knee, he moved with a certain cat like grace. Stopping just inches short of her, he could sense her hot breath mingling with his and smiled wickedly.

“Anyways, I’m not interested.”
Yes, it was a lie.

Turning away from her, he stopped moving towards his bike. “And don’t flatter yourself, I wasn’t following you. I was chasing that skinwalker. He was stepping a bit too close of my territory and I didn’t want you to come back and restart with your babbling girl, like I didn’t have anything better to do than suffer your presence.”

Getting to his bike, he quickly slipped into his clothes and then gazed back, over his shoulder towards Kyra. “But I will take that drink for saving your ass anyways.”

[Kyra]

Kyra narrowed her eyes as he went on about his senses and how he could sense the slight increase of her heartbeat, along with her skin growing hotter. Angrily she crossed her arms, but not without flipping him off. "You can shove it where the sun don't shine."

He stepped towards her as she growled out. "Good! I ain't interested either," she told him with a hint of anger. She didn't step away as he stepped closer either. She wasn't going to back away and make him think he got the better of her.

Her mouth fell agape and she blustered at his words. Her blood pressure rose, making her cheek and ears rather red with anger. "I was not babbling!"

Turning away, she walked angrily towards the way she had come. She had to go find her car. It wasn't as close to the area as Joshua's bike had been. Her legs moved fast and with purpose. Her hips swung with the angry movement of hers. "Whatever," she called back angrily.

God, he drove her insane! She wanted to slap that haughty smirk off of his face. That was a lie, she wanted to kiss him more than slap him, but she wasn't going to share that with anyone.

[Joshua]

He was laughing actually, enjoying that sparring of words and insults. Saint knew he was pressing her buttons, annoying her just as she had him the first time they had meet…wasn’t payback a bitch?

Not to mention he always had that uncanny way to get under another’s skin and drive people mad. Call it hot and untamed feline blood or whatever, but he had it. That need to show he was the alpha cat and wasn’t going to take any crap from anyone. Hell, he had it even when he was still only human, but turning into a skinwalker had augmented that need tenfold.

Soon enough, he started the engine and caught up with her just as she got inside her car. Making his motorcycle engine roar on purpose, he gave her an arrogant smirk. “Hurry up slow poke, I don’t have all night.”

Sure he could had just forgotten the whole thing and call it a night, but truth was, that woman acted like a cold heartless bitch and he found it to be hot. Yeah, call him insane but he liked women with attitude, the kind that could just as easily kick his ass as she could seduce him. But off course he wasn’t going to share that knowledge. He could sense his effect in her, she couldn’t. It made him feel like he had slightly the upper hand, and the arrogant bastard in him loved that feeling.

[Kyra]

Kyra was steaming mad. She stomped back to her car, cursing under her breath about how annoying that man was! Her cheeks were pink and eyes blazing with their own heat. Of all people to have to owe! She wanted to tell him where to shove it, but nooo...instead, let's offer him a drink.

Just as she got in her SUV and was about to start the engine he came zipping around the corner. She scowled as her came up next to her with an arrogant smirk. The glare she gave him could have killed a hundred men. "Bite me!" She growled and started up the engine of her vehicle.

Jerking the wheel she peeled out. The tires would have squealed if they weren't on a dirt road, so instead a bunch of dirt and rocks flung up from her tires, slashing out at Saint before he pulled out. She was laughing too, as she saw it from her side mirror. "That outta piss him off," she spoke to herself.

She wouldn't be honest with herself if she didn't say he excited her. That dark nature about him and the attitude. Maybe she'd been hanging around the supernatural bunch all too much. She hunted his types....not have fantasies about them!

She scowled at herself. She seriously needed to get dunked in holy water or something. She was barkin' up the wrong tree with him. The sad part was she was already talking herself into why she would need to see him more.

After a fairly lengthy drive back into town, she pulled up in front of Saint's bar. Hell if she was going to take him to another bar. If he wanted a drink she would get him one where he works. Plus, she could watch him a little more in his own environment.

[Joshua]

At her words, Saint gave a playful yet provoking bite in the air. He wouldn’t miss a chance to annoy her, in a way one might say he was like the kid pulling the girl’s hair to get her attention, thing was, he never seemed to outgrow that phase. Other way to see it was that he was playing a game of cat and mouse with her. He had the advantage of his instincts that told him of her reactions, she didn’t have that perk and he could just as well act like she had no effect on him.

As she took off, she sent a fair amount of dust and small rocks that came to smack him lightly on the chest. Saint frowned and growled, but them his growl came into an amused smirk. That girl had a lot of attitude and he would be a liar if he said he didn’t appreciate it.

He took off after her, coming to a halt in front of his own club. Rising a brow, he stared at her and cocked his head as he waited her to step out of her car.

“Such…originality,” he said in a mocking tone. “Are you seriously buying me a drink in my own club? Why didn’t I let that jaguar bite your ass?”

Truth was…because he wanted to be the one that wanted to give it a bite…with a different nature, off course.