Hello everyone! This is a story being co-authored by me and ToTheJourney2014. We are both really excited to see what everyone thinks of this work. Now the actual disclaimer. Neither one of us owns Dark-Hunters or any of it's characters. But the Original characters and the plot line do. Alianda belongs to ToTheJourney2014 and Taylor belongs to me.
P.S. this story is crossed over with Charmed technically, but it's mostly the Dark Hunter world.
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Alianda snuggled down onto the pallet she had made for herself under the broken windows on the first floor of the abandoned building on Perdido Street. It had been a long day, filled with running errands for several different shop owners to earn some cash for food and running away from gangs of guys trying to hurt her. She yawned and stretched her body out before getting as comfortable as possible and closing her eyes. She was sound asleep within minutes.
Thorn paced the floor in front of his fireplace. Azura and Noir were up to something. He could feel it. He was waiting for Lysander, the general of his Hellchasers, and Fang, his second in command to arrive so the three of them could work out a battle plan. He looked up in shock when he heard someone walking through his halls, feeling that it is someone uninvited.
Alianda smiled as she opened her eyes to find herself standing in a grand hall. She had had dreams of castles and great battles for as long as she could remember, and it felt wonderful to finally dream of a place she could actually touch. She knew she was dreaming, yet she felt fully alert. She sighed happily, walking out of the grand hall and into smaller corridors, taking her time as she explored.
Taylor Halliwell lazily stretched his arms above his head. He had been hearing this odd noise in the back of his head all day, and it was starting to give him a headache. He had no idea what it meant or why he was getting it, but he guessed it was kind of like what a Whitelighter heard whenever a charge was in trouble. But he had Cupid blood, not Whitelighter, so he had no idea what the ringing was. So, to solve the problem, he used a spell to take him to the source of the ringing, which led to him wandering around New Orleans. Twice he almost got cornered in public by gangs, which would have been seriously bad on his part.
He raised a hand to his temples to rub at the growing headache when the ringing suddenly intensified, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He looked to his left and spotted an alley, where the sound seemed to be the strongest. Following his gut feeling, and silently praying it wasn't a demon trap, he breathed in and then let it out in exhale before stepping into the darkness.
Alianda took her time as she studied the various paintings and tapestries that were hanging on the walls. Everything about the castle, and she could tell she was in a castle, seemed so ancient yet ageless at the same time. She gasped softly as she heard someone approaching, some inner instinct telling her that she wasn't supposed to be there. She saw a door at the end of the corridor open and spotted a man stepping through the doorway. He narrowed his eyes at her, yet she felt no fear. She gave him a small smile and wave before she simply disappeared.
Thorn growled as the young woman disappeared. He had barely gotten the chance to get a look at her, much less find out what kind of being she was. He stepped back into his office and slammed the door shut behind him.
Alianda stretched her arms over her head as she slowly woke up. She sat up and looked outside through the broken windows just above her pallet on the floor, hearing someone in the alley that ran beside the building. She bit her lower lip as she decided what the best thing would be for her to do, finally deciding to investigate. She told herself she could stay silent enough that whoever was prowling around wouldn't be able to hear her while she watched to find out if they found her hiding place. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she slipped out through the hole in the bottom of the warehouse door and slipped into the blackness of the alley.
Taylor shook his head in disbelief. The ringing had suddenly stopped, and he had no idea why. He sighed and ran a hand through his black and dark brown hair. He never did get why his sisters thought his hair was interesting. Sure, it was darker that the richest earth, but it was short and curled just at his ears. It almost always made his head itch. Shaking the random thought from his head, he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his white leather jacket and continued down the alley. He wanted to find out what had made the ringing stop and why it had even begun in the first place.
Taylor paused about halfway through the alley when he heard a very soft crunching sound. It was something he wouldn't have heard if he had been a normal human, but being what he was had it's perks. He flared out his senses while continuing to walk at a slower pace. 'What was it?' he wondered. He worried slightly that it was something waiting to pounce at him and make him its next meal. He silently clenched his jaw. Whoever it was, was not going to get him. He had a family to return home to and protect. He wasn't going to die off in the middle of a place where his family couldn't find him. His hands clenched into fists inside his pockets, ready to strike at the first sign of trouble.
Alianda held her breath as she listened to the person coming closer. She bent her knees, reaching down to pick up one of the boards that that been broken off from the door frame behind her. She held it up, ready to strike as soon as the person came close enough. She knew enough from years of living on the streets that anyone sneaking around an alley was up to no good. She tightened her grip on the board as she heard the person come closer, swinging as hard as she could and feeling a slight satisfaction as she felt the board connect with her target.
Taylor felt a presence and something being swung at him toward his rib cage. His right arm shot out and blocked what he realized was a piece of wood, which shattered as it came into contact with his side. It was good to know his magic was at least protecting his skin. He looked down to see a young girl. Now this was something he hadn't been expecting. She was a bit smaller and skinnier than his muscular six foot four build but not sickly skinny. It was clear that she was homeless but knew enough to take care of herself. She had a look of total and unexpected shock written all over her face as he stared at her, and he was glad that he had remembered to wear his dark sunglasses for once.
Alianda stared at the young man in shock, her mouth falling open at the sight of the shattered board. She swallowed hard, unable to take her eyes off of him. Still, he was a boy and was blundering through the alley next to where she lived. Her eyes narrowed as her hands clenched into fists. She wasn't about to let him take her blanket or home away from her. She didn't have much, but she had earned every little bit she had. Her stomach rumbled as she thought about the small amount of food she had left from the last supply she had bought from the money she made working for the store owners. "Get out of here!" she suddenly yelled at the boy. She swung her fists at his face as hard as she could, having more power than a normal human without being aware that she did. "I won't let you take my stuff... or me!"
Taylor's eyes widened as her first swing landed solidly on his jaw, quickly stepping back before the second punch could touch him. He held his hands up in front of him, palms out. "Whoa there, tiger." He spoke calmly. "I'm not here to take anything." He glanced up and down her smaller body without moving his head, impressed that she knew how to throw such a good punch. If he had to guess her age, he'd put her at fifteen or sixteen... seventeen at the most. He had heard the growl of her stomach when he had been closer to her and realized the poor girl must be starving. He knew she probably wouldn't believe him, but he didn't even really know what he was doing down this alley.
Alianda kept her fists up, ready to attack the boy again if she needed to. "What are you staring at?" she questioned. "If you're not here to take anything, then get out of here!"
Taylor shook his head, moving a careful step back toward her. "I'm not sure why I'm here," he admitted. He gestured toward her stomach. "You sound hungry. Why don't you let me buy you something to eat?"
Alianda held her chin up, pride burning in her eyes. "I have food." She spoke defensively. "I don't need or want anyone's help." She turned to duck back through the hole in the bottom of the door but stopped as her vision blurred. She reached out, almost blind, to grab the door frame. "Whoa..." she whispered.
Taylor saw her sway on her feet and quickly came up behind her, steadying her by gently holding her shoulders. "Are you all right?" Judging by her display of pride she was obviously a bit stubborn, but he still had to ask. The girl may have been able to catch him by surprise once, but he had a feeling she wouldn't be able to do the same the next time someone came down the alley... especially if that someone actually intended to find and hurt her. The very thought of someone doing that caused a slight growl to emerge from deep inside him. He was determined nothing like that would happen as long as he had anything to do with it. He picked her up into his arms and spun on his heels, making his way toward the street.
Alianda gasped as the boy swept her up into his arms. She pounded her fists against his chest as she twisted her body to try to get him to drop her. "Let me go!" she shouted. She growled as the dizziness she was feeling increased, swallowing against the dryness in her throat. She continued to struggle even as the fighting caused her to get weaker. "Let me go!" she shouted again but without as much strength behind the words.
Taylor didn't react to the punches to his chest but noticed she was getting weaker. "Save your strength," he advised before covering her eyes and teleporting to a different alley. It was one right next to a restaurant he had found while walking around earlier. He guessed it was more of a bar than a restaurant, but he didn't really care. He carried the girl inside and ignored the odd look he got from the man standing at the door. He found an empty booth and put her on the side closer to the wall, sitting down next to her. Feeling her forehead with the back of one hand, he discovered that she didn't have a fever. He sighed a little with relief, realizing that she was most likely just dizzy from exhaustion. He got the waitress's attention and ordered gumbo and two orders of red beans and rice.
The waitress nodded to him, taking the order and walking away after leaving two glasses of water on the table in front of them.
Taylor looked around, studying the staff and patrons of the bar as he waited for the food to be brought to them. He realized with a shock that almost everyone working had some of the most beautiful bodies and features he had ever seen. He frowned a little, biting his lip as he tried to figure out what felt like an obvious puzzle that he should know the solution of.
Alianda licked her dry lips, reaching for the glass of water and drinking almost all of it in one swallow. She studied him as she choked, coughing harshly from drinking too fast. After getting herself under control, she put the glass down. Her eyes never left his face, not paying any attention to the people around them. "Why are you doing this?" she asked him quietly. "No one is this nice without wanting something in return."
Taylor turned to look back at her, temporarily forgetting about the extraordinary looking staff. He simply shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not completely sure," he answered honestly. "I just felt like I should. Besides, not everyone always asks for anything in return. Believe it or not." He rested his chin on his hand as he shifted his gaze to in front of him. "Trust me. I know what it's like to be in your position. If a random stranger suddenly brings you out of the hell you've been forced to live with to survive, you jump at the opportunity." He passed her his glass of water. "Believe me. I was just as stubborn as you are, and living in almost the same conditions, except I was a lot younger when the stranger came to me." He glanced to his right, noticing two of the workers whispering to each other as they cast glances in his direction. He sighed, wondering if he was going to have to try to find a way to explain that he wasn't an escaped prisoner or something. He had had to do things like that in the past.
"I could almost swear it's him," the man who had been guarding the door said to the other man, "but the power level feels a little different... and altered."
Taylor raised an eyebrow as he heard the words, wondering why they were checking his power level and how they even knew to do something like that.
"It can't be him," the second man answered from his position behind the bar. "He never leaves his island, and I can't see him appearing as a teenage boy." He scoffed. "The kid's no more than a whelp." He sniffed the air, growling a little. "I smell witch on him." He nodded toward Alianda as he wiped down the top of the bar. "Get a whiff of the female. She smells even stranger."
"Whatever," the man from the door replied. He sighed. "Aimee will be able to tell us all about them after she spends a few more minutes with them. She's good at sniffing out anyone's real identity." He narrowed his eyes slightly as he continued to watch the two kids. "Whoever they are, neither of them is human. If they make one wrong move, they won't leave here alive."
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