Moonlight

~ Miami, FL

'Here kitty, kitty....I have a treat for you....' electricity jolting through her body.

'What's your name?'

'Cease the electro-shock treatments on Predator...I believe that she has the ability to conduct electricity...'

'Call Stryker and tell him that Predator is ready for field testing...'


Once again the nightmares were back, Roxane sat up, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Even though it had been four years since her escape from the Lab, the horrors she had lived through were still fresh in her mind.

Looking over at the clock on the night table next to the bed, the bright red numbers red three twenty-six in the morning. Roxy covered her face as she forced herself to take deep slow breaths as she regained her bearings. She knew that she would never have peace until she had avenged herself and her parents. "Monsters," she mumbled under her breath as she threw back the covers and got out of bed. She quickly changed back into her black skintight catsuit before opening the sliding glass door that led out onto the balcony of her tenth floor hotel room. As she stepped outside she inhaled the night. Looking down over the edge of the railing, the pantheress smiled at the landing below. Then jumped over the edge into the darkness below.

The wind blew her long black hair back from her face as she fell, not caring that the ground was growing closer and closer. At the final seconds of her descent, she curled into a forward flip and landed feet first. Unseen by human eyes, she slowly sauntered into the darkness. The night was in its late hours, luckily sun up was still hours away. 'And maybe the daimons will be out to play,' she thought as she dissolved into the shadows of the night.

~****~

As she walked along Ocean Drive, Roxane was taking in the sights when she soon found herself accosted by a group of six tall blond men. ''Daimons,'' she growled lowly as they encircled her, whistling as they gazed at her figure.

"Well well, what do we have here?" said the tallest one in the group. "A lost little kitty, who perhaps is looking for some fun?"

Narrowing her eyes, she looked at the group as she silently sized them up. They were nothing more than six blond hotties with a major god complex. "Don't you bastards have anything else better to do other than to harass women?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't have time for your petty games."

"Petty games?" asked another as he walked up to Roxane, backing her into an alley. "We can show you just how 'petty' we can be, kitty cat." He then took a swing at the pantheress only to miss as she ducked then countered with a double lift kick to his chin as she rose, knocking him back into one of his friends.

"I don't like being referred to as 'kitty cat', prick," she said with a smirk. "It only pisses me off."

Another one came at her, with a dagger drawn, as she side-stepped his attempts to slash her. Grabbing his arm then twisting it behind his back. He screamed as the bones crunched then snapped, the dagger fell from his useless fingers. With a snarl she reached around with her free arm and snapped his neck.

"Anyone else?" she asked pretending to yawn. "I'm bored."

Another daimon rushed her. She drew a long stiletto dagger from the inside of her knee high boot and plunged it into his chest. They locked gazes a few seconds before he exploded into dust. "You ninnies aren't even trying," she taunted. "I know girls who are better fighters than you are."

The remaining four came at her at once, which made her smile maliciously. 'Well that certainly got their attention,' she thought as she withdrew the rest of her daggers and readied herself for their attacks.


~****~

~Las Vegas, NV

Argona was lounging on the sofa watching TV, wearing a black bra under a sheer purple shirt and blue jeans. Walking around the corner, Aisling came into the room, giving her a sneering look. He was still pissed about the fact that his cousin had invited the drakos to stay with them without consulting him or the others in the house.

"What are you looking at, Scooby?" she hissed once she noticed the tall and darkly handsome wolf staring at her. At six-seven with long black hair, piercing green eyes and looks that could tempt a nun into sinning, Aisling Lachlan wasn't a hard man to miss.

"Nothing," he mumbled before going into the kitchen.

Argona raised up to peer over the back of the sofa. Slowly she smiled to herself when she saw how the tight black jeans he wore molded his rear. By the gods, it was the stuff of legends! Turning back to the TV, the drakos tried to concentrate on what she had been watching, but her mind kept straying back to the wolf in the kitchen.

Deciding to go rattle Aisling's cage a bit, she got up and went into the kitchen where he was making dinner. "Smells good," she said, taking a seat at the island counter. "Whatcha cooking?"

"Meatballs," he replied without looking at her, his voice flat and emotionless.

"Sounds good. Didn't know that balls of fur could cook," she said with a grin. "Are you housebroken too?"

Aisling growled lowly at her as he turned and gave her a deadly glare. "Funny coming from a set of matching luggage and boots."

She snorted then said, "At least I don't have fleas."

"Get oot of 'ere, ye overgrown lizard!"

"Make me, Lassie."

Aisling came around the counter and grabbed Argona by the arm, hauled her up from the stool, then shoved her out of the kitchen door. "HEY!! Get your furry paws off me, Scooby!" she hissed angrily.

"Get lost, Godzilla," he growled, giving her one last but firm push out into the living room.

She growled and picked up a metal urn, hurling it at his head, missing her target by an inch. Instead of knocking a hole in his head she ended up putting one in the kitchen wall. Aisling snarled loudly at being attacked while his back was turned. Whipping around, he rushed Argona. Aisling grabbed then slammed her into a nearby wall. He pinned her there with her wrists above her head and growled loudly down into her face. "Ye think ye're so funny, doona ya lass?" he asked, clearly pissed with her antics.

"And I think you're hot when you're angry," she grinned, wiggling her hips against his groin. She smirked with satisfaction when she saw that he was fighting the urge to give in and moan at the sensations running through his body. He gave her a hard shove into the wall then walked off, clearly frustrated. "Next time bring some handcuffs. Make it a little more fun," Argona purred at his back.

'I wonder if he's just as hot without clothes...'