ben on on l'avait pas. Merci !!! 2008/10/8, Tisha <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>: > > Je ne sais pas si vous l'avez eu mais voici l'extrait de Fury dans une > antholgie DEAD AFTER DARK qui doit sortir en le 2 décembre prochain aux USA > --------------------------- > > New Orleans > > Fury Kattalakis was about to walk straight into the dragon's lair. > Well, not exactly. There was a dragon in the attic of the building he > was headed toward, but that dragon wasn't nearly as dangerous to Fury > as the bear guarding the door. > > That nasty sonofabitch hated his guts. > > Not that he cared. Most people and animals hated his guts which was > fine by him. He didn't have much use for the world anyway. > > "The things you do for family," Fury said under his breath. Though to > be honest, this whole family concept was still new to him, too. He was > more used to being screwed over by everyone around him. It wasn't > until his brother Vane had taken him in during the summer of '04 that > he'd realized not everyone in the universe was out to kill him. > > The bear, however, still was... > > Dev Peltier tensed as soon as he saw Fury step out of the shadows near > the door of Sanctuary- a rough biker bar and dance club that stood at > 688 Ursulines. Like that address hadn't been chosen intentionally by > the bear clan who owned it. They were nothing if not ironic. > > Dressed in a black Sanctuary staff t-shirt and jeans, the bear looked > human at present, complete with long curly blond hair, black biker > boots and a pair of sharp eyes that missed no detail or weakness, not > that Fury had a weakness. But for all of Dev's human appearance, to > those lycanthropes such as Fury, Dev's alternate form was like a > thrumming beacon that warned all otherworldly types Dev was ferocious. > > Than again, so was Fury. What he lacked in magick abilities, he more > than made up for in sheer strength... > > And FU attitude and anger. > > No one got the better of him. Ever. > > "What are you doing here?" Dev growled. > > Fury shrugged nonchalantly and decided that a fight wouldn't get him > inside– which was what he'd promised to do. Him... keeping a promise > to someone other than himself... yeah. Right. Hell was freezing over. > He still wasn't really sure how he'd allowed his brother Fang to talk > him into this act of blatant suicide. > > The bastard owed him. > > Big Time. > > "Peace, brother." Fury held his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm just > here to see Sasha." > > Dev bared his teeth threateningly as he raked a glare over Fury's body > that normally would have caused Fury to slug him for the insult. Damn, > his brother Vane was wearing off on him. "The Kattalakis patria isn't > welcomed here and you know it." > > Fury arched a brow as he looked up at the sign over Dev's head. Flat > black with electric blue and brown, it held a motorcycle on a hill > that was silhouetted by a full moon. It also proclaimed Sanctuary to > be the home of the Howlers, the house band. To the unobservant it > looked like any other club sign. But to those born cursed, like them, > the shadows in the moon formed the outline of a dragon rising– a > hidden symbol to the preternatural beings the world over. > > This club wasn't just named Sanctuary, it was one. And all paranormal > entities were allowed inside where no one could harm them. At least so > long as they obeyed the first rule of a limani: No spill blood. > > Fury tsked at Dev. "You know the laws of our people. You can't pick > and choose who enters. All are welcomed equally." > > "Fuck you," Dev snarled. > > Fury shook his head as he bit back his natural caustic retort. > Instead, he decided to handle it with biting sarcasm. "Thank you so > much for the offer, but while you do have a certain feminine quality > in your demeanor and a remarkable head of hair that any woman would > envy, you're far too hairy for my tastes. No offense." > > Dev curled his lip. "Since when does a dog care about what it humps?" > > Fury sucked his breath in sharply. "I could so go low with that that > even the gutter would envy us, but... I know what you're trying to do. > You're trying to provoke a fight with me so that you can legally turn > me away." > > He clenched his fists and he made a show of struggling with what he > wanted to do and what he'd promised to do. "I really, really want to > give you that fight too, but I have to see Sasha and it can't wait. > Sorry. We'll have to hump and fight later." > > Dev growled threateningly, a pure grizzly sound. "You're on thin ice, > Wolf." > > Fury sobered and narrowed his gaze to that of his wolf form. When he > spoke, his voice was low and feral and filled with the promise of > whup-ass that was waiting if Dev wanted to continue this game. > "Shut-up, sod off and let me in." > > Dev took a step toward him. > > Faster than Fury could even tense in expectation of the hit Dev was > about to deliver, Colt was there. A head taller than both of them, > Colt had short jet black hair and lethal eyes. He put one large paw of > a tattooed hand on Dev's chest and held him back. > > "Don't do it, Dev," Colt said in a low, even tone. "He's not worth it." > > Fury should probably be insulted, but the truth had never bothered > him. "He's right. I'm a worthless bastard fathered by a bastard even > more worthless than I am. You definitely don't want to have your > sanctuary license pulled over the likes of me." > > Dev shrugged Colt's touch away which caused the sleeve of his shirt to > pull up and expose his double bow and arrow tattoo on his arm. > "Whatever. But we're watching you, Wolf." > > Fury gave him a one fingered salute. "Then I'll try not to piss on the > floor or hump the furniture..." He glanced down at Dev's black silver > studded boot. "Your leg though might be another matter." > > Dev growled again while Colt laughed and tightened his hold. > > Colt indicated the door with a jerk of his chin. "Get your ass inside, > Fury, before I decide to feed you to him." > > "I'm seriously not worth the indigestion." With an antagonistic wink > at Dev, Fury sauntered past them to enter the bar where the music was > loud and pumping, something that made the wolf in him want to whine in > protest as it assaulted his heightened hearing. > > Since Colt was one of the Howlers, they weren't on stage yet. But > there was already a good sized crowd gathered. Tourists and regulars > were dancing or milling about on the first level of the three story > bar. No doubt it was just as crowded on the second floor too. The > third floor, however, was reserved for their kind only. > > Fury tucked his hands into his back pockets as he moved through the > people. It was easy to spot the bikers from the others since many of > them were old school and covered in leather. The younger, hipper crowd > wore nylon or Aerostitch suits like his while the tourists and college > kids wore everything from short skirts to khaki pants to jeans. > > As Fury passed the tables where customers could sit down and eat, he > caught the gaze of the beautiful blond waitress who just happened to > be the sister of the asshole outside. > > Aimee Peltier. > > Like her brother Dev, her long hair was blond and she was tall and > thin. Lithe. All in all very attractive except for the fact that when > she went to bed at night she turned into a bear. He shuddered at the > thought. His brother's taste in women left a lot to be desired. > > Aimee froze the moment she saw him. > > He subtlety indicated the bar with his eyes to let her know he had a > message for her. She was the real reason he was here, but if any of > her numerous brothers found that out, they'd both be dead. > > So he continued on his way to the bar where three bar tenders were > making drinks. Since Dev was one of a set of identical quads, Fury > felt like he was seeing double as another Bear came over to him. The > only reason he could pick out Dev from his other three identical > brothers was from the tattoo on his arm. With the other three, well, > he really didn't give a rat's ass about who it was. > > The quad narrowed his eyes threateningly. "What you want, Wolf?" > > Nonchalant, Fury sat down. "Tell Sasha I need to see him." > > "Why you need to see him?" > > Fury gave him a droll stare. "Wolf business and the last time I > sniffed, which I'm trying real hard not to do cause the stench of you > assholes is rough on my heightened senses, you're a bear. Grab his > hide and send it over." > > "Do you have to piss off everyone you meet?" That soft voice went down > his spine like a caress. > > He turned to find Margarite Neely standing beside him. Tiny and human, > Margery had one of the finest posteriors he'd ever seen on a woman. > But therein was the problem. She was human and he had a hard time > relating to that breed or any breed for that matter. Social skills > were so not his forte. Like Margery had pointed out, he tended to piss > off anyone dumb enough to come near him. Even when he didn't mean to. > > "It's a congenital habit that serves me well most days." > > Laughing, she held a bottle of beer out toward him. > > Fury shook his head, declining the offer. That stuff on his > tastebuds... nasty. He frowned at her. "I'm surprised to see you down > here." She was the nurse for the Peltiers and he normally only saw her > when he was injured and in need of care. As a rule, she avoided the > bar area and stayed in the hidden hospital that was attached to it. > > She took a swig of beer. "Yeah, but there's some bad mojo going down. > I had to have a drink to steady my nerves." > > Since he'd never known her to drink, that intrigued him. "What kind of > bad mojo?" > > Sasha joined them and answered for her. "There's a Litarian in Carson's > office." > > Fury scowled at Sasha whose face was pale. If he didn't know better > he'd think the wolf was shaken. "Yeah, so? There's a lot of shit in > his office most days." Carson was the resident doctor and veterinarian > that all the Were-Hunters in New Orleans went to when they were in > need of medical service. The fact that he had a lion in his hospital > shouldn't even cause an eyebrow to raise. > > Margery shook her head at him. "Not like this, Fury. He can't turn > human or use his magick." > > Now that was shocking. "What did you say?" > > "The Arcadians hit him with something," she said in a low tone as if > afraid of being overheard. "We don't know what. But it drained his > powers instantly. He can't even project his thoughts to his mate." > > Fury couldn't breathe at the thought of that happening. Even though > his base and primary form was that of a wolf and he lacked a lot of > magick control, he still couldn't imagine what it would be like to > live entirely as an animal. "And you're sure he's not a regular lion?" > It was a stupid question, but one that had to be stated. > > They both gave him a duh stare. > > Fury held his hands up in surrender. "Just checking. You guys could > have had an aneurysm or something." > > Margery took a deep draught of her beer. "It's been a bad day." > > "Yeah," Sasha agreed, taking the bottle from her and duplicating the > gesture. "We're all rattled by it. Imagine minding your own business > and having a tessera come out of nowhere, pop your ass with something > we can't identify and then losing yourself forever." > > Fury let out a long breath. "I saw that movie once. It sucked." > > Sasha bowed his head sheepishly as he remembered Fury's past. "Sorry, > Wolf. I didn't mean anything by it." > > No one ever did. Yet it stung regardless of intent. > > "You needed to see me?" Sasha asked, changing the subject. > > Fury checked his peripheral vision to make sure none of the bear clan > were nearby. Then he gave a pointed look at Margery. "We have a bit of > Wolf business, if you don't mind." > > "It's all right. I need to get back upstairs anyway. The Litarian's > mate had to be tranqed earlier and she should be coming out of it any > moment." She stepped past him to slap the bar to get the Bear's > attention. "Remi, give me one more bottle and I'm back to work." > > Fury choked at her words. "Glad I'm not the patient today." > > Margery gave him a chiding glare. "It's for Carson." > > He snorted. "And I repeat what I said. Just what I need, a bunch of > drunk fucks working on me." He met Sasha's amused expression. "Remind > me not to do anything stupid tonight. Oh wait, I'm here. Too late for > that warning, huh?" > > Sasha ignored that question as he crossed his arms over his chest and > shifted his weight to one leg. "What do you need, Fury? We're not > exactly friendly." > > Fury led him a few feet away from where Remi was handing off another > bottle of beer to Margery. "I know, but you're the only wolf the > Peltiers aren't suspicious of and the only one I could trust to get > this to Aimee." He palmed the small note into Sasha's hand. "Make sure > you wipe your ass with it or something to get the stench of Fang off > it. I did what I could, but he's pretty fragrant." > > Sasha looked less than pleased by the request. "You know the last time > I involved myself in subterfuge, I was mortally wounded and branded, > and saw my entire clan put down over it. Take my advice and don't let > your brother drag you down with him." > > "Yeah, but I'm not stepping in between two gods." Which was what had > almost gotten Sasha killed. "I'm just doing a favor for my brother." > > "That's what I told myself too. But the problem with family, they get > you into shit and then abandon you to it. Or worse, get themselves > killed off." > > It was true and he knew it. But he owed Vane and Fang for welcoming > him in when no one else ever had. > > For his brothers alone, he was willing to die. > > "So will you give her the note?" > > Sasha ground his teeth. "I'll do it. But you owe me." > > Actually Fang owed him, but... they were brothers and for the first > time in his life, he understood what that meant. "I know and I really > appreciate it." > > Sasha slid the paper into his back pocket. "You know what really kills > me over this is that I've never seen two animals act more human. What > kind of Romeo Juliet bullshit are they playing anyway?" > > Fury shrugged. "Hell if I know. He says she's the only one who > understands him. Given the girly way he's been acting lately, I > actually agree with that cause I definitely don't get any of it. If he > starts wearing lipstick and pink, I vote we take him out and shoot > him. Put his whiny ass out of my misery." > > -- --- > Tisha http://www.ireadromancesowhat.com > Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the > morning, > Satan shudders & says... "Oh shit....she' s awake!!' > > > > >
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