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> 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!!' >> >> >> >> --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Vous avez reçu ce message, car vous êtes abonné au groupe Groupe "Blue Moon List" de Google Groupes. 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