"What are you?" being taken back surprised from something he never heard coming. Backing away from the unknown figure before him on guard.. the little figure just stood on the borderline of lamp light and shadows face half hidden from the hooded cloak.

Whatever this person was couldn't make a scent what this creature is. It's not human he knows that..not Fae nor wolf. Only another scent that is only left from his mechanic/friend. But that scent does not belong to her also at this prime hour. It just stood there swaying a little side to side...bottom of it's face revealing her corner lips curving up as a smirk.

"That's not the right question..." it speaks so soft trailing off before backing away into the shadows. On full alert he felt her circling around so quickly. "The right one is.. : Are you gonna live through out this night?"

"You-- Are not Mercy...who are you?" spoken so coldly towards the night..

"Does it matter..?" whispers all around him  couldn't tell where it was coming from. Leaving him no choice pulling something out from his hip drawing out a sword. Hearing another whisper coming around once again it happen so quickly his senses were sharp and swift but he didn't see anything knocking his blade from him into the night.

"Thanks for the piece... now I know your scent and where to find you love.."

Leaving him alone and confused of this night. He mentally debated on weather or not he should inform what he encountered. Should he be frighten what he's hope is not another walker to his mistress or should he talk to Mercy?

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The debate held down Mercy more than his mistress appearing inside her very small living-room he walks down the small hallway stopping towards the door where she sleeps.

Hesitating at door knob he doesn't want Mercy to be harmed. He gave his honor to her she would not be harmed. He also doesn't want to lose her if he informs her there's another of her kind he ran into tonight, the fear striking if this other walker teaches her and encourages her to kill more of his kind that he is forced to execute them both.

"I can't" his fear winning over before fully turning away from the doorway he vanishes in thin air back into his condo. "I can't" He repeats to himself...

"You can't what Stefan?" snapping his neck towards one of his people...giving her a reassuring smile.."It's nothing"

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Back into the shadows in front of the trailer catching his magic trace...

'What's this?' feeling a powerful force vibe coming from this trailer and mansion house. 'Is this where he lays during the day?'

The ghosts appear around her telling things they saw inside... but not the undead they followed.

'We'll see and wait..'

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Five O'clock int he morning. Another day to get up and work at the shop. Jumping off her bed searching for clean cloths folded on her dresser..
At one swoosh moment getting hit from a scent she didn't expect... "Stefan?! What's he doing here?" his scent couple hours old...

I don't understand... Walking out towards the rabbit.

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Little while when the coast was clear.

Ah! A little door. Don't mind if I do. Shedding off my cloths and shifting into my coyote form. The scent has trailed off within this small room. DAMN! He erased the rest of his scent. -- I didn't know how this person snuck in here without me hearing anything. But he did soon as I heard the dangling keys unlocking the door. Ducking out quickly behind the couch, his scent was a wolf.  Was this night walker feeding off wolves?

I froze when he found me... "Mercy?-- what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be at work?" Once again being mistaken for this 'Mercy' who is this person? Finally getting the courage to look up and making my around him without losing eye contact for the little door.

"Mercy..?" lifting up his eyebrow in confusion I was out the floppy door.

Hold the door on him thinking really hard at the ones around me... they did as they told, but they were struggling hold him back. Grabbing the wrapped up cloths from my cloak.

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"Sam! I left for work ten before Six O'Clock!" What the hell is going on here! How could I possibly be frighten of Sam and dash out in my other form?!

"You're not making any sense! How could I be there and here at the same time?!" Wiping the remaining grease  on my coveralls rolling out from under the car.

"Don't lie to me, Mercy. I smelled your surprise, and fear." Sam said through my cellphone..

"For the last ti- " Then is dawned on me when he said that..."Wait! You said I ran out of there with no back pack for my clothing. Then how do you explain why I have cellphone on me?" Running that question at him made him pause for a bit sinking that in.

"I don't know, but I couldn't open the front when 'someone' was holding it closed on me.."

"Uh-huh. I couldn't hold you out in either form, Sam. How does that explain the mysterious strength?"

Another pause on line and connecting the two links.

First Stefan was there then this other coyote shows up after I left. Not waiting for another answer I hung up on him and dialed Stefan's number. The usual his Scooby-Doo music answering machine and left him a message. "Stefan. We need to talk."

Stefan is a Vampire also my friend who kept me hidden so long from his seethe until last summer.  Being a puppet to his mistress drawing out the rebellion vamps. I still hold a grudge against his mistress for torturing him 'for the greater good' she says.

She wasn't very fond of Stefan favoring me so much. If she could she would kill me, then she would be loathed by Stefan. He got his people back.To other vampires they call them 'sheep'  they feed upon. Stefan can handle eleven people, until his mistress broke their ties convincing him that they are dead. He had no one left but me. Giving myself to him after being gnawed at from the one and only vampire in Spokane. That bastard. But Stefan was one step ahead of him and exchanging blood with him for awhile. Soon broke after being dragged back to Spokane Vamp's minion. Dusted him with the help of the tree fae who resided outside my window. 

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"You wanted to talk, my lady?" Stefan laying a hand on his chest before bowing. I couldn't tell smell his emotions or heart rate since he's dead.  But I gotta get to the point of things.

"Why is there a coyote following you Stefan?" I must have took him by surprise with that when he stiffen his posture. Unlike other Vampires they don't need to breathe or blink. Stefan does breathes and blinks to make people feel comfortable. "How do you know?"

"You left your scent in front of my doorway and living-room- Later after I left Sam assumed I was still home and scared shitless of him bolting out in my other form.-- I pieced two together of you and this mysterious visitor. Tell me what's going on?"

"All right." After he shared his encounter late last night. I sat there listening and in shock there 'was' another walker. It seemed she's been taught the ways of her gifts.
 
"You think she'll return to my place?"

"Maybe. I appeared there the faster way though." Wow! She must be good to follow him in that way. "She's really good then..."

"You won't do anything against me, will you?" His eyes were anxious the way he grabbed my hand so swiftly. Narrowing my eyes up at him, it's not the smart thing to do gazing into Vampires eyes he told me once. "You're my friend Stefan! You're important to me. I won't do anything against you." Clearing my state made him soften his eyes and relaxed. "Thank you." The corner of his lip risen with his half smile. I know he was scared if this other walker motion me into hunting his kind.

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to be continued...


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I am getting there... little at a time..


it's not done so will re-edit later...(alright it's kinda tough typing it out  when someone keeps bugging you every couple of minutes sorry woman.. do this when there's less people around)
Yeah so sue me wanting another Walker in Patricia Briggs story....
I usually get a kick if there was another Walker a powerful one... remained hidden unnoticed by the undead. fae and the Marrok..
 

No I didn't go there but my mom did... she went hunting for Werewolves and Vampires with her camera.

Picture it! Out in the boonies where no cell phone signals, no radio(Only the coast guard station), clean streets, no room service, no maids(make the bed yourself, exchanging towels yourself, cooking for yourself)  fresh air, locals kids walking about from place to place in town (real rez kids) and most importantly absolutely No GANGS and Not a damn sign of GRAFFITI! Kinda like a dream come true there, no?

There a couple of pictures.  View from her room and the treaty line.
Upload those later got guests.


yeah the only one that's uploaded.. the view point ain't UL yet.

Guess which movie line that came from.

For the love of Pepsi.
I wanna make something for my bro.
beading, making him a cuff bracelet...sew some fabrics in it..

Slipknot symbol with his nickname on it.
black background with red lines and white for the fill in.

Just been thinking about that a lot lately.

Something from the heart..making it.

Finally an opening at the Agency and application turned in. All I need to do is update and wait.

I am very upset at my dogs. Why- let me rephrase that. WHY!? They killed my very old outdoor cat. All of us are pissed at them and they're shivering in fear at our rage.

Bloody pissed and listened to my mp3 player looking blankly at the notebook before the writing begins. Filling out words into a paragraph  into a finished story, I've written past what? Don't know how many years. Now all need to do is type it out and delete the supernatural part from the previous old typing.

From this bittersweet past week. Gathering some song links for the sound track to the story and just post it on soompi.com/fanfix section.  "Soldiers"

Not your typical fall in love crap! About the life of a rebel soldier and underground soldiers.
Life through training. Life of adventure.