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A Hunter's Tale By Scrambler J Copyright July 2000 Hunter's Tale Chapter One My name is Mike Dayton. I'm a Hunter for the Guild, yesterday was my 39th birthday and I've been a Hunter for the last twenty-five years. I stand six foot five, two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle. I've got short blonde hair and light green eyes. What is a Hunter? Simple, we are those that stand between humans and the nightwalkers. No, I don't just mean Vamps, or vampires as you norms call them. I mean creatures of the dark world. Vamps are just a small part of the tribes of nightwalkers. Others are Dogs, or werewolves to you, zombies, demons, gargoyles, witches, warlocks, wizards, sorceress and angels. Angels you say? Yes, angels, both of the Fallen and the Host. The Fallen are those angels that you humans talk about in you holy book. They long ago turned on the Creator and tried to take command of the Heavens. Hosts are the angels that remained loyal to the Creator and fought to defeat the dark angels. As you know the Fallen lost and the Host won. Now you might think the Fallen are the worst bunch, but then you'd be wrong. No, the Host are the worst of the two. They will destroy an entire city if they feel like it. And always claim it was the will of GOD that said city was to be destroyed. I've only fought five angels, three Hosts and two Fallen, and they scare the shit out of me. Believe it when I tell you, that with the life I've lived, I don't scare easy. Fallen are almost as bad as the Host, but they at least don't go around destroying cities like their distanced brothers and sisters. No, the Fallen love to play with you humans, it's us Hunters they don't like, or the other members of the nightwalkers. I've seen one Fallen go after a whole attack team of Hunters when we make the mistake of fucking around in their turf. Now I'll bet your thinking the Fallen are demons. Right? Wrong! Demons are creatures that are children of the Fallen and aren't former angels. Oh, some claim they are, but then they lie their asses off all the time. And boy are they ugly sons of bitches too. It's weird, their parents look to be perfect humans, but it seems the Old Mighty when he made his or her angels, must have made some rule about fucking with his prize children and every child born of angel, wither Fallen or Host, turn into demons and are very, very nasty. It is the Demons and not the Fallen that live in the dark neither-realm you call Hell. Them and the Dark One himself. He also as a few Fallen that hang around with him, but mostly it's him and the hordes of Demons that live in what you call Hell. Like I said those sons of bitches are nasty. But then a few years back, about the time the Old Mighty sent his/her boy to save you all, things changed. Seems the Creator had a change of heart or maybe his/her child changed the way things are done. Now some unions with angels no longer cause the child to be demon or evil, nope some go on to be fairly nice people, they just live a hell of a lot longer then humans. That was when we Hunters came into being. One of the children of a Fallen saw what the nightwalkers did to humans and set about to fix things. She picked a hundred men and trained them to hunt down any and all nightwalkers and kill them. She gave them many gifts and seventy years later those gifts made the children of hunters different from man. We gained the power to feel creatures of the night, the power to heal most wounds, the strength of five humans, slower aging, and the best thing we got was the power to resist magic. That last gift has saved my ass, and those of many other 'true' hunters in thecenturies since we were created. Sadly, those first new hunters also saw what the mother of our race was and killed her too, just for being a daughter of the night, as they called her. Those first few new hunters created the Guild and made the laws for hunting all nightwalkers. Most of the laws are good and I live by them. But one of them really sucks. It's the law where we are to kill any child of the union of angels. The same law also orders us to kill the mother or father of the child. And I don't just mean the angel side. No, the rule is mostly for the human half. You see in all the time we Hunters have walked the night killing, we've only managed to kill maybe a hundred angels. In my lifetime no one has been able to do that and it is said the last time a Hunter squad was able to kill an angel was in the year 1645. They are the hardest things to kill. Well maybe the second hardest. You see I forgot to mention one other nightwalker. Dragons. Yes, I said Dragons, as in the flying lizards that breath fire. These motherfuckers are truly the worst of the lot. Or so it is said. While the Fallen and Host have greater powers, as do wizards and sorceresses, Dragons are hard as shit to kill. Hell, some legends say it takes three angels to kill one dragon. But then, no one in the Guild has ever fought a dragon and lived to talk about it. I've asked a few nightwalkers about them, and every single one of the fuckers has shut up when I do. My bosses in the Guild say they have proof the dragons are all dead, killed off in the early years by angels and wizards, but I don't know. I think those fuckers are just waiting in the shadows. Of course my teacher told me that dragons are just a myth the old ones made up to scare children. They might be right, some Fallen I've seen say the same thing. Now I'll bet your saying, 'He talked to a Fallen and didn't kill it!' and you're right. I'm not stupid. No one in his or her right fucking mind takes on an angel, Fallen or Host without major back up. Anyway, Lila (a very hot looking Fallen) said to me that she's never seen a dragon in her whole life. Now that is saying something, as she was born two years after Adam and Eve got kicked out of the Garden. So maybe it is true that after the fall out around the Garden, angels and ancient wizards took out the mighty Dragons. I'm not sure who to believe, my teacher and Lila, or my dead father. You see my old man claimed right up to his dying breath that dragons where real and he had proof. I never bought the story and had always chalked it up to my old man's odd behavior. Sadly he died before telling what that proof was. But he did tell me never to fuck with a dragon. Ever! The look on his face when he told me that haunts me to this day. I think my dad saw a dragon once and it scared the shit out of him. Big time too. And that is saying a hell of a lot. See my Dad is kind of a legend in the Guild. For fifty years he fought nightwalkers until he fell in love at the age of seventy, which means he had the body of a fifty-year-old human by the way. Well Mom must have been some lady, because Dad never again went on a hunt. Not even when the whole council commanded him too. Its said he told them to go fuck themselves. I guess I'm a lot like my old man. You see Dad made her a promise, and he held that promise even when it killed him. He swore to her that he'd never kill again. And that's why he let the Dogs eat him when they saw him one night at her grave. I've seen pictures of my Mom and she is one hot looking lady. I've also heard rumors that when she appeared in my Dad's life, the council thought she might be a nightwalker. But she was just human. Now that was really something. You see it's been against the law for a human to ever marry a Hunter. They feared it would make the child of that union weaker. But I'm just like all pureblood hunters. After my birth they found records in the Hall of Hunters saying that one out of every million born of a human and a hunter would have all the gifts a pureblood had, the rest would be human. If I had been born human they would have killed me, but I wasn't so I lived. Thankfully, they did away with that law after I was born. Now, some Hunters are purebloods and some are humans. We all work together hunting evil in what ever form it takes. That has to do with the fact that several years ago the nightwalkers made themselves known to all humans and struck a bargain with you humans claiming peace. What a crock of shit! About five years later some of you humans got wind that things where not as they seemed and joined us in the fight. Some purebloods have a big problem with humans messing around in our lifework, but me? I say the more the fucking merrier! Another thing was, that before my Dad married my Mom he began working on something using his DNA and hers to create a drug to give humans some of the gifts of a real hunter. Mom became the first of these new hunters and everyone thinks that is why I got all the gifts. Sadly the drug killed my mother when I was born. Dad later perfected it, but her death haunted him the rest of his life. Anyway back to me. Tonight, we are going after Lord Chang and his gang. This will make the seventh time I've gone after old fang tooth. Unlike the last six I've made a promise that this time the fucker dies! Chang is a Vamp, and a nasty old one too. He was born in 400AD and that makes him 1,780 years old. I've been after the asshole for twenty years and tonight is payback time. You see, Chang turned my girlfriend Lisa into a Vamp when I was nineteen and a rookie hunter. She was human and never knew about my past. But after she changed, Chang told her everything and I don't think Lisa ever forgave me. I've been forced to see that over the years as she's hunted and killed all of our old friends, turning most into Vamps like herself or some into Zombies to serve her and Chang. I know she'll be here tonight and I know that this time I'll have to kill her. Twenty years ago I let her live and for my sin she's killed hundreds of times since then. She's also Chang's number three wife and that makes her very powerful in the tribe of Vamps. I guess next to Dogs I hate Vamps the most of all the nightwalkers. If it was up to me I'd hunt Vamps and Dogs into nothingness and forget all about the others. I look over at my crew and review what I've been given to work with for the night. I see some old faces, like Kevin, Darren and William, three purebloods. Each has been a Hunter longer than me and I was glad that command was willing to let me take three of the best with me tonight on this attack. Darren is one of my old man's crewmembers and the big Scot is like an uncle to me. He stands about six nine and has curly red and gray hair. I know this will be his last mission before the Council makes him step down and train the younger Hunters. I'll miss seeing him at briefings when that happens. Next to him are the Anderson bothers, Kevin and William. Kevin is the oldest of the brothers and hates Vamps more than I do, which is hard to believe at times. He just got back from killing the last of the Vlad clan members and destroying that evil family for good. I hear he lost his whole team in the attack, but still managed to kill the Countess single-handed. It is from Kevin I've learned how to fight Vamps and live. He was the one Hunter who helped me deal with the loss of Lisa and then later the loss of my father to the Dogs. I guess he's like an older brother that I'm always trying to impress. Like Darren, Kevin is about at the end of his run as a Hunter. Now, William or Will as he likes to be called is like my best friend slash older brother all in one. Like Kevin, Will stands six two and has dark black hair and cold blue eyes. Will lives for the hunt and doesn't care if it's Vamps, Dogs or whatever we hunt as long as he gets a kill. He has a tattoo marking every nightwalker that he's killed personally. The total stands at about five hundred. Most Hunters don't like dealing with Will as he can come off as a little crazy from time to time, but me I've always enjoyed working with him. To most, Will is a cold blooded killer, but I've seen the other side of him when he's alone with his family. The hard warrior vanishes and a gentler giant replaces him. I think Will lives for the day he can retire and enjoy time alone with his wife and kids. Even with the fact that they have known me all my life, I can still see the awe of what I've become in their eyes. Shit, they're almost as bad as the rookies I get. Did I mention I'm a bigger legend than my old man? Speaking of rookies, I've got nine of them. Four are purebloods that are about sixteen or seventeen years old. I only know one of the purebloods. The lone female of our group. Her name is Amanda Jones. I hear that the Academy has her pegged as the female Mike Dayton. I guess I'll find out after the attack if she's as good as they say. The other five are humans. They are between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. I know two of them, not by names but faces. One is the skinny blue eyed boy that seems to think this is all an adventure. The other is a brown eyed thirty year old that has a haunted look in his eyes. This one has seen death up close and out of all the rookies, I think he'll be the one to make it. After them I spot C'har. C'har is an alien. His people crashed landed on Earth about ten years back and most of them joined the Guild. I've worked with him twice and each time the kid's proven he's got balls. I say kid, but C'har is older than me. By about a hundred and ninety years. For his kind that's young, like about twenty-four years old is to a human. He's short, about five nine and has light blue skin. Bald as hell too! Other than the dark black hairs above his eyes C'har doesn't have a hair on his body. He's like every other Kemarian warrior I've seen. Short, nasty and bald. Now he might be short, but C'har is built like a brick shithouse, and has the strength of ten hunters. His people are the ones that have given the Guild all the new weapons we've been using lately to make life miserable for the nightwalkers . I look over what my team members are all packing and smile. Every one of them is carrying a plasma gun. And they all have on what are called bodysuits. Bodysuits are dark blue, alien supplied, skintight leather jumpsuits laced with devonite armor. These suits are fucking great! Anyone wearing them can survive just about any wound a nightwalker gives. Hell, rumor has it the suits offer good protection against angels, too. I don't know what dumbass tried to prove that theory, so I'll believe that when I see it. The suits go from everyone's feet to their necks, hiding every bit of skin. Each has a hood pulled up over their heads leaving open flesh only from the nose to the chin. This is to provide the best protection against all types of nightwalkers. Their visors enhance vision and have tech-links to the implants at the bottom of their necks, linking them to Central. I'm not too sure I like the fact that all new Hunters have these links in their heads. I hear the word is out that from now on all Hunters will be required to have bio-links in order to be a full hunter. No fucking way am I letting some sawbones cut open my head and stick a small computer in it! Rule or no rule, I draw the line at shit like that, and if Central has a problem with it, they can eat shit and die for all I care! After that each suit is customized by each hunter. Each adds his or her own special weapon. Some have swords, both metal and energy types. Some have K10 blaster rifles on. Others use wrist launchers that fire silver stakes and bullets. C'har is packing an S'tar gun. Those things are nasty, made by C'har's people to cut through any type of armor. I've seen videos of these guns even eating the flesh off of angels. I've been after C'har or some of the other Kemarians to let me have one, but none are willing to give these guns up. Plus C'har told me that these guns can't be recharged by any means on Earth, and that he and the other Kemarians want to get all the use out of them that they still can. And I know he means to use his tonight and whenever he gets a shot at a demon-hive. I look down at the table in front of me and smile. My two handguns are sitting on the table, along with thirty clips. I look at the sliver coating of the HJ-100. These babies are about the size of old 9mm, used by humans in the late 20th century. They hold about fifty silver bullets blessed with holy water. I feel the tech-shotgun on my back and know that this first line plasma gun is my old friend. Darren and Will give me the familiar look saying that it's long past the time I get updated weapons. I smile back at them and watch as they shake their heads at me; they think I'm nuts to use old outdated weapons like this, but hey, so I'm old-fashioned, sue me. Unlike my team, I'm wearing simple black slacks, a black silk shirt, and a black leather jacket. I pick the guns up, slip them into my shoulder harness and let my jacket fall down to cover them. Raking a hand through my short blonde hair, I look at each team member under my black shades. (Which are normal shades and don't have the neural-link the others have) I know that I'll lose some of them tonight, maybe even the old ones. But that's the price of the job. I can see the fear and awe in each of the rookies' faces, as I stand behind the desk waiting for the orders to attack. Two of the new ones, who seem to be forgetting about my enhanced hearing, are talking. "Is that all he's packing?" the blue-eyed boy asks the girl, Jones. "I heard he told the council to fuck themselves when they told him to get fitted for a link," the girl says to the boy. She's about twenty-nine if I recall and a redhead too boot. I recalled that Jones, was trained by Karen Storm, and that the Council was expecting big things from her in the future. If she's got one. Right now the only thing I can see of her face is her green eyes through the thin blue tint of her visor. C'har moves over to me. "I've tracked about thirty vamps in the building a couple of zombies, gargoyles and six demons, " my alien friend says. His voice sounds like he's eating glass. I look at his eyes behind the visor and see the rage in those dark black pools. His gills snapped closed as I watched, getting ready for a fight. C'har and his people really hate demons. When the ship first crashed, it landed in a demon cave and the demons went nuts and fed on all the women first. To this day not a single Kemarian female is alive on Earth. Which means no more Kemar's will be born, since they can't mate with humans or hunters. I know the short muscled alien will go after each demon. That's fine with me, since Chang and Lisa are my targets. The rest are for the team to get. "Commander we've got a go," Kevin says. I notice that Kevin seems on edge tonight. It must be the fact that he'll get to kill a few more Vamps before the night is over. I see Will is looking at his older brother oddly. I half wonder if the two are fighting again. Everyone jumps to attention and awaits my command. I motion for everyone to get in position and nod to C'har to do his job. C'har lifts his right hand up and pushes the red button on the control pad. I feel the transporter kicking in and can't wait for the vamps and company to see us appear in the middle of the room. This is one of our newest weapon. The Kemar's have worked for the last two years to rebuild their teleporter technology to work with Earth computers. I'm one of ten commanders that get to use this new weapon. Trent, my boss told me that everything was green for the attack and helped pick out my team for me. I can't wait to see how the nightwalkers react to us appearing like magic before their fucking eyes. Darkness overtakes us, and the next thing I know we are in a room filled with nightwalkers. The biggest surprise is that they don't seem surprised to see us at all. Then it hits me. They knew we were coming and set a trap. I don't know how they did it, but it looks to me like they've been waiting patiently for us to show up. Chang has us surrounded by his men. Chang, a tall, bald Asian warlord smiles at me, his twin fangs gleaming in the low light of the room. He is lean and has the look of a warrior to him. Unlike most Vamp Lords, Chang doesn't let his former human battle skills fade with time. He is just as deadly today as when he was human all those years ago. Perhaps even deadlier having spent the last 1750 years perfecting his use of a sword. Chang was thirty when a whore transformed him from a battle chief into a Vamp like herself. But unlike other lower level Vamps, Chang fought his way up the ladder and is now a Lord. I hear the first thing he did after he got to power was to sell the vamp-whore that made him a Vamp, to a horde of Demons and let them rape her for five hundred years. Lisa is next to him, wearing a blood red dress, which is split up the sides revealing her long pale legs. She still retains her youth and looks better now than ever. The thin straps of the dress struggle to hold her large 42D breast inside. I can see the dark color of her nipples under the thin dress. I also notice her rather large swollen belly. She's about to give birth it seems, to Chang's child. I saw her long mane of golden blonde hair and saw her thick red lips smile at seeing me, for a moment I was nineteen again. She leans forward and kisses Chang on the cheek. Behind her is a young vamp, dressed in a white robe. Her small pert breast pushing out the robe. Her Asian skin and blonde hair tell me she must be one of Lisa's children. The girl looked about fifteen and I wonder how many children Lisa has given Chang over the years. "Hello my old friend," Chang says to me. His eyes move to his daughter then back to me, and he smiles. I see him sitting on his throne made of human skulls and I had to fight the urge to attack. I need to buy time and wait for the right moment. I'm glad to see my crew hold their positions, waiting for my command even knowing we're fucked three ways to Sunday. "Chang," I say in a tight voice. I try to put as much hate into it as I can. It's not hard. I notice the stranger standing next to Chang. The man is Asian like Chang, but has long black hair that reaches the middle of his back. He's dressed like some ancient Chinese mandarin. He has dark lifeless black eyes like C'har, and is stroking his short black goatee with one of his hands. The nails on his hands are long and razor sharp. At first I think he's a Vamp, like Chang, but then I notice the faint glow of red energy around him. I've never seen a red glow around a Vamp. Did I mention Hunters could see the life energy of any nightwalker and know by the color around them what they are? Vamps are blue. Dogs are green, but red is something I've never seen before. The tall, strange Asian waves his hand at us and the boy who was talking about my choice of guns earlier and Kevin step out of oue circle. I see the gray glow around the boy and know he is a zombie. His movements become stiff and robotic. His suit breaks away as he grows from five seven to seven feet tall and the smell of rotten flesh fills the air. Kevin turns around and smiles at me, showing me with pride his two long fangs along with a blue glow around him. Now I understand Kevin's odd behavior and why Will was so on edge. Will must have sensed that Kevin was different, but couldn't place what was different. But how did Kevin get past the Guild's testing for infected Hunters? While we are protected to a large degree from magic that witches, warlock, wizards and sorceresses use, we can be turned by Vamps and Dogs if bitten. Still no Hunter lives long as a Vamp or Dog. Our protection kicks in and if a Dog we go mad, kind of like a rabid dog and die within weeks of the change. If a tuned into a Vamp we live for maybe a day or two after the first time we feed, then our very blood becomes like acid and eats us alive. Not only had Kevin lasted more than a week as a Vamp he somehow managed to fool our senses and those of the Healers that each of us must visit after every mission. "Do you like my new pets, Mikey?" Lisa asks me in a husky voice as she nods to where Kevin and the boy are now standing. My guess is that Kevin was turned when he went after the Vlad clan. My only question now is did Kevin really kill the Countess as he claimed or is he a servant of the clan? My eyes narrow at her and Chang, but I also look at the stranger. He must be a wizard. But what is he doing working for a Vamp? No warlock could have created a spell like the one used to hide the boy and Kevin from us. That still doesn't explain why his glow is different or why a wizard is working with a Vamp like Chang. Those two types never get along for long. I notice Chang seems worried about the stranger and wonder who the he is. Vamps don't fear wizards, it's the other way around. This is either a very powerful wizard or something else. A wizard very rarely works with Vamps, because they know Vamps love the taste of their blood. I hear that to a Vamp, Wizard blood is like a fine wine. Rumors also say it gives a Vamp gifts if he or she drinks a Wizard dry. Yet I could see the fear in Chang's eyes as he watched the stranger. "I see your wondering about Han," Chang says waving one of his own claws at the stranger. That one just looks me over. I felt like he was seeing into my very soul. I get a very cold feeling deep inside as those lifeless eyes look at me. For the first time in my life I doubt if I will live through the night. Chang's men move closer and I know the attack is about to start. Then I see witch step out from behind Lisa. Her two fangs tell me that Chang somehow managed to covert a witch to his needs. Having a witch on his side would make the vampire lord very deadly. "Mistress it is about time," the witch says to Lisa, rubbing her swollen belly. Chang smiles. The witch it seems is the mid-wife to Lisa and her baby. "I've enjoyed our games over the years Michael, and will honor your memory by naming my son after you," Chang said to me, pausing for a moment to give Han a worried look. "In all of my years you've proven to be the best Hunter ever to stalk me, but I'm afraid the game is now over. We will wait no longer," Chang says as Lisa and the witch start to move away. I notice the stranger called Han doesn't look too happy at what Chang just said. What is Chang planning? And why can't he wait? Now I know that I need to get back to Central and report all this. So just as Chang is about to motion his slaves to attack I yell out. "Delta four," I shout, then jump forward to the short gargoyle in front of me and pull my guns out. I fire two shots off, hitting the bastard right in the face. He falls in a heap at my feet. I hear my crew jump into action behind me. All hell breaks out as Will fires my little secret. I doubt Kevin even knew Will was packing one of these babies. It's called a sunburst. His cannon fires a small metal globe into the air, I see Kevin move as he notices what is in the air. My eyes turn back to Chang and I almost laugh at the confused look on his face. He has no idea that in a few seconds half his men are toast. I also note that the man Chang called Han is smiling, almost as if he knows what is about to happen and doesn't care to tell Chang. The sunburst explodes into a burst of ultra-violet rays. The two Vamps in front of me burst into flames and die as I move on. My body seems to be moving slowly, kind of like I was trying to swim upstream against the current. Somewhere I can hear Kevin's voice screaming out in pain as the sunburst does it job. Despite what he has become I hope Kevin dies fast. I see smoke come from Chang, Lisa and the witch. Chang is only slightly hurt, while Lisa screams in pain, half her face on fire and falling to the floor. All over the room Vamps are dropping like flies from the rays the sunburst is giving off, and I move from defense to offense knowing the sunburst won't last long. All I can hope is my team does the same. The witch is on fire too, but she waves her hand and the flames on her die out revealing charredd black skin. She also puts out Lisa's flames and I see the burnt ruin my former girlfriend's face has become. Most of Lisa's dress is destroyed, leaving her naked chest exposed. I see that her young daughter's whole face is black and burnt from the attack. The witch touches Lisa and the wounds heal in a second. I hear the cries of other Vamps, as they die from the sunburst, but I freeze seeing the witch heal Lisa, putting Lisa's life before her own. The witch turns and heals Lisa's daughter next. Then the room goes dark again as the sunburst loses its power. "Damn you Dayton," I heard Chang scream as he jumps toward the two rookies next to me. Chang cuts the men down with ease, ripping one of their hearts out and tearing the other's head off as he starts moving towards me, he stops and hears Lisa scream. I turn back toward Lisa and see that Jones, the girl on my team had rocket boots strapped to her ankles and is flying at Lisa, shooting sliver tipped bullets as she does. One of the bullets has torn into Lisa's shoulder and the other hit her just about her swollen belly. Chang moves from his attack on me to defend Lisa and his unborn child. If we get out of this I'm going to kiss Jones. Her attack lets me pull out my shotgun and get off a shot at Chang. But just as I'm about to fire, the zombie traitor jumps in front of me and grabs my bare face. I feel the life force being drained from my body and turn the gun and fire. I hit the bastard in the chest, blowing away part of it. Green blood splatters my face but the zombie still has a hold on me. His cold hands are holding me like a vise and the life- draining power of his zombie body is cutting into me, sucking me dry. I only have moments left before my life is gone. I tilt the gun up and blow his head off. One less Zombie to fight after that. My healing factor kicks in and restores some of my lost energy, but now I'm fighting at half strength. Free, I drop the shotgun and look for Chang. I see him moving for Jones. Half of Jones' uniform is on fire from the yellow energy the witch is firing at her and I can tell the redhead is hurt badly. Even her healing power is slow to heal the massive burns that now cover her naked flesh. I notice for a split second that the left half of Jones' outfit is torn off, revealing one small, pert, naked breast. I shake off those thoughts and focus on the battle before me. I pull my handgun back out and fire ten shots into Chang's back. He falls to the ground in pain. Still, I know from past attacks against Chang those silver bullets won't stop him for long. I move to help Jones, when two more Vamp slaves jump in front of me. While I'm taking care of them, Jones drops her gun, but not before pulling a silver dagger from its butt. Her boots cut off and Jones lands between Lisa and the witch. With them distracted, Jones stabs the witch right in the heart and I hear the death cry of the vampire-witch. My guess is that the dagger was blessed with holy water before the attack. Then Lisa attacks Jones, but I see Jones pull a smaller silver dagger from her belt and hit Lisa, but the blow misses Lisa's heart and I see Lisa's daughter move to Jones, biting her on the exposed skin of her neck at the left side of her body. The witch's fire destroyed most of Jones' uniform and I see the young Vamp sink her teeth deep into Jones' neck. When that happens I know Jones is dead. Jones tries to fight off the young Vamp's attack, but she is still too weak from the witche's attack. I guess the claims that those suits could stand up to anything were false. And that fact just cost Jones her life, but maybe I can lessen her pain. I aim my gun at her, but just as I'm about to fire, Chang appears in front of me and backhands me, sending me crashing to the floor in pain with my gun flying out of my hand. His claws ripped my face open, but my healing power kicks in and starts healing then wound, but like Jones' it seems to be healing far too slowly. I have little time to wonder why as four of Chang's men move to attack me and I reach out to pull one of my dead crew's plasma cannon free and fire. The sunlamp beam cuts the men in half and hit Chang in the face, melting half of his flesh down to the bone. The cannon goes dead and I look back at Jones as I fumble for my other gun under what's left of my jacket. My arms feel like lead and I'm moving too slow. Lisa and her daughter's fangs are buried deep within Jones neck, draining her lifeblood. Jones' uniform has been torn off her body and I see that Jones is no longer fighting them but has gone limp in their arms. I know now that she is dead and on her way to joining Lisa as a Vamp. Just as I pull my gun back out, a gargoyle picks me up. He breathes his foul breath on me and I about gag. I can smell the rotted flesh in his mouth. His grip is tight, but I feel some of my lost strength returning. I kick him in the balls with my silver tipped boots and he drops me like yesterday's news. I turn from him back to where Jones was. Jones is gone, along with Lisa, her daughter, and Chang. The attack is officially fucked now. What are left of us just need to hope we live through the mess somehow. Just before turning my attention back to the gargoyle, I see C'har is fighting two of them at once. My blue skinned alien friend is naked from the waist up and the gray bones along both his arms have opened to release the bone-blades inside them. He slashes at the gargoyles,wanting them out of the way so he can go for the last of the demons. Kemar males have razor sharp, nearly unbreakable blades in their forearms and my friend is making full, deadly use of his. After killing the gargoyle in front of me, I fire a shot at one of C'har's and let him kill the other. My alien friend briefly nods my way in thanks and heads off to kill the demon. Looking around the room I see that all but Darren, Will and two rookies are dead. Will is bleeding badly and seven Vamps are moving in on him. I fire a couple of shots, but in seconds Will and the rookies are gone under the swarm of Vamps. I try to drown out their death cries as the Vamps take them. Darren is off fighting a gargoyle and from the looks of it losing the battle. He seems to be moving as slow as myself, and his wounds are not healing very fast, just like my own. What is going on? As I start to walk over to aid my old friend, I almost trip over something. Looking down I see the burnt remains of Kevin at my feet, he's not quite dead yet and I can see in his eyes that he is in a lot of pain, but I can spare no time to kill him, stepping over him to head for the door. I wonder if I should use my gun and blast a hole in his head just to make sure that he does die tonight. But time is not on my side and I need to get the rest of my crew out of here. I've lost, but I need to escape and tell Control about Chang and warn them something big is about to hit the fan. But just before the door I hit a force shield and fall back. Shit, I'm trapped and fucked! Darren's screams tell me he just bought it and I turn around to see it's just C'har and me now. Darren's body is falling to the ground and a gargoyle is holding his heart in its clawed hand. I watch as the gray beast eats my old friend's heart, then give into my rage and fire at the beast, killing it while it was licking its claws clean of Darren's blood. The good news is only ten Vamps, two gargoyles, one zombie and Han are left in the room to fight. I was probably going to die, but my crew took out some of Chang's men out. I jump over the two Vamps attacking me, spinning in the air and fire shots into them. Somehow managing to hit them in the heart from behind. Landing, I turn to see C'har taking two other Vamps down and moving towards Han. C'har is cut up bad, and I think he's about done for. So I point my gun at Han and fire. Six shots go into him, but it's only then I notice that Han is covered with bullet holes but still standing. Not one drop of blood on him and he is still fucking smiling. What in the hell is he? C'har goes to attack and Han brings up one of his long clawed hands, firing purple energy from it. The blast hits C'har dead on and he screams the worst scream I've ever heard. I see C'har's blades turn to dust on his arms and then see C'har's short stocky body begin to change. I curse the fact that C'har lacks my immunity to magic, as his body grows smaller and slimmer before my eyes. What is Han doing to him? Then black hair pops out from the top of C'har's head and starts to grow down his back. I see two small mounds appear on C'har's chest and it hits me that Han is making C'har into a female. Shit! Two of Chang's men jump me as I watch C'har become more and more female before my eyes. His muscle are now long gone and the black hair is to the middle of his now slim body. With each passing second C'har is become more and more female. I notice that one of the men holding me is a zombie and feel my life force seep from me. The other one is a Vamp who is trying to get a drink of my blood. I manage to free one arm and hit the Vamp with it in the jaw, breaking it. I push the zombie off me, and pull out my gun from the back of my belt. It only has three shots, but a saint from the 20th century blessed each bullet. I fire at Han and the bullet hits his heart. Han screams in pain for the first time and drops to the floor. While he is down C'har drops free. But I see it's too late and C'har is now a female. A Kemar female, with long black hair and delicate features. The zombie jumps on me again and I see Han's jaw drop open and grow about two feet long. Fangs on both his lower jaw and upper jaw appear and an orange glow appears in the back of his mouth as I hear the sounds of the Han's clothing rip open. Two huge bat-like wings appear on Han's back and then it hits me what Han is and what a red life glow means. Han is a mother-fucking DRAGON!!! His skin takes on a green leather-like look, and fire explodes from his mouth. I yank the zombie in front of me, letting it take the full effect of the blast. Still the fire hits me and I cry out in pain as I feel my skin get blasted away. I roll to the ground putting out the fire on my left arm and spin back at Han and fire again. But I miss and he is airborne. My vision is blurred and my whole body seems to be dragging me down. I'm fucked. Then pink lighting hits Han from behind and the human-dragon screams in pain. I turn and see the illusion of a Vamp fade and a wizard appear in its place. He has shoulder length silver hair and is dressed in a purple wizards robe covered with gold moons and stars on it. All he is missing is a matching hat. For the first time in my life I'm happy to see a wizard, even if he looks like something out of a fucking fairy tale. Han turns from me and fires at the wizard hitting the newcomer in the chest with orange fire. The flames make the wizard scream in pain and fall back. The Wizard disappears in flames and Han turns back to me. The vamp who's jaw I broke jumps on me and wrestles my gun away. I twist my wrist so the metal wristband pops open and a sliver knife snicks wickedly out. I hit the vamp in the chest killing it and reach for my gun. Fire destroys my last hope as I watch my gun melt before my eyes, I brace for death as I turn to face Han. Han brings his taloned hands up and I see a purple energy jump from them. I hear the crackle of energy and watch helplessly as he points that energy at me. FUCK! The blast hits me and it feels like a truck hit my whole body. I can feel my bones break and the magic tear into me. I feel it hit my protection and for what seems like forever it pounds on it. Then I feel my body shift and change slightly. I was becoming a woman! But the changes stop before anything really happens as my protection kicks in and the pain stops. I open my eyes and look at Han flying overhead. Just as he was about to fire again I see the blast of magic from behind him. Han turns and sees the wizard freeing C'har from the two vamps tearing his or her remaining clothes off. It hits me that while Han was fucking with me the two Vamps and one gargoyle where trying to fuck the transformed C'har. The vamps and gargoyle turn to dust and I see the naked female form of my friend. I notice no bite marks on his...her neck and thank god for that. At least C'har would live. Han roared and turned from me firing a blast of orange fire towards the wizard. Agonized cries filled the air as my last active ally died. His flesh melted from his bones and a skeleton clattered to floor when Han's fire died out. I guess Dragons have more power than wizards. I take the time to look at my hands. They are slimmer than before and I note that my fingernails seem longer, but I also see that my resistance to magic is kicking in again and they are starting to return to their old look. I can hear Han's wings flapping in the air and from the roar he lets out he must be closing in on me again. I closed my eyes. I was beaten. Sometime later I could feel the pain of Han's magic hitting my protection, trying to change me again. I heard the tearing of my clothes and felt Han's talons on my naked body as his magic raced through my form, trying to change me. I felt my chest grow and my stomach shrink. I could tell by the growing flesh on my chest, that I was growing a set of tits. Then again my protection kicked in and the painful return of my manhood began. I had to wonder if Han would try to change me for hours before giving up. My protection would protect me from major changes by magic. He could keep me male, but grow tits on me, but try and change my sex and it would backfire. Even if he left me male and with womanly tits they too would fade in a day or two. But, then I felt a great pain fill my whole body and heard a popping sound inside my head. It felt like part of my soul had been torn away from me. I screamed. "AHHHHHHHHH!!" I yelled and noticed it was a woman's voice that rang out. Han must have changed my voice while the pain was racing through me. I could feel my breasts growing again, and from the way my hair was tickling my neck I knew it was growing too. I felt my body shift from male to female. My hips grew wider and my waist smaller. The flesh on my chest had stopped expanding, but the hair was still growing on my head. Then I noticed Han wasn't using his magic anymore. So I opened my eyes. In my face was the dragon-human Han and he was opening his huge mouth. I saw past his fangs and saw a light in the back of his mouth. For a second I thought he was either going to eat me or cook me with his orange fire. Then I spotted a purple glow in his mouth just as purple flames shot out at me. I tried to scream again, but no sound came out. I started to feel the changes speed up just as I blacked out. The last feeling I had was my manhood growing up inside me and making me into a woman. Then I blacked out again. Chapter Two When I came to I felt the cold metal floor on my naked ass and could hear the soft sobs of a woman fill the room. It was that soul-rent sobbing that woke me from the darkness. Images of the last moments I was awake fill my head, and I recalled Han using his Dragon-magic to change me to a woman. At once I felt the changes in my body and knew that somehow I was still a woman. Somehow my gift hadn't protected me and I had to wonder if I would be stuck like this forever like C'har no doubt was, or could a Healer still restore my lost manhood? I knew it wasn't me that was crying and guessed it was C'har that was crying. I just hoped that he or she was still Kemar and not a Vamp-Kemarian. It was rare that a Kemarian turned, but it could happen. One thing was for sure; whatever it was Han had done to transform me had felt like a fast moving truck was hitting me. I opened my eyes and saw his naked blue female body before me. C'har was sitting on his round ass, knees pulled close to his now large full chest, the long black hair spilling over his slim shoulders and down past his waist. He was rocking back and forth while he sobbed, trying to hide his womanly breasts from me. My hope was that the healers could turn C'har back to a male and that my protection kicked back in soon and made me male as well. As I moved to sit up, the weight of my new chest dawned on me. I reminded myself that it was all only temporary, just until my immunity to magic kicked back in. My head was pounding and it felt like someone had locked it in a vise and wouldn't let up the pressure. I raised my hands up, ignoring the cold air of my cell on my very naked female body and looked at my hands. A soft womanly gasped filled the room when I saw my hands. Unlike before when I looked at them and saw a pair of somewhat female looking hands on my white flesh, now I had very small dainty fully female hands on my body, but the kicker was that this time my flesh wasn't white. I had the same color flesh as Han or Chang's Asian tanned skin. I was not only female, but I had been robbed of my race as well! "C-C'har," I said and the husky voice of a woman came from my mouth. I pushed the black hair from my eyes "C'har!" I shouted in my now unfamiliar female voice. This was going to take some getting used to. C'har stopped crying and looked up at me. Pain was written all over his now female face. The look in his eyes told me that his spirit seemed broken. "Dayton?" C'har's own husky voice. It was an almost musical sounding voice. If I was still a man and didn't know C'har had once been one, it was the kind of voice that would melt a man's heart. I turned and saw him look up, his knees pulling back revealing his large blue breast. I saw his brownish blue nipple and had the overwhelming desire to suck on them. Shaking my head clear of the thought, I forced myself to look up from C'har's full bosom and into his/her face. It seemed my head shaking must have confused C'har as he got a worried look on his now cute face. "Its me Mike," I replied softly and waved a hand over my transformed body, hoping that would explain my shaking of my head. He seemed to buy it. "Sorry C'har it's me. I'm just confused," I said and felt the need to look back down at C'har's naked body. It was like my female body wanted to gaze at his. "How long?" I asked. If this kept up and when I became male again it might be hard to resist the desire to fuck my friend's female body. I could feel my own nipples harden at the thought of having sex with C'har's erotic alien body. "Three days," C'har said in a low weak voice. Three days! How could Han's magic be so strong that I was still female after three full days? Where was my protection? And why was I feeling a need to be close to C'har, to hug him, to kiss him, or to lick at his now flat crotch. What was happing to me! "Your protection is gone little one," a voice said from the empty wall in front of me. I tried to stand, but I still must have been shaken from my transformation and was too weak to stand. I also had a strange echoing feeling in my head. "How long?" I asked my friend. He seemed on the verge of breaking down in tears again. I placed the voice as Han's. Then the light shifted at the wall and Han slowly appeared before my eyes. Gone! What is Han talking about? A Hunter's protection is part of him or her, it can't be removed. "Wrong little one it can and has been," Han said and he became fully seen. I head C'har gasp and turned and saw him pull his knees back up and hide his chest. For some reason I mimicked C'har's reaction. I felt the fire on my face as it dawned on me that Han had seen my body naked. Then the strange feeling left as it also dawned on me that if I was asleep for the last three days Han had already seen me. Still I didn't feel like lowering my knees again. "Let them drop," Han said and I lowered my knees and moved my legs apart letting Han look at my open crotch. Fire fills my face again, but I found it impossible to move. "Excellent," Han said with a smile and licked his lips as he looked between my legs. I felt shame fill my head and wanted nothing more then to close my legs. Suddenly I could move them slightly. Not enough to close them, but a little. Han chuckled at me. "Strong willed my little one. Strong willed," Han said. "They are waiting for us," came a familair voice. I looked away from Han and toward the door of the cell. Behind Han stood Trent Davis, newest member of the Council of Hunters. He was wearing a black business suit and holding a small data pad in his hands. His brown eyes looked at my naked body and I regained the ability to close them and narrowed my eyes at him. What was a Councilman doing in the same cell as a Dragon? Then I realized that Kevin and the boy where not the only traitors in the Guild. Trent was too. "T-Trent?" I asked in a confused voice. I was trying to think of why he would betray the Guild. "Damn! Han did one hell of a job on you Mikey," Trent said. He smiled at me leaving it at that and ran a hand thru his short brown hair as he turned from me to C'har and moved toward my transformed friend. Then it hit me. Kevin and the boy hadn't been the only ones that betrayed me. Trent must have been the one that gave Chang my whole game plan for the attack. "W-Why?" I asked. Trent stopped walking toward C'har and looked up at me and smiled. "Money and power," He said simply. Then he looked at Han and added. "They really are waiting," "Let them wait," Han snapped and Trent flinched at the tone of Han's voice. I noticed Trent seemed worried about the tone of Han's voice. "So what are you planning on doing next?" Trent asked. Han turned to Trent, his emerald green robe shinning in the little light and I saw his naked feet under the robe. "I was about to have a show, would you be willing to watch?" Han asked in a flat tone. Rage filled me at his words and at the fear C'har showed at the sight of Trent. Before I knew what I was doing, I managed to stand and cross the room. Balling up my hand I swung my now tiny fist at him. Trent moved before my blow came even close to connecting on him. He turned and hit me across the face hard and sent me crashing to the floor in pain. I felt tears building in my eyes and fought the urge to cry from his blow. Standing again I moved to attack him a second time, only this time with a kick. My blow hit him, but did little damage other than to just piss him off more. This time Trent grabs my throat and began squeezing the very life out of me. With his other hand he punched my gut and I felt my legs sag from the blow. After what had to have been several minutes of this Trent let me go and I crashed to the floor gasping for breath. He turned back toward C'har again, who by this time was screaming in fear of his attack. I noticed the puddle of water that had formed under C'har's bottom and knew that he/she had let her/his bladder go out of fear. What had Trent done to the warrior in C'har's spirit? Standing again I moved to defend my friend and Trent stood to face me. He had a look of rage and fear on his face. "Damn it Han stop this bitch before I kill her!" Trent said turning his head the left. Moving for the attack however I was caught off guard and hit an invisible barrier again. This time it sent me flying back across the room and I hit the wall hard. "About fucking time," Trent snapped as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small quarter sized metal disc. Han just smiled at my former boss. He then looked at me and I saw the same lust in those dark pools of eyes as Trent had for me, only they seemed to desire more of my new form. "She could be a problem," Trent said nodding toward me as he moved close to C'har. I saw him take a small round disc from his jacket pocket. He pushed a button on it and seven points came out from the disc. It looked like a star computer shaped tinny starfish. He bent down and placed it on C'har's temple. I saw C'har gasp as the disc bit down on his/her flesh. "There we go my love," Trent said in a soft tone. Love? "What are you doing?" Han asked Trent. Trent turned and smiled at the human form of Han. "Simple, I'm using my own mind control on my little blue pet," Trent said, and brought the data pad up and tapped a few buttons on it. "OHHHHH," C'har said in a lost dreamy voice. "What is you name," Trent said as he looked at C'har. "C-C'har," my friend said and then cried out in pain as the lights on the disc at his temple turned red. "No, from now on it's Sara," Trent said and hit a second button. This time I saw the light turn green and C'har cried out again. "OOOHHHHHHHH," but this time it was in the dreamy voice. I looked at the disc and knew it was one of the Kemarian thought pads they used to help up gain information from a human slave of a nightwalker, but now it was being used to reprogram my friend. "What is your name?"Trent shouted and I saw the disc light up as he spoke again. "S-Sara!" C'har shouted. His/her breath was getting heavier, and I watched helpless as her/his breast heaved under the strain. "Who am I?" Trent asked with a harsh tone. "Tr...aghhhhhh!" C'har tried to say but the disc began to light up again. "No, I am your master!" Trent said in a flat voice. "Now who am I?" he added. "Master! You are Sara's master!" C'har shouted as the disc lit up again and again. I watched as Trent made C'har repeat his/her new name over and over again. And each time C'har was made to call him master. I listened as Trent gave more commands and was forced to watch as my friend was slowly reprogrammed into Trents personal sex slave before my eyes. "Now from this day forward your are female and will no longer act male. If you do act anything but female then your will feel great pain and will beg me to end the pain," Trent added and after the disc lighted up and C'har repeated the command, when he was done C'har was panting after cumming time after time. He removed the disc and held it out to Han. "That should do it for now. Between the Ma'tor and my little toy nothing of the warrior should remain. I can do her next," Trent said nodding toward me on the wall. "Just place it on her temple like I did to my Sara, and you can begin reprogramming her mind," Trent said nodding toward me again. "I don't need your toys human," Han said in a flat tone, his eyes narrow at Trent and my former boss backed away from Han. Han pointed at me with one of his long nails. Suddenly I found myself free of the wall. At first I was going to attack them, but then I felt a tingle in my head and looked at Han. I felt my nipples harden and a moistness in my crotch build. My mouth felt very dry and I licked my lips. "But first I think we should get back to my little show," Han said and pointed his long finger toward C'har. At once my body was filled with a desire to taste my friend's new form. Trent watched at C'har with a hungry look in his eyes, turned to Han and nodded his head. "She'll fight you," Trent said looking at me. Han laughed at Trent, but agreed. "Now I really want to see you and C'har please one another," Han said to me. Was he nuts!? Sure I was still feeling the need to be close to C'har's naked body, but I was fighting it too. Then the next thing I knew I was right in front of C'har kneeling in front of him/her and I could smell his/her new body. The smell of his female sex was overpowering. "She's in the last day of the Ma'tor," Trent said with a smug voice. What is the Ma'tor? I wondered. C'har had never said anything about that. But when Trent mentioned the word I saw C'har's body flinch. Then I bent forward and leaned into C'har's face. "D-Dayton," He/she said in a soft pleading voice, but made no movement to turn from me. I kissed him/her on her/his full lips and felt his/her legs move apart. Our breast touched and I felt C'har's mouth open as he/she gasped. I moved my tongue deep into his/her mouth and moaned into his/her mouth. His/her lips tasted like honey. One of my small hands reached between C'har's open legs and I could feel the warmth coming off his/her crotch before I even touched him/her. Then my hand came done on the hairless lips of his/her pussy and I slid a finger into him/her. He/she gasped more and kissed me hard, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Then I felt one of his/her long fingernails enter my own hairy pussy and move in and out. My breathing was getting heavier and heavier and I felt light headed. Then I broke off the kiss and began moving down C'har's chest. Licking at his/her hard brown-blue nipples and biting down on one. Warm milk filled my mouth as I drank from C'har's nipple. I was in heaven. I felt C'har shake under me and knew he/she had come as a woman, then my own body filled as I came and came on C'har's finger. Breaking free of his/her nipple, I licked and kissed my way to his/her hairless pussy, slowly pushing C'har to his/her back. Once there I moved back to his/her hairless slit and began tonguing it with every thing I hand. At some point I felt my legs turn and C'har slip under me. Then next thing I knew he/she was licking at my own pussy as I licked and tasted his/her own. Wave after wave hit me as I came over and over. C'har's tongue began to move deeper inside me, and I felt it change into something very familiar, but just as it was about to enter deep into me, I felt it hit a barrier. C'har move his/her shape changing tongue back a little and I moaned in desire. I wanted him/her to fill me; I wanted to feel the fullness in me. I went to move my hips back against him when Han spoke. "Stop," he said and all desire left me and I felt shame fill my mind. I could feel C'har in me and moved off as fast as I could. His/her tongue was normal now as it popped free of my hole and when I could again see his/her face, I saw the shame on his/her own face. Why was I acting like a slut just a second ago? "I made you, little one." Han said I looked up. He could hear my thoughts! "Yes, I can," he added and moved closer to me. I could smell the deep odor of C'har and my sex fill the air, but now as Han moved close to me, I was amazed at the overpowering smell of his odor. It was so musky. Once he was in front of me, I fell to my knees and opened up his red silk Chinese robe and saw his long thick cock. I felt my mouth go dry and my eyes became glued to his bobbing tool. It hit me that I was wanting to put it in my mouth and suck on it. Shaking my head I tried to clear those thoughts from my mind as I looked up past Han's pointy beard and into those dark pools of eyes. Han smiled at me and brought one of his long, taloned fingers forward to touch my forehead. "Drink little one. Drink," he commanded. The minute I saw his eyes I felt part of me melt deep inside and before I could react, I found myself opening my mouth and drawing his monster cock inside my mouth. I lunged forward, not caring if C'har or Trent saw me and engulfed Han's meaty tool. I held back gagging as I swallowed him whole and used my tongue to lick the underside of his cock. I felt his hands on the back of my head and let him push me up and down on his cock, letting him fuck my face. At some point I looked up at Han and moaned as he moved in and out of my wet mouth. I could feel my juices race down my leg as I came over and over. Each time more than the last. Then in a lust filled haze I looked back at Han and felt whatever Han had done to my mind leave. I almost threw up when what I had just done hit me. I let my dainty hands fondle his large balls as I bobbed up and down on his now growing cock. I drew all the way down until my nose rested in the dark hairs of his crotch and let my nose breath in his powerful male musk. I began to move faster and faster, the desire to please both my Master and my growing need for his seed filling my mind. I heard Trent's laughter in the background, but was too consumed with the need for my Master's seed to do anything about it. I closed my eyes and felt his large cock in my mouth. It felt so right somehow. Then his cock began to jump in my mouth and it happened. Han began to pump warm hot cum down my mouth and I fought to swallow all of his seed. But it was too much and some spilled out of my small mouth and onto my chin. Then as I drank down his seed I felt my own body go into another intense orgasm. It was like my nipples where plugged into an outlet and thousands of volts of energy where filling my very soul. As his cock grew soft in my mouth I looked up into his eyes wishing to please him and licked him clean. After he pulled from my mouth, I licked at my lips and used my hands to feed my the stray bits of his cum that had been left on my mouth and chin. It was then I noticed that at some point one of my hands and gone between my legs and that I now had three of my fingers moving in and out of my slit. Finally Han was done and pushed me off his cock and I fell back on to my round naked ass, licking my lips and using my other hand to get the lose cum from my chin to my mouth. Then I felt Han's long nail on my forehead and I came again. "What is your name my pet?" Han asked me in a soft smooth voice and I felt my heart melt and the sound of his power, yet soft voice. "Mi Ling, Master," I said without thinking. Then the events of the last few moment caught up with me. Yet I didn't feel sick, it was just the opposite. I felt happy that I knew my name and that I had pleased my owner. "You see human, unlike your toy she is now and will forever be Mi Ling, my little Chinese whore," Han said. And for some reason, memories from the life as a nineteen-year-old Asian whore filled my mind. I still recalled my true past, but now I found that I knew the past of Mi Ling as well. I also smiled when I realized I could also now recall all of Mi Ling's talent as a whore and how she pleased both men and women in her short life. "You said they were waiting?" Han asked. From his tone I knew he didn't really care. Trent seemed lost in thought however. "I'll have to try that when Sara's in her Ma'tor," Trent mumbled, causing Han to chuckle at my former boss. "What is she smiling about?" Trent asked. "I imagine at the skills she has recalled in how to please me in bed," Han chuckled again at my former boss. "We should get them upstairs for Chang's meeting," Trent said moving toward C'har and trying to change the subject. "Ah yes, your important meeting," Han