Epilogue
All my life, I've posed as someone that I wasn't. Since my birth, my true identity was kept hidden. For if someone found out, the world as we know it was likely to end.
So all of the Dark-Hunters and Squires alike would see me only as Lena; the Squire of the Dark Hunter leader, Acheron Parthenopaeus.
I was brought up to know the world of Dark-Hunters, Apollites, and Daimons, Dream-Hunters, Were-hunters and Gods. I was taught their strengths and weaknesses and especially, how to kill them.
When my Dark-Hunter is down, I risk my life to save him. Not only because he's my Dark-Hunter, but because I love him. If Ash was to die, so would my world.
Normality was never a word in my vocabulary. Humans are not to be aware of the things that go bump in the night and the things that kill them. A Squire's number one priority is to keep their Dark-Hunter safe. We also have to keep our world a secret. That's what makes my job so fun.
Chapter One
"Lenetta? Did you wash my Grateful Dead T-shirt?" A tall young man with long blue hair stuck his head into the kitchen where I was making breakfast. Dropping the spatula, I spun around to meet his swirling silver eyes.
"Ash, where do I always put your clean clothes? It's in your drawer. Do you want any bacon while I have it out?" Ash shrugged his muscle clad shoulders as he trudged back to his room.
"Men." I thought as I added six more pieces to the skillet. My watch beeped, indicating that it was 3 in the morning. I should have been in bed, but as a Squire, the night was only beginning. When I put the bacon down with the rest of the food, I realized just how much I had fixed. 50 pieces of bacon, 24 pancakes, 19 pieces of toast, 12 pieces of sausage, one big plate of hash browns and some assorted fruit. I sighed at the usual breakfast that I fixed each morning.
"Acheron, Simi, Xirena! Breakfast is ready." Ash, dressed in black, strolled into the kitchen, followed by two women dressed in similar attire. One woman had blue hair that matched Ash's. Both were dressed in velvet skirts and tank tops with black and red PVC boots. Simi, who was around 20 in human form, was a lot taller than her sister, who had long light blonde hair. Simi's hair always matched her master's while in human form. Although they were sisters, they rarely agreed. These women were demons, really. Charonte demons.
"Where's the barbeque sauce, Akra-Lena?" Simi asked me.
"It's in the cabinet, Sim." I placed four plates on the table and sat down in my chair. I said a silent prayer, thanking the Gods for the food.
"Akri, when is the Simi's birthday?" Simi asked Ash. He thought for a second before he replied.
"February 14th, Sim. Why?" Simi looked up from her mess of food and bbq sauce.
"Um, no reason. I just wanted to know."
"Lena, have you finished the changes on the website?" Ash asked while washing his plate in the sink. I got up, took the plate from his hands and shooed him away. Picking up the sponge, I replied.
"Yes. I added on to Nick and Sin's profiles. Otto still hasn't gotten back with me about the boltholes that have been appearing lately."
"Otto is in New Orleans with Val and Tabitha. Tab's in labor." Ash noted. I shook my head in confusion.
"I thought she wasn't due for another week?"
