Disclaimer: Rimfire belongs to the creator
of the Biker Mice. I did not make money off of this. All other characters,
plots, ideas, and situations belong to me and me alone. Do not use them
with out permission.
Any resemblance of anyone dead or alive was not intended.
Thanks: To Gabby for giving me the idea for all of this to begin
with. To Rogue and DT and the others who have been my sounding board. And
to Jessie VamWham who put up with me rambling on and on about this fic
and making her help me with some of Rimfire's dialogue later on in the
fic. (A note will be place before all sections containing dialogue by Jessie.)
The Prologue is rated: PG
This version of Blood Promises: Darkness
Calls is rated NC-17. IF you are offended by violence, death, sexual references,
sex, and bad language do not read this fic. There will be a PG-13 version
of this fic available soon. The prologue is suitable for people of the
ages 12 and up. Comments and flames should be emailed to me at . Thank
you for your patients now on with the story.
The orange flame slowly sank over the city of
New Orleans, the big easy. As the shadows deepened, people headed to their
homes. Weary after a long day. But some in the city were just awaking up
to the dusk. Waking up to the newborn night. Some where just the unlucky
souls that worked the grave yard shift. Other were those that lived for
the parties, the clubs, and the nightlife.
And then there were them. Those that truly lived
for the night. The darkness. They ruled the night, and when it fell over
the city of New Orleans, they owned her. The unseen master and mistresses
of the night. And for those that had the misfortune of capturing their
As he stepped into the street from the elegant
French Quarter home, the man straightened his black leather jacket. He
loved the night, it was his element. His playground. Golden eyes glittered
from behind his sunglasses, as he ran a hand through his perfect coal black
hair. To say he was handsome was a crime. He was beautiful.
Wearing tight black jeans and a white shirt, he
put the sexiest Hollywood leading man to shame. Smiling at a young woman
who jogged pasted him; his pure white teeth seemed to glisten in the fading
light. Usually he would have done more than smile at the woman, but he
wasn't after her tonight. Oh know he had a far better one
Pulling a picture of an attractive blonde woman
in her early 20's out of his pocket, he traced her jaw line with his finger.
Such a specimen. And she would soon be his. Those green eyes would soon
Soon she will be mine
Across the city, a young woman's green eyes flashed
in anger at her champion. "You can't tell me what to do! You don't
own me, Rimfire."
"Haydy, would you listen to reason! Why should
you move from Detroit to here? There are three plutkains in Louisiana!
Think babe!" Rimfire said trying to stay calm.
"This job is a great opportunity for me Rim!
Why should I give it up? And it's only for the winter, I'll be back in
Detroit by June!" She crossed her arms glaring at him.
"If you do this I won't come with you!"
The words came out before he could stop them.
Hayden looked like he had just hit her; her eyes
were wide and hurt. "You really mean that? After all we've been through,
you'll throw it away over where I live?!" Her voice was cold. "FINE!
Be like that."
"FINE!" He said back.
The two walked, down the empty street towards
the hotel in silence. Neither of them spoke or even looked at each other.
And as the last of the sun faded and the street lamps came on, Hayden's
green eyes glittered with tears..