Witch Hunter Robin: Supernatural

Witch Hunter Robin: Supernatrual
Chapter 4: Living on a Prayer
AN: I don't own WHR Robin, or any music lyrics I write in this story. If anything else comes up in the story end notes also are used to give credit. I also would like to note that any feelings that Robin and Amber feel toward there men are representations of how I feel from my real life Amon. Another note, once again we will try again with Robin X Amon. ;)This was finished shorter than I intended, but's new and better than the last! Enjoy!

Amon awoke started by a sound. A whimpering from beside him, still in his half dream like state he called out.
"Eve, Lillith, NO!"" And as soon as he looked at "eve" he was shocked to find Robin. He blinked his eyes and fought himself to wake up. "Robin?" He asked. "Robin, are you okay?" She was curled up in a ball on the other side of there bed. He reached out and touched her face. Her whimpering and crying stopped as she nuzzled ageist his hand. "Robin, is it the dreams again?" Her eyes slowly opened, her green orbs looked into his gray ones.
"Amon," She whispered and rolled right into his arms. She broke down and cried again, sobbing into his arms. Amon held her tightly.
"Robin, what's wrong?" He kissed her forehead.
"It was another nightmare." She spoke softly on his ear. His body instantly tingled in delight. "You were attacked by the lady who attacked me; she had claws and hissed like a demon. I tried to stop her, but I was the same as her, and I hurt you. Then once again you caught fire." She was panting now, her breath rushing in and out of her. Amon softly touched her face.
"It is okay Robin. I am here, see. It was a nightmare, like the others." He kissed her forehead. "Back then they did not come true; they will not this time either." She shifted so that she was face to face with him.
"It was so scary, but they are done now." She forced a smile at him and kissed his lips softly. That was the undoing of him. Amon snatched her by the hair and brought her mouth crushing to his. His leg wrapped around her small frame and pulled them closer. All Robin could do was gasp at his intensity. He rolled on top of the small girl and took Robin's lips tenderly, forcing himself to slow down. She responded by opening her mouth and exploring his with her tongue. Robin's hands explored his naked flesh. Both forgetting the night before about the other one sleeping nude. Amon moaned as she felt his stomach and thighs with her gental hands.
"Hey Bro, Rob, you'll never guess.. WHAT?" Suddenly came from the open door. Nigria had just walked into the striking scene. "Oh.. I.." Was his next response as Robin shrieked and jumped under the covers. Amon simply put a pillow over himself as he looked at his brother.
"Do you FUCKEN mind?" Amon growled.
"Opppss…." His brother responded and walked backward out the door. "I have exciting news, but not as exciting as that looked." And he shut the door. Suddenly Amon herd another noise and turned and looked at a giggling Robin.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help but a laugh at all of this." She smiled really big as she said that and pulled him in for another kiss. "I love you Amon. But we can play later." And she started dressing. Amon stood there and watched his witch lover dress as she always did. Occasionally she'd look over at him and smile, no Smirk at him. Once she was dressed she walked out the bed room door, Amon was still staring at her confused. "I'm going to go make breakfast."
Shaking himself from the vision of pure beauty he himself got some what dressed. He wanted to be able to finish what was started a few minutes before hand easily. He threw on a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, not buttoning it.
"GOOOOD Morning Younger brother" Nigira spit out as soon as Amon walked into the kitchen. "God please let her do the cooking; it's got to be better than yours."
"It is" Robin commented as she tosses six eggs into a frying pan. "Anyone give a damn how the eggs are cooked?" She asked giggling. Amon was shocked to hear her use those words. Both men shook there head and took a seat at the table. Robin put an ash tray in front of them and two glasses. "Screw drivers, right Amon."
"You've lived with me for too long Robin." He said with a smile as she fixed both men the drink. Nigira handed his brother a smoke and light both the cigarettes. Robin opened the small window by them, and then returned to cooking.
"What news do you have for me?" Amon asked in a puff of smoke. He tried to hide a smile as Robin placed the drinks before them. His brother took a gulp and looked at him in the eyes.
"I beat the shit out of that Amber." He said flatly. Amon's eyes went wide as he singled the 'Change subject'.
"Is that the hunter who attacked us?" Robin asked as she added sausage to the pan.
"No!" Amon spoke quickly before his brother could open his mouth. "He means in poker, right brother. The two have an old bet going on."
"Yeah" he commented while puffing away on the smoke. Amon took a deep breath of the cancer and relaxed little. He looked at his brother and mouthed 'We'll talk later'.
"Here you go boys." Robin interrupted them and places three dishes of sausage and eggs on the table. "Thank you for going shopping for us Nigria." She leaned over and kissed his check, smirking at Amon at the process. He had a look of total envoy, so robin leaned over and kissed his lip between another puff. Both men were surprised as Robin just sat herself down and started eating like nothing had happened.

After a nice long breakfast Amon instructed Robin to work on her studies more. He and his brother had to speak business, after that Robin could model for him.
"Sure, alright then, off to the books I go." She smiled and kissed Amon softly on the lips then his brother on the check and skipped into the bed room. Amon let a long sigh out looking at the dishes.
"There is no way in hell you can convince me to do them." His brother commented.
"I know." And he started the dishes unhappy at the mess Robin made. "So, Amber got the shit beat out of her. That was why her comment the other day said thanks to you, my brother, which our meeting would have to wait two days. Which," Amon spoke softly, "Is today. "
"So you are meeting her today?" Asked Nigria as he dried a dish.
"Yeah, in the food court, three this after noon. Both me and Robin, but she will be talking to me mostly she doesn't want Robin knowing who she is. Which language will she chose?"
"Well she used the Italian while hunting, she won't use Japanise, because that would blow her cover. You don't know Latin, and she never uses English." He rambled.
"French" they both said at the same time.
"May I come?" The elder asked in a sweet voice.
"She might behave more if you do." Amon laughed. "You done Robin?" he asked not turning around, knowing she had just walked up.
"Yeah, can I show Nigria the stuff you bought me?" She asked softly, he had surprised her. "Like try them on and show him."
"Show him the ring first." Amon added as he put stacks of dishes in the cupboard.
"Ring?" Asked the older Shunji.
"YEAH, see!" Robin thrust her hand in his face. It was a cheep pewter silver cast ring, it had flames carved all around it, but it sat on her ring finger, left hand. Also known as the engagement ring finger. He raised a high eyebrow at his brother. "It's very pretty Robin, I think it suits you better than any other kind of ring." He again shot his brother a raised eyebrow and Amon fought the urge to turn pink, purple, green, blue, but not red, anger red he could do. He's implying that I bought Robin a Promise ring! HOW DARE HE! But deep down inside Amon knew it was true. The ring was bought to give Robin a daily reminder of him.
"Yeah I saw it and I thought it would be nice for her. You know she doesn't own more than that necklace her mother gave her." Amon answered, trying to hide any emotion in his voice, but at the same time Robin was hugging his side in thanks. What have I gotten myself into? "Robin, go try on the cloths."
"Like a real fashion show thing?" She asked haply. He nodded. "What music can I model too?" Amon shrugged and turned on the CD player they had, just happened that Bon Jovie was in there.
Tommy used to work on the docks
union's been on strike
He's down on his luck - It's tough
so tough.
Amon growled at the irony of the song that played. Nigria laughed softly, but Robin didn't get it and didn't care. She ran to get dressed.
Gina works the diner all day
working for her man
She brings home her pay for love
for love.
Robin first appeared in a long Fire red shirt that fit her perfectly, off shoulder long sleeves, she put on one of the long black skirts, this one had knee high slits on either side. Nigria whistled. "NICE" He said over the music. Just then Amon's cell went off and he stepped out side to answer it.
"Hello, we are meeting today, am I not right?"
"Yes, you are right my dear. What Time? What Place?" The voice at the other end asked.
"Cut the shit Amber. Three O'clock. Food Court. My brother is attending."
"Fine" She replied to his tone, dropping accents. "I'm sure he misses me."
"We will see you then." He snapped.
"Over and out." She replied. He heard her hand up and Amon relaxed.

She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love -
We'll give it a shot.
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
Amon returned to the fason show going on in his living room just intime for Robin to appire in that red dress. Amon tried to hide the fact that she had an affect on him. And it wasn't the fact of how reveling it was, because the dress was not, it was the fact she looked so much more adult in the dress, and he knew she felt beautiful in it.
"I can not believe how beautiful you look in the dress. " Nigira spoke softly, also transfixed on Robin's beauty. "You are one lucky guy" he whispered to his little brother. Amon just growled at him. They both herd Robin laugh.
"Umm guys, don't we have a busness meeting to go to?" She called out wandering to the bed room.
"Hey bro, what did you do to that poor girl?"
"Nothing." And Amon walked off to get another drink.

In the shadow Amber sat. Her hair brushed across her face to hide her birthmark. In her rented room she sat before the vanity mirror, applying make up to her tan face with only the light of the desk lamp. 'I have to hide thease marks, I can not let Amon see what Nigira did to my beloved face'. She passed some blush along her check bones, hoping to shift her look from Italin hetitage to a more francophoneic* hertige.
" Il y a des choses qui doivent être faites." She spoke trying to keep her accent more American than European. Smiling she applied a deep red lip gloss, one that would stick to her lips even after a ciggrette and a cup of coffee. "Choses qui doivent être faites. Much better Il mio, much more fitting." She smirked and took a final look at herself. This is going to be intresting She lit up a smoke and leaned over and turned up Bocelli*, this was one of her favorite songs by him, it was the duit with Sarah Brightman, "Time to say Goodbye". Amber smiled and waltzed around the room. She layed on the bed the things she wished to wear. A deep brown minn skirt with vine patters of black, a suit coat of the same brown, and her burgundy tank top for under the jacket. Once she sliped into her strappy heals she dressed, whispering the lyrics. "Che sei con me con me, Tu mia luna tu sei qui con me" That you are with me;You, my moon, are here with me. But she knew Amon would never be her moon again. Her room phone rang and she answered it with a smile.
"Saluti il mio bambino," Father Julino addressed her with a slither in his voice. Greetings my Child. "Spero che abbiate reso i vostri programmi buoni." I hope you have planned well.
"Sì Padre" She answered him in a childish voice, she always addressed him for fear of her life. She put the last of her smoke out before he even mentioned it, she could hear his amusment over the phone. "I have planned well" She spoke in there native language. "I should be leaving soon to meet with Amon and your Grand Daughter. I have chosen the French Lanuage to speak so that Miss Robin cannot see who I truly am yet."
"Have you covered your birthmarks and dressed in a way other than yourself?"
"Sir, I've been on the Run before, much like her, please do not forget this. I know how to do my Job.." She shut her mouth before she continued.
"I am very awhere of that, and you may again if you do not watch your toung with me"
"Yes sir. When will they be returned? Will one of Ours bring them back or will one of theirs?"
"I can not tell you who, but one of theirs"
"Si" And in the background she herd "Ave Maria" and tried not to laugh at the insanity of this moment.
"Then let us pray for our Work." He began their personal ritual her mother had taught her, the Prayer of Solomon. She bowed her head. "Madre del dio, Diaci la vostra saggezza. Possiamo di buona strega cercare quelli del Male. " 'Mother of God, Give us your wisdom. May we of the Good Craft users hunt those of the bad.' "Vigilanza sopra noi nel vostro lavoro, Preghi per noi che usiamo i nostri regali per il buon del genere dell'uomo." 'Watch over us as we hunt, and may we use our gifts for the good of mankind.' A moment of Silance and then Amber Spoke her words of this Prayer.
"Posso cammino il percorso, uso i miei regali, dò unto il signore. Sono una strega, io sono un cacciatore. Il mio Duity sacred è stato passato giù per trecento e venti anni, poiché il Coven si è affondato nell'oscurità." She gasped back, feeling her power in her veans, the same power as her ancestors. 'May I walk the path, use my gifts, give unto the Lord. I am a Witch, I am a Hunter. My sacred Duity has been passed down for Three hundred and twenty years, since the Coven sank into the Dark..' Her soul lifted and she called her inner power, she spoke the last words. "Poichè volontà, questa sarò fatto."
"Amen" Both spoke at once. So mote it be her mind raced.
"Very well my child you are preapered for the duties of Solomon."
"Thank you father, I will report at the end of my misson." And she hung up, excited and exhausted, all at the same moment.
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Final Note: I used Free Translations for the Prayer. I made it up just incase you were wondering.
*Meaning of the French