AN: In the process of being revised. This chapter is redone. There will be an AN for each revision. Thank you.

This is the official sequel to "Demons And Angels". If you haven't read the previous fic, chances are you will be very, very confused. Please read that first if you haven't.

I owe my good friend, Silent Hunter and Predy96 for both the inspiration and encouragement to write this sequel.

Predy96, thank you for your encouragement and your support!

Silent Hunter, your advice and your praise gave me wings! Thank you!

And I don't own Predators or Aliens! Just my own OCs! and the plot!

Crossing The Line

BY

RDG

Chapter 1
It's No Problem...Yet

(McIan's POV)

No one ever liked me very much. I mean, not that I can blame them. I hated their guts too.

It was always like that. me against the world. I actually loved it. Getting even is pretty fun. Having a good reason to walk into school with a knife in hand is even better. Being able to think and plot and perform retaliating acts without getting caught is paradise.

Of course… that's not to say you don't EVER get caught. And the person I hated the most also happened to be my secret crush. She was two years younger then me, gorgeous green eyes, and not a bad figure, slim and graceful. Best tree climber I'd ever seen, too.

No one had ever taught me how to say "I love you" to a girl. Don't really matter any more. Besides, why ask for something when you can take it?

Her body guard, though, that black lezzy, Niki, got in my way.

Always.

No matter what I did, or what plan I devised, she was always there, hanging with Dagmar, always watching her back. She was like a fucking guardian angel, always showing up when I thought I'd finally had Dagmar.

And besides that… Dagmar always seemed to know when I was around. It was like her radar would go off and she'd immediately take evasive action.

Dagmar...

How I wanted to take that little bitch and just… release myself into her. She slowly became an obsession. One I never really recovered from.

So… when she and Niki finally got me caught with my pants down, so to speak, I was determined, to some day, get revenge. I'd never forget either one of them. They escaped my grip, though, when they joined the fucking army.

Now, as I realize that she's here… on this same planet I've been trapped on for two seasons, I can't help thinking to myself that it's payback time. Niki won't always be there to watch her back. Not this time.

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(Dagmar's POV)

I leaned back against the wall, panting quietly from my frantic jog. This damn ship has got me all turned around. In other words, I've been having navigating issues, among other... issues. Sitting against the wall, I try to get my bearings. Good lord, I've never liked navigating...

Ya know… I should probably give you a damn recap, while I'm sitting here like an idiot who's run a marathon.

Pay attention:

It's been approximately five hours since we got off the Game Preserve. Me and Niki survived the whole ordeal, which is a fucking miracle, now that I think about it. We were in danger the whole time…

I'm convinced now that there really are angels… although I never thought they'd wear fishnet for body armor.

Hah, yeah, one other thing. I'm in the middle of "that time of the month". So… my thoughts have been a bit weird. Niki gets REAL uptight when her time of the month hits her. Me, on the other hand I get weird. Almost perverted, in a sense, laid back and… yeah. It's weird. I don't enjoy it and besides that, on the second day… which is tomorrow… I always get the worst stomach cramps EVER.

My mom used to tell me that those were equivalent to the quietest contractions of giving birth.

WHY did I just tell you that?

I think it may have something to do with my state of being.

...

So, moving on, I'm sure Niki's not looking forward to tomorrow, in having to look after me AND our new protegee, Venus.

Who is Venus? A yautja female, an adult one, from what she's told us, but very, very tiny for her kind. Which makes me wonder… how big do their females get?

The guys have been warned to stay away because of Venus. Poor thing, she was a slave to the monsters that were hunting us. I don't know what all they did to her, but I can guess pretty well, from the way she acts, the scars on her body and the things she says when she does speak…

A couple of hours ago, Zombie came into the room, knocking first, and when Niki let him in, Venus shrieked like a banshee and raced into the cleanser, shutting herself in. Niki then announced that the next male who entered our quarters would be promptly castrated with her dagger. I guess Zombie passed the message along cause we haven't seen any of the guys… and when Zombie brought us some food, he didn't come in. He knocked, left the food on the floor and left.

Niki yelled at him again, calling him a nasty bastard and worse, just 'cause he left the food on the floor.

In all honesty?

I think she really likes him.

Also… It's weird, but I could swear he has the hots for her. I KNOW I saw him checking her out when we finally did get settled in, and all her threats seem to roll off him. I mean, he respects her requests and all, but he doesn't take any of her threats and insults personally, like men usually do.

Right this moment, I'm trying to find our room. I had left to find out what happened to our *insert sarcasm here* buddies, Lucas and McIan.

Lucas seems to be an honorable enough killer, but I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. McIan on the other hand…

I'm just scared of him. He's the same fucker that threw a rock at me when I was in 3rd grade. Me and Niki got him busted when we were in 7th grade for selling marijuana… among other things which are not decent to mention here. The kinda of things that make you throw up. He deserved the death penalty, but of course, all he got was time. That and free cable, I bet.

Besides all of the above… he's a total creep. I've always had this bad feeling about him. And I trust my gut. So…

Knowing he's on the ship is disturbing to me. I wish that tall american guy hadn't died. The one who yelled at Lucas that he was fired. That had been pretty funny, now that I think about it.

Still, I wish McIan had died. Hell, I wish he had died… cause he's one of the faces I see when I shoot a target.

Oh… wait, there's that corner again. Hmm… Oh! I recognize that door!

Without another thought, I bolt into the room, only to find that it's not the one I'm looking for.

Crap.

It looks like a training room. I walk in, curious. There's a large mat on the floor, for wrestling? Sparring?

Huh. A weapons rack, a wall for target practice, and just about anything you would need for training to fight. I chuckle as I walk onto the mat, lost in my observations. All at once, a shadow falls over me and I whirl around.

Well shit.

Matador doesn't look too happy to see me.

I grin, my insides slightly quivering as I put on my "brave face".

"Heya Matador! What's up?"

He growls in response," What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing, genius?" I snap," Are you blind?"

He growls at me, clearly displeased," Your attitude is not amusing, Yin'Tekai," he says my name like it's an insult. I've long since learned that his name for me means "honor". I guess he named me that cause I didn't kill him when I had the chance…

I growl back," You're lucky I'm not kicking your ass like I should, you overgrown lizard!"

It's at this point that something in my head asks me,"are you suicidal? He's fucking 7.4 and probably outweighs you by 300 pounds!"

But does that stop me? Nooo….

As he growls louder," I'd like to see you try, little ooman," advancing slightly on me, I suddenly find that I'd much rather keep my head attached to my shoulders. Of course, my mouth has other ideas, shooting off again," See you in hell, asshole!" as my legs make an attempt to save me, carrying me down the hallway. Once again, I'm racing through the maze of hallways with no way of knowing where my room is.

Fuck.

And it only gets worse when I run smack into a brick wall… a fleshy brick wall… with dreadlocks…

Matador smugly looks down on me. I realize that he knew where I was the entire time.

I grin slightly, shaking," Uh… Hi. Long time no see!"

He growls as he snatches me up by the scruff of the collar and, as I squirm and thrash around, yelling at him to put me down, he starts laughing," Poor little ooman. Getting lost is never fun, is it?"

"Bastard! Let me go!"

"As you command," and he hurls me into a room. I land on my feet and turn to yell at him, a lot of obscene stuff, when I realize that Niki's standing right by me, looking grim. I freeze and realize he took me back to my quarters. I guess Niki was standing at the door, looking out for me, cause the door was open. I'd like to think he was trying to keep his balls by throwing me into the room instead of setting me down by the doorway, but I got the feeling he enjoyed tossing me.

Niki growls," Mari, 'ow menneh time Ah gotta say it? Stop-"

"Cussing. I know, I know," I growl, sweeping into the room. I've got to take a powder.

Stupid menstrual period… Stupid, arrogant, SEXY yautja bastard…

Damn it, see what I mean? That has GOT to be the weirdest thing I have thought so far...

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Larja had remained, for the most part, at the helm of the ship. Things had not been bad. Not so far. Kwei had yet to find that sedative though. And Larja was a step away from just shooting both ooman males and being done with them.

He really didn't like the way McIan was acting. The man was too sneaky and smug for Larja's taste. An arrogant young fool with enough smarts to make him dangerous.

Kwei and Matador both searched actively for the sedative, before the two ooman males could cause trouble.

On the whole, however, Lucas had kept a tight leash on McIan. Larja growled slightly to himself as he estimated the time it would take to get to earth. He could not wait to get rid of the oomans. Especially Yin'Tekai, Matador's ooman female. She was beginning to emit a scent that was not only NOT unpleasant but... slightly arousing as well. It discomforted him that he should be attracted to such a scent, emitting from an ooman.

On the other hand… he half dreaded having to deal directly with the abused slave of the Dishonored Ones.

The Larger species of yautja were known as the Thei-de Clan. They rarely stuck together, but they were widely known… and feared. Ruthless and dishonorable above all others, they were a clan of Bad Bloods, too many and too violent for the Arbitrators to finish off once and for all. They were the ultimate catch for an Arbitrator to bring down, because of their sheer size and the ruthlessness of their tactics.

It was not surprising that they should mistreat a female so. Besides, she was too small to defend herself against them, and undoubtedly, they were rebels of their own matriarchy.

Larja growled low under his breath as he heard Lucas mutter something in his own language. McIan snarled, "Man, shut the fuck up. No one knows what you're saying."

Lucas grinned," Oui. Zat eez ze pont."

McIan growled but only sunk deeper into his seat, bored and angry.

Larja had his back turned to them, but he wasn't stupid. He had them monitored closely, both of them. If they so much as made a move…

McIan stood to his feet very suddenly," Anyone know where the piss-room is?"

Larja looked at him blankly. Impatiently, McIan added," The bathroom. I gotta take a piss!"

Larja understood. And he wasn't quite sure what to do. So, he pretended ignorance, turning his back on the former convict. McIan snarled," hey, I'm talking to yo-"

POW!

Larja turned around quickly, in time to see Lucas stand up, belt McIan across the face and then sit back down. McIan fell back into his chair, unconscious. Larja clicked inquiringly, looking at the big french man, who shrugged, speaking French,"Son temps était venue," grinning largely.

Larja chuffed, as he nodded and turned back to the computer, continuing to look through the data.

Within the ship were twelve cells that held ooman prisoners, a room which held Hard Meat Carriers and four escape pods. The ship was designed for only three yautja. Larja glowered at the escape pods. Only four…

He didn't like it. Not at all.

But, there it was.

At this moment, Kwei entered the room, looking upset. Larja turned to him and chuffed," There is no sedative?"

"Not so far. We will keep searching." he added in a low growl," Sain'ja was very upset when Bhu'ja tossed Yin'Tekai into the room like a sack of meat."

Larja roared with laughter, snickering," He wanted to keep his manhood, I think."

Kwei chuffed quietly," Undoubtedly. But Sain'ja was not happy and it took a lot of my charming good looks and soothing words before she calmed down."

"Charming… I think you've become pyode, Kwei R'ka!" Larja huffed, shaking Kwei's shoulder slightly.

Kwei gruffly snorted, sitting in one of the seats, he growled," Maybe I'm just irresistible!"

Larja rolled his eyes," Modest too."

"A hunter is not required to be humble."

"Before the Elder, he is."

"You are no Elder."

"… Kwei?"

"yes?"

"Shut up."

Kwei clattered," I cause speech to flee from the mouths of everyone!"

"GET OUT!" Larja roared, charging at Kwei, who leapt out of his way with little difficulty, laughing heartily as he backed slowly out of the room.

Lucas was watching all this quietly and hid a disgusted smile of amusement. Watching them chatter back and forth, acting like quarreling brothers, they almost seemed… human.

Naw... He really wanted to get back home.

Unfortunately, he had no idea of the wild ride that was in store for them all...

FRENCH TRANSLATION:

His Time Had Come

YAUTJA TRANSLATIONS:

Thei-de: Death

Sain'ja: Warrior

Yin'Tekai: Honor

Pyode: Soft

Kwei R'ka (Zombie):Sly Fire

Than-Guan Bhu'ja (Matador): Midnight Ghost

Larja Halkrath (Cross): Dark Shadow

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