The soft melody that surrounded the sleeping town, the tune was even sung so silently not one person could hear it in their sleep, even the lighter sleepers could not hear a single sound. The moon full gazed down in the middle of the field, a flame from a fire made the still colored grass glow orange. There is one single figure in the entire field, the long colored locks, brown as a bear's coat, swayed in the light wind even when the tune that this figure turned to a different tune. The bare feet lightly tapped against the ground in a rhyme that matched the soft melody. The twitch of the hips had the hair swaying in the same direction, a dip here and a twirl there, a danced around the glowing fire started.

It is how Bobby had found the figure.

The melody changed once again, encouraging the other to join the dance around the fire. Urging the other to join the other. A force that Bobby could not fight as he dropped the only visible weapon that he had with him, to the ground. He took a step towards the only other figure, his body moving without his command.

The sway of hips and dip in them, Bobby gripped the hand that was out stretched towards him. He twirled the other being under the full moon. The being smiled lightly, small points grazing his bottom lip as his voice sounded once again in a change of tune that soon matched their seductive dance. Bobby felt his control slip from him, the sudden need to be close to this creature was not want he wanted. His body tried to fight the urge to curl around the being; however, the pull of this powerful creature was not what he had known from the stories he had heard when he was still a boy.

Then suddenly it had all stopped as if Bobby could feel the sudden change of power that filled the field with heaviness. The need to run was in front of his mind, but he couldn't move because the creature held a strong grip on him. He tried to fight, but the sharpen nails that was jammed into his throat stopped his protest and he could only watch as someone else entered the field.

Startling green eyes meet his, so bright and light as if the other figure could not see. Long dark hair, black as night, curled around the other figure in loose curls, tied in a loose braid that fell over one shoulder as loose strands fell into the other's face. Bobby watched as the other figure stepped closer to him, and under the full moon he could tell that the other figure was male and the tightly wound clothes hide nothing to the naked eye.

The sharp nails glistered in the fire's glow, the ends painted in a dark purple that matched the long sleeved shirt he was wearing, Tight pants, skinny jeans, ran down long legs and was tucked into a pair of black boots that Bobby knew those were made for women and not for the opposite sex.

"Now, what do we have here?" The soft and uncaring voice of the male questioned. The slight tilt of the head was in curiosity and wonder. "A hunter and a very beautiful siren, sight to behold." He whispered seductively towards them.

"Leave." The creature that held Bobby ordered in a hiss. The tilt became even stranger as the eyes glowed even more at the order. The curiosity turned into a boiling rage and the power that surrounded them was even stronger, burying them.

"Now," The other being started as the slightly twitch of the hands and a step towards them, "Why would I? I always loved to watch." He walked even closer to them. However, he was gone before their eyes, and a different and lighter tone started to play in the dying wind. Bobby's body started to fight the other siren that held him, and without his command, Bobby slipped from the strong hold. He was forced to move away and dodging away from griping hands. He slipped and fell to the ground just as the other being stood before him, the tune soon gone as the being gripped the outstretched hand that was trying to reach for Bobby.

"Let me go." The siren ordered as he fought to be released. He was suddenly let loose and in his shook and at sudden movement, the siren fell to the ground with a grunt. Green eyes glanced over his shoulder, spuriously checking over the fallen hunter before turning his freezing gaze onto the other being.

"Who do you think you are to order me around?" The other questioned as his voice dropped with venom. The siren looked on with shock eyes as he saw something that Bobby could not see, but feel. The power was over whelming to say. The sudden need to hold his breath and hide himself was an understatement. The need to never run paths with the unknown male was something that Bobby would never like to meet again in a fight.

The sudden need to see what the other was seeing was not something Bobby was not use too. The sudden intake of breath from the other being made Bobby's gaze to shift over to the other. The look was pure horror.

"Leave now." The strong and more powerful creature order in a voice that shook the very earth below them. The fire died and the wind sudden strong swift swept the long hairs of both creatures to the side and before Bobby's very eyes the siren lifted himself from the ground, the siren fighting every move that his body was making, and left.

Bobby went to stand.

The other creature turned to him with a smile and held his hand out. Bobby looked at it and shook it off. The other pulled himself away from the hunter and looked wounded with a pout upon his face. Bobby glanced around him as if trying to see if he was still in danger; however, his eyes didn't leave the other being in his search.

"If you are looking for the prize hunt, his long gone from here." The being before him stated in the dying glow of the fire. Bobby stared at the other, his hands flinching to the only other weapon on him, a knife. He gripped it, the silver blade hidden from sight.

"Now," The being before him started with his hands up and a lopsided smile upon his face. Trying to look innocent in front of the hunter. "Come on, I just saved you. Is that anyway you should treat your savior?"

"Savior?" Bobby questioned and scuffing at that thought, he did not need to be saved. Not by anyone at least. Bobby felt his body stiffen as the other stood behind him, unnoticed that the other had even moved.

"Now," The long nails touched his hip and the other hand touched his cheek, in a caring manner, "You were his food, yearning for a touch that was not his to take by force." The being pulled him closed, their bodies flushed together. The creature's eyes glowed slightly in want, Bobby own pair of eyes showed his need to get away.

"it's the moon you know." The creature whispered in his ear as they started to sway to unheard tune that played in the creature's head. "It compels us to take and not give in return." The licked was not something that Bobby was expecting from the creature, and he tried to push away, but something in his mind told him to not fight it.

"We are very sexual creatures." The other whispered huskily in his ear once again. However, Bobby felt the need to turn to face the creature. However, the body behind him held him in place.

"I don't want to take by force." Was the answer to why he was being held in place as if those eyes alone could bewitched him into doing anything. Bobby felt his need raise, his body was starting to get warm and it was in all the wrong places.

"But, I won't take. Not from you. No, not from you." Suddenly he was able to move and the creature that held him was in front of him with his eyes closed as if trying to fight his urges to take what he wanted. Bobby stood there still, not knowing what to do. His body was started to cool as if the creature's touches was all he need to warm his body.

"Who are you?" Bobby's voice was soft as if to not scare the other, or because he did not want to break the moment they have. The creature's eyes fluttered opened in surprised. By the way the creature looked, he was not sure if he was expecting for the hunter to speak. The creature glanced up to the sky, in thought as if saying his name would bind him. Bobby had suddenly asked only to down his curiosity of the other.

"Harry." The creature offered after a few moments of staring into the moon as if the creature's name held power. Bobby, unsure of the power behind having the name of the creature before him, he offered to give up his own name.

Unknown to Bobby, the creature's power surrounded them. The bond was down, not one of a sexual nature, for his kind has to sleep with their partner for such a bond, but a bond that could only mean ownership.

"If you were to need me, only need to say my name." The creature whispered in the wind before disappearing in the night and the only things in the field were Bobby, the hunter, and the dying fire that he had to kill.

That's how Bobby had meet him, a very strange creature that singed in the dead of the night, never taking the lustful gazes from others, but of the willing. Bobby did not know who he was or why only to call him by his name, but Bobby knew that if he did, Harry would be there ready to serve or save him.

Let me know what you think…

May continue this and if I do, it will be slash, not between Harry and Bobby though.