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Night Moves	By : xevaral Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except for the character Dr. Ethan Jones. Everything else belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton, I’m just borrowing.

Author’s Notes: I could use a beta, so if anyone is interested just let me know. This fic is eventually going to be a slash fic, so for those who don’t like male/male, don’t read it or read it.

Night Moves, part one

“Tell me, what is a guy like you doing in these parts?” The cab driver had a thick drawl to his words, probably has lived in the South all his life. Pictures of his wife and pet dog hung from the rear view mirror, showing what a family type of guy he was. He was a good ole’ boy, wearing a plaid, button up shirt over a stark-white T-shirt. His faded blue jeans with various degrees of holes have seen better days. “What is it you do, again?”

“I’m a therapist.” Ethan didn’t mind having a meaningless discussion with a cab driver. Back in L.A. no one thought much of the occupation, but it was a simple job and he appreciated it just the same. “What did you mean by ‘these parts?’?”

“Blood Square. I’d figured a guy like you wouldn’t have anything to do with a place like this.”

“I thought you were taking me to the Riverfront.”

“Huh? Oh. It’s the same place. People ‘round here call it Blood Square. Well, humans do anyways. The official name is the Riverfront. Though the vampires who run it would argue against it.”

Vampires. The word still spooked Ethan a little. It was just a few months ago when he first met one, who later ended up being a client, or patient, however one wants to look at it. That was why he was out here, in St. Louis. His client recommended his services to a friend of his, someone named Jean-Claude.

Ethan noticed that the cab driver suddenly came to a stop. He was getting too caught up in his work like he often does, brainstorming over the meeting to come. “This is as far as vehicles can go.” Ethan noticed the cobble stoned walkways that were designed more for horse rides than vehicles. “The place is just two blocks down there,” the cab driver pointed. “Just go around the corner and you’ll see a blood-red neon sign and that’s your place, fella.”

He quickly got out of the cab with his notebook satchel tucked under one arm while he used his free hand to dig in his pockets for a tip. “By the way, what do the vampires call this area?”

“The District, heh.” With a snort and a salute goodbye, the cab driver put his taxi in gear and took off.

Ethan hurried to find the place for fear of being late. Late wasn’t his style. A red sign began to come in view, words that read “Guilty Pleasures” were crimson. It mad an interesting contrast against the midnight sky. Right underneath the sign stood an amazingly tall and over-muscled bouncer. His buzz hair cut and small eyes were enough to send anyone running back home.

“Hi, I have a meeting with Jean-Claude.” The scary bouncer didn’t say anything, just pointed and smiled. Ethan barely noticed the quick flash of fangs before taking off in the building.

He was then greeted by a young, blonde girl. She was carrying a bowl in her hands with various crucifixion jewelry inside. “Hi, and welcome to Guilty Pleasures.” She held up the bowl, the question obvious.

He shook his head, “I’m supposed to be meeting with Jean-Claude.”

“Oh, yes. Just take a seat over at that table in the corner. Just let me go tell him that you’re here.”

“Sure.” He took his seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable underneath the stares coming from the rest of the guests. They were all women. The only man that he could see was the bartender across the room. A couple of women wore buttons on their blouses. He couldn’t make out the writing in the dark.

There was a stage in the front. The edges were lit in the same crimson lights on the sign outside. He noticed that the waitresses were taking drink orders and exchanging big bills for smaller ones with the crowd of women. All of the women were dressed in business attire, probably just got off of work. Some of them looked excited, anxious, others were nervous. A crowd full of women. A stage. Big bills for small ones. “Oh, God, I’m in a strip club.”

“Welcome to Guilty Pleasures.” The already dimmed lights were darkening even more. There was some smoke coming from the stage. All of the effects combined with the melodic voice were hypnotizing enough. The voice continued, Ethan couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t want to. He was too focused on the voice. It enveloped him, paralyzing him from thought, movement; all focus went to that voice.

The smoke became thicker, strobe lights were almost blinding, all to hide whatever was about to come out. Ethan could have sworn he saw a flash of bare skin. Then another. A quick flash of what looked to be auburn hair. The music was getting louder as the dancer arched his back to the audience, allowing his long hair to flow down to the stage. Ethan realized he was sitting in a chair, naked probably, he still couldn’t fully see the dancer. His hair began to sway back in forth, creating a waterfall effect, as he danced in the chair. Ethan could catch glimpses of bare, well-toned legs strategically being moved into the air. The crowd was going nuts. He could barely make out the music, which was of the “bump and grind” variety.

The dancer did an impossible move. He flipped his body over the chair, stayed in mid air for a couple of seconds then gracefully landed on the stage, directly in front of the chair. His back was still faced to the crowd, allowing everyone the wonderful sight of his smooth, dancer-toned back. He began moving with the music once more. His movements were far more catlike than human.

“Are you enjoying the show?” It was that voice again; it sounded more sexual than before, if that was even possible. Ethan turned to see who the voice belonged to. He certainly wasn’t disappointed. “I apologize for your wait. I had some matters to attend to.”

“You must be Jean-Claude.” Ethan’s business mode began to kick in, forcing him to stand up and offer the strangely beautiful man his hand. It was clear that his future client was a vampire, with his laced, old-fashioned shirt and surreal beauty giving it away. He watched as Jean-Claude hesitated to shake his hand. On the surface he wanted to touch his hand, his bare skin. Deep down he was scared of the flesh on flesh contact. Then his offered hand was met by another, with a quick shake they both sat down across from one another. His skin was warmer than what he would have imagined, but still cool to the touch.

Ethan couldn’t help but feel as though he was being studied under those beautiful, too beautiful, deep blue eyes. “You’re assistant said over the phone that you and you’re, uh, family were having some trouble.”

“Family.” Jean-Claude laughed, causing Ethan to sit back a little further. His laugh. There were simply no words for it. “My ‘people’ and I are having some issues and we simply need to come to a resolution somehow. My friend informed me that you were the best.”

Ethan let out a shy laugh. He wouldn’t consider him the best, but the compliment was still flattering all the same. “I think your friend gives me far too much credit than I deserve.” Jean-Claude smiled at him. Ethan tried to look for his fangs, but he hid them far too well. Others have said that the older the vampire the better they are at hiding their toothies. Ethan assumed that Jean-Claude must be pretty old since he was also the Master of the City, as well. “Okay,” Ethan cleared his throat in hopes of sounding as professional as possible.

“I read your file. It said that you were the best in the field of group therapy.”

“Oh, so you are wanting to do group therapy sessions with your, uh, people?” Ethan wasn’t expecting this. He thought it was just going to be Jean-Claude.

“Yes. I’ll be more than happy to accommodate for your living expenses. I’m sure you weren’t planning on staying that long.” Jean-Claude smiled at him, one of those charming business smiles in hopes of persuasions.

“Yes, I was lead to believe that this was only going to be a two-week stay.” Ethan took out his notebook and began looking at his notes. He then looked at his schedule book. “Well, I think I can work more time into my schedule. I will just call my secretary and have her reschedule my other, uh, clients with my colleague,” Ethan smiled his professional smile.

Jean-Claude didn’t say anything, just smiled and continued to study him. “That is perfect.” The way he said “perfect” was sexual and dangerous sounding at the same time. It left Ethan a little confused, but he was determined to start setting up meetings and the usual.

“How many are going to be in the group discussions?”

“Around seven, possibly more later on,” Jean-Claude said with out a smile this time.

“Oh, seven.” That was more than what Ethan was expecting. And possibly more? He was going to be in St. Louis for a long time. “Before we start the group discussions, I probably should have a one on one meeting with everyone.” Jean-Claude continued to look at him, not saying anything. Ethan didn’t like the silence so he went further, “It’s meant to hear each one’s, uh, problems before getting the group together.”

“Yes, that is understandable.” Jean-Claude paused, no expression on his face, just blank. If Ethan didn’t know better he would have thought that he was dead. Well, he technically was dead. “I’ll have my old office here set up for you. I’ve already had the décor changed to your specific taste, to make you as comfortable as possible.”

“Thank you. That was very kind of you.” Jean-Claude shrugged, it was so fast Ethan could barely catch it. He was going to have to get used to dealing with vampires, they were obviously much different from his, uh, normal clients. “When would you like me to start the meetings?”

“Tomorrow night is fine. At nine, preferably.” Jean-Claude paused once more, an idea came to mind. Ethan could tell by the quick flash in his eyes. His previous client used to do that all the time, he always found it quite humorous. “Where are you staying?”

“Oh, I haven’t booked a hotel yet. I came straight here after getting off my plane; I was running a little late.”

“Here let me give you this card. I’ll book you a room as soon as you leave tonight.” Jean-Claude stood; he was quick to offer his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Dr. Jones. You are more than welcome to stay and watch the rest of the show.”

Ethan turned to the stage; he completely forgot that he was in a strip club. The same dancer was on the stage, he must have been dancing for half and hour now. His face was now visible and he was more beautiful than Ethan had imagined him to be. He switched his attention back to Jean-Claude, who was watching him with a smile on his face. “No, thank you. I must admit I’m a little tired from the plane ride.”

“As you wish.” Jean-Claude called the young, blonde girl back over to them. “Please, make sure that Dr. Jones here has a cab ride home.” With that said Jean-Claude left them by the entrance.
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