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Sleeping With Fish	By : burnt Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 1-Sleeping With Fish
- 2-The Lupanar
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Oh yes, The Disclaimer- I am in no way claiming any of LK Hamilton's orginal ideas as my own.

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The phone was ringing. Or no, it was just part of her dream. 'Still I should answer it right?' Isabelle thought to herself, half in a daze. If the phone were actually ringing she would have popped out of bed like always, wide awake and completely aware of everything going on around her. So, with a little dreamtime reasoning she came to the conclusion that she was, in fact, still asleep.

The dream was difficult. It was not the first time she had had it. In fact, it was starting to become disturbing. The whole crew was there. All 36 of them. They were at the lupanar. The lupanar was actually out in the country. Well… Further out in the country than Dryden, the town, was. It was actually quite a large town with around 9000 people. Not as bad as it could be. Well, most of the gang was from the town anyway.

Blood flashed in her mind. The taste, the smell, drawing her away from the others, away from the safety of the lupanar and the pack. She hated to refer to them as her pack. It made her feel like an animal. Human’s don’t have packs. She was not alone, she knew. Many of the others had not yet accepted what they are… But she was the only one of those lowly monsters who had a rank. She was the Bolvarek. Doer of things that must be done. She has to do the pack’s dirty work. She had held the rank for nearly three years and cleaned up after them for much longer. How many vampire corpses, no longer undead but truly dead, had she now dragged from dark forests in her teeth and out into the sunlight? She could no longer remember. How many heads had she severed from shoulders of wolves with no more than a nod from Ulfric.

None of that mattered now as she ran through the dark woods that appeared before her. She was still human and her feet bare. Her long dark hair was a tangle about her head, her eyes flashing amber in the sudden moonlight. The moon weighed heavy on her but she did not feel the pull toward the soft earth beneath her feet and remained upright and human. She took no notice of the fact that she was naked which was as normal to her or any wolf as clothes were to a human. Her dark skin left her more hidden in darkness and she often used it to her advantage when hunting in her human skin.

As she ran the earth slipped away and suddenly the moon was seemingly smack in front of her face. Isabelle stopped dead when she realized she was on water. As if waiting for the realization to come, her body slipped soundless beneath the waves that rose up around her. The scent of salt water and sea air hit her just as her face sank below. The water was biting cold and suddenly the realization that this was a dream hit her. Like it always did, just as she allowed herself to sink lower. It was dark in the water, but the moon gave her sight. Her feet touched sand and she froze. The dream had never gone this far before. She always woke up, sweat soaked as though she had just gone for a swim. Now, something dark moved in the water before her. Not close yet, but it was big… Huge. Shivering in the water, Isabelle froze. It was a shark… At least 12 feet long, the moonlight glinted off sleek, dark flesh as it swerved toward her. Digging her feet into the sharp rocks on the bottom, Isabelle lurched toward the surface, but was stopped dead as a hand closed hard and crushing about her ankle…

Ringing in her ears… The phone was ringing. Isabelle jerked upright in bed, sweat soaked, her ankle throbbing painfully and reached for the phone. “Hello?” Her voice was harsh.

“Lycaon Clan member Isabelle?” Isabelle sighed in annoyance.

“Cut the crap, would you Ralphy, I’m really not in the mood. As if you would mention the clan if you thought it wasn’t me.” That got a laugh from the other end. She wasn’t sure, but she was starting to believe that the short, bulky little wolf was the only one in the pack that had the balls to call her at home. “What?” She snarled into the phone.

“Rai wants to see you, now.” The vargamor?

“Why what’s up?” The pack’s witch wanting to see one is never a good thing it seemed…

Only silence answered her and Isabelle sighed and hung up the phone. She was living out of town at the moment. Everything she had was paid for by the pack and she had no choice but to be on call 24/7. She was one of the few that were given the privilege of not having to have a human job. Her job in the pack was hard enough. Growling low to herself she slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom just off to the left. Her bare feet were silent on the hardwood floors. With a glance back at her king-size bed she thought once more about actually decorating then shook the thought from her mind. It was a waste of time. If she so much as bought a picture fame she’d be shipped off again to some other shit hole. Well, actually, this shit hole wasn’t nearly as bad as what had come before. This time she actually had a house and not just some rundown trailer off the side of the highway. 'On second thought, I think I will decorate….'

After a quick shower Isabelle slipped into a pair of cut off jean shorts and a black tank top. She almost always wore black, good for the spilling of darker liquids. She pulled her straight hair back into a heavy pony tail and strode out of her bedroom, past the pathetically small and dismal kitchen and out the back door. The screen door creaked loudly and smacked against the door frame. She didn’t bother locking it up, there was nothing there anyway. Literally, nothing but a bed with no sheets and a few articles of clothing. Her back yard was a field of impossibly long grass and thick woods, beyond which was where she was headed.

Isabelle stopped suddenly and looked down at her feet. They were bare and she laughed for the first time in a few days which brought a sudden frown. No one likes to realize they haven’t smiled in days. Without another thought Isabelle took off at a full run through the forest. The air was dry, despite the passing of summer, nearly three weeks ago. Summer dragged around here, but it wasn’t impossibly hot anymore. Even the wolves had begun to feel the heat.

It was a Monday evening and she knew no one was going to be at the lupanar except for the few that never left and mostly guarded the place. Ulfric wasn’t even going to be there, but Rai was. It was no secret that Rai wasn’t entirely supportive of the need for a Bolvarek. He was weak. Isabelle could remember the first time he watched her take the life of a fellow pack mate that had disobeyed the order to stay away from the leeches for the fifth time. Perhaps, the vargamor had been allied with the fallen wolf, but either way Rai had nearly lost it. Going into a fit like nothing she had ever seen a human do. Screaming about injustice and such nonsense until he was finally dragged away. Perhaps Rai and Michael, the wolf she had killed that day, had been lovers… It was possible; she would have to ask around.

The scent of the lupanar hit her like a slap in the face and Isabelle suddenly slowed and then took up a slow walk, taking in the scent. The feeling didn’t come to her as often as it seemed to come to the others. It was like the air was pulling her closer and she smiled once more. Sometimes she felt as though she should not even be inside the lupanar… But not today. Today this was home.
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