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Redemption	By : NLDCat Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 2390 -:- 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-Redemption
- 2-Part One
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Author's note: This is my first attempt at this fandom and I pretty much figure that I have some missed grammar in my French so bear with me and be kind in correcting me. Other than that I hope you enjoy this fic and please, if you read it say SOMETHING about it...anything so long as it isn't too nasty.
Prologue:
And So It Begins
I hadn’t fed in a while…I lost count after three days. I wasn’t going to feed…not if I had anything to say about it and I did. That stupid Master that sired me wasn’t going to find a way to damn me without my consent. Making me a vampire wasn’t the smartest thing he could have done. My powers no one should have and eternity would only make me more and more inclined to kill myself. They had only increased with my turning. I had thought my powers had been bad before but now…now they were unstoppable. I had to keep the public from finding out about me while I slowly would let myself die…and this time, it would be permanent. I couldn’t bear the thought of life being a vampire and at someone’s beck and call, especially not with my abilities. Being capable of what I was, while human had been bad, but now, it had been magnified. I was dangerous, too dangerous to be left to my own devices. Therefore, I would handle the problem personally. It wasn’t easy. Every part of me screaming for blood is hard to ignore. The nights pass almost in a haze. It shouldn’t be long now as I feel the pull of life weakening. Soon, I will bring myself outside and let myself sleep…the morning will kill me and if I wait long enough I won’t even be able to be conscious to feel it. A sarcastic smile crosses my face. I wasn’t stupid, this was the coward’s way out but it was better this way…safer too. I’d be too dangerous to let alone. No one would be safe from what I was capable of. I was psychic with the ability to sexually stimulate people without touching them. When I became a vampire my abilities strengthened a hundred fold and I could now arouse whole large buildings. I would not let someone come close enough to abuse my powers. However, I underestimated the pull of sleep and I am too lethargic to move. My eyes close and I feel my body go limp. Night falls and with it, I awaken. Looking around, I realize that I am in strange surroundings. I carefully sit up startled by the softness of the sheets as they slide down and stunned by the realization that I have been stripped down to my boxers.
“You are awake, good,” a voice comments to my left.
Turning, I am face to face with a young man. Long auburn hair falls down his bare shoulders and luminous violet eyes sparkle at me. It doesn’t take me long to realize he’s a living, breathing creature which makes him dangerous to me.
“Who are you?” I demand, my voice rough with sleep.
“I am Nathaniel. I am here to sate your thirst for blood.”
“I will not feed from you. I am not going to give the creature who made me the satisfaction of surviving his ‘gift’,” I retort scathingly,
“It’s nothing personal to you, though.” He laughs, a vibrant sound that washes over me like a caress and I wonder if it would really be so bad to drink from him. I know the dangers of wishful thinking but this fey creature just makes me wonder if I couldn’t make a life for myself even being a vampire…even with my increased gifts.
“The Master of the City would be very put out if you did not accept his hospitality,” Nathaniel tells me.
For a moment, I can merely stare at him. The Master of the City was Jean Claude, a vampire both feared and worshiped in St. Louis.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I ask feeling quite out of place.
“I mean that he brought you here to his resting place and bade me feed you when you awoke as you seemed to be starving yourself. He’d like to talk to you.”
I am stunned by this revelation. I’d never imagined that someone so powerful as Jean Claude would ever take such a notice of one as lowly as me. I am rendered speechless for a moment.
“He wants to speak with moi?” I ask for once forgetting to hide my nationality.
Nathaniel smiles at the sound of my French accent. “Yes…after you’ve fed.”
Sighing, I realize that there was no way out of this. I had no choice but to take Nathaniel up on his offer. One did not disobey Jean Claude…not even one who had been human. Everyone in St. Louis knew the master of the city and knew that to disobey him had dire consequences. So unhappily, I drank from Nathaniel until I was full. My strength returned almost immediately and I felt wonderful. It made me feel like a monster. The ironies of life were sorely vexing to me. Nathaniel recovered quickly and bade me follow him…so I did. He led me further into the building to an ornate chamber. It took me only a few brief seconds to realize whose room I had entered. The splendor was breathtaking.
“Mon dieu,” I breathed before I could help myself.
Chuckling from the corner catches my attention and I turn my head to behold the splendor that is Jean-Claude. The dark haired male looks at me with a bemused expression that does little to make me feel at ease. In fact it makes me feel more trapped than I had when I entered.
“Bonjour, petit, welcome to my humble abode,” Jean Claude greets, his voice washing over me like a caress.
I feel myself shiver and try not to be affected by him. It would not be good for me to lose my tenuous hold on my powers and use them on the Master of the City. I definitely would be killed if I did that.
“Pourquoi?
” “Pourquoi quoi?”
“Pourquoi tu es fait somme-moi?”
“Parce que, tu es eu morte toi.”
“That would be my choice,” I state switching back to English, “And in any event, Monsieur, I don’t see why you care.”
“Why would you want to kill yourself?”
“Because I do not want the one who made me to have the pleasure of knowing just what he has created. S’il vous plait, monsieur, respect my wishes. I am capable of a great many things that would NOT be beneficial for the wrong people to get control of.”
“Such as?
” “You are not going to stop until I tell you…are you?”
”Non,” he answers.
I knew he would. It wasn’t too hard to figure that out. It was now up to me to decided whether or not I gave him the answers he wanted. Honesty, unfortunately, was a trait I had embedded in me far too deep.
“I am psychic with very sexual powers. Before I became a vampire, I could sexually stimulate and pleasure a person from a distance. Now, I can do it to entire buildings if I choose to. I do not want to be used to hurt people, monsieur, so just let me do what I have to do to ensure that.” I knew I was begging and I hated that almost more than I hated what I had become. I did NOT beg, I was NOT that weak! Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that this man was going to listen to me. Though part of me, the part that still wanted to try and live, was pleased.
“I cannot do that, petit. You shouldn’t let someone else decide for you whether you live or you die. Powers or not, you owe yourself a chance to decide on your own whether or not you live.”
Why is it that this guy has to actually make sense? I wish he wasn’t so damn insightful but even that is denied me. I can’t help the annoyed sound that escapes me and scowl when I hear Jean Claude laugh.
“Are you ALWAYS this aggravating, monsieur?”
The question comes out before I can stop it and I inwardly wonder if I am about to get him angry. To my surprise, he laughs.
“Oui, petit, I am. It’s my nature after all.”
“Wonderful,” I sigh realizing that I will probably be dealing more and more with this crazy male.
“Jean Claude, you are playing nice with the new vampire, are you not?” a new French voice calls through the door. I raise an eyebrow wondering who in the world would be using that sort of tone with the Master of the City and am gifted with the sight of him looking slightly flustered.
“Oui, Asher,” he says regaining his calm composure, “I am being nice to our new friend.”
I snort sarcastically and he sends me a warning glare.
“What, if this is you being nice, I’d hate to see you at your worst.”
“Petit!” he groans. At first I wonder why and then, a blond walks into the room.
“Jean Claude, what ARE you doing to him?”
Jean Claude goes to say something in his own defense but I decide to cause trouble for him and speak first, “He’s been nothing if not discourteous and almost downright rude,” I declare.
Jean Claude sends me the ugliest look he can muster and I almost laugh at the look on the blond’s face…well, the half I can see. The rest is shadowed by his hair.
“Petit,” he growls at the dark haired male, “Explain, now!”
Watching Jean Claude stammer out a defense is by far the most entertaining sight I have ever witnessed. I sit back and enjoy the show immensely. If he was going to force me to live than I was going to make trouble for him…a lot of trouble.
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