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Rich, Famous and Foreign	By : YaoiGoddess Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers Views: 2657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series. I don't know Gackt. This is fictional. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Rich, Famous and Foreign
Word Count: 1,934
By: calikocat

Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this one shot.

Author’s Note: The idea just hit me, that famous people are bound to have preternatural fans. So this one person jumped into my mind, probably because I was listening to ‘Mirror’ at the time. But I wanted to see if I could make it work. *shrugs* Not sure if I did or not, I’ll let you decide how I did on my first attempt at Anita Blake fan-fiction.

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I glared at the paperwork as it lay helpless on my desk, I kept hoping it would disappear or catch fire, well maybe not catch fire; I’d have to explain the burn marks on my desk then. And Bert would probably make me pay for the repairs out of my own pocket, so burning it was definitely out. If possible my eyes narrowed even more at the thought of my boss, no wait, we were all partners now. But the jerk kept pulling stunts like this, granted it had been a while, probably because I was getting scarier. Living among and being one of the monsters tended to do that to a person.

The paperwork just lay there, seemingly innocent and ignorant of my glowering; I barely resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at it. I was doing well today, no acting like a five year old in my office, Yay for me.

But really, only Bert would do this to me. What was the man thinking; this job offer had nothing to do with raising the dead, dealing with vampires, or any other preternatural creature. There was nothing non-human at all on this one, but I suppose Bert had his reasons, well one reason anyway. Money would always be Bert’s first love, and his only incentive for doing anything.

I sighed and let my head droop, coming to rest it on the desk. Security, Bert wanted me to be head of security at a concert. That idiot. It looked like I’d have to remind him that it’s not my job to protect the rich and famous. Glumly I raised my head back up to glare at the paperwork some more.

The rich and famous in question was a human male from Japan, and from the brief notes Bert had sent with the file it seemed that the man was practically an icon over in the far east. See also: sight of him makes women and adolescent girls scream and lather at the mouth. Stupid Bert, even for money this was a whole new level of low.

A loud ringing nearly made me jump…keyword nearly. I glanced at the phone and it told me by way of a little red flashing light that it was only Mary our day secretary. I picked up the receiver. “Yes Mary?”

“Your client is here, the man from Japan.”

I withheld my sigh, it seemed unprofessional to moan and groan over the phone, with the secretary no less. “Send him in.” I hung up, not waiting for her answer and had just managed to straighten my posture. Couldn’t have a want-to-be client thinking I slouched during work hours.

The door opened and I just stared. Wasn’t there a rule somewhere that said at some point beautiful men were going to stop coming through my door? Maybe I should write a rule book for myself, keep myself out of trouble that way…maybe.

Really I shouldn’t just be sitting there gaping at him, he was only human, or at least I thought he was. His hair had been cut and mussed for a stylish windblown look, perhaps to give the illusion of some wild animal that could never be tamed. It was naturally dark but had been professionally highlighted, the telltale tint of red made me frown, as the coloring drew my eyes lower. Something blue contrasted with his highlights in a startling fashion. I looked to his face and noticed how very blue his eyes were, and I wondered if he were wearing contacts. Colored contacts were very in right now, I never understood why, but with this particular man it really seemed to add to whatever it was he had. And he really had whatever it was because I was still gaping, barely taking in his red leather pants and beige sweater, both very snug and made for visual groping.

He gazed back at me with those pools of almost unnatural blue and gave a smile. “Ms. Blake?”

It took me a second or two to shake myself, just a tremor really to pull myself up and start thinking again. Normal people didn’t affect me like that, I was on guard now.

“Yes?”

“I would like to apologize.”

I merely blinked at him, why was he apologizing? As far as I knew he hadn’t done anything to me…maybe he was using something like glamour on accident? “For what?” I finally managed to get out.

He looked at the floor. “I’m sure you’ve never been asked to do a job like this before. But I was told you were the one to contact here in St Louis when Vampires were involved.”

Now I was stunned, but I did my best to hide it and nodded. What the hell was going on? Bert had said nothing about vamps. “Why don’t you come on in and have a seat Mr. Camui.” The look of relief that washed over his face did nothing but make me want to reach for my gun. I hated it when people got that look in their eyes, like I was going to save them, like I was their hero. I usually ended up bleeding.

Mr. Camui sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk and looked at me. “You do deal with Vampires a lot then?”

“I’m a Federal Marshal, when a Vampire breaks the law it’s usually a death sentence, and I’m the executioner. “ Maybe if I told the absolute truth about what I did he’d decided I couldn’t help him. It couldn’t hurt to be optimistic; or at least I hoped it wouldn’t.

He nodded and ran a hand artfully through his styled hair; it seemed so natural that I don’t think he realized he was posing. Just something he always did. “I don’t know much about vampire politics, but they’re not allowed to cross city lines are they?”

I shook my head, growing more and more curious. “Only if they have permission from the Master of the City they’re entering. Is there a vampire traveling with you?”

He looked startled for a moment, his eyes staring at me with a hint of confusion. “Not exactly…she’s a fan really.”

“A fan?” I didn’t like where this was heading.

Mr. Camui nodded. “She’s been at several of my concerts in the last year or two, and I don’t mind really, but it’s getting out of hand.

Slowly I could feel my client face seeping away; leaving behind the cold I usually felt when lawbreaking vampires came into my city. “Getting out of hand how?”

“It started off as small offerings, dead animals surrounded by lit incense. More recently it’s been poems, red roses and bottles of human blood.” He caught his breath and really looked into my eyes; maybe he felt reassured by the cold he found there. Like something deep that you could hide in. “At the last concert in New York there was a little boy.” For a second he looked like he wouldn’t be able to continue, but on he trudged and I had to admire him, if only a little. “He’s alright, physically, but emotionally…I’m not sure he’ll ever fully recover. But I’m keeping in touch with his parents, offering whatever support I can.” He sighed and slouched in his seat.

“I’m an entertainer Ms. Blake; I write songs and perform them on stage. I’m there to divert people from every day life, to give them something to smile about, a song to hum to themselves as they go about their day. This woman, this vampire needs to be stopped. I don’t want anymore children hurt because of this creature’s obsession.”

I nodded, my respect kept building for him. “What are you exactly, Mr. Camui?”

“What?”

“There’s something different about you. You’re much more than you seem.”

He shook his head. “I’m only a sensitive Ms. Blake. I can feel the forces around me, like I can feel the vampire; single her out in the crowds. I don’t have any real power.”

“All right then.” This man, this Mr. Camui was truly unaware that what he had was purely human, something most artistes could never really achieve. There was an aura that spoke of success, beauty, creativity, and suddenly I realized what his vampire stalker was after. She wanted to immortalize what she saw. Take him and make him hers forever, she didn’t want him to grow old and die. “I’ll get in touch with the Master of the City; tell him we may have a rouge Master Vampire on our hands.”

“How do you know she’s a Master?”

“Only a Master can make another vampire.” He only stared at me, but when he finally understood what I was saying he sat up straight, his eyes widening at me in alarm.

“She wants to make me a vampire?”

“Probably, if you are as famous as Bert says you are, it might actually be a boost to your career, being almost immortal I mean.” My cheekiness got a glare out of him.

“Not by this vampire. She hurt a child.”

I nodded. “I agree with you there. A Vampire that hurts a kid isn’t welcome, at least not in the states.” I sighed heavily and opened the marks between Jean Claude and myself.

“Ma petite?” I’d awoken him from his slumber, and he sat up, hands gracing over Asher’s cool skin. “Is there a problem?”

I glanced at my client. “Looks like it. You free tonight?”

I could see him shrug. “For you, of course.”

Smiling, I nodded and thanked him before closing the marks. “I’m meeting the Master tonight.” Mr. Camui was looking at me funny. “What?”

“What was that?”

Oh damn, he’d felt me contacting Jean Claude, I’d forgotten about him being a Sensitive. “Um…”

“Were you talking to the Master just now?”

“Yes.”

He nodded. “He’ll see you tonight then to decide what to do?”

I smiled, and it was a tad cold. “I’m the Executioner Mr. Camui; this rouge vamp is in my jurisdiction. If she’s attacked a kid there’s no deciding what to do. I’m her death sentence.”

He stared at me and rose to leave. “I’ll leave it to you then.” Without another word he left.

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The vampire in question was half mad when we found her trying to take a bite out of one of Mr. Camui’s fan-girls. She was one of the easiest rogues I’d ever had to deal with. She was unprepared and it seemed to have never occurred to her that she’d be in trouble, so immersed was she in her obsession. But a silver bullet later everything was fine and the Coroner’s boys were called in for clean up duty. And I left, not even bothering to stay for the concert, though I could feel someone watching me as I left.

A few days later I received a package, a DVD with Mr. Camui’s name as part of the return address. With it was a rather colorful thank you note, and I blushed at the offer written there.

Just my luck the Pard was over that day and we ended up watching the disc, it was concert I had walked out on. And my Leopards and I could only stare.

“Are all Japanese Rock Stars like this?” Caleb asked, gazing at the leather clad man moving on the stage, his rich voice flowing over the words of his song.

“When’s he coming back?” Gregory looked as if he were mesmerized by the swaggering body on the screen. “This is kinda hot.”

I only laughed.

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A/N: Went through and corrected some mistakes...Like Bert's name. Added a few tiny things as well.
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