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The Deadly Game
By : RAG90
Category: Anita Blake > Slash
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Chapter List
- 1-The Deadly Game
- 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake; she is property of Laurell K. Hamilton. I am not making even a penny off of this story, so don’t sue me, this is just for fun.
The only things I have any rights to in this story are the original characters and the lyrics which I have written myself unless stated in an author’s note at the beginning of the chapter.
Summary: An illegally turned vampire (someone turned under age and against their will), finds himself on the run from his psychotic sire and smack dab in the middle of St. Louis where he is seeking asylum from the Master of the City, Jean-Claude.
What will happen to the young vampire? Will he find a new home, or will he be pulled back into the darkness?

Prolog
Perhaps this wasn’t my best idea every, perhaps it was my second worst in fact. The absolute worse being the fact that I snuck out that night and got myself kidnapped. Sure, this idea got me away from my kidnapper of three years but…was it still the best idea?
Oh, sorry there everyone! Let me introduce myself. My name is Quinn Adare. I’m eighteen and stand at six feet in height. I have the body that would make most women, and many men, drool. Not too much muscle but just enough in just the right places, though when my plight originally began…I was a scrawny little thing. I have black that reached the middle of my back has a slight wave to it, when I was younger, all the girls at school used to be jealous of it. The boy’s just called me a fagot. Anyway, my eyes are perhaps the most striking feature about me, they are blue. Not just that grey that people say is blue, no, my eyes are actually sapphire blue and become purple whenever I wear red. But that’s enough about my appearance, back to the problem at hand.
When I was fifteen I was dared to sneak out of my house and walk around the vamp district. Now let me tell you, they say that a woman can’t kidnap a teenage boy, well bullshit to that. That bitch kidnapped me and I couldn’t fight back, granted, she was a vampire. Apparently, her master, a vampire by the name of Bradford, had seen me around that night and decided he just had to have me.
I spent the next several years being beaten, raped, and fed upon. Finally, on my seventeenth birthday Bradford decided to take me, make me a vampire. Lucky for me and at the same time unlucky for me…the vampire council found out and alerted the authorities to the fact that Bradford had not only turned someone against their will but also someone under age. A kill on sight order was given because the asshole had broken the law. We spent a year running from them, while at the same time I had to learn to deal with the blood lust and something…that is perhaps much worse than the bloodlust. It’s called the arduer. It’s like having an incubus inside of you, you need to feed on lust and sex, and it’s something that I hated but that I would have to learn to live with.
Anyway, I got away just a few days ago, and have been running ever since, his loyal followers were always on the lookout for me, but I just…I can’t do it anymore.
That’s why I’m here, knocking on this back door at the Circus of the Damned. If I’m lucky…I’ll be granted asylum. If I’m not…I’ll be killed. Either is better than being in Bradford’s grasp.
Chapter 1
I had never been as scared as I was when the door to the Circus of the Damned opened. He took a deep breath (even though I didn’t need one) and looked up at the vampire that had opened the door, only to gulp. Power radiated off of him, and if this vampire was this strong, and not the master of the city, then that alone said I was more than likely screwed, and not in a good way.
“Ah, what do we have here? A little lost vampire who has not received permission to enter my master’s city.”
I gulped and bowed at my waist, keeping my eyes averted.
“I…am sorry for that. I would have called ahead sir, but there were…circumstances. My name is Quinn Adare, and I was trying to get away from my sire, Bradford.”
I could feel the tall blond vampire before me shift and looked up. He had long blond hair that fell in waves much like my own. It covered one side of his face. His only visible eye was a stunning blue. The man was the same height as me, or…perhaps he was a little taller, I couldn’t tell from my position bowing. I looked down again.
“He kidnapped me when I was fifteen and turned me when I was seventeen. I had to stay with him for the past year to learn how to control my arduer. I was left alone for a short time the other day and…I ran.”

I stood to my full height, jumping when something knocked over a trash can. I sighed in relief when I saw that it was only a stray cat.
“Please Monsieur Adare, follow me and we will speak with my master.”
I couldn’t help a gulp as I followed the much older vampire deep into the underbelly of the Circus of the Damned. I found myself in a sitting room where the Master of St. Louis sat, speaking with a short woman with black hair. I gulped and hid behind the vampire that had led me into the room.
Bradford had made sure I had seen pictures of Anita Blake, the vampire executioner that had been given one of the contracts on my sire’s life.
“Asher, who is this little vampire, and what is he doing in my city?”
“He says he is Bradford’s illegally made childe.”
“And how do you know he is who he says he is?” I was really starting to not like Anita. I reached into my pocket slowly and pulled out my old student ID. I had grown a lot since then; by my eyes and hair were the same, as was the basic structure of my face. I handed the card over to the executioner.
“Another student at school dared me to sneak out at night and go to the vampire district in our home town. I was foolish enough to take the dare and was kidnapped. A few weeks later I got away, only to have my family and friends murdered in front of me.” My heart ached at the memories of my past. I wanted nothing more than to curl up into a little ball and hide in the corner.
“A year ago he turned me and I stayed only so that I could learn the basics of what I needed to learn…so that I didn’t kill anyone. The second I was given a chance…I took it and ran.”
Anita and Jean-Claude both studied my old ID before the master handed it back. I took it and stuffed it into my pocket.
“And why have you come here little vampire? I understand why you came without permission, but why here?”
I looked up at the ceiling in thought.
“I didn’t really…think. I just ran in one direction and stuck with it. When I saw that I was in St. Louis I remembered that it was one of the cities that Bradford was trying to avoid, so I decided it was probably the best place. I asked around as to where I could find the master of this city and I was told to come here. I apologies, I truly do but…even if I am a vampire…I’m still just a kid. I’ve been tortured for so long, I just…I need a home, a place where I won’t constantly be raped and beaten, where I can finally make friends and a new family. My soul is slowly dying without true companionship.”
My hand came up and covered my mouth as I tried to keep from sobbing. The tears still made their way from my eyes, staining my cheeks. I started shaking when I felt movement behind me. I was broken, untrusting, and as the blonde vampire Asher made his way behind me, I couldn’t help but feel fear. Then those arms wrapped around me and I turned, I buried my face in that broad chest and fully gave myself over to my emotions for the first time since I had seen my family killed.
“I grant you asylum here little vampire. I will give you a week to recover and then we will see about getting you a job. I will have you seeing a vampire councilor to help you get over this pain so that you can live a happy life.”
Jean-Claude walked over and I started shaking more in Asher’s arms. Then the master brushed my tears away with his thumbs and I felt more trusting of him, though not much.
“And if you will have me, I would like to take over as your sire and teach you what you need to know about our world.”
I nodded softly and gave a small, sad smile.
“Asher, please bring him to one of the guest rooms and get him settled in, Quinn, you should rest for a few hours and I will see to getting you someone to feed on.”
Asher lifted me up in his arms and carried me away to the guest room. He lay me down and removed my shoes before covering me up. As he turned to leave I grabbed his hand, making him stop.
“I…I don’t…do well in new places when I’m alone.” Asher turned and nodded before removing his own shoes and sliding into the bed. I quickly curled up against him, shivering. He wrapped his arms around me, and I gave in to my exhaustion.
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Well here is chapter 1. I hope you enjoy. This story will be told through Quinn’s point of view.
Anyway, this is going to be slash, so who should Quinn end up with.
Asher

Jean-Claude

Jean-Claude and Anita (even though it’s not slash, I wouldn’t mind this pairing)

Asher and Jean-Claude

Asher, Jean-Claude and Anita
If you can thank of any other pairings, then please tell me, if I like the idea of them, then I will add them up to the poll.
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The Deadly Game	By : RAG90 Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 2420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake and I make no money from this.

The Deadly Game