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MoonStones and Blood	By : miladygrimm Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 1973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake or any of the characters depicted in that universe. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-MoonStones and Blood
- 2-Waking in a Morgue
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Kendra Davenport was silently cursing the profits column of her record keeping book. The sales from that day had been miniscule at best. A couple charms, one tarot reading, and a small vial of healing ointment. Altogether sales totaled just shy of 52 dollars. In order for MoonStones to run the store needed to make 100 dollars a day minimum.
More if Kendra actually wanted to eat.
Screw it, an empty bank account was the first step into a working diet.
Kendra pulled her calculator towards her once more and ran through the numbers again. If they made a few extra dollars over the next few days they could limp through. She could handle another week with ramen and vienna sausages. It was worth it. MoonStones was worth it.
Five years ago she'd opened MoonStones, Mystic gifts and Tarot Readings within a stones throw of the St. Louis Community College and the Park connected with it. The building had originally been a reconstructed Victorian house. Two stories, pastel colors, lots of rooms. She'd fallen in love with it in a heartbeat. It had taken all of her savings, a few loans, and a bit of money left from her grandmother to get the place running. Buying the house had been rather easy. But getting a construction crew in to knock out a lot of the walls and separate the kitchen and the upstairs from the store had been six months of nightmare. But in the end it had all turned out just right.
The store had four 'rooms'. The front space was the actual storefront whose space was taken up with shelves and tables and glass display cases. She'd stocked all available surfaces lovingly with incense, crystals, oils, handcrafted goods, and jewelry.
The second room was called the library. Books ranging in topic from paganism to shamanism to reiki and religions throughout time lined a small room blocked off with long chains of beads. Not for people to buy but for them to study. It was also where she held class once a week to teach practitioners and family of practitioners about all the paths of paganism and spirituality and the very basic ideas of each. It was also where she did the books for the store.
A room which used to be a den with a fireplace was tucked into a corner had a small hand carved wood alter, people had been free to come in here and meditate or pray and offer some energy or gift to the alter.
The last room was the tarot reading room. It was Kendra's own personal workspace. All her life she'd felt a connection to the Cards and the story that they wove about someone past, present, and future. It was a simple set up, a table with a purple cloth drapped casually across its surface, three hard-backed chairs scattered around its edges. A small table was set to one side with a collection of candles burnt to different levels; and a few clear quarts crystals sprinkled around the wax laden bases. A small treasure chest sat beneath the reading table. Placed inside was a length of rabbit fur, and upon them were several decks of tarot card nestled between symbols of luck, protection, and divination. It was her favorite place to be. Though she didn't get to spend as much time there as she'd like.
Kendra set the calculator aside and tried to rub away the headache that was forming in the center of her forehead.
A few years ago, when she'd first opened, business had been booming. Locals and Vacationers had lined up from open to close to take part in the exotic thrill of meeting real live witches. They clamored to have their cards read and walk away with pretty paper bags chock full of charms and trinkets and a newly cleansed aura. Witches had been en vogue. Kendra's bank account had been full enough to buy organic pasta and regular servings of meat.
Goddess bless she missed regular meals.
Over the years the popularity of going to your local witch for a pep talk and a rose quartz stone in your pocket for luck in love had been replaced by going to your local vampire owned and operated club and offering your neck up for tasting.
Not that Kendra could really blame them. Vampires were sexy and powerful and they dressed well. Kendra didn't do any of that. With a mix of Jewish and British heritage and a fondness for brownies she was best described as classically pretty. Her powers were limited to tarot cards. Not to mention she had a habit of dressing like a thrift store hippie. Who could blame her? She liked swishy skirts.
With a sigh she shut the record keeping book and pushed away from her desk.
“Lorraine?”
After a moment the library doorway of hanging beads was pushed aside to reveal a woman who stood barely five feet in height. Lorraine was the only other employee at MoonStones and was Kendra's best friend. Lori was Irish from her deliriously curly red hair to her pale freckled skin to the collection of blue knotwork tattoos that seemed to spring up when money was a little more available. Lori never wore make-up and tended towards faded jeans and spaghetti strap shirts that suited her slim build.
“Yeah?” Lori asked.
“We are closing up. It's almost 10 and I've gotta be here in the morning for shipment. You have a project going?”
“Nope. Bottled it up and stocked the shelves.” Lori ran her fingers, bedecked with silver rings, through her curling locks.
“Good...let's clean up.”
Kendra was in the middle of sweeping the hardwood floor when they came in. She felt them before she saw them. A sense of foreboding washed across her skin making the little hairs on her flesh stand. She shivered and glanced at Lorraine who paused with a bottle Windex in her hand.
“Did you feel that?”
Lorraine nodded setting the windex aside. “Not good.”
Kendra nodded and headed towards the door to check the lock. She had taken two steps when the door opened singnaling with the tinkle of bells.
There were three of them. All male. So similar were they in build and appearance she thought they were triplets. They all had shoulder length hair the shade of overripe wheat. Tall and elegantly slim with bodies decked in slim fitting pants made of dark shiny fabric that whispered of high quality and higher price. The only difference between them was the color of their shirts. Simple t-shirts in red, green, and blue. They moved in unison, like practiced choreography. It should have been ridiculous for three grown men to move with the synched up motions of a boy band; but the eyes took away the comedy. They were all a soft shimmering blue and filled with a cold hunger reserved for predators.
They walked in a circle of power that crept along her skin like a warning. She didn't understand the power itself just knew that it felt like a terrifying shiver across her mind.
“Mmmm Witches.” Red Shirt whispered. He lifted one elegantly pale hand and caressed the air before him. The motion was teasingly predatory. It made Kendra's heart hammer. “Real ones.”
“We're closed.”
A smile spread across all of their lips revealing the glint of vampiric fangs. Fear spilled down her spine in a dark wave. It wasn't natural. Kendra had known vampires before. She did not innately fear them. But these three men didn't just walk towards ger; they stalked like barely caged animals.
“We know.” Blue Shirt responded, his voice eerily similar to the first one who spoke.
“Lori, call the cops.”
Lori didn't question. She just acted. Her tattooed hand snatched up her cell.
Before either of them could blink Green Shirt was holding Lorianne's hand. The gesture should have looked romantic but Lori's fingers were the faded white and harsh pink of digits being held too tight. “Such talent.” Green shirt whispered lifting her wrist to his lips. “Locked up...locked away...”
“Free it...free her. Take it.” Red shirt suggested.
“What?” Kendra asked. “No...no...leave her. You aren't invited. Get out!”
Blue shirt chuckled and the sound echoed in the others throats. “That doesn't work in a store.”
Kendra shook her head “But it's mine.” But she knew it wasn't, not really. It had an open door and welcomed guests. The downstairs was nearly public domain.
That strange chuckle rippled through them again. Fear didn't just creep it screamed across her skin. She dove for Lori's hand but arms wrapped around her. Without benefit of seeing him she didn't know which one it was until Blue Shirt stepped around her.
“That's it.” Red whispered in her ear. “Your heart pounds...be frightened...fear us. Scream.” His lips crept across her neck. He kissed ever so gently across the long line of exposed flesh, ignoring the length of quartz that hung there. Every brush of his skin made her heart hammer in the worst way. It didn't feel good. Her skin screamed where his lips touched, as if he had a mouth of hot blades and not skin.
Fangs sank into her neck and she did scream. The pain that seared through her neck was blinding. Those two tiny pricks seemed to rip through her. It was too much pain for so small a wound. Looking up she saw Lori struggling futility against the chest of the other two triplets.
Her heart pumped blood into his mouth. The pain did not ease. It seemed to swell till she was sure things were breaking inside of her. Her lungs were splintering, her heart was on fire. Her belly was being ripped open. “Stop.” She begged. “Stop.”
But the world spun and she spoke no more.
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