All That I Am | By : kitten7315 Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 5396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 11
As we were walking through the halls of the Circus I felt a few of the master vampires begin rising for the evening. A door opened ahead of us in the hall and Damien stepped out. He was fully dressed and just recently fed. Damien is not a master vampire, so I was surprised to see him up and about already. He was smiling enough to show fang. Still feeling confused and surprised I questioned him. “Damien? Why are you up so soon?”
“It is wonderful Anita! You did this for me. My connection with you has given me more power.”
I half expected him to start skipping any minute. He was that happy. In over a thousand years, Damien has only acquired enough power to survive. I reached out along the metaphysical link we shared and felt power surging between us. I pulled back and smiled up at him as I touched his arm.
“I am glad that you are happy with this Damien. I know that you have waited a long time for this to happen.”
Hearty congratulations from the pard echoed around him.
“Sorry to interrupt the celebration guys, but Anita, you have some guests waiting.” I turned to see Jason coming down the hall toward us. Frowning, “Who’s here?” I asked him.
“Three you are expecting, but one that you aren’t,” he replied. I hate unexpected guests! They normally bring trouble. I began bracing myself for the worst.
“Micah, Richard, and Rafael are here.” Jason said, naming the first three.
“And?” I asked impatiently.
“Edward.”
Yep! Edward equals Trouble. “Maybe he just came to see how Bernardo was doing?” I rationalized to myself. Ok, so that was a nice dream world I stepped into briefly. Who was I kidding? Edward was here to kill things. He once told me that he got to kill lots of things when he was around me. At least I know when he comes he brings the most wonderful toys to play with. With that thought, my eyes lit up at the chance I might get to play with some of his toys. I wonder if he has anything new?
Bernardo watched my face light up as if it was Christmas morning. “Hoping he brought some of his toys?” he asked laughing.
“Yep! Let’s get this over with.”
We followed Jason to the room Jean-Claude set up for us. I looked around and saw Edward, Rafael, Richard, Micah, Asher and Jean-Claude already in the room. Well, everyone’s here, looks like we can get this started. Me impatient?
My breath caught in my chest watching Jean-Claude walking towards me. He was wearing his usual black leather pants with a midnight blue shirt made of silk. The shirt was open enough to see his cross-shaped scar. “All Mine!” I thought greedily.
“We are ready to begin, ma petite,” Jean-Claude said knowingly. I sat next to him with Asher on my other side. I glanced at what Asher had put on. He was wearing brown slacks with a cream colored shirt buttoned up all the way. As usual, his hair was covering the scarred side of his face. My beautiful golden Asher. I hope I can concentrate sitting between these two. Sometimes I think they do this to me on purpose.
Everyone sat down around the room. I just got to the point and told everyone what had happened yesterday. Mainly, this account was for Micah, Rafael, and Edward’s benefit. Those were the only ones in the room that didn’t know the full story. I watched Micah carefully as I was talking. I know that Elizabeth was the one behind this, but she also had a hand in bringing Micah into our lives, as well. I didn’t know how many others she contacted besides Micah, offering my pard on a silver platter.
I still felt as though Micah was holding something back from us. I briefly glanced at Edward, still wondering what he was going to add to this. He knew I was watching Micah closely. Edward turned his sociopathic stare towards Micah. I hope he didn’t shoot first. I needed answers! I described the “other woman” to everyone so they knew whom to be watching for. My heart fell when I saw Micah’s face turn as white as Jean-Claude’s. Damn! Why me?
I could feel my eyes grow cold. I could swear the room’s temperature dropped several degrees. I noticed that everyone in the room was looking at Micah. The vampires had gone into their otherworldly stillness.
“I guess I should have told you everything we had been through.” Micah said. Weariness was etched on his face when he began his story.
“As you know, Merle was Nimir-Raj before me. That ‘other woman’ is Caitlin. That bitch came to town and all hell broke loose. She is just as sadistic as that vampire she serves. Caitlin joined the pard and quickly became Merle’s Nimir-Ra. Little did we know, she was just doing it to offer us up to her Master as play toys. The torture he put us through…” Micah’s voice broke.
After a moment, he seemed to gather himself together and continued. “Merle couldn’t stop her. She had us. He felt as though he failed us so he stepped down and I stepped up. After what she was doing to us, we no longer looked to her as our Nimir-Ra, but our betrayer. I knew that I couldn’t beat her in a challenge so I found a way to make our escape. As soon as we got away from her, …when we were all still weak and vulnerable, … Chimera got us. You know the rest."
"Anita, I swear, I made sure she didn’t know where we were. I thought that part of our life was over. I wanted my people to heal a little and gain some trust in you before I told you the full story. They felt as though they kept going from a bad situation to a worse one. They always got the worst in each situation and so they were leery of anyone new.”
I felt bad for what they had been through, but Dammit! I still wish I had known!
“It might be possible Elizabeth contacted Caitlin after I showed up. I could be what’s bringing her here. She is already pissed off with me taking the leopards, she is definitely not going to be any happier if Elizabeth told her that we are a true Nimir-Ra and Nimir-Raj, a true mated pair,” stated Micah.
“What is this vampire’s name?” Jean-Claude asked.
“Micah looked at Jean-Claude. “He called himself Alexander.”
Jean-Claude and Asher immediately began launching into rapid French. At that moment, I knew we were in deeper shit than we thought. How bad could it be?
TBC
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