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Baser Urges	By : PersephoneCorelli Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4613 -:- 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.

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“Well at least my house is still standing.” Not that I expected Olaf to blow it up, but you never know.
“Don’t get too excited.”
I’d been able to ignore him for most of the trip to my house but now I look over at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That means that Olaf does not like to blow houses up. He prefers the up close and personal approach. But that does not mean that he has not ransacked and destroyed your belongings.”
Oh no, Sigmund! Is it sad that my first thought is for my stuffed penguin? I don’t think so. He’s the only one that’s been there for me no matter what happened…and he does not try to have sex with me. Of course, he is only a stuffed toy but, I have to take it where I can get it. I take a deep breath.
“Let’s get this over with.”
My breath releases with a ‘whoosh’ as I see everything is in order upon first entering the house. Edward and I both have our guns drawn. He insists on following me into each and every room. I mean really, is it necessary for him to be so close? Alright, so I know it is.
That doesn’t make me anymore comfortable with it. I keep having images and feelings sweep through me. This kind of thinking is dangerous, especially with a potential threat lurking around every corner.
We reach my bedroom and find it untouched. I get my duffel bags out of the closet and start to pack my clothes first. If I have to leave quickly Edward can always supply me with weapons. Only the necessities: a few pair of jeans, polo shirts, jackets to cover my gun, and of course, the two items that I really don’t want Edward watching me pack: underwear and bras. I only seem to have matching lingerie now. Lacy, see-through lingerie. Damn Jean-Claude and Asher.
As I put the last clothing items in my bag I am debating whether or not to grab Sigmund.
Fuck it, I want him with me. I pull him out from under the covers and tuck him under my arm. I feel something cold brush my arm. What the hell? I look at him and find a note pinned to his tie. Edward reaches around behind me to take the note and I squeeze Sigmund tight. So much for him not noticing the stuffed toy going into the bag.
“What does it say?”
Edward clears his throat.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Don’t play games Edward, just tell me.”
“All right. ‘Look under the bed.’”
That’s not good. Do I just look or do I let him look? He got me into this mess, he should have to look under the bed. Will I let him? No. Damn. But I’m not doing it alone.
“Fine. On the count of three, you and I will look together.”
“Me? It’s your note and you did say you wanted to know what it says.”
“Don’t push me Edward.”
“All right. Three.”
We both grab a corner of the bed and pull up towards the wall.
“Oh God! Oh God!” It’s all I can do to keep breathing.
“Jesus!” Even Edward reacts. That can’t be good.
Under my bed there is a… grave. Tombstone and all. The only saving grace is that the body has no odor. The flowers are fresh and the clothes are unstained. That shirt looks familiar though. Fuck.
“She’s wearing my clothes.”
There doesn’t seem to be any excess blood, which means that she was killed elsewhere and brought here. How thoughtful of Olaf not to spoil my rug.
“Have you looked at her face yet, Anita?”
At that question, my eyes are drawn up to her face. I whirl around, heaving. I will not throw up, I will not throw up. I’ve seen much worse than this before. Screw that! None of the other victims had my face. My face?! Oh God! Oh God! What did he do to her face?
Edward has to pull me against him before I collapse to my knees.
“Anita…”
That’s when I see the note pinned to her, excuse me, ‘my’ shirt.
I can’t, I just can’t. I look at Edward and he lets me go, making sure that I can stand on my own. He reaches for it without having to be asked and unfolds it so we can both read it at the same time. It’s a good thing that he stood behind me because, after reading the note, I feel dizzy. This is very odd. I haven’t lost any blood and I’m still feeling like I’m going into shock.
Olaf is quite a scary piece of work. He wants me to examine the body. He wants me to come after him. God, the things he said.
‘Anita, I know you have sided with Edward. Do not worry, it does not spoil my plans for you. Even he cannot save you. He cannot be everywhere at once. As a start to our little game, I left you a beautiful present. It is some of my best work. Ask Edward. Examine the body. You will need to undress her to see all of the damage. I suggest you record the details of her ordeal…it will help you prepare for when I have you. Keep in mind that what she went through is nothing compared to what I want to do with you.’
Taking a few cleansing breaths I walk over to my closet and pull down my executioner’s kit. I’ve started to keep a supply of gloves everywhere just in case, along with coveralls. The coveralls won’t fit Edward perfectly but something is better than nothing. I hand him a pair of gloves and coveralls. We quickly put everything on and I mentally prepare myself to inspect the body.
Going down on my knees I look more closely at the body. The last thing I want is to do what Olaf wants me to but, if she had to go through it, the least I can do is see what he did to her. No matter how I try, I can’t seem to look at her face again. My eyes focus for a moment on the tombstone. That is when I realize what it says
‘Here Lies Anita Blake. In The End I Made Her Scream.’
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