Baser Urges | By : PersephoneCorelli Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I pull myself together after a few moments and dry my face. I rest my head back and close my eyes. ‘What am I doing? Why did I tell Edward all that stuff? How can I want him so much with all the complications? Olaf’s after me and I have two men waiting for me at home. I must be sick.’ Shaking my head to clear it I try to relax. After a minute I give up, dry off, and dress for bed. I tuck my gun into the waistband of my night shorts and prepare to face Edward. It pisses me off that my arm is shaking and anger is good. I may just make it through the night if I keep getting angry rather than embarrassed. I open the door and see Edward laying on the bed with his eyes closed. ‘Yes! I hope he’s really asleep so I can just get through tonight without any more drama.’ I walk toward the bed.
Edward looks at me. Shit! “Germany.” Ok, are we naming countries for fun or for a reason? I must have looked confused since he followed up with. “That’s where we are going.” Oh and that explains everything. Just remember Anita, play nice. “May I ask why or will I have to answer more questions?” Or maybe not. I can’t seem to keep the catty tone out of my voice. Damn I hate that. Edward quirks his eyebrow at me but gives no sign of being affected by my bitchiness. “Germany, as you already know, is where Olaf’s from. He has been ostracized. He won’t have an easy time of getting into the country or keeping a low profile once he’s there.” Alright, time for the dumb questions. “So, what if he doesn’t follow? Am I just supposed to relocate?” Edward shakes his head and begins to pace the room. I can’t help but wonder why he’s so agitated. It’s so not Edward. “He’ll follow because he has a goal. He wants you. Olaf doesn’t give up something like this easily. He’ll probably pout like a petulant child denied their favorite toy, but he’ll follow you. I’m hoping by dragging him to his Homeland that it’ll cause him to make mistakes. He knows how to track you here. Hell he even went into your house and left a body for you. He’s never done that before Anita. You are different for him. You’re like his ultimate kill. If he succeeds in killing you, he believes he’ll get a bigger and better thrill. You’re like the ultimate aphrodisiac to him. I’m going to make sure that the bastard doesn’t even get close. He wants you but he’ll have to go through me first.” I am stunned by the vehemence in his tone. This is Edward talking like this. I feel goose bumps break out over my skin at his words. Olaf is going to try and kill me and it’s all like a drug fix for him. That’s sick. How can you get a high out of killing people? I mean I will admit that when I kill the bad guy I experience a rush of exultation but, it’s only a feeling of survival. The rush is the feel of life. The life I had to fight for. His way is so demeaning and frightening. If he gets me, I will be at his mercy and there will be no one to save me. I feel sick to my stomach and sit down on the edge of the bed. I rock back and forth and can not keep the images of the girl we found from running through my head. He’s going to do worse? What’s worse? Do I even want to know? Not really. Damn! I look up at Edward. “What does he mean by worse? He told me to ask you about that being his best work, why? What does he mean?” Edward broke eye contact and turned his back to me. I don’t think he’s ever done that before either. Now I’m scared and worried. He speaks to the wall. “I told you in Santa Fe that the reason why Olaf was there was because he was the only person I knew who had done anything remotely like that. Also, after meeting with Itzpapalotl, I told you and Bernardo to just leave him alone about his desire to play with the whipped vampire. You really didn’t want to know what he would have done Anita, really.” He looks over his shoulder at me with his eyes full of untold horror and turns away. It was the most honest expression I’d ever seen him show. What had he witnessed Olaf doing? How had he come to meet such a sick and twisted individual? I mean in my line of work I had met some wackos but they were children compared to Olaf. Unsure of what to do I stand and wrap my arms around him. He tenses in my embrace and then relaxes into my touch. He turns his body to face mine, wraps his arms around me and, buries his face in my neck. He tightens his hold on me and a warmth courses through my body. Needing to just forget for a while, I lean back in his arms and raise my lips to his. I can feel the shock run through his body a moment before his mouth melts into mine.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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