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Rave	By : AriannaHawk Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 2704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I know Anita doesn’t sleep in cars because her mother died in a car accident, but I chose to ignore that. Bear with me a little, just trying to make this part work out.

Edward and I took shifts driving through the night so we could each get some sleep. Even Death needs sleep. I learn something new every day. He took the last shift that night, since I took the first shift. I woke up and glanced at the clock as I straightened in the seat. Just after nine-thirty. A full eight hours and some change. That’s a record for me, I think, since I’m not used to sleeping at night, let alone getting the full prescription for adults. It was sunny and clear, a beautiful spring day. I yawned. Too much sleep can get to you, though not as bad as too little sleep.
“Where are we now?” I asked, watching buildings flashing by the freeway. I always like losing myself in the feeling that it’s not really me moving, it’s the buildings. Just nice to be in the abstract for a while.
“We’re going through Indianapolis right now. We made good time because there wasn’t much traffic all night.”
I nodded in acknowledgement. The radio was on. Classic rock, or oldies. I can never keep track of the names of the genres anymore. They’re always changing the names, even though the meaning stays the same. A slow smile spread over my face.
“I didn’t know you were into oldies,” I remarked. Truth be told, I didn’t know Edward liked music at all. Shallow of me? Perhaps, but Edward has never really shown enjoyment toward anything besides killing. He was an assassin, but humans got too boring for him, I guess, so now he hunts supernatural beasties of all varieties. He’d probably kill his own mother if someone paid him enough money to do it. And he won’t settle for anything less than an up-close-and-personal kill. He’s one of those guys like you see in the old Western flicks who says to all the other guys, “I like to see the look in their eyes before they die.”
Edward shrugged. “I like a little of this, a little of that,” he replied casually. It was one of the few remarks I’d ever heard from his mouth that sounded close to something a regular, everyday human being might say.
I grinned. “I’m sure. So when do you want to change places?”
“I’m pretty comfortable right now, so we can wait a while. We’re down to a quarter of a tank, so we can switch places when we stop for gas.”
I nodded in agreement and we fell silent. I flipped through the stations a bit. In all honesty, I hadn’t had the leisure of listening to the radio in forever, so I didn’t know any of the newer tunes. Most of the stations were talking or playing commercials, so I switched it off. We stopped for gas close to the Indiana border and continued. We reached Toledo in Ohio as evening was setting in. We got off there because I decided I wante do do some shopping.
“What do you think of this?” I asked, holding aloft a black T-shirt that said in white lettering “Do not start with me. You will not win.”
My blond companion’s blue eyes lit with humor. He never actually smiles. “It’s definitely you.”
I grinned. “I agree.” I slung it over my arm and continued to rifle through the rack. I don’t normally wear T-shirts, except as pajamas, but I think that one will become a shirt for work. Fuck Bert.
I found another shirt with a penguin on it. The penguin had sunglasses on and his fins were folded across his chest. That was on the back. On the front it said “Penguins Got ’Tude.” That would make a nice pajama shirt. Sigmund would appreciate it. Oh, God, as if it weren’t bad enough that I collect toy penguins, now I’m thinking of them like they’re real.
Edward gave an approving look whe saw saw I’d selected it. “I still can’t get over the fact that you collect penguins,” he said. “It’s not a bad thing, it’s just….”
For the first time since I’d met him, Edward was at a loss for words. I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Just what?”
“I don’t know. It just seems fitting for you, even though I wouldn’t have expected it.” He shrugged and I smiled. Edward seemed to have the beginnings of a person underneath his sociopath crust. It was a comforting find.
“Let’s go to a hotel for the night,” I said suddenly. We’d planned to do what we did before, but I wanted to hang out with him now that I’d discovered he was beginning to become something close to a fellow human being. I always knew there was a reason he’d never killed me, or tried to. He was constantly wondering who was better, but he never actually pulled a gun on me. On the contrary, he only became friendlier–which may not be saying a lot where he’s concerned–and came whenever I needed him.
He nodded fractionally. “Not a bad idea.”
We shopped a little longer first though. I ended up with the two shirts and a mug with a picture of some girl slapping a guy on it. The guy had lipstick all over his face and there was another girl sitting on the couch behind them, so you can pretty much guess what’s going on. Edward got a new wallet and a shirt I convinced him to buy that said “I wish I could CTRL-ALT-DELETE you” on it. It really is him, and he looks good in black.
We got separate hotel rooms and bedded down for the night.

Richard sighed in frustration. He’d been driving for quite a while on the expressway, and he still hadn’t caught up with Anita, and she showed no signs of getting off any time soon. He hoped Jean-Claude had made his arrangements quickly. He’d called him once already, but he’d gotten no answer, meaning that the vampire hadn’t gotten started yet because no one was in the car to answer. He sighed again and struggled not to bend the steering wheel. He was so mad at Anita; he didn’t know why he continued to worry about her and chase after her. Correction, he had been mad at Anita. He knew now he was still madly in love with her, but the situation was making him anxious. He just didn’t know why he was chasing after her now. The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.
“Jean-Claude?” he answered.
“Yes, it is I. We’ve only just set out,” he said, anger just detectable beneath his calm tone. “The truck decided it did not wish to start. Where are you?”
“On the expressway, heading toward Indiana,” he said.
Jean-Claude sighed. “We have a long way to catch up with you. Hopefully ma petite will stop for the night. That will give us some time.”
Richard heaved yet another sigh. “She doesn’t show any signs of that. I think she pulled off briefly a few times, but she always gets right back on.” He paused. “Who did you bring with you?”
“I did not wish to have more than one coffin to drag around, so I brought a few wolves. Stephen and Jason are here. They seem to be the most dependable,” he said, his anger disappearing. “They figured out what was wrong with the truck when the men handling it wished to call a repairmen, which saved us much time.”
Both of them smiled; though they couldn’t hear each other doing it, their connection told them they were.
“Hopefully I’ll see you soon. I’ll call with an update if anything changes.”
“A bientôt.”
They hung up. Richaroverove on in silence.

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