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Night Moves	By : xevaral Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 3533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Author’s Notes: To answer a reviewer’s question, Ethan isn’t interested in Jean-Claude like ‘that’. The one he eventually becomes interested in doesn’t show up until later. ;)

Night Moves, part two.

The same blonde girl from the previous night greeted him inside the strip club. Ethan followed her as she directed him to his new office. “Why does Jean-Claude want me to conduct the meetings here?”

The girl paused and looked at him. Pure confusion was written across her face, “What do you mean?”

Ethan thought over how he could sugar coat his words. He was a complete blank for words, “This is a strip club.”

“Oh.” The girl was taken over by giggles. Ethan was glad that he amused her instead of offending her. “The Circus is too dangerous, so Jean-Claude had your office set up here.” Before he could ask the girl what the Circus was, she had a door open to a room which he could only assume to be his new office. “Here we are. I’ll let Anita know that you’re here when she arrives.”

“Thank you.” Ethan said as the girl left him alone in the room. He had to admit that whoever Jean-Claude hired to decorate had nailed his style dead on. His focus directed straight to the oversized globe in the corner of the room. Next to it was a hunter green, velvet sofa for reading the countless numbers of hardbacks that adorned the bookshelves. The lighting was dim, a little too dim. His eye sight was extremely poor in the dark. His worries went away as he noticed the office styled lamps that sat on the large antique desk.

Ethan sat in his chair, an oversized, leather executive chair. He had to admit that it was rather comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable. He could easily see himself falling asleep in the chair, spending every hour in this office; everything in it was perfect, frighteningly perfect. There was a loveseat directly across from him, purposefully designed for his clients to stretch out on. There were papers scattered across his desk, mostly brochures of places to visit while he was here.

“Dr. Jones.” It was more of a statement than a question. The female stood in the doorway, not moving, not even a little bit. She was short, real short, and had dark brown hair, almost black. The unmanageable curls framed a make-up free face. Dark eyes stared back at him, they were blank, no emotions, just blank. “I’m Anita Blake.”

“Oh.” For a second he was mistaking her for a serial killer. Those blank eyes were a killer’s eyes, completely devoid of feeling, just wanting a straight kill. She certainly had the same look as one of his previous clients. Who two years after his services had ended up being on the F.B.I.’s most wanted list. She was still looking at him, she was studying him, much like an alpha wolf would study its enemy. He decided to break up some of the tension, “You’re shorter than what I expected.” And not as pretty as he would have thought her to be, but that was without saying. “Please, take a seat.”

“I prefer to stand,” she said with an over practiced death stare. Ethan was used to dealing with these kinds of people, she didn’t impress him.

“You’re going to be standing there for a long time then.” She continued to stand and she was going to for an even longer time. Until her legs started aching, her mind began to tire, her attitude switch to frustration from all of the talking. She’ll begin to sweat until standing became unbearable. Only then will she let down her guard, just enough to actually sit down. Ethan knew her kind; he knew them all too well.

He took out a tape recorder and a notepad. The notepad contained some files on her that he dug up on the internet the previous night. Apparently her track record for vampire kills was quite impressive, giving her the name Executioner. She looked like a killer, no question there, but Executioner seemed a little too over the top. “According to my research her, you’re a vampire hunter. What is a vampire hunter doing sleeping with what some would call the enemy?”

“Is this really what I’m in here for? To be ridiculed by a young therapist who looks as though he just got out of college? I’m not going to be picked and prodded.” Her voice was flat; it was just there, stating her attitude. It showed how stubborn she was. The stubborn ones were always easy to crack with just a few choice words.

“You’re Jean-Claude’s human servant, is that correct?” He ignored her questions. He didn’t care about her attitude, not yet anyways. Ethan just needed background information on her, her history, so he can use it against her in the group meetings. He would crack her then and only then will he solve the problems.

“Yes,” she said without a hint of care, just attitude.

“How did that happen?” Ethan already knew about human servants, one of the little things that he picked up during his services with his previous client.

Anita smirked, it was meant to be menacing, and all it did was amuse him. “He bit me. Several times.”

“You’re his lover, as well, I assume. Tell me, do you have other lovers?”

She paused this time, not to come off as being dangerous, it was more hesitation then anything else. She had other lovers, it was clearly written across her face, and so was her being ashamed of that fact. “Yes.”

Her guard slipped slightly just then, it was very small, but just enough for him to move in. “We can’t get anywhere with these one worded answers. Jean-Claude has hired me to help all of you. I suggest you cooperate.”

Anger shown through, she was mad. No one bossed her around, no one suggests her to do a damn thing. That was her attitude, she was who she was and by God nothing was going to stop her. “Fine.” That one statement was her surrendering, not much, but just enough. Then she sat on the loveseat directly across from him, another surrender move. “What do you want me to say?” It was all attitude; she didn’t want him to think that she was actually giving in.

“Tell me about your relationship with Jean-Claude. How did it start? Where is it at now?” All of this was said with a professional smile displayed across his face. Professionalism got you points when dealing with un-wanting people. Anita was struggling.

“I met him here, actually, at Guilty Pleasures. I was helping the police, the spook squad, with a murder investigation. A lot of vampires were being murdered in the district, they were occurring around the corner, close to the club. Naturally, I began to do some investigation. I asked Jean-Claude a couple of questions and went on my way.” Anita paused and looked straight at him. Her eyes were asking whether she should stop or continue. He let her know to continue with a flick of his eyes. “Jean-Claude had asked me to meet with his master at the time, before he took over as Master of the City. I agreed to it, against my will, but my friend’s life was involved so I obliged. A vampire had taken me down that same night. I still don’t know exactly what happened; all I know is that when I woke up I had bite marks on my neck. I then found out that Jean-Claude was the one who bit me, and that he took the first step into making me his human servant.” Anita snorted, “He said it was to save my life.”

“You were mad?” Ethan didn’t have to ask the question, but he still wanted to hear the answer come from her lips. He knew she was mad; she was getting mad just talking about it.

“Of course. I hated vampires.” Anita sighed for a brief moment, “It didn’t matter that I was slightly attracted to him. The attraction was understandable. You’ve seen him.” Yes, Jean-Claude was attractive, but Ethan couldn’t see himself being wrapped under his spell. Maybe it was because he was naïve when it came to dealing with vampires, though. “Then he bit me some more, each bite taking me a step closer to becoming his human servant. Then I slept with him after my boyfriend, at the time, changed on me and sent me running to Jean-Claude. So, we had sex.”

“You’re boyfriend? He changed on you? What do you mean?”

“Richard. I heard that you’re supposed to have a meeting with him, too.” Anita let out a laugh, it almost sounded sad, almost. “I doubt that will happen, but he can surprise you sometimes.”

Ethan decided that was for a later time to think about. When the meeting will come up the meeting will come, until then he wanted to know more about Anita’s views. “What did you mean by him changing on you?”

“He’s a werewolf.” Ethan then understood what she meant. “I already knew this, but that night was different. There wasn’t any humanity in him. So what do I do? I go running from my boyfriend who’s a werewolf, because of his lack of humanity, to a vampire instead. Makes sense.”

“I can tell that you’re still bitter about it. Have you not seen Richard since then? Did you love him?”

“Yes, I loved him. I wanted to marry him, I loved him so much.” Her words were being choked back. Her tougher than nails attitude was quickly going down the drain. Now all that was left was raw emotions. Ethan was glad that he succeeded. “I did see him after that. He found out in a not so good way. Eventually, we had sex, we hadn’t up to that point, but later we did. We worked out an arrangement where I was shared between both him and Jean-Claude. Now he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me, or us. He still deals with Jean-Claude, not often, because he has too. The wolf is Jean-Claude’s animal to call. He said that he doesn’t like what I’ve become. That I’m not human.”

Ethan watched as her eyes began to slightly water. She was tough, though; she wasn’t going to let him or anyone see her cry. She’d rather die first. Anita quickly straightened up; put the death glare back in place. He continued to study her as she glared back at him. Her body was just there, completely lifeless. Her guard was back once more. “I’m tired of this. I have stuff to do.”

“This is a good stopping place.” Ethan made a quick mark in his notes and stopped the recorder. He took his glasses off; he couldn’t see her as well anymore due to the dim lights. “I think we should have some more one on one discussions before the first group meeting, though.” He wasn’t quite satisfied enough, he didn’t break her enough. The meetings weren’t necessary, he just wanted her broken a little bit more for convenience. “It’s completely up to you.”

“We’ll see.” She quickly left the room, shutting the door a little too hard behind her.
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