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Heal Me	By : Firered Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 1893 -:- 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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Ohhh, everybody thanx SO much for reviewing! Well, the five out of 65 of you anyway.
Xevaral: You SHOULD write that story, then I can read it and I totally prefer reading to writing. I know Anita’s slightly out of character, but as it happens, even though I liker her and all, I find I’m not centering on her much. I guess it’s because I have MJ, a character I hand tailored, and so adore. But I’ll work on them, thanx for the constructive criticism.
JJ: You ARE such a teacher, I couldn’t have got better advice if I turned it in to my English teacher, a thought that stops me cold.
Marzbar, Strawberryblush, Leslie: Thanx so much, it’s an old line but your reviews definitely keep me writing, keep it coming, keep it coming.

Oh, I've changed a few stuff, but nothing really important.

The girl, about fifteen, glanced up as the door opened. “Billy! What happened to you! Who did this!” The boy, scowled with eleven-year old maturity. “Chill, sis, just chill.” She stared unrelentingly at him, tapping her foot. He squirmed. “There was just this asshole and I had to shut him up you know. He caught me off guard” he mumbled, chewing on his upper lip before wincing from the split lip. “He looks worse” he said with satisfaction

“You can’t just fight with people because they say stupid things, you’ll find yourself taking on the entire human race” she smiled warily, and he grinned back, their smiles almost identical.

“C’mon, let’s go put some ice on that” she hooked an arm around his neck and asked absently, “So, what’d they say?” He went red and his lips pressed together. She looked at him with interest, “No really, tell me” He shifted his gaze, “It was nothing really, sis, and last one downstairs is a rotten egg!” He started to take off but she caught him. “Billy,” she warned. “there’s something you’re not telling me” He tried to look away but she cupped his face, making him meet her eyes. Tears spilled down his cheeks and he spoke out of trembling lips, “He said his older brother Tom is fucking you” He bit his lip and tried not to cry. “I should have hit him harder!”

She pulled him to her to hide her face, hugging him tight and stroking his head. Tears spilled onto his hair. “Don’t listen to what people say, Billy, don’t listen to them. And don’t get into any more fights, no, I mean it” she pulled back and looked him in the eye, “you have to swear, Billy, don’t fight anymore, okay? They might make you leave this home if you do Billy, I’m serious. What would I do then, Sweetie?” she touched his cheek, “You know I wouldn’t be able to bear it if something happened to you, you know that.” He smiled sweetly, “I know, Sis, don’t worry. I’ll always be there.”

Edward was picking her up at 1:00. She was thinking back to the day before. “Edward actually had had a good reason to worry.” She murmured to her cat, picking the ball of fluff up and nuzzling her face in his soft gray fur. The Mastofa job had been a different from usual one for her. True, she’d been a hooker, and true she was an assassin, but she’d never been an assassin-g hooker.

She got dressed. She wore a conservative, simple light grey suit, with pale pantyhose underneath. Her heels were low and sturdy, not ugly shoes but… simple. She wore no jewelry except a simple watch. Her hair she pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck. She wore a conservative amount of makeup. Finishing, she studied herself in the mirror. Ms. “Smith”, the conservative, boring, unnoticeable business woman. Anyone trying to describe her would remember the grey suit, the blond hair, and nothing else. She was almost literally a ghost, able to move around not invisible but… okay, more like a chameleon.

Her face could be stunning with the right makeup or expression, but really it was quite ordinary, plain. Her nose was straight, the exact right length and thinness. Her mouth wasn’t Julia Roberts, nor Angelina Jolie. Average length, average thickness. Her teeth were straight, and she didn’t have an under or overbite. Her cheekbones were nice, but still able to be hardly noticeable. Her eyes were slightly big for her face, but a drab grey.

Bright lipstick, eye accenting makeup and the right smile and she was drop dead gorgeous. Simple makeup and the right clothes and her man would drop dead anyway.

“What do you think, Herb? Good enough for Christopher Travis? Huh?” She kissed noses with the cat and then put him down.

Satisfied with her look, she grabbed a simple black handbag, loaded with a small lethal at close distance handgun with a silencer attached, a makeup bag, a cell phone and a few other everyday stuff.

Seeing her cab pull up through the window, she went downstairs. “Bye, Herby!”
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She got out in front of the bank, on a street mostly taken over by businesses. She stepped in, took out fifty bucks and walked out. Outside, she walked to the nearby park where a lot of business wo /man ate or just strolled during their lunch break. There were a few joggers, a few dog walkers, but mostly suits. All the kids were in school – if they weren’t they wouldn’t come here, where they’d probably meet their parents.

She walked up to the crowded hotdogs & ice cream stand, falling in line behind an attractive man in a well cut dark blue suit. He bought a hotdog and shifted to the side to pay, leaving room for her to order. She got a cookies & cream ice cream cone and paid.

The dark blue suit had taken a few steps away from the stand when she passed him.

“Oh, excuse me sir,” she murmured as she bunked into him and continued away. He just stood there.

She walked at a brisk pace out of the park, savoring her ice cream. She didn’t glance back at the crowd gathering around the dark blue suited man who had fallen dead to the ground from the small bullet that he barely felt enter his heart, leaving him standing for a moment before his body collapsed.

Mary Jane finished off her cone and caught a cab back to her apartment.

Once inside, she changed into black jeans and a grey T. Her hair she pulled loose, gratefully flinging the pins in the direction of her mirror & table thing. It was two to 1:00, so she grabbed a loose, thin dark green jacket, just as Edward pulled up. Exchanging kisses with Herby and apologizing for leaving again – yeah right, like Herby would pine for her, the aloof brat, she thought – she clattered downstairs and hopped into Edward’s car.

“H-h-hey! Eddie, my man. What’s happening?” He slid a malevolent sideways look toward her, not saying anything.

“Alright, Mr. Grumpy Dumpy Edward, start acting nicer or this deal is so off.” She turned her whole body toward the window, giving him her back, and made an obvious pout. He sighed, “I apologize. Now can I tell you about Anita’s stalker?” She cocked her head, unforgiving.

“Right. So she got the first note a week ago, left on her dresser. It just said, ‘You’re beautiful’, and there was a red rose with it.”

Mary Jane shrugged, “Tell her to get better security”

“She had great security, and she got even better security. The next note, the next day, same place, two red roses, said ‘I’m watching you’”

“Creepy”

“So she stayed awake all night to catch the guy at it. She never saw him, and around seven in the morning three red roses, and “I love the way you breathe” was there. She said it was like she blinked and then it was there.”

“Can’t vampires move like so fast it’s invisible? And she works with them”

“Anita would feel it”

“Excuse me? How?”

“I can’t tell you how. Just believe me, she would feel it. The next day, four red roses, said “Your lips are so luscious”. Edward grimaced. “So she and the guys she lives with stayed up all night, and still they never saw how it got there. The next day, five red roses, “Your hair is so soft”. She went to the police, just for the hell of it, and they couldn’t suggest anything new. Then “Can you feel my gaze on you?”. As a sort of test, she went to stay at her boyfriend’s” tight lips “house, and the next day the seven carnations and “Dream of me” were there, as predictable as sunrise.”

“So, where are we going now?”

“Her house, she’s loading up to move in to the boyfriends house for awhile; it’s got even better security and it’s less isolated.”
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Anita viciously yanked clothes from her closet. At first she’d been freaked. Then she’d been seriously pissed. And now… now she didn’t know what to feel. They’d been over the house a dozen times, there were absolutely no signs. She couldn’t track it, she couldn’t shoot it, what was she going to do? “Fuck!” she kicked the dresser and felt incredibly stupid as she clutched her toe in pain.

She grabbed her gun and shot a vase. It shattered. She inhaled, feeling somewhat better. Nathanial came running in “Anita! Are you ok-” he broke off at the gun in her hand. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, “It’ll be okay, Anita, it will”. She smiled slightly and leaned into his arms. “Ye of so much faith”.

The doorbell rang. She could hear Micah answering and talking to whoever it was. Oh, right, Edward was coming over with some friend.

Mary Jane felt like whistling at the guy standing in the doorway. She liked height, and this guy was shorter then her but STILL, what a BABE! His eyes gave her a start for a moment, she’d met weres before but they hadn’t had eyes like that… She forced herself to concentrate on what he was saying. “… packing right now, she’ll be out in a minute –” A short woman with long black curls stepped out of a door towards the side. “Edward.” She nodded, and he kind of gave a nod back. Obviously great buddies with Edward was this woman. “This is Mary Jane, she works with me”

Anita studied the woman eyeing her with a definite attitude. “Hi” She gave a little wave.

Mary Jane shifted her gaze to the equally sweet on the eyes guy standing behind Anita, wondering what all that hair would feel like… She blinked and said, “Well, I’m going to look around, if that’s okay.”
“Right, Okay.”
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“Edward, really, I don’t know why you called me in on this. As much as I appreciate the eye candy, there’s not much for me to do.”

“”Yeah, I know. I just wanted your input and while I’m gone, you can be there, etc.”

“Honestly, you say she’s got some sort of “power”, she’s living with weres, what the hell can I contribute?”

“Most of the people she lives with, were or not, don’t use a gun, all actually. This thing is really creepy, and since I can’t be here – You no what? This was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking, Mare, I’m sorry about dumping this on you, you’ve got a lot on your plate with Travis and Lakewood –” “Actually just Lakewood. I did Travis this morning”.

“Oh really? Can’t wait to see the papers on that…”

“See ya, Edward. Bring me a treat from Tennessee, huh?”
“Bye, Mare, try not to blow up the earth.” She blew him a kiss and went into her apartment.

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“Billy! Guess what I got! You are going to kiss my feet, trust me you – ” Something was wrong. The smell. Blood. “Billy!” She ran through the rooms frantically, until she came to the kitchen, where the smell was the strongest. She reached out a trembling hand and opened the door. “Billy?” her voice quavered. There was blood on the kitchen floor. So much blood. She could see all but on the other side of the counter in the middle of the room. She took a step around it, and another. Her legs would barely move. Another step, “Billy!!!”

Her own scream woke her up. “Billy!!!” She cried again, feeling like it was all happening again. Slowly she came back to herself, lying in her soft bed in her sun filled room. She sat up, rubbing the tear streaks from her cheeks. She got out of bed on trembling legs and went into the bathroom, going immediately to the shower. She stripped and turned the water on almost hotter then she could bare.

Twenty minutes later she walked out into her bedroom, opening the top drawer she fished out underwear. “Oh damn” she muttered to herself, “bra shortage” She headed for the balcony. To her relief there was a bra hanging. She snatched it and went back into her room, freezing at the sight awaiting her. From this angle she could see her dresser. The underwear slipped from her fingers. On the dresser were a white carnation and a small envelope. She opened it and pulled out a small piece of stationary. “I can almost taste your skin.”
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