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A Dragon, A Unicorn and a Selkie	By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 2015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anita could not hide the fact that seeing Richard in a near comatose state disturbed her. There was no light in his eyes, only an emptiness that seemed to go down to his very soul. Jean-Claude, standing beside the bed with a troubled look on his beautiful face, had told her that Richard had not stirred since his return.

“He is alive but seems so empty,” Jean-Claude remarked with great concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” Anita agreed with a heavy sigh and glanced up briefly at Nathaniel and Micah. Micah was as troubled as she by this; Richard was one powerful son of a bitch and it would take an even bigger son of a bitch to do this to him. She was about to say something else when a loud commotion erupted in the hallway. The guards in the bedroom drew their weapons and moved towards the door. Haven, always armed, pulled his piece out of a shoulder holster and lead the two lions with him into the hall.

Anita shook her head and got off the bed. All they needed was more trouble. Drawing her gun, she led the rest of the men in the bedroom into the hallway, where most of the lycanthropes had a pair of women encircled.

One of the women was ethereally beautiful with reddish gold hair adorned with fresh daisies. Her gown was the palest silk over a blouse of ivory gauze. A sash cinched the gown around her small waist and trailed down the front to brush the floor. Her eyes were the same color as the sash with flecks of gold shimmering in their depths.

The other woman had long black hair and silver blue eyes. A camouflage shirt and black jeans made up her costume with hiking boots completing the ensemble, if you could call it that. Spying Anita with her weapon at ready, the raven-haired woman grinned broadly and remarked, “Look, they greet us with weapons.” With eyes flashing defiantly, she met Anita’s less than amused gaze and said, “I was once worshipped as a goddess of war. All weapons answer to me.

“Really,” Anita answered casually.

The blonde laid her hand over the raven-haired woman’s hand and said, “We came to help not fight, Enyo.”

Enyo slid her eyes to the side and met the other woman’s gaze. “Not even a little one?”

“No.”

“Too bad. All right then, where’s Richard?” Enyo asked.

Jean-Claude, his interest piqued, moved in front of Anita and asked, “What do you know of Richard’s injuries?”

Enyo smiled and explained, “Richard fought a dragon but lost. I got there before the dragon sucked the life force out of him, but Airmid panicked before I could return the force to him. She returned him to his own world the way you see him now.”

Anita had heard bull shit all her life, and this was so bad she could almost smell it. Looking at the blonde, she asked, “Are you Airmid?”

Enyo laughed, “This is Niamh. Neither Airmid nor I have the abilities to leave the other side these days without help.” Nodding at Niamh, she added, “She is one of the few bansidhes left who can travel between worlds.”

“I have heard of you,” Jean-Claude spoke respectfully to Niamh. “You are legend.”

Anita frowned and growled, “I know what a bansidhes is. It’s a Seelie/Unseelie thing.”

“Not Seelie and Unseelie,” Niamh responded gently. “Those beings are land spirits. We are more.”

“We were once thought of as gods,” Enyo added proudly. “I’ve had hundreds of names; some of them still in use.”

Anita smiled thinly and retorted, “I’ve never met a god who couldn’t die.” Catching a look of concern from Jean-Claude, she asked, “How do you plan on helping Richard?”

“We need to bring him back with us,” Niamh explained. “We have to make the dragon return his soul to him.”

Clay, alarmed by the announcement, spoke up, “His soul?”

“Only some of it,” Enyo assured him. “Can we see him?”

“This way,” Jean-Claude answered and extended his hand.

Asher wasn’t sure he believed any of this, although it was clear to him that they did possess some kind of magical powers. After all, they had just popped into the Circus out of thin air. Watching them run their hands over the Richard’s body, he noticed neither was smiling.

Enyo and Niamh were trying to feel Richard’s life force. Finally the dark woman said, “I did not think he would be this bad off. He fought the dragon as a werewolf. Airmid did not change him when she returned him to this side.”

“We need to get him back as soon as possible,” Niamh announced with a worried face. “Time is running out for him to recover.”

“I don’t know,” Anita spoke up. “What do you plan on doing?”
“We plan on getting the dragon,” Enyo assured her as two vampires entered the room. Her eyes immediately fell on the blond. “Chrysoar,” she whispered in passionate disbelief.

“Melanippi!” he exclaimed and pushed his way past the others to take her into his arms. “I thought you dead,” he gasped in amazement.

“As I you,” she answered and drew back to better see his face. “Only I am now Enyo.”

Wicked frowned because he knew the name well, and he now understood how she was here. “I now go by the name Wicked. And he is Truth.”

Enyo gazed past Wicked to Truth. “Vampires?” she asked.

“It was our fate,” Truth stated grimly, not as happy to see Enyo as his brother.

Niamh was not surprised by any of this. Before the last great lords of her people put a ban on traveling between worlds, her people had taken humans as lovers on many occasions. Her own beloved Ossin had been a mortal man of great beauty. Now he was dust.

“Why are you here?” Wicked asked his former mistress.

“We’ve come to take Richard back with us, to save him,” Enyo answered, her eyes drinking in the face she had once loved.

Asher, not as skeptical as before but certainly not amused, stepped forward and asked, “How do you plan on doing this?” Enyo turned to Niamh and nodded her head.

The mountain lake shimmered like a cobalt gem between the green covered peaks. It was so beautiful it hurt Jean-Claude’s eyes. Then it dawned on him; he was in daylight! He was in daylight with the sun warming his face, and the wind ruffling his hair. “What magic is this?” he asked no one in particular.

Niamh, smiling gently, said, “You were alive when you came here, and so you shall remain alive. There are no vampires in my land.”

Graham, noticing that only he, Clay and Jason were the only lycanthropes present, hissed, “Where’s Anita?”

Jean-Claude looked around now. Only he, Asher, Wicked and Truth had taken the journey to the other side. “She will not be pleased we left her,” he warned them.

Enyo grinned and said, “We need the dragon alive. I don’t see her pulling her piece.”
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