An Answer to the Whys of Jason | By : BithaBlu Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3026 -:- 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. |
Disclaimer: Laurell K Hamilton owns the universe and all the characters in it. She is the almighty
in the Anitaverse and we are merely pawns in her plan of world dominance.
Author’s Note: In Blue Moon Jason called being changed into a shifter death- or at least how
Raina did it. Here’s my version of why.
Why He Called It Death
By BithaBlu
When Raina grew tired of licking up my mess she turned that furry, fuzzy face to mine and
growled, “Are you going to wait for me this time my little pet?” Not really questioning but more
like she were demanding. Frankly I agreed with her and prayed that my body would obey. I would
have obeyed anything she asked of me that night. I nodded eagerly and groaned as she straddled
my body. Her claws trailed down my chest, leaving tiny trails of blood and making me hard as a
rock. I couldn’t even feel the scratches through the throbbings of my pulse and other things.
“It’s time to play little pet. Now let’s see if you can survive.” I froze for just a second when I
heard that. It sounded like a threat but I let that thought drop. I mean, come on, she said she was
going to cure me and it seemed like she was going to do it the fun way so why would she threaten
me? So I ignored the little screaming voice in the back of my head and willed my body to obey.
And for once it did.
So we pawed at each other for a few minutes as I got hard again. I was much easier once she
shifted back to human form. Much easier. God she was gorgeous. Even through my blurry eyes
she looked so incredibly beautiful. The shrieking voices in the back of my head was drowned out
by my hormones screaming, “Fuck her. Fuck Her! FUCK HER!!!” Guess which one I listened to.
I don’t even know how we managed to get between the sheets or even why we did but I can
remember how those white silk sheets slid around underneath my back as we moved. She rode me
hard and I can remember thinking that I was glad that we were on silk sheets because cotton
would have rubbed my back raw. I doubt I would have felt it though. I was in sensation overload
at the time. Taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight. Everything was being maxed out. The taste of her
lips as she pressed them against mine. The smell of her hair and of her skin. Hearing her voice
groan. Hearing me groan. And the touching of everything. I can’t even describe the feeling of
Raina on top of me. And if that wasn’t enough I was completely overwhelmed by how exquisite
she looked as her naked body moved over me. Her hair swung back and forth, her thighs
squeezing against my hips in a frenzied pace and her boobs bobbled in an almost comical way. But
there was no way I was going to laugh. No freaking way. I was entranced by it all and I didn’t
want it to ever stop. Eventually it did though. About twenty minutes later. Hey, I figure I had
increased my stamina twenty times as much in less than an hour. Nothing to be ashamed of. Plus I
was drained of all my energy. Granted, Raina had done most of the work (ok- all of the work) but
I was shot. So I lay there drenched in sweat and wondering why everyone didn’t become a
werewolf if that’s how it happened. I could feel Raina’s fingers drifting over my chest and was
about to fall asleep when I heard a weird noise. I looked up and saw Raina’s hands shift into
claws and watched in horror as she ripped into me. God it hurt. She shredded my chest apart and
I could feel blood, my blood, soaking the mattress beneath me. It’s weird how I can remember
how that felt, the blood I mean, and not how much it hurt to be torn apart. I know it hurt. It hurt
more than anything I had ever felt. I screamed until my throat was raw and wished, begged,
pleaded for my pain killers. Those damn pills that I had cursed and left behind just a few hours
before. I had left them there in a fit of optimism, believing that I would be through with pain once
I became a shifter. God I was wrong. So wrong. The agony lasted forever. My chest was a bloody
mess of eviscerated pain and my throat was trashed from all my screaming. It hurt so much I
almost wished I had just stayed sick, that I had never thought up this dumbass plan to become a
shifter. Finally I passed out into blissful unconsciousness. But the last thing I saw before I slipped
into darkness was Raina’s eyes watching me. Cold, calculating eyes that didn’t give a damn if I
lived or died. But beneath that coldness I saw something worse. I saw pleasure from my pain. I
saw a childlike glee for all the blood she had splattered. I saw how much she enjoyed killing me.
And then, nothing.
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