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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jean-Claude was annoyed, very annoyed. Anita had a tendency to fly off the handle and not wait for an explanation, and he was more than a bit tired of it. Rubbing his still tender nose, he realized perhaps he should be happy that she didn’t just shoot him, which was completely in her nature. He would find her and straighten this whole mess out, and then they were going to have a talk about her attitude.

Yeah, right! Like that woman would ever change. The truth was that as much as she pissed him off sometimes, he didn’t really want her any other way. She was hot headed, and bossy, and loved to cause chaos. She also made his blood boil.

Most master vampires thought he was insane for choosing such a willful human servant. They didn’t know the half of it. In many ways HE was the servant, but despite all the shit he had to endure because of her, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Before long he would find a way to convince Anita to take the fourth and final mark. Then she would be bound to him for eternity, immortal. He couldn’t risk her growing old and dying. He couldn’t lose her for any reason. Now if he could only find her!

After calling around several places, he ultimately discovered she was at Guilty Pleasures, but he wasn’t sure if she’d still be there when he finally made it through the nighttime traffic of tourists coming to see the vampire district. He had talked to Nathaniel, who like the good pet he was, was hesitant to even admit Anita was there. Then when Jean-Claude got the information out of him, he said she couldn’t come to the phone to talk to him. She was probably sulking, but he would straighten things out soon. In a way he was pleased to think she would be so jealous over him.

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Hanging up the phone, Nathaniel was freaking out. He had seen Anita going off with Spike, and he knew full well what they planned to do. Jean-Claude was going to be pissed, and he was going to be there soon.

He ran back to the office, banging on the door and yel to to get the couple’s attention, but it was no use. Either they couldn’t hear him or they were ignoring him. Then he remembered the spare office key kept behind the bar. He was in the process of frantically searching for it when Jean-Claude came strolling in through the door.

“Where is ma petite? Is she hiding? I do not see her, but I can feel she is still here.” Jean-Claude fixed the young wereleopard with an even stare.

Nathaniel shifted his feet and looked at the ground. It was impossible to lie to Jean-Claude, he could always tell, but he was sure going to try. “Sh…She left just a few minutes ago. She’s probably still outside somewhere if you hurry.”

The dark-haired vampire shook his head. Even without his supernatural abilities he would know it was not the truth. “I do not think so, petite chat, she is still here. In the office perhaps?”

A flood of panic washed over Nathaniel, but he did his best to hide it. “I’m not your ‘little cat’ and I said she was gone. S…So maybe you should look for her somewhere else,” he said, raising his chin defiantly.

Jean-Claude tried to keep the amusement off his face at this little display of bravado. The young man had come a long way from the cowering victim Anita had first taken under her wing. She should be proud and he would tell her so as soon as he found her, which would be now.

Not wasting any more ton con conversation, he brushed past Nathaniel and made his way back to the office, the wereleopard close behind, trying to distract him the whole way like a gnat buzzing in his ear. Jean-Claude ignored him, but when he reached his destination he paused outside the door.

He could hear Anita breathing heavily within. It was a sound he was quite familiar with and it made a knot of tension appear in his stomach. He shot Nathaniel a withering glare. No wonder the boy had tried so hard to deter him.

The door was locked, but it took only a moment to fish his key of hif his coat pocket. However the effort was wasted because as soon as he opened the door and looked inside, Jean-Claude unconsciously gripped the handle so hard that the metal simply crumple his his hand.

There on HIS desk was Anita and Spike. Her ankles were wrapped around his neck, and on her own neck was a vicious bite mark. If the ardeur had been riding her, he might have been able to forgive such betrayal, but he could not feel any magical energy in the room. This was simply revenge.

Closing his eyes to the sight, he tried to force some measure of calm upon himself for fear that he would kill the both of them. It was tempting, but Anita was bound to him by the marks, and for her to die would likely kill him as well. Unfortunately, blocking out the sight of them was not enough because he could still hear the wet smacking sound of that damn vampire pounding away on HIS mate!

When his eyes opened again they were like sapphire flames, dancing with his rage. His skin glowed with otherworldly energy as he dove across the room, gripping Spike by the hair and hurling him toward the wall. He didn’t stop there though. The force of Jean-Claude’s rage actually propelled Spike through the wall and out into the club.

Customers screamed as the naked vampire was launched into their midst. The music in the club immediately died, and security rushed to aid Jean-Claude in dealing with the situation, but he waved them away.

“Get up and fight, you filthy piece of offal!” Jean-Claude ground out through clenched teeth.

Spike looked up at him with an evil grin, his face shifting to his vampire visage. “Sure thing, mate. I can always go for a spot of violence.”

And then the battle was on.

Taking a moment to find what remained of her clothes and throwing them on, Anita fumbled around to locate her gun as well, just in case. It was good that she always kept it loaded with silver bullets. Contrary to myth, they worked for more than just Weres. In fact, regular bullets rarely had any effect at all on a vampire, but silver ones worked as well as any stake and you didn’t have to risk getting up close and personal with them.

As she came running out of the hole in the wall, she tried to break up the fight, but it was hopeless. At first they seemed pretty evenly matched. Both were quickly bruised and bloodied, and the crowd was getting quite a show as lightening fast blows were exchanged. The two finally ended up rolling around on the floor, Jean-Claude holding Spike in a headlock.

Just when it seemed like he might very well pull the blonde vampire’s head off completely, Spike managed to break free of his grip and roll away, springing to his feet and grabbing a nearby chair. He brought the heavy wooden object down hard on Jean-Claude’s back, smashing it to pieces in the process. Then, snatching up one of the larger shards, he reared back to strike.

Shots rang out, drowning all other sounds as Anita fired six times into Spike’s chest. The force of the impact threw him backwards and onto the floor. She stepped up, her face a flurry of fear and rage as she emptied the rest of the clip into him and fumbled around to find the spare clip that was still apparently in the office.

Normally when she killed, Anita went to a quite place, devoid of emotion, but that wasn’t the case this time. She had seen Spike about to stake Jean-Claude and something inside her just snapped. It didn’t matter how angry she had been at him, ultimately she loved Jean-Claude. No one was going to take him away from her. She just regretted that that redheaded bitch had melted her Browning, because the Firestar wasn’t quite as powerful. Then again, few creatures ever got up again after they had an entire clip of silver bullets unloaded into their chest.

She had just decided to find the spare clip and shoot him some more to be on the safe side, when Jean-Claude came up behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and taking the gun from her shaking hands. Anita turned into his embrace and began to sob. For a moment she thought she had lost him and it had scared her more than anything ever had before.

Both of them were oblivious to the vampire bleeding on the floor, convinced he was dead. That is until they heard him sputtering in an attempt to speak, blood pouring out of his mouth with the effort.

“I…I wasn’t g…going to kill him, p…pet, just s...scare him,” Spike finally managed to get out. “Ss…better this way, w…without Willow, sss no point t…to living no more.”

Jean-Claude’s heart froze at the words. He knew how crazy he had felt seeing Anita in the throes of passion with another. If he lost her he wouldn’t want to go on living either. It was clear now that Spike had been hoping for death when they fought.

Anita came to the same conclusion Jean-Claude had ausheushed into the office to call Dr. Lillian, the wererat that ran the hospital where shifters were commonly treated. It seemed unlikely that a regular hospital would be able to give Spike the care he needed, but something had to be done quickly. She didn’t regret shooting him, because she thought it was to save Jean-Claude, but knowing that he had in fact NOT been trying to kill him, she wanted to help save Spike if she could. However, the odds were not good.

Nathaniel wanted to help as well. Love made people sometimes do crazy things, especially when it wasn’t returned. Looking at the dark-haired goddess, talking on the phone with Dr. Lillian, he knew what it was like to be always on the outside looking in, to have only a taste of paradise, but to never be allowed entrance to it. Jean-Claude, Asher, Willow, Spike, Richard, Anita, even Jason were all trapped right along with him in a whirlwind of passion and despair, loving deeply but only ever making the briefest of connections. And now Spike would very likely die because of it.

Pushing his long deep-red hair out of the way, Nathaniel lowered his throat to Spike in offering, but the vampire refused, attempting to push him away. Nathaniel pulled a tablecloth from a nearby table and applied pressure to the bloody ruin that was Spike’s chest. Wiping tears from the blonde’s eyes, he bent over him to whisper in his ear. “Don’t give up, man. I KNOW Willow loves you, she’s just a little lost right now.” They were all so lost.

The Council was coming, and judging by what was happening on the news, hell was headed their way as well. And when they arrived, there would be no united front, just a mess of lonely souls.

After calling the doctor, and trying twice to call Asher, Anita gave up and sent Jason to find Willow and bring her to the private clinic to which they were taking Spike. Maybe her healing powers could help. Still, his chances were slim, especially if he didn’t try to fight.

To be continued…
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