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Silver Chains	By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > General Views: 3137 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Silver Chains
- 2-A plan is born
- 3-Strategies
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-a new threat
- 6-chpter 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-chp8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-chp 10
- 11-11
- 12-chapter 12
- 13-13
- 14-chp 14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-final chapter
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The creature sitting at the back of Guilty Pleasures in the body he borrowed from the woman in the Kroger’s parking lot was beginning to get bored. The twins on the stage were whipping the women into frenzy, but that was nothing special. That’s what men at strip clubs did, and everyone knew that Jean Claude the owner was an incubus who fed on female lust. Well, everyone in hell anyway.

Jean Claude, a superb showman, appeared from the back with his second in command, Asher beside him. He held out his hands and bowed to the adoring women. Anita was nowhere to be seen, but the imp was certain she was around somewhere. He could almost feel her. Jean Claude went to the bar and hopped over the counter to serve the women drinks. Asher stayed on the floor side but moved to the end of the counter out of the way of the stampeding herd of females.

Nothing unusual about that, nor the fact that Requiem was gliding effortlessly across the floor towards him. Dressed in 21st century clothes if one overlooked the long cloak or thigh high riding boots, Requiem stripped at the club and many of the women knew him; some intimately. They called his name and he smiled, even touching hands as he passed. All perfectly normal.

He and Asher spoke for a few minutes at the end of the bar, their faces reflecting nothing but pleasantness. Requiem then inclined his head and stepped on to the stage to disappear behind the curtains. Nothing unusual.

But it was unusual to see Wicked Truth on the floor even between acts. The brothers, one blond, one brunette were among the fiercest vampire warriors in all recorded history. Their faces betrayed nothing, except maybe some interest in the women, at least on Wicked’s part. They were not strippers, but that did not mean they didn’t feast on the leftovers. Truth spoke to Asher while Wicked leaned his elbows against the bar and looked out over the crowd. He might have been looking for some post show entertainment for all the way he acted.

A few minutes later they stepped on to the stage and disappeared behind the curtains. So Jean Claude was sending his chief vampires out to look for Richard. Niley would need to know this. Asher, acting all so casual, slipped through the crowd and out the main door. All so very casual.
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Helen White woke up screaming. The last thing she remembered was putting her groceries in the back of her minivan, but this was not the parking lot at Kroger’s. A man who looked half Asian, half Anglo appeared beside her and asked her if she was all right, if she needed a doctor. Basically what the fuck was wrong?

Jean Claude moved Graham aside and used his gift of calming to sooth the woman into silence. Waiting to ask her any questions, he led her back to his office and then listened to her explain all she knew and could remember. She then asked if she could use his phone, that her husband was probably worried about her.

No doubt a case of remorse, except Jean Claude could smell the remains of the imp on her, just as Anita could. But how do you tell a woman that she had been temporarily demon possessed. Only this was more an imp than a real demon.

But it did mean that Niley had spies; spies who knew Asher, Requiem and Wicked Truth were now outside looking for Richard.
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Niley smiled. Richard was beautiful chained on his back with all that lovely maleness just a touch away. Strapped down on the bed in even more silver, the werewolf king was bloody now from fighting. He had bitten his lip all the way through to keep from screaming the last time Niley took him. Beautiful, beautiful Richard. Niley wanted to eat him alive, to taste all that hot meat in his mouth….the way Jean Claude no doubt did.

But first he needed to do something for the vampires. He would be remiss if he didn’t let them know just who they were dealing with NOW. Perhaps if he managed it right, he might even be able to capture one of them.
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Wicked Truth walked through the silent industrial park after following the magic trail for as long as they could. Although equals now as warriors, in another life it had not been that way. Truth had actually once studied for the priesthood in Constantinople. Celibacy was not a requirement, had not been a requirement among the Byzantines. He remembered praying to God before anything dangerous, but God did not hear his prayers anymore, if he ever did.

Truth on the other hand had been a warrior in Basil the Great’s army. He had been a part of the great ride from Constantinople to Syria, but those days, the days of great rides, were over. There was no honor in the 21st century except what a man, a vampire, carried close to his own breast.

Passing under a security light in an empty parking lot, they tried to ‘feel’ the wolf’s presence. Asher had given them his ‘scent’ at the Guilty Pleasures, and they were searching for it now. But what they suddenly smelled stopped them in their tracks.

“Sulphur?” Wicked asked curiously.

“Hell is paying us a visit,” Truth answered with a wistful smile. He pointed in a direction that would have Wicked coming up under whatever it was while he approached the ‘scent’ head on.

Wicked didn’t let many things upset him, but he was not expecting to see a very large manicore waiting for him when he entered the delivery area of a building. The thing leaped the moment it saw him, and this was the kind of creature cold steel just didn’t phase at all. It wrestled Wicked to the ground and sank its claws deep into his flesh, its human face with its mouth full of sharp teeth roaring in his face. The thing was about to rip his throat open when Truth’s blade bit into its back. The creature screamed and spun around, releasing Wicked, who crawled to his feet and moved out of its way. The pain was exquisite, but he was used to shoving such things aside and drove his blade back at the creature from hell. Once he and Truth got their rhythm going, tapped into each others’ thoughts, they were almost impossible to stop.

The dragon tail of the manicore lashed at the brothers and slapped Truth aside. It flung him far enough that if he had been mortal it would done some serious damage. A weapon suddenly sounded, the manicore reacting as if it had been hit by something terrible. It howled in pain and hissed in rage. Wicked looked up as Asher, a pistol loaded with silver bullets, arrived and fired point blank into the screaming monster, its howls rolling and echoing all around them.

Silver! Of course! Wicked drew his silver dagger and slashed at the monster. It roared and hooked those wicked claws at him again. Asher fired again. With Wicked’s dagger buried in his body and silver bullets lodging deep, the demon creature was suffering. Truth returned and slashed at the thing with his own silver dagger. Blood flowed hot.

The manicore gave a terrible death rattle, and then it vanished. Hell had reclaimed its creation.
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