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Baser Urges	By : PersephoneCorelli Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4613 -:- 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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Nathaniel prepared the coffee as Jason and I sat at the table.
“What’s going on Anita?”
Arranging my thoughts and taking a deep breath I decide what I can say without telling them anything.
“Edward will be here shortly. I really don’t want to have to explain twice so please just wait for him to arrive and I will tell you everything I can then ok?”
“Why is Edward on his way here?”
Nathaniel asks as he sets my coffee in front of me. MMMM chocolate peppermint, my favorite.
“I need his help.”
Nathaniel kneels beside my chair and brushes his face over my leg.
“Anita, we can smell your fear. What are you so afraid of?”
Jason eyes light up with realization. “That note. What did that note say that scared you so badly?”
“Jason, please. After Edward arrives. Just sit with me. Please?”
Nodding his head he walks over to the other side of me and mimics Nathaniel. That’s how Edward finds us a half hour later. Wolf on one side. Leopard on the other.
“Interesting pets you have Anita.” He smarts with gun drawn.
“Don’t be an asshole Edward. They are my friends. I didn’t call you to have you come over and insult the people I care about.”
Edward nods and walks towards the table. Seating himself across from me he sets his Beretta against his leg.
“Let me see the note Anita.”
I push the paper across the table. He flips it open and then nods.
“Olaf’s back. I was hoping he would be smarter than to mess with you after Santa Fe.”
“What do you mean?”
I was suddenly anticipating his answer. A strange sensation to experience alongside fear. Edward smiled that I know something you don’t know smile that never ceases to piss me right off.
“Let’s just say he and I had a little chat about you before he left.”
News to me.
“Explain.”
I am starting to feel my blood boil. I start mentally counting the hours since I’d fed the ardeur fully. Shit if he keeps this up I may not have enough control. I open my link to Jean-Claude.
“Ma petite what is wrong?”
“I will explain later. Right now I need a favor from you.”
“Oui, ma petite?”
“Can you feed my ardeur? I have an associate here and it would be very embarrassing for me to lose control right now. And I don’t mean sexually.”
“Is Monsieur Death there with you now?
” “How do you know?”
“Who else could annoy you to the point of blood lust ma petite?”
Good question. No other answer. I hate when he’s right. “Alright, will you?”
“I will do my best. Adieu.” I close the link and give Edward my full attention.
He’s staring at me and I feel my face flush with color as I realize he knew I wasn’t paying attention.
“Umm, well, so what did you and ol’ Olaf talk about behind my back in Santa Fe?”
He leans back in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest and smirks, he just knows that his next statement is going to piss me off.
“I told him to stay away from you. Or else.”
“What?!”
I feel myself getting angrier and I’m glad. I’ve always liked being angry rather than embarrassed. Anger is something that I can deal with. Anger is my chose. Dammit Jean-Claude and Asher. Thing I meant thing. Apparently I am picking up their habit of speaking French when irritated. Like I needed something else to deal with tonight. At least I haven’t done it out loud. Back to Edward.
“I pulled Olaf aside when I saw him eyeing you. I knew you were the perfect vision of victim for him and couldn’t just let him walk away after the case was over and not give him an ultimatum.”
Ok, breathe in and out. Slowly, slowly. Ok. Not helping, maybe if I count to ten. Not even going to try.
I bite out, “I am not a pawn for any of your sick games Edward.”
He smiles. The bastard actually smiles. I see red and draw my Brunissement. Damn, now is not the time for French thinking.
“Put the gun down, Anita.”
“Fuck you, Edward. I so didn’t ask for this. You brought me into your shit, now help me fix it.”
“Fine, I’ll explain when we’re alone. This is between you and me.”
“I’ll give you that, Edward, but only because I want answers.”
Jason and Nathaniel stand as I do, not understanding that they can’t protect me from Edward if he had wanted to hurt me. I pull them out of the kitchen towards the front door, “Jason, I need you and Nathaniel to please not argue and allow me to take you to the Circus tonight. I promise to explain as soon as I can.”
Obviously unhappy with the idea, and never able to keep his mouth shut, Jason asks, “Who’s Olaf?”
“I don’t have time to explain right now but I will later. I promise. Just, please?”
Jason nods his head and reaches for Nathaniel. Nathaniel pulls away from Jason and looks at me with sad eyes.
“I don’t want to leave you Anita. I want to stay here.”
I give him a reassuring smile. “It’s only temporary. I don’t really want you to leave either but, Edward and I have things to discuss and need to be alone. Please go, for me.”
Nathaniel hugs me tight to him. “Alright, for you.”
“Everyone in the car.”
I turn toward Edward leaning against the door jam with my car keys in his hand. I reach down and feel my pockets. Damn, how does he do it? I nod, “Come on boys, it’s going to be a long drive.”
Jason and Nathaniel walk ahead of Edward and I. “I don’t want them hurt. I won’t let anyone use them to get to me.”
Edward looks down at me. “We’ll discuss that when we get back.” I look him in the eyes.
“You have a plan don’t you?”
Edward shrugs, “You’ll see when we return.” We spent the car ride in silence. What’s the point of speaking when the other person’s just going to say later?
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