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Goddess of Death	By : Taibhse Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 3929 -:- 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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Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake and co. That is own by Laurell K. Hamilton. I do not own the Mediator series that is own by Jenny Carroll a.k.a Meg Cabot. I am not making money off of this. God this gets old.

“What’s a Mediator? I have never heard of them.” Anita asked confused.
“Shit. That’s just a myth though.” Asher exclaimed.
“I wish it were.” Val said softly.
“The council can not found out about this. We have too many problems that they wish to inquire about we do not need them to find out about this. In the long run, Val is right we should keep this a secret.” Jean-Claude said gravelly getting up to go sit at his desk.
“What the Hell is going on? What do you guys know that I don’t!?” Anita said vehemently.
“Val, how do you know what a mediator is, and could you please tell us why you think you are one?” Jean-Claude asked kindly.
“Well, the fortune-teller told me.” Val told them taking off her sunglasses and cleaning them. This appears to be a sign of nervousness. She put them back on after everyone got a glimpse of large almond-shape eyes with iris of the purest blood red.
“Fortune-teller?” Asher asked blinking at the sight of her eyes.
“Yup, horrible fortune-teller too in my opinion. My friend Anna at my old school got her fortune told at this carnival we were at two years ago, after she was done she came out of the tent telling me this old gypsy lady was amazing and I just had to go in there and get my future. I usually don’t like that shit. I believe there is a destiny for everyone, yes, but I also believe you can change that destiny if you wish too. I cave though, and I go in and sit down. She took one look at me and says, “You can speak to the dead.” To say I was surprise was to say the least. Now I’ve more then known I can do this since I was child, it was one of my first memories. How the hell did that old bat knew is beyond me. So I asked a stupid question. “What?” She all its “your life duty to help those restless spirits on this plane so they can go to the one beyond.” I go all “Bullshit, sure I will help those who ask for it, the the majority seem to hate the livinnd snd since they can actually touch me I seem to be a target for there anger.” So starts getting all “Yes, the spirits are jealous of the living, so some will try to harm you its your duty to make sure you can get them to the next land.” Who the hell did she think she was? “
Jean-Claude and Asher looked amuse when she ceased her rambling while Anita looked like a fish out of water.
“What? You can touch the spirits? That’s not possible they don’t even have a true form.” Anita exclaimed coming out of her shock.
“Of course they do. Oh wait you’re a necromancer so you can’t see there true form. Look, most people can only see one if any ghost in there lifetime, they usually have to be close to that person though. A mediator can see all ghosts; they can also have physical contact with them, touch like an actual person and all. That’s why its my job so freaking difficult. For example a priest that has been dead for a half of century won’t like to think he’s dead and he hates the living. So he sticks around his Cathedral wrecking havoc for twenty years, they do have certain abilities they just learn after awhile. So I go in after I find reports of a handful of accidental deaths, broken mirrors, and fallen crucifixes. I talk to the guy trying to figure out why the hell is he still on the plane of the living. Nearly crushes me when he throws a pew at me. That shit pissed me off. So yes, I have anger problems. But, I do not want Anna eulogy about how her friend was taking away from her by a pew. Thauld uld be embarrassing. So I might have gotten a little kung fu on his ass but hey can you blame. Eventually after I pounded his face into the concrete a little bit he confesses that a priest when he was alive murder him, that same priest is now the cardinal. So after about a week we get enough clues to, that guy was hellava messy too, to prove him guilty of the crimes. I go to the police tell them what happen, well left out the dead guy talking to me part, that would be a bad thing. Cardinal goes to jail for life in a federal penitentiary, and dead priest moves on to the shadowlands.”
Suddenly something clicks. “You’re the girl the police wouldn’t give an identity to the press, the one that solved the 50 year old St. Michael’s murder.” Anita said surprised.
“Yeah, I was surprised too. The police usually aren’t that good to keep secrets.”
“I almost can’t believe this we are standing in the presence of a goddess.” Asher said dryly.
“What are you talking about?” Anita asked.
“Some goddess I am all contain to a wheelchair and what-not.” Val said smartly.
“Anita, mediator’s are mostly women, in ancient Phoenician times they would worshiped as death goddesses. They said some of the more powerful ones could walk in the land of the dead.” Asher explained, “They are so rare though, I never thought I would meet one.”
“That was a horrible experience, so not my fault though.” The other three looked at her in confusion, ”Going to the shadowlands.”
Jean-Claude’s eyes widen, “You have been to the land of the dead.”
“Yeah, I might have accidentally exorcised myself. So not my fault though. My protection circle was broken by outside forces and there I go.” She made a gesture with her hand and looked at there shocked expressions,” See this is why we are not telling Jason quite yet.”
“So the attack on you, was this by the dead?” Anita asked.
“Yeah right, an army of dead, I don’t think so. This was from the football team at the boys school. I’m not exactly loved alright. Anna is my only friend and even that is pretty iffy at times. People don’t like me because most people sense I’m different and they fear the difference so they hate me. So I basically have to deal every now and then with some jerk off with a bad attitude. This was an organize attack though, apparently there species is getting more intelligent, we must stop them before it too late.”
“Ri-ght. “ Anita said.
They were interrupted when Jason came back from his performance. Val told him she was tired, not wanting him to asked about the tension in the room and what happen while he was gone. Jean-Claude took up his cue and told them to go back to the Circus and get some rest. They left and Val would get a taste of living with the creatures of the night when she woke up. Literally.

A/N: So sorry I haven’t updated sooner, my computer was being stupid for over a week. The next chapter should be when stuff gets good. Now to clarify. Val is my original character. In the mediator series, its about another girl, and no they will not cross paths. I basically created Val so she would mesh well with Asher and Nathaniel. Fun huh. Some of the history lesson I just gave was from the book, like the fortune-teller and exorcism of thy self, and what mediators are and what they can do. The rest Goddess of death, St. Michael murder, and the jocks is all made up. Oh and dearest reviewer, The Mediator series are YA books, they are some of my favorites. They were created by Jenny Carroll also know as Meg Cabot. Just search it on google it, some should come up if your interested. I shall try to update soon.
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