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My Ratty Luck	By : Helbling Category: Anita Blake > FemmeSlash Views: 2501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait before updating, I've had a lot of r/l stuff going on, and it isn't over yet, so if I update once a week I shall consider myself lucky. Thanks to Nanz, Marzbar and Tohru for reviewing and thank you to Lee for the recommended sites, they were extremely helpful!

A couple more cops passed me at a half run, carrying a camera and a small hard case. I presumed they were the ones that had arrived in the cop car. As for the limo, the driver had gotten out and was leaning against his door smoking, while a woman I didn’t know appeared to be getting briefed from the men. As I came closer, I got a better look at her.

She was short, wearing black jeans and black Nikes, with a royal blue scoop-neck t-shirt and a butter coloured suede jacket. The entire outfit looked a little…wrong on her, making her legs seem too short for her body, and accentuating her already curvy hips, although no one in their right mind would say she was overweight. My given impression of her was immediately that she had the mindset of a man. Let’s face it, no woman with a libido and body-consciousness dresses like that, but she also looked like someone who could pull out the stops on her appearance when she knew it would matter, when she could use it as an edge. Her mindset was that of a practical man then. Most women are so vain with their appearance they very rarely think of it in practical terms.

And when she pulled the stops out, she’d really be something. Level black brows with fierce, determined, dark chocolate eyes dominated her face. Her nose had a noble air to it, and her lips were a full, delicate rose. Her chin had a stubborn set to the angle, and dark brown hair, that couldn’t seem to decide if it was curly or just wavy, cascaded over her shoulders. She wore no make-up. Not a classical beauty, but she was still stunning. She was really short, I realised, looking Micah exactly in the eye, and Jason only a scant few inches taller than she. I, in my chair, could have kissed their belly buttons without having to bend my head very far at all. If you discounted the cops, poor Merle towered over our party like a scarecrow above a field of wheat.

I reached them just as Zerbrowski stopped speaking to her, and she nodded her head. I presumed she’d gotten all the pertinent info, as he then left in the same direction the other cops had gone. Jason stepped forward, and introduced us.

“Anita, this is Katherine Maguire, the wererats newest addition. Kat, this is Anita Blake, my Lupa, Micah’s Nimir-Ra and girlfriend of the Master of the City.” I shook the pro-offered hand, and tried to look as if I understood half of what Jason just said.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, meeting her eyes and finding it slightly uncomfortable. She had a very intense gaze.

“Likewise,” she replied. “Guys,” she said turning back to the men, “I still don’t understand what I’m needed for.”

“Transportation first,” said Micah, “we can’t move the animals and the chair in the jeep, there isn’t enough room.” She nodded her understanding. “Secondly,” he continued, “there is the problem of where Kat will stay tonight, she ah,” his eyes flicked towards me again, in particular, my chair, and he seemed almost embarrassed, “she can’t stay at the circus, the stairs…” He trailed off lamely.

Anita didn’t seem to have the same hesitation in dealing with me as the others did. “There’s no elevator,” she explained to me. I nodded, understanding why this place was no an option for me, but still not what it was.

“And Rafael’s out of town, and Bobby and Claudia are with him. Lillian can’t take her, she can’t risk it, and it wouldn’t be safe anyway.” Jason counted on his fingers as if reciting a list.

I frowned. “Would I be so much of a risk to Lillian?” Jason looked sad again.

“With Human’s First knowing who you are, you’re as good as ousted, even if you haven’t hit the papers, or been fired. And Lillian is in such a risky position as a doctor, not to mention that at the merest hint of accusation they’d be the first ones to administer a blood test to check.” He was wearing the same look of defeated resignation that had been on his face when he’d mentioned his want to become a kindergarten teacher. I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to his tone, but fortunately Anita stepped easily into the conversation gap.

“So you’re suggesting with me?” She sounded wary, but at least she wasn’t saying flat out no. Micah nodded at her.

“Until she has the means to defend herself. The room on the ground floor hasn’t been used since we had to use it for Gregory.”

She still looked wary. I couldn’t blame her, I’d be worse if we were talking about someone I’d just met with a psychotic blonde on her arse.

“How do you feel about all this?” she looked at me again, and I had to steel myself against her eyes. If her tone wasn’t so careful, I’d say the look in those eyes said she wanted very badly to kill me. Someone needed to talk to her about the aggressive tendencies she was exerting into them.

“A little like I’ve been caught in a hurricane, and more than slightly numb, but ok other than that, I guess.” She nodded, caught in thought. The men waited patiently for what she’d say, obviously accustomed to following her orders. I made a note to do the same, no reason to cause problems with those who were protecting my arse simply by showing off my independent streak.

She shook her head. “I’m uneasy with

this, isn’t there some family out of state you could stay with? The full moon isn’t for another three and a half weeks, and you shouldn’t feel any major changes for another week or so.”

Jason and Micah also brightened at this thought. “It would get you out of harms way for a while,” said Micah, “and we could arrange for safety measures in the meanwhile.”

Jason was nodding in agreement. “How about it? Go home to, England is it, for a while?”

I so hated to piss all over their parade, especially when they were well meaning, and seemed so happy with their compromise. But unfortunately there was no way I could side step this one. “Yes, it is England, but I haven’t got any family.” I said, watching their faces as they all changed to that mixture of embarrassment and sympathy when they learn of your loss. “They died,” I finished. “A couple of years back, terrorists.” My voice made the words short, sharp, as if it pained me to talk about them when it didn’t. It just pained me to see how everyone reacted when I did.

“Oh,” said Anita quietly, her eyes holding sympathy and a spark of compassion, no hint of aggressiveness now. It made her much easier to look at, I could like her when she wasn’t glaring at me, I decided. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “That’s ok.”

Jason pushed his hair back. “Yeah my sympathies,” he said, as Micah murmured the same thing. He was very deliberately staring at my foot. He met my eyes again with hesitation, and gave me an embarrassed grin. “I never know what to say in situations like this.”

I shrugged. “Neither do I, so I’m normally happy to go with the traditional stuff.” He nodded jerkily.

Anita spoke again. “What about the animals? Are they ok?”

I shrugged in response. “They seemed happy enough around you three,” I gestured at Micah and the others, “so I think they go by what I feel. So provided no one makes me jump or something, we should be fine.”

She nodded, staring at me, with the same intensity from before, but none of the confrontational stuff. “There tends to be stuff that happens at my place,” she said without preamble. “I’ve had it shot up more times than I care to count, and attacked by various parties to boot, including Humans First. If you go there, it won’t be us removing you from the firing line; just putting you where you’ve got some back up. That being said, if the shit hits the fan, I expect you to fight for us, take down as many of them as you can, save as many of ours as you can. I find you cowering in a corner somewhere, and my people are dead because of it, I’ll shoot you myself, understand?” Her gaze was no nonsense and she meant every word. I had to admire her loyalty, even if her delivery could use some work.

“I understand. And if it comes to that, we’ll help any way we can,” I said, returning her look, and indicating the animals with a sweep of my arm. She nodded, apparently satisfied with my response, then took in my cases.

“You got everything you need for your lot?”

“Erm,” I pointed at the garage. “Presuming you aren’t going to have a cat flap, I’ll need to get the litter trays. They’re also on top of a cupboard, so I’ll need help getting them down.”

Micah made a noise of disgust and wrinkled his nose. “I’ll put in a cat flap, forget the litter trays, those things stink.”

I looked at him, surprised anyone would prefer to perform a fairly major renovation on a wall rather than let me empty a tray twice a day, but if he found the smell that bad, oh well.

Anita opened the door to the limo and got in, while the driver stubbed out his cigarette and got into the driving seat. I shooed the animals in after her at Micah’s direction, and then Jason lifted me in and folded my chair.

“If you can’t get the trays down, how did you get them up there in the first place? Lucky throw?” I could tell by the way he asked it was something he didn’t want to ask for fear of offending me, but his curiosity had overwhelmed him. I smiled at him encouragingly before answering.

“Rose,” I said, summarising my disgust into one word, and making it sound like an insult. Jason snorted in amusement and closed the door.

I smiled at Anita, and got a slow one in return. The animals had made themselves comfortable at our feet for the most part, but Lucy and Murphy had taken a couple of seats. I doubted they’d stay on them once we started moving. I turned to put on my seat belt, only to discover there wasn’t one. “Crap,” I muttered.

Anita frowned at me. “What’s up?”

I gestured helplessly as I felt the engine start. “There’s no seatbelt, and very little to hold onto. It means I’m going to be-” The car pulled away, turning to the right as it did so, and I slid across the seat helplessly as Luce and Murphy struggled to stay upright, my hands clawing at the soft black leather for a handhold but finding none. The car turned left out of the driveway and I slid back to my original position as we pulled into a straight line. I sighed and looked back to Anita. “Sliding all over the place, I’ve got no way of hanging on or bracing myself.”

She looked me square in the eye for a second, before bursting into laughter. I was startled, but after a few seconds joined in. Eventually, she calmed herself down, and wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m sorry, she said, still chuckling slightly, “I’m sure it’s not just you, I’ve had a very tense night, but you looked so comical, sliding all over the place, I couldn’t help it.” She grinned at me, and shuffled over the sit beside me on the seat, pinning me between herself and the side of the door. Sitting so close next to me, I could smell her, cinnamon and the spice that can be found on good quality leather – even her scent was quite masculine. I could also feel her breasts pressed against my arm, and was slightly disturbed by it. I’ve been quite accepting of the fact I’m as attracted to women as I am men, but I’d been quite brilliant at keeping it under wraps, not to mention it’s bad manners to take pleasure from the closeness of someone if they don’t know you’re going to be liking it. But in my current situation I could hardly do anything about it. Plus, I wasn’t going to tell her if it meant she’d move away and I’d be left colliding with the walls again.

“Do you live far?” I asked in desperation. I wasn’t attracted to her, she was far too dominant for my liking, but she had very nice boobs and I didn’t need to be thinking about them.

She shook her head. “Same suburb in fact, just further out. Not as big as your place, but it’s decent.”

I nodded. “So what do you do?” I swear I actually said it like that. I sounded so like my own father for a second it brought a pain to my chest.

“I’m an animator and a vampire executioner.” My eyes widened.

“Wow, that’s quite a work load.” She nodded, looking at Patch who’d sidled over in the hope of stealing a march on her kitty friends and persuade Anita to pet her the most. She acquiesced.

“I don’t have a lot of free weekends.” She smiled at me, lifting Patch onto her lap, but then obviously regretting the action as the cat dug her claws into her jeans to stay in place, still purring and arching her back into Anita’s non-moving hand. I made a face.

“Sorry, they all do that, they’ve gotten into bad habits with me. I should’ve warned you.” She shook her head and pried Patch off and placed her firmly on the floor, petting her more to mollify her as she meowed her disappointment.

“How do you mean bad habits?”

“They ride around on my chair with me, and they dig their claws in then, but I can never feel it to reprimand them.”

“Oh,” she made a noise of comprehension. “So you can’t feel…?”

I nodded. “Anything from the waist down, the main nerves were severed.” I averted my eyes, knowing which question always came next, and wondering which excuse I’d use to sidestep it.

To my surprise she didn’t ask it. She simply nodded her head, seemingly lost in thought and I let myself drift in the comfortable silence. Barely five minutes had passed before the car turned again, and Anita softly said “We’re here.”
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