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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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Carman watched the vampire walking slowly past the closed storefronts. He was good if he had been able to follow the magic to this part of town. The other vamps had been misled, although she had to admit she had hoped for more from the manticore. This vampire was named Asher, the Master of the City’s second in command, and one time lover.

Asher was beautiful, long legged and graceful, even in the jeans that hugged his slender hips. So the question was, confront Asher and maybe kill him or let him go? It wasn’t like his soul wasn’t already owned by the Master. She moved out of the shadows and smiled when the vampire raised a Colt magnum. He was playing Dirty Hairy with her, how cute.

Asher knew the woman stepping out of the shadows was not human or vampire or even a lycanthrope. She smelled of sulfur and brimstone and misery. So much misery that it drifted on the air like a noxious fume. His firearm would be useless against a creature like this, and he slipped it back into his shoulder holster.

“I was not expecting to find someone as powerful as you here,” he stated almost graciously and inclined his head. There were some beings you didn’t provoke, and this was one.

“You flatter me,” she said with a smile and approached him, acting almost coyly. He really was beautiful, even with the ugly scar on his face. Christians, why did they have to mar such perfection? “Are you looking for Richard?” she asked and was close enough to the vampire now that she could admire the perfection of his body.

“He is my friend, after all,” Asher replied and met her curious gaze with one of his own.

The demoness laughed. “You would fuck him just like Niley, if you could,” she taunted and met his ice blue gaze. She wanted to see if she could upset this so well composed vampire.

“Non,” Asher retorted. “I would never do to Richard what Niley is doing. I do not want to destroy my lovers.”

“Well, it won’t matter,” the demoness said and turned away. “Niley has raped both Richard’s body and mind. All that’s left to rape is his soul.”

Asher frowned. “Why Richard? Why this game?”

“Richard is not the prize, mon ami,” the demoness replied, amusing herself with her choice of words. “Anita is. Niley is going to destroy Richard because he belongs to Anita.”

“Anita is more precious to us than Richard. We would sacrifice Richard to keep Anita safe,” he informed the demoness. “It is possible now that killing the beau loup will not harm Anita or Jean-Claude.” And this was true. Jean-Claude and Anita were much more powerful now, and Anita’s link with Damian and Nathaniel certainly offered her some protection against Richard’s sudden death.

“And how would Anita feel if she knew you let her lover die?”

“Anita has many lovers. What is the loss of one?” Asher knew damn well how Anita felt about Richard and what his death would do to her, but he didn’t want the demoness to know it.

“So cold hearted?” the demoness laughed and then got serious. “The wolf is dying. If Anita doesn’t find him soon, Niley has already said he would rape him too death.” She stopped and sighed, her entire body moving with the expulsion of air.

“Perhaps you underestimate our Richard,” Asher stated and noticed that the demoness was starting to glance around. Someone was coming. “Perhaps he will save himself.”

“I really don’t care,” the demoness growled. “He’s a true believer, so his soul means nothing to my Master. The one thing that has annoyed all of you about Richard is what will save him in the end. He knows that embracing the darkness will not save him, only….” And the demoness stopped unable to finish the sentence. “Company is coming.”

Asher looked up as Requiem and the brothers arrived. Wicked, eager for a fight, drew his sword and stepped forward. “Careful,” Asher cautioned him. “She is not what she appears.”

The demoness laughed this time, a pleasant almost girlish laugh. “Asher, you flatter me. But it does not matter. Your souls already belong to my Master, and a fight between us would be pointless no matter who won.”

“Anita is a true believer also,” Asher spoke up.

“Is she?” the demoness asked doubtfully. “Hhhmmm. One would not know, would they?” She looked at Wicked and then Truth and then Requiem “All so pretty,” she mused. “All so pretty.” Moving closer to Wicked, her lips almost touching his, she asked, “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?”

“I’ve already had my entertainment for the night,” he replied sullenly.
“
I know,” the demoness purred. She turned towards Truth, and said, “But your brother hasn’t, nor has lovely Requiem. What say the rest of us find a bed and enjoy ourselves?”

“I fear it would be a costly pleasure,” Truth answered for all of them.

The demoness sighed again and said, “Oh, very well.” Turning to Asher, she said, “Do give Anita my message about Richard. Niley is going to kill him, and enjoy every minute he’s doing it.” Then without any fanfare, she vanished.

“What was that all about?” Requiem asked Asher.

“Baiting the trap,” Asher answered.

Micah drove while Anita studied the GPS unit. She and Jamil were staying in touch with each other, just in case Richard’s enforcers found him first. North was a big area, but the Thronnes Rokke clan was on the hunt tonight, and they’d be able to cover a lot of ground in just a few hours.

Nathaniel, sitting in the back seat of the jeep, could see the concern on Anita’s face, and worried for her. He and Richard did not get along most of the time, the Ulfric looking down his powerful nose at him and anyone else he thought too weak to be a threat. Anita had told him several times that it was Jean-Claude’s fault that Richard didn’t like him, but Nathaniel knew better. Richard didn’t like him because he was Richard and didn’t need an excuse to dislike anyone. Still the idea that Richard was being tortured by Niley sent a shiver up his spine. Niley was bad, very bad, and Richard would be lucky if his mind came out of this intact. Richard didn’t like men; Niley did.

Anita raised the GPS walkie talkie unit to her mouth and pressed the switch. “Jamil, are you receiving?”

“Loud and clear, come back.”

“Have you found anything? Come back.”

“Well we know where they captured him,” Jamil answered. The wolves had tracked Richard’s scent from his house through town to the river. A typical morning jog that had ended disastrously.
“
Has anyone been able to determine how many were involved?”

“We’ve only detected the scent of one human.”

“All right, keep me updated. Out.” She laid the unit in her lap and frowned. She was so going to kill Niley when she ran into him this time. No demon killing, no. She was going to blow his ass away for this. Dammit! Richard was finally starting to get his act together. He was never going to recover from this.”

Jean-Claude was sitting at his desk, lost in thought, when he felt the marks between him and Richard slide tentatively open. “Richard, mon ami?” He frowned and waited. Richard was confused and hurting and frightened. “Richard?”

“Make Anita stop.”

“Make Anita stop what, mon ami?” Jean-Claude asked urgently.

“Looking...for me.”

“Non, Richard. She will not do that.”

“I am bait.”

“Qui, this we know, but Anita does not listen.” Jean-Claude rubbed his hand over his mouth. Richard could be such an ass at times, but he never thought of himself first where Anita’s life was concerned. And he had been getting so much better, accepting his beast more, helping Anita with the ardeur, even joining them in a power boost. “Richard, we are going to find you,” he tried to assure the werewolf.

“Tired,” Richard’s thoughts breathed out to him.

“Rest then, mon ami,” Jean-Claude said. He concentrated on gentle soothing thoughts. “We will find you.”

“Not worth it,” Richard replied groggily, even as Jean-Claude’s power comforted him. “Not worth it.”

Richard’s thoughts disappeared in a haze of gray confusion. Jean-Claude took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair with his eyes on the ceiling. If there was a greater power who actually gave a damn about the ramblings and goings-on on this forsaken little rock, then He needed to do something.

The private plane landed at the air port and within a few minutes, a man stepped out with his bag in hand. Edward figured the best place to get started was at one of Jean-Claude’s hangouts. Wonder if getting a cab this late at night was going to be a problem?
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