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Rave	By : AriannaHawk Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 2703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rave
Rated: NC-17
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Summary: AU. Anita and Jean-Claude have a fight, and Anita leaves town to try and sort herself out. Richard and Jean-Claude get over their anger at her and start worry, especially when they sense some of her feelings through their bond.
A/N: Set after The Killing Dance. I know that the books are only from Anita’s perspective, but certain parts I made third-person, none of which are when Anita is present. I thought it might be helpful so that you know what’s going on with Jean-Claude and Richard when she’s not there. No, nothing like that. Yeah, we both know you were thinking it.
Warnings: Some sexy shit later on, and strong language.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Jean-Claude and I had had an argument that got pretty heated. He was so pissed, just like Richard. I’d left before things could get bloody. Now I was in the process of packing what I’d need for a nice vacation. Maybe a permanent one. I got all of my clothing and weapons, as well as anything I absolutely had to have. That included Sigmund. Jean-Claude and Richard were pissed off at me, not speaking to me, rendering our triumvirate nearly useless, except for communication purposes, and reading each other’s thoughts and feelings. Sigmund was never angry with me. He was a stuffed toy penguin.
I could feel something just as I was putting everything in the car. Jean-Claude must have contacted Richard about our fight immediately, and the werewolf had come promptly to the vampire’s home; if they weren’t together, the power would have been weaker. Fuck them both. Wolf king and master vamp, they deserved each other. Too bad they weren’t homosexual. Then at least Richard wouldn’t be mad at me. He wouldn’t have a reason to be. I sighed as I realized they were probably getting a vague idea of everything I was thinking about. I screamed “Fuck you” in my mind as loudly as possible and sent them a big package of what I was feeling. Numb, angry, numb, heartbroken, numb, alone, oh, and did I mention numb? After I was pretty sure they’d gotten my gift, I blocked them off. I could only block them for several hours at a time, but it would be enough. I was pretty damn mixed up emotionally and mentally right then, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I drove into town. It was only ten, and a Saturday, so most of the stores would still be open. I bought a cell phone. I called my father to tell him I was going out of town, so he could reach me at that number. I made myself sound as pleasant as possible so he’d really think I was just leaving St. Louis for a business trip or something. He believed me. I left messages on Catherine and Ronnie’s machines, telling them I needed a break and was taking that vacation they’d been urging me to take. I left the cell phone number. They’d believe that. I beeped Dolph and he called back promptly.
“This number was on my beeper,” he said gruffly.
“Easy, Dolph, it’s just me. I called to tell you that I’m going on vacation for a while. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. The number is my cell number. I just bought one.”
He was silent for a moment. I concentrated on driving to a gas station outside of town. My Jeep needed gas, and I knew no one would recognize me there.
“Are you all right, Anita?” he asked at last.
“I’ve been better, to be honest,” I said, knowing he was my friend and I could count on him, unless I was on the wrong side of the law. He was a cop first.
“You’re not hurt or in trouble, right?” he asked anxiously.
I’d never heard him anxious before. “No, I’m not in trouble, and I’m not physically hurt. I just need some time to sort myself out.”
He paused again. “The Master of the City going with you?” he asked, disapproval evident.
“No. He’s kind of mad at me, and I’m just as pissed at him.”
“All right, Anita. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Any idea where you’re gonna go?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe Ohio or Michigan. It’s April, so it must be beautiful around there.”
“Okay. Take care, though. And remember not to drive and talk on the cell at the same time.”
“I’ll remember,” I replied. “I’ll call you when I get back in town, too. Just so you know you can call me out to any crime scenes that pop up,” I added, half joking and half serious.
I could almost hear him smile. “Okay. Good-bye.”
“Bye,” I answered, surprised.
We both hung up. Dolph never says good-bye. It was really out of character. But then, me leaving was out of character. I never took vacations. That reminded me and I called Craig, the Animators, Inc. nighttime secretary.
“Is Bert in?”
“No, Anita, he left just a few minutes ago. He’s been working later for some reason.”
I grunted. “More clients, more money.”
He laughed. “Ain’t it the truth. I can write down a message for him though.”
I told him to write down my cell number and that I had left town for a while. I didn’t have any appointments right now, amazingly enough, so it wouldn’t bother him too much. Craig got the message and we said bye. I pumped gas in my Jeep and went to pay for it. The kid behind the counter had green hair. And lots of piercings and tattoos. He was nice enough, though. I got back in my Jeep and got out a card from my jacket. All it had on it was a number. I dialed it and got the machine.
“Hey, Edward, it’s Anita, can you call me back? It’s not about monsters. Thanks.”
I left my cell number. I was getting pretty good at that. I knew he wouldn’t want to call me back since there was no killing involved, but I hoped he would. He wasn’t the best friend I had, but I could talk to Edward for some strange reason. He just knew some things, and he wasn’t afraid to say any of them. He didn’t let me down, though; he called back in seconds.
“Hey, Anita, it’s Edward.” He hesitated. “You sound like crap, that’s why I bothered, in case you thought I wouldn’t call back for no kill.”
I smiled. I could depend on Edward not to comfort me. “Thanks, I feel like crap too. Could you meet me someplace? I’m taking a much-needed vacation, and I thought it’d be good for you to take a break too. I mean, I know you enjoy killing, but you gotta admit it’s stressful.”
I hadn’t expected him to agree with me. “Yeah, it is. Where should I meet you?”
“Um…how about that McDonald’s off the expressway? It’ll be inconspicuous and we can grab a bite before we hit the road.”
“Good idea. Where are we headed?”
“Michigan or Ohio.”
“I’ve been to Ohio before, but not Michigan.”
“Me either. Michigan it is then. I’ll meet you in half an hour. I’ll be alone, don’t worry. Fur-face and Fangface are pissed at me right now, and quite frankly the feeling’s mutual.”
He liked the sound of that. Me pissed usually means me killing. He knew it wasn’t so this time; if I killed them, I’d die too. But all the same, he liked me be ang angry. He knew me better that way.
“All right. I’ll take a cab so we don’t have to worry about cars. How long is this vacation going to be?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll bring lots of cash and toys then.”
I grinned in spite of myself. Toys was always fun. “All right. Bye for now.”
We hung up and I drove to the McDonald’s, glad the cell phone had unlimited weekend minutes. It was proving useful already. Not as useful as the Browning under my jacket though.

Richard and Jean-Claude jumped when Anita screamed “Fuck you” at them. Clearly she was just as angry as they were. Then she sent something else to them; some of her current feelings. They picked out a feeling of isolation and aloneness, and a bigger amount of anger, heartbreak, and the most prevalent was numbness. They exchanged a glance. She’d cut them off after that. She was powerful enough to block them off for several hours.
“What do you think she’ll do?” the werewolf wondered.
Jean-Claude shook his head. “I’m not sure. With ma petite, many things could happen. In her current mind she she could go on a killing spree, or she could drive off a cliff, or she might do nothing.”
Richard nodded. “That’s what I was thinking too. So what should we do?”
“I think that our first object should be her apartment. She may have stayed put. If she did not, we will look for clues.”
They got into Richard’s car and drove to her apartment building. They glided, nearly ran, up to her apartment. Jean-Claude knocked. Richard checked his watch. It was just after ten.
“Shit,” he whispered.
There was no answer. Richard impatiently pounded on the door.
“Anita, open the damn door,” he shouted.
No answer. Jean-Claude inserted a lock-pick and soon had the door open. He wasn’t the best at it, but it was one of his few hobbies that was often useful. It was dark in the apartment. Richard scented the air.
“She isn’t here.”
The fish had enough food in their automatic feeding container to last them several months. Her clothes and weapons were gone. They locked the door back up and ran out to the parking lot. Her Jeep was missing.
“Now what?” Richard growled.
“She left no ideas in her apartment as to her destination, but she appears to have planned on being away a long time.” The vampire looked thoughtful. “I have never heard her say anything about places she would like to visit.”
“I can smell her oil trail, even in the car,” the other man offered helpfully.
“You may follow her. I must get a better arrangement so that my coffin will be transported with me. You will have to call periodically so that I know where to follow you.”
They nodded in understanding. They both had car phones. Jean-Claude had one because he was, well, Jean-Claude, and he had everything he wanted. Richard had one because Anita had bought him one. They went their separate ways. Their anger had melted away somewhere along the line. They weren’t sure why. She hadn’t said or done anything to garner more or less. Still, they couldn’t be angry with her anymore. They just wanted to find her. Richard got behind the wheel and set about doing just that.

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