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Warriors and Amazons
By : Nushara100
Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus
Views: 3335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: 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
C- 1 Scared.....
Anita’s POV
I was covered in chicken blood and other juices that helped me raise the dead; although lately I’ve been feeling the power come out of me and not the sacrifices. God knows what else Jean-Claude’s marks will bring upon me this time. I’d been at work for twelve hours straight. Nathaniel was going to be furious that I hadn’t eaten anything at all today. I know I’d been selfish, I even felt Damien pulling on my strength earlier but not just mine, Nathanial’s too; making us both tired as I finished my last raising and Nathaniel finished his final dance at work; both too tired to do anything else. I was sure I wouldn’t hear the end of it tonight.
The raising of Mr. Norm, who had been a restless soul for so long, was one of the easiest raisings I’d done. Now he’ll rest in peace, knowing that his widow will get the money of the inheritance and not his perverted brother. That was the reason for the raising; to prove, with Mr. Norm, who was the true heir to his company and all that belonged to him. As I finished, I gathered my things, cleaning them and packing them away while everyone was saying their goodbyes. By the time I’d finished they were all gone. I walked down through the tombstones, heading for my car. I wanted to go home to sleep between my two favorite leopards; Nathaniel and Micah.
But my mind had run away with me. I was thinking of Asher; how the light of the moon made his golden hair glimmer with light, how he would be waiting for me, leaning against the car, smoking a cigarette. But he wasn’t. He was in Mississippi, overseeing an Opera that Jean Claude had sponsored, and I’d missed him so much. Jean Claude needed someone to watch over things for a few weeks and Asher had volunteered to go. He loves the Opera and this production of Madame Butterfly was one of the best. But I’d missed him; I hadn’t wanted him to go, and I was sure that Jean Claude missed him too. I’d caught him calling Asher more than a few times a day. I do not think it was just for business.
I put the bags in the trunk of the car and climbed inside. I turned the key in the engine, turning it over ready to go when something hit my windshield; hard, shattering it into pieces all over me. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened as darkness embraced me.
When I opened my eyes it was dark. I hate small places. I was in a box, and when I lifted my hands, I felt the lid. It felt like a coffin. I panicked and. I started yelling; hammering at the walls that surrounded me with my fists. It was no good, and there was no one to listen to my screams and pleas.
As I tried to work through the panic, I remembered that I had my cell in my pocket. Someone was driving because we were moving slowly down the road. I was taking deep gulps of air to get my mind to work, to get the cell out of my pocket. The car turned onto a dirt road. It was too bumpy to be a regular street. I was in trouble.
I thought of all my guys, and in this situation, only one name sprang to mind that I should call. One person and one person alone; the fear of all monsters, Edward. Also known as Death. I pressed a key and his name came up on the screen, telling me that it was dialing. Since New Mexico, he’d given me his cell number. But haven’t called him, not even once. Now, I couldn’t help but to dial, the only person I knew that could save me. Soon the first ring fill the silence of the trunk of the car. Thank God he didn’t had a stupid answering machine. Plus was very relieved when he answered on the first ring.
"Anita?" No time for hellos, I’m sure he’ll understand.
"Edward! I'm being kidnapped!" Try as I might I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice.
"Where are you Anita?" Now that was something you didn't get to hear everyday. Edward’s voice sounded as scared as mine. Could that be possible? Maybe it was my imagination. Edward does not get scared.
"...trunk of the car..." The cell started loosing signal.
"Edward... scared... help me…” was all that Edward heard from me as the line went dead.
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