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Who are you?	By : adoniskontos Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 1499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Who are you?
- 2-Chapter Two
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Sleepovers. They were supposed to be about sitting around in a disgustingly girly room with lots of pillows and popcorn all over the place. They were supposed to be about talking with your girlfriends about anything and everything, ranging from guys to…well…guys and just about anything else their nail polish soaked brains could think up. They were not supposed to be about sitting around talking about a book that consisted of: violence, sex…and violence. Yeah I think that covers it. But hey, we can’t all be perfect can we?

Okay, okay, so there was some popcorn…but not a lot. Who knew a couple of teenage girls could eat so much? Sigh. Fine, fine, you’ve tortured it outta me…so there was a little guy talk…okay A LOT of guy talk. Sue me. Can’t really blame me though. Jean-Claude is so…okay off topic.

“Come on, you have to admit that Edward and Anita would make a great couple” this from the blonde sitting directly across from me. She sat with her legs crossed, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She had a large, half empty bowl of caramel popcorn in her lap. Occasionally she would glance down, pick a piece and pop it into her mouth. Her fingers and mouth were covered with half melted caramel…she didn’t look like she cared. I give her a long suffering look and sigh. “Again, I will only admit to that if she can keep everyone else. If Jean-Claude dies, I will burn the books.” I say in a complete dead pan. She rewards me with a laugh before promptly digging back into the popcorn.

I glance at the clock, its red letters flashing 3:31 at me. Wow. We had stayed up for the better part of the night and well into the morning. Okay, not the first time but still. Of course the last time that happened she wasn’t all the way awake and I was busy writing sappy poems. We won’t even mention some of the stories that came out of 3:30 in the morning. This time around we were hyped up on sugar and were bouncing off of every available surface. Who would have thought that ten bags of caramel popcorn held so much sugar? Okay, so it was more like 15 bags…but who’s counting?

I try to go back to the book in my hands but just thought of it being 3:30 made my eyelids heavy. I mark my place and set the book on the bedside table. I don’t bother trying to take the bowl of popcorn from Erika…I’d like to keep my hands for future use thank you. “I’m gonna get to sleep,” I announce. She spares me a glance before going back to her popcorn. Right this moment, the sugar seemed more important than any amount of sleep. I would have liked to argue but like I said…I’d like to keep the use of at least the major parts of my body. I pull the Harry Potter comforter up around my shoulders as I settle into the uncomfortable mattress. The bed was 60 years old, leave it alone. The second my head hit the pillow sleep crashed into me faster than I could mumble a tired goodnight.

~*~

Sleep was good. Sleep with a vampire was better. Okay so sex with a vampire was the best but since they’re dead to the world at the moment just sleep would do. Okay. Sleep. Yeah. Easier said than done. I’ve got a sexy vampire to my left, and let’s see, a sexy vampire to my right. Of course them being dead didn’t take away their appeal, but still. I reach beneath my pillow to reassure myself that the browning high power was there and that the safety was on. Wouldn’t do any of us any good to accidentally blow our brains over the pillows because I forgot to put the safety on.

I could feel the sun setting as I lay my head among the gold and ebony curls of my undead lovers. I could feel their souls, for lack of a better word, hovering close…waiting for that last moment before true darkness. It was the gentle brush of their skin tingling energy that carried me off into the world of dreams.

~*~

Darkness. Complete and unwavering. Not even the slightest glow to allow my eyes to adjust. Wait. My room is never this dark. Are my eyes even open? Yes, so why couldn’t I see a thing? Something next to me stirred. Erika! I turn onto my side and grab where I assume is the shoulder of my best friend and shake it lightly. “Erika? You awake?” The shoulder beneath my hand tenses and I draw the hand back. “Erika?” I hear the rustle of sheets and the bed moves. I receive no answer. I try again. “Erika?” A light switch somewhere was hit and I was blinded instantly. “What have you done with Anita?” The voice sounded outraged…and soooo not like Erika’s. For one…it was male. I cracked one eye open and shut it again. Still too bright to see. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say to the phantom voice, “ where is Erika?” I try cracking one eye open again and the light doesn’t hurt quite as bad. Great, but I still can’t see a damn thing. I feel the bed move and I suddenly have the feeling that I am all alone in a sea of silk sheets. Wait, did I just say silk? My bed does not have silk sheets. I know I’m panicking now, because I didn’t wake up where I had gone to sleep…I was sooo not home anymore.

“Where am I?” I say softly, hoping that the people I couldn’t see wouldn’t hurt me. My vision is coming back to me slowly but in spots with tiny fairy lights dancing before my eyes. Why was I so sensitive? Someone murmurs something and a warm hand touches my shoulder. I jump clear out of my skin and roll sideways away from the hand. The shot of adrenaline to my system blasted away the remaining spots and I was left staring into a pair of baby blues. I swallowed audibly, frozen to the spot like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming Mack truck. I realized I wasn’t breathing and immediately remedied that. It really wouldn’t do to pass out right this moment.

Soft baby fine blonde hair surrounded a smooth face, a face too old to be any of my friends and too young to be any of the adults…and since when did I know anyone as hot as the figure sitting up in the bed next to me? He grins at me and I flinch. Doesn’t make sense, I mean he was just smiling at me, but it was so unexpected that I made an involuntary sound of protest. It came out, as it so often did, as a soft undignified squeak. He looked puzzled for a whole two seconds before scooting closer and laying his head down next to mine.

“You’re under the Circus. Where else would you be?” he said softly. Those soft baby blues were nothing but pleasant, but his voice seemed strained somehow. I only had to wait a second to find out why.

“Where is Anita?” he asked, all cheerful expressions gone, leaving his face cold and distant. I shrink away and realize that there is a hand on my wrist, his hand. I shake my head as fear chokes me, tears swimming into my eyes. I didn’t know who Anita was and I didn’t know why I was here…I just wanted to be home, curled up next to my best friend in a deep sleep where I could dream undisturbed.

He looks annoyed as he turns his head to glance at something behind him. “She’s too scared to answer me.” he said. There is a soft murmur and someone steps closer to the bed. “Then calm her down, mon ami, we must know what she has done with ma petite.”

I freeze, my brain going numb for a moment. Where had I heard that? Part of me was saying it was irrelevant, but another part of me was screaming that if I could just remember I could make things better. But I was so scared I couldn’t think.

The blonde turned back to me, his eyes still held anger, but his voice was gentle. “I will not hurt you if you tell me where Anita is. Anita Blake.”

The pieces fell together in a mind blowing blast that left me breathless. I sit up in a hurry, ignoring the hand on my wrist. My eyes fly to the man standing not too far from the bed. His hair was long, almost to his waist, curly and as black as the sheets I lay in. He stared at me with eyes the color of midnight skies, out of a face too beautiful for words.

“Jean-Claude..” I breath. He looks as if I had slapped him, his whole form shooting tense as he steps away from me. The look on his face said it all. I had surprised him. He seems to steady himself before straitening up and squaring his shoulders. “How is it you know my name and yet you cannot seem to tell me why you are here and what you have done with Anita?” his voice held anger like a cup brimming over with scolding liquid, no matter how careful you were you still got burned.

I swallowed audibly and shrank back in to the bed. I chanced a look at the blonde next to me and met his eyes. They were still cold and distant…but I knew who I was talking with now. “Jason.” it was whispered but his eyes widened a touch and his hand jerked away as if I burned. “How do you know my name?” he asked, “I’ve never met you in my life.” again there was that sense of his voice being strained…like he was fighting as hard as he possibly could not to yell or scream. I knew how he felt.

“I-I read it in a book..” I stammer. Great, tell them that they’re fictional characters that you read about in a book series. He looks disbelieving and I feel my heart slam into my chest. How was I going to explain that one? I move away from him until I can feel the edge of the bed right behind me. I am too scared to get off of the bed…but I was also too scared to stay on it with an angry werewolf laying so close to me. Either the werewolf in front of me or the vampire behind me…choices. I didn’t like any of them.

“Look…” I hesitate, my eyes darting to the side. I finally realize that Jason and Jean-Claude are not the only ones in the room. A man with long gold hair stood behind Jason. One side of his face was scarred, leaving his eye and mouth untouched…but the rest was a mess. It could only be Asher. He really was beautiful…props to Anita. My eyes slide to his left and another man is standing there, his eyes a soft lilac and his hair impossibly long and auburn. Nathaniel. He was breathtaking as well. I swallow and continue. “I honestly don’t know how I got here. I went to sleep reading my book and the next thing I know I wake up in a bed next to you guys…” I stop, tears choking my voice into silence. If this was a dream, I prayed I would wake up soon…or I would just die of terror.

Someone made a soft sound of distrust and it sounded like Asher. I look up at him, meeting those husky blue colored eyes. I had a moment of fear that he would try to capture me with his gaze but as I stared they were just eyes…no metaphysical crap, no falling under…just beautiful eyes. He looks puzzled and a slight touch on my arm brings my gaze back to the werewolf in front of me. “She’s telling the truth isn’t she?” he asked softly.

“I am afraid that she is, mon ami.” Jean-Claude said quietly. See, they believe me. Here’s to hoping that was a good thing.

I didn’t see so much as hear movement in the room to my right as someone moved closer to the bed. I move away from Jason, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm until they rested on the bed just like the rest of them. I was so close to the edge now a hard thought would send me toppling over the side and onto the floor. I glance around, my eyes settling on Nathaniel. He looked angry, outraged, and all that anger was directed at me. What had I done? I had never met Anita, never and now I was being accused of kidnapping her. A bit of logic creeps into my thoughts and the words come spilling out of my mouth before I can hinder them.

“Uh guys, I hate to be the one to point this out…but if I had taken Anita or someone else had, do you really think I would have stayed in the bed next to you where you guys could have ripped my throat out the instant you woke up?” Nathaniel’s eyes stayed angry and the look was starting to scare me. It said that there were other reasons I could have been sleeping in the bed. For some reason I just didn’t like that look on Nathaniel’s face. Someone said, “You’re even wearing the nightgown she went to bed in.” I look down to examine myself and an involuntary gasp escapes. I was wearing a small black silk nightgown that didn’t cover nearly as much as it showed and suddenly I felt naked. Not good when your in a room filled with vampires and lycanthropes that would like nothing better than to eat your throat out.

I look back up and two things happen at once. Jason reaches for me, his eyes holding confusion more so than anger, but something in the way he moved scared me and I tried to move away and ended up toppling over the side of the bed, hands clinging to the silk sheets. Someone shouts and I am suddenly fighting my way out of the tangle of sheets to scramble across the floor but I am not on the floor and that puzzles me. With the sheets over my head I can’t see a damn thing but I knew one thing was certain, I wasn’t on the floor or on the bed. That left only one more option. Someone pulls the sheet from my face and I am staring into deep midnight blue eyes from inches away.

I stay frozen, afraid to move, afraid to think…afraid to breath. It was as if everything in that moment in time froze with me and there was nothing but the velvety darkness of those deep blue eyes and I was falling. Falling into an abyss that I couldn’t find my way out of. Someone was yelling but I couldn’t figure out who…I couldn’t figure out anything in this peaceful abyss and it lulled me into a cocoon of comfort until I was floating on a bed of warm air.

Soft curls brushed my face and I open my eyes. When I had closed them I don’t know but the soft scent that filled me had me staring at the person laying next to me. Brown eyes so dark they looked black stared back at me in silent wonderment. “You must be Tyanne.” the person whispered, “they think I kidnapped you.” it was a female voice and the pale, pale face was surrounded by true black curls.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too Anita.” My voice sounded thick and sleepy, like all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. We were already laying close enough so that our legs brushed as she moved closer, pushing my own chocolate brown waves out of my eyes as she spoke. “Something very strange is going on here…I’ve lost my power over the dead and I can’t seem to call upon the marks between Richard, Jean-Claude and myself.” she spoke as if she knew I would understand her. Funny, because I did. “Do you think I gained them?” I ask softly. She smiles and nods. She is acting so out of character…she’s acting like me. “Just tell Jean-Claude that I’m okay and that I’m trying to figure this out…your mom is being very understanding now that she knows who I am…” I laugh softly and nod only to have the movement send my body careening out of control and I am falling again, Anita’s face blurring and melting into the shadows. I fall back into the huge abyss, a darkness so complete that I can’t see a thing until I hit something solid.

Darkness is wiped clean from my eyes and I find that I am still staring into those true blue eyes from so close. He blinks slowly and a look of confusion surrounds his eyes before his features go pleasantly blank. “You were talking with ma petite,” he made it a statement, not a question but I answered anyway. “Yeah…she said to tell you that she is okay and that she is-” he cut me off filling the rest in, “trying to figure this out and that your mother is being very understanding now that she knows who she is.” I know I look confused but he gestures with his hand as if to brush the look aside. “I was in your mind when it happened, I heard and saw everything.” the gesture brought my attention to the rest of him and I realize that he is holding me, effortlessly off the floor in his arms.

I hesitate only a second before pushing away from him abruptly. The movement seems to startle him, as if it was the last thing he expected to happen. His hand shoots out attempting to grasp the front of the nightgown only to have it be just out of his reach at the last possible second and I hit the floor with a soft umph. I stare up at him just as shocked as he is, but an inexplicable anger rises. It bubbles to the surface, scalding and not at all like anything I have ever felt. He doesn’t even attempt to school his features as he stares down at me in awe.

“This tastes like Anita’s anger, does it not?” It was Asher, his voice sounding just as shocked as Jean-Claude looked. “Indeed, mon ami, indeed.” I blink but the anger stays close to the surface, as if it were waiting for the precise moment to spill out into the room like some tangible material. I take a deep breath and slowing untangle my legs from the sheet and use the bed to pull myself up. I ignore Jean-Claude’s hand and glare at him when I am finally standing. Words, angry and biting spill past my lips before I can stop them.

“Don’t ever, EVER try to roll my mind again. Do you hear me? Or I will personally put a bullet in your brain.” As soon as the words spill past my lips I gasp and clamp a hand over my mouth. Those were NOT my thoughts. Someone stifles a laugh and I am suddenly angry again and I whirl to face a red faced Jason. His eyes were all shiny in an attempt to not laugh and the sparkle in his eyes let me know just how much of Anita I was channeling.

“God, I have never heard a better imitation.” he finally said, “It was like having Anita right here in the room with us.”

I feel some level of tension melt away from me and I am smiling now too. “I guess I did sound a little too much like her huh?” I laugh a little and turn to Jean-Claude. “Sorry about that…I..I didn’t realize Anita and I were connected so closely.” He gave a low bow from the waist but had his face in careful lines. “It is quite alright ma…Tyanne”

I look around and catch Nathaniel’s eyes on me. They look curious now rather than angry and I give him a small smile which he returns tentatively. Asher sweeps between our eye contact and I follow that movement as he comes to the other side of the bed near Jean-Claude and myself. He steps close to Jean-Claude and nods in my direction. “Let us see if we cannot find you something more suitable to wear, ma Cherie.”

I look down and blush, nodding my head as my hands automatically clasp in front of me. “That would be a good idea.” I say softly. Someone laughs and I look up to meet Jason’s eyes. He grins and shrugs. “I would have to disagree, I think you look good in your little nighty.” he teases. I glare and it only makes him grin wider. “Hey, can’t blame a guy, you’re wearing less than nothing and I just woke up.” he added which only made his grin wider. Good god, I was beginning to see why Anita was so itchy to shoot him every time he started on her. It was annoying as hell.

“Sorry, Jason, but I’ve got about as many rules on sex as Anita does. I don’t do premarital sex and I definitely don’t do strangers so find someone else to stick it to.” I let the smirk tilt my mouth slightly before turning back to Asher. “Shall we?” I ask politely. He graces me with a small smile and holds his hand out. He is careful not to show me the scarred side of his face as I move to take not his hand but his arm. He squeezes my hand gently and turns us towards the door.

Jason suddenly sits up, a look of alarm spreading across is features. Every eye turns toward the door as it crashes open and a blurred figure tumbles in, gaining her feet once more and slamming the door behind her. Only when she looks up do I recognize her at all. “Holy shit…Nessa?!” I move towards her but the hand grasping mine tightens and I turn angry eyes toward Asher. “Let me go! This is my girlfriend!” I demand. He only shakes his head once and I turn eyes back to Nessa. “Nessa? Nessa are you alright?” She looks up at me, hazel brown eyes wide and shell shocked.

“They…they all tried to eat my fucking throat out.” she whispered. My eyes travel to the many gashes all up and down her arms legs and upper torso. I know I looked shocked especially when I saw the claw marks mirroring each other on each of her cheeks. One was ragged as if a blunt object had sliced her three times and the other was more fine as if claws sharpened to a razors edge had sliced her. I was no expert but I’d say it was two different animals.

“Wolves and leopards?” I ask cautiously. She nods and a sob escapes her throat. She collapses to the floor and only Nathaniel’s hand on her arm kept her standing. “She’s just a human…not for long mind you…but she’s just human.” He said softly.

At those soft words Asher releases my arm and I run to her, falling to my knees beside her as she sags in Nathaniel’s grip. I touch her cheek and turn those hazel brown eyes to mine. “Are you okay?” I ask softly. Something swims behind her eyes and she says, “Puppy pile my ass…” I laugh and she smiles, but the movement seemed to hurt her cheeks so she stopped. No one else seemed to have gotten the joke but Nessa and I had a good laugh.

“She will need to be fixed up and put somewhere until the full moon.” Nathaniel said gently, bringing my gaze to him. I nod and Nessa just shakes her head. “Whatever you say doc.” She doesn’t seem the slightest bit nervous. God knows I would be.

Jason slides off the bed and heads for the phone. “I’ll call Dr. Lillian.” I look back to Nessa and finally notice all the blood seeping into her clothes. “They got you pretty good didn’t they?” I ask softly. She laughs, winces and then sighs softly. “If it hadn’t been for Sylvie stopping them I would be dead…” she says softly, letting the horror that the knowledge filled her with spill into her voice.

There is a soft knock at the door and Nathaniel helps me move Nessa to the side. The door opens and Sylvie steps inside her eyes careful as she looks Nessa over. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, kneeling next to her. Nessa just nods slightly, in too much pain to do much else. Some softness fills Sylvie’s face as a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them fast enough.” she whispered. Nessa just smiled faintly and shook her head. “You tried…that is the best you could do.” There was silence and then Jason said, “Dr. Lillian is on her way, she wants to take the girl to the lycanthrope hospital to treat her wounds.”

Nessa nods and reaches out to take my hand. “I’d ask you to go with me but it seems you’ve got your own problems…” she paused a moment before going on. “Why did you get to wake up with a bunch of hot guys while I got stuck with the vicious kitty cats and doggies?” she asked. I can’t help so I laugh. “Just lucky I guess.”

She smiles and Sylvie helps Nathaniel carry her out the door and into the main living room while I am left kneeling on the floor, staring at the smears of blood she had left behind. I felt tears burn at the back of my throat and I stood and faced the men in the room. “She’ll live won’t she?” I ask softly. The thought of losing her to something so stupid was like a knife twisting in my gut. I wanted to go after her…but the looks on the vampires faces told me they didn’t approve. I was the only one with any knowledge of where the hell Anita was…and they weren’t going to let me go.

I am met with mostly blank faces and that scared me more than anything. “Won’t she?” I ask a little frantically. It is Jason who answers me. “She’ll survive…but I’m almost 100% sure that she won’t survive without becoming one of us…I’m sorry.” he says softly. I feel some knot in my chest loosen and it is suddenly easier to breath. “I can only ask that she survives. Anything else we will have to deal with later.” I say softly.

There is no whispered murmur of agreement, no soft word of comfort. Just the strained silence as I am left to my thoughts. Some cold weight settles in the pit of my stomach and I walk to the side of the bed crawling onto the silk under sheet and laying my head on the pillows. Someone murmurs something but I ignore it and lay there. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream and rage that this couldn’t be happening. Not my kitten…not Nessa. I finally realize that hot tears are spilling down my cheeks and soaking the pillow when a soft hand brushes my shoulder. The soft scent of vanilla pours over me and I am suddenly caught up in strong arms, my back to a slender and warm chest.

“She’ll be okay…” Nathaniel whispered, “she’ll be okay.” He stroked my unruly hair as if he were petting a cat and some part of me calmed enough to stop the flow of tears. I look up and bright blue eyes stare back at me. It was Jason and he looked serious this time. “He’s right, she’ll be fine.” his hand came up to brush my cheek and I give him a weak smile. I barely even know these people and they were still trying to comfort me. Just goes to show how much of Anita I actually took when I was brought here.

After a minute I push away from Nathaniel, the soft vanilla scent clinging to me. I give him a watery smile and climb under the covers. No one says a word but I could feel the tension in the air as if it were thick cords strung across the room. I sit up and stare around. “What’s the problem gentlemen?” I ask. I know it sounded rude and not at all like me so I try again. “Why are you all so tense?” There that sounded better, not so Anitaish. Jean-Claude steps forward.

“One, you are in my bed. I do not mind since I will not need it till morning. But you have also appeared quite literally out of thin air and Asher and myself still have not fed.”

Fear welled up in me and I could taste copper on the back of my tongue. I squashed it down and kept my face blank. That was Anita’s fear not mine.

“Are you asking me to be a donor?” I ask softly. His face goes pleasantly blank but his eyes begin a slow bleed in to solid midnight blue. “You have unwittingly intruded in to my territory, even if it is not your fault it is still within my right to ask this of you. But since you are channeling ma petite so closely I fear it will earn me nothing but punishment to ask this payment from you.”

I seem to stay silent for too long for he looks at Jason. Jason rises from his lounging position on the bed to crawl toward Jean-Claude. I hold up a hand to stop him. Jason freezes, caught between his master of the city and his need to obey whatever part of Anita I carried with me. Jean-Claude throws me a glare and I glare right back. “You said it yourself, fang-face, you have the right to ask for blood in return for my trespassing. I am offering this feeding as a truce.”

See, reading really had paid off. I knew enough about vampire politics now that I could probably handle this no sweat. Probably.

His whole demeanor seemed to change before me as he stalked to the head of the bed. And for the first time I realized that he was perfectly nude. My throat suddenly went dry and I held up a hand to stop him. “Clothes please.” He regarded me carefully and but kept coming. “You have no right to ask anything of me.” and he was right. I was channeling Anita again and she would not have wanted him to do this without his clothes on…in front of everybody.

“Then at least make everyone else leave.” I say, my voice was a little higher than normal. A look passes over his face and he shakes his head.

“Asher must still feed and he will use Nathaniel. Jason is my pomme de sang so it is his right to stay. This room is as empty as I will allow it to be. You will have to endure their company for the time being.” there was a note to his voice. Less than friendly. I could feel my answering anger and was helpless to stop my next comment.

“Don’t get pissy with me, Jean-Claude, it’s not my fault I’m here and she’s not.” The second the words left my mouth I froze, my eyes going wide. Heat swept through the room, boiling the very oxygen molecules in the air with its intensity. Rage, so fine it trembled reality around them, lashed out from Jean-Claude and I could feel it slice right through my upper cheek. I stilled, the part of me that was Anita lay dormant and I cowered before his trembling power.

“You have NO right to speak to me in such a manner!” his voice was strained painfully tight so that it hurt to hear. “You have trespassed on MY territory and taken my human servant. That is a crime the council will happily let me punish you for! If I were in your position now I would NOT be making demands of me, Tyanne. For what you have done I could demand your life and would be granted my wish without complaint. Watch what you say, child, because connected to Anita or not I will punish you for such behavior.”

I kept my eyes on him, afraid to breath, afraid to move. Dammit, why was I so paralyzed? And why was I acting so submissively? Someone spoke and it was Asher. He was speaking very low and very fast in French. Jean-Claude swiveled those penetrating midnight blue eyes to Asher and the other master vampire shut his mouth.

“I am aware of her connection to Anita, Asher. I will not kill her…but she has a connection to me. I can feel it as you can. So in this I will demand her obedience.”

I opened my mouth to object but a hand on my arm shuts me up. I turned my eyes to Jason who was staring at me with pleading eyes. I knew enough of that look to just shut the fuck up. Part of me was screaming that I didn’t have to obey Jean-Claude’s egotistical ass. But another more rational part of me was calmly whispering that if I didn’t shut my mouth that I was going to get my ass beat…and I wasn’t going to like it.

I looked back at the master vampire leaking his energy all over the place and met his eyes a brief instant before lowering them. What the fuck? I have way more dignity than this. I looked back up, my face defiant. This wasn’t Anita anymore. This was all me.

“I’ll not disrespect you anymore Jean-Claude, because you are the master of the city and that demands a certain respect all its own. But I refuse to play submissive little flunky to your dominating egotistical macho vampire role. If you want to use me to feed then fine, take what you want, but I will not cower before you like some beaten animal.”

Surprise flashed across his features before he schooled them once more, staring at me with cool calculating eyes. “Fine.” one word and he was suddenly beside me, jerking the nightgown away from the line of my neck. Distantly I realized that he had ripped it, but at the moment all I could focus on was the feel of his fangs scraping along the side of my neck. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud, warm and scented with some exotic perfume, so soft and light. I felt the touch of a hand on mine and I looked up to see Jason over Jean-Claude’s wealth of dark hair. He smiled at me and said something, “Relax, “ I think. But I really didn’t have time to read his lips because twin points of white hot fire had pierced the skin just above my pulse and I was suddenly drowning in a rush of sensations. A sigh trembled on my lips hovering in this little space of time before I was finally laying back in the silk pillows, blood running in two small trails down my neck, over my collarbone and into the ripped black nightgown.

Someone was petting my hair and I opened my eyes that I hadn’t remembered closing to see Jean-Claude laying to one side of me, his eyes unfocused as if he were high or drunk. Jason was smiling, the look more to hide his true feelings than to show amusement or happiness. It all seemed too much for me to take in but the slow caress to my temple was making me drowsy.

“What…” my voice failed and I cleared my throat to try again. “What is wrong with him?” I ask finally, my voice thick and dreamy.

It was Jason who answered. “Your blood is as potent as Anita’s is…its like a drug to his system…he is quite literally drunk on your blood.” His fingers continued their lazy caress before I finally summoned enough strength to actually look up at him. His expression was one of amused silence, but little creases in his brow and lines around his mouth showed that he was fighting something.

I felt the blood trickle down between my breasts and knew then what it was he was fighting. “You want to taste it don’t you?”

He looked a little shocked but then he just looked lecherous as he grinned. “Of course, but Anita would never let me do it and I was afraid that if I tried it with you I might get my face eaten off.” he made no attempt to hide the heat in his voice as he looked down at me.

I squirmed slightly beneath the weight of those baby blues and a hand on my hip made me jump. I turn slightly to see Jean-Claude propped up on his elbow beside me. His fingers curled around my hip through the thin material of my nightgown and my breath caught in my throat. “Let him lick it, it will feel better and heal faster.” he said simply.

As if he had already received permission Jason’s face loomed into view and I made a small sound of protest as his mouth sealed over the bite mark on my neck. His tongue touched tender areas, picking up the excess blood and soothing the ravaged skin. When the blood was gone from my neck he moved to my collarbone, lapping happily. But when he started down the front of the nightgown I made to push him off and was met with a warning growl from Jean-Claude. I felt trapped, helpless. I so didn’t want Jason going down the front of my nightgown knowing what he was like.

He pressed the material lower licking over the area at my breastbone before dipping between my breasts. I gave a soft whimper and try to push him away again but this time he growls at me. I freeze. That’s wrong, I’m dominant to him, he shouldn’t be able to tell me no. No I’m not…I’m just a human, inferior to him in almost every way. But there was still that insistent urgency to shove him away.

Jean-Claude’s hand on my hip tightened, a single warning before Jason’s mouth clamped over the swell of my breast. I gave a soft cry and this time I did shove him away, pushing him so hard he tumbled backwards to lay in a relaxed heap over my legs. He looked dazed and very happy to be there.

I was angry now, and very happily so. Some part of me latched onto that anger and held onto it for dear life. I knew instantly that it was not Anita’s anger…that seething bottomless pit of rage she held within her. It tasted different, more like me. And I realized for the first time that maybe I too had my own version of her bottomless pit.

Someone touched my arm and I turned my angry blue eyes to meet soft lilac. Nathaniel held his hands up in the ’I’m harmless don’t hurt me’ gesture and smiled slightly. “I’m sorry.” he said softly. “You were angry and I thought I could help.”

I opened my mouth to say it hadn’t but shut it instantly realizing that he had indeed distracted my anger. Dammit, I wanted to stay angry. Anger was good. No it wasn’t. Anger in front of the master of the city was bad. But that anger still made me feel better, cleared my head. Good god somebody put me back in my own world, I really am thinking too much like Anita.

I glare down at Jason but the glare melts into a half smile at the goofy grin on his face. “You taste good,” he whispers hoarsely. I couldn’t help it, I was surfacing again and Anita was being pushed to the back and the normal me just found it so hard not to laugh at Jason’s antics. The laugh came easy and I was suddenly grinning and laughing at the whole situation. But at the same time I just wanted to cry because I was so hopelessly confused. Every thought going through my mind was mixed in with the thought patterns of Anita and it was getting harder to censor her thoughts from my own.

Jason rose slowly from his collapsed position to crawl back up to lay beside me, his legs intertwining with my own and his arms going around my waist. I actually blushed when I felt him thick and hard against my thigh. Oh good god. I think I might have actually whimpered but his pale blue eyes rose to mine and I saw something slide behind those baby blues that sent fear spiking through me again. I was scared and his beast was reacting to it. I felt a hand moving up my thigh to touch the hem of my nightgown and I blanched.

This was not Anita’s fear, this was my own. I had never been put in a situation like this and quite frankly, it scared the hell out of me. Jason was coming on far to fast for me and I had just met him. Not to mention that Anita and I had one very big difference that set us apart. I’d never had sex, the whole idea made me uncomfortable and embarrassed, and just knowing that it was on Jason’s mind made he want to run and hide.

He grinned at me and his fingers brushed silk panties. My breath caught in my throat as I stared down at him and I realized my legs were still trapped by his. I was aware of movement but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the werewolf laying next to me and he likewise. There seemed to be a collective breath as he moved so fast I couldn’t follow him with my eyes and I was suddenly on my back his body crowding my own. I did whimper then because I could feel him pressed against me, the hard length of him pressed against my hip.

I tried to speak, failed and tried again. “Get him off of me!” I said frantically. He ground himself into my hip before his body was jerked backwards and I was suddenly staring into husky colored eyes. “Asher..” the name left my lips in a relieved sigh. He held his hand out to me and pulled me from my sprawled position on the pillows. Jean-Claude was standing over the bed. His eyes were back to normal but they too held something in them that made me feel like a piece of meat on display to a starving pack of wolves. What the hell was wrong with everybody?

I opened my mouth to ask that very question when I felt something moving toward us. It wasn’t a lycanthrope. This energy wasn’t warm electricity, it was as cold as the grave and it seemed that only I could feel it moving this way. A shiver went up my spine as the door handle turned.

Every eye turned to the door and watched as the door opened and a vampire with blood red hair stepped into the room. He raised true green eyes to my own startled blue before crossing the room with a sure stride. I knew who it was before he even reached the bed. Damian. And with me channeling Anita so strongly that meant I was sharing her bond with Damian. He crawled onto the bed with a liquid grace that seemed almost magical before settling next to me like some great cat. His hair spilled across the black sheets like a shock of blood and the symbolism was not lost on me. Nor was the hunger beating insistently at me through the body pressed against my thigh.

I stared down into those true green eyes and knew he was asking permission to feed. I didn’t want to see that look on his face, it was too raw, too needy. I had never seen a man look at me that way before. And just for a second I knew despair as Anita knew it. I shook it off and closed my eyes, seeking for the calm to get me through this night. I would not allow Anita’s fears to get me killed. If I had to donate a little blood to get through this then I would do so gladly.

I reached up and pushed my hair to one side, baring the part of my neck Jean-Claude had not taken from. Damian’s eyes widened but he rose from his laying position quickly and he pressed close enough that one long line of his body was in contact with my own. I felt his breath on my neck, cool as a spring breeze before his teeth sank home and I cried out softly. He didn’t have the power to roll me and it hurt like hell. Someone grabbed my hand and I whimpered. Damian had not just been hungry…he had been starving. When was the last time he taken blood? The answer came to me as if someone had been reading my mind. Damian hasn’t been feeding by choice…he wanted Anita to feed him. And right this moment I was Anita. My stomach heaved and I realized in that instant I had lost too much blood. Damian drew back almost instantly, his lips and chin stained crimson and his eyes drowning in emerald fire. I reached up, brushing my fingers through all that blood red silk before blackness ate at my vision and I was floating away into a cushion of sweet scented cologne and the sharply sweet scent of blood.

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“Her heart is still abnormally slow, shall I call for a doctor?”

“I do not think calling a doctor would do any good mon ami. She has lost far too much blood for a doctor to be of any use.”

“Then perhaps we should at least attempt to rouse her? It may be that she has just lost too much blood too fast.”

They were talking about me. But for some reason the topic eludes me. Too much blood? When did I lose blood? My head hurts too much to think about it so I stop. If they really wanted me to know they’d tell me. I was perfectly fine laying here in the silk sheets. Then it hits me like a sledgehammer between the eyes. Jean-Claude, Damian. Way too much blood loss.

I try to speak but the words stick in my vocal cords. I clear my throat and try again.

“Anyone have any water?” the second I say it I change my mind. The thought of water makes me want to get sick. “No, how about something a little thicker than water? How about something with a lot of electrolytes?”

I am met with nothing but silence and I crack one eye open. It is almost pitch black save for a small sliver of light front the bathroom. I can see everything, including the vampire sitting next to me, my wrist in his hand.

“So, you all going to ignore me or what?” I ask. The words are thick and hard to form, but they are understandable. I see Jason move off to the right and he comes back with a bottle of liquid. I can’t see what color it is but he reaches across the vampire and puts the neck of the bottle to my lips.

“Here, drink this. Its got a lot of electrolytes in it.” I open my mouth obediently and sip it, then I immediately gag. It was disgustingly bitter and not at all sweet.

“Good grief, what the hell is it?” I ask. He laughs softly and puts it back to my lips. “Something to make you feel better so stop complaining.” I stop. The next sip isn’t so bad and it really was making me feel better. “Thanks.” I mumble and lay back into the pillows.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, almost get sick and then everything is fine again. I never really knew what losing blood was like and this was awful. It would be awhile before I could donate again. At least in that big of a quantity.

The warm scent of vanilla washes over me and I turn my face into a firm chest, arms encircling me tightly. Nathaniel’s chest starts to rumble and I realize he’s purring, which makes me smile. “You smell good, ma belle minet.” (my beautiful kitty cat) I say softly.

Someone chuckles and I think it was Jean-Claude. “So you know a little French, ma petite?”

It hurts too much to shrug so I just answer him. “A little, I only took one trimester of French when I was a sophomore…I know enough to know what all your little pet names mean though.”

He chuckles again and I feel the bed dip as Jason curls up at our feet. “Most interesting, I am still teaching Anita how to speak French.” Someone brushes my legs and I move them to the side automatically and Jason crawls up to lay his head on my hip. Jean-Claude is too close for him to go any further than that. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

I think about it a minute before answering. “Like a mini someone is on the inside of my skull with a jackhammer chipping away while singing Sweet Home Alabama way out of tune.” He laughs and drapes his arm over my legs.

My stomach does a funny flip and I have just enough time to shove them all off of me and run for the bathroom before I get sick. My head is screaming as I kneel by the toilet, throwing my brains up into the ceramic basin. A few minutes later someone knocks lightly at the door before opening it and stepping inside. It was Jean-Claude. “It would seem you lost a great deal more than we had expected. After you fainted earlier,” I cringed at the word but he continued, “You continued to bleed profusely. Are you anemic?” he asked softly.

I shake my head. It makes my visions swim so I stop. “No, but my blood is extremely thin.” He nods as if that answered his question and knelt beside me in his black furred robe. Anita’s favorite. “Your blood was also hotter than normal, like you were running a fever. Are you sick?” I just look up at him this time and answer. Yes, look up, because even kneeling he is taller than I am. “My normal body temperature is 99.9% so my blood would be a bit hotter than normal.”

He nods again and puts a pale hand to my forehead. “I am sorry this had to happen. I overreacted and Damian could not control himself with you offering yourself so willingly. He has not fed in a very long time.” I just close my eyes and sigh. Despite having fed, his hand was cool and it felt good against my forehead.

“You must get more rest or you will strain yourself, ma petite.” he whispered and it sounded so close that I opened my eyes. He was inches away, those deep midnight blue eyes shining brightly. I blink and move back slightly. “I’m not your ma petite.” I whisper softly.

He laughs and the sound whips through me like an invisible caress. I shudder and close my eyes once more. “I’ll go to sleep once I brush my teeth. I don’t want to taste bile in my sleep.”

I hear the rustle of fabric and then the opening of a cabinet door. “Here is an extra toothbrush and there are several flavors of toothpaste in here as well. Help yourself, ma petite.” he says the last like he expected me to yell but I ignore him and open my eyes to see him walk out with a small smile on his face.

I manage to pull myself off the floor and over to the sink to brush my teeth before I drag myself out of the bathroom to collapse on the bed. The only one in the room is Jason and he his curled onto his side back to the bathroom. I lay my head on the pillow next to his and pull the covers up to my chin. I am cold and all I can think about is getting warm. As if he could sense my discomfort Jason rolls over to face me and smiles. “Would you mind cuddling?” My teeth are chattering now and all I can do is nod slightly. I would do anything to get warm right now.

His arms find me under the blankets and he pulls me against his chest, wrapping his legs around me and burying his face in my hair. “Get some sleep.” he murmurs before I am out, the heat of his body warming mine and sending me back into a light sleep.

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Okay, end of chapter one. That will probably be the longest chapter in this story, seeing as how this story has been in the making for almost two years now. The rest of the updates will come as soon as possible now that I have my inspiration back. And it’s all thanks to my muse, Darksong^^ We love you!

Please review, I would love to know what you all think so far!

I know things are confusing now but the next chapter will have plenty of answers, I promise.
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