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Stranger Than Fiction	By : RayvenMoon Category: Anita Blake > AU/AR Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: But You're Supposed to be Dead
- 2-Chapter One: My What?!
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20 years earlier

Pain lanced through Rosalinda's body as she slowly worked open her one good eye. Blood filled her vision and for one brief moment of panic Rosalinda wondered if Anita was ok. The last few minutes played back in her head and then she remember what had happened and that her daughter was in fact not in the car. No Anita was home and safe. She had been headed home when the black Cadillac had come out of nowhere and followed her. At first Rosalinda had ignored the car, then it had copied her every move, every lane change. Fear had crawled along her skin when it flashed it headlights a second before stepping on the accelerator and ramming her. The first contact of cars had jolted her out of shocked staring. Rosalinda had stepped on the gas, it hadn't helped as the Cadillac gained on her and rammed her again. Her blood pounded in her ears, her focus on getting away in one piece. That focus went the way of the dinosaurs when the pursuing car lunged forward, striking her rear bumper at an angle and sending her car spinning right for the guard rail. Somewhere between the first and second flip Rosalinda blacked out.

When she came to the first thing she did after remembering that she was alone in the car, was to try and free herself and she couldn't. The steering wheel had her pinned. Turning her head at the sound of footsteps in the late evening light, what blood was left in her face drained away. “No, you're supposed to be dead.” She let out a small gasp of pain as she tried to struggle free of the steering wheel as the man strode closer. “I saw you die.”n
“No Rosa,” the accented voice purred. “You saw what I wanted you to see. Its time to come home Rosa.” As the gloved hand reached for her, Rosalinda could see off to the side faintly that a second man was coming down the embankment, a body in his arms. A body that looked much like hers. Struggling harder, she cried out as the hand clamped down on her shoulder and white hot pain spread through her body. It reached out from the blackness on the edge of her vision and pulled her down. Anita's mother was so limp she might as well have been dead like the body put in her place. The blank features of the golem shifting, changing to match her own. By the time the police would arrive, Rosalinda and her captors would be long gone. And when the news reached her husband, young daughter and in-laws that she was dead, they would be well out of state.

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Rosalinda's Funeral

Far from the gathered crowd, the weeping widower and his almost painfully quiet pale child, a figure stood waiting under the shadow of a tall tree. For days they had watched and followed and not once had they seen any sign that Anita held the gift. Taking her mother had been only part of the plan and keeping her alive was really only necessary if her only child had the ability to raise the dead or even the potential. So far the young girl seemed as normal as any other, albeit grieving for her mother. Surrounded by her father's family she stood out like a pale and dark beacon all in one. Shaking his head the figure turned, it was obvious that the girl child would be of no use to the Dark Mother's plans. They never saw the small dark brown eyes turn their way, wariness held in those eyes.

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Screams ripped through the night air, each scream was followed by or proceeded by the sound of leather and metal striking flesh and the flesh giving under each blow. The walls of the room were reinforced and soundproofed. Of course the house itself was isolated far away from people. The odds of anyone even the most inept of hikers, hearing the woman's screams were low. She had managed to get away from them once, break their hold on her. The process of 'teaching' her the errors of her ways would both be long, painful and bloody. Her teachers were older than sin and very skilled. They knew just how far to push, the right switches to hit until their students succumb to the their will, the mother's will. There would be no second escape for Rosa, and certainly no hiding her next child from them. And if she failed to produce a child suitable for their goals, well she did have a daughter after all. Even a non-talented female held the potential to pass the gift of true necromancy to her offspring.

Too long had the Dark Mother laid in sleep in shadows and darkness. Too long had she allow her body to lay unused and motionless. It would have been easy to ride another's body as the Traveler did, until a more suitable and permanent body could be found, but that was not to the Dark Mother's liking. No when it came time to leave her old body she would do it once and only once and it had to be the body of a Necromancer as she had been such in life. While others had been human once Marmee Noir had never been human, not completely. No she had been Necromancer, Vampire and Shapeshifter. She wasn't the first but she was one of the last, save for those she had stripped of their power so that they were nothing more than simply Master Vampires amongst her many children. Once she had her new body the Dark Mother would rule as she once had. Humans, Vampires, Shapeshifters all other would fear the the dark and what waited for them in it once more.

“That's enough Mairwen. We must remember that Rosa has long been away from our loving touch.” The tails of the flogger stopped just short of striking her skin, falling to the leather clad woman's side. The slender brunette turned, a small pout forming on her lips, green eyes pleading. “You can remind her of her place amongst us later.”

Rosa sucked in a shaking and pain tinged breath as she lifted her head to look around. Blood ran down her back and sides here and there. She was topless from the waist up. Her long curly locks had been cut short. Bruises dotted her body here and there from other 'lessons' she had received in the last few days. Standing before her was the man who had pulled her from the car, Lucas. He towered over her at 6'5, but being under 5'5 she was used to it. Eyes so dark they were almost black burned into her own dark eyes. His dark blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that dropped somewhere mid back. “Rosa, you should have known we'd find you sooner or later. You and your daughter. Even if I had died that night do you really think it would have ended? That some other servant of our great mother wouldn't have come upon you? Seen what your children were capable of?” A gloved hand reached out to stroke the side of her face.

Eyes burning with anger and pain Rosa turned her head and sank her teeth into the meat of his hand. The taste of oil and blood filling the mouth. Even cleaned his gloves tasted of suffering, of pain, of death. With a mutter curse, Lucas yanked his hand free, “You little bitch!”

“Usted bastardo que coge si usted va cerca de mi hija yo recortará su corazón” Rosa fought the pain clawing at her as she pulled her head out of the way of the first blow, spitting in his face. The second one caught her hard and made her see stars. Slumping in the shackles, her vision spun. Lucas grabbed her by the chin and lifted her head sharply, making her face him.

“Cut out my heart will you? And just how will you manage that, my dark rose? Your daughter is no use to use right now, but you know as well as I do that she will be next on our list if you are of no use to use.” He let her go and turned sharply on his heels. Lucas' laughter bounced off the walls as he left her alone. When he was gone Rosa's screams were of a different sort of pain.
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