Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter fic "Sang De Papillon" Teen

[Mrs Jean-Claude]

Chapter One, Part One

I flicked my dark curls sharply out of my face. I was getting seriously annoyed. Once again, possibly the fourth time in a week, Bert had given me clients I could do nothing with.

First I had a young man called Simon Coone desperate for me to make him a vampire, why on earth he had chosen to come to the vampire executioner for help with this problem still eludes me. I maybe wouldn't have minded so much if he weren't so violent. He was the last person I needed gaining super undead powers.

Second, an older man called Gary Devons wanted me to convince his lycanthrope son to stop being a werewolf, I told him that short of killing his son he was out of options. Apparently that was something he didn't want to hear. He threatened to sue me...

Third, a woman, Sally Rubin, wanted me to file a missing persons report, one that had absolutely nothing preternatural about it.

Now, I had a man and a woman, the man a vampire named Christophe and the woman his human servant and lover Mariette. Christophe wore a permanent frown, his thick dark eyebrows furrowing deeply. I wanted to warn him about the danger of frown lines but he seemed well past saving. Every now and again a lock of cocoa brown hair fell into his face, hiding his scowly expression. He was a relatively new vampire, hadn’t yet seen half a century but he acted as though he was Master of the City. Mariette was resting her delicate elbows on my desk and held her fair head in her hands. Her emerald green eyes, so amazing I was sure they were contacts, were shiny with tears and pleading at me. They wanted children desperately and told me they were having problems conceiving. Well, yes he is a manky old corpse. That could have something to do with it.

"But there must be something?" Mariette made it a question.

I rubbed the back of my neck and made a plosive non-committal noise.

"Anything at all?"

"I’m sorry, there really is nothing I can suggest. I’ve only known a few cases where vampires have been able to conceive; as I told you the babies were born with terrible defects or didn’t survive. Vlad Syndrome is your biggest threat if you even manage to conceive." I explained for roughly the fifth time. I was officially out of things to say.

"Please Ms. Blake," she continued. Her statement, her plea, could have meant anything. Again I made a non-committal noise and threw up my hands.

"I don’t know what else to say. This isn’t something I can deal with." I half considered offering to call Monica and see if she could help, but I decided I didn’t really want to be going to her for favors, I no longer considered our friendship very special and besides it might just offend her now that Robert was dead. I could see her start another plea and stood so to end the meeting. She too stood but carried on talking regardless. Christophe glared at me and didn’t budge.

"I know our problem is quite rare," she began. "but surely there is something you can do to help us? You’re the vampire expert, you know the Master of the City, I saw you and him on the news. Maybe he could help us?" A new light of hope flickered in her viridescent eyes. I sighed heavily.

"I’m very sorry Miss, but I don’t think he will be of much use. He has a lot of business to run and I doubt he’ll find the time." My tone had gone from sympathetic to quite forceful and no-nonsense. I shifted across to the door and held it open. Mariette let her tears fall and stood beside the still seated Christophe. I was beginning to dislike this vampire very much. Well, I say beginning, I hadn’t liked him much from the moment he stalked through the door and whirled himself into one of the chairs at my desk. They didn’t seem to be taking the hint. I struggled to resist grabbing them by the scruff of the neck and hurling them out of my door.

"I have other clients to see to," Lie. They were my last. "I wish you both the best of luck." Not only did I manage not to forcibly remove them from the small room but I was also extremely civil. Two brownie points for me.

"You have resolved none of our problems Miss Blake." Stated Christophe, speaking for the first time in a smooth voice that held nothing on Jean-Claude’s voice of electric velvet.

"It’s Ms. Blake, and you know it. I’ve done all I can. If you insist on seeking help from somebody who doesn’t have a clue this is about as far as you’re going to get." It seemed like perfectly good logic to me. I motioned towards the door, hoping this time it would be blatant enough for them to get the message. Christophe appeared in my face.

"You don’t want me as your enemy Miss Blake." He said in a tone of warning. Some nerve. Oh, but there’s more. "You have no idea of what I can really do, the powers I hold, the ease in which I could destroy you and-" he stopped suddenly, looking confused. He’d finally noticed that I was staring him straight in the eye. "How are you able to meet my gaze?" he asked uneasily.

"Maybe you should’ve done your homework a little more thoroughly Christophe." I held out my hand for him to shake. "Anita Blake. AKA, The Executioner. Friendly Neighborhood Animator and Vampire Hunter." I spoke in my best business voice and smiled sweetly. He nervously took my hand. I felt a small rush of power, pathetic compared to most other vampires I’d come into contact with. His face seemed to have paled, if that’s possible for a creature of the night. He suddenly turned back into his stern, ego-filled self and sneered at me. I took one small step forwards. If I were a bit taller we would be just about nose to nose.

"You don’t want me as your enemy Christophe." I smiled deviously as I began to feed his words back to him. "You have no idea of what I can really do, the powers I hold, the ease in which I could destroy you." It was one of my better moments. Again I stepped back against the door and showed them the way out. Christophe snorted at me looking utterly repulsed. I raised my eyebrows feeling proud of myself and he flounced out of the room, Mariette scurried along close behind him still in tears. I slammed the door after them. Childish I know, but it felt good. I knew a certain big boss-man who was about to get a very angry visit.

"Bert!" I shouted abruptly, storming into his office unannounced.

"Anita. I'm on my way home. Whatever it is it will have to wait." he didn't even look me in the eye. I could he knew exactly why I was there.

"No Bert. Now. Right now." I moved a little to the left, thereby effectively blocking his way out of the building.

"Anita, I'm tired. I did a lot of business today. Business that will be paying your salary."

"Business that will be lining your pockets. And paying excessively for them too I might add." I gave him the evil eye, waiting for him to try to respond. As soon as he opened his mouth I interrupted not really wanting to hear his comeback. "You have got to stop sending me clients I can't help. There's no point! You're wasting my time; I'm just going to start turning them away if you keep doing it."

"There was nothing wrong with the clients you had today. Two in regards to vampirism, something you're an absolute expert at and one about a werewolf. What could possibly be wrong with that?"

"Bert, unless somebody wants me to raise a few zombies keep them the hell away from my office. I don't want to see anymore clients that you think I'll be able to help got it?"

He smiled. "I can't turn away a paying client Anita."

"You are unbelievable."

"I know." he smiled broadly again. I knew this was just one of those arguments I just wouldn't win. I never really do against Bert. Still, can't hurt to try once in a while. I decided to leave before I lost further ground to him.

"Stick with the people who an animator ok?" I turned to leave and got a shock as I got a message on my beeper. I yelped in shock and heard Bert laughing behind me. Sighing I checked the number. It was Dolph. Great. Literally as soon as I get off work somebody finds some more for me to do. I gave Bert a sour look and went to find the nearest phone hoping beyond hope it wasn't going to be another gruesome body ripped to shreds. There couldn't be another one so soon. Ah, who was I kidding.


Thanks for reading, next part coming soon
xx Sarah xx

[majiklmoon]

to Majik's World of Fan Fic - we're glad to have you. You're story looks very intriguing.

[Island Breeze]

Great start! I agree that this is very intriguing! I loved it so far, but I have to mention this quote. It made me laugh.

Second, an older man called Gary Devons wanted me to convince his lycanthrope son to stop being a werewolf, I told him that short of killing his son he was out of options. Apparently that was something he didn't want to hear. He threatened to sue me...

Waiting for more! :D

Welcome to the board. :D



and Happy New Year!

[Mrs Jean-Claude]

Hey guys, thank you so much for reading, I'm glad you liked it. :P I was going to put more up tonight, but I'm running out of time. The next installment will come as soon as possible. Thanks again.

xXx Sarah xXx

[majiklmoon]

No prob Sarah - the title, is it Blood of the Butterfly?

[Angie]

Great start to this unique fic! I have to say that this style is a first for me to read, but I love it!! Very new and very intriguing and I'm happily awaiting your next chapter!

Angie

[Ti88]

firends of mine have suggested i read ms blakes stuff. i never got around to it. so i would like to say thanks for posting this. i enjoyed what you have so far. she seems to be one cool lady. i loved how she staried the vamp down.

oh and welcome sarah

[Angie]

I liked it too!

[Angie]

I liked it too!

[Angie]

I liked it too!

[Mrs Jean-Claude]

Ooh! Thanks guys. Next part up tonight. Sorry about the wait. Eeevil GCSE revision strikes again!! :x

magiklmoon - That is indeed the title, you liguistic genius you.

[Mrs Jean-Claude]

I left to find the nearest pay phone. Dolph picked up on the second ring.

"Anita?"

"Yeah. What's going on?" I asked.

"We need you down near the stony path in Regan Street. You know where that is?"

"Yeah, of course. Who doesn't?" I half laughed. Regan street was famous for its crime. The best known case was ten years ago when a group of serial murderers who were intelligent enough to leave fake evidence and clues to lead the police in the wrong direction. They gave everybody hell and went on a killing spree that lasted over a year. That kind of premeditated violence always bothers me, the planning they must have gone through to commit those murders was insance. People shouldn't think like that it's just not right. Truth be told it scares the living hell out of me. Most of the bodies that were found ended up on the stony path, which wasn't really a path at all it was a circular set of cobblestones with a decorative fountain in the centre. Regan street isn't a street either, it's a small and rather simple town. It's a real life version of some TV programme like 'Midsomer Murders'. Take a small quaint town where everybody knows each other and everybody goes out of their way to be friendly then add one or more serial killers and a confused but lovable detective who solves all the crimes. Rinse and repeat.

"How soon can you be here?"

"It's about a fifteen minute drive from work. Where I am now." I hinted at my tiredness.

"See you in fifteen." he hung up without saying goodbye. I hadn't even had the chance to ask about what to expect when I arrived. Perfect. That meant it would make me lose my lunch.

The thought of what I would find upon arrival still plagued me while I was driving along, illuminated in the orange glow of the street lamps. Why are they always orange anyway? Does the sun shine orange? No. Does being bathed in orange light improve your driving? Not really. As I got further along the road it became darker; I noticed glass littering the tarmac. There was nobody else on the road so I looked up at the shattered bulbs, taking me eyes off of the road for just a split second. In that second I collided with something solid. All the junk from my back seat flew into the back of my seat and through the wind shield. My seatbelt tightened painfully around my ribs and my head snapped forwards into the steering wheel. The dark spots clouding my vision grew and grew until they covered everything I could see and I fell unconcious.

I awoke to the sound of my car horn sounding in one continuous loud scream. I was slumped against the steering wheel; my seatbelt had slackened. So much for drivers safety. My arms were like dead weights at either side of my body, fingers brushing the carpet mat by my feet. It took me a little while to make sense of where I was and differenciate between up and down. It took unbelievable effort to raise my arms from the ground, but once I had I could feel my strength rapidly flowing back around my body. I pushed against the wheel and lifted my head with a sort of unpromising squelch and instant pain. I noticed a red mess where my forehead had been resting. I took a few minutes accompanied by deep breaths before stepping out of the car and onto the lonely road. My beeper went off, the sound scraped across the inside of my skull like a hot poker and I had to sit down. It was Dolph. I threw the beeper feebly to the other side of the road and laid on my back with my hands cupping the sides of my head. I could feel the warm, wet blood with my fingers and the sticky feeling after it had dried when I moved any muscle in my face.

"Anita?"

Suddenly I had Doloh peering down at me. I must've passed out a second time. His usually unreadable face looked worried, as did the other two faces that came into view. One was Zerbrowski, the other I'd never seen. Dolph's featured quickly went neutral once I was awake.

"Dolph. I had an accident." I told him.

He laughed and said "That we can see."

He and Zerbrowski helped me sit up. Zerbrowski kept a grip on my arm until I shook him off and glared at him.

"You look like shit." he informed me.

"Thanks. So do you. At least I have an excuse."

"I look like..." he trailed off thinking I'd been serious. "I think you've got brain damage." he finished, preening himself.

I put my weight forwards onto my feet and balanced myself with my hands. Dolph stood nearby, ready to catch me if I fell but not helping me up. He knew me all too well. When I'd managed to stand upright I hobbled over to the front of my car to try and fins out what the hell I'd hit. What I saw forced me back to the ground. Dolph was at my side and caught me on my way down. The front of my car had a very recognisable shape dented heavily dented into it. You could make out arms, legs and head with a light spray of blood. I'd hit something that held a very human shape.

I was lifted onto a stretcher. Usually I would've protested about being lifted but I was in shock over the dent. It was more than a dent. The headlights had crumpled forwards, molding into the bodycast of whatever or whoever I hit. People don't make those marks on impact. People don't get up and walk away after being hit by a car at that speed. I got one last look at it as I was wheeled towards the ambulance. As I went past the still open car door I watched my airbag puff out into action, almost mocking me. Stand easy soldier, the danger is over, thanks for the help though. I never thought my car would turn on me. Zerbrowski doubled over with laughter; I gave him the finger.

[Ti88]

well i wander what the heck she hit. sounds pretty creepy. the air bag bit had me laughing.

[Island Breeze]

That was awesome! I can't imagine what she hit! It must have been the Hulk or something! The Hulk as a vampire maybe!

You made me laugh with this:

"You look like shit." he informed me.

"Thanks. So do you. At least I have an excuse."

"I look like..." he trailed off thinking I'd been serious. "I think you've got brain damage." he finished, preening himself.

And again with this:

As I went past the still open car door I watched my airbag puff out into action, almost mocking me. Stand easy soldier, the danger is over, thanks for the help though. I never thought my car would turn on me. Zerbrowski doubled over with laughter; I gave him the finger.

ROTFLMAO That was great!

[majiklmoon]

dang, can you post a few more parts, I want to nominate this for best general fan fic