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mhalachaiThe first three of a planned 26 ficlettes are presented for you. Two are Inevitable related. Enjoy.
Title: Red Light
Characters: Cherry and a lycanthropic nurse to be named later. Anita Blake universe.
Disclaimer: All Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. I am only borrowing them for a short while and am receiving nothing.
Author's Note: Takes place before Cherry was infected with lycanthropy. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparrow015
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Cherry didn't look up when the nurse came into the room. She’d done it a hundred times at her own hospital. Check the vitals, then leave the patient to their pain.
She'd been on her way to the zoo, to see her brother and his family. The other car had run a red light, right into her. Now, her leg gone, her life was over.
I'd give anything, anything at all, just to have my leg back, Cherry thought.
The nurse finished with the IV and stood by the bed. "Cherry? I'm Elizabeth. Can I talk to you about something?"
--fin
Title: Never Much Liked A Mystery
Characters: Edward, reference to Harry Potter
Disclaimer: All Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. All Harry Potter charactrers belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing them for a short while and am receiving nothing.
Author's Note: An Inevitable ficlette (okay, a teaser). Formonique_chan
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Edward was a very methodical man. He knew how people were, even if he wasn't really a part of their world. People were sloppy, leaving bits of themselves all around. High school yearbooks, sports teams, job applications, letters, rent cheques, visits to the dentist. In the last few years, the internet had made it even easier to find a person.
So when Edward couldn't find a trace of the boy, he was uneasy and more than a little puzzled.
He turned off his computer screen and frowned into the blackness. All he could find on the boy began in August, when Harry James Potter of Surrey flew with his guardians from England to St. Louis. He'd popped up on the police files after the sorcerer was killed, and Edward knew that he had been living in Anita's house. But that was it.
People didn't appear from nothing, not like this.
Edward stood up and picked up the plain white coffee mug from the desk. The liquid in it had gone cold while he was engaged in his futile search. While he walked toward the kitchen, he reviewed what he knew about the boy.
The few photographs he had secured of the kid had erased any doubt in Edward's mind that the boy really was Anita's pet vampire's offspring. But that only deepened the mystery. The boy's father didn't seem to exist, and information on his mother was just as patchy as on her son.
Edward poured himself more coffee from the machine. More than anything, he hated a mystery. This boy was a mystery. How he saved Anita, when Edward himself had been too late, was a mystery.
Taking a gulp of the tepid coffee, Edward came to a decision. He had a contact in England, one he'd been hesitant to use. The man was crazy, unstable. But he could learn things that Edward could not.
Edward put his mug in the sink. He had a call to make.
--fin
Title: In The Dark
Characters: Anita, Jean-Claude
Disclaimer: All Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. I am only borrowing them for a short while and am receiving nothing.
Author's Note: Takes place between chapters 27 and 28 and of Inevitable. Forsamira_86.
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She sleeps.
Carefully, so as not to wake Anita, Jean-Claude pulled the sheet up over her shoulder, then adjusted the blanket so she would not get cold. Only then did he lie beside her, watching the candlelight flicker on her skin.
He had never come so close to losing her as he had from the Witch's curse. After these long years, he had finally broken through Anita's defences. She had finally admitted that she did not see him as a monster, but as a man. In her eyes, his humanity was redeemed. He had thought nothing would break them apart.
Although it might disturb her sleep, Jean-Claude caressed Anita's cheek with a feather-light touch. He had touched her like this a million times, it seemed, and yet every touch was a new miracle. Was this what love was? he often wondered. Such gentle trust in the dark?
He knew it was the magic that had made Anita the way she was, paranoid and fearful. But when she had threatened to kill him, pointing a gun at him, it was only her nature, however warped by the magic. To protect her people from the monsters.
Anita whimpered in her sleep, and Jean-Claude gathered her to him, whispering softly to her in French. As he held her against his body, she relaxed and fell back into a deeper sleep.
Jean-Claude had thought he had know love, before, and in a way he had loved Asher and Julianna. But now that he had Anita, he truly understood the rage Asher had harboured for him all those years. If he lost Anita, he suspected he would never be able to forgive anyone, himself included, who failed to save her.
The dawn was drawing near, and Jean-Claude knew he should send for Jason, so Anita would not wake alone, cold and in the dark. But he remained, feeling the warmth from his love's body, to take the memory of her with him to his coffin that day.
--fin
Title: Red Light
Characters: Cherry and a lycanthropic nurse to be named later. Anita Blake universe.
Disclaimer: All Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. I am only borrowing them for a short while and am receiving nothing.
Author's Note: Takes place before Cherry was infected with lycanthropy. For
sparrow015Cherry didn't look up when the nurse came into the room. She’d done it a hundred times at her own hospital. Check the vitals, then leave the patient to their pain.
She'd been on her way to the zoo, to see her brother and his family. The other car had run a red light, right into her. Now, her leg gone, her life was over.
I'd give anything, anything at all, just to have my leg back, Cherry thought.
The nurse finished with the IV and stood by the bed. "Cherry? I'm Elizabeth. Can I talk to you about something?"
Title: Never Much Liked A Mystery
Characters: Edward, reference to Harry Potter
Disclaimer: All Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. All Harry Potter charactrers belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing them for a short while and am receiving nothing.
Author's Note: An Inevitable ficlette (okay, a teaser). For
monique_chanEdward was a very methodical man. He knew how people were, even if he wasn't really a part of their world. People were sloppy, leaving bits of themselves all around. High school yearbooks, sports teams, job applications, letters, rent cheques, visits to the dentist. In the last few years, the internet had made it even easier to find a person.
So when Edward couldn't find a trace of the boy, he was uneasy and more than a little puzzled.
He turned off his computer screen and frowned into the blackness. All he could find on the boy began in August, when Harry James Potter of Surrey flew with his guardians from England to St. Louis. He'd popped up on the police files after the sorcerer was killed, and Edward knew that he had been living in Anita's house. But that was it.
People didn't appear from nothing, not like this.
Edward stood up and picked up the plain white coffee mug from the desk. The liquid in it had gone cold while he was engaged in his futile search. While he walked toward the kitchen, he reviewed what he knew about the boy.
The few photographs he had secured of the kid had erased any doubt in Edward's mind that the boy really was Anita's pet vampire's offspring. But that only deepened the mystery. The boy's father didn't seem to exist, and information on his mother was just as patchy as on her son.
Edward poured himself more coffee from the machine. More than anything, he hated a mystery. This boy was a mystery. How he saved Anita, when Edward himself had been too late, was a mystery.
Taking a gulp of the tepid coffee, Edward came to a decision. He had a contact in England, one he'd been hesitant to use. The man was crazy, unstable. But he could learn things that Edward could not.
Edward put his mug in the sink. He had a call to make.
Title: In The Dark
Characters: Anita, Jean-Claude
Disclaimer: All Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. I am only borrowing them for a short while and am receiving nothing.
Author's Note: Takes place between chapters 27 and 28 and of Inevitable. For
samira_86.She sleeps.
Carefully, so as not to wake Anita, Jean-Claude pulled the sheet up over her shoulder, then adjusted the blanket so she would not get cold. Only then did he lie beside her, watching the candlelight flicker on her skin.
He had never come so close to losing her as he had from the Witch's curse. After these long years, he had finally broken through Anita's defences. She had finally admitted that she did not see him as a monster, but as a man. In her eyes, his humanity was redeemed. He had thought nothing would break them apart.
Although it might disturb her sleep, Jean-Claude caressed Anita's cheek with a feather-light touch. He had touched her like this a million times, it seemed, and yet every touch was a new miracle. Was this what love was? he often wondered. Such gentle trust in the dark?
He knew it was the magic that had made Anita the way she was, paranoid and fearful. But when she had threatened to kill him, pointing a gun at him, it was only her nature, however warped by the magic. To protect her people from the monsters.
Anita whimpered in her sleep, and Jean-Claude gathered her to him, whispering softly to her in French. As he held her against his body, she relaxed and fell back into a deeper sleep.
Jean-Claude had thought he had know love, before, and in a way he had loved Asher and Julianna. But now that he had Anita, he truly understood the rage Asher had harboured for him all those years. If he lost Anita, he suspected he would never be able to forgive anyone, himself included, who failed to save her.
The dawn was drawing near, and Jean-Claude knew he should send for Jason, so Anita would not wake alone, cold and in the dark. But he remained, feeling the warmth from his love's body, to take the memory of her with him to his coffin that day.