SARA PEZZINI vs. ANITA BLAKE
DISCLAIMER: The usual . . .
CHAPTER 1 - More Weird Crap!
I was in my office looking at the two visitors sitting in front of me. In mere seconds I went from working on supernatural cases to preternatural. Must have been my lucky day. The woman was around my age. As she continued looking around the room, studying the décor, I couldn't help but stare at the scars that ran down her left arm. Dolph did say that she was the best preternatural expert in the country; I guess that comes with a price.
The man sitting next to her had short blonde hair, a muscular frame, and a constant boyish smile on his face. I had to admit he was a cutie, a flirtatious one bound to get in trouble. "Dolph didn't mention that there would be someone with you."
She turned around and gave me a tired look. "Jason is a friend."
"I don't think he needs to be here if he isn't a cop." Jason gave me a sad look, disappointed by my statement.
"I am not a cop either," Anita said.
I got the feeling that her and me will not be getting along in the next few days. "To my knowledge he is no help to us in solving the murders. We need you, so I'm told, though."
"Jason is a lycanthrope, he can help."
"What makes you so sure that this pertains to wereanimals?"
"There were claw marks on the victims, for one thing. Plus, on the clothes there appears to be gook on them, from what I could tell from the pictures. When wereanimals shift, they produce a gook from their bodies. The lycanthrope must have shifted on top of her, and then killed her."
"What about a vampire? A vampire could have taken his, or her claws, ravaged the girl's body with them, then pour some gook on her." It sounded stupid even to me, but I didn't like the fact of having a civilian know things he shouldn't. He could be the murderer for all I know. Anita did say that he was a lycanthrope, after all.
"And why would the vampire want to do that?" She waited for me to answer and then continued, "Ms. Pezzini, the killer is a lycanthrope. And I assure you that Jason is not the murderer, he is only a friend."
"Sara. It's Sara." She nodded; I could see her lips slightly curl up. "What do we do?"
"First, we need to find out what type of wereanimal he or she is. After that, we find their alpha and have a little chit chat with him."
"Alpha?"
"It's like a master vampire, except it's a master wereanimal. They are the leaders of the packs or pards. If one of their people goes against orders, they deal with them." She looked over to Jason then back to me.
Hell, you learn something new everyday. "Are you an alpha?"
"No," he said while smiling.
I had to admit to myself that preternatural stuff is just way over my head. Hell, supernatural crap is way over my head. Sitting here listening to Ms. Blake talk about lycanthropes was like listening to Nottingham talk about the witchblade. Speaking of the devil himself.
"Mr. Irons has some information regarding your case, Sara." He walked up to my desk, wearing his usual black attire. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Just by looking at him, you could tell that he was a badass. I guess if you are as good as he is, you don't have to worry about disguising yourself. Well, at least that's what most assassins do, so I'm told.
"That's a surprise," I said. I looked over at Ms. Blake. Either she had something in her eye or she was batting her eyes at Nottingham. After I chuckled to myself, I redirected my attention to Nottingham. It appeared that he was looking at her, not in his usual "I can kill you with one finger" look, but with desire in his eyes. "Nottingham, what did Irons say?"
He hesitated before looking back at me. "He wants to speak with you at his office."
"Irons? As in Kenneth Irons, the man who owns half the city?" Jason asked with a hint of glee.
"Unfortunately, yes." More like Kenneth Irons, the devil incarnated himself who owns half the city. I could tell that Jason became a little happier. "You are not coming."
"Yes we are. Ms. Pezzi. . . Sara, may I remind you that we are helping you with this case. Whatever it is that this Mr. Irons has to say, we need to hear it for ourselves." Anita waited a moment before focusing, once more, on Nottingham.
"Mr. Irons will have no problem with your new partners joining you." I didn't know if I imagined it, but I think I saw Nottingham flash Anita a flirty smile. These two kiddies were looking at each other as if they used to be secret lovers.
"Fine, let's just go." Only Jason and I motioned to leave, Nottingham and Anita stayed where they were. The situation was testing my nerves, and it isn't good to test my nerves. "Now would be a good time!" The yelling was childish, I had to admit, but I didn't care.
ANITA BLAKE vs. SARA PEZZINI
I was sitting in a police station all the way in New York City. No, I wasn't in trouble. In fact, Dolph sent me here to help out a friend of his. Across from me sat Detective Sara Pezzini. She was very attractive, well built from exercise, with long brown hair. In a way she reminds me of myself, except taller. I could all ready tell that we were not going to get along.
"Dolph didn't mention that there would be someone with you," she stated.
I looked over at Jason before answering, "Jason is a friend."
"I don't think he needs to be here if he isn't a cop." Her questioning was getting annoying. Then, I realized that I would be doing the exact same thing, paranoia at its best.
"I'm not a cop either."
"To my knowledge he is no help to us in solving the murders. We need you, so I'm told, though." She was beginning to get an attitude, just what I need. I hopped on an airplane and flew what seemed like zillions of miles up in the air to deal with another detective with an attitude. Thanks Dolph!
I continued after a few moments of cooling down, "Jason is a lycanthrope, he can help."
"What makes you so sure that this pertains to wereanimals?"
"There were claw marks on the victims, for one thing. Plus, on the clothes there appears to be gook on them, from what I could tell from the pictures. When wereanimals shift, they produce a gook from their bodies. The lycanthrope must have shifted on top of her, and then killed her." I said in a monotone voice.
"What about a vampire? A vampire could have taken his, or her claws, ravaged the girl's body with them, then pour some gook on her."
Over the many years of doing what I do, I have come to terms that most people cannot tell the difference between a vampire victim and a lycanthrope one. But, this was ridiculous. "And why would the vampire want to do that?" I could tell that she was reconsidering her statement. I guess out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to ease up on her. "Ms. Pezzini, the killer is a lycanthrope. And I assure you that Jason is not the murderer, he is only a friend."
"Sara. It's Sara," she said. "What do we do?"
Sara was finally starting to cooperate. It would have taken me a longer time, so brownie points for her. "First, we need to find out what type of wereanimal he or she is. After that, we find their alpha and have a little chit chat with him."
"Alpha?"
It is hard explaining lycanthrope politics to people that do not interact with the preternatural. Oh hell, I interact with them and the politics still confuse me. "It's like a master vampire, except it's a master wereanimal. They are the leaders of the packs or pards. If one of their people goes against orders, they deal with them." I looked over at Jason and smiled. Talking about alphas and packs brought up memories of Richard. Why do I still think about him, I don't know? There is still that part of me deep down inside that still cares for him.
"Are you an alpha?" Sara's question brought me back to present reality.
I looked over at Jason and watched him smile that boyish smile of his at Sara. "No." That is always like Jason, flirting with every female insight. Now I was glad I brought him with me, he always lightens up the mood; brownie points for him.
"Mr. Irons has some information regarding your case, Sara." A tall man came walking in; he had dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. There was something about him that seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. When he turned around, I felt my body tighten. Whoever this was, was beautiful while still managing to maintain a masculine look. As I continued to stare at him, I realized why he looked familiar. His face was similar to Jean Claude's, except for the beard.
As soon as I thought of Jean Claude, I could feel him wake for the day, and along with him came the ardeur. The power started to rise up my body; this was not the time for this to be happening.
"That's a surprise," Sara stated to the man. I tried to keep my attention on the matter at hand, but I soon realized that the ardeur reached out to the stranger. He looked at me with desire in his eyes, causing the ardeur to react even more. "Nottingham, what did Irons say?" Sara was trying to get back to the case, good for her.
"He wants to speak with you at his office." The stranger, Nottingham, said in a low voice. My lower body reacted to his voice; it was soothing but doesn't stand a chance against Jean Claude's.
"Irons? As in Kenneth Irons, the man who owns half the city?" Jason asked with a hint of glee.
"Unfortunately, yes." Sara paused for a moment and said, " You are not coming."
"Yes we are. Ms. Pezzi. . . Sara, may I remind you that we are helping you with this case. Whatever it is that this Mr. Irons has to say, we need to hear it for ourselves." I returned my attention to Nottingham and realized that I didn't want to go. I didn't know if I could handle myself around him any longer. Each time I looked at him I felt like I could jump his bones right here and now.
"Mr. Irons will have no problem with your new partners joining you," he said while looking at me. Great, now I can't get out of this.
"Fine, let's just go." Sara jumped out of her chair and started walking out of the office, with Jason following close behind. Nottingham stayed exactly where he was, looking down at me. I tried not to look back at him, but was unable to do so. His gray eyes were drawing me in, or the ardeur, like a vampire does to humans. But I was immune to a vampire's gaze, thanks to the marks given by Jean Claude, and I knew Nottingham wasn't a vampire.
"Now would be a good time!" Sara yelled, making her anger noticeable. I have all ready managed to make a detective mad within fifteen minutes, a record even for me.
NEXT CHAPTER: Irons: Lycanthrope or Vampire?
DISCLAIMER: The usual . . .
CHAPTER 1 - More Weird Crap!
I was in my office looking at the two visitors sitting in front of me. In mere seconds I went from working on supernatural cases to preternatural. Must have been my lucky day. The woman was around my age. As she continued looking around the room, studying the décor, I couldn't help but stare at the scars that ran down her left arm. Dolph did say that she was the best preternatural expert in the country; I guess that comes with a price.
The man sitting next to her had short blonde hair, a muscular frame, and a constant boyish smile on his face. I had to admit he was a cutie, a flirtatious one bound to get in trouble. "Dolph didn't mention that there would be someone with you."
She turned around and gave me a tired look. "Jason is a friend."
"I don't think he needs to be here if he isn't a cop." Jason gave me a sad look, disappointed by my statement.
"I am not a cop either," Anita said.
I got the feeling that her and me will not be getting along in the next few days. "To my knowledge he is no help to us in solving the murders. We need you, so I'm told, though."
"Jason is a lycanthrope, he can help."
"What makes you so sure that this pertains to wereanimals?"
"There were claw marks on the victims, for one thing. Plus, on the clothes there appears to be gook on them, from what I could tell from the pictures. When wereanimals shift, they produce a gook from their bodies. The lycanthrope must have shifted on top of her, and then killed her."
"What about a vampire? A vampire could have taken his, or her claws, ravaged the girl's body with them, then pour some gook on her." It sounded stupid even to me, but I didn't like the fact of having a civilian know things he shouldn't. He could be the murderer for all I know. Anita did say that he was a lycanthrope, after all.
"And why would the vampire want to do that?" She waited for me to answer and then continued, "Ms. Pezzini, the killer is a lycanthrope. And I assure you that Jason is not the murderer, he is only a friend."
"Sara. It's Sara." She nodded; I could see her lips slightly curl up. "What do we do?"
"First, we need to find out what type of wereanimal he or she is. After that, we find their alpha and have a little chit chat with him."
"Alpha?"
"It's like a master vampire, except it's a master wereanimal. They are the leaders of the packs or pards. If one of their people goes against orders, they deal with them." She looked over to Jason then back to me.
Hell, you learn something new everyday. "Are you an alpha?"
"No," he said while smiling.
I had to admit to myself that preternatural stuff is just way over my head. Hell, supernatural crap is way over my head. Sitting here listening to Ms. Blake talk about lycanthropes was like listening to Nottingham talk about the witchblade. Speaking of the devil himself.
"Mr. Irons has some information regarding your case, Sara." He walked up to my desk, wearing his usual black attire. His long, dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Just by looking at him, you could tell that he was a badass. I guess if you are as good as he is, you don't have to worry about disguising yourself. Well, at least that's what most assassins do, so I'm told.
"That's a surprise," I said. I looked over at Ms. Blake. Either she had something in her eye or she was batting her eyes at Nottingham. After I chuckled to myself, I redirected my attention to Nottingham. It appeared that he was looking at her, not in his usual "I can kill you with one finger" look, but with desire in his eyes. "Nottingham, what did Irons say?"
He hesitated before looking back at me. "He wants to speak with you at his office."
"Irons? As in Kenneth Irons, the man who owns half the city?" Jason asked with a hint of glee.
"Unfortunately, yes." More like Kenneth Irons, the devil incarnated himself who owns half the city. I could tell that Jason became a little happier. "You are not coming."
"Yes we are. Ms. Pezzi. . . Sara, may I remind you that we are helping you with this case. Whatever it is that this Mr. Irons has to say, we need to hear it for ourselves." Anita waited a moment before focusing, once more, on Nottingham.
"Mr. Irons will have no problem with your new partners joining you." I didn't know if I imagined it, but I think I saw Nottingham flash Anita a flirty smile. These two kiddies were looking at each other as if they used to be secret lovers.
"Fine, let's just go." Only Jason and I motioned to leave, Nottingham and Anita stayed where they were. The situation was testing my nerves, and it isn't good to test my nerves. "Now would be a good time!" The yelling was childish, I had to admit, but I didn't care.
ANITA BLAKE vs. SARA PEZZINI
I was sitting in a police station all the way in New York City. No, I wasn't in trouble. In fact, Dolph sent me here to help out a friend of his. Across from me sat Detective Sara Pezzini. She was very attractive, well built from exercise, with long brown hair. In a way she reminds me of myself, except taller. I could all ready tell that we were not going to get along.
"Dolph didn't mention that there would be someone with you," she stated.
I looked over at Jason before answering, "Jason is a friend."
"I don't think he needs to be here if he isn't a cop." Her questioning was getting annoying. Then, I realized that I would be doing the exact same thing, paranoia at its best.
"I'm not a cop either."
"To my knowledge he is no help to us in solving the murders. We need you, so I'm told, though." She was beginning to get an attitude, just what I need. I hopped on an airplane and flew what seemed like zillions of miles up in the air to deal with another detective with an attitude. Thanks Dolph!
I continued after a few moments of cooling down, "Jason is a lycanthrope, he can help."
"What makes you so sure that this pertains to wereanimals?"
"There were claw marks on the victims, for one thing. Plus, on the clothes there appears to be gook on them, from what I could tell from the pictures. When wereanimals shift, they produce a gook from their bodies. The lycanthrope must have shifted on top of her, and then killed her." I said in a monotone voice.
"What about a vampire? A vampire could have taken his, or her claws, ravaged the girl's body with them, then pour some gook on her."
Over the many years of doing what I do, I have come to terms that most people cannot tell the difference between a vampire victim and a lycanthrope one. But, this was ridiculous. "And why would the vampire want to do that?" I could tell that she was reconsidering her statement. I guess out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to ease up on her. "Ms. Pezzini, the killer is a lycanthrope. And I assure you that Jason is not the murderer, he is only a friend."
"Sara. It's Sara," she said. "What do we do?"
Sara was finally starting to cooperate. It would have taken me a longer time, so brownie points for her. "First, we need to find out what type of wereanimal he or she is. After that, we find their alpha and have a little chit chat with him."
"Alpha?"
It is hard explaining lycanthrope politics to people that do not interact with the preternatural. Oh hell, I interact with them and the politics still confuse me. "It's like a master vampire, except it's a master wereanimal. They are the leaders of the packs or pards. If one of their people goes against orders, they deal with them." I looked over at Jason and smiled. Talking about alphas and packs brought up memories of Richard. Why do I still think about him, I don't know? There is still that part of me deep down inside that still cares for him.
"Are you an alpha?" Sara's question brought me back to present reality.
I looked over at Jason and watched him smile that boyish smile of his at Sara. "No." That is always like Jason, flirting with every female insight. Now I was glad I brought him with me, he always lightens up the mood; brownie points for him.
"Mr. Irons has some information regarding your case, Sara." A tall man came walking in; he had dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. There was something about him that seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. When he turned around, I felt my body tighten. Whoever this was, was beautiful while still managing to maintain a masculine look. As I continued to stare at him, I realized why he looked familiar. His face was similar to Jean Claude's, except for the beard.
As soon as I thought of Jean Claude, I could feel him wake for the day, and along with him came the ardeur. The power started to rise up my body; this was not the time for this to be happening.
"That's a surprise," Sara stated to the man. I tried to keep my attention on the matter at hand, but I soon realized that the ardeur reached out to the stranger. He looked at me with desire in his eyes, causing the ardeur to react even more. "Nottingham, what did Irons say?" Sara was trying to get back to the case, good for her.
"He wants to speak with you at his office." The stranger, Nottingham, said in a low voice. My lower body reacted to his voice; it was soothing but doesn't stand a chance against Jean Claude's.
"Irons? As in Kenneth Irons, the man who owns half the city?" Jason asked with a hint of glee.
"Unfortunately, yes." Sara paused for a moment and said, " You are not coming."
"Yes we are. Ms. Pezzi. . . Sara, may I remind you that we are helping you with this case. Whatever it is that this Mr. Irons has to say, we need to hear it for ourselves." I returned my attention to Nottingham and realized that I didn't want to go. I didn't know if I could handle myself around him any longer. Each time I looked at him I felt like I could jump his bones right here and now.
"Mr. Irons will have no problem with your new partners joining you," he said while looking at me. Great, now I can't get out of this.
"Fine, let's just go." Sara jumped out of her chair and started walking out of the office, with Jason following close behind. Nottingham stayed exactly where he was, looking down at me. I tried not to look back at him, but was unable to do so. His gray eyes were drawing me in, or the ardeur, like a vampire does to humans. But I was immune to a vampire's gaze, thanks to the marks given by Jean Claude, and I knew Nottingham wasn't a vampire.
"Now would be a good time!" Sara yelled, making her anger noticeable. I have all ready managed to make a detective mad within fifteen minutes, a record even for me.
NEXT CHAPTER: Irons: Lycanthrope or Vampire?