Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Novel characters! All rights to them goes to Laurell K. Hamilton!
I walked down the dark narrow path, my eyes searching and my body braced for any threat or attack thrown my way. I was in a cemetery, and not to raise the dead, but to catch and kill a certain vampire. I, of course, had a warrant for his death, and it was simple enough to get after we had found multiple dead bodies in the place that he used to live in. My breaths came in short puffs, the frosty breeze making the air visible.
My boots made soft crunches as the leaves crumbled under my soles, my brown eyes wide as my arms slowly reached to grab the small pistol placed on my thigh holster. Feeling a slightly airy breath on my neck, I turned, my gun aimed and pointed at the area behind me. Nothing. Letting out a small sigh I lowered the gun, the hairs on my neck still standing as a warning sign for me to watch my back.
A deep, silent laughed echoed in my ear as my brown eyes widened, my auburn hair swaying in the breeze. "You shouldn't let your guard down Sabaska." Shoving my elbow into the man's abdomen, I leaped away, my gun cocked and my silver knife out and ready to spill the bastard's blood on the leafy ground. Without a second thought I fired, shooting the vampire until he was lying on the ground, crimson pooling the area around him.
"How do you know my name?" I asked, glaring at the young vamp as I stayed five feet away; I could easily kill him if he attacked me, after all, that's what the silver knife was for. Keeping the gun cocked I waited until he told me, frowning as he laughed.
"You're the daughter of Anita Blake. Of course I know who you are; everyone knows who you are." He stated, moving slightly to look up at me, a large psychotic grin plastered on his crazed yet beautiful face. "But I will be the one to suck you dry!" He yelled, stumbling to his feet and leaping at me. With my gun poised I smirked.
"Not today." I fired the pistol several times, each time getting him in the head. Bits of his used-to-be gorgeous head now spilled on the leaf blanket of the cemetery. Shoving my gun back into its holster and the knife in its sheath I turned around, walking back towards the black iron gates and to a black and silver motorbike. Grabbing the helmet and shoving it onto my head I cursed. "Great, now I smell like the dead. Mom's gonna kill me."
Speeding down the road I headed to where my father and ''master'' were. Guilty Pleasures. Yeah, I'm 17 and I am allowed in the vampire strip club. So what? My auburn - not red! - hair fanned out behind me, the wind making me feel as free as a bird. Me, free? As if! I'm the daughter of a necromance and vampire 'executioner'! I have a vampire master, Alex - and no, he is a guy not a girl - and one werewolf, Seth. As well as the wereleopard, Rowan, who wants to get me in bed. I am not a whore!
Pulling up in front of Guilty Pleasures I lifted my helmet, my dark brown eyes looking around. I get my hair from my father and my eyes from my mother, obviously! Mom doesnt have auburn hair and last time I checked dad had purple amethyst eyes.
Getting off the bike and walking up to the door I was stopped by the guard, a big and intimadating looking man. Vampire. "Hand over any silver and weapons." He stated, glaring at me as I took of the silver necklace. I may be a rebel but I still like to play it safe...sometimes.
Taking off my sheathed knife and gun, I attempted at walking through, although the guy lifted his arm, not allowing me passage. "You're too young. Beat it." He growled, fangs bared as he looked at me dangerously.
Sending him a glare of my own I hissed. "Outta my way fatso, I'm not in the mood." A figure stepped out; black hair and midnight blue eyes.
"Is there a problem?" Jean-Claude asked, glancing at me with a knowing look.
"No problem, I just wanna see dad is all." Pushing past the two vampires I came into the club, smirking as I saw my father on stage.
"I was wandering when you'd get here." A voice breathed into my ear, arms snaking their way around my waist.
"Alex." I replied, turning to face my so called "master", arms still wrapped around me.
He smirked, his silver eyes teasing and playful. His short brown hair curling at the nape of his neck. "Bastard. You cut your hair." I stated, glaring. I've been doing it a lot lately.
"Oh well." He murmured, kissing me forcefully.
I am Sabaska Rhuen Blake, daughter of Anita Blake and Nathaniel Graison. And I am your worst nightmare...or not.
