SARA PEZZINI vs. ANITA BLAKE
DISCLAIMER: If I actually owned any of these characters I would be rich. Unfortunately I do not, and therefore I'm not rich! SO SUE ME NOT!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yay, this update didn't take as long as the last one. . . hehehe. Any-who, on with the story!
CHAPTER 7 - Cookies Anyone?
As I walked farther down the hallway, the walls slowly closed in. I have never been claustrophobic, but saying that now would be swaying far from the truth. Something about this place didn't seem right. Why would it? The Master of the City, known as Naranjana, lives in this place along with her other bloodsuckers.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, ma cherie." Mr. Blondie came up behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. If it had been anyone else I would have cut the hand with my trusty Witchblade. He was different, I don't know why either. All I wanted to do was take his hand in mine, run my tongue over his pale skin. What girl wouldn't?
"I'm not scared." Sara Pezzini in denial? No. . .
"Is it just me or do any of you smell cookies?" I looked over at Jason, who was sniffing the air, breathing it in so hard I thought his lungs would explode from the pressure.
"It must be your imagination," I replied.
"This isn't the time to be thinking about cookies," Anita snapped. There was a Browning in her hand. Hell, I didn't even have my gun out.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen." A tall, pale, skinny red head came around the corner of the hallway. Hmm. . . call it a hunch, but I bet he was a vampire. "Naranjana is waiting for you. Please, follow me."
I looked over at Jean Claude, who was dressed up more than the rest of us. He had a red silk shirt on, tightly covering his lean body, black leather pants accompanied with the leather jacket to match. Damn, the guy dresses better than I do. "We will follow," he said with a smile, managing to hide the fangs.
Maybe it was me, but Carrot Top didn't seem to be all that trusting. Of course that wide smile and "Come hither" look could be a clue. Unfortunately, we followed him down the hallway, slowly stepping into the dark where the cheap florescent lights no longer reached. Yeah, I didn't like this place.
Blondie leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear, almost causing me to giggle. I fought the urge to rise up on my toes just to feel his lips bush against my skin. "You need not to worry," he whispered in my ear and then pointed at the Witchblade. If he thought that this was comforting well he was wrong. Having his arms around me, cuddling me and keeping the bloodsuckers away was more comfort. Somehow I doubt if he was willing to do that. A girl has to hope, though.
"If you have any Holy items on you, please take them off." Carrot Top pointed at a young blonde girl, possibly sixteen years old but hard to tell. She was carrying a box in her hands with a sign that said, "Holy Items Check Out." How cute is that? They have their own personal check out girl.
"Here," Anita took off her cross necklace. She didn't want to give it up; I could tell in her eyes that it was special to her. I couldn't help but wonder how Jean Claude was able to kiss her with it around her neck though.
Carrot Top opened the door behind him, spilling bright light through the slits. I could smell cookies; it wasn't just Jason's imagination. "Come in, come in." A low, female voice came from inside. It had a soothing quality to it, almost like an alto singer. I could picture the voice belonging to a mother reading her children to sleep, I knew it wasn't that innocent.
Anita walked in first, I soon followed after her. Shock was shown on both of our faces when we entered. The room was a kitchen, decorated like something you would see on a 50s television show. "You must excuse me, my tigers were getting hungry." The owner of that mother-like voice was beautiful in a classical way. She was older looking, between fifty and sixty, didn't look like a vampire.
I watched her closely as she went over to the oven, pulling out a cookie sheet with chocolate chip cookies on it. Their smell filled the room, causing hunger, or plain want, to rise. The weretigers were sitting at the table, waiting for the woman to serve them. All of them had smiles on their faces, except for one. He glared at me and then at the rest of us, not happy with what he saw.
"Jean Claude it is so good to see you again." The woman's voice caused my attention to drift away from the weretiger. Anita was surprised as I was when Jean Claude walked over to her and hugged her, like he was hugging his mother or grandmother. "It's been years since the last meeting with The Council, has it not?"
Jean Claude smiled, looking almost content, "Yes it has." He quickly eyed Anita, confirming her that it was okay to put the gun away. She was hesitant, but managed to do so. "We have come to seek information, Naranjana."
"This is Naranjana?" Everyone turned and looked at me. Naranjana smiled at me, a smile that you would expect from a mother that is dealing with her naïve child. "I was expecting the Master of the City to look . . . you know . . . like a vampire."
She laughed at me, clearly amused with my ignorance. "Oh Jean Claude, your friend amuses me." Her hands raised the cookie sheet in an offering manner. "Would you like a cookie?"
"No thanks." I tried to sound bitter, mean, anything but young or innocent-like; unfortunately, it didn't work. Her smiling, motherly face prevented it. I couldn't be mean to someone like that looked like a mother.
"I know why you are here, Jean Claude." She almost started to speak again, then suddenly stopped. I looked at her eyes, they went from happy to sad in mere seconds. Her eyes were on Blondie. "Asher." Asher? Is that his name? He smiled at her while creeping into the shadows, trying to hide from others' views. I knew that it was because of his scars; the act caused chills to flow down my spine and my nurturing nature to rise. "The mystery lycanthropes are bothering you."
It was hard to turn my direction from him, but I needed to talk to Naranjana. Business before pleasure; well most of the time. "Mr. Irons said that you know who they are."
"Yes." It was an uncomfortable subject; I could see it in her eyes. "They are not like other lycanthropes. They can change forms numerous of times within minutes, not hurting themselves while in the process." Change forms? Not hurting? If I didn't look confused than I should.
"Change forms?" Anita seemed as clueless as me. That is not good. "Their not a specific type of species?"
"No." Naranjana stood up and walked over to her. "I met their leader a couple of months ago. He was beyond evil, no words can describe him."
"What is his name?" At least I can do something with a name.
"Rakesh." She smiled at me, big brown eyes staring at me with what looked like concern. "He will send more to kill you."
"Good." I looked over at Anita, as well as everyone else in the room. "We will be waiting." Do I smell a plan a cooking up?
NEXT CHAPTER: Rub-A-Dub-Dub, I'm In The Tub!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just to answer some comments or questions . . .
HeatherRose1 - I'm so glad that you like it. I hope you enjoy this one as well! Thanks, for the addresses, I will go and check them out. I've been looking for some places to post the fics on.
Obscure - I know that if I had the ardeur it would definitely go haywire around Gabe and Ian! * Yum Yum Yum * Fansites with pics? Witchblade or AB?
LaFemmeLurker - Aww . . . you are so sweet. Your comments bring a smile to my face. * Inserts Blushing Smiles * An orgy? LMAO!!! Hmm. . . I might thank about that. I assure you that in the next chapter there will be some action going on.
Mac - I'm glad you like it. Hope you enjoy the new addition!
Tweetie Pie - I know, it makes me sad too. I really enjoyed a lot of those AB fics. Any-who, hope you like the new addition! And thank you!
DISCLAIMER: If I actually owned any of these characters I would be rich. Unfortunately I do not, and therefore I'm not rich! SO SUE ME NOT!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yay, this update didn't take as long as the last one. . . hehehe. Any-who, on with the story!
CHAPTER 7 - Cookies Anyone?
As I walked farther down the hallway, the walls slowly closed in. I have never been claustrophobic, but saying that now would be swaying far from the truth. Something about this place didn't seem right. Why would it? The Master of the City, known as Naranjana, lives in this place along with her other bloodsuckers.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, ma cherie." Mr. Blondie came up behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. If it had been anyone else I would have cut the hand with my trusty Witchblade. He was different, I don't know why either. All I wanted to do was take his hand in mine, run my tongue over his pale skin. What girl wouldn't?
"I'm not scared." Sara Pezzini in denial? No. . .
"Is it just me or do any of you smell cookies?" I looked over at Jason, who was sniffing the air, breathing it in so hard I thought his lungs would explode from the pressure.
"It must be your imagination," I replied.
"This isn't the time to be thinking about cookies," Anita snapped. There was a Browning in her hand. Hell, I didn't even have my gun out.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen." A tall, pale, skinny red head came around the corner of the hallway. Hmm. . . call it a hunch, but I bet he was a vampire. "Naranjana is waiting for you. Please, follow me."
I looked over at Jean Claude, who was dressed up more than the rest of us. He had a red silk shirt on, tightly covering his lean body, black leather pants accompanied with the leather jacket to match. Damn, the guy dresses better than I do. "We will follow," he said with a smile, managing to hide the fangs.
Maybe it was me, but Carrot Top didn't seem to be all that trusting. Of course that wide smile and "Come hither" look could be a clue. Unfortunately, we followed him down the hallway, slowly stepping into the dark where the cheap florescent lights no longer reached. Yeah, I didn't like this place.
Blondie leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear, almost causing me to giggle. I fought the urge to rise up on my toes just to feel his lips bush against my skin. "You need not to worry," he whispered in my ear and then pointed at the Witchblade. If he thought that this was comforting well he was wrong. Having his arms around me, cuddling me and keeping the bloodsuckers away was more comfort. Somehow I doubt if he was willing to do that. A girl has to hope, though.
"If you have any Holy items on you, please take them off." Carrot Top pointed at a young blonde girl, possibly sixteen years old but hard to tell. She was carrying a box in her hands with a sign that said, "Holy Items Check Out." How cute is that? They have their own personal check out girl.
"Here," Anita took off her cross necklace. She didn't want to give it up; I could tell in her eyes that it was special to her. I couldn't help but wonder how Jean Claude was able to kiss her with it around her neck though.
Carrot Top opened the door behind him, spilling bright light through the slits. I could smell cookies; it wasn't just Jason's imagination. "Come in, come in." A low, female voice came from inside. It had a soothing quality to it, almost like an alto singer. I could picture the voice belonging to a mother reading her children to sleep, I knew it wasn't that innocent.
Anita walked in first, I soon followed after her. Shock was shown on both of our faces when we entered. The room was a kitchen, decorated like something you would see on a 50s television show. "You must excuse me, my tigers were getting hungry." The owner of that mother-like voice was beautiful in a classical way. She was older looking, between fifty and sixty, didn't look like a vampire.
I watched her closely as she went over to the oven, pulling out a cookie sheet with chocolate chip cookies on it. Their smell filled the room, causing hunger, or plain want, to rise. The weretigers were sitting at the table, waiting for the woman to serve them. All of them had smiles on their faces, except for one. He glared at me and then at the rest of us, not happy with what he saw.
"Jean Claude it is so good to see you again." The woman's voice caused my attention to drift away from the weretiger. Anita was surprised as I was when Jean Claude walked over to her and hugged her, like he was hugging his mother or grandmother. "It's been years since the last meeting with The Council, has it not?"
Jean Claude smiled, looking almost content, "Yes it has." He quickly eyed Anita, confirming her that it was okay to put the gun away. She was hesitant, but managed to do so. "We have come to seek information, Naranjana."
"This is Naranjana?" Everyone turned and looked at me. Naranjana smiled at me, a smile that you would expect from a mother that is dealing with her naïve child. "I was expecting the Master of the City to look . . . you know . . . like a vampire."
She laughed at me, clearly amused with my ignorance. "Oh Jean Claude, your friend amuses me." Her hands raised the cookie sheet in an offering manner. "Would you like a cookie?"
"No thanks." I tried to sound bitter, mean, anything but young or innocent-like; unfortunately, it didn't work. Her smiling, motherly face prevented it. I couldn't be mean to someone like that looked like a mother.
"I know why you are here, Jean Claude." She almost started to speak again, then suddenly stopped. I looked at her eyes, they went from happy to sad in mere seconds. Her eyes were on Blondie. "Asher." Asher? Is that his name? He smiled at her while creeping into the shadows, trying to hide from others' views. I knew that it was because of his scars; the act caused chills to flow down my spine and my nurturing nature to rise. "The mystery lycanthropes are bothering you."
It was hard to turn my direction from him, but I needed to talk to Naranjana. Business before pleasure; well most of the time. "Mr. Irons said that you know who they are."
"Yes." It was an uncomfortable subject; I could see it in her eyes. "They are not like other lycanthropes. They can change forms numerous of times within minutes, not hurting themselves while in the process." Change forms? Not hurting? If I didn't look confused than I should.
"Change forms?" Anita seemed as clueless as me. That is not good. "Their not a specific type of species?"
"No." Naranjana stood up and walked over to her. "I met their leader a couple of months ago. He was beyond evil, no words can describe him."
"What is his name?" At least I can do something with a name.
"Rakesh." She smiled at me, big brown eyes staring at me with what looked like concern. "He will send more to kill you."
"Good." I looked over at Anita, as well as everyone else in the room. "We will be waiting." Do I smell a plan a cooking up?
NEXT CHAPTER: Rub-A-Dub-Dub, I'm In The Tub!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just to answer some comments or questions . . .
HeatherRose1 - I'm so glad that you like it. I hope you enjoy this one as well! Thanks, for the addresses, I will go and check them out. I've been looking for some places to post the fics on.
Obscure - I know that if I had the ardeur it would definitely go haywire around Gabe and Ian! * Yum Yum Yum * Fansites with pics? Witchblade or AB?
LaFemmeLurker - Aww . . . you are so sweet. Your comments bring a smile to my face. * Inserts Blushing Smiles * An orgy? LMAO!!! Hmm. . . I might thank about that. I assure you that in the next chapter there will be some action going on.
Mac - I'm glad you like it. Hope you enjoy the new addition!
Tweetie Pie - I know, it makes me sad too. I really enjoyed a lot of those AB fics. Any-who, hope you like the new addition! And thank you!