Disclaimer: Cover image for the story and all characters, powers, places, and overall setting of Anita Blake are the creation of Laurell Hamiliton. Other characters and powers, such as Mizelle, Rya, and the elementals, are of my own creation. Please review, review, review it gives such inspiration. I do not have a beta so please forgive any grammatical errors. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy!

Mizelle POV

I was sitting on my couch as a werewolf raided my fridge destroying the last of my jambalaya. We had arrived in record time James showing off with his reflexes almost making us crash several times on the highway. It was sunset now. I had turned my phone off as soon as we left fearing, well more like dreading, whatever message I would get from the two vampires I had left.

"So how did you meet my Ulfric and the Master of the City?" James asked as he sat down next to me shoving a large amount of food into his mouth. He loved my cooking. We had oddly lived together for a while, after some issues. It was one of the few times I lived without my father since leaving Rya.

"Wait, I thought that he wasn't the Ulfirc?" I quickly corrected remembering that Anita had mentioned that to me earlier.

"Well he isn't only because he won't kill our current Ulfirc, most of the pack hates him for that of course. You still haven't answered my question though." He said looking at her.

"Well, that seems ridiculous to me, but yea Anita set us up on a blind date. Ugh. "I added laughing a little. "Jean-Claude is my arrogant boss."

"You would come to town, meet the most powerful people and have them all falling at your feet." He said quickly finishing the last bite of his food. He moved and started washing the dishes. I chuckled at that, he was usually really bad at getting that done.

"I did not do it on purpose. Apparently dearest daddy sent my resume to Mr. Arrogant before he died. They had been waiting for me for two weeks." I responded rolling my eyes and folding my arms across my chest as I fell back on the couch.

James looked at me as if I had spoken blasphemy. "What the hell? Are you serious? Why would he do that? There's no point to it." He had moved quickly back to me placing a hand on my knee as I sat curled up on the couch.

"Well since the jerk is dead now, I don't think we shall ever know why." I said sighing a little. My father might not have been the best but he was the last living family member I had. The war had claimed the rest of us.

"That's crazy. I'm surprised the vampires haven't broken down the door yet." He said jokingly.

Less than a second later there was a loud pounding at my door and I shook my head, "You just had to jinx it."

I didn't eve move to open the door. I just sat there. James didn't move to open it either. I figured he didn't want to be the first person the vampires saw. It was probably a good idea too. I didn't want any one to get in trouble because of me. Especially, because I wanted them to bust me out of vampires lair.

We both looked like two deer caught in headlights since neither of us were even attempting to move towards the door. Apparently, we were taking too long to make a decision because my door busted open. I do mean burst too. The door flew off the hinges and landed next to my fridge in the kitchen. Vampires usually didn't show off their strength like that, their speed sure but not their strength. Jean-Claude must be pissed. Uh-oh.

Jean-Claude walked in as if he was calm, but there was a fire clearly evident in his eyes which gave me slight chills. Asher walked in right behind him looking more disappointed than anything. Surprisingly, I felt myself grow more worried about that look than the very angry vampire that had walked into my apartment.

"James, remove yourself from the room before I do it for you." Jean-Claude said walking further towards me. Asher had leaned on the wall simply watching as if this time he wouldn't try and stop Jean-Claude and me from fighting. Asher had never just walked in a room, where I was, like that before since we became friends. I was really in trouble.

I knew James wasn't going to move though; it made me happy and slightly worried all at the same time.

"Master, please don't make me do that." He asked slightly. My face must have been hilarious to see because I was shocked he had just called Jean-Claude master. Asher had chuckled softly across the room.

"Hold the hell up, master?" I asked looking at James. James looked down, sighing. I knew that meant "sorry" but still he could have warned me. I really didn't want Jean-Claude to answer me. I had a feeling he would set me off again, maybe this was why I needed anger management I needed to gain better control of my powers.

James sighed and looked at me. "I'm his wolf to call."

"So I guess his animal to call is a damn wolf then." I said shaking my head growing slightly angry.

Asher smiled. "Yes, that would be his animal to call."

I sighed and looked at Jean-Claude, worst idea in history. His eyes were staring into mine. I knew that if looks could kill I would have passed on long ago. Something told me though that it was finally my time though considering he seemed to no longer care who stayed or left.

"How dare you leave, and then on top of that only leave a note for Asher?" He screamed stepping closer to me. I took a deep breath analyzing my current position. There were no real escapes. I was sitting on a couch and this tall dude would definitely trap me in that area without a doubt. My powers were raging withing me, because I was anger beyond belief and scared slightly. A fist-to-fist fight with a vampire was not something I could ever win.

"There was no need to leave two notes when you only were going to read whatever I left for him anyway." I said softly looking across at Asher praying he understood. His concern and opinion was valued. I didn't want to leave without alerting him why I left.

He didn't seem too upset, hopefully understanding my reasoning; he seemed slightly prideful in that current moment. I assume it was due to the fact that he had been left an explanation for my disappearance. Jean-Claude had received nothing.

Jean-Claude growled. "Fine, then this shall be solved easily." He said turning to Asher. "You are forbidden to see her, to be near her, to text her, to call her, to have any communication with her whatsoever. You are to be as far from her as possible until I say otherwise."

"WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed jumping off the couch. Was Jean-Claude serious right now? I would not be prohibited from my friend. My eyes filled with power. James actually put his arm in front of me preventing me from getting closer to Jean-Claude. Probably a good idea, I was going to actually bitch slap a vampire if he hadn't. I hated him right now, more than ever. There went my only work friend. Anita would just talk about Jean-Claude. Something told me that I would see less of James as well, since James's was his wolf to call. I was going to fix this. I refuse to have another dictate my life my father did it for years it wasn't going to continue now that he was dead. I REFUSE.