Prompt #007 - What Was Your Greatest Loss? voicesinmyhead

She knew as she woke up that something was dreadfully wrong. She could feel it like a heavy weight in her stomach. Her beast was moving restlessly through her. At first, she wasn't sure what had awakened her, but then it hit her.

Micah wasn't in bed with her.

She moved from the loft bedroom and down to the lower level. "Micah?" There was no answer. She didn't even sense any thing from him like she usually did. "Micah?! Micah where are you?!"

There were smears of something in the living room... on the carpet.

She touched her fingers to a smear and then jerked her hand back as if she had been burned. It was still wet and it smelled of blood.

She wasn't aware of frantically tearing things apart as her beast came fully awake... frantic and mindless. She moved through the house, shoving things aside, calling his name.

In the end, she curled among the parts what was left of the couch she had torn apart and tried to fight back the screams that wanted to come out.

Micah... Something had happened. Something wrong. He never would have just left her. Something had happened while she lay sleeping.

How had she slept through it?

She felt both Jean -Claude and Richard come to her through the marks... one concerned and worried ... one radiating concern and hungry anger.

~Petite?~ ~Anita?~

~Talk to me.~ ~What are you doing?~

NO! her beast roared out in pained anger as she threw them back, closing the marks as she did so. The pain was too much.

Micah...

Anita covered her face with her hands as she screamed, and then screamed again.


Muse: Anita Blake
Words: 293
Fandom: "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" by Laurell K Hamilton

023 - Do you believe in an Afterlife? -- voicesinmyhead

023 - Do you believe in an Afterlife? What do you expect to find when you get there?


That's a funny question in my head.

You see, my perceptions of life and death are a bit more flexible than most people's. It has to be in my line of work... in my life... in my experiences.

I'm the Vampire Executioner... and a Federal Marshall that is often called in to deal with issues that the normal police cannot.

From what I have been told, I have died at least twice and... there was nothing afterwards. I didn't see any of the bright lights people talk about. There were no people that I had lost welcoming me there.

There was nothing.

So, no, I do not believe in an Afterlife.


Muse: Anita Blake
Fandom: "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" by Laurell K Hamilton
Words: 111

My greatest fear? Becoming worse than the monsters... becoming the creature that Richard already thinks that I am.

Richard already thinks I'm too close to what he calls the monsters -- even though in a technical sense, he's one too. Then again, he thinks Edward is a monster, too.

I've gotten better at accepting who I am -- something that I don't think Richard ever will. I'm the sweetie of a vampire master... and the physical and spiritual mate of a Leopard king. This doesn't take into account my relationship with Asher... or Damian or Nathaniel or...

Am I monster?

I don't know, but I don't think so.

I don't hesitate to do whatever I feel I have to do to protect me and mine. I have seen too much death and destruction and I don't want to lose anyone else.

I don't want to die, either.

I don't enjoy killing, but that doesn't mean I won't hesitate to do so if I have to.

Yeah, I'm afraid of becoming worse than the monsters...

...but I also think I have people around me who would put me down if that ever became the case.



Muse: Anita Blake
Fandom: "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter"
Words: 194

voicesinmyhead #1 Who Am I?

Who Am I?

I have been called a great many things in my lifetime. My own family tends to shy away from any interaction with me -- which I don't always have a problem with. My stepmother, Judith, and I are from two different worlds. Hers is pink and fluffy and mine... mine isn't.

I'm a Necromancer. I can raise the dead. That's not really the type of daughter you invite over to have dinner with the family or meet your friends.

My friends? They scare her.

My name is Anita, but most Supernatural denizens know me by another name -- at least the vampires do.

The Executioner.

I'm the vampire world's equivalent to the Boogie Man. Young vampires are told by their sires to behave themselves or The Executioner will get them.

For the longest time, that title served me well. I worked with the police department of St. Louis and I was the one they called in when there was something that needed to be put down. They would get me a kill warrant, and there I was.

Yes, a kill warrant. You cannot just go around freely hunting down vampires. They have rights. The Supreme Court recognized them as United States Citizens and they have rights. Once upon a time, I was very much against that decision. I had seen what vampires can do -- legally or rogue. Every scar I carry, I can tell you exactly how I got.

Things change. I changed.

I'm the number one sweetie of the Master of the City. Technically, I'm also his human servant. Technically. I bare his marks... but he also shares my power, too. The bond between me and Jean-Claude is not something that most can explain.

Then again, no one can explain how come I carry six different kinds of Lycanthropy in my blood and don't turn furry -- or why I have a beast just like any other Lycanthrope... and am still mostly human.

The man I can call my best friend will also be my worst enemy if it comes down to it. He is also the only one that I trust with my death. He'll make sure it's done right so I won't be able to be turned into something that I would hate. He's an admitted sociopath... but then again, I guess I ahve become one, too.

I'm Nimir-Ra of the local leopard pard... and you do not fuck with them. The leopards are mine and I won't put up with them being hurt... by anyone. Just ask Richard about me pulling a knife on him and cutting him when he threatened Nathaniel.

Micah is my Nimir-Raj... the mate chosen by my beast. I also love him. Love and relationships have never been something that I understand or have been good at. Give me a gun and let me track down the thing I'm supposed to kill, and I'm fine. Emotions confuse me. However, things work really well between Micah and I. He doesn't get jelaous of the others in my life... and he loves me for whatever I am. He loves me for everything from my cold-blooded practicality to my stuffed penguin collection.

I'm also the chosen Lupa of the local Werewolf Pack, as well. I was once engaged to Richard, their Ulfric. Things didn't go so well between he and I. He thinks I'm more of a monster than he is because of the things I am willing to do to stay alive -- and keep those around me alive. I should no longer be the Lupa... but the Pack likes me just fine. They respect everything I've tried to do for them... and the times I have almost lost my life due to my ties to them. I'm also their official Bolverk... their assassin. I will do the things that Richard cannot bring himself to do for the safety of the Pack.

I am part of two Triumverates of power. One with Jean-Claude and Richard... and another I accidentally formed with Damian and Nathaniel. No, I do not know how a human can have a vampire servant, but most humans are not me.

I have love for two powerful vampires... Jean-Claude and Asher. Again, don't ask me questions that I do not know how to answer. They are mine.. and no one will threaten them.

Who am I?

Anita Blake.

Executioner. Federal Marshall. Nimir-Ra. Lupa. Necromancer.

Still human.

Mostly.


Muse: Anita Blake
Fandom: "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" by Laurell K Hamilton
Words: 739