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