--Present-
Anita sat across from Edward, watching him listen to her story. She was sitting, leaning back in the chair, legs crossed. Jean-Claude had bought her a new wardrobe, after she'd been brought back to life. Her 'Body' had been taken care of. The girl that Jean-Claude had accidentally killed had been burned instead, and it was her ashes that Anita's family was mourning. She couldn't resume any of the old life. Part of her mourned that, but another part of her was glad. Something about being free, and being able to dump all previous relationships, except the really important ones was refreshing.
Her house had been transferred into the holdings of JC Corp. and things had changed. The long hair was staying, and getting red highlights soon. Her new wardrobe was slightly more fashionable than her old one, but still as practical and comfy. Black jeans were still the staple of her wardrobe, but the polo shirts were no more. As of now, Anita was wearing a casual navy green tank top, fairly low cut, under a black, long-sleeved silk shirt. Her wrist sheaths were still in their normal places, and the shirt hid the scars and the knives.
Jean-Claude wanted to pay to get the scars removed, probably by the same plastic surgeon that would do Asher's scars. Anita was unsure of it. The scars represented so much of Anita's life. They represented her change from the little girl who wanted a pink canopy bed, to the strong woman who would torture the bad guys to save the good guys.
But, the scars were extremely recognizable.
Jean-Claude also suggested she get a tan, but Anita had flat out refused to do that.
Edward took a sip of his coffee, eyeing her.
"So… what now?"
"Well, I have to become a different person. I have to become Anita Lee." Edward's mask twitched a bit. Something was bothering him. Anita could tell. His entire demeanor was stoic, and very Edward. But, as a Human Servant, Anita had many new insights into Edward. She could smell the lust on him. It had gradually built as she'd been talking about the preternatural orgy that had occurred when she'd been resurrected. She'd left the buttons on her shirt undone, and Edward had seemed to notice that. Anita fought back a smile, feeling Jean-Claude's power in her veins. Since becoming completely bound to the boys, her prudish nature had all but diminished. Something in her made her want to cuddle and nuzzle. The weres were constantly in her head, and Raina was there too, trying to control everything. But, Anita was wide open, and there were no walls. Rains had nothing to grab onto. Therefore, the dead bitch couldn't control anything.
"Anita Lee? You mean the name I gave you in Santa Fe?"
Anita nodded. "I need you to use your vast Sociopath resources to make me a new identity. One that will keep the public's eye off of me. At least long enough to kill Malcolm." Anita leaned forward, taking Edward's hand. It was warm and he only flinched slightly. "I'm glad you're here. Killing Malcolm will be so much more fun with my soul mate."Jean-Claude opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Things still weren't all there. But, something Anita was doing had woken him up. She was pulling on the marks, and it was an interesting sensation. It didn't even seem that she knew she was doing it. Whatever it was, Jean-Claude liked it. Anita's mind was warm, and inviting, but when Jean-Claude attempted to visit, he was gently pushed away. Then, sleep tugged at him again, and he was out.
Edward sat, watching Anita's mouth move as she said soul mate. Her lips were tinted a darker red than he'd ever seen them. Her pupils were dilated, and her shirt was gaping open. Edward pulled his hand back, taking a deep breath and trying not to think about the curve of her neck, the fall of her hair, or the smell of her skin. She stayed leaning over the table, arm outstretched. When he looked back, her eyes were on his, dark and piercing. He felt his body react with a fierceness that Donna had never achieved. He dropped his eyes, trying to get his mind and body under control.
The hell was happening? It was Anita? The only fantasy he'd ever had about her was watching her move as she drew her gun to shoot him, as they drew down on each other. Now, the fantasy had changed. Her body was moving in other ways, better ways. But it was just as deadly. Never get involved had been Edward's motto. Then, Donna had come along, with her sweet smile and total naivete. It had started out as just sex, and developed into something more.
"Edward." Anita's voice was inches away. Edward opened his eyes, and found himself staring at the flat expanse of Anita's stomach, under her dark green tank top. The black shirt had been removed, and all her scars were visible. He let his eyes roam over them, breath coming quicker. He hadn't even heard her move, and yet here she was, standing right in front of him.
"Look at me."
Her voice was commanding and Edward found himself staring into her eyes before he even knew he'd moved. Her hand came up, cupping his face and then, she was leaning in. Edward watched her move, almost in slow motion. His eyes drifted to her lips, watching them part, watching her tongue move out, to wet her lips. Just before she kissed him, she whispered.
"Show me your scars…"
That was all he could take.Richard tipped his head up, suddenly feeling a great warmth break out over him. He could feel something caressing his skin, and the unmistakable smell of Anita broke out over his skin and he gasped, silently. He dropped his head down, so any students watching wouldn't see him blush. His body was reacting, blood pumping, breath moving faster.
Anita's mind called out to his, and then Jean-Claude was there. The thrill of power broke out over him, inside him, twirling over every erogenous zone he had, and pumping through him. His body let go and he had to fight not to make noise. It felt like an orgasm, only without the messy aftereffects.
The glow subsided and everything was crystal clear. He could feel Jean-Claude's heart beating, quicker, and he could feel Anita's body against the carpet. It was like having a threesome, but being in each body. He swallowed thickly and worked at closing off the marks. Whatever had happened would have to be explained later.Anita let out a soft moan as she and Edward finished simultaneously. Anita had to fight not to crush him, legs wrapped around him. The heat was rising off of them in waves, and Edward's back was slick with sweat. Anita squeezed him once, digging nails into his back, trying not to pierce skin. She wanted to milk the feeling of the orgasm, trying to make the flexing muscles low in her body hold just a little longer, gape just a little wider. When she did, however, Edward's body shivered, and he lifted, pumping into her once again. He shivered, still ready for more, letting out a small sound. The sex had been amazing, and the carpet burns that both had were well worth the outcome.
Anita lifted to meet him, pressing her mouth against Edward's, forcing his open with her tongue, devouring him whole, touring his mouth with her tongue. His arms spasmed, and the support left him, his body dropping onto hers, breath pumping. Anita let out a satisfied breath, and twisted her neck to bury her face in his upper shoulder. He was breathing, and his skin was feverish. She bit him, very lightly, just to see the white mark her teeth left.
Somewhere during the thrusting, body-grinding fun, Anita had felt he marks open. Richard and Jean-Claude had felt the sex, and both been affected. Though, Jean-Claude had been asleep during. Anita suddenly let out a loud laugh, letting her tired body move with it, shocking Edward. She would've have given anything to see Jean-Claude wake up to a messed bed. Edward twisted just enough to see her profile, and Anita grinned.
"Yes?"
"Why…" It took him a bit to catch his breath, and Anita twisted, rolling him onto his back, drawing him out of her. His body jumped a little, and Anita sat up, straddling him. At the sight of her, he lost his breath again, and Anita smiled, right hand trailing a peculiar scar and ran the length of Edward left thigh. Her left hand rubbed his belly absently. She was still enthralled with his body. It was something that she'd picked up when becoming full Human Servant. She met his eyes and then sent Raina out, making the Munin sweep through Edward's body and calm it down.
"What happened to you? You were never like this. You were never so sexual, Anita." She cocked her head, giving him a small smile, and then dropped down, pressing her breasts against his chest, and licking around the pale lines that the stood out on Edward's chest.
"Is that bad?"
"No," he squeaked, quickly clearing his throat. "It's not bad, just… strange. I never pictured you this way before Anita." She smiled, drawing herself upward to kiss him again.
"Something has definitely changed. Since becoming Jean-Claude's servant, I've changed. It's not just the hair." Anita paused, tracing the line of bicep on Edward's skin. "I look at friends, strangers, enemies- Hell I see furniture more sexually now!" She chuckled, and dropped her head down resting on his chest. There was a long silence, before Edward took a deep breath, and Anita could almost feel what was coming.
"I'm still engaged, you know." Edward's voice had gone cold and dispassionate. Anita quickly stood up, turning and pulling on her tank top, without a bra, and then her panties. He lay there, naked, watching her, completely comfortable with his body. Anita nodded and tossed him his pants.
"Put some clothes on. Donna wouldn't like you getting sweat on the rug." Edward took a deep breath and then got up, pulling the boxers on and then the pants.
"Right. Now, where was Malcolm last seen?"Ted Forrester strolled into the police station, a good 'ole boy smile plastered to his face, matching the down home stroll, right down to the jeans and baggy button up shirt. Dolph's face tightened as the man walked in, nodding his hand and giving polite comments to other officers. It seemed Ted was in town. Odd. He had only showed up for the last few minutes of the funeral, and he hadn't looked himself at all. Dolph set the papers on Anita's death down, covering them up with some miscellaneous folders, and turned to face Ted completely.
"Why hello there, Sergeant. How are you this fine-"
"Cut to the chase, Forrester." Ted gave Dolph a confused look that Dolph wouldn't have trusted even if he did like the man.
"Why, Sergeant. I'm sorry to step on yer toes. I'm just here hoping to get some information on the creature that slaughtered Anita." For being a close acquaintance with Anita, this Ted guy didn't seem too sad about her death.
"And why is that?"
"Do I need to show you my Bounty Hunter's license again? I'm sure that y'all got a warrant for Malcolm's Death, and I'd like to be the one to catch him. To kill him." Something flashed in Ted's eyes that made Dolph go still. It was a look that he'd seen Anita use once in a blue moon. It was a look of utter blankness. It meant business. Dolph nodded once. Whoever this guy was, however bad he had seemed in the past, if he was on the side that voted Malcolm to death, he wasn't all that bad.
"Follow me."Jean-Claude awoke to Anita, curled up next to him, body in a long, black, silk dress, custom fit to her body. It accentuated every curve, and every line. He smiled, twisting to see her. She opened her delicate eyes and smiled at him.
"Good night, Lover." She smiled and reached out to kiss him.
"Ma Petite, what brings you here on this fine evening."
"I've come to explain some things." She smiled and then slowly slid a hand over his chest, starting at the side, going down, past his waist and under the covers. He felt a thrill surge through his body, as she grasped him, rubbing ever so slightly. She had a baffled look on her face.
"But…" He put a finger to her mouth, smiling.
"Anita… I know everything. Do not worry. The orgasm was… different. It was a release of power instead of bodily fluids. I felt you, with him." Anita smiled.
"I'm sorry."
"Do not be. You are a sexual creature, ma petite. You're activities have only tied us closer together. I expect Richard will want some explanation. I felt him close off the marks before the explanation came. If you'd like, you can tell him you were with me."
Anita seemed to consider that part, and Jean-Claude suddenly found it harder to think. She was rubbing him, lightly, and he felt himself react, blood flowing lower, filling him up, and making him taut and ready. Though, it wasn't just him. She sheer bodily reaction was causing Anita to become aroused too. Before he knew it, she was climbing on top of him, knees on either side. He slid his hands up her thighs and under the silk, touching the warmth of her inner thighs. He let out a small sound and she was suddenly there, kissing him, drowning the sound of his moan with her own.
The marks tore open, surprising them both. Anita jerked backwards, eyes wide. Richard had arrived.Richard opened the door to Jean-Claude's bedroom, and froze. The smell of sex rode the air, and Anita was draped on Jean-Claude's body, hands on his chest. She turned to him and winked, giving him an inviting look that involved parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.
"Richard…" He felt himself stepping toward her before he knew what he was doing. When he got to the bed, he realized that it was her will that brought him there. She reached out, taking his hand and pulling it to her mouth, sucking his index finger gently.
"Anita…" Her name fell from his lips and he felt his knees go weak. But, she wanted him to come closer and he could not resist that urge. Her body called. Her mind called. Her scent called. He crawled onto the large bed, and pressed his mouth to hers. The cord that had been pulling him pulled once again, and he felt his sex harden, ready for her.Anita let out a moan. Richard's hands were all over her, as were Jean-Claude's and she was loving it. It was wonderful. As soon as she desired something, she had it. She had wanted Jean-Claude to awaken early to see her, and he had. She'd wanted Richard to be there, caressing her, teasing her. It was done. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, Richard's mouth on her breast, and something shot through her. The marks opened again and she could feel through each person's body. She gasped, suddenly confused, wanting the boys to stop.
As soon as she thought it, they stopped, dead. She sat there, breathing hard, silk falling into place as Richard's hands moved. She looked down, and found the boys staring at her with almost identical looks of submissiveness on their faces. She looked between them. Both were still more than ready to have sex, and yet they were making no move to initiate. She slowly backed up, hoping they didn't protest. They didn't. She took a deep breath.
"Something's not right."
"You're right Ma Petite."
"I know, Anita." The boys answered in unison, and it wasn't right.
"The hell is going on?" She shook her head, trying to shake herself out of it, trying to calm her body, trying to get a handle on things. As she calmed, the blood returning to the right places, she heard Richard move. When she lifted her gaze, she found both boys staring at her, confused. It was different though, more individual.
"When the fuck?" Richard asked.
"Indeed," Jean-Claude echoed. Anita shook her head.
"I have no idea. But, it seems to have stopped."Edward sat across from Anita, most of the sexual tension from the previous day gone. She was wearing a black turtleneck tonight. Most of her skin was covered up under the shirt, or the black jeans. Thick black socks and a hair-tie completed the outfit. Something about it told Edward that Anita was trying to hide herself. She seemed like the old Anita again, at least in part.
"Anyway, after leaving the warehouse, Malcolm was spotted two days later in a hotel downtown." Edward showed Anita the pictures taken from the surveillance video. They showed Malcolm chowing down on a bellhop, not losing a drop of blood. Anita nodded.
"Then?"
"Then nothing. He hasn't been seen since. Makes you wonder why he's still in town."
"He must want something. Something that he knows is here." The observation had already been made by a dozen-or-so cops. Anita was slow today, distracted. Edward pulled the picture away and watched her.
"What's wrong?" She was silent for a bit, and then she turned to him, looking him in the eyes. He felt lightning strike through him, making a path for the blood from his brain to his groin. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to throw Anita down and take her. She parted her lips and it was like a sexual invitation in and of itself. He swallowed, refraining from touching her. Though, it was hard. When she turned away, though, it stopped. His body cooled, and he was left feeling only dazed and confused.
"That's what's the matter. Something about my transformation has made me more powerful. Anyone I want, I get." Edward raised an eyebrow, suddenly not feeling like a horny dog. Instead he felt like a puppet. It wasn't much of an improvement.
"And it's worse with the boys. They do whatever I want, literally. It's scary. But it only works then I'm turned on. The other vamps are affected too. You're the only human I've been able to affect so far, though." Edward stood up, turning and forcing himself to move, to try and shake off the feeling. Anita seemed genuinely disappointed at her new-found power. Edward, however thought it might do them some good.
"It works on Jean-Claude? And all you have to do is get turned on?" Anita turned, giving him a peculiar look.
"Yes, why?"
"Because this might work to our advantage." Anita cocked an eyebrow at him. "Think about it. You raise the dead. What's it called?"
"Animator?"
"No, the other thing, the name that means more power."
"Necromancer."
"Yes. Necro means death. You control the dead Anita. You raise zombies and from what I've learned, you've raised vampires before. You're powerful. Perhaps this Human Servant thing has just enhanced you power. Being tied to the Master of Sex himself has given you an outlet."
Something was dawning in Anita's dark eyes. Her face had gone calculating. She nodded once. "And the Munin…" She whispered. Edward frowned.
"The what?"
"The spirits of the dead are called the Munin to werewolves. Raina- the old lupa- has been around me for awhile, trying to take control. With her power, and with my tie to Richard, that would explain why he's so affected. I wonder…" Anita stood, turning and grabbing the phone. Edward watched her dial, extremely interested.
"Yes, Jason? Get me Jean-Claude." Pause. "I'm coming over. Make sure Richard is there too. We have a Master Vampire to track down." Anita hung up, and turned to face Edward, a wicked smile spreading over her face. At that moment, he felt himself react again. Before he could question it, Anita was there, kissing him, forcing his mouth to meet hers. Her tongue was amazing, in everything it did. Then, she was gone, and Edward was left alone and turned on in the middle of Anita's house.