Anita arrived at the Circus with every nerve open to the wind. The power that she used to search a cemetery, to match bone to bone, blood to blood was open and surrounding her. It wasn't a big enough circle though. It only touched the dead, rippling over any vampires that she passed, clinging to them like a spider web. She needed more power, more space. She needed the boys.
Jason met her at the top of the stairs and smiled. Anita let her eyes roam over his body, and she felt Raina agree. She felt Raina's desire course through her. Without even a thought to fight her, Anita embraced Raina's desire, and threw it to Jason. She knew every cell of his body, every muscle fiber and every vein. Jason fell on her, his knees buckling, arms clamping around her waist. He lifted the turtleneck, licking her stomach, small sounds falling from his mouth. Anita watched him, and tipped his head up. He rolled his eyes up to look at her, and she knew that if she chose to take him, Jason would fuck her right there.
It wasn't just that it was Jason. Her knowledge of his body let her know every spot that would bring him over the edge. She took a deep breath, and felt her body react, nipples hardening, lower body tightening. Cupping her hands under Jason's face, she lifted him up, pressing her mouth to his. He let out a long sigh, and Anita slid a hand down, cupping his groin, and feeling him hard through the clothe of the jeans. She forced her power into him, and felt him spill. He let out a long moan and dropped, fur flowing. Jason was out for the count, in full wolf form at the top of the stairs. Anita bent, petting his soft fur and then fled down the stairs.
Richard met her at the door, eyes gone amber, chest heaving. She looked into his eyes, and a memory that wasn't hers brushed though her mind. Her circle of knowledge had widened, and Anita now knew every vampire in the entire Circus as if she'd made each one herself. Raina was whispering to her, sending Anita memories of a younger, more inexperienced Richard.
"Fuck them Anita. Fuck them and we can have Malcolm. We can have him body and soul. We can torture him, bathe in his blood." Raina's voice was intoxicating. Anita let out a low moan and jumped into Richard's waiting arms, wrapping her legs around him, arms tight around his body. His mouth fed at hers like a flame, hot and only slightly painful. She tipped her head back, and felt the power burst out of her, slamming into Richard, through Jean-Claude who stood, waiting for orders only feet away, and finally out into the city. Anita's circle of knowledge was growing, spanning three square blocks. Every were, vamp, and even some humans touched by it, were suddenly overtaken by lust.
Anita fed upon it, bringing it into herself, and then throwing it back out, expanding the circle. She let out a long scream, while Richard lapped up the taste of her neck and chest, and Jean-Claude hugged her from behind, nipping at her neck. Anita let the power out through the scream, her body tightening. She and the boys dropped to the floor, Jean-Claude at her back, Richard at her front. At that moment, Anita wanted them both inside of her, feeding at the power. Jean-Claude felt the need, and plunged his fangs into her neck, drinking her blood, arms tight around her. Anita closed her eyes, fighting to breathe through the sex, through the power, through the sucking at her neck. She moved and she could feel Richard hard and ready, straining against his jeans. The knowledge fed the power more, made the circle bigger.
Even Raina could hardly control herself. Anita felt her thrashing, writhing, bathing in the power. Then, as Anita pulled Richard free of his pants, Raina was suddenly gone. But Anita could feel her, could see the Munin, circling the city, flooding the lust-filled streets with a tinge of fear. Anita liked it, because Raina liked it. As Richard entered her, she felt a sigh fall from her mouth. It was at that moment that Raina found Malcolm.Malcolm growled, hands twitching. Feeding had become so much harder now that he was a wanted criminal. Every human he saw feared him. Granted, it tinged the blood with a spice that was lovely to behold. But, humans tended to travel together, and having to bespell two or more humans long enough to feed from one was extremely difficult.
The women in front of him had parked about ten minutes ago, and they were talking about men and make-up and other irrelevant things. Malcolm took a breath and stood, planning to move toward them.
Then, something unseen, unheard, but definitely felt slammed into him and he dropped, screaming. He clutched at his chest, visions of eyes flooding his vision. He saw twin blue flames, amber jewels, black gemstones, all staring at him, draining him. He grunted, and lifted his head. The women were gone, hysterically driving away. Dammit! When he tried to get up, the pain seized him again, squeezing his heart and forcing him into the fetal position on the ground. The laugh that overtook him was loud, sadistic and infinitely jovial. He tried to force the eyes away, tried to strike at them. His hand hit gravel and he twitched. Then, the laugh slammed against him, like a kick to the head, and everything went dark.Jean-Claude's eyes shot open, and he wasn't seeing what was really there. He was seeing Malcolm, curled up on the ground, in a darkened area of a parking lot. He blinked, trying to get the image out of his head. Then, something warm and soft was brushing against his face. Anita was turning to face him, shirt and bra ripped to reveal her lovely breasts. Richard was lying, naked on Anita's other side. Jean-Claude turned his eyes to Anita, and watched her smile.
"Was it good for you?" She asked. The marks on her neck were healing. She glanced down, at his groin, and smiled wider. "I guess so." She took a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet, bracing against the wall for a moment. When she turned, she was no longer turned on, but Jean-Claude could feel her inside his head. Richard was there also, contemplating how much energy it would take to fuck Anita again. And again, and again… Jean-Claude chuckled, wondering the same thing. Though, he hadn't plunged into her with the same part of his body that Richard had used, it had yielded the same result. Jean-Claude shuddered and smiled.
"Ma Petite. Go. Get some clothes from my room and take care of Malcolm. Richard and I are not going anywhere, I assure you." Anita threw back her head and laughed.
"Damn straight. I expect you both to be rested and ready for when I come back." She blew them both kisses and then headed for the back room.
Edward sat in the black jeep, loaded up with enough toys to destroy an entire Kiss of vamps. He checked his watch again and looked out over the deserted parking lot. Why had Anita wanted to meet him here?
"Ready?"
Edward jumped, and twisted, pulling the gun and aiming. Before he could even get his finger in the trigger, his wrist was twisted at a funny angle, and Anita was smiling at him through the open car window. His Edward face slammed into place and he nodded.
"Always." She smiled and let go of his hand, backing up.
"All right, let's pull out the fun and get going."
Within minutes, they were both chock full of weapons, holy water, and even a few stakes that Edward had brought, per Anita's request. Her entire demeanor was that of a child going to Disneyland- not that of a woman going to kill a Master Vampire. As Anita strapped the last gun into place, she gave Edward a big smile.
"Come with me." She turned and Edward couldn't help himself.
"Haven't we already done that?" Anita, still walking, threw back her head and laughed, loud and joyous. Edward twitched a bit as the laugh slithered down his skin, curling over his skin like fingernails. He'd felt Master Vampires do tricks like that before. Just what the hell had happened when Anita had been resurrected? And why the hell hadn't she drunk her coffee that morning?
Anita knew Malcolm's location without using any preternatural senses. She could hear the grunt of coming back to consciousness. As he rolled over, Anita stepped up to him and kicked him, hard in the side. Malcolm let out a wheeze, coughed up blood and ended up on his side, twitching, moaning, and swearing. Anita stepped over him, crouched down, foot on either side of him, hand grabbing his face. She turned him to face her and smiled. The expression on his face was to kill for. At least, Anita thought so.
"Surprised to see me?" Malcolm brought up a hand to shove Anita away, but she blocked him, enjoying the thunk his arm made against hers. "It ain't gonna work Malcolm. I'm something you've never even seen before." Anita grinned, and the next thing Edward knew, she was pulling a silver stake out of the back of her belt and plunging it into Malcolm's shoulder, so hard that Edward heard it crunch into concrete below. But, Malcolm was putting up a strong front. He didn't scream.
Then again, when the tip of the stake opened, and the Holy water splashed out, he let out a high scream meant for only dogs to hear. Anita clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Shut up Mal." He did. Edward watched, very interested. Did Anita even need him here? Or was she just using him for his ammo? As Anita slid her hand down Malcolm's chest, Edward felt the beginnings of that lust that Anita had inspired earlier. He swallowed thickly and tried to ignore it. Luckily, it didn't seem to be meant for him. Edward stepped back and Anita held out a hand.
"Vial please." Malcolm's eyes went wide, but he made no sound. Anita smiled, took the vial of Holy water from Edward and opened it, just a little, just enough to leak a little out. She leaned forward, whispering into his ear.
"You ripped my chest open, Mal. You drank my blood. You killed me. That wasn't very nice." The screaming started then, and Edward took a step back. He'd heard worse, but something about the fact that Anita was causing this and enjoying it, made it different. Faster than Edward could see, Anita plunged another stake into Malcolm's other shoulder, letting it stay long enough to explode Holy water in the wound. Anita leaned forward when he took another breath to scream.
"Shhhh." Malcolm's scream died and Edward had to swallow to pop his ears. The screaming hadn't gone on for long, comparably, but it had been loud and high. Anita had finished off the vial, and Malcolm's smoking skin was hissing, clothes covering the damage. Part of Edward was glad. He wasn't really sure he wanted to see what lay under the soaked clothes. He took off his trench coat, and heard Malcolm gasp.
"Please… No…" Edward turned giving Malcolm his best psychopath smile. Anita turned and smiled, eyelids heavy.
She stood and stalked toward Edward, hands reaching out to touch the guns strapped to his thighs. He felt the lust building again, hitting him full force. Malcolm was silent, though and didn't try to get up. Edward looked down, watching Anita's eyes, as her hands roamed up his body, touching all his weapons, and all of him in between. As she reached his shoulders she slid her hands over, wrapping them in his hair. Then, he was kissing her. His reserves left him, but, even though he wanted to, he couldn't hug her back.
Then she, and the small sword at his back, were gone. He dropped his eyes, watching Anita. She was smiling at Malcolm.
"Do you think it would hurt, Malcolm, if I slid this into you? Shoved it through your skin, through muscle, bone? Would you scream? Would you beg forgiveness for killing me?" Malcolm was breathing so quickly now, blood beginning to soak through his white shirt. Anita dropped down over him again, this time lower, over his knees. Edward watched, all thoughts of leaving gone.
"Please, I'm sorry. I didn't… I mean… I wasn't going to kill you! I wanted you as my Servant! I-"
"Wrong answer."
Anita shoved the blade between Malcolm's thighs, up into him, hitting anything and everything vital on the way to touching skin to hilt. Edward found himself watching his face as she did it. Malcolm was trying to scream, throwing back his head, taking in air as fast as he could. But no sound same out. Nothing. Edward switched his gaze to Anita and watched her. She looked like a cat watching a mouse struggle in a trap. She knew she'd claim the life, but there was no hurry.
What next? I can't kill you yet. I have to rough you up a bit, let you taste exactly what you did to those humans you killed, those vampires you maimed. Did you know that there is a vampire out there with no lower jaw because of you?" Anita shook her head. "Not that I'm complaining. He wasn't very nice to begin with, but still, what did he ever do to you?" There was a flash, and another stake plunged into Malcolm's right thigh. Anita smiled, sliding forward, resting elbows on Malcolm's chest, head resting in her hands.
"Naughty, naughty." She glanced at Edward. "Would you like to take a go, Eddy?" Edward considered it, but, since he'd never been one to get too close to his victim's, he took the easy road. Edward shot Malcolm. Anita jumped back, watching Malcolm's head explode. She let out a heavy sigh and shook her head.
"I guess he deserved that, but I wasn't done." Anita bent down, grabbing the sword from Malcolm's groin, and lifted it up, frowning at the blood. The leg of Malcolm's ripped pants cleaned the blood, and then, it went back in the sheath.
"Should we take the stakes?"
"Nah. I made sure there were no fingerprints. And yours are probably too smudged anyway." Edward turned away from the body to watch Anita. The lust was gone. Perhaps it was Anita's fault. Or perhaps it was just that exploding vampires had never been one of Edward's turn-ons. She smiled at him and stepped toward him, linking her arm with his. He swung his trench coat over his other shoulder.
"Where to next?" Edward asked.
"I think I'd like some coffee."