I was in Jean-Claude's living room. There was a roaring fire, but the first thing I noticed was, there was music. It was old. I don’t mean from the 1940’s, I mean, Henry the 8th, old. The floor was soft white fur, fake fur. I was dressed in a simple white night dress. It had thick straps and came straight down to the floor. It was beautiful. I felt a draft. I looked behind an noticed it was backless. The material started from the base of my back. It felt like silk. You can tell who was in control of this dream.

Jean-Claude appeared out of the far doorway. He was wearing black pyjama bottoms. They looked like silk too.

“Ma petite, how are you feeling?” He asked. I started to walk to him. When I reached him, I threw my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist.

“I’ve felt better. They thought that there was something wrong with the baby, but there wasn't. It was a mixture of not eating for eight days and the drugs that they were giving me to keep me asleep. Its O.K, though, Its been sorted”. I told him. It was his baby. He had the right to know what was going on. He smelled gorgeous. The music was still playing, though I didn’t know where it was coming from.

“As long as my babies are fine” I’m guessing I was the other baby.

“What music is this?” I asked. I was still holding on to him.

“Scarbouraghfair. It is an old pavan. It is my favourite piece of music”. He told me. Well, you learned something knew every day. I felt Jean-Claude search my body. I was about ask what he was doing, when I realised that he was checking the baby.

“My little girl is fine” He said. How the hell did he know it was a girl?

“I know, Ma petite, because I read her. She is doing fine. And how is my big girl”. He said with a big grin. He knew I wouldn’t like being called a ’Big girl’ so I left it.

I wanted him so badly. Not just to hold me, but I wanted him, right now , on this rug. I didn’t want to no what sex it was until the baby was born. I didn’t know why, but to me it wouldn‘t feel right.

“Ma petite, I can make the pains go away, and I can protect you from what ever my brother has planned for you. If he places another memory spell over you, I might not be able to break it with out causing damage to the baby and you”. I pushed back from him. He looked solemn. I wanted this over with. I wanted to go home. As I said. I wanted him.

I looked at him and knew what he meant. The Fourth Mark. Maybe if I’d have taken the fourth mark along time ago, we could have prevented this.

“Do not blame your self, Ma petite. It is not your fault”.

“Stop going through my mind. The Fourth Mark?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

“Yes, Ma petite. Do not think that this is some sort of ploy to get you closer to me..”

“I don’t Jean, I don’t. I want our baby safe and I want to come home. To you”. I wanted to go home anyway, but I wanted to be with him. I wanted to go home to him.

“Are you completely sure, Ma petite, this is a big decision. We will become very close. I will be able to read your thoughts and you mine. We will be like one person. Are you sure”. He asked. I didn’t want to say yes or no without thinking, but I had thought about it. I dont’ now weather it was my hormones or I’d completely mellowed. I think I’ll stick with my hormones. I didn’t like to think that I’d changed that much.

“I want to be safe, Jean-Claude. I want you. I need you. I want the Fourth Mark”. I knew it was the truth.

I’ve never seen him so happy. He lifted me up in his arms with tears in his eyes. He spun me round and round. I couldn't help but laugh and be happy with him. He slowly lowered me to the ground. He was kissing every part of me he could get his lips on. When his lips touched mine, I opened that part of myself that he owned. He had always been able to call something in me, but recently, I’d noticed that this one part only responded to him.

He opened him self to me. I felt something touch it was like we’d melded into one and something sparked inside of us and came to life.

“Do you remember how to do the Fourth Mark?” He whispered through my mind. I did. It was the only thing I wasn’t looking forward to. I had to drink his blood.

“Yes, I do” I whispered back. He lifted me in his arms and put me on the floor, in front of the fire. He lowered himself on top of me. I could feel the heat emitting from the fire. He had cut his chest. I lifted up to meet him. I started to kiss his face, his lips, delaying the moment when I would have to do what he does every day. Licked down his chin, neck and finally locked my lips over the wound. I instantly tasted the blood and started suck at it. I didn’t have the anticoagulant in my saliva that he did, but his wounds still bleed when forced.

He started to talk;

“Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh,

Two minds with but one body, two souls wedded as one”
 
 

I felt something click into place. It was like us melding was just the beginning. It was like being stuck. I couldn’t think of anything better other than our souls were stuck together. I remembered him saying that this was something mystical, magical and beautiful. It was.

I felt like I’d been frozen and reawakened after a long period of time. But it didn’t feel bad. In fact, I’d never felt better. I felt three heart beats. Mine, Jean-Claude's and the babies. Somehow, we'd manage to roll onto our sides.

He was looking at me as though he could see right through me. I knew what he was thinking. And he knew what I was thinking. He was happy and felt the same way I did. He put his hand on my stomach and smiled. I was starting to show slightly. I only weighed about 100 ponds. I was only small, 5 ft3. And I doubt that that would change now. I was to forever stay the same. I wouldn’t get any taller or any smaller. Oh well

Jean-Claude cut in on my thoughts

“Is it such a bad thing to stay beautiful, young and healthy for the rest of our days together,

Ma petite?” Jean-Claude asked. He was smoothing his hand over my stomach.

“No, I’m just wondering how big I’m going to get!” I said laughing, more to myself more than Jean-Claude.

“Anita, I think you had better wake up now”. He said. He sounded like it took him alot to say it.

“I don’t want to, I’m frightened of what will happen if I slip up give myself away. A man who is after my blood is staying in the same house I am!“. I said. He kissed me.

“If there is any one who can pull it of, it is you, Ma petite” He smiled. “You just need to find out where you are being held”. He said. I suddenly remembered what the doctor said about having to go to one of the main hospitals in Madrid

“Madrid. The doctor who checked me over said something about going to a main hospital in Madrid for a check-up”. I looked at him as I said it. He looked at me, but it was like he didn’t really see me at all.

“Mon Dieu, Ma petite, what is the mans name who, how do you say, is after your blood?” Jean-Claude asked me.

“Olaf... Why? What’s wrong?” As I was talking, he was shredding the dream. Great.

Chapter 14
 

I woke up with the evening sun on my face. Someone had opened the curtains. The sun was setting, in fact, it was nearly gone. I sat up and moved to the side of the bed and swung my legs over it. I was covered in blood. The gold of the night dress was now a disgusting brownie, red colour. Lovely.

I got out off the bed and checked the door. Locked. There was another door on the wall next to the fire place. The floor was so warm. I’d just notice that it was marble. I walked over to the door and opened it. There was a gorgeous bathroom done in the same style as the bed room, with a very big bath tub opposite the door. A double sink on the right hand door and, what looked like double shower with a full length mirror on the wall next to it. It was Beautiful.

I heard the door bang and walked into the bedroom to see what it was. Michael had come in through the balcony door.

“I see your feeling better”. He said. I smiled.

“Yeah. I wanted to get cleaned up. Can I use the bathroom?” I asked. No need to be uncivil now, was there?

“You don’t have to ask, Anita. You can just use it”

“Great” And I turned round and walked into the bathroom. I stopped at the door and turned round.

“Do I have any clothes?” Well I didn’t know. I couldn’t see a closet in the bed room.

“Yeah. I’ll get the maid to bring them up for you. Clean towels are behind the door and bath stuff is on the side. How’s that?” He asked

“Thats fine”. And I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I walked over to the bath and realized I couldn’t be bothered to wait for it to run. I decided to have a shower instead. I opened the door and turned it on. The water took seconds to heat up. I got undressed and slipped in, closing the door behind me. Why did Jean-Claude react like that? I'd have to ask him when I next went to sleep. I felt really vulnerable. I didn’t like the feeling, but I couldn’t help it. I was alone.

I washed my hair, rinsed it and got out. As I was drying myself, I looked at my stomach, and for the first time thought, something was growing inside me. I’d taken so many lives, I couldn’t even remember why I’d even killed half of them. I knew that they had deserved it. Maybe not in the eyes of the law, but in my eyes they had.

I wrapped a towel round me and walked out into the bedroom. A woman was standing by the bed laying out a piece of material. She turned round when she heard me open the door.

“Olla” She said with a small bow. She was in her late thirties, early forties. She looked good for her age. She might have even been older than that.

“Olla” I said back. She smiled and said in a thickly lined Spanish accent “When your ready, just come down the stairs. He will be waiting for you in the dinning room”. She bowed again and walked out

I walked over to the bed and found panties, a matching bra and, what looked to me, a piece of long material. I picked it up. I was heavier than it looked. It was white. Colour of innocence. yeah, right! I unwrapped the towel and started to get changed.

The dress was hard to put on, but once it was on it was beautiful. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the full length mirror.

It was spaghetti strapped. The material went straight down then clung to my hips. There was a split starting from mid thigh. Even I had to admit, it looked wonderful.

Jean-Claude spilled into my eyes. He looked ahead and saw what I was wearing.

“Ma petite, you look wonderful. I’m sorry its not me your wearing it for”. And he did sound sorry. He went away and I started to cry. I wanted out of hear and fast. I walked back out into the bed room and wondered if she’d left shoes. She had. They were strap sandals, white, with a low heal. I put them on and they fitted me perfectly. They were nice. Gag me with a spoon.

I walked out onto the landing and looked down. I could see what looked like the living room. It was opened out and looked like the centre of the house. The front door was opposite my room an down a flight of stairs. I couldn’t make a break for it. Or could I? Thats when I heard the news.
 

Chapter 15
 

I looked down into the living room to see Philippe and a few other men watching the TV. They had CNN on. I was listening to Dolf talking about me and watching a photo of me, taken on the night of the opening of Soyeux Danse. I was standing next to Jean-Claude, holding his hand. I looked so happy. We both did

“We are doing every thing in our power to find Anita. The Master of the City and the St. Louis PD are working together to find our city treasure and bring her home”. He finished.

The picture had been taken off the screen and I could see Dolf, Zerbrowski, Jean-Claude and my dad sitting behind a table in front of a blue screen. It must have been at night. Jean-Claude had his blank face on, so as not to give anything away. I always knew that that face meant he was hiding something. Others that knew him didn’t. My dad looked so upset. His eyes were all puffy. He can’t have been sleeping. Oh, God. I put my hands in front of my eyes. I couldn’t watch my father like that. It was tearing him apart. Someone coughing made me take my hands away from my eyes.

Zerbrowski was standing up shuffling through papers. He eventually said: “We will now be taking a few questions” He said. He sounded tired and pissed off. His voice. It sounded like he was trying to stop himself from crying

There was a huge up roar. You couldn’t hear one question clear. Dolf shouted “If you don’t conduct yourself in the right manner, this conference is OVER !” His voice rang out and quietened the whole place. I’ve never seen Dolf like that. He looked as bad as my dad. I can’t believe they were like this! I had no idea they would be this knocked about over it. Even Zerbowski looked like he hadn’t slept for about two weeks. He looked even scruffier than ever.

The reporters sat down and raised their arms, as instructed by the plain clothed uniform in front of them. Dolf pointed to one of them

“Why has Ms. Bake been abducted? Who has her ?” The reporter asked.

“We cannot officially reveal that information. I would ask that you take care in the questions you ask” Dolf said. He sounded as tired as he looked.

“We have been hearing rumours that Ms. Blake is pregnant. Is that true?” The whole crowd of reporters went still. Where the fuck did they hear that! Jean-Claude stood up. His face never changed. Dolf just looked at him, as did my dad. He didn’t look to happy to be sitting next to Jean-Claude. Things never change.

“It is true. Anita is pregnant, with our first chid. We will find her and bring her back. I promise it”.

My dads face dropped when he announced it.

They asked a few more questions. Things like, where I was when I was taken, how long has it been, and if the police had any ideas about where I was being held.

I couldn’t stand to watch them like that. Just to watch the people I loved most looking like that, took some of the heart out of me.

“I think that that is enough questions. We will inform you if we have any more leads”. Dolf said. They all stood up and walked off the podium. Regardless, the press stood up and carried on firing questions.

I felt Jean-Claude whispered through my mind at that exact moment

“We will be there by tomorrow. I will have you in my arms before the sun rises in two days time from now. I promise it”. Then he left me. I could smell him, his cologne. God, I missed him

At that moment Philippe stood up and walked to the phone. The others watched him and looked quite frightened. He dialled a number and spoke in French. I understood the word, Master, but that was all. He said Merci Becoupe, and then waited. He took the phone away from his ear and called out for Michael. Michael came in from out side. He was out the front. So it was the front door.

“What’s the matter?” He asked his master

“Jean-Claude has gone to the press about Anita. I need her off my hands, now, other wise he will come”. Philippe told him. He sounded frightened and pissed off at the same time.

“Who are you phoning?”

“The Master. He can take her”.

So, it weren’t only Philippe who as behind this. Someone else wanted this. Who was behind all this?. None of it was making any sense. Philippe wanted to get back at Jean-Claude, I knew that much, but why take me away from Jean-Claude?. He cloud have hurt him in another way. What was going to happen to me and the baby?. No body seemed to care about that except me. I doubt that Philippe even knew I existed before all of this happened. Who was end of that phone. I had to know

I walked a little way away from the landing. I didn’t want to be seen. I walked past my door and by another door, a little way away from it, there was a phone. I picked it up. Whoever Philippe had called obviously hadn’t gotten to the phone yet.

About ten seconds later, they picked up the phone.

“Bonjour?” A smooth and lightly accented male voice came over the phone.

“Bonjour, have you been watching the news? Jean-Claude is coming after her now. I thought you said he would wait a little longer? That he was more cautious than this?” I didn’t know Philippe that well, but he sounded scared. Why was he scared of his twin? I would of thought they would be of equal power.

“Calm down, my friend. What do you want me to do? The rest of them have contacted Jean-Claude and told him that they will help him in the search for his human servant”. They sounded tired. Not that I cared.

“Why would they do that? They sent you down their to slay him! Do they fear my brother?” He sounded surprised.

“I’m not sure, but the Petite Batard you have in your home” I’m guessing thats me “ Has hurt my family and damn well nearly killed me”. The man said. He sounded angry. Good. He weren't half as angry as I was. Who the fuck was he? I couldn’t think of any one! god, I hated this!

I had to get out of the house. I had to get away from him. God only knows what Philippe was going to do. They had stopped talking. I was about to put down the phone when they started again.

“What shall I do?” Philippe asked.

“I don’t know. We are leaving this evening, Setting out for St. Louis. Jean-Claude hasn’t said if he knows anything, but it seems unlikely”

“You said he wouldn’t recover quickly, but he has, and now he has a plot to take her back”. Philippe said. there was silence on both ends of the phones.

“You should know him better than I. You are, after all, his brother.

“He is not my brother. Not any more”. Philippe said simply

“Kill her”

“She is with child!” Like you care, I thought.

“Then make your own decisions, Philippe, I cannot make them for you. You have her and it sounds like your controlling her. Dispose of her or move, those are your choices”. They said. And with that, he hung up the phone.

In control of me, he wishes. Philippe slammed down the phone and walked out side. It seemed to me that this was the back of the house. Every one got up and followed him. I hadn’t seen Michael lock the front door when he came in. I crept down the stairs silently. I walked over to the front door and tried it. It was open. I opened it quietly and slowly, so as not to attract attention.

The front of the house was a gravel drive with a black metal gate at the end of it. Tress were planted either side of the drive with lights attached to them. The whole of the front of the house was surrounded by woods. It was pitch black now. The back of the house was a cliff with a bay and the front of the house was a forest. Well.

I stepped out side and ran into the woods. I didn’t stop going. I couldn’t hear any thing. I just hoped they wouldn't realise I was gone for a while. Fat chance of that happening.

Chapter 16
 

I ran and didn’t stop. I may not have been working out as much as I used to, but I kept up on my running and fighting. You just never knew when you would have to run away from the bad guys, or fight them. I guess that this was one of those times. The sandals made it hard to run though. I heard shouts behind me. Some my name and some were instructions of what to do and where to look. As I said before, my hearing was better than a normal human beings.

I must have been running for about five minuets. No one had caught up with me, which was strange. Either they knew something I didn’t or Philippe just wanted me off his hands. I was betting on the first, even though I would have liked it to be the last.

The forest, cuz thats what it was, was so big. I thought that I was going to trip over, but every time I did, I regained my balance. I really was a freak. I felt something very sharp, long and thin, hit me on the chest. I looked down to find a huge scrape across my chest. It didn’t hurt, and I doubted it would bleed. These marks were beginning to grow on me. If Kept healing every little thing, I would look in perfect shape. Apart from the scars I already had.

I felt like there was someone, or something, inside me, pushing me on. Telling me to go, carry on, not stop. It wouldn't let me stop. I didn’t know weather it was my beast, Richards beast or Jean-Claude's ability to survive. What ever it was, it was making me go. I was beginning to get tired though. I might of had the initiative, but I didn’t have the energy. Or the proper foot ware

The light was all gone now. The harvest moon was up and shinning brightly. Other than the stars, that was the only light source I had. I noticed that the trees were getting thinner. I was getting very tired now. I tried to put on an extra burst of speed to get there. Maybe it would be a road. Maybe it would be a field. Boy was I wrong. Thats when I twisted my ankle

I fell out of the trees to find myself sprawled on the bank of a river, next to a corner of a particularly high water fall. I crawled to the edge and looked over. It must have been a shear 60 foot drop. It then went in to a gorge. And guess what. The gorge was surrounded be trees as well.

I heard shouting again. I tried to stand up. My ankle was hurt, very badly by the feel of it. Not only that, the thing that hit me, had cut the whole of my chest. It wasn’t a very deep wound, but it was deeper than I’d first realised. But it hurt and bled. I stood up, and managed to keep my self standing. Wowie, things were looking up! Yeah, right.

If I jumped, I doubt I would survive it. If I stayed hear, they would get me and either kill me or take me back, and Jean-Claude could soon and rescue me, if I was still alive, if I weren't then he‘d have to avenge my death. Hopefully.

Either way, I’d probably end up dead, taking the baby with me. Choices, choices. I looked over the edge and couldn’t do it. I’d have to find a way round

“Anita, what are you doing” Philippe’s voice whirled me round. He looked and sounded so angry.

“I’m looking at the scenery”. I said. Anita, don’t be stupid, this isn’t the time for sarcasm!

“I’m glad you find this so funny” He said. He must have come up behind me. Others were starting to fan out behind him. I looked over the edge. I wanted to know what he’d do if I decided to jump.

“If you jump, neither you nor your friend will see morning” What friend? I thought. He must have seen the puzzlement on my face

“Bring him out !” Philippe shouted.

Three men came out of the woods, carrying someone between them .Whoever it was, had blond hair and were well built. There jacket fell open and I got a glimpse at two guns. A berretta 9mm and a Browning 9mm. They lifted their head up and I could se their face. It was Edward. I couldn't control my surprise. Philippe must have known something, or he must have seen my face, because he sighed very deeply .

“Anita, if you jump the man dies. I’m sorry it had to be this way, but I cannot let you jump”. He sounded tired

“Jump, Anita, get away”. Edward said. He sounded hurt. I wanted to cry. He had come all the way out hear to save me, alone, by the looks of it.

The white dress I was wearing was fifthly. There was mud, moss and water all over the bottom of it. I looked out over the river again. He knew I wouldn’t jump.

“Anita DO IT!” Edward screamed. One of the men, vampires, hit him on the back of the head. His head touched his chest and bounced back up.

“No, stop, it don’t hit him again!“ I screamed into the vampire’s face. He seemed taken aback. Edward looked startled.

“Don’t you dare hit him again”. And I meant it.

“So, Anita. You would sacrifice your freedom for someone you don’t know?” Philippe asked me sarcastically. He knew the answer. And he must of known that I knew who I was. I was beginning to get a very bad migraine. Time for some truth I think.

“I know what's going on, Philippe. I know who you are, who I am,...... and who he is”. I sounded just tired as he did. I wanted this over with. I wanted to be in Jean-Claude’s arms, no I needed to be in his arms.

I walked away from edge and closed my eyes. Edward shouted “NO” but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t live with my self if I jumped and survived and they killed Edward. If Edward was going to die, I wanted it to be by my hands. I doubt that would happen. Two vampires came over and took my arms. They were none to gentle about it, either. They pushed me to my knee’s.

Philippe came and knelt in front of me. He turned my head up to his with his hands. I jerked away from him. He sighed

“You could have every thing that is mine and all that I am, Anita. You could have had so much” Philippe said.

I knew what to say.

“You would have killed me. You don’t care about me, or the baby” I finally found my voice. I quoted, as though it had always been written, as I’d learned it.

“I have every thing Jean-Claude is and every thing thats is his. He has all that I am and every thing that is mine”. I said in such a serious tone I nearly frightened myself.

He sighed

“Wrong answer” He said

He stood up, turned round and started to walk off. He motioned a hand backwards. One of the Vampires held a needle in his hand. I started to struggle. I hated needles. Especially if they contained something that would send me to sleep. Sleeping for me was the only time I was harmless and vulnerable. I struggled, but couldn’t get free of their arms. He put the syringe into my arm and put the substance in. I started to fight it as soon as I felt it take effect.

Edward was screaming and going wild. More vampire’s were coming to try and control him.

“Oi!” One of them shouted. A vampire was standing over me. I hared something click and felt something hard touch the base of my neck. They were holding a gun to the back of my head. That calmed him down. They slipped the needle into his arm. We looked at each other the whole time they did it. I knew in an instant that they were all dead.

The stuff was really taking hold of me. We were both beginning to slide away with it. I was just wondering weather one of us wouldn’t be waking up. I called out Jean-Claude’s name, aloud and through the marks. I felt his despair and he felt mine, but he truly believed that we would be together in just a days time. As the stuff dragged me completely under, I hoped he was right.

Chapter 17

I was woken up by Edward calling my name. I was facing Edward as he was chained to a wall opposite me. I was chained as well. I was on my knees leaning against the wall, with my hands chained above my head. Speaking of my head, it was killing me. What the fuck had they given me? I felt like shit, yet again and I think the morning sickness was starting. Goodie.

“Anita, are you alright?” I looked at Edward. The last thing I remembered was him fighting to get loose of the vamps who were holding him. He didn’t look to hurt.

“I’m fine, I think” I said. My voice was a little husky

“Do you know who you are?” He asked cautiously

“Yes, I know who I am Edward” My voice sounded tired all of a sudden. There was a window on the wall next to the one I was chained to. It was night. Had it been another night ? I was hoping Jean-Claude was going to come soon. I don’t think I could stand his brothers company for much longer.

Edward was looking at me funny.

“What the hell are you doing hear alone?” I asked

“I came to see what the security was like. You chose a bad time to make a break for it, Anita. They would never have known I was there!” He was angry. Join the club

“Don’t you be pissed with me. I didn’t ask you to play the loan ranger”. We could both be angry together. Edward started to pull on the chains.

“How long has it been?” I asked him

“Its been another night”. He told me. So I was right. Jean-Claude would be hear soon. I had to just keep believing that.

I had a sudden memory of me telling Asher I would never wait for Jean-Claude or any one to save me or rescue me. My, how things change. A door opened, and I heard foot steps getting nearer. I looked to my left and seen what looked like a an arch way. Philippe emerged from it. He was wearing a black shirt and black dress pants. He looked round at me and leaned his side against the arch wall.

He looked very tired and warn out, like he would give up very easily if pushed just enough. He leaned his head against the wall and spoke to me.

“Do you know what happened that night?” He asked me. I needed more time to think. What fucking night? The night that his brother was tricked into sleeping with his fiancé. I did know, but I’d let him tell me again. At least then he would be distracted from hurting Edward or me.

“No” I said.

“You do, but you don’t know every thing”. He looked like he’d given up.

“That night, I was going to propose to Issabo. She knew what I was. I was going to make her my human servant. I couldn’t find her. I asked around the consult, to see if any one had seen her. They told me she’d gone out. I looked for my brother, I wanted him to know first. I couldn't find him. He‘d gone out with Asher.” He said. He was getting up set. I did not want to be chained when he got upset

“I went to the bench, where I had told her to meet me. She wasn’t there. So I went back to the consult. I went to Jean-Claude's room to find him there with Issabo. They were in bed, making love” he stopped and sighed, like he was reliving that night over in his head.

“Asher ran up the stairs shouting Jean-Claude’s name, asking if he were O.K. I thought they were in on it together. Jean-Claude rolled off the bed and threw up. I hoped he’d die that night”. He said

“I told him to stay away from me and I nearly killed Issabo. She told me that someone got her drunk. I could taste the bitter truth of her words, but I wanted her to feel the pain I’d felt. I wanted them both to. But jean-Claude didn’t. He had Asher and that whore, Julianna, to keep him sane. I had no one” He finished. It sounded as though he had needed to say all of this for a long time. Sorry, I wasn’t the agony aunt type.

“So Anita, I will have you for repayment of that night. You will stay with me, and Jean-Claude will be as unhappy as I was”. He said. The look in his eyes frightened me. I was starting to get angry, But I could feel that my throat was tight. I had to keep my eyes open to stop the tears coming down.

“I will have you and I will have the baby, you will both be mine”. He started to smile. That was it. I lost it.

“You won’t! You can’t keep people! I’m not a possession that you can just pick up and fucking drop when you’ve had enough! I don’t belong to you! I don't belong to Jean-Claude, but I love him! I love him more than I have ever loved anyone! I would rather die than be stuck hear with a spoiled, whingeing, fucking psychopath!” I screamed at him. I realised with a jolt that it was true. I was pulling against the chains, fat lot of good that would do me.

“I will never love you and you will never have me!” I screamed. He started to laugh.

He laughed full throated, belly rumbling laughs, but it was false. It was just an act.

“I don’t care if you love me. Is that what you think, Anita? That I want you to love me? All I want, is my brothers pain, and the only way I’m going to get that is by taking the thing he prises most from him. The thing he loves most” He stopped and smiled.

“You” He sighed and started again.

“I wont let you die. As long as my brother ends up hurt, I dont care what happens to him” He said

“So you don’t care if Jean-Claude dies?” I asked, though I’d already guessed the answer.

“I don’t want him dead. It means that he wont fell the pain of loosing you and a child. I want him alive. I want him to know what I felt and still feel every waking hour of my life!”. He smiled again. I screamed and started to pull on the chains again.

“Anita, calm down. Think about your baby!” Edward hissed at me. I’d forgotten he was there.

The basement door burst open, and Olaf and Michael came running in the room. Olaf looked at me and smiled. I hated him. He was going to die. Weather by my hands or others, he would die. They all would. It was a promise. Something must have shown on my face.

Michael noticed the look on my face, because he couldn’t look at me. He looked at Philippe and started to talk to him.

“Philippe, your brother is hear. He has brought a small army of people! I do not think that we can hold them for very long. What shall we do?” Michael asked him. I looked at Olaf. He was now looking at Edward in disgust. Olaf was very dangerous and Edward was tied up. Great.

“You, Michael, will unchain Anita, and Olaf can take care of her friend”. Philippe said. He looked at me the whole time he said it.

“I told you, Edward, we would one day find out which of us is better. I hope you are prepared to die tonight” Olaf said

“Bring it on” Edward said simply.

Looks like the shit was going to hit the fan, and for the first time in a long time, I weren’t helping cause it or the cause of it. Well, I was the cause of it, but it weren’t my fault. Michael walked over to me and undid the chains. I decided to be really stupid and try to make a break for it. Michael caught me round the neck and waist.

“Look down, Anita, and bear in mind, I will do it”. He whispered in my ear.

He loosened his grip on my neck enough for me to look down and see that he was holding a knife, or what could have been classed as a small sword, to my stomach. It wasn’t the blade side he was holding against my stomach, like you would to someone's throat I mean, he was holding it so the point would slide in. Not just cutting the surface, it would go through me. If he did it he could and probably would, kill the baby. I decided to stay still for once. I might survive it. if I didn’t, two of us wouldn't.

Philippe seen me struggle.

“Olaf, help Michael. You will get your revenge on him soon enough. We don’t want the Executioner getting ideas now, do we?” Philippe looked dead straight in my eyes. What ever he seen in them, made him look away. Maybe he saw his death, cause that was defiantly coming soon.

Chapter 18
 

Above us I could hear the sounds of fighting, growling and hurt noises. People were dying and Philippe only cared about his revenge. He didn’t care how many of his men's lives were taken. Michael and Olaf were still holding me tightly. Michaels hand on my neck with a knife pressed to my stomach with Olaf holding my arms. I didn’t struggle. There would have been no point in it.

Philippe was standing in the middle of the room. He looked like he was waiting for something

“It all ends hear, Anita, Jean-Claude will be broken and will go back to the rock from which he crawled out from under and I will have you”. He said. He didn’t look at me. He just looked out of the window and looked wistful.

I started to scream and call out for Jean-Claude. Olaf put his hand over my mouth. I bit at him, trying to make him let me go.

“Anita, remember what is pointed at your stomach!” Michael hissed in my ear.

“Do not worry about it, mon amie, he will come, he will try to get her and he will die. Nothing can stop the inevitable”. Philippe said. He walked over to stand in front of me.

“Bring her to her knee’s” He said. Pressure was put at the back of my legs. Olaf was trying to make me kneel. I wouldn’t do it. I pushed back against the force. He kept pushing, but, in theory, I should have had more strength than Olaf. I was a human servant.

Philippe noticed it, his eyes went wide. I kept pushing against the force that Olaf was applying.

“Very good, Anita, but a little show of strength won’t save you, your master or any one you hold dear from the death that will come to them to night”

With that, someone whacked the back of my legs and head hard enough that I cried out. My knees buckled with the force and my head flopped forward onto my chest. Edward yelled “Leave her alone!” as Philippe knelt in front of me.

“Olaf, go deal with our unwanted guest”. Philippe said. He looked at my face while he said it. Michael had one of my arms behind my back and the knife, or small sword, pointed at my stomach.

“Don’t fight it Anita, you will only have your life and your baby’s to loose if you do. Forget Jean-Claude. He failed to save Julianna all those years ago and he will fail to save you now!” as he said more, he got angrier and his voice got higher.

I was getting frightened and running out of hope. My face must have showed it. He took my chin in his hand. I jerked away from him. I didn’t want him touching me.

“You are on the wrong side again, Edward, you never learn. You should have fucked her and killed her along time ago. Now I am going to fucking kill you” Olaf’s voice rang out in the sudden silence.

“Don’t get too over confident, Olaf. You don’t want to know me when I’m unhappy. And I am very, very unhappy!” Edward said. Olaf started to laugh. He really, really shouldn’t have done that.

Philippe suddenly leaned forward and kissed me. He tried to open my mouth with his tongue. He dug his hands in either side of my face, so I couldn’t move, or pull away. I couldn’t breath! I felt something sharp on my tongue. He’d bitten me! I tasted blood but he still didn’t draw back. I brought my arms up to push him away but he took one of his hands away from my face, and held my wrists with all that supernatural strength. His other hand had moved to the back of my head, holding it immobile.

He pulled back. He had my blood all round his mouth. It was dripped from his mouth. I felt sick and swallowed. Problem is, I swallowed my own blood. That was it. I heaved and brought up blood.

My head felt like it was going to split open. I felt so sick, like I wanted to be sick again, but couldn’t. I was so hot. I looked up to see Olaf trying to hold Edward. He was struggling and telling Philippe to leave me alone.

The door burst open. I could hear Richard and Jean-Claude shouting my name. They got down the stairs and fanned out. Asher and Micah were there ,too. I felt so relieved. I just hoped we all got through the night.

“Michael, let her go. This is not your concern”. Jean-Claude said. I noticed the formation they’d chosen. Jean-Claude at the front. Asher and Richard next then Micah binning up the rear.

Michael laughed. “Your wrong, Jean-Claude, this has every thing to do with me” he said.

Michael bent down, still with the knife positioned just right, and lifted me up, gently. I didn’t know why. He hadn’t minded hurting me earlier.

“Then you will die with my brother” Jean-Claude said simply. Philippe laughed at that. They both moved forward into the middle of the room. A face off. Goodie.

“Dont be to over confident, my brother. You don’t have your human servant to help you now” Philippe said. They were walking round the room, facing each other off. Like in the wild, wild west

“You never change do you, Philippe. Always over look things. If you hadn’t been so wrapped up in your hate, you would have realised, I have a third” Jean-Claude said. Philippe’s face dropped a little. Richard stepped forward.

“My my. You have been busy. Olaf, go stand by Michael” Philippe said. Olaf went with out hesitation. Richard moved over to break Edwards chains. I heard a sharp snap and a crash as they hit the floor. Edward launched himself forward. My bet is that he was going for Olaf. Richard and Asher caught him round the waist.

“Do not worry, mon amie, you will have your revenge. Let her go, Philippe. She is nothing more to do with this. Let her go”. Jean-Claude said. He looked scrumptious. He was wearing a white shirt with frilly cuffs and a high collar and tight jeans. He had on his usual knee length boots. Richard was wearing black, tight, jeans and that was it. Asher was wearing the same outfit as Jean-Claude. Micah was wearing just black jeans.

Philippe came to stand in front of me. I really wanted to kill him. I could feel the rage building up inside of me. I tensed.

“You see Jean-Claude, you will die, so will every one you came with and I will have her. You took Issabo away from me all those years ago and I will take her away from you tonight”. Philippe said. To him it sounded like a perfect plan. It didn’t to me.

I still felt sick. I had to calm down. I was shaking violently. The anger was just making me feel worse. I wasn’t going to be much help to any one at the moment.

“Come then, my brother. Let us finally find out which one of us is stronger” Jean-Claude said. Philippe moved forward. Olaf and Edward started to move forward. This was going to get ugly very quickly. I decided to start struggling.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, Anita, remember what I have” He said in my ear.

“Fuck you” I said. It was the first thing I’d said for a long time.

“Don’t promise what your not willing to do” He said and he kissed my ear. I was really going to enjoy killing him.

The door opened again. A gun went and Michael jerked and cried out. blood started to run down my shoulder, down into the dress and down my cleavage. Dolf appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He’d shot him. Luckily it was the arm that was holding my arm behind my back.

“Anita, I didn’t get you did I?” He asked. He sounded tired and looked worse for wear. His suit was dirty and torn. He looked like he’d been in a fight. State the obvious why don't I.

“No, you didn’t get me” Tears were crawling down my face. Olaf notice what had happened and left Edward to come to stand by Michael. I started to struggle as much as I could. I Jean-Claude and Philippe were emitting power. Both of their powers were cold and electric. Olaf stopped when he felt it. It was raising the hairs on the back of my neck. This was not going to turn out good.

Chapter 19
 

Olaf carried on coming over, but slowly, to help Michael with me. I was taking advantage of Michael’s injury and struggling as much as I could. He was holding me to his body with the knife still pointed to my stomach. Olaf was about a metre away when Philippe let out an almighty force of power. Jean-Claude must have blocked him self but Olaf, who shouldn’t have been affected, couldn’t. He was thrown forward. On to me. On to the Knife.

I felt the knife slide in. Olaf was pinning me to the wall. Michael pushed him off us. He was either dead, or had been knocked out from the force of power. I couldn't breath. The pain was sharp and immense. The knife went through me and, I think, into Michael. I screamed when I could get enough air. The baby. Would it be dead?

Jean-Claude screamed my name and rushed Philippe. He went down. Asher, Richard, and Dolf came over. Michael let me go and ran. Richard went after him. He was so angry and upset. His face gave it all away. Micah followed him. As he moved, fur started to flow from him.

I was starting to see spots in front of my eyes. I fell to my knee’s and Asher caught me before I touched the floor.

“Anita, dont panic. It will be all right”. He said. He sounded doubtful and upset. Philippe screamed and Michael echoed him. I didn’t know where they were. Asher picked me up and then sat against the wall. Dolf knelt in front of me. He started to check me over.

“Don‘t move, or the knife will move round and cut you even more” He said.

“It’s killed the baby. It had to have”! I screamed. The tears were back again, and I couldn't stop them. The pain was like a disease. It was spreading through my body. I couldn’t get comfortable. I started to writhe because of it. Asher yelled for Jean-Claude and Richard.

Jean-Claude came over. Dolf moved over so he could be in front of me. He knelt be side me and picked me up and took me into the middle of the room. He knelt down and put me on the floor

“Can you hear me?” he asked

“Yes!” I screamed as another shot of pain went through me. I started to cry un controllably and writhe which made the pain worse, which made me writhe again. It was a never ending circle of pain.

“Anita! Stop moving! Your making the pain worse! Ma petite please, I need to help you”. He said he held my face in his hands. Blood started to pour from my mouth. I noticed that it was pouring from his mouth. When he touched me, I felt calmer. I noticed Richard above me. He knelt and touched me. The grey spots were getting fewer and far between. I was calmer.

Dolf came into view and put his hands over the knife

“You know what we’re gonna’ have to do, Anita?” He said. I closed my eyes and nodded my head. It was all I could do. I had a feeling that if I said something I was going to be sick. Richard knelt and lifted may torso and stomach, gently, into his lap. Jean-Claude cradled my head in his lap and hands. He didn’t want me to see what they were going to do.

My perfect pair were sitting side by side. I loved them both. If I got through this I would tell them.

“I’m going to count to three” Dolf said “One....Two...” And he pulled it out on two. I screamed. Jean-Claude and Richard echoed the scream. The pain was like nothing I’d felt before. It was like he was making a new wound. I was so going to be sick. I moved my head out of Jean-Claude’s hands and threw up. It was blood. I was throwing up blood. I felt so hot. I started to writhe again and couldn’t stop.

I’d just noticed that Dolf had his hands pressed to my stomach to stop the bleeding.

“Hold still, Anita! Stop it! Your going to hurt your self even more! Please!” Richard screamed. at me. Edward and Micah had joined us. I was still writhing. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. It was like the inside of my body was itching and I couldn’t do anything about it., It hurt and the spots were back again.

It took all five of them to stop me moving. Jean-Claude had my head. Richard and Edward my chest. Dolf still had his hand over the wound and Micah kept me legs still. I felt Jean-Claude and Richard open their marks. I didn’t have the energy to maintain my shields. I dropped my already battered shield and let them do it for me. Jean-Claude searched my body for the baby. I felt him go through me, like he was looking inside my stomach. He gasped and pulled back quickly. The sensation brought another wave of sickness. The pain was getting harder to handle. I’d finally stopped writhing.

“What...what ..have.. you.. found,... Jean” I breathed

“I’m not sure” Though he didn’t sound ’not sure’.

“Just...tell...me... please” I said quietly.

“I’m not sure. We need to get you to a hospital” He said.

He lifted me in his arms. He struggled a little, as though he couldn't hold me. Edward noticed it too.

“Let me take her. Your both injured, I can hold her” Edwards voice cut across the near silence. Jean-Claude put me into Edwards arms. I felt just as safe with him as I did with Jean-Claude. If not, more.

Edward looked at me as though I was the most expansive thing, and if he dropped me , I would break. The way I felt, I probably would.

“You don’t have to worry about Olaf now, Anita. You don’t have to worry about anyone now” He said and smiled. I smiled back. I felt safe.

And with that, my body went into shock. I wasn’t near Jean-Claude or Richard. Edward had trouble holding me. I couldn’t keep my self from passing out, and because the men weren't touching me, the bleeding and the pain got worse. Edward stopped and put me back on the floor. Jean-Claude and Richard weren’t looking to good either.

“I’ll go and get someone!” Edward shouted.

“Anita, Can you hear me? Say something if you can hear me. Anita, come on, Anita, Can you hear me......?” I could hear him, But the spots were taking me away. I passed out and Jean-Claude’s face was the last thing I seen.
 

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