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No real spoilers, minimal violence, some allusion to smut, and a take on a certain Master vampire that Anita doesn't seem to want to contemplate quite enough of late.

Disclaimer: The characters herein are Laurell K. Hamilton's. The situation is entirely a fignewton of my own demented brain.



"Whatever is wrong, Ma Petite?"

It was difficult for Jean Claude not to notice Anita, sitting and sobbing on the side of the bed as she was. He yawned, though he really had no need to breathe, and stretched. He reached a hand over to stroke the still form of Asher, wondering idly who the third would be in the menage au trois this night.

"I'm so out of control, Jean Claude..."

"Hush, Cherie. We know this. Have we not been working on it together?"

"Well, it's a little too late for that!"

He frowned slightly, looking ever so concerned, but really just feeling especially well fed. "What have you been up to, Petite?" Anita had been more and more difficult of late. It had been worst, he knew, since she'd been claiming The Ardeur. He knew that it wasn't that. Well, not exactly that. But he did have to keep her needy somehow, and what better way to explain that he'd been feeding his own needs for sex through her than to drain her off enough that she thought that she needed sex to survive? It really did serve her right, honestly and truly. He had to admit, though, that perhaps it was backfiring. She didn't need a tenth of what she was getting, and was using it as an excuse to cat about entirely too much of late.

But then, hadn't she expected him to starve all of those many months? She was so terribly self centered. Of course she had, and of course, he hadn't. He'd just been sure to block his feedings from her. She really wasn't half so good as she tended to think she was about figuring out such things. Far too busy running off at the mouth to listen. It was beginning to get terribly old.

He just hoped that she'd not drained Nathaniel dry, too. That one had felt a bit iffy. He was such a delectable little thing. So compliant. Plus, he had such a lovely derriere.

"What did you do, Ma Petite, Cherie?" He repeated.

"I was making love to Micah..."

Of course. Le chat. Damned annoying, frankly. He'd always preferred Richard. Especially since he'd convinced the man that a touch of man-on-man loving was truly not so bad. Wouldn't Anita be surprised if he ever told her about that? Hmm. And eventually, he was quite certain that Msr. Zeeman would go all the way. Patience, yes, lovely.

"Oui, Cherie." He drew her into his lap, and held her, noting that she was half-ready to shove him away. She could be most trying.

"I just couldn't stop, Jean Claude. I'd already had sex with a few of the leopards, put huge bite marks into Nathaniel, done a couple of the werewolves, and everyone back stage at Guilty Pleasures, but I just couldn't stop."

"Did you not try eating?" He was well aware of her activities of the night before, of course, and of the fact that she'd downed an enormous portion of Coq au vin, along with blackberries and cream. Just scrumptuous. Perhaps tonight, he'd ensure that it would be someone else he didn't like, and duck...hmm..au cerise, yes.

"Yes. It didn't work! Micah and I were doing it, and doing it, and we were both BLEEDING...and it was just so good..."

"Of course, Cherie." It was all that he could do not to roll his eyes. He could feel every bit of the average tussle with Le Chat, and really, he wasn't that impressive. Too, he was well and truly getting sick of her. She'd been rather cute as a prude, but she'd gone completely overboard now. He'd not drawn so much from her that eating wouldn't have covered it reasonably, no. Still, she'd been with half of St.Louis. A little was fine, a good feeding was wonderful, but turning into a complete slattern, non. The woman had no self control at all, regardless of what she might want to think. Well, it had been past time for a good, solid lesson.

"We just kept going, and going, and then, he made this terrible noise. It was like a grinding, gargling, and the look in his eyes, before they started to bleed... Oh, God, Jean Claude. I killed Micah, and he was dead, and I still couldn't stop!"

"There there, Cherie.." He snuggled her close, smiling over her shoulder, where she could not see, then hiding the expression in yet another look of concern. "I am certain that things will improve, that you did not mean this. How do you say? Time heals all wounds? I will care for you. We will work harder to see that this does not happen again." At least, not to anyone he liked.

"I was in love with him!"

"But of course you were, Cherie." And how long did you expect for me to allow that to go on, hmm?



-Dira-

Date: 2006-04-05 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dwg.livejournal.com
Hee! Awesome!

I miss your JC. And oh...JC/Richard...mmmmmmm. *happy thoughts*

Date: 2006-04-05 11:44 pm (UTC)
pith: (24-heroin)
From: [personal profile] pith
Best. JC. Ever.

This is utter awesomeness. I was starting to think that JC could not be redeemed, that LKH had totally ruined him, but you've proven me wrong. Danke.



Date: 2006-04-05 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragon-mouse.livejournal.com
Mwahaha! JC was lovely in this! Perfection.

Date: 2006-04-06 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
oh my goodness. I do believe I love you.

Date: 2006-04-06 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
XD Awesome. Your portrayal of JC was amazing, but the part I liked best was the fact that Micah was dead. haha. I am horrible.

Date: 2006-04-06 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
::waves the RAZ flag::

Date: 2006-04-07 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
yes, but the only reason Richard turned to a wuss is because of Laurell. There was Micah now and she wanted Richard out of the picture. If Richard were to finally see the light then he'd say 'frell this shit' and he'd drop all his excess baggage and be free from it.

Date: 2006-04-10 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
haha, I found out that my mother bought the Micah book. I guess she's glutton for punishment. But as I did not pay for it I might as well give it a chance, haha.

Date: 2006-04-11 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alorarose.livejournal.com
haha. Apparently my mom found it in BJ's for 5 dollars. Guess you can't go wrong for 5 bucks.

it's 280 pages with large font and HUGE margins, haha. This should be a really quick read.

Date: 2006-04-06 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] susie-tx.livejournal.com
I'm a Micah fan but that was great! ROFL!

Date: 2006-04-10 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanity-lost.livejournal.com
I think I may have to declare my undying adoration for you. Yes. I do. I declare it.

That was a beautiful rendition of JC and I wish it were what Laurell would write. I love your JC. And a happy farewell to Le Chat. Slogging through Micah killed all fondness I had for Le Chat.

Thanks for the vignette. It was delectable. Do you write JC often?

Date: 2007-01-29 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] safrialailo.livejournal.com
See just the other day I was saying to a friend who hadn't read the series "in my head JC is just using all this to feed himself and letting anita keep herself busy while HE runs the city and ocassionally sleeps with her to convince her than the world still revolves around her". This however , is even better :D

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