Character death: Anita, ish.
Apr. 18th, 2006 07:13 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Ok, first ever fanfic type anything--so I apologize if it absolutely sucks. And for the extensive use of the comma. And the ...'s.
Still. Yay for entertainment!
Title:Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Spoilers: No real spoilers, as long as you know who each character is (Micah, Nathaniel, Raina)
Length: 507 words
Opening my eyes to the bright light of the morning sun, I smiled, stretching muscles slightly sore from the previous night's exertions. I basked in the decadent feeling of such freedom, after so long. Running my hands over my naked skin, I laughed aloud in sheer luxurious joy.
To each side of me lay a cold muscular body, last night's entertainment. It had been so long since I had the freedom to enjoy myself that I'm afraid I had gotten a bit carried away. I shrugged--such is life, and it wasn't like men are hard to come by. Especially for Anita Blake, slut extraordinaire. Still, with such long hair and pretty lilac eyes, it was a shame that I'd gotten so enthusiastic with that one. He had been quite talented, quite pretty. Best yet, even as the whip had stripped the skin from his flesh, he had still begged for more.
Frowning I slid from the still damp sheets to study the second man, the one I wasn't familiar with. He didn't appear to be much bigger than I, with a slightly androgynous face and broad shoulders. His green-gold eyes starred sightlessly up at the ceiling, intriguing me with their color. I had been too involved last night to pay much attention, a fact I could almost regret. Although he was (had been) very...generously...endowed, he had provided little entertainment. If a person wasn't begging me to hurt them or screaming in pain, there really wasn't much fun involved. To tell the truth, this one had been rather...bland.
I shrugged again, grimacing as a curly strand of matted black hair bobbed stiffly before my eyes. I had forgotten about that. Body fluids really do make for hell's own bad hair day.
Side stepping the gory bedspread that lay across the floor, I took a moment to study the face in the mirror. Curly black hair wild with dried fluids, pale skin and dark brown, almost black eyes. Grimacing again, I touched one of the many scars that marred my unfortunately pasty skin. It was too bad, really, but beggars can't afford to be choosers. It was enough to make me miss my old abilities, despite the new. Hopefully I would continue to gain new powers as I had more and more mystical sex. Power is always good, and well...sex is good too.
I laughed again, the noise rich, seductive despite the fact that both occupants of the bed were way past the point of appreciation. For a moment I regretted the loss of thick auburn hair, wide amber eyes and such a voluptuous body, but then the excitement swirled through me again. No one would be expecting this, no one would be prepared...St Louis would be my playground once more. Who would think to challenge 'the Executioner'? The power, the citywide control was already in place, I just had to claim it.
"Ready or not boys, here I come. The bitch is back in town..." I chuckled again. After all, possession IS nine tenths of the law...
Still. Yay for entertainment!
Title:Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Spoilers: No real spoilers, as long as you know who each character is (Micah, Nathaniel, Raina)
Length: 507 words
Opening my eyes to the bright light of the morning sun, I smiled, stretching muscles slightly sore from the previous night's exertions. I basked in the decadent feeling of such freedom, after so long. Running my hands over my naked skin, I laughed aloud in sheer luxurious joy.
To each side of me lay a cold muscular body, last night's entertainment. It had been so long since I had the freedom to enjoy myself that I'm afraid I had gotten a bit carried away. I shrugged--such is life, and it wasn't like men are hard to come by. Especially for Anita Blake, slut extraordinaire. Still, with such long hair and pretty lilac eyes, it was a shame that I'd gotten so enthusiastic with that one. He had been quite talented, quite pretty. Best yet, even as the whip had stripped the skin from his flesh, he had still begged for more.
Frowning I slid from the still damp sheets to study the second man, the one I wasn't familiar with. He didn't appear to be much bigger than I, with a slightly androgynous face and broad shoulders. His green-gold eyes starred sightlessly up at the ceiling, intriguing me with their color. I had been too involved last night to pay much attention, a fact I could almost regret. Although he was (had been) very...generously...endowed, he had provided little entertainment. If a person wasn't begging me to hurt them or screaming in pain, there really wasn't much fun involved. To tell the truth, this one had been rather...bland.
I shrugged again, grimacing as a curly strand of matted black hair bobbed stiffly before my eyes. I had forgotten about that. Body fluids really do make for hell's own bad hair day.
Side stepping the gory bedspread that lay across the floor, I took a moment to study the face in the mirror. Curly black hair wild with dried fluids, pale skin and dark brown, almost black eyes. Grimacing again, I touched one of the many scars that marred my unfortunately pasty skin. It was too bad, really, but beggars can't afford to be choosers. It was enough to make me miss my old abilities, despite the new. Hopefully I would continue to gain new powers as I had more and more mystical sex. Power is always good, and well...sex is good too.
I laughed again, the noise rich, seductive despite the fact that both occupants of the bed were way past the point of appreciation. For a moment I regretted the loss of thick auburn hair, wide amber eyes and such a voluptuous body, but then the excitement swirled through me again. No one would be expecting this, no one would be prepared...St Louis would be my playground once more. Who would think to challenge 'the Executioner'? The power, the citywide control was already in place, I just had to claim it.
"Ready or not boys, here I come. The bitch is back in town..." I chuckled again. After all, possession IS nine tenths of the law...
no subject
Date: 2006-04-18 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:18 am (UTC)Or maybe that's just my take.
no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:31 am (UTC)For all his lack of reaction, I think she'd just kick Micah into a corner. Beating the crap out of somebody isn't any fun if they're not sobbing and crying for mercy - and I get the feeling that he'd just bow his head and take it.
no subject
Date: 2006-04-18 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-18 11:49 pm (UTC)-Dira-
no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:06 am (UTC)Splendid fic. I miss Raina and Gabriel so much. They actually had backbone.
no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:21 am (UTC)Even though I really prefered Raina before she was killed and became the 'evilist ghost EVA' I still want to know what the hell happened to her. Or maybe I just lost the details within the rest of the sex? I suppose that's a possibility too...
no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:32 am (UTC)Actually, I don't remember the last time it happened, either. Has LKH forgotten Raina existed? Wouldn't surprise me.
no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:43 am (UTC)Hey now, LKH's imagination is still there...it's just focused on nothing but creating new characters for Anita to have sex with!
no subject
Date: 2006-04-19 12:30 am (UTC)I miss Raina.
no subject
Date: 2007-01-28 10:50 pm (UTC)