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SLASH FIC: Off to See the Wizard 6-2/2 of ? [Buffy/Anita Blake]
Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/Anita Blake
Pairing: Oz/Jason, Jean-Claude/Asher, Anita/Micah/Nathaniel, Xander/Andrew, Willow/Kennedy
Warning: violence, character-bashing, rape, were-bestiality
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Anita Blake universe or its characters.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Anita threw her jacket at the wall and let out a wordless yell of frustration and rage.
She didn't know who to blame for tonight's complete fiasco, but she had a niggling suspicion that it was herself. She had been the one to try and shoot Oz but got Jason instead. She was the one that had totally lost control of the whole situation. She had been the one.
Grabbing a lamp from the small table, she hurled it at the wall with all her might. There was a loud THUMP-CRASH! and the fall of plaster from the new hole in the wall.
"Dammit!" She clenched her hands so tight that she could smell the scent of fresh blood from the nail marks in her palms.
She really didn't know what was wrong with her. It was as though all the passions of her life were overwhelming her--love, lust, fear, anger, hatred--they were eating her up. And somehow she couldn't even force herself to care, not until she did something truly unforgivable. Which shooting Jason surely counted as.
Without thinking, her body just becoming this machine for destruction, she began tearing her living room apart. Inhuman strength flung couches and recliners like children's toys, and completely ignored the pain of her torn fingernails.
Finally exhausted, she collapsed to the floor in the midst of torn upholstery, shattered wood, and glass shards. Panting for breath, she stared around with blank eyes, seeing nothing.
"A-Anita?"
She twitched at the tentative sound of that voice and forced herself to meet worried Easter egg eyes.
Nathaniel stood in the doorway leading from the hallway. He looked so young standing there, young and terribly vulnerable.
Staring at him, seeing his worry for her, for the first time in over a year Anita felt the rush of tears. Her breath caught in choked hitches and she began to sob helplessly, her hand raising instinctively to cover her face, hide her. She didn't want anyone to see her being so weak, human.
It was startling how fast and silently Nathaniel could cross the room to kneel by her side. "Oh Anita..."
She wouldn't have been able to say the words, but she was grateful for the warm arms that went around her, pulling her close.
Anita Blake laid her cheek against Nathaniel's shoulder and cried.
* * *
Jason was feeling pretty okay for a guy that had recently been dead.
It was almost funny how used he was to the thought of dying. It probably should have disturbed him, but he didn't even have it in him to really care.
From the moment he had been attacked by a werewolf, his entire life had become a different kind of thing and there was never going to be any going back. He was here and that was that.
Lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, he seriously had to consider the series of events that had led him to this place and time. What combination of things had brought him here as this person.
Normal guy Jason Schulyer had been eaten up by the monster and he doubted there would be any going back. He could barely remember what that other man had been like or even how he could have been that person at all.
It was night's like these that really reminded him of how different he had become. He honestly thought there had been a time when dying or even almost dying would have completely thrown him for a loop, but not anymore.
He had becomes used to a life filled with danger and he really didn't think that was a good thing. Because eventually there would come a time when he wouldn't duck fast enough and that would be the end of everything.
Jason scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed heavily. He didn't know what exactly the future would bring him, but he had a niggling suspicion it wouldn't be anything good.
Rubbing the smooth, unmarked skin of his chest, he had to wonder who Oz really was. Then he banished the questions. He knew who Oz was... his friend. And that was all he should let matter.
* * *
Jean-Claude sat behind his desk, the office light off. He didn't need it.
"*What are you thinking, my heart?*"
He turned his head to look at Asher. "*I am simply wondering what I have allowed into my territory.*"
"*He seems nothing more than human,*" Asher said.
Jean-Claude shook his head. "*There is something more in him, something powerful and strange. It disturbs me.*"
Asher pressed his chest against the back of Jean-Claude's chair and wrapped his arms around him. "*Yet you still wish to possess him, do you not?*"
Jean-Claude leaned his head back against Asher's shoulder. "*He is a fascinating creature. And the fact of the matter is, he doesn't make my skin itch as much as Anita does right now.*"
"*Ah,*" Asher sighed, his hands drifting down Jean-Claude's chest, down his belly, and down. "*Something must be done about her. The balance of her humors is severely off.*"
Jean-Claude made a wordless, murmuring sigh in his throat, spreading his legs a little.
"*She has no control,*" Asher said. "*She is not only a danger to herself, but to everyone around her. She is not the woman she was even five months ago. And what she is becoming... who is to know.*"
"*No more talking now,*" Jean-Claude ordered before he lost his voice completely.
Asher laughed a little, his chin digging a little into Jean-Claude's shoulder as he leaned closer over the other vampire, concentrating on the pleasure his hands gave.
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TBC...
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Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/Anita Blake
Pairing: Oz/Jason, Jean-Claude/Asher, Anita/Micah/Nathaniel, Xander/Andrew, Willow/Kennedy
Warning: violence, character-bashing, rape, were-bestiality
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the Anita Blake universe or its characters.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Anita threw her jacket at the wall and let out a wordless yell of frustration and rage.
She didn't know who to blame for tonight's complete fiasco, but she had a niggling suspicion that it was herself. She had been the one to try and shoot Oz but got Jason instead. She was the one that had totally lost control of the whole situation. She had been the one.
Grabbing a lamp from the small table, she hurled it at the wall with all her might. There was a loud THUMP-CRASH! and the fall of plaster from the new hole in the wall.
"Dammit!" She clenched her hands so tight that she could smell the scent of fresh blood from the nail marks in her palms.
She really didn't know what was wrong with her. It was as though all the passions of her life were overwhelming her--love, lust, fear, anger, hatred--they were eating her up. And somehow she couldn't even force herself to care, not until she did something truly unforgivable. Which shooting Jason surely counted as.
Without thinking, her body just becoming this machine for destruction, she began tearing her living room apart. Inhuman strength flung couches and recliners like children's toys, and completely ignored the pain of her torn fingernails.
Finally exhausted, she collapsed to the floor in the midst of torn upholstery, shattered wood, and glass shards. Panting for breath, she stared around with blank eyes, seeing nothing.
"A-Anita?"
She twitched at the tentative sound of that voice and forced herself to meet worried Easter egg eyes.
Nathaniel stood in the doorway leading from the hallway. He looked so young standing there, young and terribly vulnerable.
Staring at him, seeing his worry for her, for the first time in over a year Anita felt the rush of tears. Her breath caught in choked hitches and she began to sob helplessly, her hand raising instinctively to cover her face, hide her. She didn't want anyone to see her being so weak, human.
It was startling how fast and silently Nathaniel could cross the room to kneel by her side. "Oh Anita..."
She wouldn't have been able to say the words, but she was grateful for the warm arms that went around her, pulling her close.
Anita Blake laid her cheek against Nathaniel's shoulder and cried.
* * *
Jason was feeling pretty okay for a guy that had recently been dead.
It was almost funny how used he was to the thought of dying. It probably should have disturbed him, but he didn't even have it in him to really care.
From the moment he had been attacked by a werewolf, his entire life had become a different kind of thing and there was never going to be any going back. He was here and that was that.
Lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, he seriously had to consider the series of events that had led him to this place and time. What combination of things had brought him here as this person.
Normal guy Jason Schulyer had been eaten up by the monster and he doubted there would be any going back. He could barely remember what that other man had been like or even how he could have been that person at all.
It was night's like these that really reminded him of how different he had become. He honestly thought there had been a time when dying or even almost dying would have completely thrown him for a loop, but not anymore.
He had becomes used to a life filled with danger and he really didn't think that was a good thing. Because eventually there would come a time when he wouldn't duck fast enough and that would be the end of everything.
Jason scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed heavily. He didn't know what exactly the future would bring him, but he had a niggling suspicion it wouldn't be anything good.
Rubbing the smooth, unmarked skin of his chest, he had to wonder who Oz really was. Then he banished the questions. He knew who Oz was... his friend. And that was all he should let matter.
* * *
Jean-Claude sat behind his desk, the office light off. He didn't need it.
"*What are you thinking, my heart?*"
He turned his head to look at Asher. "*I am simply wondering what I have allowed into my territory.*"
"*He seems nothing more than human,*" Asher said.
Jean-Claude shook his head. "*There is something more in him, something powerful and strange. It disturbs me.*"
Asher pressed his chest against the back of Jean-Claude's chair and wrapped his arms around him. "*Yet you still wish to possess him, do you not?*"
Jean-Claude leaned his head back against Asher's shoulder. "*He is a fascinating creature. And the fact of the matter is, he doesn't make my skin itch as much as Anita does right now.*"
"*Ah,*" Asher sighed, his hands drifting down Jean-Claude's chest, down his belly, and down. "*Something must be done about her. The balance of her humors is severely off.*"
Jean-Claude made a wordless, murmuring sigh in his throat, spreading his legs a little.
"*She has no control,*" Asher said. "*She is not only a danger to herself, but to everyone around her. She is not the woman she was even five months ago. And what she is becoming... who is to know.*"
"*No more talking now,*" Jean-Claude ordered before he lost his voice completely.
Asher laughed a little, his chin digging a little into Jean-Claude's shoulder as he leaned closer over the other vampire, concentrating on the pleasure his hands gave.
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TBC...
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