The Eraser

Author note- Just thought I'd mentionthis story will contain SPOILERS for anyone who hasn’t read DH or Bullet. It is not necessary to have read bullet to understand this story, but some characters may not be known.
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Ch. 4- the first time


Anita hated waiting. It was so infuriating. She couldn’t just sit on the overly soft couch in the ‘living room’ of Jean-Claude’s chambers in the basement of the Circus of the Damned like the others. At the moment she was pacing in front of the large painting of Asher, Jean-Claude, and Juliana (A/N; not sure if this name is right).

“Ma petite, if you do not sit down soon I fear for the condition my Persian rugs will be in. Come, sit down. It is not healthy to be so tense.”

Jean-Claude stood from his place on the love seat with Asher. His long black curls floating around his face as he rose with that creepy grace that vampires have. His dark blue eyes were emotionless to anyone, but Anita could see the concern in them.

He walked over to her, his simple white shirt ruffling into perfection, his leather boots reaching up his legs and hugging his thighs, the black material of his pants barely noticeable. He grabbed Anita’s hand as past him for the fiftieth time.

“It will do no good pacing. It’ll be at least thirty minutes before they arrive. Until then, we should discuss the situation with our guests, don’t you agree?”

Anita stopped pacing, glancing at the group of people gathered in the living room. “You’re right.” She walked over to the love seat and sat on the arm as Jean-Claude resumed his seat.

Richard moved over to them, standing behind Anita, a hand on her waist and Jean-Claude’s shoulder. He and the rest of their friends had been told about the problem last night, all the animal groups not controlled by Jean-Claude being informed that day by Micah. Tonight they had gathered in the Circus to present a united front to Black and his pets. The walls were lined with their body guards. Bobby Lee was upstairs with Gram waiting for the wizard to arrive. Claudia and Remus were the closest guards, right behind Jean-Claude. Richard had brought Shang-Da and Jamil. Rafael and Louis were here sitting in chairs next to Asher. Micah, Nathanial, Zane, and Gregory were on there own couch. Domino and Nicky joined the guards along the walls. Requiem and London took up the last couch with Wicked and Truth standing behind them. (A/N anyone who doesn’t know what any of these people look like, I apologize. I will try to describe anyone I have speaking, but if you have questions I will be happy to answer them.)

“I’ve never seen you like this Anita.” Said Rafael, staring at her strangely, “you’re truly scared of this man aren’t you?”

Anita bristled at being called out on her fear. “You’ve never seen him in action before. He’s frightening and beautiful at the same time.”

Richard rubbed her arm lightly. “Why don’t you tell us what you mean Anita? Where did you meet him?”
Anita stood up and began pacing again, Persian rug be damned.

“Do you remember three years ago when I was avoiding you and Jean-Claude? (A/N I’m not sure if this lines up, but it works for my story if the events of Obsidian Butterfly happened three years ago in the Anita-verse, so bare with me.)

Richard nodded, “we were both hiding from Jean-Claude.” He looked over at said vampire, smiling sadly. “How you ever managed to be so patient with us is a mystery to me.”
“I’ve wondered that myself sometimes,” drawled Jean-Claude, mirth in his dark blue eyes.
Richard placed his hand on the vampire’s shoulder which was a big move for him. Anita couldn’t help but feel the rush of happiness at seeing them like that.

“I was confused during that time.” Anita shrugged. “I made mistakes, but the point is that during this time I was concentrating on doing my job as an executioner. I went to New York where a sort of animator convention was going on. Almost all the animators in the north east were there and even some from Europe. This big shot, Michael Wilson, was there and he was doing a rising of a pretty old corpse. He was showing off being able to raise old corpses. That’s where I first saw Black. He was staring at Wilson like a lion would a gazelle.

I was watching him, so I didn’t see Wilson finish his raising. That’s when it all went to hell. Wilson had raised a murdered zombie. It went ballistic. It killed Wilson first, then two bystanders in seconds. It was heading towards me and I was still gathering my necromancy when Black jumped into action. He had this stick and he shot red light at the zombie. It froze; it just locked up and stood still for him. He then hit it with a burst of fire from the end of the stick; I later learned it was his wand. He destroyed that thing in seconds. It was the most terrifying, but captivating thing I’ve ever seen. I could barely focus long enough to release the things soul. He introduced him self to me then. He’d been there to kill Wilson, and he looked disappointed the zombie had got him first. He was scary. He enjoys his job, more than he should.”

“He sounds like someone we could benefit from,” said Rafael.

“Doubtless,” said Asher, “but he’s also someone we do not need as an enemy. We will accommodate him and hope he returns home with no conflict.”

Jean-Claude nodded before standing. “Asher is correct. This is an enemy we cannot afford. Ma Petite. Come with me please.”

Anita looked at him funny, but followed him through the curtains that led to the bedrooms in the circus. They entered Jean-Claude’s room, shutting the door behind them.

“What is it Jean-Claude?”

Jean-Claude sat on the edge of the bed, bracing himself, “you need to feed.”

Anita glared at him, “I’m fine. We’ve made it to where I don’t need it as often. I don’t need to feed.” She crossed her arms, glaring at him.

“we don’t know what is about to happen Ma Petite. We don’t need you to suddenly be consume ardeur. Please, do it for me?”

Anita thought of all the things she could say back, but before she could, Jason walked into the room and she felt his power rolling off him. Jason wasn’t particularly strong for a were. But her wolf could smell pack and one who was hers. She looked to him and couldn’t look away. Jason smiled his boyish grin as he walked up to her his sky blue eyes glinting with mirth as he took in her stand-off-ish posture.

“Come on Anita, you could use a little extra juice.” He winked at her, already striping off his spandex shorts. Where did Jean-Claude get all the spandex and leather they had sitting around the circus? Her train of thought was cut off as Jason trailed his arms down Anita’s sides.
“I’ll leave you to it,” said Jean-Claude, standing up to leave.

“What? You’re not going to stay?” said Anita, braking out of her daze.

“Non Ma Petite. I’m afraid if I do, this will last far longer, and that is time we don’t have. I’ll be waiting for you.” He kissed her forehead before leaving the room and shutting the door. Anita sighed.

“Oh come on, I know I’m no master of the city, but I’m not that bad am I?” said Jason, badly disguised hurt in his eyes.

“Jason, you know that’s not what I mean, it’s just…” she faltered.

Jason kissed her forehead. “It’s ok Anita, I know. You don’t love me like that. And that’s ok.” He grinned at her, “Because right now we’re not about love. We’re going to fuck.”

Anita laughed despite herself. “Well I guess we better get busy.”

Jason grinned at her, walking up to her. He got a foot away from her, looking down into his eyes. Jason was only 5’5”, but it was enough that she had to tip up her head to see him. He had the amazing body of a dancer, and that’s what he was. He, along with Nathanial, worked at Jean-Claude’s exotic dance venue, Guilty Pleasures.

Not able to resist any longer, Anita wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips touching his in a soft kiss. She started to deepen the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue, drawling a moan from his throat.

Jason wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up easily and depositing her on the bed.
“let’s get you undressed before you let out the Ardor.” He reached up, sliding her shirt over her head, chuckling at the numerous weapons she had on her person. There were three knives and two guns, just on her torso. He unclipped her bra, tossing it the side. He then began to kiss her neck and her breasts as he expertly removed her pants. She didn’t feel the sparks she felt with Micah or Jean-Claude but she had always had a soft spot for Jason and he was her wolf to call. She felt her body reacting to his touch, her core tightening and aching for him. She let her hands trail up and down his back. Jason moaned, crawling up her body and grinding his spandex clad erection against her mound.

“You’re over dressed” said Anita, already moving her hand s down to the waist band, sliding them off.

“Well we couldn’t have that” said Jason, grinning down at her. He then recaptured her mouth in a deep passionate kiss. Anita felt the stirrings of the Ardor and she glanced up at Jason.

“Are you ready?” he said, kissing her on her cheeks, corner of her mouth and chin.

“I usually like more foreplay but,”

“We don’t have time for that. I understand Anita. Just let go. We need to get you feed.”

Anita nodded to him and then surrendered to the ardor. It wasn’t difficult; actually it felt so relaxing, for a moment, to let it out. Then she was floating on the waves of pleasure and desire as her body caught on fire.

Anita and Jason gasped as the magic charged their bodies. Anita felt her cunt drip with need and she felt Jason swell even more against her thigh. Unable to take it any more she rolled her hips flipping them over so that she straddled the werewolf’s hips. She let a crooning noise come from the back of her throat as slide down his length. Jason grunted as Anita began to bounce on his dick, fucking herself hard and deep. The waves of pleasure building and slamming into them with every beat of their hearts. The magic rose around them, tingling their skin, tightening their cores, and seeming to swallow their reality. All that mattered was completion. Anita road him, every down thrust hitting her sweet spot, the ardor determined to make that feel amazing.

After several more thrusts, Anita felt herself tensing up, the end near. Jason too felt the knot in his stomach.

“Feed Anita. I’m cuming!” Jason tensed up, his balls drawling up and his dick pulsing deep inside Anita shooting his load into her womb.

Anita finally let go of the last of her shields and let the ardor feed on the energy Jason presented to her. She drank down the energy like a parched man would water. And when she had her fill she collapsed on Jason’s chest, panting.

“Wow” said Jason, panting.

“Yea” agreed Anita, body still tingling with after shocks.
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Twenty minutes later Anita and Jason walked back into the greeting room hand in hand. Anita’s hair was still damp from her shower and she was practically vibrating with energy and power. Jason had a grin like a cat who had got the cream, or wolf.

Jean-Claude lifted a perfect eyebrow at the wolf, who had the decency to look humbled.

“Well you’ve certainly chosen the best time to return. Bobby Lee just gave us word. They’re here.”

Anita stiffened, but resumed her walk over to Jean-Claude, lounging against the arm of the couch. She hoped that she looked blaze, but knew she probably just looked sick.

Jean-Claude’s hand found it’s way to the small of her back, rubbing small circles there.
She glanced at him, “I guess its show time.”

"Oui, Ma Petite. It is time.”

They both turned to the creaking of the dungeon door as their “guests” stepped into their inner sanctorum.

The man who stepped into the room was not what any of them expected. He was average height, 5’ 11” at least. He was lean, but the green dress shirt he wore tucked into black slacks pointed out his definite muscles and gave his golden skin an almost glow. He was young. Nathanial’s age or older, 23 at most. He had the brightest green eyes any of them had ever seen, even Damian’s eyes paled in comparison. He had unruly black hair that tickled his collar and the golden flesh of his neck. He was smiling loftily at them all, hands spread in a mocking gesture of peace.

“Master of the city of St. Louis,” he said, bowing to Jean-Claude. “I thank you for graciously allowing me and my own into your city.”

Jean-Claude nodded to him, rising to stand before the surprisingly young man. “You are most welcome Mr. Black. I hope your stay is pleasant. If there is anything me or my own can do to make your stay more comfortable, do not hesitate to ask.”

Anita frowned at the politeness of the two. It was all too surreal. As if they were dancing to a dance that only they knew the steps to.

“I will remember that.” James Black smiled at the vampire, “But for now I would like for you to meet my associates, seeing as they will be joining your community soon, I thought it pertinent.”

“Then by all means, bring in your friends.”

Black nodded before moving back to the door an opening it. A flood of people walked in all various ages. Everything was fine, until the final two entered the room. One was a golden haired child, about eight years of age. But that wasn’t the problem; the problem was who was holding her. He was one the most beautiful men they’d ever seen, which was saying something with the company they kept. He had long blond hair, if you could call it blond, that reached the middle of his back and was straight as silk. Where Asher’s hair was spun gold, this mans hair was like spun white gold, so pale it was almost white. He was a moderate height, 5’8” or so. He had a slender physique and pristine clothes. A pale grey shirt graced his slender torso, and white slacks encased his long slender legs. His piercing grey eyes glanced around the room with a level of contempt Anita thought Asher would envy. Everything was fine, until his eyes met Anita’s. It was like lightning had struck them. They stood there, frozen like statues, until a low growl escaped the pale hair man’s throat and he put the child down, taking steps towards Anita. He made a strange keening noise deep in his throat and his body was vibrating with barely contained power.

Anita could feel his animal, the white lion practically staring her in the face and she felt her lioness perk up and move forward from that place where her beasts reside. Micah came up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and Richard did the same on her other side.

The blond man saw this and growled low and dangerously. Black witnessed all of this with a peculiar expression on his face. He then looked to his lion and back to Anita, before smiling. “Now this is going to be interesting.”

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So, that was chapter 4. I know it took awhile, but my muse went crazy for awhile. I’m going to try to update at least once a week, maybe twice if i'm inspired, from now on. I hope you all enjoy.