Anita Blake and the Beautiful Pommedesang

Challenge C. the Dursleys left Harry in France when he was 10 and he meets Asher and becomes his Pomme-de-sang and goes with him to St. Louse. Harry is submissive and a Masochist.

I don’t own Anita Blake or the characters in it, they belong to Laurell. K. Hamilton. Harry Potter and characters belong to J. K. Rowling. I don’t even own the idea, that belongs to Alex I’m just writing it. XD

WARNING: This is slash with Anita bashing, if you don't like either of these please do not read this fic. Also do not flame me if you do read this, I have warned you that this is slash, has minor blood play, scenes of violence and possibly some swearing. If I get flames for writing any of those then you will be ignored, I have given you fair warning. You have been warned.
Thanks: I'd like to thank Alex from for the challenge, I'd like to thank my friend Kitty-chan for helping me get this first chapter up and running, without her I'd never have done this. I'd like to thank my dust bunnies who have been gnawing at my mind with ideas for this and I'd like to thank everyone who will read this and review it in the future. Thank you everyone!

Anita Blake

The beautiful Pomme-de-sang


Chapter one

Harry Potter looked around the French streets; he sat shivering in his torn, overly large jeans and t-shirt, his dirty and broken sneakers hidden under the jeans. He looked up at the people walking past him, he couldn’t understand them and always ran when he saw a Police man, and they shouted at him and scared him.


He’d been here for a week now, living on the streets, eating out of the bins. His family, the Dursleys, had abandoned him there while on holiday. They shouldn’t be weighed down with a freak like him and no one would miss him, no one wanted him. He should be happy they took him in for as long as they did, it was time he lived on his own.


He sighed huddling in on himself, he always sat on the main street near the huge tower, he didn’t know what it was called but it was beautiful at night. All light up and sparkling, he’s sit under it and just watch the people walk, never leaving with anyone always staying were his Uncle had left him.


He looked up when two perfectly polished shoes stopped before him, his eyes trailed up the finely tailored trousers, the fitting poet like shirt and finally to the man’s face. It was beautiful, alabaster white with a sparkling blue eye, the left side of his face was hidden behind a curtain of silky blonde hair. Harry was in awe of the beautiful man, he swallowed feeling nervous, his mouth having gone dry. He felt scruff next to this man, but then he was always scruff him, the little freak that he was.


“Mon emeraude petit chat, what are you doing out here?” The nice man asked kneeling down before him; Harry pressed back into the tower and shivered looking away.

“My…my family left me.” He said biting into a finger, he wasn’t meant to tell anyone! Uncle Vernon had threatened to kill him if he did, he looked at the man but all he saw was kind eyes.

“Really? Tell me more petit chat.” Harry nodded and slowly uncurled himself, he liked the man. His voice relaxed him and his kind eyes made him feel warm, the nice man picked him up and stood. “My name is Asher, what is yours little one?”


Harry blushed his hands in the man’s hair as he was carried, it smelt of cherries. He laid his head on the broad shoulder smiling softly as he closed emerald eyes.


“I’m Harry Potter.”

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That night Harry slept upon the biggest and softest bed ever in his short life! He curled up at the head of the bed a pillow held to his chest; Asher smiled softly watching his little kitten sleep. He sat down and watched that was all, his sharp blue eyes watching the rise and fall of Harry’s chest, listening to the little puffs of air as the boy breathed.


Harry woke up feeling eyes on him, he smiled up at Mr. Asher, sitting up he rubbed his eyes yawning softly. He stretched making it look like he was a cute kitten; it drew a smile to Asher’s lips as he watched.

“Harry I wish to speak with you, I must tell you something about me.”

“What is it Mr. Asher?” Harry’s little voice asked as he turned to the blonde man smiling sweetly, Asher picked Harry up and sat him on his lap.

“I am not a…humain, I am a… vampire.”


The little boy smiled and giggled thinking the nice man was joking with him, when the man didn’t laugh Harry looked up. All he saw in those beautiful, dark blue eyes was truth. He thought it over and shivered turning pale, he looked up his emerald eyes filled with fear.

“Are you going to eat me?” Asher’s laugh filled the room making things inside Harry’s body twist and turn in pleasure, he didn’t know what it meant but it felt nice.

“Non I shall not eat you petit Harry. I want to make you my Pomme-de-sang, my apple of blood.”

“Apple of blood? What is that?” Harry asked straddling Asher’s thigh muscular thighs and cocking his head to the side in interest.

“It means that you would be bound to me, immune to a vampire’s gaze and their powers and you will also feed me. A sip of your blood once a day will keep me alive and moving, but I only wish to do this if you do Mon emeraude petit chat.”

“I get to come with you?” Harry asked laying his head on Asher’s shoulder, the large hand rubbing his back calming him. He felt the blonde ma…no vampire nod; he smiled and pulled back nodding himself.

“I want to be you’re pome-da-sang.” He said feeling excited; Asher laughed softly and shook his head.

“It is Pomme-de-sang.” Harry blushed and looked down.

“I want to be you’re Pomme-de-sang.” Asher nodded and laid down with Harry on his chest, the ten year-old curled up on the huge chest and smiled closing his emerald eyes, drifting back into the welcoming abyss of sleep.

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Six Years Later St. Louis Airport America

Sixteen year old Harry Potter looked around the airport a bag in his hands, standing behind him was a huge blonde man with the right side of his face hidden behind a curtain of hair. They looked around as they walked to the doors to leave the stuffy, over crowded airport.

Harry had changed in the last six years; he’d grown taller and was now 5’7”. His hair had grown long too, he’d let it grow until it reached his ankles. It was usually up in a bun or a braid, that night it was left free. He turned his emerald eyes to his Master and smiled as they left the airport, they slid into the limo Harry leaning into Asher when the door closed.


He was excited to meet his Master’s friend and old lover, he had felt jealous at first but if his Master wished to start a relationship with the other French vampire then there was nothing he could do.

He moaned softly as Asher kissed along his neck, tonguing the mark his last bite had left. He felt himself grow hard as his Master’s hands ran up under the red silk shirt he wore to pluck and twist his nipples, he cried out as Asher’s fangs gently pierced his neck. He felt each draw like a suck to his cock, his hands clutching at Asher’s muscular thighs as he shuddered. As Asher finished drinking Harry came within his trousers, he lent back into the blonde vampire panting for breath, his forehead beaded with sweat as his heart calmed down again.


Asher smiled as his Pomme fell asleep, over the years they’d been together he’d fallen in love with the beautiful male, he’d held himself in check until this day. July 31st his emeraude petit chat’s birthday, his 16th to be exact. He chuckled brushing his fingers through Harry’s hair, knowing his Pomme would be angry at him for teasing him. He lent down and sucked on the mark healing it a bit, his tongue moving out to lick at the damp skin.


Harry woke to gentle hands rubbing his arms, big hands belonging to a man he knew well. He smiled softly lifting his emerald eyes to the blonde vampire he loved; he nuzzled his cheek against the broad chest a hand on the vampire’s shoulder. Asher smiled watching his Pomme with loving eyes; he gently brushed Harry’s hair back kissing the lightning bolt scar.

“We are nearly there mon Pomme.” He said holding Harry tightly, he had worried what his old lover would think of his petit pomme, soon after thinking that he shook it of. If Jean-Claude had a problem with his Pomme then they’d deal with it, with Harry not being there to see.


Looking outside Harry saw a huge circus come into view, they pulled in and climbing from the back of the limo Harry’s eyes caught site of the vampire clowns. He smiled giggling softly; it was quite funny that the Master of the City lived under a circus with vampire clowns.

Harry looked up at Asher and smiled, the blonde vampire was hiding the right side of his face again. Harry hated when he did, to him the scars were beautiful, and they made the blonde seem all the more handsome. He took his Master’s hand and allowed himself to be lead through the busy circus, many humans stopped to watch the two earth real men pass. One as dark as the night sky and one as bright as the morning light. Harry could feel many eyes on him, mostly those of the humans but some of the weres’ and vampires’ around them stopped to watch.


They reached a big top; it was white and red and had two werewolves standing outside taking tickets. Asher walked past them Harry trailing after, they walked down the stairs and across to a wooden door. Down in the ring Harry could see some weres’ changing form slowly, there was a wolf, a leopard and a rat, he was quit fascinated upon seeing the rat having never seen one before. Sadly his view was cut as they entered the room, a rosy blush covering his tan cheeks when his emerald eyes fall upon a naked man. The man screamed of were and Harry knew it was a wolf, he kept close to his Master seeing just how many weres’ and vampires’ were in the room. Once vampire in particular had attracted his Master’s eye, looking the dark vampire over Harry knew why.


The dark vampire radiated power; it was like a sharp slap to the face. He was small, slender, had gorgeous blue eyes and long curly black hair. Harry knew this must be the Master Jean-Claude; he kept his emerald eyes down once he’d looked the man over. He felt Asher’s hand leave him as he began to speak with Jean-Claude in French, he kept close to Asher knowing the huge vampire was his only safety amongst these people, even if Asher had taught him to control his magic he still wasn’t good enough.

Harry jumped when he noticed the vampires’ and weres’ leaving, he looked around and found only himself, Jean-Claude and Asher remained. As the door closed Harry’s eyes turned to his Master, trusting the blonde vampire to keep him safe and alive through this.

“Mon emeraude petit chat, we have agreed that we shall share our pomme’s blood. Sadly mon ami’s pomme is not here, he is with mon ami’s human servant.” Asher said looking into Harry’s eyes to see his reaction, knowing if he had to punish the boy that Jean-Claude would want to watch. “You shall let the Master drink from you.”


Harry nodded blushing softly, feeling him self shiver at the thought of being feed from twice in one day. He walked over to the Master so he could decide how they’d do it, he yelped in surprise as the Master’s strong yet gentle arms pulled him down into the man’s lap. Harry looked up shyly the rosy pink of a blush on his cheeks as his emerald eyes meet the dark captivating blue of Jean-Claude’s.

“Mon chat you are beau.” Jean-Claude said looking Harry over, he lent down tipping Harry’s chin to the right. He gently pierced the boy’s neck with his fangs rolling him lightly to stop any pain not knowing Harry enjoyed pain, the soft mewling moan leaving the boy made Jean-Claude aroused. He held onto the emerald kitten, drinking down the powerful blood. His ami had picked a wonderful pomme, not only was the boy beautiful but he was also powerful, the boy’s power played in his blood tickling Jean-Claude’s pallet.


Asher watched them from the sofa; he watched the pleasured look on his petit chat’s face and smiled. He loved watching the boy’s face; it was always filled with such emotion it took his breath away…well it would if he had any. The blonde vampire looked at the door in interest as shouting could be heard, he arched a brow as the door slammed open and in stepped a small black haired woman. He knew who it was, he was on his feet watching as two werewolves’ and two wereleopards’ entered the room behind her.


Anita glared as she reached the door, two rats running behind her saying she couldn’t enter. Ha! She was the Master’s girlfriend she could go were ever she wanted, when ever she wanted dammit! She kicked the door down, ready to scream at Jean-Claude when her eyes caught what was going on. She paled and drew her gun leveling it at the new vampire.

“What the fuck is going on!” She screamed looking at her lover sucking at some poor boy’s neck, she watched as Jean-Claude pulled back licking his lips the boy falling limp against his chest. The blonde vampire walked over and picked the boy up, whispering to him in French as he sat down. Jean-Claude licked his now cherry red lips, his skin turning a soft alabaster color, making him look more alive than he had before.

“Ma petit why are you here?” He asked in a husky voice as he stood, Anita was livid. She turned her browning on her lover and held him at gun point, glancing at the boy as he nuzzled the blonde vampire’s chest,

“What the fuck is going on? Why are you drinking and rolling a minor?!” She shouted glairing at the black vampire; Jean-Claude frowned and raised his hands.

“Mon chat is sixteen ma petit and he is also mon ami’s Pomme-de-sang.”

Anita looked at them all shaking her head, Jason passed her and walked over to Jean-Claude nuzzling him in way of hello. Nathanial passed Anita so he could see the boy, he looked him over and smiled sitting beside the blonde vampire. Anita put her gun away watching as one of her own leopards went to two strangers and spoke with them, Micah was behind Nathanial listening. Richard laughed as he entered, glad to see the shocked look on Anita’s face, he hated her with all his heart. After she’d left St. Louis for those months so long ago, he and Jean-Claude had made a pact and soon after that they became friends. They now knew that Anita only played with them, they were waiting for Micah and his pack to figure it out.


Anita Blake was not happy; her lover the Master of the City had been drinking from a little boy. Her ex-fiancé was ignoring her, her other lovers were ignoring her and that little brat was smiling happily and talking to all the men. Weren’t kids meant to be seen and not heard? She glared watching as the boy lent into the blonde vampire, Asher she thought his name was. She wanted so badly to kick that runts ass, Jean-Claude, Micah, Nathanial and Richard were her’s, she didn’t give a shit about Jason he could have the little runt but the other lot were her’s!
“You can sing?!” Jason shouted his eyes big; Harry blushed and nodded noticing how everyone was looking at him.

“Oui…I love to sing.” He said looking down at his dainty hands, one of Asher’s big ones enfolding his smaller one.

“Come we promised Jean-Claude a performance also now would be a good time, non mon ami?”


Jean-Claude smiled and nodded, standing with a graceful shrug of the shoulder.

“Oui it is the perfect time, one set has just ended. We can fit you in now, later we’ll make dance routines to it and such.” The black vampire said leading them all outside of the office and down behind the stage, Harry felt nervous as he looked up at his Asher ignoring the burning glares from Ms. Blake. Everyone was left outside as Jean-Claude, Asher and Harry entered the dressing room. Harry was given some leather and pushed into a cubical, he could hear the two vampires talking outside as he got changed. He pulled back the curtain and came out blushing as the vampires looked him over with hungry eyes, he’d wriggled himself into a black leather cat suit with heals attacked to it. Having worn high heels before Harry was able to stand straight and walk in them; he smiled at the two men turning for them to see.

“Is it okay?” He asked softly feeling sexy, he nearly grinned when he saw Asher nod in dumb wonder, Jean-Claude grinned at his old lover’s reaction and took Harry’s arm sitting him at a vanity.


He applied the make-up to Harry’s face like an artist, black eyeliner to make the emerald eyes stand out, black eye shadow to make the eyes darker, red lipstick to turn the rosy lips a cherry colour, a little blusher to make his cheek bones more defined and finally some lip gloss to make his lips shinny. Jean-Claude then attacked Harry’s hair; with the help of


Asher he got the long beautiful black hair into a sort of honey comb style with pleats through out it. Harry smiled brightly when he saw the end results; he hugged Jean-Claude before pulling back and blushing having forgotten just who the vampire was.

“Sorry.” He said softly eyes down, Jean-Claude just chuckled and kissed Harry’s cheek.

“It is alright, I did not mind.” He said looking at his old friend. “Shall we?” Asher nodded and took Harry’s hand; they walked out of the dressing room and back to the group. Harry’s blush growing darker as the other men looked at him and wolf whistled.

“Harry boy your smoking!” Jason said leering at the boy, Harry blush smiling softly as Micah, Nathanial and Richard nodded in agreement.

“Now mon chat its time to go on and sing.” Jean-Claude said leading Harry onto the stage with the red silk curtains down, Harry stood at the microphone and looked around. Jean-Claude smiled and walked back to the group of men leading them up into the crowed of humans, Anita trailing after them looking pissed.


The music began a bass guitar, a drum kit, keyboard and piano. The lights came on to show the men playing them; the curtains began to go up, showing Harry in all his leather glory.


“You make me invisible
Like sky you make my day
I feel so wonderful
Oh oh-oh don't let go


I'm seeing the dark of you
It feels like I never saw the sun…”


Harry had his eyes closed as he sang, his body moving in time to the music. His eyes began to open as he moved a hand on the microphone and the other running down his body to his hip.


“Should I shout for a rescue?
Oh oh-oh don't let go
Oh oh-oh don't let go


Two hearts are beating together
I'm in love, I'm in love
Is this forever and ever
I'm in love, I'm in love


Two hearts are beating together


I'm in love, I'm in love
Is this forever and ever
I'm in love, I'm in love


Looks good in sunshine
Hold on because I’m coming on up for air
I can't even see up here
Oh oh-oh don't let go
Oh oh-oh don't let go


Two hearts are beating together
I'm in love, I'm in love
Is this forever and ever
I'm in love, I'm in love


Two hearts are beating together
I'm in love, I'm in love
Is this forever and ever
I'm in love, I'm in love


I'm in love, I'm in love
Is this forever and ever
I'm in love, I'm in love
Two hearts...”


The crowed stood shouting and clapping, Asher felt proud of his pomme as the boy smiled at the people and bowed even as the silk curtains came down hiding him from view.


Anita followed them as they went to see Harry; Asher smiled and kissed the boy’s cheek.

“You were amazing mon chat.” He said hugging the boy tightly as Jean-Claude nodded smiling softly.

“You call that singing? I’ve heard screeching cats sound better than him. You’re all being nice to him because he’s dressed up as a slut; I bet he puts out like one too.” Anita said glairing at them all; Harry turned shocked eyes to the woman, pain swimming into the emerald eyes. Harry shook his head and turned tail, he ran away up the hall and around the corner, amazing feat as he was wearing 4 inch heels. Asher called after his pomme watching him run, he knew better than to go after the boy, when Harry wanted to be on his own he’d be hard to find. The blonde vampire turned burning eyes to Anita, Jean-Claude’s eyes burning with anger and hate along with the other men.

“Anita you have gone to far, please leave before I call security to do it.” He said between his teeth, raining in on his anger, his fingers itching to strangle the woman. Anita looked at them all to see if anyone of them were with her, she sneered and turned walking away.

“Don’t bother calling or coming to the house, you have a week to get your stuff out of my house Micah, Nathanial.” She said leaving the building.

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Harry ran through the circus ignoring the looks, he reached the street and turned running away from the place, his heart filled with pain.

“You only like him because he’s dressed up as a slut; I bet he puts out like one too.” He shook his head muttering to himself as he ran trying to ignore Anita’s voice.

“You call that singing? I’ve heard screeching cats sound better than him.” He stopped at a park panting, he fell into a bench crying softly, and luckily his make-up was water proof so he didn’t end up with panda eyes.


Harry screamed in fright as a huge hand covered his mouth, a huge thick arm trapping his own arms against his body. He cried out trying to break free but the person holding him only laughed and hit him, he felt dizzy as blankness filled in the edge of his vision slowly moving until he black out falling limp in the man’s arms. The man holding Harry laughed as he carried the boy to a car and got in, the only thing left behind was a single scratch in the bench were the man had held onto the bench as he waited for Harry.

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Harry could hear foot steps, speaking, barking and laughing. He frowned slowly opening his eyes, his head hurting from the knock he’d taken, he looked around the light burning his eyes but he had to see where he was.


All he could see was a chair, a table covered with a white cloth, two cages with covers on were the laughing and barking were coming from and no windows. He moaned sitting up in a small cage, he looked down and saw chains holding him down in a kneeling position. He felt frightened as he looked around, his blood running cold as he realized he’d been kidnapped.

“So you’re awake.” Said a female voice, he turned his emerald eyes to the woman shivering in fear. She was young with shoulder length blonde hair, cold grey eyes and pale skin. She was smirking down at him flipping a key from hand to hand. “Pathetic slut, soon you won’t exist any more and that pathetic vampire will be dead.” She laughed walking to a door she slid the key in and pulled on a rope, Harry heard metal scraping against metal and looked to his left. He felt ice water fill his stomach as he saw a small hole opening in the side of his cage; he could see the eyes looking back at him filled with anger and hunger, burning for his blood.


“We have to find him mon ami, he has never been in this city before, nor has he ever been gone this long.” Asher said his voice filled with worry as he paced, his mind filled with worry for his petit chat.


Jean-Claude sighed watching his old lover, he stood and looked at Richard and nearly flinched back seeing the anger and fear in the man’s eyes, he looked to the other wolf, his pomme, and saw the same things in his eyes. He looked to the leopards and saw Micah comforting Nathanial; he nodded and walked around his desk.

“We need to find his scent and follow it.” Jason looked up and smirked crossing his arms.

“I’ll be your sniffer dog; as long as we get the kid back unharmed I don’t mind being the blood hound.”

Asher smiled at the young wolf and nodded. “Thank you mon loupe.” He said walking to the door, the five other men following him as they left the circus following Harry’s scent trail.


Harry pulled back as far as possible, leaning into the bars watching the snapping jaws. He looked at the woman as she laughed, she was insane! He was human he would survive this, god he wanted Asher, he cried out as a claw nearly caught him. “ASHER!”

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Jason lead them into a park and to a bench, he stopped sniffing around as Jean-Claude picked up a note. The young wolf came back to hear what it said, going by how pale Jean-Claude had turned it couldn’t be good.


“To Jean-Claude Master of St. Louis. We have your little pet, he’s so pretty soon he’ll be were chow. So sorry to see him go but all you filthy creatures must be destroyed starting with him, we’ll be seeing you soon Jean-Claude.

Yours sincerely


Human’s first.”


Richard growled and slammed his fist into the bench breaking it, Asher watched the enraged werewolf, he himself was angry but he wouldn’t show it yet.

“They’re going to kill him!” Jason cried feeling sick, Nathanial held onto Micah whimpering in fear.

“Mon Loup can you still track Harry?” Asher asked looking at the small blonde man, Jason grinned.

“Sure I can goldilocks you just watch me.”


“Asher?” The woman asked leaving the door half open. “That isn’t the Master’s name, who is Asher?” She asked crouching beside Harry and watching him, tears were rolling down the boy’s face as he answers.

“A-Asher is my Master; I’m his Pomme-de-sang, his apple of blood. I’m nothing to the Master, I’m just here visiting with my Master that’s all!”
The woman looked at him and sneered, she walked back to the rope taking it in hand.

“Then you’re of no use to me.” She said pulling it up completely.

“Goodbye.”

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“This is it.” Jason said nodding at the huge deserted building before them; it used to be a factory…once. They all entered, looking around as they walked. Their eyes and ears looking and listening for the slightest sign of activity.


Harry’s eyes grew wide as two huge weres entered his cage, one was a hyena and the other a wolf, he shivered pulling on the chains.

“Please…please don’t…” He cried shaking his head but the two weres were too far gone. They ran at him, he screamed as he felt them rip into him, claws slashing his skin, teeth biting. “ASHER!” He screamed before curling up, trying to protect himself.

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Asher ran hearing his Harry shout for him, no it was a scream. A scream of terror and pain, he could smell blood and it made anger boil in his blood. He found the room and ran straight to the cage, letting the other men deal with the woman. He tore the cage open and kicked the weres’ away picking his love up, he growled lowly at the two animals his eyes flashing with power.

“Get back.” He growled watching the wolf and hyena back away whining in fear, he left eh cage and laid Harry down to look him over. Checking the boy over he found a shallow pulse, he looked at the other men picking his pomme up into his strong arms. “I need to get him to a hospital, he has lost a lot of blood…and…he was bitten.” He said softly walking past them, Jean-Claude quickly followed after him as Micah and Richard waved their two companions on.

“You two go keep them company; we’ll stay here and call for the RPIT (Rip-It). Hopefully Anita wont be there but who knows, go keep them two calm Nathanial, Jason.” Said the Nimir-Raj looking at the young wereleopard and wolf. Jason nodded and took Nathanial’s hand leading the younger man away from the Nimir-Raj and Ulfric; he pulled the leopard up into the chilly night air and followed after the two vampires.


Richard looked at the woman and the two weres’, he frowned and walked over to them kneeling down to pet them softly as he thought, leaving Micah to hold onto the evil bitch.

“We’ll have to call for the hyenas; I’ll take the wolf…” He looked up at Micah frowning. “I think its best if we try turning them back, it wouldn’t do for them to attack the RPIT team that would only land them in a detention center.”


Micah nodded his grip on the woman’s arm like steel, she wasn’t going anywhere no matter how much she kicked, spat, bit or swore she wasn’t getting away. Richard placed his hand on the wolf’s head, he pushed with his power as Ulfric and made the poor were change, he stepped back and watched as a young woman he’d never seen before landed before him in a sleepy heap. She had long blonde hair, hazy blue eyes and softly tanned skin, on her right shoulder was a bite mark a recent one, along her body were bruises and cuts. Obviously these people had been pitting the two weres against each other, and starving and beating them. Richard placed a hand on the hyena’s head to try and turn it back but he wasn’t the Oba, there wasn’t a chance of it working and he didn’t try again. He picked the girl up and covered her in his large jacket; he sat beside the hyena with the girl in his lap and petted the huge dog like skull that was pushing itself into his hand. Micah sat down near him and placed the insane woman on his lap trapping her against his chest, he watched Richard with the two weres’ his interest peaked as he watched, he knew about Anita but he didn’t have anywhere to go and he didn’t want to leave Nathanial and the others with her. He’d have to fight her for the pride and he didn’t want too, it would cause a rift between the prides’ and then there was a chance she’d win and kill him for ‘betraying’ her. He really didn’t know what to do.


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French words.

mon emeraude chat- my emerald kitten

mon loupe- my wolf

mon ami- my friend

Pomme-de-sang - Apple of blood

beau- beautiful

ma petit- my little one

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Thanks for reading guys, I hope you'll all like this. Sorry for any spelling mistakes that might be in there, please review but keep the flamers to a minimum please. Also this is going to possibly be harem with Harry/Asher/Jean-Claude/Richard/Micah and Nathanial. If you have a request on a pairing then I'll be happy to hear any ideas you have, some might be used but others might not. I'll add your name in if your idea is used.