The Eraser

Authors note- this story takes place five years after deathly hallows and a month after bullet. Characters may be OOC but ill try to keep it to the minimun. Harry Potter characters in this are mainly Harry and Draco. Im attempting to write story that is true to the books, but will be of the first Anita books. There will be smut, but not like in recent books. Im also writting this story as my imaginations way of concluding the anita blake books. I have no idea how many chapters it will be.


Anita groaned as the shrill of the ringtone Nathanial had recently programmed her phone to assaulted her ears. She hated being woken up before dawn, it never turned out well for her. She untangled herself from Nathaniel and reached for her phone only to have a partially awake Micah hand it to her. She grunted her thanks, not quite awake enough yet for words. Maybe after coffee, maybe.

She flipped open the phone and frowned at the unfamiliar number. “Blake, what do you want?”

“Anita, cheery as ever I see. I need your help.”

Anita’s brow furrowed in confusion at the British voice coming through the phone, not recognizing any of the British vamps or weres they knew.

“Who is this?” she asked, sitting up and leaning across Micah to turn on the bedside lamp.

“I saved your life, and this is the thanks I get?”
“Save your hints and just…”

“This is James Black love, remember me?”

Anita’s eyes widened. Remember him? How could she forget.
“Why are you calling me Black?” she said wearily, her body tense.

“I’ve been given a contract, and imagine my surprise when I saw your name on it. What on earth have you gotten your self into if you have the head of the berserkers aiming for your head? Don’t tell me those rumors are true?”She could practically feel the smile he seemed to exude even from England, the purr in his voice raising goose bumps on her skin that had nothing to do with cold.

“If you’re contracted to kill me, why call me?” she said, trying, but most likely failing to sound careless. If this man was after her, well let’s just say shed take Edward over him any day of the week.

“I’m calling for many reasons. One of which is to warn you. The man who hired me isn’t one to be tried. I’ve made him think I’ve taken the hit, but once he realizes I haven’t hit you, he’ll send others. Not as good as me, but good enough to get lucky.”
“Why not take the contract?” Anita asked, relieved he hadn’t taken it, but still weary.

“I told you Anita, I need your help. No sense in killing you yet.” The matter of fact way he spoke of killing her made her blood run cold.

“What makes you think I can help you?”

“Because you owe me a debt. I saved your life little necromancer, and according to wizarding law you owe me a wizards debt.”

“But I’m not a wizard. The rules don’t apply to me.”

“Oh yes they do Anita. You use magic, maybe not the same as mine, but you do use it.” He sighed. “look, what it means is that if I evoke the debt, you must do what I ask of you, or try your hardest to do it, or your magic, and possibly your life will be forfeit.” His voice had once again turned matter of fact.

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“But I would Anita; too much is at stake not to.” His voice turned cold at that. “I would do anything for them.”

Glaring at the phone, Anita stood and put on her black silk robe, a gift from Jean-Claude after the last one was… ruined last month. “What is it you want?” said Anita coldly.

“Brilliant, you’re cooperating. Let me explain the circumstances.”

“Just get to the point Black.”

“Hush Anita, Ian tryinf to be polite here. You should be too.”

“I’d be able to if you weren’t being such an asshole.”

“You’re right. I am making a complete arse of myself, but know this Anita, I would be much worse than that for these people. You know of the war here five years ago? Well the dark wizard who tried to take over used weres as soldiers. Many people were turned by a multitude of animals. He recruited from all over the world, an open invitation to any sociopathic killer willing to come play in England. Now, almost all the rogue weres have been taken care of by the berserkers, but those changed by these weres have a problem, they have no group. The only were groups we have in England are rat and wolf. But Voldemort brought in tiger, snake, lion, and panther. Not all cities function like I hear your St. Luis does. Here those not belonging to the wolf or rat groups are alone, confused, weak and without control. The past 5 years, they’ve been hard. I had one die on me last week, and one started a public fight with the local Ulfric. Lots of muggles, er, humans were present and the clean up was a nightmare. My boss has told me to relocate these weres, or dispose of them. They need a place with other weres, others to teach them how to be what they are.” He sighed, a muffled sound coming through the phone, as if he was running a hand over his face. “Look, I’ll be honest with you Anita, if I believed all of those rumors I would have taken the hit, but I know you, and I know these people would be better off with other weres that accept them than running around the underground of London.”

Anita sighed, “You know what they say about rumors Black, there’s always some truth to them.”

He laughed a hard, cruel laugh, “don’t mess with me Anita and I won’t mess with you. I’m bringing my pets to you in two days. Be prepared.”

“Wait black, I want to know what you’re bringing.”

“I’m bringing twelve with me. That’s all that’s left. Three are snakes, three red tiger, one blue, three panther, and one lion.”
Anita froze, “lion?”

She could practically hear his smirk, “yes, he’s very dominant too. He’s the one who fought the Ulfric.”

Anita could practically feel her lioness perk up at the mention, as though she understood. Anita choked back the fur that was climbing her throat, “No. no lions.”

“I’m not asking Anita. He’s coming. They all are. I can’t leave them here.”

Anita opened her mouth to give him a peace of her mind when Micah came over to her and caught her eyes in his chartreuse gaze. “Think about it Anita. With Haven gone the pride is weak and in need of a Rex. You know that Auggie’s choices are unacceptable and Nicky is too closely connected to you for the job. Meet this new lion; he might be exactly what we need.”

Anita huffed, “I hate it when you do that.”

He looked confusedly at her, “do what?”

“Make so much sense.”

He grinned his boyish smile at her, kissing her forehead, “it’s my job.” He then sauntered out of the room to the bathroom down the hall.

“Bring your pets Black, but if you try anything, I will kill you.”

“You can try love.” And with that the call ended.

Anita glared at the phone as if it was the cause of all her troubles before putting it on its charger next to the bed.
“Who was that?”

She turned to see Nathanial sitting up, his bare chest teasing her with its easy perfection. The currently blue satin sheets that were courtesy of Nathanial’s latest redecoration pooling in his lap, proving that he was very much awake and very much nude. His long ankle length hair was unbound and floating around his shoulders, framing his body with its auburn curtain. His eyes, which could only be described as lavender, looked at her with mischief, knowing exactly what this pose was doing to her. She smiled ruefully at him, taking in the changes he had undergone in the years he’d been hers. He had grown recently and stood at 5’8” much to Jason’s hatred. His shoulders had broadened and the smooth muscles he accumulated on his lean frame made his body purely male.

“He’s an executioner from England, there called berserkers there.”

Light from down the hall flooded the room as Micah re-entered the bedroom. His long waist length hair was loosely tied back with a black band. His eyes, which could really only be described as cat eyes glowed that strange yellow color cats eyes do in the dark. He was the only one of her men who was her height and she loved him for it. His face was beautiful, almost femininely so. But the hard lines of his jaw, broad shoulders, and other places begged to differ. He strode over to the bed and sat down on his side, relaxing back onto the pillows. Nathanial scooted over to him and lay his head in Micah’s lap, nearly purring as the man ran his figures through his hair. Both men were completely nude and so at ease with their positions. Anita couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret that it had taken her so long to even be comfortable with this.

“I wasn’t aware England accepted that their vampire and were brethren even existed, let alone thought of them as citizens worthy of executioners.” Said Micah.

“The normal humans don’t. But over there society is separated much like it is here. The occult, magical, stranger is all controlled by one group, wizards.”

“Wizards?” said Nathanial, his eyes brightening at the idea.

“Yes. There’re here in America too, but separated from other groups like vamps and weres and other magic users. They have their own cities, hidden by large human cities. There’s one in Salem, Atlanta, New York, L.A., Chicago. Any major city. But the supernaturals in America fend for them selves. In England they are under the control and government of the ministry of magic. They have a minister, and a board of governors of sorts that represent the groups in England; animators, weres, vamps, est. They keep the supernatural there separate from humans, keeping their secrets, secret. James Black is a wizarding hero so to say. He is the best of the best. He is a wizard and he does the wizarding worlds dirty work, he eliminates problems for them; wizards, weres, vamps, anyone who threatens their secrecy. He is known as the Eraser.”

“And how do you know him?”

Anita’s eyes glazed over, “it’s a long story, but let’s just say he’s right when he says I owe him. And owing him is the worse thing possible. If all he wants is for us to help out some poor weres who need a home, well, I’d say we dodged a bullet. I’d thought I’d never see him again. I’d hoped I wouldn’t.”

“And now he’s coming here?” said Micah, his eyes worried.

“Do you think he means us harm?” said Nathanial.

“I don’t know, but if he harms any of you I will kill him.” Anita’s eyes flared with black fire even as a fearful thought came to her mind, ‘’You can try’’.