SUE VS SUE
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a_sporking_ratThis one focuses almost entirely on Lucille and Anita, and there's little to nothing of all the lovely donated characters save for Maureen, but I hope you'll still enjoy it! It's also a bit shorter than previous updates, I think, but hopefully packs no less punch for it!
SUE VS SUE
Lucille sprinted from the gymnasium at breakneck speed, not stopping until she'd flung open the doors to the girls' locker-room, face contorted with rage.
"You!" she yelled as she looked straight at the bound and bedraggled, but still not dirty or smelly or gross in any way, Anita. She crossed the room in a mere moment of therian swiftness, and began beating Anita brutally and without mercy or retraint, all about the face at first and then everywhere else, so hard that she knocked her over, chair and all, and then broke the chair. This let Anita slip out of her ropes, and with a quick roll she dodged a curb-stomp and was on her feet.
"I want you dead!" Lucille shrieked, and threw a wild punch, making Anita start to internally monologue about how her blows were unskilled and clearly she didn't know how to fight, right up until the punch collided with her nose with a force that could have shattered concrete, but only caused Anita to bleed slightly from one nostril and snipe at Lucille that she hit like a girl.
"Just a little girl having a temper tantrum," she added, her hands on her hips, and with that she caught Lucille with a kick to the midsection when she came at her next. It sent the blonde toppling backward. Anita immediately straddled her, as she had Reba and Julia and Yiyu before, in a mock-rape position that, she told herself, was totally just a judo move to make her opponent stay down. Grabbing Lucille's throat while pinning her hands with her feet, Anita remarked, "You know, you still haven't told me what you want, why you want me dead."
"What, do I need to fuck you too?," Lucille choked out contemptuously, "Wanting to kill you or wanting to fuck you, just because, that's all the reason you've ever needed when it comes to why someone is after you before! Ugh, that's why I hate you, you're so dumb!"
"You want to kill me because I'm dumb, is THAT it?"
"No, but it's sure helps!" Lucille was somehow shouting despite the pressure on her windpipe, "And you know what else pisses me off? You're so weak. How do you live with yourself?"
"If I'm so weak, why is it I'm the one with you pinned?" Anita looked and sounded insufferably smug, as if she were making an observation of monumental wittiness rather than just stating the obvious.
The next second, it was she who was pinned, against the wall instead of the floor. In a flash that was too fast for even her to react to, Lucille had used all her supernatural strength to simply hurl herself upwards against Anita so hard that they were now both standing, with Lucille holding Anita's wrists above her head and locking her legs around hers.
"I mean how dependent you are," Lucille's face was, as Anita would say, kissing close to Anita's, blue eyes boring into brown, "You let your life force get spread around like butter on bread so that if anything happens to just one link in your web of men, you fall like dominoes."
One hand still holding Anita's hands, one on top of the other, to the wall, Lucille pulled out a knife and drove it into Anita's chest, under those mounds of creamy goodness and between the ribs, piercing her heart.
"You can't do anything without touching them, fucking them, crying on them like a wound seeping pus out!"
She yanked the knife out, and Anita, still alive, gasped in what Lucille hoped was pain and not just enjoyment of the closest thing to a phallus she'd had in her all week.
"You're disgusting. I can barely look at you. I just want to step on you, like seeing a bug with a broken leg on the floor."
Lucille tossed Anita to the floor, and did just that, driving her boots down on the backs of Anita's knees, shattering them so that she could not walk.
"Oh yeah, and your fashion sense! You know, I really like the 80s. Off-the-shoulder tops? Lace bustiers as outerwear? Totally cute. Not to mention miniskirts, miniskirts, miniskirts! But you...you just took all the worst parts of the decade instead, didn't you? God, no wonder your boytoys have to pick out your clothes instead, you'd be at the top of the fashion police most-wanted list if someone didn't!"
As she spoke, she crouched over Anita, who was still trying to fight, and drove the knife into her over and over--kidneys, spine, eyes, the base of the skull, lungs, any and everywhere. Anita did not scream, but only proclaimed what she believed above all else, "You're...just...jealous."
Lucille let out a scream of frustration. Anita thought that it was at being told the truth. In fact, she was just fed up with trying to find out what it would take for Anita to just die already.
Then she had, as Anita would say, a horrible awful wonderful idea.
***
The moment that Asher entered the room for their meeting concerning the till-now-neutral Traveller joining the cause, Padma and Traveller (Mr. Oliver had not arrived yet, it seemed) knew what was in him, who was riding him, and they leaped physically to their feet in mirror of how their psychic attacks leaped out towards where Belle Morte sat at the forefront of his mind. Belle Morte, who had been ready for exactly this, made a mental parry that boomeranged the force back at its senders, who reeled over in reaction. Only Padma rose; the Traveller had fled his body, which was yet another stolen temporary in a long line of the same.
"I've beaten you before, Padma," taunted Belle through Asher's lips, "Without any of your little beasts around, you're the weakest of us all. And I have the ardeur."
With a roar, something huge sprang at her/him from the shadows, but a moment before the enormous beast landed, Belle, not even looking at it, ordered, "Down, kitty," and the giant tiger that was Gideon, Padma's Therian Servant, collapsed in mid-spring to the floor, shaking. Padma might be able to call all animals, but Belle Morte could call the great cats, and that was enough to give her an edge against a weretiger, even one tied to a fellow Council member. Or at least give her enough pause to unleash the ardeur. Asher's arctic-blue eyes turned to the color of dark honey, and a massive wave of power, of ardeur, swept out from his body like a tidal wave from all sides, bringing Padma to his knees next to Gideon, his cries of painful desire mingled with the deafening yowls of the same from his servant. Both their bodies began to buck and spasm as if they were being electrocuted, as lust and life were drained from them by Beautiful Death without even a single physical touch occurring. In Asher's skin, she stood over them, a cruel and satisfied smile twisting her lips as she debated to herself what would be more profitable, letting them live or teaching them a more permanent lesson?
She should have instead been wondering why any Council member, even the weakest, was this easy to take down, especially with his Therian Servant near to increase his powers, especially when she herself was in a borrowed body and thus her own abilities should be diminished if anything. This sort of thing only ever happened around creatures like Anita. This situation would only have made sense if Anita were there, so that she could make a show of defeating a powerful opponent, Belle Morte, after Belle Morte had been established as a true force to be reckoned with by easily killing a foe that should have been much more of a challenge and was downgraded just so this setup could happen and Anita could look good. But Anita wasn't there. So when Asher-Belle heard a gasp from the doorway, she felt no fear when all she saw there was a human woman, petite pale-skinned brunette though she was.
Abandoning Padma to unconsciousness, Asher's body turned around and faced the intruder, while Belle learned from Asher's memories that this was Maureen Garrett-Schmitt, a vampire-hating lawyer that had been working with this little crew in hopes of taking Anita to a mortal court for her crimes. How cute.
Asher-Belle instantly locked eyes with Maureen, freezing her in place with vampire gaze tricks, and began walking towards her slowly, with a sort of careless deliberation, and speaking with the sadistic and lazy ease with which a cat tortures a mouse, "I have no real reason to kill you, Maureen. Despite all your PR and attempted legislature, you're no threat whatsoever to me personally, nor to my plans." A toothy grin crossed his face like a lurid Halloween mask, "But I have no reason not to kill you either. And no reason not too is really all the reason 'our kind' need, isn't it?"
Asher's body took one more step, and then somehow, some way, Maureen broke away from the gaze and its power, and ran. This should have been Belle Morte's second clue. And her third should have been that only one other person on the planet except Lucille could have run as fast and agile as Maureen did now in such high heels (Anita couldn't; that would suggest she was actually good at moving in heels, which would be GIRLY). But of course, Belle Morte could not be blamed for any of this, since creatures like Anita, like Lucille, and now, it turned out, like Maureen all had, in addition to their other powers and qualities, the tendency to make otherwise intelligent people, especially their foes, very, very stupid.
Which, by the way, is clue number four, as if you needed it by now.
Belle laughed, Asher's voice filling the hallway behind Maureen in a dark, sinister cackle that was almost laughable itself in how ridiculously over-the-top I'm-a-villain it was. And if that had come from anyone, anything else, Maureen would have laughed right back at it herself and scoffed, but this was a vampire, and there was nothing Maureen feared more. She'd been able to put aside her hate and phobia to deal with Mr. Oliver and his cohorts for a common cause, but a strange vampire that was clearly after her, a vampire strong enough to take down Padma, after her---!
Belle Morte could have run down the poor human easily in a moment, but she loved the game, the chase, and using Asher's talents at flight she levitated his body so that she could trail after Maureen overhead like a great blond bat, hair blowing back to reveal his scars in all their horror.
Finally, Maureen was cornered. Asher-Belle loomed in, hovering above her, smiling horribly, reaching out to her--
And then something happened. The moment that Asher's hands made contact with Maureen, a power exploded out of her, shooting through his form like a cannonball, blasting Belle Morte out. She scrambled incorporeal for a moment, her spirit tethered still to his flesh by a mere thread, but that moment was all that Asher needed to try to take back his mind. Alone, he couldn't have done it, but a third force joined the fight: Mr. Oliver, the Earthmover, was walking down towards them from the other end of the hall, and his power pulled Belle Morte the rest of the way, severing the connection completely. Exhausted, Asher collapsed, unconscious, leaving only Mr.Oliver and Maureen, the latter of whom was pushing herself so hard against the wall it was as if she were trying to become a part of it, her face white with fear, her hands clenched to the point of being painful.
Mr. Oliver knew better than to try to get near her, knowing how she would react to any vampire right now and what power she now wielded. Instead, he spoke quietly, calmly, but with no condescending soothingness or false gentleness,
"You see now why we chose to include you in our plans. When you have calmed, I shall tell you more of why, and what you are. For now, I must leave you, for my own safety, as I do not wish to suffer worse fate than Belle Morte."
With that, he picked up a handful of Asher's hair and, dragging the comatose vampire by it, walked back down the hallway, turning the corner out of her sight.
***
"NOW!" yelled Jean-Claude as he felt Anita die, and at this command all her weretiger servants raced to him, each touching a hand to his bare skin.
He had been waiting for this. They all had. He'd known that it was only a matter of time before Lucille tried to kill Anita for good by utterly eliminating her body, since a mere head-shot hadn't done the trick, and he had used that time to, with Hiero's help, prepare for a suitable deus ex machina when she did. Because one would, of course, happen. It was Anita. The trick was learning to manipulate just what it would be, and the way that was done was to set something up ahead of time that the unearthly essence of Anita's will could latch on to and use as an excuse to make Anita come out on top no matter how ridiculous or improbable. Basically, pulling something out of the ass of the universe, and Jean-Claude had become a practicing proctologist.
What happened made little sense within the laws of this world and its magic, but that was the point: When Hiero had let Jean-Claude in to Anita's mind for just a moment before, to whisper to her to use her necromancy, a piece of him had stayed inside her, tucked quietly away in her soul, hidden from the mental scrying of Cornelius and Lucille. He was still there now, and so when all of the weretigers touched him, it was also like they were touching Anita because part of him was in her too, and so all their powers and energy went through him to her, and it was enough to bring her alive again. And because there were five of them, not counting Alex who was in Seattle and Yiyu who had defected, they could all give a piece of their life energy to Anita and that was enough to revive her with no one having to die for it. With their life energy also came their elemental powers, which, though dormant in themselves, could be awakened with sex by Anita (as proven with Crispin and Alex) and so naturally were going to be active in Anita herself when she received this.
And this union, of both necromancer and vampire, of tiger queen and all five colors (for Domino could prove black for the missing Yiyu, and Ethan red for Alex), going all at once as one, tapped in to ancient, sacred magic. Ancient, sacred magic that actually never existed until now but now that Anita needed it, was suddenly woven into the fabric of history...well, more like awkwardly wedged in there the way one would try to shove a book into a packed shelf that was in the wrong section of the library for that subject, but still.
Jean-Claude smiled as he felt the spark of life that was Anita Blake return.
***
The locker-room now looked more like an abattoir. Blood splattered the walls, snares of entrails hung draped over the faucets, and gobbets of flesh littered the wet and sticky floor alongside various chunks of organs. Lucille stood in the middle of it all over a pile of butchered and broken bones, the hum of the chainsaw she held dying down as she flicked the off switch.
"You know, I wouldn't have had to do this if Padma and Traveller would have just gotten me a proper witch. Maybe I should have brought my cousin in on this after all," she said aloud to the gory mess that had once been Anita Blake, then smiled cheerily, "Eh, I don't think killing you by magic could have been as much fun as this!"
Humming a merry little David Bowie tune to herself with the accompaniment of some wiggly hips, Lucille picked up the large red can of gasoline that was at her side and began splashing it around the room, taking extra care to thoroughly soak the tripe-tangled mass of black hair that was the only recognizable thing left of its owner. Then, with carefree abandon after a job well-done, she tossed a lit match to the floor as she stepped out the door, shutting it behind her.
The immediate roar as the cleansing and all-consuming fire lit to life behind her was more satisfying than any orgasm, and she leaned against the steel door, eyes closed, listening to the blaze and feeling the very metal grow warm, then hot behind her. She was confident enough that the stone walls of the locker-room would contain the flames from reaching the rest of the school, but, if not, well, things always had a way of working out for her.
That was her last thought before the door was blown off its hinges, crushing her beneath it as Anita, alive and reformed and inexplicably clothed, stood in the doorway framed by hellish red shadows from the inferno behind her. She raised her arms, and the flames rushed forward from her like great burning wings, reaching out the doorway and in every direction. Lucille was then jerked bodily out from under the heavy door, not by Anita's physical hands and arms but by psychic force, and she hung before the necromancer, hovering and paralyzed in the air by the same force.
"The human body is composed primarily of water," said Anita, "If I can move you about as I please just by moving the water in your body, just by thinking about it to make it move around...think what else I can do."
She made a clenching gesture with one hand, and Lucille cried out in pain and helpless rage as she felt her heart contract inside her as if Anita were squeezing it.
"And you know what water conducts?" Anita continued, and Lucille screamed and spasmed in agony as she felt an electric current run throughout her body for a moment, audibly crackling and sparking around her. Around her, the entire school began to shake from the tremors that Anita summoned with the power of a golden tiger, and Lucille could hear the winds begin to whip and wail as Anita gathered a storm with the power of air, just as the blue tigers could in the legends. And Lucille could only continue to scream as she was simultaneously being roasted by the lightning and torn apart from the inside out by the very water in her cells.
SUE VS SUE
Lucille sprinted from the gymnasium at breakneck speed, not stopping until she'd flung open the doors to the girls' locker-room, face contorted with rage.
"You!" she yelled as she looked straight at the bound and bedraggled, but still not dirty or smelly or gross in any way, Anita. She crossed the room in a mere moment of therian swiftness, and began beating Anita brutally and without mercy or retraint, all about the face at first and then everywhere else, so hard that she knocked her over, chair and all, and then broke the chair. This let Anita slip out of her ropes, and with a quick roll she dodged a curb-stomp and was on her feet.
"I want you dead!" Lucille shrieked, and threw a wild punch, making Anita start to internally monologue about how her blows were unskilled and clearly she didn't know how to fight, right up until the punch collided with her nose with a force that could have shattered concrete, but only caused Anita to bleed slightly from one nostril and snipe at Lucille that she hit like a girl.
"Just a little girl having a temper tantrum," she added, her hands on her hips, and with that she caught Lucille with a kick to the midsection when she came at her next. It sent the blonde toppling backward. Anita immediately straddled her, as she had Reba and Julia and Yiyu before, in a mock-rape position that, she told herself, was totally just a judo move to make her opponent stay down. Grabbing Lucille's throat while pinning her hands with her feet, Anita remarked, "You know, you still haven't told me what you want, why you want me dead."
"What, do I need to fuck you too?," Lucille choked out contemptuously, "Wanting to kill you or wanting to fuck you, just because, that's all the reason you've ever needed when it comes to why someone is after you before! Ugh, that's why I hate you, you're so dumb!"
"You want to kill me because I'm dumb, is THAT it?"
"No, but it's sure helps!" Lucille was somehow shouting despite the pressure on her windpipe, "And you know what else pisses me off? You're so weak. How do you live with yourself?"
"If I'm so weak, why is it I'm the one with you pinned?" Anita looked and sounded insufferably smug, as if she were making an observation of monumental wittiness rather than just stating the obvious.
The next second, it was she who was pinned, against the wall instead of the floor. In a flash that was too fast for even her to react to, Lucille had used all her supernatural strength to simply hurl herself upwards against Anita so hard that they were now both standing, with Lucille holding Anita's wrists above her head and locking her legs around hers.
"I mean how dependent you are," Lucille's face was, as Anita would say, kissing close to Anita's, blue eyes boring into brown, "You let your life force get spread around like butter on bread so that if anything happens to just one link in your web of men, you fall like dominoes."
One hand still holding Anita's hands, one on top of the other, to the wall, Lucille pulled out a knife and drove it into Anita's chest, under those mounds of creamy goodness and between the ribs, piercing her heart.
"You can't do anything without touching them, fucking them, crying on them like a wound seeping pus out!"
She yanked the knife out, and Anita, still alive, gasped in what Lucille hoped was pain and not just enjoyment of the closest thing to a phallus she'd had in her all week.
"You're disgusting. I can barely look at you. I just want to step on you, like seeing a bug with a broken leg on the floor."
Lucille tossed Anita to the floor, and did just that, driving her boots down on the backs of Anita's knees, shattering them so that she could not walk.
"Oh yeah, and your fashion sense! You know, I really like the 80s. Off-the-shoulder tops? Lace bustiers as outerwear? Totally cute. Not to mention miniskirts, miniskirts, miniskirts! But you...you just took all the worst parts of the decade instead, didn't you? God, no wonder your boytoys have to pick out your clothes instead, you'd be at the top of the fashion police most-wanted list if someone didn't!"
As she spoke, she crouched over Anita, who was still trying to fight, and drove the knife into her over and over--kidneys, spine, eyes, the base of the skull, lungs, any and everywhere. Anita did not scream, but only proclaimed what she believed above all else, "You're...just...jealous."
Lucille let out a scream of frustration. Anita thought that it was at being told the truth. In fact, she was just fed up with trying to find out what it would take for Anita to just die already.
Then she had, as Anita would say, a horrible awful wonderful idea.
***
The moment that Asher entered the room for their meeting concerning the till-now-neutral Traveller joining the cause, Padma and Traveller (Mr. Oliver had not arrived yet, it seemed) knew what was in him, who was riding him, and they leaped physically to their feet in mirror of how their psychic attacks leaped out towards where Belle Morte sat at the forefront of his mind. Belle Morte, who had been ready for exactly this, made a mental parry that boomeranged the force back at its senders, who reeled over in reaction. Only Padma rose; the Traveller had fled his body, which was yet another stolen temporary in a long line of the same.
"I've beaten you before, Padma," taunted Belle through Asher's lips, "Without any of your little beasts around, you're the weakest of us all. And I have the ardeur."
With a roar, something huge sprang at her/him from the shadows, but a moment before the enormous beast landed, Belle, not even looking at it, ordered, "Down, kitty," and the giant tiger that was Gideon, Padma's Therian Servant, collapsed in mid-spring to the floor, shaking. Padma might be able to call all animals, but Belle Morte could call the great cats, and that was enough to give her an edge against a weretiger, even one tied to a fellow Council member. Or at least give her enough pause to unleash the ardeur. Asher's arctic-blue eyes turned to the color of dark honey, and a massive wave of power, of ardeur, swept out from his body like a tidal wave from all sides, bringing Padma to his knees next to Gideon, his cries of painful desire mingled with the deafening yowls of the same from his servant. Both their bodies began to buck and spasm as if they were being electrocuted, as lust and life were drained from them by Beautiful Death without even a single physical touch occurring. In Asher's skin, she stood over them, a cruel and satisfied smile twisting her lips as she debated to herself what would be more profitable, letting them live or teaching them a more permanent lesson?
She should have instead been wondering why any Council member, even the weakest, was this easy to take down, especially with his Therian Servant near to increase his powers, especially when she herself was in a borrowed body and thus her own abilities should be diminished if anything. This sort of thing only ever happened around creatures like Anita. This situation would only have made sense if Anita were there, so that she could make a show of defeating a powerful opponent, Belle Morte, after Belle Morte had been established as a true force to be reckoned with by easily killing a foe that should have been much more of a challenge and was downgraded just so this setup could happen and Anita could look good. But Anita wasn't there. So when Asher-Belle heard a gasp from the doorway, she felt no fear when all she saw there was a human woman, petite pale-skinned brunette though she was.
Abandoning Padma to unconsciousness, Asher's body turned around and faced the intruder, while Belle learned from Asher's memories that this was Maureen Garrett-Schmitt, a vampire-hating lawyer that had been working with this little crew in hopes of taking Anita to a mortal court for her crimes. How cute.
Asher-Belle instantly locked eyes with Maureen, freezing her in place with vampire gaze tricks, and began walking towards her slowly, with a sort of careless deliberation, and speaking with the sadistic and lazy ease with which a cat tortures a mouse, "I have no real reason to kill you, Maureen. Despite all your PR and attempted legislature, you're no threat whatsoever to me personally, nor to my plans." A toothy grin crossed his face like a lurid Halloween mask, "But I have no reason not to kill you either. And no reason not too is really all the reason 'our kind' need, isn't it?"
Asher's body took one more step, and then somehow, some way, Maureen broke away from the gaze and its power, and ran. This should have been Belle Morte's second clue. And her third should have been that only one other person on the planet except Lucille could have run as fast and agile as Maureen did now in such high heels (Anita couldn't; that would suggest she was actually good at moving in heels, which would be GIRLY). But of course, Belle Morte could not be blamed for any of this, since creatures like Anita, like Lucille, and now, it turned out, like Maureen all had, in addition to their other powers and qualities, the tendency to make otherwise intelligent people, especially their foes, very, very stupid.
Which, by the way, is clue number four, as if you needed it by now.
Belle laughed, Asher's voice filling the hallway behind Maureen in a dark, sinister cackle that was almost laughable itself in how ridiculously over-the-top I'm-a-villain it was. And if that had come from anyone, anything else, Maureen would have laughed right back at it herself and scoffed, but this was a vampire, and there was nothing Maureen feared more. She'd been able to put aside her hate and phobia to deal with Mr. Oliver and his cohorts for a common cause, but a strange vampire that was clearly after her, a vampire strong enough to take down Padma, after her---!
Belle Morte could have run down the poor human easily in a moment, but she loved the game, the chase, and using Asher's talents at flight she levitated his body so that she could trail after Maureen overhead like a great blond bat, hair blowing back to reveal his scars in all their horror.
Finally, Maureen was cornered. Asher-Belle loomed in, hovering above her, smiling horribly, reaching out to her--
And then something happened. The moment that Asher's hands made contact with Maureen, a power exploded out of her, shooting through his form like a cannonball, blasting Belle Morte out. She scrambled incorporeal for a moment, her spirit tethered still to his flesh by a mere thread, but that moment was all that Asher needed to try to take back his mind. Alone, he couldn't have done it, but a third force joined the fight: Mr. Oliver, the Earthmover, was walking down towards them from the other end of the hall, and his power pulled Belle Morte the rest of the way, severing the connection completely. Exhausted, Asher collapsed, unconscious, leaving only Mr.Oliver and Maureen, the latter of whom was pushing herself so hard against the wall it was as if she were trying to become a part of it, her face white with fear, her hands clenched to the point of being painful.
Mr. Oliver knew better than to try to get near her, knowing how she would react to any vampire right now and what power she now wielded. Instead, he spoke quietly, calmly, but with no condescending soothingness or false gentleness,
"You see now why we chose to include you in our plans. When you have calmed, I shall tell you more of why, and what you are. For now, I must leave you, for my own safety, as I do not wish to suffer worse fate than Belle Morte."
With that, he picked up a handful of Asher's hair and, dragging the comatose vampire by it, walked back down the hallway, turning the corner out of her sight.
***
"NOW!" yelled Jean-Claude as he felt Anita die, and at this command all her weretiger servants raced to him, each touching a hand to his bare skin.
He had been waiting for this. They all had. He'd known that it was only a matter of time before Lucille tried to kill Anita for good by utterly eliminating her body, since a mere head-shot hadn't done the trick, and he had used that time to, with Hiero's help, prepare for a suitable deus ex machina when she did. Because one would, of course, happen. It was Anita. The trick was learning to manipulate just what it would be, and the way that was done was to set something up ahead of time that the unearthly essence of Anita's will could latch on to and use as an excuse to make Anita come out on top no matter how ridiculous or improbable. Basically, pulling something out of the ass of the universe, and Jean-Claude had become a practicing proctologist.
What happened made little sense within the laws of this world and its magic, but that was the point: When Hiero had let Jean-Claude in to Anita's mind for just a moment before, to whisper to her to use her necromancy, a piece of him had stayed inside her, tucked quietly away in her soul, hidden from the mental scrying of Cornelius and Lucille. He was still there now, and so when all of the weretigers touched him, it was also like they were touching Anita because part of him was in her too, and so all their powers and energy went through him to her, and it was enough to bring her alive again. And because there were five of them, not counting Alex who was in Seattle and Yiyu who had defected, they could all give a piece of their life energy to Anita and that was enough to revive her with no one having to die for it. With their life energy also came their elemental powers, which, though dormant in themselves, could be awakened with sex by Anita (as proven with Crispin and Alex) and so naturally were going to be active in Anita herself when she received this.
And this union, of both necromancer and vampire, of tiger queen and all five colors (for Domino could prove black for the missing Yiyu, and Ethan red for Alex), going all at once as one, tapped in to ancient, sacred magic. Ancient, sacred magic that actually never existed until now but now that Anita needed it, was suddenly woven into the fabric of history...well, more like awkwardly wedged in there the way one would try to shove a book into a packed shelf that was in the wrong section of the library for that subject, but still.
Jean-Claude smiled as he felt the spark of life that was Anita Blake return.
***
The locker-room now looked more like an abattoir. Blood splattered the walls, snares of entrails hung draped over the faucets, and gobbets of flesh littered the wet and sticky floor alongside various chunks of organs. Lucille stood in the middle of it all over a pile of butchered and broken bones, the hum of the chainsaw she held dying down as she flicked the off switch.
"You know, I wouldn't have had to do this if Padma and Traveller would have just gotten me a proper witch. Maybe I should have brought my cousin in on this after all," she said aloud to the gory mess that had once been Anita Blake, then smiled cheerily, "Eh, I don't think killing you by magic could have been as much fun as this!"
Humming a merry little David Bowie tune to herself with the accompaniment of some wiggly hips, Lucille picked up the large red can of gasoline that was at her side and began splashing it around the room, taking extra care to thoroughly soak the tripe-tangled mass of black hair that was the only recognizable thing left of its owner. Then, with carefree abandon after a job well-done, she tossed a lit match to the floor as she stepped out the door, shutting it behind her.
The immediate roar as the cleansing and all-consuming fire lit to life behind her was more satisfying than any orgasm, and she leaned against the steel door, eyes closed, listening to the blaze and feeling the very metal grow warm, then hot behind her. She was confident enough that the stone walls of the locker-room would contain the flames from reaching the rest of the school, but, if not, well, things always had a way of working out for her.
That was her last thought before the door was blown off its hinges, crushing her beneath it as Anita, alive and reformed and inexplicably clothed, stood in the doorway framed by hellish red shadows from the inferno behind her. She raised her arms, and the flames rushed forward from her like great burning wings, reaching out the doorway and in every direction. Lucille was then jerked bodily out from under the heavy door, not by Anita's physical hands and arms but by psychic force, and she hung before the necromancer, hovering and paralyzed in the air by the same force.
"The human body is composed primarily of water," said Anita, "If I can move you about as I please just by moving the water in your body, just by thinking about it to make it move around...think what else I can do."
She made a clenching gesture with one hand, and Lucille cried out in pain and helpless rage as she felt her heart contract inside her as if Anita were squeezing it.
"And you know what water conducts?" Anita continued, and Lucille screamed and spasmed in agony as she felt an electric current run throughout her body for a moment, audibly crackling and sparking around her. Around her, the entire school began to shake from the tremors that Anita summoned with the power of a golden tiger, and Lucille could hear the winds begin to whip and wail as Anita gathered a storm with the power of air, just as the blue tigers could in the legends. And Lucille could only continue to scream as she was simultaneously being roasted by the lightning and torn apart from the inside out by the very water in her cells.
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Date: 2013-12-08 11:16 pm (UTC)But, seriously, more Mary Sue for Anita? 'Cause she needed it...
BUT AWESOME FOR MAUREEN SHE DID SOMETHING COOL.
And I'm too stupid to get the clues so I'll just wait for Oliver's helpful explanation. Yep.no subject
Date: 2013-12-08 11:32 pm (UTC)Hahahha, yeeah, I know right? But she's been pretty passive up until now (which...is sadly accurate, really) and I didn't want Her Royal Sueyness going down without a fight. Plus it's more exciting if Lucille doesn't just walk in and win!
...god, listen to me, I am writing AB so very wrong.
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Date: 2013-12-09 12:21 am (UTC)Or write something disturbing implying that God has a personal wub for Anita because she's so perfect.
Or have Anita solve everything through fluffybunny 'edgy' descriptions involving seXXX and wub, preferably equating sex and love in a way that is not at all supposed to be creepy. Because sex is the only important thing in life.
So it's good to be writing it "so very wrong"... Dear gad, if God wubs Anita and wub is seXXX... nonono. I'm just NOT going to think about what this implies for the next 'edgy boundary' the series is going to cross. NOPE.
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Date: 2013-12-09 12:43 am (UTC)Hahahha oh man I lol'd at this
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Date: 2013-12-09 03:11 am (UTC)Aw, gosh, thank you! I've noticed on reflection that the stuff I've been doing isn't half as funny or fun as this, and I really enjoy the fun and funniness more so I hope to use SvS as practice for working that kind of thing into future drafts :D
And ahahahah YES that is exactly the reaction you should be having with our titular 'protagonists' muahaha!
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Date: 2013-12-12 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-12 08:03 pm (UTC)The fight scene between Anita and Lucy though! Ooooooh...
...And I couldn't help the mental image of the Tiny Evil Kiss perched somewhere, watching it and eat popcorn.
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Date: 2013-12-12 11:20 pm (UTC)