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Summary: 20 minutes with Anyanka. Our favorite Vengeance Demon pays a visit to St. Louis and the Executioner learns the price of saying the “w” word.

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Anita Blake > Anya-CenteredTombCranktheCraftyFR151468062,4133 Jun 073 Jun 07Yes
Author: TombCrank the Crafty

Summary: 20 minutes with Anyanka. Our favorite Vengeance Demon pays a visit to St. Louis and the Executioner learns the price of saying the “w” word.

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Started 12:24 PM.



Anyanka was ready. Her vengeance sense was tingling. Somewhere in St. Louis, there was a scorned woman screaming for reparations, her power undeniable and her thirst unquenchable. This would fuel Anyanka’s own magic, giving this wish one hell of a punch. Had Anyanka been able to feel pity for any human being with a Y-chromosome, she would have felt for this poor schmuck.

Teleporting in her human guise, Anyanka approached the Circus of the Damned, absentmindedly noting the gothic and concrete horrors with a vague smirk. The lycanthrope at the door got a once-over, before she slipped beyond him into a more secluded area. The hallways were dimly lit with a stark sense of design, all monotone and severe. Anyanka paused in front of a shut door. Her power called to her, the anticipation making her skin itch faintly, and she blinked at the waves of power coming from beyond the door. This was going to be interesting.

Anyanka opened the door, noting the occupants’ attention was focused on a petite woman with pale skin, dark hair and a darker heart. The shouting match was reaching uncomfortable decibels and the magic was just building between the furious woman, the livid werewolf, and the grinning vampire in an odd circular feedback.

“Excuse me,” a young, rather handsome man moved towards Anyanka with a shifter’s grace. “This area is not open to the public. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He brushed a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.

“Mmm. Hang on a moment. I’ll be out in a second.”

“- and I wish that all of you would just leave me ALONE!!!” The woman screamed.

“Done.” Anyanka’s human visage slipped with the fierce outpouring of magic swelled up in the room, her vengeance magic mingling freely with the woman’s death magic.

The scorned woman paused, swaying on her feet, as she finally noticed Anyanka. “Wait, who are you?” Her hand strayed to the holstered gun at her waist.

“Your fairy godmother,” Anyanka smirked as her human visage returned. “You wished, I granted.” She waved a hand at the large number of men in the room. “I can assure you that they will all leave you alone from now on.”

The woman blinked. “Seriously? Hallelujah. Later, boys.” No one looked at her. “Um, I said good bye, you assholes. Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Anyanka’s grin turned sinister. “Don’t you understand? They’ll leave you alone. In fact, I don’t think anyone in this world or the next will ever see or hear you again. After all, that is what you asked for.” She shook her head. “Honestly, there is no creativity anymore.” Anyanka left the room, disappointed. As the door closed behind her, the Latino woman stood shaking.

“Guys?”



Finished 12:44 PM.

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