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December Flowers

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This story is No. 1 in the series "December's Child". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Anita Harris didn’t have a perfect life. She had an annoying little brother and unhappy parents. She didn't hate it. Sometimes though, she wondered why the name Blake was always on the tip of her tongue.

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Anita Blake > GeneralEffieFR13166,43623715,61511 Jun 084 Jul 08Yes

1980

December Flowers

Summary: Anita Harris didn’t have a perfect life. She had an annoying little brother and unhappy parents. Sometimes though, she wondered why the name Blake was always on the tip of her tongue.

Disclaimer: I don’t own AB nor Btvs they belong to LKH and JW respectively.

Notes: These are just snippets I have the urge to write for a larger work I plan to do. I have Anita being born in 1977 and Xander at 81 if you want to keep track of ages.

1980

So much blood. So much pain.

She was going to die. She could hear her heartbeat. It was slowing down. God it hurt. Was she going to heaven? Hell? She was going to die alone. She would have cried if she could have. She felt her heart slowing more. Struggling to keep her alive. Breathing was so hard. Why did she have to breathe? One more breath.

She wondered why she couldn’t hear her heart anymore. So much blood…

“Wake up!” her eyes snapped open. “Anita?” The words from her mother’s lips were foreign and comforting. She struggled to hear her. “Anita!” Wasn’t her mother dead though? “Tony! TONY! Call 911! Something’s wrong with Anita!” She could hear her father scramble for the telephone. Why did it hurt to breathe?

“Ma petitie?” Whose voice was that? She saw her mother speaking but couldn’t hear her. She saw her father grabbing things and putting them in a bag. “Where are you, ma petite?” Her eyes closed.

“Anita!”
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