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This story is No. 1 in the series "2011 LiveJournal's Twisted Shorts August Fic-A-Day". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: **Part of the 2011 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts August Fic-A-Day** series. Her spell not only changed her, it sent her to another dimension.

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August 1, 2011 - Amy in St Louis
Summary: **Part of the 2011 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts August Fic-A-Day** series. Her spell not only changed her, it sent her to another dimension.

Challenge: for the livejournal 2011 August Fic a Day Challenge. Or #6471 on TtH.

Timeline: season 3 ‘Gingerbread’ for BtVS; during or after Narcissus in Chains for Anita.

Warning: mention of nudity.

A/N: Don’t know the AB’verse that much so Rafael might be totally OOC. Let’s pretend that her spell made Amy an alpha were, ‘k?

Disclaimer: BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. Anita Blake characters belong to Laurell K. Hamilton. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.



City Hall

Whether it was due to her panicked state, the Hellmouth, or various magical signatures surrounding the building, in the end it didn’t really matter.

What mattered was that even as she chanted her spell, Amy Madison, novice witch and daughter of evil witch, Catherine ‘the great’, could tell that something was wrong. She wasn’t doing a straight transmogrification into a rat like she intended. The part she didn’t know…couldn’t know was that the spell was changing her DNA, much like a werewolf’s bite would. Only, in this case, it was a wererat.

To make matters works, Murphy’s spirit – the one responsible for bad things happening at the worst possible time – thought it would be a kick to have a little fun with the girl. Besides, who knows…maybe she’d enjoy her new world more than this one.

As soon as her transformation was complete, a flash enveloped Amy, and soon she was no more…at least in her home dimension.

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St Louis

Rafael looked bemused as he overheard his people discussing his love life, or lack thereof. Didn’t they see what Richard’s involvement with Anita was doing to the Ulfric?

Granted, if he got involved with somebody – and that was a big if – he would be sure she had no other romantic interests. He knew that it wasn’t Richard’s fault that he had to share Anita; it was those damn marks of the Triumvirate which were responsible for his predicament.

Still…this was why he despised vampires. Their politics made life difficult for the weres. Sometimes he wished they had never been allowed legal status. It was unfair that vampires were exalted, but weres were treated like freaks by society. They lost their jobs, families, everything. The only chance they had was to play nice with the creatures that treated them like servants at best, slaves at worst.

Back to the matter at hand, though. Louie and Claudia were hoping that if he were involved with somebody, they could protect him from feeding Anita’s ardeur. They happen to be correct about that. While he would offer himself if necessary, that wouldn’t be the case if he were romantically attached; it just wouldn’t be honorable.

He was just about to go out there and tell them to stop meddling when a flash of light momentarily blinded him. While his eyes were closed, he was able to smell the overpowering magick in the air.

The door burst open from behind him, telling the Rat King that his bodyguards had noticed it too. His home was supposed to be warded against magical intrusions, so this was very troubling.

Not as troubling as the pull of a new wererat in his presence, though.

Opening his eyes, Rafael blinked away the spots of light, only to find a young woman lying on the floor. Her light brown hair covered her face until she stirred, looking up at the people surrounding her.

He had to fight the urge to go to her, which confused Rafael greatly. Since his wife took his son away, he thought that part of him was-- well, not dead, but maybe dormant? And this woman looked like a child.

But her elfin face and her blue-green eyes called to him. His beast could feel hers and demanded that they claim her as a mate.

For her part, Amy tried not to freak when she saw that she wasn’t in city hall anymore and Buffy was nowhere to be found. Oh crap, something told her that she managed to jump out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.

Then she met the eyes of the hottie who was flanked by a man and woman, glaring at her. Something in her told them they were rats, but how? And why did she feel the urgent need to bow to Mr. Yummy Mexican Goodness?

She blushed furiously when the two bookends – bodyguards if she had to venture a guess – began to chuckle. “Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud?” she pleaded of YMG. Then she realized that she was naked and blushed even more! At this rate, her entire body would be covered in seconds. Could an entire body blush?

His smile was warm and inviting as he reached for a blanket from his bed to hand to her. “I’m afraid you did, but I don’t mind,” he admitted. “My name is Rafael, leader of the Black Crown Clan.”

The girl-woman blinked in reply, accepting the blanket to wrap around herself. When she was done, she accepted his hand to stand up and stuttered, “I’m Amy. Amy Madison.”

Rafael bent over to kiss the back of her hand in a gentlemanly fashion, causing her to gasp in surprise, then smile prettily at him.

Their King’s behavior was shocking the hell out of Louie and Claudia. They almost thought he was…flirting with the intruder. They shared a look, then shrugged. If she was a danger to him or the clan, they’d get rid of her, but if she wasn’t…she could be the answer to their problems.



A/N: Huh, easier than I thought to reach the minimum word count – at least for this ficlet.

Tomorrow's fic: Andrew/Scooby Doo.

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