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Summary: My own forays into the wonderful world of Fic-for-Alls. Crossovers used: Labyrinth, Anita Blake, White Collar, Highlander, Harry Potter, Castle, In Death, House, NCIS, Merry Gentry, Bones, Leverage, Num3rs, Star Trek and Supernatural

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFAChristyFR182819,2821210,8958 Oct 1227 May 13No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

Blood Kin and Sacrifices

Title: Blood Kin and Sacrifices
Author: Christy
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Angel/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal.com and TtH
Series: FFA Madness #7; A Bigger World #2
FFA Pairing: Cordelia/Anita
Spoilers: None
Summary: Anita and Jean Claude meet with the Master of LA

I was quickly learning that I needed to come to terms with what it meant to be Jean-Claude's human servant, but DAMN the learning curve was long as hell. Right now, though, Jason was helping me get ready for a meeting that Jean-Claude had arranged, since I was still sore from the aftermath of the unoathed vampire case the day before. Granted, most of the scrapes were gone, but some of the more serious bruises sustained in trying to keep all of those I cared for in Guilty Pleasures safe still remained. This little get together was a combination of Jean-Claude's way of trying to say 'I'm Sorry' and also a way to look over the Master of LA and his wife, since they'd requested an audience with him on their way to Cleveland. Now, while I knew on one level that most major cities with a larger vampire population had a Master, I knew I had yet to have met the Master of LA, since most of my Marshal duties had a tendency to keep me in the Midwest, Vittorio's annoying bastard self migrating to Vegas being one of the only exceptions.

A ghost of a wind had me opening the marks between myself and Jean-Claude, showing me the living room area through his eyes, which meant I saw that the Master of LA and his entourage had already arrived and that meant I was running late. Dammit, I hate when that happens! I urged Jason to hurry with his own getting ready, and rushed through the bowels of the Circus of the Damned to meet our guests.
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“Liam Angelus, I present to you my human servant, Anita Blake,” Jean-Claude said smoothly as I entered the area we called our living room, usually, as was this instance, outfitted with mostly white, gold and silver curtains and decorations, though the cobalt blue pillows were a recent addition that most of my wereanimal friends had requested Jean-Claude to utilize. This being a formal Master to Master greeting I was only permitted the wrist sheathes full of knives, but no guns, something that always tended to make me twitchy, since I still preferred to rely on them than my unpredictable animals to call or the powers I seemed to keep inheriting from my marks with my Master, much as I hated that word.

“The Executioner,” a brunette beside Liam commented as she stood.

“My wife, Cordelia,” Liam said by way of introduction as she headed towards myself and the guards who'd come up behind me the moment I'd entered the room.

“My apologies, Marshal Blake,” she commented when Liam laid a hand on her arm in warning. “Dawn told me you two had met on a previous case,” she explained as my mind flashed back to the last case I'd worked with Edward.

“Dawn is your sister?” I asked, confused, since I had thought Dawn had said her sister was a blond.

Cordelia just laughed. “No, her sister is the other Queen Slayer- the one who didn't want to test out as Marshal, so Dawn decided to do it in her place. I've known both Summers sisters for years, much like my husband.”

I went towards her outstretched hand, going to meet her halfway like the civilized women we were pretending to be, but the ardeur had other ideas. The hand clasping Cordelia's pulled her closer to me and I whispered “I'm sorry” against her mouth right before I kissed her. She kicked her heels off to get closer in height to me, moaning as she continued kissing me. I vaguely heard Liam in the background ask “She has the arduer?” and Jean-Claude's terse reply in French in the affirmative. I wasn't sure what effect this would have on things between the Masters of St Louis and LA, but at the moment, all I cared about was the woman in front of me with the scent of Dior on her skin.
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