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Summary: After Sunnydale collapses, the Scooby Gang found out more about what the world was really like.

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Anita Blake > Multiple Pairings > ActionChristyFR1854,678014,63127 Oct 1226 May 13No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

King in Check

Title: King in Check
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, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #25; A Bigger World #2
FFA Pairing: Illyria/Jean Claude
Spoilers: None
Summary: The God-King of the Primordium wishes a word with the Master of St. Louis

It had been a couple years since he'd had Angelus's delightful pom de sang visiting. As she'd written him later, they had been busy with a couple of near apocalypses and the concern of raising a small child in that chaos. Then had come the alarming letter from Angelus asking him if he knew of any local necromancers that might be well versed in portal spells. Unfortunately, what with Anita away learning how to control, or as he knew she would, try to close the marks between herself, himself and the ever delightful Monsieur Zeeman, the only necromancer he had access to was off limits.

The Vampire Council as a whole had never really cared for the transdimensional upstarts that they felt the Senior Partners were, but as long as they didn't incite riots or try to start an apocalypse, the Council left them alone. So when Fred had written him, all excited, that Angelus had managed to take control of the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart., Jean Claude knew the Council would appreciate that one of their own had a foothold there. He was puzzled, however, when she registered no recognition when he had asked after Connor.

On this day, he was listening to Jason explaning about how the wolves were adjusting to Anita as their Bolverk when Jason stopped, midsentence, and stared at the door, concerned.

“I sense a disturbance in the Force,” he commented jokingly, those his tone was all seriousness.

“What do you mean, mon lupe?” the vampire asked a moment before opening his shields more and felt HER. But before he could warn the young wold, the door flew off its hinges and Illyria appeared. He may not have known her personally, but all in the Council had passed down the knowledge of the Old Ones, fathers and mothers of such as Marmee Noir, but so ancient and terrifying, their descendants had them imprisoned in the Deeper Well. Somehow, however, Illyria had escaped.

“Halfling, what did you know about what was done to me?” she demanded, and it took Jean Claude a moment to realize the God-King wore Winnifred's face.

Remembering his etiquette, he rounded his desk and bowed as deeply as possible in front of her. “I know not of which you speak, Old One.”

Illyria glanced over at Jason in disdain before advancing toward the vampire. She cocked her head to the side, studying him. “You mean to say your kinsman Angelus did not ask you for advice about binding my powers?” she spat out, her eyes glowing blue fire.

“I swear, Lady Illyria, I did not. Although, if I may be so bold as to ask what reason did they try to give for binding you?”

In answer, Illyria flung out her hand, destroying the paper screen he used to hide the torture coffins before speaking. “They told me my time shifting was beginning to unravel the thread of this timeline. I saw myself in a bar speaking to one of the Allsiders about why she wished to spare the humans the pains of all the knowledge she had one moment, then I was fighting the halfling Spike and then I was arguing with Angelus. He is the one who told me that if he hadn't bound me, I would have destroyed the whole of this thread of existence.”

“And what of Fred? The uh-” Jean Claude started.

“This shell? It will suffice for now, and since I retain enough of its surface memory, I can still travel as thus,” she explained, morphing into Fred.

“If it would please you, Illyria, I much prefer your original countenance- the God-King of the Primordium is something to be feared,” he said eloquently while Jason could only try and stay out of the way.

Illyria inclined her head and returned to her normal form. “It is good to know one of our allies did not assist in this. I will go and inform the halflings about this,” and with that, she left.

“Um, Master, what, if anything, should we do?” Jason asked hesitantly.

“Nothing for now, but I have been hearing whispers from the Council. This, combined with things ma petite tells me that she doesn't know are important, I feel the Mother is rising, and if so, who not but HER ancestor to rid us of a rather problematic issue?”
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