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Numb (Rewrite)

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Summary: Asher finds a lost soul.

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Anita Blake > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Asher(Past Donor)angelaaskFR1842,1132186,97121 Dec 0427 Feb 11No

Chapter 3

If her friends saw Willow now they wouldn’t have recognized her. She had transformed her appearance to what she thought would attract vampires. She wore revealing clothes, wide neck shirts and short skirts. Mark liked to see her in constrictive clothing, because not only did they showed off her curves, but also he had claimed that it stimulated blood flow to the extremity of the body. She had also cut her hair into a short bob to accentuate her long pale neck, now littered with bite marks. It wasn’t exactly her style; but she had let her addiction influence her decisions, even if that meant she no longer look like herself and led her to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a vampire.

It all came to a head one night when Mark had dragged her to his secret underground lair with the intentions of making her his human servant. Willow had been indifferent to the proposal. The idea of committing herself to another person had left her cold. She told him that she was much happier with their current arrangement where she was free to come and go as she pleased. Apparently, Mark didn’t take too kindly to rejection. He had tried to force the issue by pushing feelings of love and devotion into her mind, using her memories of Tara and superposing his image over hers. Willow magic lashed out violently and seconds later Mark was screaming while he tried to gouge out his eyes.

Mark had assumed that just because Willow was broken that she was weak. He had thought that just because she had allowed him to drink from her that he owned her.

He had thought wrong.

He really should have known better. He had tasted her power after all. The magic in her veins wasn’t only there to spice up her blood. Willow was a witch and a powerful one.

There had been a lot more blood than she expected. There were no neat piles of dust, just dead bodies everywhere. That didn’t seemed right to her, so she burned them, neat piles of ash instead of dust.

Willow had left Phoenix burning.




By the time the firefighters arrived, the building was in ruins. The fire had burned so intensely that the police suspected arson. However, with no bodies found the case was quickly closed. But, just because the police hadn’t taken note of the ten missing vampires, did not imply that no else did. Vampires were either killed by a rival clan or absorbed into the ranks of a more powerful one; they did not just disappear.

The End?

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