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Final Fight

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Summary: 199 words: Anita and Edward find out who's better.

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Anita Blake > Non-BtVS/AtS StoriesFlitShadowflameFR151259181,5685 Jul 065 Jul 06Yes
As much as I enjoy the A/E pairing, I got sick of reading all those “draw down” fics where they both miraculously don’t kill each other, and I got one of those “Hey! What if…” thoughts.

Disclaimer: The mods caught me! I'm a bad, bad soul who forgets to write these little boogers.

It's sadly true,
Please don't sue,
Hamilton, I love you,
But I am not you
(and thus, don't own your creations)

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Anita loosened her grip on her weapon until her the whiteness of her knuckles faded. This would be a very inopportune time to get hand cramps. She crouched low behind the boxes in the warehouse. Edward had decided it was time to see who the better killer was.

She didn’t want to kill one of the few men who understood her completely, but she also didn’t want to die. She heard the scuff of leather-soled shoes on concrete and whipped around, trying to sight her adversary.

She heard another scuff, and this time found her target, leveling the gun and firing off a three shots in quick succession. Even as she pulled the trigger, she felt a pressure on her chest. She looked down at the red splatter on her heavy jacket. She could hear Edward swearing across the floor.

“It’s a tie, Edward,” she called out, standing. “Now can we put all this behind us?”

He stood, too, and she could see the red on his own jacket, right above his heart, like her own ugly smear. “I told you paintball would be just as satisfying as the real thing, without the nasty side-affect of death,” she taunted.

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