I crawled into bed, curled up, and was asleep in seconds. Then I started to dream again. I was running again, but this time, I was in an actual place. I was in the circus. It was empty. I was by the big wheel. I looked round. It was quite dark. There were lots of shadows. I knew it wasn’t Jean-Claude sending me the dream.
 

My first instinct was to force my self to wake up, but I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to, but what worried me more was the fact that I couldn’t. I tried and tried, but it was like I was stuck in this dream.

I felt something behind me. When I turned round, there was nothing there. I didn’t understand this dream. I heard something else. I turned to face in that direction. This time I did see something.

A shadow, getting bigger and bigger. And coming my way. I turned and ran, through the side door and down the stairs. It was dark, but I’d been down hear that many times before, I didn’t the light to judge my way.

I could feel It getting closer. I was till trying to tare the dream apart, but nothing was working. I was now starting to panic. It was getting closer but I just kept running.

I felt something go over my head. It was in front of me now. I trying to stop, but ran into the thing. I started to scream and struggle. I was flat on my back, fighting the thing that was lying on top of me. I couldn’t even make out what it was.

It covered my eyes. I started to see things, then my mind settled on one image. Jean-Claude, lying in a bath, full of blood, dead. His eyes open, and as blue as ever, but he was truly dead. I screamed and struggled even harder.

I felt my self lifted up, then placed back down again. I still couldn’t see anything. Where was I ? I was dreaming, or was I dreaming. I didn’t know. I was being shaken, someone was screaming my name. I pulled out of the dream.

I was lying on my living room floor, staring at the ceiling. Then Asher's face appeared above mine. He had his hands on my arms. I reached up and strangled his neck with my arms, holding him tight. What the fuck was happening.

“What was the matter, ma cherie ? “ He asked me. I relaxed slightly.

“Oh God” I whispered.

Asher pushed me back so that he could see my face. He looked me in the eyes, as though he could tell what I was thinking through my eyes.

“I had a dream” I told him

“I gathered as much” He said, he sounded quite shocked “what was this so obviously frightening dream about?”

“A shadow was chasing me. It got me, then I seen Jean-Claude dead, in a bath of blood” I told him. I swallowed. I didn’t want to think about it.

Asher drew in a deep breath and sighed it out. He did this when he was thinking. I looked at him. In the moment, he was the only real thing to me.

“I think you should tell Jean-Claude, he needs to know” I was about to say something when he held up his hand. “I know you don’t like to tell him everything, but this is something he needs to know” Asher said.

Seen as how I was going to tell Jean-Claude any way (no I really was) I couldn’t have agreed more with him.

“In the mean time, you need to get ready to pick Jean-Claude up and go to the airport to pick up your friend” He reminded me. I’d forgotten I had to pick up Edward.

“Shit !” I said, getting out of Asher grasp to run into the bedroom, leaving him to laugh at my back.
 

Chapter 5
 

Anita’s P.O.V

We were standing by the terminal for the flight from New Mexico to St. Louis. Apart from three other people, two females and one male, we were the only people there. It was quite, and that wasn’t something I wanted at the moment. We had been hear 35 minuets. I’d been on time to pick Jean-Claude up, in the end. But I still hadn’t told him about the dreams, Asher kept looking and I had to keep looking away.

Asher, myself and Jean-Claude were standing or sitting round waiting for this damn flight to land. It had been delayed by half and hour, so It should have been hear soon, I prayed.

I heard talking. I hoped to God it was Edward’s flight. I wanted out of hear. Finally people started to pour out of the tunnel from where Edward was due. My bet is that he would be the last passenger of, so that he could watch everyone else leave before him.

Then I spotted him. He was wearing, what looked like, brand new dress trousers, a black designer shirt with a pair of black sunglasses on. I couldn’t help but smile. I walked over to him. It seemed funny not seeing him in his western get up.

He put his bag on the floor as I arrived in front of him. We hugged, something we didn’t normally do. Edward had been good lately, about everything. It was kind of comforting, but at the same time, unnerving.

“Hey, Anita. Good to see you! I hope your well ” Sarcasm. He just couldn’t help himself.

“I’m just great. And you?” I couldn’t help but smile. Then I remembered why he was actually hear, and the smile fell from my lips. Jean-Claude’s life was in danger.

Talk of the devil. Jean-Claude came and put his arm round my shoulders. He pulled me into him. I leaned my head against him. I must tell him about that dream.

“It is good to see you again, monsieur. I hope your flight was good” Jean-Claude said to Edward.

“Not too bad, thank you” I looked at him and he smiled, his good o’l Ted smile. I sighed and shook my head. I didn’t want to know what he was up to.

“Donna really wanted to come, but with her being over seven months gone, we didn’t trust it” He said.

I smiled. Edward was going to be a daddy. Donna found out she was pregnant just after I lost our baby. I had gotten over that now. It didn’t bother me any more. I was sort of numb when it came to stuff like that.

“Your gonna be a daddy” I sang a sort of song to him. He smiled and shook his head.

“I know. I’m not sure weather to be happy or not. I’m still trying to get used to the idea. Its just one more hostage for me to worry about. One more emotion for me to accumulate. I don’t know weather I’m coming or going lately” He said.

He looked at me as we walked towards the baggage pick up. Jean-Claude still had his arm round me. It tightened when we started to talking about Edwards fatherhood.

We stopped and waited for Edwards bags. Asher called me to one side. I walked over to him and he smiled and put his arm round my shoulders, much the same as Jean-Claude did.

“Have you told him yet?” he asked. I get it now. He was putting on a show so that Jean-Claude didn’t get suspicious.

I smiled and hugged him. I closed my eyes. When were we ever going to get a break?

“I haven’t yet, but I’m going to. Give me time” I pulled out of the hug before he could say anything else and walked over to Jean-Claude. Edward had his bag, and we started off down through the airport again.

Chapter 6

Jean-Claude’s P.O.V

I started to lag behind the rest. I didn’t know why, but I felt the need to be alone that particular minuet. Ma petite was linking arms with Asher. She was sandwiched between death its self and my most trusted companion and friend. She was safe.

I suddenly felt tired. I wanted to sit down and close my eyes. I did close my eyes, and what I saw was something I never want to see again for as long as I live.

It was ma petite, standing in front of me, dripping in blood. She was crying and was holding out her hand for me to help her, but I couldn’t move. I tried to walk, to move a part of me, but I couldn’t.

“Jean-Claude” Someone was calling my name. I snapped out of it, to find ma petite standing in front of me, with her hands on my arms. I looked at her. She was frowning,

“What’s wrong?” She asked. I couldn’t tell her what I’d just seen , at least not hear. I smiled.

“I thought I saw someone, thats all ” I lied quickly.

She nodded and I pulled her into a hug. I needed to know that she was real. I needed to hold her and know that she was mine. I would not loose her.

“Jean-Claude, what's wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing. Let us go home, ma petite ” I said. Pushing her back. I searched for her hand and found it. She looked at me funny, as though unsure of me. She sighed and walked along side me. I would not let her go. She was my human servant, my lover. Mine to protect and cherish and that is what I am going to do for the rest of our time together.

Chapter 7

Jean-Claude’s P.O.V

We were all walking down the stairs of the Circus. Edward and ma petite were in front and Asher was behind me, locking the door.

I walked into my living room. Edward had dropped his suitcase and two bags and sat on a couch looking at me as I walked through the door. Ma petite went to the opposite side of the room and was about to disappear through the curtains, then turned round.

“Im going to bed, Im sorry, but I’m really tired” She said. I moved and landed in front of her.

She gasped. I laughed and she smiled.

“My reflexes aren't what they should be when I’m tired” She said.

It was false. She was ill, but wouldn't admit it to her self, or anyone else. I took her excuse and placed my hands on her arms. I leaned my forehead against hers. She was tired. I could feel it in her.

“Go to bed, ma petite, you are tired. I shall join you shortly” I told her. She nodded her head, turned and walked down the corridor to my bedroom.

I turned, to find Asher leaning against the far wall and Edward , looking innocent, on the couch. He sat with one ankle resting on the other knee, arms folded over his waist. I walked over and sat on a chair.

“Jean-Claude?” Edwards voice rang out through the silence.

“Yes, monsieur ”

“What is wrong with her?” He asked. He knew her so well. Maybe too well.

“She is quite ill, I believe. She sleeps constantly, her reflexes, as you saw, are not up to what they were. I know there is something bothering her, but I am not going to force it out of her, as she will not tell me, and will get upset” I explained.

I don’t normally explain my self to any one, but for Anita, I would make an exception.

He nodded and sighed. He stood and started to pace. I left him to it. I leaned back in my chair. Asher started to walk over to join us. He lay on the carpet in front of the fire someone had erected while we had been gone.

“Do not worry too greatly, Jean-Claude. Anita will come round in her own time and tell us what is wrong” He said. looking at me with his beautiful eyes. The ’us’ implying he didn’t know anything.

“I haven't found out much, either”

I looked at him.

“You see, If someone wants a contract with me, they have to get into contact with someone who knows me. These people, who ever they are, didn’t. I couldn’t trace the number, the voice, anything. They have been very clever” Edward said.

He had stopped pacing and was standing in front of me with his hands on his hips.

At that point, the curtains behind me parted and Anita walked through. I didn’t need to look to know it was her. I stood up and turned. She was wearing midnight blue silk short shorts, and a matching spaghetti strapped top. I walked over to her this time, I didn’t want to frighten her.

“I don’t want to be alone” She said quietly.

I smiled and took her hand and raised it to my lips. I never took my eyes away from hers the whole time.

“I think we will retire. Asher, if you could be so kind to show Edward where he will be staying?” I looked at Asher as I said it. He hadn’t moved.

He nodded his head. I smiled and put my arm around her and parted the curtains for us to walk through. I got to watch Anita sleep. It had become one of my favourite pastimes.

Asher’s P.O.V

I watched Anita and Jean-Claude walk away and decided it was time something was done. Edward would be able to do something for Anita and maybe I could try to persuade Jean-Claude to tell me what was going on.

“Edward” I said, starting to stand up.

“oh, urm, Im not ready to go to bed yet, Ive got alot to do”

“And so have I, but I was not going to show you just yet where you will be staying. I need to talk to you about Anita and Jean-Claude. They are drifting apart and someone is doing it. I think that it is linked in with the contract on Jean-Claude” I told him.

Edward gave me a look I couldn’t decipher. I stood up in front of him then sat down in the corner of the couch. Edward sat down, almost facing me. He sat the same way he did before. He looked curiously at me.

“I’m listening” He said.

“Anita is moving in to the circus. Things have been going well between them. Anita is doing things Jean-Claude likes and he is doing things she likes” I told him.

This was just to give him a little knowledge on the situation previously to what it has been. He nodded. He was listening and interested.

“Then you phoned Anita and they have almost fell apart. Anita can’t seem to stop sleeping, and Jean-Claude is so jumpy, he is frightened of his own shadow. You saw him, at the airport tonight” I said

He nodded again and looked away, as though deep in thought. He started to rub his chin and cheeks.

“I did see him. Why did he suddenly stop walking?” He asked, it was more of a rhetorical than anything.

I looked at him. He was genuinely worried. Edward was a good friend of Anita’s. She trusted him immensely, or so I’m told. He yawned, putting his hand in front of his mouth, He rubbed his eyes.

“I’m doing all I can to find out what’s going on. I’m going to do some more digging tomorrow in the day, then I’ll be back hear and I’ll follow Jean-Claude everywhere he goes” He said, then yawned again.

I smiled and stood up.

“Are you sure you would not like to see where you’re staying?” I asked. He laughed.

“Yeah, I think I will go to bed. Start afresh in the morning” And he stood up. I grabbed the two bags and walked off through the corridor. I hoped we got this sorted.

Chapter 8
 

Anita’s P.O.V

I was lying in the circle of Jean-Claude's arms. I could feel that he wanted to tell me something, but couldn’t get it out. He was shielding from me, harder than ever. He really didn’t want me to know what was bothering him.

“What is the matter ma petite?” He asked me, finally giving in and asking what he wanted to know.

I decided to partially lie to him. There were two things bothering me. One was the dreams, the other, well, I wasn’t sure why it was bothering me, maybe it was jealousy rearing its ugly head.

“ Donna is over seven months gone. I’d be nearly eight if I was still pregnant” I said.

I felt Jean-Claude go tense beside me. I hadn’t brought up my loosing a child in months. It wasn’t that I blamed Jean-Claude. It wasn’t his fault. It was that I’d lost a life that meant something to me, I felt like it was my fault.

I wasn’t good at dealing with loss of life if it was my fault and I cared about that person. I hadn’t really lost a baby, but its what it would have been. I hadn’t lost anyone close to me since Philip. He’d been killed by the old Master of the City, Nickolaos. I had never forgive my self for his death and I would never forgive my self for my babies life.

I’d just realised something, Jean-Claude had been in my mind all of that time. He’d knew everything I just felt.

“Ma petite, why have you never told me before that you felt like that?” He sounded upset.

“I couldn’t tell you. I haven't thought about it in ages, but knowing that Edward is going to be a dad, when he probably doesn’t want it...I don’t know. It’s probably jealousy ” I told him.

I looked up at him. He looked very up set. I could see it in his face. He was the master at schooling his face, but he couldn’t hide how upset he was. I pulled my shields around me tight. I wanted to make sure he saw nothing else.

He was hiding something from me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. It had nothing to do with the contract. That much I knew. I just couldn’t figure out what it was, and I was so tired.

Thinking about it made me yawn.

“You are tired ma petite. Go to sleep in the comfort of my arms and know that your safe” He said, pulling me against him.

“I am not upset, ma petite, just shocked that you didn’t tell me” He said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, Jean-Claude” I said, snuggling up to him. I was lying on my side, the silk sheet pulled up under my arms. Jean-Claude was lying on top of the sheet with his belly and chest to my back.

“Sleep, ma petite” And I did. I fell asleep straight away.

Jean-Claude’s P.O.V

As ma petite fell asleep in my arms, I could tell that Edward’s ever coming fatherhood was not the only thing that was bothering her. She was hiding something from me. Much in the same way I was hiding something from her.

I could not and would not tell her about the vision and about the letter. It wasn’t something she needed to know. She was ill and didn’t need more things to worry about.

The contract for my life and these letters had to be connected. It was big a coincidence for it not to be. I was going through my head, trying to remember a vampire who could invade another master vampires thoughts. I couldn’t think of one.

I stroked ma petite’s hair. She was wearing it straight alot, lately. She was so beautiful, and so full of life. I wasn’t bothered if I survived or not, I was more worried about her safety. I had never cared enough about another person, that I would give my life for them, since Juliana died. I would not loose ma petite, too. I could not. She could deny that she was mine, but she was. In more ways than one.

Chapter 9
 

Asher’s P.O.V

I hadn’t seen Anita since the last evening, and when Jason in formed me that she had slept right through till now, I began to worry. Jean-Claude was in his office in the circus. I came out of the side door marked ‘Authorised Personal Only’ and started toward the tent. I got a few looks on the way there, Mostly off woman, young woman looking for a night out.

I felt better now that the scars were clearing up. I loved watching peoples reactions, the reactions I‘d missed. Anita said I was becoming big headed. I wasn‘t, I was just glad to be getting back to myself again. But the looks didn’t matter at the moment. What I wanted was to know what was going on between Jean-Claude and Anita.

I walked through the curtain, past Faust. He nodded in my direction and I nodded back. I walked up the stairs. The show was being prepared. The animator was raising tonight. I was in front of Jean-Claude’s office. It was as silent as the grave its self.
 

I knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for a reply and walked straight in. If it had been any one but Anita or I, they would have been in trouble. Jean-Claude was sitting behind his desk looking very annoyed and....frightened? What was he frightened of ?

I walked up to the desk and he looked up at me. He pulled his feelings back inside. He didn’t want me to know what he was thinking, which made me want to know even more. I sat on the desk. He looked back down at his desk. Looks like I was going to have to be the mature one.

“Jean-Claude, what is going on between you and Anita? What has you so upset and....frightened?” That made him look up.

“I am not frightened, mon amie, I am cautious, that is all” He said. I could tell by the look on his face afterwards he wished he hadn’t.

I stood up and walked round to behind his chair. He sat up and turned to face me with a sigh. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, mon chardonneret” He hadn’t called me that in years. Something was wrong.

“What is the matter?” I asked him again.

He smiled. “It couldn’t just be the fact I’ve got someone who wants Edward to bring me to them alive?” He asked

“Non, it isn’t that and you and I both know it ”

He sighed.

“The night I sent you out to get ma petite, I received a letter” He said

He turning back round in his chair to get something out of the draw. I read the letter, then looked at Jean-Claude. I couldn’t keep the shock off my face.

“Then, in the airport when I, suddenly stopped, I had some sort of....vision. Ma petite was standing in front of me, blood pouring from her body. She was calling my name and I couldn’t help her” He sounded helpless.

I couldn’t look in his face for too long. There was so much pain, confusion and helplessness in it. He was not helpless. Jean-Claude needed a good shock. He needed the truth.

“Why are you falling apart on Anita?” I asked.

“We are not” He sounded defensive and angry.

“I have seen you and Anita together. You are falling apart, both of you. She is ill and she is hiding something from you. You are tired and hiding something very important form her. She will not like it, Jean-Claude. She doesn’t like you protecting her so much. She doesn’t need it !” I almost shouted it into his face.

He looked at me open mouthed. I could almost see what I had said sinking in. He hardly listened to any one.

“She will need it this time, I fear ”he said quietly.

“You must tell her, Jean-Claude, and she just might tell you what is bothering her ” I said in a softer tone.

He sighed and nodded his head.

“Oui, you are right. I will tell her when she comes” He nodded

“What do you have to tell me?” Anita’s voice rang from the door.

Chapter 10
 

Anita’s P.O.V

We were nearing Jean-Claude’s room, when he picked me up in his arms. I let out a surprised ’yip’ and started to laugh. He smiled and started to laugh too. He walked with me in his arms down to his room. He wouldn't listen to my protests to put me down, not that they were that strong. I couldn’t stop laughing.

He managed to open the door and close it without taking a hand out from underneath my legs. He dropped me on the bed and started to kiss my neck, down my collar bone, into my cleavage. I laughed even harder and pushed him away.

He smiled and looked up into my eyes, He climbed on top of me, his thighs strangling my hips. He pushed himself with one arm and stroked my hair that had fallen over my face. I was surprised at how straight my hair stayed once it was straightened.

His smile wavered and then vanished. Most of the old ones could do that. Change from one emotion to the next in a flash. I stopped smiling, but didn’t move. I didn’t want to spoil the moment.

“I have something very important to tell you, ma petite” He sighed.

“I know you don’t like being protected” He said. He didn’t move. I could tell from the tenseness in, that him I wouldn’t like it.

I looked at his face, his beautiful face. I sighed, still not moving from where I lay underneath him. I had fell apart the last time a major disaster happened. I wouldn’t fall apart now.

“Go on” I prompted.

He inhaled a deep breath.

“I received a letter, ma petite, about you. It said that Someone is coming to get you in person. Saying that they have been watching us for years, waiting for us to fall apart, to split up” He said.

I stopped breathing for a second. Was he joking? Someone was coming to get me in person? What did that mean. Jean-Claude started to get up off me, but I grabbed his shoulders and held him where he was.

“When did you get this letter?”

“Last night”

The night after we found out someone wanted Jean-Claude to be captured alive. Was it connected ? I had another thought, too. Were the dreams connected, too?

“I agree with you, ma petite, I too think that the contract monsieur Edward and this letter are connected” He said, nodding his head, but frowning at my other thought.

I thought about not telling Jean-Claude about the dreams, just leaving it, but with everything that was happening lately.....It wasn’t a good idea to do that. I was stubborn not stupid.

“Jean-Claude, I’ve been having some dreams. In one of them, you were dead, lying in a bath of blood” I looked him dead in the eyes. “Before that, I fell asleep at work and dreamt the same thing. Someone was after me and was shouting my name out ” I told him.
 

What did all of this mean? It had to be connected. It was either that or it was a very big coincidence. My instincts told me that the first was probably truer. I trusted my instincts. They have kept me alive for a long time.

Jean-Claude’s voice brought me back to myself.

“We have to stand united, ma petite. We have to stay together ” He rubbed his face alongside mine. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost my petite une” He smiled and tried to laugh off what he said.

I smiled and moved his face back to mind so I could kiss him. The kiss started off just our lips touching, but then it grew. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue between his fangs and rolled it round his mouth. He made a small sound and ate back at my mouth.

Then we heard a scream. It sounded like Hannah. We broke away and looked at the door. Jean-Claude leaped off of me and was opening the door in the blink of an eye. I shot up off the bed and followed him.

The scream came again. It didn’t sound like she was hurt, more like upset. If her and Willie had broken up and she was having hysterics, I was going to kill someone. For some reason, I didn’t think it would be that.

When she screamed a second time, I realised where the scream actually came from. The coffin room. As I ran, I checked my watch. It was 7:30. Not too far away from sunset. Oh, God, what had happened now ?
 

Chapter 11
 

Asher’s P.O.V

I decided, after leaving Anita and Jean-Claude to either argue or kiss and make-up (probably doing both), that I would go down to the coffin room to check on the other vampires. I walked in to the living room, to find Jason and Steven, playing a game of some sort, on the television Jean-Claude had purchased.

They had been bothering him for weeks and when Anita finally announced she would be moving in the Circus permanently, he had given in. I hadn’t realised how big the Circus was, until Jean-Claude showed me where he was going to place everyone who decided to move in, too.

He was doing another room up for himself and Anita, as he felt the one he had already wasn’t big enough. He wanted the whole bathroom moved into another one. I laughed at him. He was such a perfectionist, it made my teeth hurt.

“Are the vampires ready to get up?” Steven asked. He and Jason were lying in front of the box, with pieces of plastic in their hands.

“ Yes, it won’t be long now” I told him.

They both put down their pieces of plastic and Jason turned off the box. I looked at them. I couldn’t help but laugh. Both of their faces were a little puzzled, but I waved it away. I parted the drapes and walked down the corridor towards the coffin room.

I walked down the stairs, with Jason and Steven following. Willie and Hannah were getting out of their coffins as I walked down the stairs.

“Hey Asher” Willie said.

“Good evening” I replied.

Hannah was frozen in her place. Willie started to call to her. Then he walked over and gasped, looking at a coffin and the floor next to it. I walked over to where they were standing. I recognised the position of the coffin. It was Gretchen's. There was blood around the one side of the coffin, thick and almost fresh.

I couldn't understand why I didn’t notice the smell before. The smell was very distinctive and very unique. I walked forwards, hand outstretch to open the coffin. There was blood dripping down the sides of the coffin. It was everywhere.

I pushed the lid upwards. Hannah let out an almost silent shriek. The coffin was drenched in blood. Gretchen’s linins were white, and they were now full to the brim with blood. There were two things in the coffin.

I put my hand in and lifted them out. One was a picture of Anita, slashed up. They had taken this picture when she didn’t know they were there. She was outside of a restaurant, dressed up. She looked trés beau. Then I recognised the dress she was wearing. It was the dress she was wearing the night I first met her.
 
 

The other was an envelope, nothing on the front or the back. It was parchment type paper. Very old.

Both were stained slightly with blood, but not to soaked. Hannah started to scream and wouldn’t stop.

I opened the envelope as Jean-Claude came down the stairs.

“What has happened?” His eyes flew wide as he seen the coffin. I handed him the picture. He put his hand to his mouth, then looked over my shoulder as I pulled something out of the envelope. It was a note. It read;

“You are next, then precious Ma Petite”

Chapter 12
 

Jean-Claude’s P.O.V

Anita came to the top of the stair case as I read the note for what seemed the first time, but was probably the 20th. Every time I read it, something churned in my stomach. It was like someone was grabbing my insides and squeezing them.

“Jean-Claude!” She shouted as she came down the stairs. She looked to where I was standing and stopped moving. She noticed what was in my hand and started to walk over to me. I handed the picture and note her.

I looked at her face. It never changed. She looked at them for about two minuets. In that time Asher had told Willie to take Hannah somewhere else. Jason and Steven had followed, but then came back with a mop and bucket each.

I walked round Anita and put my arms around her waist. She gasped and started to breath deeply, like she had stopped breathing for sometime. She dropped the note and photo on the floor.

“Do not worry, ma petite. No one will hurt you. I wont let them” I told her. Speaking in to her. She had put a death grip on where my hands were on her. I rocked her from side to side.

She started to pull herself back together. She still held on to me, but the tension that was clinging to her so tight, started to go. She leaned into me and let me hold her.

“Who was it? Who slept here?” She asked. Asher looked at me and then looked away with a sigh.

“Gretchen” I told her.

She sighed deeply. She often did this when she needed time to think.

“What happened to her? We didn’t see anything and neither did anyone else! We would have known” She said it as though trying to make her self believe it. I didn’t understand what happened, either, so I had no comforting words.
 

“I have no idea as to what to happened here, ma petite. I have got the first idea as to what could have happened, either” I told her.

She started to pull away from me, but I held her to me. I didn’t know what was going on. This was my home, my city, and I had no clue what was going on. There was no way of policing this.

“I’ve got to go to work” Anita’s voice pulled me back to myself. She couldn’t go alone. I didn’t want her to be anywhere alone. I couldn’t even keep her safe hear, let alone when she was out on her own.

“I want you to take someone with you, Anita, please” I turned her to look at me.

Edward chose that moment to walk through the door and comedown the stairs. He looked very angry.

“The contract has been taken. I’ve got no hope of finding out who put the contract up” he said. He stood, one hand on hip. a strand of blond hair over one eye.

Anita put her head to my chest.

“I’ll take Micah and Merle with me” She said. I didn’t want her to go. She could feel it in me. I didn’t try to block the feeling.

“I’ve got to go, Jean-Claude. Bert’s patients only stretches so far. Besides, I need something to take my mind off things”

I smiled.

“I could take your mind off things” I said, my face splitting into an evil grin. She gave a little burst of laughter and pushed away from me.

“I'll be back in about 4 hours or so” She walked passed me, kissing me on the lips as she went.

I turned round to find Edward smiling and Asher doubled over trying not to laugh. What was so funny?
 

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