Anita’s P.O.V

How the fuck had he known that? I opened my mouth, as though going to say something, but nothing came out. I closed my mouth again. No use in catching flies was there?

“When you started out on you own, I became worried, as you became a vampire executioner. I was worried you would get yourself killed, or worse, marked by another vampire. I didn’t know what I could do. I didn’t want to take you until you had grown up a bit more”

He laughed

“You still haven't grown up, not really” He smiled

“I sent so many people to try and take you, while you hunted them. I didn’t think you would kill all of them. But you did” he said. He dropped his gaze to the floor. He still held my hand in his.

What was going on? This was unbelievable! I’d had no clue. Non of us had. I just sort of sat, frozen where I was. I couldn’t take all of this in.

He looked back up at me

“I then decided to try a different approach. I told Nickolaos to recruit you. Told her to turn you, yet you killed her and put the very vampire I had tried to kill, to keep you away from, as Master of the City. I could not bargain with Jean-Claude for you, as I knew he wanted you for himself. He would not have co-operated. I needed a new method”

I just sat where I was, gob smacked. He had told Nickolaos to turn me? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mouth was hanging open. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know what to think. He looked at me. He was still looking at me, holding my hand. He had an evil smirk on his face.

“Do any of these names mean anything to you?” He asked. He pulled me to my feet and walked round me. He slid his hands behind my waist, holding me round the tummy. He was taller than me, but then, who wasn’t.

“ The Earthmovers Alejandro worked for me behind my good friends back. I told him to get you in any way, just as long as I could be with you” He said into my hair. I was just standing there. I felt like a proper pratt, I had to regain my composure. I had to think. I needed away from him. Casspian. What a stupid name. I nearly laughed.

“Serephina phoned me the second after she found out you were coming into her territory. She said she would get rid of Jean-Claude and would turn you, then bring you to me. Then you killed her. I had thought all hope was lost, until Richard named you Lupa. I had managed to sway Marcus and Rania. They were easy to bribe. As was Sabin. All he cared about was his looks”

He was going on and on, about all of these people who I had either killed or help kill, and they had all lost their life working for him. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt my eyes fill. All of that life might have been spared, if it hadn’t of been for him.

I was beginning to feel ill. I had killed all of those people because of him. Oh god.

“I couldn’t seem to control Orlando, though. He wouldn’t co-operate. He thought you were a panwere and he wanted you, so I was glad you killed him” He said. He had his head tucked into the my neck and his arms a solid form against my waist.

I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to make him pay for all of that loss of life. I normally didn’t care, but one person had caused all of that loss. He had made me loose piece's of myself.

“I was going to come and get you myself, but I didn’t want to. I decided to give it one last go. Padma and Philippe seemed the perfect choice”

WHAT! He had told Philippe and Padma to... Oh God, he was the reason I had lost the baby. It was all him. I pulled all of my anger, hate and strength, and pulled away from him. I turned on him and Punched him full in the face. He went down and I ran for the corridor.

I didn‘t get very far, as he jumped and pulled me down. I was lying by the corridor, with him sitting on my back. He let up off me enough to turn me over. Then he lay down the full length of my body.

“What?” He said. His full of concern. He was puzzled at my behaviour.

“I was pregnant !” I shouted and spat it into his face. “I was pregnant with Jean-Claude’s baby, and I was stabbed by Philippe's human servant and I lost the baby and every other chance I had at becoming pregnant ” I said, fighting the tears. I had lost a chance at having a baby because of him.

He looked shocked. Good. He would never have any idea at how I felt. I tried to push him off of me, but he wouldn't budge. I went to punch him again, but he took both of my hands and raised them above my head. I tried to move my legs, but they were pinned between his. Great.

“I didn’t know” Was all he could say

I laughed at him. “You didn’t know! Well, that changes everything” When all else fails, turn to sarcasm.

“Would it have changed anything, Casspian? Would you have cared?” I asked. The tears of anger falling down my face.

“I would not have let that baby die!” He said, looking shocked that I’d even asked.

“Even though it wasn’t your baby?”

“I would not have let a child die” He said.

“Gretchen came to me and told me that she could deliver you to my arms, as well as the city, just as long as I didn’t kill Jean-Claude and gave him to her. I agreed. I was only going to kill him any way, but I would not kill a child” He said, as thought willing me to believe him.

I didn’t believe him. It must have shown on my face, because angry lines spread over his face.

“Do not anger me, Anita. I am the vampire known as the controller. I can make any of your body parts, do anything I damn well please. Remember that” He said. He looked into my eyes. Those eyes held such age. He was so old.

His hair fell around his face, making a sort of curtain. I still couldn’t pick up on where he was from. I didn’t care. He could control any part of my body? Just great. Every time I think I’ve seen the worst vampire power, another one pops up and bites me on the ass.

Chapter 20
 

Jean-Claude’s P.O.V

I started to feel my self wake up. I felt dizzy and sick. Nausea was burning up inside of me. I opened my eyes to darkness, but it was a familiar darkness. I was in my coffin. I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there.

I tried to move my arm, with no success at all. I knew my coffin well enough to no there was enough room for two people inside it. I calmed down and opened the marks. I called out for ma petite, but someone was blocking the call. What was going on?

I concentrated on trying to move my muscles. I had never heard of a drug that could keep a vampire from moving. I knew it wasn’t a spell, as I would have felt the magic. I started trying to move my hand before anything else.

I felt a great energy approach. It was vampire, but not one of my vampires. The lid opened and I stopped moving. What ever they had given me was starting to wear off. If they found that I could move, they would just put more of what ever it was inside of me.

Ma Petite

Where was she. The thought of her nearly made me give myself away. If I did that, it wouldn’t help either of us.

The light poured into the coffin, making me squint against it. I could feel the drug loosing more and more hold over my body. The vampire put his arms under me and pulled me out of the coffin non to gently. He walked out of the room, up the stairs and into the room across from the coffin room.

This room was reserved for visitors. He laid me on the bed and walked out. He was very tall and had to stoop under the door frame to get out of the room. He was wearing leather trousers and a leather vest like top.

When the door was fully closed, I began to try and move parts of my body. My shirt had been removed. I watched my hands as I tried to move them. I stretched my fingers and flexed my hands. I then started on my feet. I wiggled my toes and moved my feet round.

After a few minutes, I had most of my muscle’s in use again. I was about to sit up, when I felt a more familiar presence approach. It was Gretchen. What was she doing? I stopped moving. I wanted to know what was going on?

She opened the door and walked in closing the door gently behind her. She looked at me on the bed and smiled. I would wipe that smile from her face if it was the last thing I did. She walked over to me and sat on the bed next to me. I pulled all of my emotions under control. I did not want her feeling what I was feeling.

“Jean-Claude, how do you feel ” She said. It was her. All of this was her. If she had hurt

ma petite.....I would not be held responsible for my actions.

I decided to ignor her. I just looked at her.

“ Oh, Jean-Claude. Please. I told you. I warned you. I told you all those years ago, that you would be mine, no matter what. Right before you put me into that coffin” She said.

She had a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. She had gone mad. Of course, she was quite mad before she went in the coffin. She had wanted to hurt ma petite. She probably still did.

“Where is ma petite?” I asked. My throat was a little sore. I didn’t know why, but it hurt to talk.

Gretchen stood up and walked away from the bed and me. She walked with her hands on her hips. Why did I bring her over? Why did I grant her passage in my territory?

She walked to the wall opposite the bed, where a picture of the Eiffel tower was mounted on the wall.

“We had some good times in Paris, you and me. When you found me, I thought we were going to be together. I thought that was why you brought me over, for love”

“You knew how I felt about you. I made it abundantly clear many times over”

She whirled, in a mass of blond hair, and flew to the bed. She landed with her strangling my waist. She was wearing black flared jeans , with black strapped sandals. Her top was white and shear. Her breast were tight and small in front of my face. I didn’t feel anything towards her. I never had. All that was there now was fine burning rage.

“WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO PROVE I LOVE YOU!” She screamed. I fought not to wince. It didn’t take much. I took me alot not to laugh at her.

“Your just a spoiled vampire, who can’t get her own way, so you throw a tantrum” I said. I could feel an evil grin forming on my lips.

She climbed over me, to sit next to me. She lay her head on my chest. I wanted to bat her away. She was like a fly that wouldn't leave me alone. She kissed my chest and leaned her head on me, like I was a pillow.

“Do you want to know how? Would you like to know what is going on at this very moment?”

Gretchen taunted. I said nothing. If I said ‘No’ she would tell me anyway.

“I found a vampire who could promise you to me. I found a vampire who was jealous of you and what you had. So we decided to triad ”I didn’t have to look at her to see the smile on her lips

“He wanted her, and in return, I get you. Personally, I think I get the better end of the deal, but oh well ” She giggled.

Gretchen had sealed her fate now. I would have her head and heart in my hands before this night was over. I would see her truly dead.

I realised something. I could move and she didn’t know. She wasn’t facing me. I moved my hand towards her neck as slowly and quietly as I could. I could break her neck and be out of hear. I had to fine ma petite, I had to know that no harm had or was going to come to her..

“We have eternity together, Jean-Claude. And it starts now ” I moved my hand a fraction of a second before she turned to look at me.

Forceful and strong presences were approaching, and fast. I put my blank mask on, as ma petite likes to call it. I still couldn’t quite figure out who it was that was doing this. I had another worry. Asher had gone missing minutes before the attack had come. I hadn’t seen him, and I was beginning to worry.
 

The door opened and the vampire who carried me came back in, along with another one. They were both tall and full of energy. They were very strong. I wanted to reach out, along their link to their master, to see who he was. The new vampire spoke

“It is time, Gretchen” he said, in a deep voice.

Time? Time for what? She looked at me and smiled. She got off the bed and stood to one side. The vampires walked over to the bed.

“Be gentle with him. He has been promised mine”

They lifted me in the air and walked me out of the room, down the corridor I knew well. I now had two things on my side. I knew the circus well, and I had the use of my body back. They didn’t know that I could move.

Of course, who ever had took the circus had made everyone disappear. They had blocked me off from feeling everyone. Ma petite, Asher, the rest of my wolves and all of my vampires. They had the better advantage. I would have to work with what I had.
 

Chapter 21
 

Asher’s P.O.V

The council, my self and Edward were in one of there huge hotel rooms, trying to decided on what to do. They had arrived last night. Jean-Claude and Anita were stuck in the Circus of the damned, which Casspian had taken over.

All of Anita’s leopards were safe, and most of the wolves were. But Stephan, Jason and a few others were trapped there. I didn’t know what to do for any of them. As I was Jean-Claude’s second in command, the city was left to my charge. Excellent.

I had offered to pay the price for the help from the council. I would rather pay the council, than loose Anita and Jean-Claude. They were now arguing about weather to take my payment or not

I think that Morte D’Amore did not want to help us because Jean-Claude had Padma killed. They weren’t particularly close, but Morte D’Amore just didn’t like Jean-Claude. It was the very excuse he needed to get rid of him.

They had now been arguing for over an hour. I wanted to interrupt, to say something, but I just couldn’t get the courage. I was surprised that Edward hadn’t said anything. His reputation spoke volumes. He was sitting in a chair by the door, playing with his guns. He was trying very hard not to say anything.

“Jean-Claude should get himself out of his mess on his own. He has now been responsible for the death of two council members. Are you really considering killing one of our oldest, to save two!” Morte D’Amore said and laughed.

“Casspian gave up his rights the moment he took Anita and Jean-Claude!” The Traveller shouted back.
 

Morte D’ Amore and The Traveller had spent most of the last hour arguing. I was surprised as to how much of a fight The Traveller had put up for Jean-Claude. But what surprised me and frightened me the most, was that the Dark Queen had come along. The head of the council. She hadn’t said anything yet. And neither had Belle. That was beginning to worry me.

“We should help our own. Everyone of us in this room has a vendetta against Casspian. All of us would love to see him dead. I do not see why we shouldn’t help” Was The Travellers final argument. And Morte D’Amore, couldn't argue back.

Edward stood up, holstering his gun. He walked over to where we all standing around the table. He leaned his hands on the table. You could feel the anger thrumming through his body in fine lines. The bitterness in him tasted vile on the tongue.

“If none of you are going to help, tell me now, and I’ll go in on my own and get them” He said. Mort D’Amore laughed. Maybe he didn’t realise who Edward was.

“You are the one they call death, non?” Belle said

Edward looked at her.

“Yes I am” Was his reply

Morte D’Amore backed off from the table. He walked and stood by the open window. The room was Belle’s. It was furnished with red and gold. The bed was king size and full of pillows. The walls were decorated in red with gold patterns. The furniture was cherry wood and had the same red and gold embroidered as the walls.

The widow was massive and covered in blood red curtains. I liked the room. It had a comfortable feel to it. The fire was ablaze, but to me it was just another feature. Fire wouldn’t keep me warm. Nothing would at the moment.

The Dark Queen stood up and walked over to us. She had been sitting in front of the fire, listening to what we had to say.

“Asher, tell me about Anita” was all she said.

“Anita is one of the most important things in my life. She is very powerful and very strong willed. She is

“How long has she been a servant?” Why was she asking all of these questions? I wasn’t going to question her. I did not want her angry at me.

“Between two to three years” I said, a little quieter. I really didn’t like where this line of questioning was going.

The queen started to pace. Belle pulled a chair out from under the table. I didn’t like to be in the same room as Belle. When she had left us, after Padma revelled his deceit, she had asked me to go back to court with her, to start a fresh. I had declined. She had touched my scars, something she had never done before. Of course, there weren’t that many scars left now. I had had two loads of plastic surgery. It was working. I would soon be whole and happy again.

Belle had been staring at me for the past five minutes. I stared back. Edward let out a stifled laugh. I shot a puzzled look at him. He stood up and went to sit on the bed.

“You love her, don’t you?” Belle’s voice brought me back round to face her.

“You love Jean-Claude once more. My beautiful pair are back together with a woman, and once again, its isn’t me” She smiled, but not like it was funny.
 

“Oui, I love her, and I love Jean-Claude too. So I am telling you, that I will give you what ever you want, if you will help me save them” I asked.

She laughed. It was beginning to dawn on me the irony of this situation.

“I had this very conversation with Jean-Claude, 210 years ago tomorrow” She said.

I had wanted to forget that part of my life and I had succeeded very well. With Anita’s help, I was beginning to fully heal. I would not let memories destroy me aging.

“We want nothing from you, or Jean-Claude” The queen had come to stand by us again. The Traveller, who had remained quiet smiled and nodded. Morte D’Amore looked like he was going to kill something. Belle’s looked didn’t change. She swept her eyes closed and open. None of them could disagree with our Dark Queen. She was the one our Dark Mother had left in charge while she had slept her millennia away.

Edward stood up and came over to us. He had his hands on his leather clad hips. He was wearing all black. Black leather trousers, Black t-shirt and black boots. He had so many weapons on him, they must have weighed him down.

“When are we going then?” He asked, his eyebrows lifting, as though we’d finally done something of interest.

“Now, monsieur D’Morte, now” The Queen of Darkness said. Edward smirked. Mon Dieu, what have I gotten my self into?

Chapter 22
 

Anita’s P.O.V

I was still lying on the floor with him on top of me. He was holding my arms flat to the floor. I hadn’t notice before, but someone had undressed me and taken my other cloths. I was now dressed in a pair of gold pyjamas. The shorts were quite high cut, but not too high. The top was a spaghetti strapped and wasn’t very comfortable.

I felt good, I had finally slept, but for how long? That didn’t matter at the moment. I wanted away from Casspian and fast. But how could I do that?

“Are you going to get off me?” I asked, my voice rather quiet. If I could calm down, he might not realise what I was going to do.

“No, Im not. I do not trust you. I have seen you fight. Now you are a servant, you have extra strength. I am not in the mood for a fight tonight” He said.

I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. The stones were digging into my back. Some of the stones were sharp. I moved a little, and I could feel my back was wet. Then it started to sing. I could smell blood. Just great.

“Why can I smell blood?” He said. I closed my eyes. My back was really starting to hurt.
 

“My back is Bleeding. It is really starting to hurt now” I had to keep swallowing. Why do you never feel these things unless you notice them?

He slowly started to get off me. He put down a hand to help me up. I took it, as I didn’t trust my feet just yet. What? I’m stubborn, not stupid. OK, I can be both some of the time. Most of the time.

I looked down at the floor. There was a big patch of blood on it. Yum. I tried to look at my back, but Casspian was tuning me round. He gasped when he looked at my back.

“What?” I asked.

“I think we ought to clean you up” Was all he would say. A second later, a man walked through the curtains.

He was tall, tanned and had blond hair. He was wearing glasses, so he couldn’t have been a vampire or werewolf. I couldn’t feel his energy anyway, but why would a werewolf or vampire wear glasses?

“ Ja, Casspian?” he said. I still couldn’t pick up on the language.

“holen Sie mich etwas warmes Wasser und towles, quickely herbei ! ” German. He was German.

“Ja Herr!” and he turned round and disappeared. What the bloody hell had he just said?

Casspian pulled me towards the sofa. Jean-Claude would kill me if I got blood all over it. Hang on, why the fuck was I worrying about Jean-Claude’s sofas?!

He sat me down on a sofa next to him. I hurt to sit down. I felt a trickle of blood run down my back. I hissed at the pain and automatically tried to put my hands to my back, but Casspian stopped me.

“Do not touch it. I’ll clean it before you heal. Turn and face the arm and lean against it” He said.

I looked at him. Was he being serious? Like I’d turn my back on him.

“Please, Anita, do not make me make you”

I turned and did what he said. Things couldn’t get worse. Darn, I really should stop thinking that. Every time I do, things do get worse. I leaned against the arm and hissed again. More blood was trickling down my back. I cuddled the cushion close to me. I put my arms around it tightly and squeezed.

I felt my top begin to loosen. Casspian was undoing the top as the man walked back through the curtains. He had a porcelain bowl, which was slightly steaming and smelt, and a towel.

“What the hell do you think your doing?” I asked, as he bared the whole of my back.

“I am going to clean the wound, and I can’t do that if you have a top on”

Why didn’t I think of that?
 

Chapter 23

Anita’s P.O.V

I closed my eyes. Oh God, I was in a mess this time. There was no Jean-Claude coming to save me. If they had stormed the circus, there was no anyone coming to save us all. Gretchen. This was her and her jealously. I should have just killed her when I’d had the chance. I was sorry for falling out with Jean-Claude when he’d left her in the coffin and fed off of her.

I could hear the water dripping as he rung out the towel. He dabbed it against my back, and what ever was in there stung and made me scream out. I hated this and him. I hated it all.

Now would have been my chance to run. I hadn’t seen that, what ever he was, leave, and Casspian was occupied. The only problem, I had no top on. I was not about to run off half naked any where.

“There. Its clean and healing” He said.

“Great, thank you, can you please do the top back up?” I asked.

He laughed “Yes” and I felt the top get tighter again, as he played with the straps. O.K, now was my time to run. I turned round slowly. He was busy sorting out the towel and the what ever he was who brought it in, wasn’t there.

I used my otherworldly speed and ran, I ran through the curtains to hear a shout of

“Bekommen Sie sie!” I didn’t know what that meant, but it wasn’t good.

I had an advantage over Casspian and his people. I knew that Circus like that back of my hand. I kept running and running and didn’t stop. I turned in to a passage, and what a stupid idea that was! There were people yelling at me in German.

“Halt-Laufen!” “Wir haben sie gefunden!” I knew what the first meant. Stop running. I turned and ran back down the passage, on to the main corridor.

This was such a bad idea. There were now people coming at me from all ways, apart from in front of me. I could feel stitch coming along, but I fought it and carried on running and my back had gone numb, thankfully. I passed door up on door up on door, all of which I had never seen. Maybe I didn’t know the Circus as well as I’d thought.

Then I heard a roar. It wasn’t a leopard, or wolf, or hyena. I couldn’t place it, until I saw two of them standing side by side. Lions. Casspian must have had the ability to call lions. Great. One of them went on its hind legs as I approached. It was taller than me about 2 feet this way. I stopped where I was. My feet hurt, I had nothing on them. Just what I needed.

With the lions in front, and the amounting number of vampires behind me, I had no chance. I put my hands out at my sides, to show I was unarmed. I didn’t take my eyes off the lions.

“Why cant you just accept this? Why do you always have to fight?” Casspian’s voice floated over the crowed, drawing nearer to me.

“Im a very stubborn person” I said, to myself more than anyone else. I was still the lions. They had both sat down now. But they were as tall as me sitting down. How did they get so big?

“You stubbornness is going to get you hurt one of these days, Anita”
 

He was right behind me. He put a hand on my stomach and a hand on my healing back and pushed. I fought not to make little noises. Because I hadn’t rested, I’d made myself worse. Human servant or not. The numbness was going. Great.

“Do not disobey or run from me again, Anita, because I will be forced to hurt you” He had put his head next to mine and spoke next to my face. I was calming my breathing down, tying, but not succeeding.

He moved his hand up from my waist, over my tummy, up to by my breasts and I stopped him there with my hands encircling his wrist.

“No” I managed to breath.

“Oh no, Anita, It is not that I desire” He carried on moving his hand to rest on my chest, perfectly over where my heart.

“I want you to understand this”

And he squeezed my heart with all his might. I doubled over. Only his hands on my kept me standing. Oh God. I screamed out;

“Jean-Claude!” but I knew he couldn’t help me. No one could.

“You will do as you are told from now on, wont you, Anita?” He asked

“Yes” I breathed out. ‘ For now ’ I thought to myself.

“Casspian, the ceremony is ready ” A heavily German accent floated over the silence.

What ceremony? What ever he meant, made Casspian smile a devious, nasty smile. Oh God. This wasn’t going to be good .

“If you are wondering, Anita, what the ceremony actually is for, I will tell you gladly” He said. He put his mouth close to my ear and sniffed along my neck. I was ticklish and I squirmed. He laughed.

“I am going to take those nasty marks off you body, Jean-Claude has so kindly put on” He said.

My eyes flew open. No. We were so going to loose this one. No Anita, stop being negative! But it didn’t look very good.

“Then I take the city, and let Gretchen have Jean-Claude. He can watch us together, for the rest of our time, and you, you get to watch him. How lovely”

“NO!” I screamed and tried to pull away, but he had a hold on my heart now, and nothing would make him let go.

I struggled for breath and he lifted me in his arms and walked back the way he came. I could not let this happen. I fought against him, tried to make him let go, but he squeezed my heart again. I didn’t care. I’d rather be dead than stuck with him. I had to get away. I had to fight, But the hold he had on my heart wouldn't budge. Stars were dancing in front of me as I tried to hold on to my consciousness. I was slipping away and there was nothing I could do.

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