| A/N: Fairly self-explanitory. Wrote this as a challenge fic. Had bunches of fun with it too! The whole writting it took about an hour. I couldn't for the life of me remember how the actual story went! I'm so ashamed. ~*~Requirements ~*~ *A recognizable classic fairytale plotline *At least two of the Anitaverse main characters *A side reference to a different classic fairy tale *the line "What is going on?" *one of the characters falling asleep * a fruit (example: someone eating an apple) *music of some sort Little Blood Red Polo By: DragonMouse ~( 8> Once upon a time, in the city of St. Louis, there lived a little animator by the name of Anita. She was ever-so-helpful to all those she knew, be they cop, vampire or were. One evening, she came in the door to the telephone ringing. It was her police friend and he needed her to run an errand for him. �Anita, I need some information from the Master of the City. Will you do this for me?� Anita agreed, but not without a healthy dose of sarcasm, and they hung up without saying goodbye. After a quick shower, Anita pulled on her favorite red polo shirt, black jeans and black Nikes. She set out the door, heading to the Circus. Night was in full swing already, so while the atmosphere was lively, and pulsing music flowed through the air, Blood Square parking was nonexistant. Leaving her Jeep a good distance from the Circus of the Damned, she began the lengthy walk to her destination. Before she had gone far, out of the shadows popped Richard. �What type of goodies have you got for me?� he asked, giving her a hot and appraising once over. �Not now Richard,� Anita muttered, brushing past the werewolf. �But Anita,� he whined. This time Anita ignored him completely and left him behind as she continued walking. A few blocks later again out popped Richard. �What is going on? Why can�t you just stop to talk to me?� �I have to talk to Jean-Claude, that�s all. I�m on business from Dolph,� Anita replied politely and again left the wolf staring after her. When she finally arrived at the Circus, Jason was just getting back from his last set at Guilty Pleasures and let her in easily. �Should I let Jean-Claude know you�re here?� he asked. �Yes, please,� she replied. Soon Jason came back and ushered her toward the main bedroom, then begged off, saying something about making like Rip Van Winkle and sleeping forever. Or until one of the vampires needed a snack. Anita slunk into the room to find Jean-Claude in the bed, covers pulled up to his chin. One hand snuck out from under the covers to pat the bed beside him. Hesitantly, Anita went to the bedside and perched there. Something didn�t feel right to her. �What was it that brought you here?� Jean-Claude asked. Anita raised an eyebrow. �My Jean-Claude, where did your accent go?� �Oh, the better to endear myself to the American people my dear- Ah, ma petite�� �And what dark skin you have, Jean-Claude!� His arm moved quickly back under the covers. �The better to blend into the public with, my- ma petite.� �Oh Jean-Claude, what brown eyes you have!� �The better to- Fine! That�s right! It�s me, Richard!� He flung the silly black wig he wore across the room and while he was struggling to free himself from the covers, Anita scrambled away from the bed. �If I can�t have you, neither will he! And you won�t have anyone either! I�ll eat you like I ate the vampire!� he threatened, getting free of the covers at last. Anita had just reached the door when Richard launched himself at her. She knew she was dead meat. But then! Oh, as luck would have it, who should have taken notice of the earlier confrontations and followed but a heartless assassin, friends with Anita. Automatic gunfire echoed off the walls and Richard was cut down as he leapt. Anita was saved and couldn�t thank the kindly assassin enough. �Dead?� asked Anita. Edward, for that was the assassin�s name, checked the wolf. �Dead,� he confirmed. Anita slumped to the floor, thankful to be alive. Edward walked to the bed. �In the future, never get that close to vampire that was eating an apple.� He plucked the half-eaten core from the mussed bedspread. Anita and Edward laughed at that, and left the Circus to live happily ever after together. Jason DID make like ol� Rip and slept right through the ruckus. ~*~ The End ~*~ |
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