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| I am not Laurell K. Hamilton. I do not own any little bit of her world or characters. I acknowledge this. Go away. This is for my sister, who thought the line 'Brave, brave Jean-Claude' was hilarious. Brave, brave Jean-Claude By: Skylar Inari The end of yet another dramatic, sex-filled, Anita-gains-new-powers-and-defeats-the-bad-guys part of the unending soap opera that Ms. Blake had fallen into (dragging many diverse others along) had wound down to it's conclusion and all was well. The next day (or night, really) however, the world blew up. The night had started fairly normally for St. Louis' Master of the City. He rose from his coffin, fed on his pomme de sang - Jason - and then (after dressing in new spiffy clothes that seemed to involve lots of lace and poured on leather) he set about tending to the many details of running all of his businesses. And all was as it always was. Then a faint tremor went threw the Earth. The lovely Jean-Claude glanced up from his paper work and frowned, feeling something amiss, he sent out his vampy senses. And recoiled from what he felt. In a panic he leapt up from his desk knocking over his chair and made a mad dash for the door leading into the next room. Yanking it open Jean-Claude bolted up a flight of stairs (that magically appeared out of nowhere) and entered his spaceship. That's right. His spaceship. He frantically set about reading the shuttle for flight and once that had been accomplished he settled down in his elegant little ship and calmly pressed The Big Red Button. And up the spaceship went. Crashing through the stone of the Circus of the Damned Jean-Claude eventually made it up to space. And he was just in time. The world exploded. Struck by a sudden realization the centuries old vampire turned to the festering flameball that had been earth and shrieked, "Noooooooooooooooooooo!" For, in his haste to survive he had forgotten that for the first time ever that he alone was not responsible for his continued existence. Forgetting about the marks that bound him to Richard and Anita caused Jean-Claude's last few minutes to go badly. Spitting and coughing up blood as the deaths of his animal and his human servant dragged his life away. His last (unheard) words were spoken in a weak but clear voice, "Curses, foiled again!" And thus did Jean-Claude die. . .again. Brave, brave Jean-Claude. ~Owari~ |
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