Anita Blake: The Half Breed

Chapter Two

I don't own Anita Blake or any of the character. There the property of Laurell K. Hamilton. I do own Faye lee and the Darkclaw's. I'm willing to share tho...Just email a request to me...

            I could tell there was tension in the air as soon as I entered the Circus of the Damned. So thick in fact, the expression  "You could cut the tension with a knife" didn't quit suit it. As I walked down the hall I noticed that on the right side of the hall was about a dozen of Jean-Claude's bodyguards, werewolves, Werelepords, Wererats and a few others. They looked upset by something and one look to the left showed why. Men I never saw about six of them stood pressed against the left side of the hallway their arms crossed over their muscular almost bodybuilding bodies. Each one was more handsome last but they were nothing compared to the man sitting across from Jean-Claude when I entered the room. If the Belle Morte line gave the world beautiful vampires then the Darkclaw bloodline gave you beautiful werewolves. He was sipping tea on one of the couch. He was about Jean-Claude height wearing a black silk top open  up the front showing all the muscles of his bare very tan chest and very tight black pants showing his well toned legs.  He had shoulder long black hair a shade lighter then Jean-Claude's and slicked back into a single braid that fall over one shoulder.

"What is it with men and long hair." I thought to my self rolling my eyes as I entered the brightly room. It was a simple room the walls covered in fine paintings that Jean-Claude must have bought over the years. A few couches laid around the walls with a couch, small coffee table and chair in the middle. Jean-Claude noticed me entered and stood going over to me.

"Bonjour Ma petite."  He greeted me with a small smile but even through the smile I could tell he was angry and upset about something. The man stood now sitting the tea cup down with a small dinging sound that seemed to echo in the room and walked over to me. His shirt was long in the back and seemed to float around him like the bottom of a cloak. He put out his large well cared for hands that looked like it could knock my head off with one pass. He gave me a charming smile, like a snake may give its prey to lore it in before striking.

"You must be the famous Anita Blake. I have heard of you even on my travels, my name is Sy Darkclaw. I am the leader of the Darkclaw Pack."

His hand remained out till he figured out I wasn't going to shake his hand and he dropped his hand to his side coughing lightly.

After a moment of no one speaking Jean-Claude finally broke the silent by ushering us back to the center of the room. Sy Darkclaw took the chair while I sat down next to Jean-Claude on the couch. A young women entered carrying a pot of what smelled like coffee entered pouring me a cup, before leaving the room. I looked at Jean-Claude who just smiled.

"I know how you would rather have coffee then tea Ma petite."

I gave him a look of gratefulness as I sipped the strong coffee, it hit the spot. I heard a snuffle and looked up at the Darkclaw from behind his tea cup.

"She has you trained well, oh great master of the city."

I gave the man my best glare of dislike but the look that normal scared men into submission but it seemed to have  no effect on him. I could tell just by his body reaction and how he clinched the tea cup that Jean-Claude was getting angry. He was trying to hide it but I've gotten pretty good at reading the vampire, I had never seen such emotion on his face and I suddenly know I had missed something.

 "What do you want Sy?"

The other man sat his cup down a small smile across his face, it was the kind of smile a girl would have died for and I was sure many had before.