Anita Blake: The Half Breed

Chapter Three

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..

                Blood stained the ground of the large room, that was full of throne like chairs around the outer edge. Each of the chairs were full of vampires. Some where of  Belle Morte court others were just guest, here at Belle Mort request. Bella Mort sat in the middle of the chairs on a higher platform watching with pure boredom on her face. Asher was standing in the middle of the room in just a pairof brown pants now covered in blood and torn from claws. His beautiful well crafted chest wascovered in blood and a few scratches were already starting to heal. His golden hair was pulled backinto a ponytail, this was his punishment for leaving before. Forced to show his scared and ruined face to everyone in the room. He growled deep in his throat looking down at the werewolf at his feet. The thing was limping badly and had a huge part of its left stomach gone, it was good as done and it know it. It backed up towards the door stumbling a few times , its sliver fur shinny in with its blood. Belle Morte yawned of course being a vampire she wasn't tired just bored now.

 "Finish it Asher my sweet and let us get on with our businesses for the evening."

When she spoke so sweetly to him it made shiver down his spine. He almost had no choose but to do as she command. When the wolf turned to try to escape out of the room, Asher attacked. In a flash of moment he was on the wolfs back, it howled loudly and tried to haul back and bite Asher but he was faster then the wolf and sank his fangs in the back of the wolfs neck ripping another huge chunk out. Blood splattered everywhere it felt hot and sticky on Asher's fingers and face.  He jumped off before the wolf fall to hits side twitching from blood loose. It wont kill the wolf of course, soon it would heal and be as good as new. Asher looked over at Bella Morte who had a soft beautiful smile on her face. If it had been anyone but Belle Morte,  Asher would have thought it a loving beautiful smile, but he know better then that.

"Kill it." She said simply sitting back in her chair. "And make it fast we have guest waiting to be seen."

Asher hated this, hated being used as "Entertainment" for Belle Mort and her guest. He looked at the wolf and suddenly feeling very sorry for the large animal he made the kill as painful as possible. First he grabbed its head avoiding the still dangerous teeth trying to bite him and snapped his neck. This wont kill him the neck would heal in time but it knocked it out so it wont feel what he was about to do next to it. Using his strength he ripped it  head clean off its body, more blood staining his face and body. The body twitched and to make sure it wont get up Asher ripped its heart out of its chest. The body twitched again blood now dripping out and the body begin to change and shift, as it didwhen the wolf was truly dead. Asher had to stumble back when the shape of a young nude women shifted back, most of her stomach was gone as was the hole where her heart was and her head. He never got use to killing and worse when he was forced to kill women who Belle Morte decide were to pretty to let live, it reminded him of the old story of Snow White and the evil queen.

He walked over kneeling before Belle Morte raising the head and heart above his head as a prize to his mistress. She smiled down at him ruffling his hair.

"Good very good Asher." Her voice was sweet and almost caring. She clapped her hand and

several servants mostly humans came caring the body away and cleaning up the blood. They worked quickly not speaking a word and soon there was no proof other then the thick smell of blood still in the air that a fight had happened. Belle Mort taking a chest that was siting beside her and opened it taking the heart putting it inside. Next she took the head and with a sickening smile she throw it across the room and it, it hit a servant in the back of the head making her fall and all the vampires laughed. Their disregard for humans that made their beds every evening and brought them there blood was sick. Asher took a step back and stood going to the young female servant who was holding a towel for him to get cleaned up with. She had gave the head to another male servant to take care of she was rubbing the back of her head trying not to cry. He smiled taking the towel cleaning the blood from his face and chest as spoke in a whispered voice.