TexasAngel28
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I was covered in blood. It wasn't unusual. The fact that it wasn't my blood was even more unusual these days. I drove down the darkened city streets of Saint Louis headed for the Circus of the Damned. I knew Jean-Claude was already awake and possibly even waiting for me by now. I slowed as I came around a corner and my mind continued to rehash the details of the evening. Edward had come into town needing my help. Ever since the whole New Mexico thing, things between us had been strained. I'd killed another one of his hired hitters. Oh well. This time, though, the job had almost resulted in Edward getting killed and my mind was having a really hard time processing that. Edward... dead? No thank you.
I made the turn into the parking lot of the Circus and jumped out of the jeep. Jason was waiting at the door to let me in.
Tell me none of that blood is yours, Anita I shook my head. "No, Jason. None of it's mine." I said no more as I walked past him towards Jean Claude's room. Jason was a werewolf, part of Richard's group but part of mine as well. I was assassin for the werewolf clan and queen of the local leopard. And yet, I was still somewhat human. Go figure.
I walked into Jean Claude's room and my breath caught in my throat as it always deed upon seeing him. The room itself was decorated in blacks and golds, but Jean Claude was a decoration unto himself. I suddenly felt out of place dressed in black jeans, t-shirt, and Nike's, my gunbelt still in place and my silver cross still hanging around my neck. The cross came off immediately and went out of sight as Jean Claude slowly came across the room towards me.
I made the turn into the parking lot of the Circus and jumped out of the jeep. Jason was waiting at the door to let me in.
Tell me none of that blood is yours, Anita I shook my head. "No, Jason. None of it's mine." I said no more as I walked past him towards Jean Claude's room. Jason was a werewolf, part of Richard's group but part of mine as well. I was assassin for the werewolf clan and queen of the local leopard. And yet, I was still somewhat human. Go figure.
I walked into Jean Claude's room and my breath caught in my throat as it always deed upon seeing him. The room itself was decorated in blacks and golds, but Jean Claude was a decoration unto himself. I suddenly felt out of place dressed in black jeans, t-shirt, and Nike's, my gunbelt still in place and my silver cross still hanging around my neck. The cross came off immediately and went out of sight as Jean Claude slowly came across the room towards me.