Gentry Investigations

Anita Blake Parody by Bungluna

The reason that I had a whole free night was that my two main honeys where off to an AMC (American Masters of Cities) Convention in Seattle, Washington. Most of the big cities Masters had decided to get together and set down some rules for the vampire community now that they were legal. Jason had had to go with them as walking provision and possible hors d’oeuvre. Of course Obsidian Butterfly had not agreed to attend. That lady was seriously antisocial, as well as severely deluded!

It was for this reason that I had this rare luxury. No marathon sex session tonight. And now, no being the filler in a were-kitty sandwich. Sometimes God smiled down upon me!

I was just dozing off when the first pangs of the ardeur hit me. Oh crap, how could this be? I’d already fed for tonight. Micah by himself is usually a main course and quite capable of filling me up until morning. What was I going to do?

I couldn’t feed of myself, so that route was out. Where was Admin when I needed him. He was the only male left who should be in my vicinity. I had felt him get up some time ago and go out to feed. When Jean Claude was out of town. Damian usually stayed close to home, though. He should be around somewhere.

I tentatively opened my mind and tried to contact him, mistress to servant. I’d never attempted anything like this, but if Jean Claude could do it to me, I should be able to do it to Damian. I felt a ringing in my ear and then a hazy image opened in my mind.

“You rang?” said Damian in a surprised tone.

“I’ll be. It works!” said I. “Damian, I need you. Please come home.”

I had never tried to give him this type of direction before. I just hoped he didn’t question me. I could feel the claws of the ardeur starting to un-sheath and scratch along my innards.

“Your orders shall be obeyed,” said he in a surprisingly sullen voice. I was surprised, I thought he was happy to be my servant. I really didn’t have time to deal with this shit right now. The ardeur was about to tear me apart and I had no male to feed upon in hand. There went my wonderful night off.

It felt like an hour but was probably closer to five minutes when I heard a crash landing in the driveway. What in the world was going on? Damian was usually such an accomplished flyer.

A few moments later he swept into my room and I could see in his face that he was not a happy camper. His cat-green eyes wore a slight frown; his visage was somewhat somber. I mean, Damien is not a laughing fool, but he had been at least a content vamp in the past few months.

“Here I am, mistress,” he said, sweeping me a very formal bow. With his red hair falling around his face and his green eyes looking at me like those of a prey animal at a watering whole, Damian still managed to look like what he was, a Viking hunk of eye-candy.

“What is wrong with you,” I asked exasperatedly. “You know I wouldn’t call you if I didn’t need you!”

“And what is your need, Anita?” He straightened his impressive body, clad tonight in a simple white polo shirt and khaki slacks. When had he turned into a yuppie?


	Anita Blake Parody by Bungluna Chapter 2 \| Next Chapter The reason that I had a whole free night was that my two main honeys where off to an AMC (American Masters of Cities) Convention in Seattle, Washington. Most of the big cities Masters had decided to get together and set down some rules for the vampire community now that they were legal. Jason had had to go with them as walking provision and possible hors d’oeuvre. Of course Obsidian Butterfly had not agreed to attend. That lady was seriously antisocial, as well as severely deluded! It was for this reason that I had this rare luxury. No marathon sex session tonight. And now, no being the filler in a were-kitty sandwich. Sometimes God smiled down upon me! I was just dozing off when the first pangs of the ardeur hit me. Oh crap, how could this be? I’d already fed for tonight. Micah by himself is usually a main course and quite capable of filling me up until morning. What was I going to do? I couldn’t feed of myself, so that route was out. Where was Admin when I needed him. He was the only male left who should be in my vicinity. I had felt him get up some time ago and go out to feed. When Jean Claude was out of town. Damian usually stayed close to home, though. He should be around somewhere. I tentatively opened my mind and tried to contact him, mistress to servant. I’d never attempted anything like this, but if Jean Claude could do it to me, I should be able to do it to Damian. I felt a ringing in my ear and then a hazy image opened in my mind. “You rang?” said Damian in a surprised tone. “I’ll be. It works!” said I. “Damian, I need you. Please come home.” I had never tried to give him this type of direction before. I just hoped he didn’t question me. I could feel the claws of the ardeur starting to un-sheath and scratch along my innards. “Your orders shall be obeyed,” said he in a surprisingly sullen voice. I was surprised, I thought he was happy to be my servant. I really didn’t have time to deal with this shit right now. The ardeur was about to tear me apart and I had no male to feed upon in hand. There went my wonderful night off. It felt like an hour but was probably closer to five minutes when I heard a crash landing in the driveway. What in the world was going on? Damian was usually such an accomplished flyer. A few moments later he swept into my room and I could see in his face that he was not a happy camper. His cat-green eyes wore a slight frown; his visage was somewhat somber. I mean, Damien is not a laughing fool, but he had been at least a content vamp in the past few months. “Here I am, mistress,” he said, sweeping me a very formal bow. With his red hair falling around his face and his green eyes looking at me like those of a prey animal at a watering whole, Damian still managed to look like what he was, a Viking hunk of eye-candy. “What is wrong with you,” I asked exasperatedly. “You know I wouldn’t call you if I didn’t need you!” “And what is your need, Anita?” He straightened his impressive body, clad tonight in a simple white polo shirt and khaki slacks. When had he turned into a yuppie?