Gentry Investigations

Anita Blake Parody by Bungluna

I woke up from a restless sleep a little before dawn.

After our encounter Damian had put me down on the bed and, without saying one word, had walked out of my bedroom. I was still in shock: one of my men who wasn’t panting to get in my pants, who would have thought it?

My wonderful night had not turned out as I had expected. For one, I missed all my warm-bodied bedmates. I had gotten accustomed to their place besides me in my big king-sized bed. Being there by myself, even with Sigmund, had felt lonely.

I gave up trying to sleep a little before dawn and decided to go for a run. I put on my black sports bra, a black T-shirt, black jogging shorts, black socks and my black Nikes. I added my wrist sheaths, my inner pant holster with my Firestar 9mm tucked in it. I was ready to go.

As I walked towards the front door, I heard Damian moving in the basement, getting ready for ‘bed’. I yelled a goodnight, but didn’t pause to see if he was over his pout. I’m moody enough; I don’t have time to put up with other people’s snits.

The air was warm but fresh, as if the night had washed away that stifling heat. As I jogged through the country lanes surrounding my house, I thought that maybe living in the middle of nowhere wasn’t so bad. Just when the exercise and the fresh air were blowing away the cobwebs from my mind, I felt a tingling sensation at the base of my neck. Why couldn’t I go one freaking day without something spoiling my fucking peace of mind?

This tingle felt like the “someone is watching me” type, not the “something is watching me” type. How did I know? Experience. I slowed down and started walking towards the house. I scanned the bushes and other places that could serve for cover, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Was I being paranoid? Who, me?

The front door was closed and locked as I had left it, but as I opened up and stepped through the threshold, I felt a sting at the side of my neck, as if a bug had bitten me. I stumbled against the door, dropping my keys to the ground. Strong hands reached for me as I fell forward. For some reason, I couldn’t get my limbs to work. What was wrong with me?

“Anita, my love. We are going hunting together at last,” whispered a German-accented voice in my ear. Just as darkness engulfed my vision, a small corner of my mind realized that Olaf had me in his arms. Well, fuck.


	Anita Blake Parody by Bungluna Chapter 4 \| Next Chapter I woke up from a restless sleep a little before dawn. After our encounter Damian had put me down on the bed and, without saying one word, had walked out of my bedroom. I was still in shock: one of my men who wasn’t panting to get in my pants, who would have thought it? My wonderful night had not turned out as I had expected. For one, I missed all my warm-bodied bedmates. I had gotten accustomed to their place besides me in my big king-sized bed. Being there by myself, even with Sigmund, had felt lonely. I gave up trying to sleep a little before dawn and decided to go for a run. I put on my black sports bra, a black T-shirt, black jogging shorts, black socks and my black Nikes. I added my wrist sheaths, my inner pant holster with my Firestar 9mm tucked in it. I was ready to go. As I walked towards the front door, I heard Damian moving in the basement, getting ready for ‘bed’. I yelled a goodnight, but didn’t pause to see if he was over his pout. I’m moody enough; I don’t have time to put up with other people’s snits. The air was warm but fresh, as if the night had washed away that stifling heat. As I jogged through the country lanes surrounding my house, I thought that maybe living in the middle of nowhere wasn’t so bad. Just when the exercise and the fresh air were blowing away the cobwebs from my mind, I felt a tingling sensation at the base of my neck. Why couldn’t I go one freaking day without something spoiling my fucking peace of mind? This tingle felt like the “someone is watching me” type, not the “something is watching me” type. How did I know? Experience. I slowed down and started walking towards the house. I scanned the bushes and other places that could serve for cover, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Was I being paranoid? Who, me? The front door was closed and locked as I had left it, but as I opened up and stepped through the threshold, I felt a sting at the side of my neck, as if a bug had bitten me. I stumbled against the door, dropping my keys to the ground. Strong hands reached for me as I fell forward. For some reason, I couldn’t get my limbs to work. What was wrong with me? “Anita, my love. We are going hunting together at last,” whispered a German-accented voice in my ear. Just as darkness engulfed my vision, a small corner of my mind realized that Olaf had me in his arms. Well, fuck.