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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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6,045
Reviews:
6
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Phone-a-thon
Phone-a-thon
The Eyes: They See
Chapter Three: Phone-a-thon
One of the first things, that Anita knew, she needed to do was to find some way of discovering who the victim was. The problem was that lycanthropes rarely filed missing person reports for fear that their lycanthropy could be discovered and their jobs could be endangered. Pulling out her cell Anita called speed dial #4 Micah. The phone rang twice before she heard his voice on the other line.
“Anita.”
“How is New York?” She asked, “Anything interesting at the convention?”
“It’s great; I was just going to have some lunch. New York is huge, you would not believe how many people are running around. I met with Vincent Zelenski the Master of New York. He really runs a tight ship over here. He runs his town like the Russian army with regiments in different parts of the city. With so many lycanthropes here the vampire heads of the Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens and Tribeca, are all attending the convention and keeping the peace. I also had a chance to speak to Ethan Montgomery the Nimir-raj of the New York Pard. He wished that you as my Nimir-ra would have come as well. I think we are making real progress with lycanthrope rights especially in regards to secure employment. However, I think it will still be a while before any of the ideas are implemented. People are still too afraid. People are more afraid of lycanthropes than vampires.” Micah was telling her excitedly.
“I’m glad that things are going so well for you. We miss you over hear. Jason, Stephen and Nathaniel went out today to start on their Halloween costumes.” Anita’s voice then changed to a very serious tone. “However, that is not why I am calling. I need to know who I can call to find out if any lycanthropes are missing. We have a body and from the nature of the crime I think several more will be found. There are probably several missing now of if not now than soon.”
“Damn. Do you know what species or is it several.” Micah asked
“I don’t know yet, but it is definably not a large cat or wolf. I also don’t know if the killings are going to be species oriented or general lycanthrope.”
“OK, Call Margret Wassermann her number is in the address book in the kitchen. She can also put you in contact with all the individual pack leaders for the state.”
“Thanks. Hopefully I am wrong about the situation and it is only the one murder; I have a bad gut feeling though that this is only beginning.”
**
The sun was setting by the time Anita Mrs. Wassermann finally called back.
“Evening Ms. Blake. I do apologize for taking so long with the information. However, without a physical description many of my contacts do not wish to have the information sent out to the police. However, with your reputation I have convinced many to agree to cooperate and give out their personal information as long as you give me your word that the list or any information does not get out to the police. They are trusting that you will protect them.” Wassermann’s thick southern accent was right out of Gone with the Wind.
“Yes, thank you. I understand the need for secrecy and will only disclose the information once I personally can identify the person. However, while I can’t disclose any information on case, I can tell you that any ID I can make will only be a possible identification so I might have to disclose a few names of the most likely person. I will try to keep the number to a minimum and have strict guidelines and criteria for the identification.” Anita explained. There was just no way to make a fully positive physical match with the skin missing. However, with luck the physical attributes and a blood species match should hopefully narrow it down to one or two persons.
“Ms. Blake I have emailed you the files with the photos of missing lycanthropes whose leaders and families have consented to have the files sent to you. If however you find that no one in the files matches with the body then please call me back and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you for the information. I promise to do my best to protect their privacy.”
“I hope you catch the bad guys. I saw the news this afternoon, and I assume this is about what happened in the park. They say the body was mutilated.”
“You know I can’t discuss the case.”
“I know I just wanted to wish you luck. Micah is a good friend of mine. I know a lot of these people personally and I want them home safely.”
“Thanks, I will do my best.” Anita heard a faint beep from her cell telling her she had another call. “I have to go, I have another call.” She told Wassermann.
“Have a good night.”
“Bye.”
Looking at the phone she recognized the number. “Anita Blake,” she answered.
“Anita I found the information you were looking for.” Janet Fitz’s voice called out through the phone. She was a new member of RPIT a trained witch and preternatural historian. While she was not very powerful her knowledge of spells and rituals was remarkable. Janet was relative useless in the field she was meek and quiet and preferred her books. Personally Anita disliked women like her, she preferred strong independent people not ones who scream at every noise and faint at the site of blood. However it was hard to hate Janet she was just too nice, one of those cookies and muffin woman who generally liked to help people.
“Did you tell Zerbrowski of Dolph yet?” Anita asked
“Not yet I thought I would tell you first.”
“Alright hit me. What kind of spell or ritual am I looking at?” Anita asked.
“Well from what I gather, there is not much done with lycanthrope skin because the skin reverts back to human skin when removed. There are some very dark rituals though. There is evidence that in the past dark shape shifting witches used lycanthrope skin and tanned it into leather to bind their grimoires. The residual magic in the skin was said to make the witch more powerful as well as aid into shifting into those animals. Also using the leather to cover alters was also said to increase the witches power. The more species the more power full the alter and spells.”
“So we are look for a very powerful dark practitioner. And we can expect more bodies.”
“Anita that’s not all. This form of power raising went out of style in the dark ages because it was said that it would destroy the soul. And no one get power like that for nothing there is always a purpose. The witches in the past used the magic to raise demons strait from hell.”
“Shit. Look, call Dolph and tell him what you told me. I’ll call Zerbrowski. Tell Dolph that I’m heading to the station. If you are right we need to catch this witch fast. Demons are nearly impossible to kill. We need to stop this before it starts. Find out all you can about demon raising, see if you can’t get me a time frame. Magic like that usually needs some astrological mojo.” Anita quickly hung up the phone not waiting for a reply and called Zerbrowski to apprise him of the situation. There would be more bodies of that she was sure, and if they did not hurry a demon. Anita shuttered at the thought with a demon there would be hundreds of deaths if not more. They were ruthless, soulless forever hungry creatures that fed on human flesh and drank human souls.
TBC
Thank you for reading,
Reviews are much appreciated
The Eyes: They See
Chapter Three: Phone-a-thon
One of the first things, that Anita knew, she needed to do was to find some way of discovering who the victim was. The problem was that lycanthropes rarely filed missing person reports for fear that their lycanthropy could be discovered and their jobs could be endangered. Pulling out her cell Anita called speed dial #4 Micah. The phone rang twice before she heard his voice on the other line.
“Anita.”
“How is New York?” She asked, “Anything interesting at the convention?”
“It’s great; I was just going to have some lunch. New York is huge, you would not believe how many people are running around. I met with Vincent Zelenski the Master of New York. He really runs a tight ship over here. He runs his town like the Russian army with regiments in different parts of the city. With so many lycanthropes here the vampire heads of the Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens and Tribeca, are all attending the convention and keeping the peace. I also had a chance to speak to Ethan Montgomery the Nimir-raj of the New York Pard. He wished that you as my Nimir-ra would have come as well. I think we are making real progress with lycanthrope rights especially in regards to secure employment. However, I think it will still be a while before any of the ideas are implemented. People are still too afraid. People are more afraid of lycanthropes than vampires.” Micah was telling her excitedly.
“I’m glad that things are going so well for you. We miss you over hear. Jason, Stephen and Nathaniel went out today to start on their Halloween costumes.” Anita’s voice then changed to a very serious tone. “However, that is not why I am calling. I need to know who I can call to find out if any lycanthropes are missing. We have a body and from the nature of the crime I think several more will be found. There are probably several missing now of if not now than soon.”
“Damn. Do you know what species or is it several.” Micah asked
“I don’t know yet, but it is definably not a large cat or wolf. I also don’t know if the killings are going to be species oriented or general lycanthrope.”
“OK, Call Margret Wassermann her number is in the address book in the kitchen. She can also put you in contact with all the individual pack leaders for the state.”
“Thanks. Hopefully I am wrong about the situation and it is only the one murder; I have a bad gut feeling though that this is only beginning.”
**
The sun was setting by the time Anita Mrs. Wassermann finally called back.
“Evening Ms. Blake. I do apologize for taking so long with the information. However, without a physical description many of my contacts do not wish to have the information sent out to the police. However, with your reputation I have convinced many to agree to cooperate and give out their personal information as long as you give me your word that the list or any information does not get out to the police. They are trusting that you will protect them.” Wassermann’s thick southern accent was right out of Gone with the Wind.
“Yes, thank you. I understand the need for secrecy and will only disclose the information once I personally can identify the person. However, while I can’t disclose any information on case, I can tell you that any ID I can make will only be a possible identification so I might have to disclose a few names of the most likely person. I will try to keep the number to a minimum and have strict guidelines and criteria for the identification.” Anita explained. There was just no way to make a fully positive physical match with the skin missing. However, with luck the physical attributes and a blood species match should hopefully narrow it down to one or two persons.
“Ms. Blake I have emailed you the files with the photos of missing lycanthropes whose leaders and families have consented to have the files sent to you. If however you find that no one in the files matches with the body then please call me back and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you for the information. I promise to do my best to protect their privacy.”
“I hope you catch the bad guys. I saw the news this afternoon, and I assume this is about what happened in the park. They say the body was mutilated.”
“You know I can’t discuss the case.”
“I know I just wanted to wish you luck. Micah is a good friend of mine. I know a lot of these people personally and I want them home safely.”
“Thanks, I will do my best.” Anita heard a faint beep from her cell telling her she had another call. “I have to go, I have another call.” She told Wassermann.
“Have a good night.”
“Bye.”
Looking at the phone she recognized the number. “Anita Blake,” she answered.
“Anita I found the information you were looking for.” Janet Fitz’s voice called out through the phone. She was a new member of RPIT a trained witch and preternatural historian. While she was not very powerful her knowledge of spells and rituals was remarkable. Janet was relative useless in the field she was meek and quiet and preferred her books. Personally Anita disliked women like her, she preferred strong independent people not ones who scream at every noise and faint at the site of blood. However it was hard to hate Janet she was just too nice, one of those cookies and muffin woman who generally liked to help people.
“Did you tell Zerbrowski of Dolph yet?” Anita asked
“Not yet I thought I would tell you first.”
“Alright hit me. What kind of spell or ritual am I looking at?” Anita asked.
“Well from what I gather, there is not much done with lycanthrope skin because the skin reverts back to human skin when removed. There are some very dark rituals though. There is evidence that in the past dark shape shifting witches used lycanthrope skin and tanned it into leather to bind their grimoires. The residual magic in the skin was said to make the witch more powerful as well as aid into shifting into those animals. Also using the leather to cover alters was also said to increase the witches power. The more species the more power full the alter and spells.”
“So we are look for a very powerful dark practitioner. And we can expect more bodies.”
“Anita that’s not all. This form of power raising went out of style in the dark ages because it was said that it would destroy the soul. And no one get power like that for nothing there is always a purpose. The witches in the past used the magic to raise demons strait from hell.”
“Shit. Look, call Dolph and tell him what you told me. I’ll call Zerbrowski. Tell Dolph that I’m heading to the station. If you are right we need to catch this witch fast. Demons are nearly impossible to kill. We need to stop this before it starts. Find out all you can about demon raising, see if you can’t get me a time frame. Magic like that usually needs some astrological mojo.” Anita quickly hung up the phone not waiting for a reply and called Zerbrowski to apprise him of the situation. There would be more bodies of that she was sure, and if they did not hurry a demon. Anita shuttered at the thought with a demon there would be hundreds of deaths if not more. They were ruthless, soulless forever hungry creatures that fed on human flesh and drank human souls.
TBC
Thank you for reading,
Reviews are much appreciated