Buy Groceries Kill Anita BlakeChapter one: Artemis the hunter.Buy Groceries Kill Anita Blake3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I own nothing...but the hunter.
I awoke to my blue Nokia singing. It was a special tune, the lovely tune of the death march. The only way it rang out of my phone was if one of two people called me. One would ask me to kill, and the other's name was Death. Not really his name but it suited him. I knew it was my employer, for Death didn't know my number. We had been out of contact for ages but I was always hoping he would call me one of these days.
My employer, Reggie, was a funny techy nerd. I answered it on the third ring, dislocating myself from the rest of my comforters and sheets, sitting on the edge of
Edward's WarningChapter two: Edward's warningEdward's Warning3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I own nothing But Artemis and her manager
Anita Blake was awakened by the phone ringing. She lay in between Micah and Nathaniel as she did almost every night. The boys heard the phone too.
"Let the machine pick it up, Anita." Nathaniel mumbled in front of her as she started to move.
"It's 4 in the morning," Micah told them both, seeing as he was the one who reached over and found the alarm clock. "Who would be calling now?"
Anita had just had a very tiring night. She had met with her clients earlier in the day and then raised three zombies, two of which were over a hundred years old, all within T
AB: Under the Influence 1Under the Influence: Scenario OneAB: Under the Influence 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Babysitting. Yet again. Only one of the many evils of children.
What a bitch.
Edward was sitting on the couch with Becca because Donna had to go to yet another psychic convention because her advisor said it was "written in the stars" that she go. It was the only way in hell he would be caught dead watching animated movies.
Thumbelina of all things. Some weird animated version with lots of singing, dancing, and talking animals. Except for the dog.
"If I had a girl no bigger than my thumb, I'd squash her," he muttered disgustedly as he rolled the paper in his hand.
Becca glanced up. "What'd you say, Ted?"