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Le Maître de la Mort	By : AlicetheMadHatter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from this fanfiction. Harry Potter and Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter are owned by J.K. Rowling and Laurell K. Hamilton.

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Chapter 3

A noise coming from the hallway they hadn’t entered yet had all of them turning their heads toward it. In the doorway stood a tall, slender, dark skinned man who wore nothing but a pair of black satin pants with silver embroidery along the legs. Harry narrowed his eyes at the sight of this new unknown mad dragging a woman behind him by the arm. The woman’s makeup had run in black tears down her face and lipstick smeared across her lower face like a wound.
The Traveler said, "Why have you brought her here, Fernando?"
"My father is as much council as you are, Traveler."
"I do not dispute that."
"Yet you forbid him to come to this first meeting."
"If he is council, then let him bend me to his will." The Traveler's voice was mocking. "We are all council, but we are not all equal."
Dissention in the ranks of the council was something Harry might have been able to use; he’d just have to keep it in mind and watch to see if it was possible.
Fernando smiled. He grabbed Hannah's beaded blue dress and tore it down her back. She screamed.
The Traveler swayed, putting a hand to his face.
"I'm going to fuck her," Fernando said.
As soon as he said that Harry raised his hand and froze him in place with a silent spell. No one noticed that Fernando was frozen and unable to carry out with his threat. Balthasar strode toward him while two leopards, larger than any Harry had ever seen, placed themselves between Fernando and Balthasar. They growled at Balthasar low and deep; menacingly.
Fernando though fought against Harry’s spell and his power rolled through the room. It felt different from the Traveller and Jean-Claude’s power, so Harry deduced he was not a vampire or any other type of undead. The power held only a taste of the soothing coolness of Death; instead it was all heat like water boiling over in a hot pan.
Anita had pulled her gun from one of the coat pockets and Willie collapsed to his knees on the floor.
Harry kept his eyes on Fernando when he heard Willie speak. “Angel-fangs.” He wanted to snicker at the unusual pet name but kept himself in check. The Traveller must have left his body, Harry presumed since Willie’s voice and inflection was a bit different than before.
From the corner of his eye he caught the sight of Willie trying and failing to stand on his own and Jean-Claude grabbing him and lifting him to stand.
Jean-Claude supported Willie while he gained his strength back. "Fernando," he said, "you've done what you set out to do. The Traveler is forced out, and it will take him a little time to find a second host. You can let Hannah go."
“He can’t.” Harry spoke for the first time since confronting the Traveller. “Let her go that is.” It was at this point they all finally noticed that Fernando hadn’t moved since tearing the woman’s, Hannah as he now knew, dress. “I’ve frozen him in place, though for how long is anyone’s guess. He’s fighting the spell with everything he’s got.”
Willie, who was now standing on his own, pushed away from Jean-Claude and took a step toward Fernando and Hannah. Despite the tears leaking down her face, Hannah hadn’t moved or made a sound until the large black leopard dropped to its belly and inched Willie’s direction.
Anita raised her gun and sighted it on Fernando. "If we're going to take them out, we have to do it now," She stated.
"Not yet, ma petite. Fernando's father, Padma, will not waste precious time tormenting the little ones. The Traveler will return too soon for that."
"I don't give a fuck who his daddy is. I doubt once he is free he will let Hannah go. If anything he’d order his furry buddies to attack us while he continued with his previous plans. I say we kill him now, then he wouldn’t be able to order his furry friend to do anything and make his daddy an unhappy vampire. “
"You don't want me unhappy." The voice caused her eyes to flick to the hallway beyond, but the gun didn't move.
The vampire in the doorway was Indian, as in from India. He was even wearing one of those long combo coat-tunic things. It was gold and white and shimmered, it reminded Harry of the Patil twins.
Jean-Claude adjusted his position but stayed close to Anita, "Padma, Master of Beasts, greetings and welcome to my home."
"Jean-Claude, Master of the City, greetings. Your hospitality has been beyond my wildest expectations." He laughed then, but it was just a laugh. Theatrical and annoying, even sinister, Harry was not impressed.
"Make him let Hannah go," Anita demanded.
"You must be Jean-Claude's human servant, Anita Blake."
"Yeah, nice to meet you. Now if Harry releases him, make your son to let go of our vampire, or I'm going to put a really big hole in him."
"You wouldn't dare harm my son." Padma stated as he eyed Harry curiously and in the end dismissed him. It was what he wanted but Harry wondered if his shield was doing more than just keep outside magic at bay and if it might also be keeping the others from sense his own, unless he was touching them as proven by the Traveller earlier.
Anita laugh, short, abrupt, and not very funny. "You are so very wrong.”
"If you kill my son, I will kill you. I will kill you all." Harry almost wanted to applaud his masterful performance as a clichéd villain.
"Fine, let me test my understanding. If he doesn't let her go, what's he going to do with her?"
"He wants her because the Traveler has forbidden it, and I have given her to him as a gift."
"No," Willie said. He took a step forward but Jean-Claude stopped him.
"No, Willie, this is not your fight." And Jean-Claude was right, for all the power that Willie held, which was much more than a human, it was not enough to combat any in this room.
Hannah pleaded, "Master, help me."
"He can't help you, child," Padma said. "He can't help any of you."
Anita adjusted her aim discreetly and the only ones who had noticed we Jean-Claude who was close to her and Harry who was watching everyone slightest movement. The shot echoed in the big room. The bullet bit into the stone wall. Everyone froze.
"The next bullet goes in Fernando's skull."
"You wouldn't dare," Padma said.
"You keep saying that. Let's get something straight, Beast Master. Fernando is not raping Hannah. No way. I'll kill him first."
"Then I will kill you," Padma said.
"Fine, but that won't bring back your son, now will it?" She let the breath out of her body and the stillness became evident to all around her. "Decide, Beast Master, decide."
"I am the Master of Beasts," he said.
"I don't care if you're Santa Claus. He lets her go or he dies."
"Jean-Claude, control your servant."
"If you can control her, Padma, be my guest. But take great care. Anita never bluffs. She will kill your son."
"Decide," She said softly, "—decide—decide—decide—decide." And Harry could hear the eagerness in her voice. It surprised him because she obviously really wanted to kill Fernando and from what he learned and observed so far was that she was a very moral person. Her actions contradicted he thoughts.
"Let her go, Fernando," Padma said.
Harry waved his hand and released him with a nod from Jean-Claude.
Father," the man sounded shocked.
"She will pull the trigger, Fernando. She wants to pull it. Don't you, Anita?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Silver bullets, I assume," Padma said.
"Never leave home without them," She said.
"Let her go, Fernando. Even I cannot save you from a silver bullet."
"No, she's mine. You promised." He whined like a three year old having his toys taken away.
"I'd listen to your dad, Fernando."
"Do you disobey me, my son?" There was a tone in Padma's voice that sent a rush of warm air through the room. The beginnings of anger. A backwash of power was flung over them.
Fernando cringed, clutching Hannah to him like a doll, hiding his face in her yellow hair. "No, Father, I would never disobey you." Harry waited for him to release her, if Fernando didn’t and tried to pull something else he’d summon Hannah to him.
"Then do as I say."
Fernando flung Hannah backwards. She scrambled to Willie. He took her in his arms, touching the blood on her face, blotting at it with the silken handkerchief.
Anita lowered the gun.
Fernando pointed a dark hand at her. "Maybe I'll ask for you to be my pet."
"Tough talk, rat-boy. Let's see if you're man enough to back it up."
Harry side eyed her and wondered what she was trying to accomplish by baiting him.
The black leopard started creeping toward Anita. Harry waited for it to get just a little closer before either stunning it or freezing it in place like he had done to Fernando. It was belly to the ground, muscles tensed and rippling. The gun she still held just shifted to it. "Don't try it."
"Elizabeth," Padma said.
Anita startled like she knew the name, it was then that Harry realized that these leopards were not ordinary animals. They were either Shapeshifters or Weres and Anita probably knew the person behind the animal. Anita’s previous comment to Fernando also now made sense, it was not childish name calling, she somehow knew that he was a Were-rat or could Shapeshift into a rat.
She snarled at him, at her, at everyone. Her fangs were ivory-white, and at less than ten feet, impressive as hell.
The leopard took another belly crawl forward. "Elizabeth." That one word flung outward burned along his skin and had he not been shielded like he was he had a suspicion it may have hurt. The leopard came up short like she'd hit the end of her leash. She rolled on the floor, struggling, slashing the air.
"She hates you, Anita," Padma said. His voice was normal now, conversational, but whatever he was doing to the leopard was still happening. That cleared up any questions of weather Anita knew her or not.
"Stop it," She said.
"She would kill you if I let her. You killed the one she loved, their leader. She would have her revenge." More partial information for Harry to make note of. He’d have to keep an eye on this particular leopard for now.
"You've made your point. Let her go."
"Mercy for one who hates you so?" He glided into the room, slippered feet barely touching the floor.
The leopard lay on its side, panting heavily. It watched Anita with pale green eyes, and it was not a friendly look.
"When I called them," Padma said. "She tried to bargain with me. They have no alpha and yet she tried to bargain. Elizabeth would bring the leopards without a struggle to do with as I like, if I would let her kill you. Help her kill you."
The pieces were slowly coming together for Harry. Anita had killed this creature’s alpha that she loved and now Elizabeth hated Anita, would like nothing more than to see her dead in any way possible. Harry would have like the whole story but for now it didn’t matter, as per the vow he made Jean-Claude, Anita and everyone under them was under his protection and that meant he definitely need to keep an eye on Elizabeth. He had a feeling that as soon as Anita turned her back Elizabeth would dig those long sharp claws in it.
The Beast Master motioned behind him, and a small, slender woman stepped up beside him, like she'd been waiting in the hallway for his call. She was nude except for a necklace that must have weighed five pounds and burned with diamonds. Bruises decorated her face, running in purple stains down her body. She was one of the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen, even with the bruises, not counting the Veela. She was perfectly proportioned from forehead to slender feet. Her eyes were brown and flicked from the leopard on the floor to Jean-Claude to the rat-man. Back and forth, back and forth, until finally she settled on Anita.
Her eyes were pleading for help.
"When Elizabeth came, she brought the others with her. I chose Vivian as my present to myself." Padma stroked her hair absently, the way you'd pet a dog. "I will give her a gift for every harm I do her. She will be rich, if she survives."
The air around her trembled with power. This Vivian was like Elizabeth and probably a part of the same pack. How many people had Elizabeth delivered over to the bad guys?
"What is this, a father-son rape outing?" She asked, baiting them.
Padma frowned. "I grow tired of you, Anita Blake."
"It's mutual," She said.
"We forced the Traveler out of his host body, but his power still shields you. He was to keep you from sensing your vampires' distress. Now he seems to be protecting you from the full rush of my powers. A pity. You would tremble at the feel of them."
"You son of a bitch," She bit out venomously.
"Are you trying to make me angry?" Padma said.
Jean-Claude touched her on the shoulder. "Anita, please."
Something in the air shifted and Harry could feel whatever was holding Padma’s power at bay just stopped and it crashed over the room like a tsunami. Anita fell to her knees and while Jean-Claude stayed standing, he visibly swayed in place.
Padma laughed. "He cannot re-enter another host and maintain his shield."
"He will need his powers in the hallway. I chose to lift the shield. Enough games, Padma. Let him see what lies beyond." A disembodied voice echoed through the room.
"What's happening?" She asked.
"They are council," Jean-Claude said. "They have taken off, how would you say, the gloves?"
"Shit," Anita said and Harry silently echoed the sentiment.
Padma laughed and stared at Anita, Harry had a split second of foresight knowing exactly what was about to happen and threw his hand out and put up the strongest shield he could without tapping into his powers of Death.
Harry could feel what happened as soon as it did. Padma’s power bulldozed into Harry’s shield but ultimately crashed against it and flowed around and over. When nothing happened Jean-Claude raised his eyes, a brow raised in question. Harry jerked his head in a slight nod and got grateful eyes back from the vampire.
Padma caught the exchange and roared his fury, “What have you done boy?”
Harry hid a grimace, no reason to show the enemy that he hated being referred to as ‘boy’.
“I have shielded her. As I told the Traveller earlier, they are mine to protect and defend.” Harry told him impassively.
The Traveller made himself known at that point and interrupted whatever Padma would have said. Harry waited a few seconds more to make sure Padma was done with his display before dropping the shield.
Hannah turned to them, her battered face set in calm lines. "My apologies, Jean-Claude. My compatriot has let your servant's defiance best his judgment."
Willie stepped away from Hannah, shaking his head. "Damn you, damn you."
Hannah's grey eyes turned to him, angry. "Do not tempt me, little one. You cannot trade insults with me and survive."
"Willie," Jean-Claude said. There was no power to the word, just a warning. It was enough. Willie stepped back.
Jean-Claude looked at the Traveler in his new body. "If he had killed Anita, I might have died with her. Is that why you have truly come? To kill us?"
Harry was curious as to what type of bond the two had if one would die if the other did.
"I swear it is not." Where he'd made Willie glide, Hannah was awkward on her stiletto heels. He didn't fall, but he didn't glide either.
"Enough of this," Padma said. He sounded angry. "The night wanes. Now that you are at full strength, Jean-Claude, search for your people. See who does not answer your call."
"I will leave you now, Jean-Claude. I will await you beyond." Hannah suddenly sagged. Willie caught her and lowered her gently to the floor.
"Search, Jean-Claude, search for your people," Padma said. Jean-Claude bent down and drew Anita up with him. His pupils swam through the shining blue of his eyes. His eyes settled into their normal color. He stared past everyone in the room, into nothing.
He blinked and looked at Padma. "Damian."
"What have you done to Damian?" Jean-Claude asked.
"I, nothing, but is he dead?" Padma smiled and took Vivian's hand. "That is a question only his master may answer."
Harry wanted badly to get Vivian away from him but for now all he was able to do was follow Jean-Claude’s lead and only interfere to protect someone and since Padma had yet to do anything in his sight since he made the vow, there was nothing he could do.
He walked down the hallway, leading Vivian by the hand. Vivian looked back at them, watching me with wide, frightened eyes until they were lost to sight. The black leopard lingered, watching Anita closely.
"How could you have given them over to that thing?" Anita asked in disappointment.
Elizabeth snarled at Anita, tail twitching. Harry now knew that even if they looked like an animal, they had human minds and could understand what was said around them.
"You are weak, Elizabeth. Gabriel knew that and despised you for it."
She let out a coughing roar. Padma's voice cut across the sound like a knife blade. "Elizabeth, come to me now or I shall be very angry."
The leopard gave one last snarl and padded out of sight.
"Did Gabriel tell you she was weak, Ma Petite?"
She shook her head. "She wouldn't have brought them here if she were stronger. He called and she came, but she should have come alone."
"Perhaps she did her best, Ma Petite."
"Then her best isn't good enough." She stated and looked up at Jean-Claude’s impassive face.
"You think Damian's dead," She said.
"I know he is dead." He stared down at Anita. "Whether it is permanent, that is the question."
"Dead is dead," She said as though it should have been obvious. Harry raised an eyebrow at how she could say that when she was tied to a vampire and was a necromancer.
He laughed then and hugged Anita to him. "Oh, ma petite, you above all should know that is not true."
"I thought you said they couldn't kill us tonight," She said.
"So I thought," he said.
Willie approached the three of them, leading Hannah by the hand. "Thank you, Master, Anita." He turned to Harry. “I am guessing you are the one they were calling Harry, thank you to you as well.”
He looked at Jean-Claude. "I tried to stop them. We all did."
Jean-Claude smoothed his hands down the front of the shirt and touched Willie's shoulder. "You fought the council, Willie. Win or lose, you did well."
"Thanks, master."
"Come, we must attend Damian." He offered Anita his wrist, and when she didn't know quite what he wanted, Harry became curious as to what was going on. He laid her fingertips over the pulse. "You touch me as if you were taking my pulse." He told her.
"Is there some significance to this?"
"It shows that you are more than my servant or my bed partner. It shows I consider you an equal."
"What will the council think about that?" She asked.
"It will force them to negotiate not only with me, but with you. It will complicate things for them and give us more options."
"Confusion to our enemies, eh?"
Harry was confused now, why would she not know these customs being tied to a vampire as close as she was.
He nodded, making it almost a bow. "Indeed, Ma Petite, indeed."
They walked side by side down the hallway with Harry following one again at a sedate pace.
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