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Of Lions and Lambs	By : Whimsy101 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19547 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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TITLE: Of Lions and Lambs

CHAPTER TITLE: Into the Brink

CHAPTER WARNING: Implications of abuse during a BDSM session. Implications of underage sex and rape.

AUTHOR: WhimsicalBalderdash

SUMMARY: The BWL’d disappears; years later, Micah turns to Anita to save his pard and he brings with him a dark haired traumatized submissive named Cassius, whom is called ‘Lamb’ by most of the pard. The W.W. attempts to interfere...

EVENTUAL MAIN PAIRING: Asher/’Cassius’

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Time Jump!! Forgive the very long absence from this story…life sucks. Terribly. Keep in mind, I have no beta. I don’t quite remember the beginning of NiC, so I’ve taken liberty to change a little bit in order to make the story flow how it needs to. Also, see the AN at the bottom for a small explanation on Narcissus. Also, if you wish to be notified for updates to this and any other stories, please leave your e-mail in a review and I will add you to my update list.

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She stared down at the offering before her, eyeing the prize so to speak. The deal was sound. Her greatest wish, a fruitful mating with the chance of offspring, was right at her fingertips. All she had to do was what she did on a daily basis…with a little set of creative blinders. To ensure that he held up his end of the bargain, she had demanded that he give her something he treasured.

And he gave her a boy. A sweet faced, glazed eyed boy that stared at her with wonder on his face. As if he had never seen a hermaphrodite in his life, let alone one that looked as she did. Oh, he’d told her what the boy was to his minions. Gave her the medicines that kept his gift under control and helped him through the days; even gave her a list of numbers to call should there be any problems with the boy at all.

Crossing her legs, she sat staring at him with consideration in her eyes. Before she could bring herself to say what was on her mind, the boy interrupted her.

“He’ll kill you, you know.”

Her eyes snapped up from where they had wandered down the naked, soft chest to suddenly frighteningly sharpened green eyes.

“You have a smart mouth for someone who is cannon fodder to his cause now.” She replied evenly, her dark nails tapping against her lips as she spoke.

“I see. I know. But if you do this, you lose everything. Everyone. Even the future ones.” The boy said, not shifting, not in the seemingly bit uncomfortable on his hands and knees in front of her – a good submissive in every sense of the word except his mouth.

“I find your lack of faith in your Master distasteful.” She sneered back at him, reaching forward to grip his chin in her clawlike fingers and drag him over so that he partially leaned against her knees and legs, staring down into his infuriatingly calm face with mounting frustration. “You forget you are in my house now-“

“Which is why I warn you, Mistress. You follow his ways, you lose it all. I know what he has promised you. It will not come to pass. A fool, he will make of you, and a slaughter house he will make of your home.” The boy stared at her, his eyes seeming deeper and darker than they were a moment ago.

His words, the way he said them, made her shiver just enough to know that there was a great deal of power behind them.

“So. You betray the past…for what?”

A slow but brilliant smile grew on full lips and the boy stared at her with a look of breathtaking awe and rapture.

“Hope.”

~<@>~

Three Months Later

They were welcomed at the door. Anita found that horribly telling that they were expected. But expected for what? An eerie feeling crept up her spine and she glared as she had to pass her weapons over to an amused looking bouncer. Glancing at Jean-Claude beside her, she caught the look passed between him and Asher as they patiently waited. It bothered her than even they were caught off guard.

Scowling, she followed the were-hyena as he led them to the back rooms, where a dark haired man in a dress waited for them. There was little doubt at what she was looking at, but somehow the man pulled it off and looked convincingly female, despite the obvious Adam’s apple. Dark eyes stared at them from under mascara laden lashes and a smile was on full lips.

“Welcome to my club, Executioner and friends.” He mocked as he drank clear bubbling liquid from a glass flute. “I assume you are here to gather your lost flock.”

“Yes.” Anita stared and then stopped, stunted on what she should say.

This was all so surreal. They were supposed to meet Richard here, and even through their bond, it seemed muted. She’d felt that this was supposed to be enemy territory, and instead they seemed to be welcomed. It was just all so weird and wrong. It made her feel jumpy.

“I am afraid that is where we have a slight problem.”

“What do you mean, problem? You just point the way and we’ll go get them.” Anita snapped, scowling when she felt Jean-Claude’s hand on her arm to stop her.

“I can tell you where they are, however, I cannot help you retrieve them. They have fallen…into a bit of a bind in their choice of partners.” Narcissus pushed a lock of dark hair away from his forehead and he sighed. “Their … choice of partners made the agreement and I cannot fall back on it. They have to leave the rooms themselves, but you may go in to encourage. I only ask a boon.”

Anita scowled at the hermaphrodite, glowering harder as the hyena lifted dark eyes to stare – not at her, but at Jean-Claude. As if they were close, personal friends. When Jean-Claude spoke, Anita’s jaw almost fell to the floor.

“What has happened, Narcissus, which humbles you so?” He asked a flash of fear ghosting across his face. “Once upon a time, demands were made, not requests.”

“I am just as foolish as the next in line for their dreams. Let’s just say that I need to be on the winning side of this new frontier.” Narcissus said with a slight curl of his lips.

“New frontier? This isn’t some stupid territory dispute; this is about saving lives of innocent people.” Anita snapped, stepping forward only to be held back by Jean-Claude’s hand on her arm.

There was a stagnant pause before a side door opened and a hyena bouncer came in. Leaning slightly to whisper in his master’s ear, Anita caught words like ‘couldn’t stop’ and ‘medications’ as she watched Narcissus’ face pale slightly.

“Time is running out, Master of the City. Do we have an accord?” Narcissus asked with a slash of his hand, dismissing the hyena.

“An open ended boon with one of the most ruthless were’s in the city? I think not.” Asher said with a sneer.

“Negotiation’s take time you do not have.” Narcissus replied with a snap in his voice. “I only ask for you to come when I call for aid. Once for each of the rescued pets.”

Again silence reigned supreme in the room as the vampires and werecreatures digested this request. For aid? Since when did Narcissus require aid of any kind??

“For one year.” Jean-Claude said firmly. “I’ve no wish to be on your waiting list for eternity.”

“Done. For one year.” Narcissus said with a regal nod and somehow with that agreement the feeling in the room grew lighter, as if some oppressing weight had shifted somewhere else.

“Go. Now. Third floor down and the seventh door on your left.” Narcissus said, getting to his feet.

Everyone else turned for the doors, Anita’s leopards practically flying through them to get to the room as fast as possible.

“And Jean-Claude.” Narcissus said before he passed through the doorway into the hallway. When the vampire turned to look at the hyena, Narcissus’ lips were curved into a sly, secretive smile. “You’re quite welcome. Don’t let them hurt my pet too much.”

Before Jean-Claude could ask what the hyena was talking of, Narcissus was gone through his own doorway and into the darkness of his hollow. Shaking his head slowly in confusion, he turned to his Necromancer and frowned at the look on her face.

“What is it ma petite?” He asked, searching through the bonds he had with her in order to dissect the expression.

“I don’t know. I’m…unsettled.” Anita replied, before turning to go down the hallway.

“Let us retrieve our kitten, ma petite.” Jean-Claude said, motioning with his hand for her to precede him. “We shall unravel the mystery of Narcissus and her machinations later.”

“You called him…er…her.” Anita said, frowning slightly as she went over her internal dialogue.

She just realized that even if the hyena couldn’t have heard her thoughts, being called a ‘he’ probably would have offended ‘her’.

“Yes. Narcissus prefers to be identified as a woman. She is a striking woman, with many talents.” Jean-Claude said, before turning down the hall and dismissing himself from the conversation.

It took barely a moment to find the room Narcissus spoke of and the sight was…highly disturbing. Auburn hair shone dimly in the light, dull with sweat and things she didn’t want to know of. The creamy expanse of flesh she knew to be Nathaniel’s chest was bleeding from shallow cuts and hand shaped marks were already beginning to bruise around his forearms and waist. Lavender eyes rose up and met her dark ones; surprise, regret and finally a silent plea for forgiveness shining in their depths. Next to him stood Gregory, shackled and panting in exertion…she thought.

Alongside of him, chained to the wall as he was, were four other women in similar states. Five men – if they could be called that – stood in the room, each with a weapon that could be construed as a titillating torture device in someone’s eyes – not hers, as pain was never her thing. But they were…odd. When one – the leader, she assumed – turned to her, she saw why.

Yellowed eyes with split pupils stared at her out of a reptilian face. When he opened his mouth to speak, fangs peeked out from his lips.

“Who are you to interrupt?” He asked. “We’ve paid for another hour.”

One of the women whimpered softly before harshly shushed by another reptileman.

“I’m here to pick up my people.” Anita said, before anyone else could say anything.

Distantly, she could hear Jean-Claude groan.

“No one called you. Now go. I’m not paying for more time with our pets.” Said Boss-Snake.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Anita said, stepping further into the room and watching Gregory lift his eyes to stare at her as well – Nathaniel’s eyes had never left her face. “They’re coming with me, and so is anyone else that wants to leave.”

“Anita…we bargained only for our pets.” Jean-Claude murmured under his breath to her.

“I don’t care. It’s obvious that they don’t want to be here anymore.” Anita’s sense of morality was kicking in, and she refused to leave this place without anyone who wanted to leave.

Jean-Claude let out an audible sigh and moved forward to back her up – which made Anita relieved as much as guilty. She knew she was now signing them up for six favors for Narcissus in one year. However, leaving the women – swanmanes she was sure now that she looked at them – here with the literal snakes struck a discordant note in her soul.

Boss-snake hissed and all of the snakes rallied behind him. Just as tensions started to rise to a fever pitch and a fight was about to break out, a soft voice came from behind Anita’s group.

“Pardon me.”

Everyone turned to face the newcomer. A young woman stood there, her hands delicately folded in front of her black, short ruffled skirt. Anita could see an emerald green bustle and petticoat as well. Pale skin was accented by the black ruffled, long sleeved shirt, that had three ribbon’s cross crossing in front of it, rather than buttons. Mid-back length, curly black hair was in a loose braid, accented with green ribbon as well. On her feet were black platform Mary Janes and black knee high stockings.

Lifting her face as she came into the room, blank, dulled green eyes didn’t move as she stared at Anita. Mascara lined long lashes, and a full mouth was painted in a soft gloss rather than color. An emerald satin choker sat on her throat, but she wore no other jewelry.

The way she moved was obviously, distinctly lycanthropic. Despite the demure clothing and youthful attire, this was a shapeshifter. Rage filled her as she realized that the girl couldn’t have been more than 14 or 15, and with the way she moved it was obvious that she’d been a shapeshifter for years.

“Leave, Poppet.” Snake-Boss snapped out as he caught sight of the interloper.

“My Mistress makes that decision. Not you, Lord Coronus.” A delicate, full lip lifted, and Anita saw the sharpened fangs and eyeteeth.

“He’ll make you sorry, Poppet.”

“He told me to do as my Mistress says.” The way the girl said Mistress, set Anita’s teeth on edge. “And my Mistress said that you must accommodate her allies.”

It was in awed tones, with a glow on her face. It was obvious that the girl adored whoever her Mistress was. The way she said ‘my’ spoke of her possession, as if she were the only one allowed to address her as so.

As she spoke, ‘Poppet’ was walking further into the room, eerily graceful and lovely. Every eye was on her, but her eyes were on Boss-Snake – Coronus.

“We paid-“

“You did. And you will be repaid.” Poppet said with a soft smile on her face.

“We have orders-“ Started another snake-man.

“If you wish to make my Mistress angry, than be my guest. What are your terms?” The girl suddenly stopped being so pleasant and stared at the snakes with dead eyes, her hands loose at her sides.

“You.”

Everyone stiffened at this, with the exception of the girl.

“Time?” The girl said, not even glancing at Anita and the others, even as they began to argue with her.

“An hour.”

“Hardly. A half hour.” Poppet said. “I’ve other duties my Mistress needs me to attend to.”

“Listen, Poppet, you don’t know what you’re asking-“ Anita started, and then the girl turned to face her.

Brilliant green eyes stared at her, but the deep, dark knowledge that swam in them made Anita take a step back, and Jean-Claude step forward. Poppet’s gaze looked at the collective preternatural’s in turn and settled on someone behind Anita.

“I know exactly what I am doing, Miss Anita Blake. I am saving you from what you do not understand. Take your people and go. Consider this the first of six. Please tell my Mistress that I will be late for our meeting.”

As she said this, Coronus reached forward and grabbed Poppet by her braid, pulling her roughly towards him. She didn’t flinch; she didn’t show any outward sign of responding to the rough treatment. Instead, her gaze stayed on whoever was behind Anita, as the others in their little troupe released Nathaniel, Gregory and the swanmanes. Anita didn’t turn her back on the snakes, as much as she wanted to turn and see.

“You are certain?” Jean-Claude asked as the others began to clear out.

Poppet’s eyes flickered to Jean-Claude’s, and they shared a moment of silent communication before Jean-Claude nodded.

“We will be waiting, Miss Poppet.” Jean-Claude said with a small amount of respect in his voice.

As Anita backed out of the room, she grimaced as she saw the snakes converge on the green eyed girl, and Coronus kept his eyes on Anita as he licked a slick line up the pale column of Poppet’s throat with a decidedly wicked look on his face.

~<@>~

(AN)

I know this is going to come up, so let me straighten this out now. Why did Narcissus refer to herself as ‘her’ as she’s an effeminate hermaphrodite? Because of the effeminate hermaphrodites that I know (I know four, and two are more effeminate) prefer it that way – they identify with their female sexes rather than their male. It’s simply how I felt Narcissus would prefer to be referred to as.

Some people use non-standard genderless pronouns, such as: zhe (for ‘he or she’), zher (‘his or hers’) and zhim (for ‘him or her’). I chose not to use those because, like I said, I feel that Narcissus identifies herself as a woman.

So why did Anita identify Narcissus as a male? Because I highly doubt that Anita’s been around that many hermaphrodites in order to even attempt to figure out how they would prefer to be identified as. It’s ignorance, yes, but a common one sadly.
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