Sarah's Final Fan Fic

This is my Fanfiction based on Laurell K Hamiltons' series Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used and I am not making money off this story.
I do not give permission for my story to be used anywhere else.  

It's hard to believe it's my 200th birthday. I shouldn't keep track, I know that, but my men will find some way to throw a party for me and I really don't want one.

It shouldn't worry me, I mean it's just a party but I'm 200! Seriously, who keeps track for that long? Looking in the mirror I don't look any older than I did when I was 30; long coal black hair, almost chalk white skin and no, I'm not a vampire or shape-shifter, though many out there believe I am.

I'm half Mexican and half German. I'm also a necromancer. This doesn't stop me ageing – being the human servant of one of the most powerful Vampires in the world does. Mind you... who's master and who's servant is still up for debate even after all these years. Jean Claude and I have been together for almost that entire time.

He's not the only man in my life – not by far. If someone had told me when I was younger that I would have a bigger and better collection of men than anyone else in the world, I would have laughed at them. But there you go; you never know how life will change you.

"What's taking you so long? You're normally the quickest of all of us when it comes to getting ready."

I jumped at the voice of my boyfriend Nathaniel – he's right, I normally just run some water over my hair and I'm done, but I got distracted by the mirror, it still feels weird to look so young after so long.

"That's not true, Micah is pretty fast when it comes to showering" I grinned at him as I spoke, I can't help acting like a love struck teenager when I look at him – how did I get so lucky?

"Yeah, well, he's not here right now. I am and I need a shower so hurry up!"

If anyone else had spoken to me that way I would have jumped down their throat, but I knew he was right; we had an appointment and it was never a good idea to keep the clients waiting.

I took one last look in the mirror and walked towards the door. I squeezed alongside him and he smiles that smile he only ever uses for me. I stand on my toes and lean up to give him a quick kiss before I walk through the door.

"Don't take too long" I smirk at him as I look back over my shoulder

He just laughs and shut the door. I walk towards my cupboard and throw the doors wide open. My clothes have gotten so much nicer since I moved into The Circus, especially since Jean Claude has had the ladies take me shopping. Without them I tend to run towards the jeans and t-shirt look. Of course tonight I need to impress my clients, or so Micah tells me. I reach towards my burgundy dress shirt, and decide to couple it with my emerald green jacket and my little matching skirt. The skirt is just long enough that I will wear it, but only just. I don't normally wear short skirts but it really does make my legs look so much longer – being five foot three makes a girl notice these things.

I reach for a black lacy bra and matching panties and I'm set. I slide on my shirt then look around for my gun.

I don't go anywhere without it. I carry a Browning High Power, I know I know they don't even make those anymore, but what can I say – when I find something I like, I stick with it. Most of my closet is full with tops in the same style with as many different colours as I could find.

I find it sitting on top of my pillow; Nathaniel must have moved it there for me once he got up. I pick up my custom made holster and slip it over my shoulders, the gun slides in easily.

Instantly I feel grounded. I used to worry about the feeling of safety holding a gun gave me, but now I just move on – I try not to pick at every feeling I have.

"Are you two ready yet? "

Micah leans against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest, his suit jacket straining just along the edges from his muscles. He may be the same height as me, with a face too pretty to be allowed, but his body is all male.

"Nathaniel is just finishing off now", I shrug into my jacket automatically checking the line against the fit of the gun, " I don’t think he’s washing his hair so we should make it on time."

As I finish speaking the bathroom door swings open and Nathaniel walks out fully dressed & ready to go. He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

"Okay lets go we can’t keep the big men waiting" he catches Micah's eyes as he laughs and I know they are sharing a guy moment...

We walk single file up the stairs and Micah opens the door, making the thick iron look like nothing more than paper-thin flax. We walk across the parking lot towards my car when shots start firing at us from every direction. I drop to the ground, pulling out my Browning as I fall.

I check to see that Micah and Nathaniel are okay, even though I know they move faster than I can. My eyes are already scanning the area looking for trouble.