Description[ edit ] Anita Blake is a petite woman of mixed German and Mexican heritage with curly long raven hair and pale skin with scars scattered over her body. She is very direct and flippant in her speech, but is said to be highly competent in the professions she is involved in. At the start of the series, she is an animator a person who raises zombies and a vampire executioner. She is trained in several forms of hand-to-hand combat as well as in the use of several firearms, with her firearm of preference being the Browning BDM. Blake practices Christianity and is currently of the Episcopal faith, having left Catholicism since the Catholic Church has excommunicated all animators. Blake is known to be carrying between four and five strains of the lycanthropy virus.
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I just knew. It made that thick, meaty sound that raises the hair on your arms, and makes your shoulder blades tighten in anticipation of something bad. The vampires flinched, except for her. She smiled at me, and the fear was gone. She turned that smile up to Stevens, and she was suddenly your favorite grandmother. She radiated good cheer; you could almost smell the cookies baking. She smiled at Stevens.
I would have liked to say it was vampire mind tricks, but she looked so harmless, so human, so like the storybook grandmother. His gun lowered. She looked so human. I yelled, "Fuck! I yelled for Smith as I went. Guns exploded outside - lots of them. I yelled, "No! I felt the vampires. Felt their power. They were going all vampire apeshit. I ran to the door, AR up and ready; the darkness blazed with holy fire. Every holy object in the courtyard was glowing with white, cool fire, like stars had fallen to the earth and just kept shining, but stars are just suns, distant, burning suns; they burned now.
There were bodies on the ground. The vampires were screaming, falling to the ground, trying to hide their eyes from the glow. My own cross burst into light. I put my back against the wall on the side of the open door and wheeled around to point my AR at the few vampires left inside. Urlrich was doing the same thing on the other side of the door. His tie-tack cross was blazing. We were both squinting against the light, trying to aim past it.
It was the serious downside to the holy objects. Blondie had Stevens in front of him, using him as a shield. They were both on their knees. If there was a shot to be had, it would have to be mine. It would be a head shot, and there would be no second chance for Stevens. I tore it off and threw it into the corner. I ignored him and let my eyes adjust to the dimness. I slowed my breathing first, it all begins with the breathing, and then I slowed my heartbeat, timed it.
I thought softly, in time to that slowing beat, "Fuck He ducked completely behind Stevens so that I had no head shot except Stevens. I kept my aim on where his head had been last.
He spoke, hidden. I was having trouble focusing where I thought his head would pop out. They give out before your arms give out on holding the shooting stance. I saw an edge of blond hair. My breathing just stopped, everything stopped. I pulled the trigger in a well of silence, where the emptiness waited for my heartbeat. I waited for the vampire to tear his throat out as I ran forward, gun to shoulder, yelling, "Fuck!
I waited for his throat to spill crimson. He got to his feet and stumbled away from the vampire. The vampire stayed on the floor, on his back. I had the AR snugged tight, and suddenly I thought I could aim at that body all damn night. I walked carefully, but quick, up to the fallen vampire. Urlrich was moving in from the other side, the shotgun tight to his shoulder.
I looked down at the body and found that the corner of his skull was open, the blond hair peeled back, with blood and brains seeping out. It was the brain shot that had killed him instantly. My arms were tingling down to my fingertips, almost like pins and needles. I felt a little weak-kneed, and light-headed. I let out a big breath and focused on standing firm. Stevens was throwing up in the corner, not from fear, but the same sense of relief that made me want to drop to my knees rather than keep aiming at the vampire.
I could see brains on the outside; that meant dead vampire, hell, dead anything. Not logical, but the urge to just keep aiming was very strong. I fought the urge to put another bullet in him, but his brains were leaking out onto the floor. That was dead, until we had to decapitate him and stake his heart. He was dead. He was really, truly dead, but I still moved so that standing with my weapon down kept the body clearly in my sight.
Urlrich nodded, and moved to do what I said. Smith was in the doorway, and there were more cops with him.
I just knew. It made that thick, meaty sound that raises the hair on your arms, and makes your shoulder blades tighten in anticipation of something bad. The vampires flinched, except for her. She smiled at me, and the fear was gone. She turned that smile up to Stevens, and she was suddenly your favorite grandmother. She radiated good cheer; you could almost smell the cookies baking.
Marshal Larry Kirkland. He was my size, small for a guy, with blue eyes, freckles, and short red-orange hair grown just long enough that it was curling in soft ringlets all over his head. He usually kept it short enough that there were no curls, which meant he almost had to shave it. Larry still looked like a grown-up Howdy Doody, but there were lines around his mouth, as if he spent too much time frowning, or being serious. I had warned him that this job can eat you, if you let it. We were standing near the bodies as we talked.
Kiss the Dead (Anita Blake Vampire Hunter Series #21)
Hamilton It was Micah on the phone, though. Is he all right? I could see the smile that went with the tone of his voice as he said, "I know, and I love you more. I loved Nathaniel and Micah, so much.