Title. Maze part 2
By. Audrey aka midnightrrose, aka dark rose….
Disclaimer. Not mine….lkh.
Rating… it’s an ANITA BLAKE fan fic think about it
Spoilers…the whole thing.
Feed back, please please please….
Distribution…. You want it, come and get it.

A/N Edward is really out if character but he isn’t….you’ll see…

*** CH 2

            Carrying concealed is hell. It is a fact. And if I was going out with Edward, then I would bring more then just one gun. A hell of a lot more then one, with the way he was acting. In fact, I was bringing the whole nine yards along with a few extras in my purse.

            I was wearing a tight knee high dress with a low cut back and a short red coat. The fire star was in the small of my back while the browning was in a new holster on the inside of my jacket. I had the spine sheath and a knife in each of my calf high boots with a low, very low heal. I could take off the jacket and nothing would be visible, but since it was October and was freezing, no one would ask me to. 

            In my purse there was the pen knife (from Edward) and a few throwing knifes that were in a hidden compartment. Other then that was the necessities. Brush make-up, spear ammo. The usual.

            He was picking me up, sadly. So I didn’t know where we were going. But just in case I had a pair of pants a shirt to bring with me. Knowing the sort of trouble we get into together, I will need it. For the same reason I was not wearing hoes.

            The doorbell rang and I almost dropped my purse. Smooth. Real-ly.

            “Coming” I yelled as I ran to the door.

            I opened the door to a sight. Edward was wearing a tuxedo. I swear a fucking white tuxedo, shit.

            “The occasion?” I asked.

            He smiled as he held out his hand to me. “You”

            I was speechless. Who was he, and what had he done with Edward. I took his hand as he led me to a large limo. A large hummer limo. Why wasn’t I surprised?

            I suppressed a laugh as I got in and I decided that maybe this would be fun….if this was not so weird.

           

            ***CH3

            Edwards is crazy. Did you know that? No?

            Well he is.

            After he picked me up, he padded me down at took all my weapons, save the throwing knifes that he didn’t know I owned. I would have returned the favor, but one of us needed to be armed.

            We arrived in the middle of nowhere and Edward got out of the car. He walked around and opens my damn door.

            “Damn it” I said in a hushed whisper.

            He smiled. And held out his hand. That was it, I laughed. I full blown laugh. I couldn’t take it any longer. The laugh sounded bitchy mean, and breathy. Very seductive. I had been hangout with sex vampires too much. That proved it.

            “Edward, I thought you said treating her like a girl would be bad news,” said a voice I knew all too well.

            “Isn’t this just home coming week,” I murmured to myself. “Hi Bernardo” I said in a louder voice. Well now, I know who the driver is.

            “Hi” he said.

            “That’s why I padded her down. No weapons near her”

            Oh. Mr. high and mighty I thought as I go out of the car and ignored his hand.

            He looked down at me and melted back against a tree laughing.

            “What? No questions without your gun?” Edward teased. 

            That was it. He was pissing me off. I went in my purse and said, “Damn you. Where my brush” mostly to my self. And to make sure that he didn’t know what I was doing. I unlocked the compartment and I took out a throwing knife.

            Using my extra fast speed, I through it into the tree inches form his head.

            “Shit” I heard our driver say. Talk about old times.

            “Give me back my weapons,” I said. My voice was soft but the threat was there.

            “No” said. Edward.

            I removed my second knife and held it up. This was getting tiring.

            “Fine” Edward said in a mock surrender. Then to Bernardo, “that’s why he wants her.”

            “Who?” I asked.

            “Not yet” Edward said as he handed me my Browning, butt first.

            In ten minutes, I was armed, and dangerous. “This is your idea of a date?” I asked.

            “Yes” said Edward as he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the woods. We walked for around five minutes when he stopped at a tree and pulled down one of its branches.

*** CH4
            Lights. There were thousands of Christmas tree lights woven around the trees and branches. It looked amazing, and beautiful. In the middle was a table with two seats and candles. It was like a romantic dinner from a book. Edward was scaring me, more then if he called down the drawdown.

            “Wow” my voice was quite. I didn’t know what to say.

            “Anita sit, please,” he said as he motioned to the table.

            I sat down and he looked up at me. His eyes were wet. From crying? I didn’t know. I’ll that I knew was that this wasn’t the Edward that I should have been scared of. This wasn’t the Edward that had saved my ass time and time again. This was an Edward, yes, but not a killer. He looked lost, sad and unsure.

            “Edward, are you ok?” I asked.

            “Yes, no, I don’t know” he said, looking down at his cup.

            “What happened?” I asked.

            “I almost lost you,” he said.

            “What?” I asked.

            “In New Mexico, I almost lost you….I cant lose you” he said.

            “Edward?” I asked.

            “I have lost every one I have ever cared about, I can’t loose you too,” he sounded as if he just realized that.

            “I’m here, I’m here,” I said as I reached across the table and took his hand.

            “Good” he said. And the certainty was back in his voice. He looked like him again. It was like he needed to know that I was the same me, that I completed him some how. That I knew him, maybe.

            “So, Edward. Not to be mean, but I’m here and well…” I trailed off. And suddenly images hit me. Not images but something worse, memories. Belle Morte gave me the first mark, and she was plowing through my memories to see who Edward was. Shit! I saw Edward and me killing Nicholas, then him saving my ass from Oliver. Him as a bodyguard, and as a friend. Us playing dear Abby to each other. And this kiss in New Mexico that I passed off as a dream.

            He loves you. She whispered through my mind. Though I was not sure if it was she or I who realized that I might love him too.

            Then she was gone. And I was lying on the floor with Edward above me, looking scared. “You didn’t stop breathing, but your pulse changed. What Happened?”

            “Damn it. Damn it” I said as he helped me stand. “She filled though my mind. That bitch!” I screamed. Once I wasn’t scared, I was pissed. How dare her! The Bitch.

            “Anita, who” the he stopped and paused, “shit!” yeah my thoughts exactly.

            “Edward, please, can we eat?” I asked. I was starved, and I bet he was to.

            “Sure” he said with a smile on his face.

            Food consisted of soup then stake (well cooked) and a small piece of cheesecake that we were to share. Edward picked up a small piece on his fork the lifted it to his mouth as I watched. Why wasn’t I eating, I didn’t know mostly because I was to busy watching him. He was about to place the piece in his mouth when he looked at me. He leaned in and held the fork in front of me. I looked at him and back to it. When I couldn’t come up with a why not, I opened my mouth and he placed the piece in my mouth. He with drew the fork as I basked in the taste.

            I drew up my fork and I decided that, what the hell. I raised the fork and fed him a piece of cake. I nearly burst out laughing as he groaned.

 

 

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