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Anita Blake - Jean Claude

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Jean Claude woke up alone again. The room was as dark as pitch, yet he could make out the fine details of it like he was in sunlight. He was in one of the many bedrooms under the Circus of the Damned. It was simply decorated with black carpeting, a couple of leather chairs and a chest of drawers that had some of his spare clothes. He stood up in one swift motion throwing back the black and red silk sheets. He loved the contrast they made against his pale complexion and it made him think of Anita and himself twisted together in the sheets. It made his insides ache that she rejected him at every turn. What was he doing wrong?

Jean Claude realised he had been standing still looking at the sheets for sometime. He was wasting precious darkness. He needed to feed. Quickly, he pulled out a white shirt, jeans and grabbed the boots he had left beside the bed and went into the bathroom. This was his favourite bathroom in the Circus. It contained a large bathtub, more like a spa, that could hold ten people and had multiple taps; it took more than five minutes to fill. Above the tub was a large mirror that added a whole new dimension when carrying out a mischievous deed. There was another mirror to the right where there were two separate basins. The bathroom was stylised in the same way as the as the bedroom; black ornate tiles and white walls. He turned on the tap and begun to wait.

Jean Claude stared at his reflection in the mirror. His long, black hair curled loosely around his face and rested on his shoulders. Tired looking midnight blue eyes stared out of a face that was soft looking but could never be mistaken for being feminine. His body was lean, muscled and was often referred to as perfect. He didn’t see it. A long time ago someone had thought it would be amusing to shove a cross into his chest while he was unable to defend himself. The cross had left a permanent scar and would remain there as a horrible reminder for as long as he lived. In return, he tore the culprit’s throat out after he had escaped. Another gathering of scars he carried, unrelated to his torture, were those across his back. Whipping scars decorated his back in faint white lines. In his days before he was made into a vampire, he was the whipping boy for a family of aristocrats. Therefore, those scars would never disappear and he was kind of glad about it. It showed that he just wasn’t a vampire. He had had a past, but no one ever saw those scars…not since he had left Bella Morte with Asher and Julianna.

Jean Claude turned around and slipped into the warm water turning the tap off as he did so. He soaked in the water for a few minutes letting his mind wander freely. Eventually he climbed out and dried himself off with a huge, fluffy towel. Since he was the owner of Guilty Pleasures, a strip club, he had a certain image that he had to portray; an image of not just seduction but also of fantasy and desire. His clothes emphasized this. From his shirt, that revealed a large expanse of chest and the scar, to the skin tight jeans that left little to the imagination. It was all a part of it. When he was satisfied, he left the room.

Tonight he wanted to be left alone so he could go see Anita. He walked down the hallway with the only sound being his boots clicking on the concrete. Stephen stepped out from one of the doors to the left.
‘Master…,’ he said bowing his head.
‘Don’t call me that,’ Jean Claude said.
‘Sorry, Jean Claude,’ Stephen glanced up revealing cornflower blue eyes.
Jean Claude could taste his nervousness on the air, he was so young.
‘I must hurry Stephen; I have something important to attend to. Tell the others not to interrupt me.’
‘Yes, Jean Claude.’
Jean Claude continued down the hall to the last door and opened it. He was welcomed by the overwhelming sound of circus music, machinery, people and blood. He staggered for a moment, trying to recover. When he did he was looking down into the face of a young woman with long blonde hair. Jean Claude instantly switched to his professional self, a large seductive smile set in place.

Her mind was like an open book. He could feel her lust, her need and he pushed it away. She was nothing to him but she had to be a willing victim otherwise he would have The Executioner on his back. Ha.
‘Good evening, my dear,’ he bowed and heard her giggle. When he stood up, she was starting at him and he caught her with his eyes.
‘Would you like the sweetest and most delightful of kisses?’ His voice started to drop until it was a whisper.
She nodded. She still had some control. He didn’t take everything away. Jean Claude took her gently by the shoulders and brought her back through the door. He pushed her against the wall and whispered compliments to her. She smiled sweetly up at him and it was almost enough to make him stop. Think of her as food.
‘Are you sure you want this? There is a choice.’
‘Yes,’ she said. Her eyes were hazy and lost.

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips as passionately as he could. She shivered under the kiss. Jean Claude then trailed his kisses down to her neck where he licked it lightly before biting down. She gasped and he called his power and pushed it into to her, turning the pain into pleasure and fed. Her blood flowed freely into his mouth; hot and quickly and Jean Claude drank it almost greedily. He felt warmth and power spread through his body and he knew he had drunk deeply enough. He slowly released her and placed her on the ground.
‘I know that you are there, Stephen. Please take this lady to a room to recover.’
Stephen hovered into view, picked her up and carried her away without a word. Jean Claude never had a second thought about his victims. As long as they volunteered, then it wasn’t considered illegal. In today’s society, vampires were legalised and were in the spotlight, especially him. He owned several businesses and tried to give vampires the best possible press, although, some people still wished for them to be hunted like the days of old like Anita.

Jean Claude realised that he had better hurry if he was going to catch Anita. Jean Claude used his inhuman speed and a few minutes later he was outside the apartment block. His stomach was knotted upon itself. He was nervous about trying to talk to with her but he had to try. Slowly, he made his way up the staircase to her apartment. As he waked down the quiet, air conditioned hall an old women and a small, yapping dog poked their heads out. Jean Claude gave her a small smile, she whispered, ‘Come on, Custard,’ and closed the door. He turned around holding his breath and knocked on the door.

He heard sounds shuffling around the room and the clicking of locks before the door finally opened. She always took his breath away. She had long, curling black hair, like his, that contrasted with her pale complexion as she was part German and Mexican. The Mexican side was revealed through her dark brown eyes and figure. She was small, yet slightly muscular and whatever she wore always made he look beautiful. Tonight she was wearing a black sweater, jeans and a pair of running shoes. Her face went from peaceful to annoyed the split second she saw him.

‘What the hell are you doing here, Jean Claude?’ she said.
‘Ma petite, I suggest we talk inside,’ he replied.
‘You are always so damn reasonable. Fine then,’ Anita turned and stepped away from the door. Jean Claude just stood there.
‘Oh. Jean Claude I invite you into my home.’
‘Thankyou, ma petite,’ he gave her a large smile and looked around the room.

Everything was white; the walls, carpet and furniture. It was like being surrounded by snow.
‘Okay. What are you after?’ She stood with her hands on her hips and stared at him, making eye contact. She could make eye contact and suffered no ill effects because of the vampire marks that bound them and also because of her partial immunity as a necromancer. They both gained power because of the pairing.
‘Am I not allowed to simply visit you?’
‘It is never a visit with you Jean Claude. It is always more.’
‘You can always have more ma petite. I know how you lust for me,’ Jean Claude made a display of touching his body slowly. Anita’s eyes followed the complete movement.
‘I don’t lust for you and stop calling me ma petite,’ she was starting to get angry. Nothing was ever simple.
‘I can taste your lie.’
Her eyes flicked nervously down, then were back up with a defiant set to them. She was so hard to predict.
‘Get out,’ she said.
‘You can never be free of me, Anita. Two marks bind us together. Two more and you will be mine.’
‘I would rather die than be your human servant.’
He could tell she was telling the truth and he tried to reach for her but she pulled out her gun. He guessed she would be carrying it.
‘If you kill me it would hurt you too.’
‘I don’t care,’ she shook her head. She was upset and angry.
‘Could you really kill me?’ He asked, knowing the answer.
‘Yes.’
‘Ma petite,’ he whispered. It hurt him a little bit to hear Anita say it.
‘Look, Jean Claude. I lust after your body. I’ll admit that, but I don’t love you. If you push these marks onto me I will kill you.’
‘Just like that?’
‘Just like that,’ Anita said.
Jean Claude looked away, collecting himself and his feelings.
‘My feelings are more than lust. If you allowed yourself to get past me being a vampire you would see that I’m different.’
‘I don’t care. Tonight I have enough to worry about without eternal damnation being added to the list.’ Anita still had the gun out and he was wary.

Jean Claude tried to say something but she cut him off.
‘Jean Claude I revoke my invitation. Get out.’
A giant invisible fist slammed into Jean Claude and pushed him out of the apartment. He said ‘Anita,’ before the door was slammed in his face. Jean Claude loved Anita in some way. It was hard to express it to her and there was no way she would accept him for who he was. He never knew how to deal with his precious Executioner.

Jean Claude left the apartment block and went to Guilty Pleasures to work.
This story is about Jean Claude from Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter and I'm not sure about the time it is set. It is around the time when Anita first has Jean Claudes marks.
I found it really hard to write from his point of view since you really don't have much background information on him but I hope you like my take on his character. I have always loved him from the start though and I don't think he gets enough attention from Anita.

As always the characters belong to Laurell K Hamilton and the story is mine.

*Edited - 23/4/09: Some minor changes made. Added more details in the bathroom scene.
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ArielHowell's avatar
>< love this it's been so long since I read any of Hamilton's books I am gonna start buying them since I fell behind with her writing.