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Tales From The War : Anita Blake

March 8th, 2006 (10:29 am)

On the 22nd May 2001 a young girl named Dawn Summers was sacrificed in a mystic ritual on a tower in Sunnydale, California. The ensuing collapse of dimensional barriers led to various parallel earths bleeding into each other. The forces of darkness across many worlds took full advantage of the chaos and confusion, invading whole realities at a time.

Worlds fought back. Lines were drawn.

The War began.






20th May 2003

Her name is Anita Blake, and she never, ever wanted to be a diplomat. But that’s the way things had wound up for her ever since the day the portals opened.

Standing there in her nice big office with all the windows blazing bright afternoon sunlight down upon her, Anita stood at the corner of the building and looked across St Louis. Sipping her mug of coffee, she wondered idly just how she’d ever gotten into this damn situation.

Sure, she had the beautiful view, her own staff and the fancy Federal Marshal title, but was it worth all the pain and losses in the last two years? Ever since the Vortex had appeared in California, her life had turned upside down. Both of the respective sides had been dumbfounded by the situation extent in her world.

‘Her’ world? Crap, crap, crap – just when did she fall into the trap of labelling things the way ‘they’ wanted her to? A frown creased her mouth, and she sipped more of the coffee from her penguin mug with the "I shot the sheriff" motto. At least Zerbrowski would never change.

Turning away from the view across St Louis, Anita stretched her legs out on top of her desk, ignoring the piles of paperwork sprawled across and enjoyed the moment. It was nice every now and then to stop, relax and take a moment to enjoy her coffee and look back over the past.

Was it really two years ago, when the walls had fallen, and all the different Earths had started bleeding into each other? Both of the main two sides in The War hadn’t been able to believe their eyes at the way vampires were accepted openly and even had legal protection. Anita snorted slightly into her coffee as she remembered Riley Finn’s open mouthed stare when she’d sat him down and forced him to read the whole casefile of Addison v Clark.

The representative from Wolfram & Hart had been a lot happier when reading it she remembered with distaste. Holland Manners had been practically licking his lips at the prospect. Still as long as the President of Earth-L, as the CWF called them, stayed out of the war, both sides had decided to treat them as a kind of Switzerland during the Second World War; neutral, and full of spies and intrigue.

Which of course made St Louis, as the site of the largest and most stable portal on the whole damn planet, the perfect spot for all the plotting, back stabbing and passing of various information. And her, the defacto Sheriff.

Some of the Combined World Forces hadn’t been able to accept the way things were. Vampires existing openly? Lots of nice targets for people who had had their lives ripped apart. Anita sympathised that much with them anyhow. Still didn’t give them an excuse to try and kill any of Jean-Claude’s people. Fortunately, over the last two years, those kind of events had been occurring less and less as the CWF weeded out the ones that could happily serve here on Earth-L.

Least you knew where you were with them. Barely a trip to see Jean-Claude went by, without seeing at least one Wolfram and Hart snake attempting to cosy up next to the Master of the City. With the loss of a third of his powerbase, Jean-Claude couldn’t simply tell them to get lost himself. Just another one of her many duties she supposed.

When they made her Federal Marshal in charge of St Louis, she’d thought they were nuts then, and frankly, she still thinks that. She is not a diplomat, she is not good at explaining things well to people unless a gun to their head is involved, she doesn’t have the patience for all the legal wranglings that ensue on a daily basis. And yet, somehow she makes it work.

She doesn’t know where it started (but she suspect Zerbrowski of starting it in the first place), but all the muttered ironic "Sheriff’s here" gags that used to greet her when she arrived at various scenes over the last two years, have become tinged with respect now. Sipping her cooling coffee, Anita shook her head and refused to admit that she deserved anything like that.

Yes, she had the big corner office. Yes, she had the full support and backing of the largest remaining shifter pard. Yes, she was getting respect and kudos. Hell, even Dolph was starting to talk to her again. But the price….

Hundreds of people dead around the world due to rogue portals, and the things that emerged from the Vortex. The constant intrigue and continual rising body count from the secret little war being waged here. Ronnie, ripped apart by a Wolfram and Hart vampire. Edward, marching off happily to war. Damian, almost as scarred as Asher now.

Nathaniel.

Her office suddenly seemed dark, cold and full of shadows. Setting her empty mug of coffee down, Anita shivered in the sunlight.

She’d give this all up in an instant to have Richard back.



Author’s Notes and Timeline

Comments

Posted by: Marcus L. Rowland (ffutures)
Posted at: March 8th, 2006 04:29 am (UTC)

Not a fun world to live in at all. But an interesting idea.

Another thought for an interesting world for this crossover - the Ultraviolet universe.

And Hill Street Blues if you want to get silly...

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: March 9th, 2006 03:17 am (UTC)
Ciao_spike_and_dru [jidabug]

Alas, I've never seen Hill Street Blues, so it's doubtful I'll ever bring them into it. :(

But Ultraviolet? Apart from being a damned good excuse to watch it again (It's research! Honest!), I haven't quite decided yet. Though I am planning to nick pay homage to one of their sneakiest ideas.

Posted by: JaneDavitt (janedavitt)
Posted at: March 8th, 2006 05:55 am (UTC)
gilesbysekhmet_ra

Anita snorted slightly into her coffee as she remembered Riley Finn’s open mouthed stare when she’d sat him down and forced him to read the whole casefile of Addison v Clark.

I loved the implications of this so much... one world's constant is another's variable.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: March 9th, 2006 03:23 am (UTC)
Daniel/sam porn break

Culture clash of the extreme, in some places certainly.

Just imagine if the Inquisition was still burning witches on one world for example, and then got attacked by vampires. The CWF would be in quite the ethical dilemma.

......Crap. I'm gonna have to do that one now.

Posted by: Helenka (helenkacan)
Posted at: March 8th, 2006 03:13 pm (UTC)

What are you smoking???

Just wondering, because I'm sure I want to cadge any.

Bewildered (but still reading) hugs,
H.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: March 9th, 2006 03:20 am (UTC)
Oz expressions [mys1985]

But... but... I haven't even mentioned the warpstorms yet! (Is it a bad thing when you have a lot of details of your 'verse worked out in your head, but not actually down on paper yet?)

......And now I have "Pass De Dutchie" stuck in my head.

Posted by: iyalode (iyalode)
Posted at: March 9th, 2006 03:01 am (UTC)

*flails* Hella interesting & bloody good. I am so loving this.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: March 9th, 2006 03:12 am (UTC)
Boromir shiny [houses7177]

Thanks! My brain worries me at times.

*pushes you towards the next part*

Posted by: iyalode (iyalode)
Posted at: March 9th, 2006 05:07 am (UTC)

Just read it ::squee:: Rose's faith in the Dr. is touching, that belief he's alright and I'm downright curious if he's going to appear in future stories in the 'verse.

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