#72 -- To Grandmother's House We Go
To Grandmother's House We Go
An Anita Blake drabble
Disclaimer: LKH owns all things Anita Blake
Characters: little Anita, her father
Setting: Pre-series. Waaay pre-series. In that summer after Anita started to raise the dead.
Challenge: #72 -- Appearances Are Deceiving
Note: sabriel_0405 said a lovely thing the other hour, and it pushed me into drabbling.
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He stared at his thirteen-year-old daughter, sitting sullenly in the airport. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to go to Mexico while all her friends were at summer camp. He didn't want to be here either.
Anita looked so normal that his stomach churned. But she wasn't normal. Like stories Maria had told about her mother, stories of unnatural darkness.
"Can I get a Coke?" Anita asked suddenly.
He swallowed his panic. "Sure, sweetie."
"Thanks, Daddy."
He watched Anita, so young, so... innocent. Who would have imagined that she could do something as horrible as raising the dead?
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