Harlequin and Antia Blake fanfic
So I finally convinced myself to read Harlequin, the new Anita Blake novel, and I have to say it didn't completely suck.
Unlike the last couple it had some semblance of plot and Anita only slept with three people. (and none of them were Edward). And the porn was, fortunately, relatively short, and less graphic then it's been in the past. (No two chapter long sex scenes.) Plus there was Edward being all I'm a sociopath and I'm going to bring my kinda step-son along to kill shit with me. Olaf was there being creepy and serial killery. And best of all... Richard actually made an effort to grown the fuck up already! There may be some actual hope for character development for him after all.
So this whole thing convinced me to write Edward fic since he's my favourite character and one of the few Hamilton has yet to butcher.
title: Tell-Tale Heart
author: shimaspawn
rating: pg13
fandom: Anita Blake
characters/pairing: Edward, Ted/Donna
disclaimer: Anita Blake, Edward and all their miscellaneous porn, baggage, wonkey powers, and the other miscellaneous stuff of their universe belongs to Laurel K. Hamilton. I'm just playing with the non-x-rated bits.
summary: A character study of Edward
author's note: Minor Harlequin spoilers spoilers
wordcount: 300
Tell-Tale Heart
Edward sometimes wondered exactly how his life had ended up like this. He was a killer of men. He was the bogeyman of monsters. He was... dropping his step-daughter off for ballet practice. When exactly had Ted begun to take over his life? He’d begun dating Donna because Ted was a good ol’ boy, and good ol’ boys date nice girls. He’d asked her to marry him because it was expected of him at that point in their relationship. It was all just supposed to be part of the act.
But at some point it stopped being entirely false. Some atrophied part of his heart he thought he’d cut out and buried years ago actually cared about Donna, about the kids, and it wasn’t right. Death wasn’t supposed to care about anything or anyone, let alone forty-something mothers of two who faint at the sight of blood. Becca and Donna were innocents, something very rare in Edward’s world.
Donna’s son though, Peter, he was less conflicted over. Peter wasn’t an innocent anymore than Edward was. Peter had made his first kill at eight, saving his mother from his father’s murderer. He’d made his second at fourteen after he was kidnapped and raped, and he almost took a third protecting the life of a friend. Peter he understood. He was scarred and broken, but kept walking unremittingly into the darkness. He reminded Edward of himself when he was younger. If it was just Peter... but it wasn’t.
Edward stopped the car in front of the Harper School of Dance. Ted smiled proudly and waved good-bye to his step daughter as she took the steps two at a time, ballet slippers clutched in her tiny hand. Death stared at the floor boards and listened to the accusing beat of his tell-tale heart.
Unlike the last couple it had some semblance of plot and Anita only slept with three people. (and none of them were Edward). And the porn was, fortunately, relatively short, and less graphic then it's been in the past. (No two chapter long sex scenes.) Plus there was Edward being all I'm a sociopath and I'm going to bring my kinda step-son along to kill shit with me. Olaf was there being creepy and serial killery. And best of all... Richard actually made an effort to grown the fuck up already! There may be some actual hope for character development for him after all.
So this whole thing convinced me to write Edward fic since he's my favourite character and one of the few Hamilton has yet to butcher.
title: Tell-Tale Heart
author: shimaspawn
rating: pg13
fandom: Anita Blake
characters/pairing: Edward, Ted/Donna
disclaimer: Anita Blake, Edward and all their miscellaneous porn, baggage, wonkey powers, and the other miscellaneous stuff of their universe belongs to Laurel K. Hamilton. I'm just playing with the non-x-rated bits.
summary: A character study of Edward
author's note: Minor Harlequin spoilers spoilers
wordcount: 300
Tell-Tale Heart
Edward sometimes wondered exactly how his life had ended up like this. He was a killer of men. He was the bogeyman of monsters. He was... dropping his step-daughter off for ballet practice. When exactly had Ted begun to take over his life? He’d begun dating Donna because Ted was a good ol’ boy, and good ol’ boys date nice girls. He’d asked her to marry him because it was expected of him at that point in their relationship. It was all just supposed to be part of the act.
But at some point it stopped being entirely false. Some atrophied part of his heart he thought he’d cut out and buried years ago actually cared about Donna, about the kids, and it wasn’t right. Death wasn’t supposed to care about anything or anyone, let alone forty-something mothers of two who faint at the sight of blood. Becca and Donna were innocents, something very rare in Edward’s world.
Donna’s son though, Peter, he was less conflicted over. Peter wasn’t an innocent anymore than Edward was. Peter had made his first kill at eight, saving his mother from his father’s murderer. He’d made his second at fourteen after he was kidnapped and raped, and he almost took a third protecting the life of a friend. Peter he understood. He was scarred and broken, but kept walking unremittingly into the darkness. He reminded Edward of himself when he was younger. If it was just Peter... but it wasn’t.
Edward stopped the car in front of the Harper School of Dance. Ted smiled proudly and waved good-bye to his step daughter as she took the steps two at a time, ballet slippers clutched in her tiny hand. Death stared at the floor boards and listened to the accusing beat of his tell-tale heart.