When Anita Met Jubilee...

When Anita Met Jubilee...
By Emily
Character Listings: Anita, Jubilee, Jean Claude, Various X-Men, Jason, etc.

The night sky glistened as I stepped out of my jeep. I sighed slowly as I started towards the gathering crowd. It consisted of about five people at the moment. I was positive that atleast three more would arrive.

"Miss Lee, I can't tell how much we appreciate your efforts to...", a man with a black suit started to thank me.

"Can it, suit. I don't give a shit about what your going to say or you appreciation. It's a job, I took it, and I am here to do it", I cut him off. He looked stunned, but quickly hid it.

I tugged at the sleeve of my denim jacket. My shoulder holster that hid my s fir firestar pistol was scratching against my arm. I suppose I didn't really need the gun, since I could detonate a small country with a flick of my finger. I was a mutant, plain and simply.

People used to be scared shitless of the mutant gene. Turned them into hating, pyschopathic rage groups infact. The appearance and proof of real live vampires put a stop to that though. Soon everyone turned their focus on them. They became America's most exploitive and expenisive tourist attraction when Vampirism was made legal.

Sure, people hate what the evolution of genetics turns us into, but they adore the horror and mystical realm of anything else. Makes no sense whatsoever to me.... Of course, I ain't complainin as long as those old hate groups keep their stakes and torches away from this little mutant.

My name is Jubilation Lee. I am 20 years old and a former member of the X-Men. I used to live in New York, but when animating became a legal proffesion I moved to St. Louis to work with a childhood friend of mine. Anita Blake aka The Executioner.

She believes vampires can't be good, well except for the one she is sleeping with, ST. Louis's Master Vampire. Needless to say it is a very unique relationship. The strangest thing about the deal was that lately she had been calling Jean-Claude's people, her people.

I guess it's not the strangest thing I had ever seem...or the strangest I've yet to see.

Lately I had even begun to date one of Anita's other people. Jason, a werewolf. He was quite sexy in an animalistic way...and very good in bed. He gets a little out of control sometimes, but then I have always been very good at calming the beast. Jean Claude says that if I was made into a vampire I would probally reflect a power that only one very powerful master vampire had. Whereas Padma is Master of Beasts, I guess I would be Mistress of Beasts?

Anita thinks my unique way of accidentally controlling animals come from something much deeper. She thinks it is because I am a necromancer...a vanduun enchantress of sorts with a great affinity for the dead. The first time I heard her say It, I thought, great...that can't be it. I am definatly not a necrophiliac.

Then with a greater understanding of the idea I became associated with it. She began to teach the few things she knew to me. I went to Mexico for a few months and learned a great deal more. Anita steal thinks I was in Jamaica soaking up the sun, but I think she's just pretending to believe my dumb ass alibi.

Black suit was walking towards me again. I sighed when I noticed everyone was here. Time to get this show on the road.

"So, let's go over the details once more, Mister Stirling. You want me to raise your ex-boss so we can know if he didn't have amymore illegite pups since two have already showed up claiming his fortune is his...", I went over the story one last time. It should be a simple task...finding out if Stirling's boss, Jacobson, had anymore kids running around.

"Yes, Miss Lee, we have been over this", the man sounded so damn condenscending....atleast it was better than sucking up to me. Bert didn't really care about the mannerisms of customers though, only the money. Infact he was a condenscending bastard to.

I could almost hear Anita's strange since of humor ringing in my ears. *Now Jules, you know very well that there is no positive evidence saying he is truly a bastard*. Of course if she had been his animator she would have had the same opinion as I.

Well damn, I've already reached the altar. I guess it's time to draw the circle and start the damn sacrifice.

I looked around at the people standing to the side of the grave.

"No one is to distract me or enter the circle while I am raising him. Once he is raised I will ask him a few routine questions and make sure he is intact enough to be questioned by your lawyers...now let's begin", I stated then turned right back around.

I started to walk the circle and create a nexus of energy. Then I reached down and grabbed my chicken. I had named him Fred for the short drive from the coupe to the graveyard.

Amazing how big chicken raising got when animating became a solid business.

"Through night and wind I call you up"
"Through Earth and rot I call you up"
"Past veil and board I call you up"
"Alexander Jacobson I call you back here, awaken and enter my circle".

The words were kinda used to fancify the audience. I could have called him up simply using my mind.

This however was important.

I laid the chicken flat and raised the machete.

I thrust it down and beheaded the bird.

"Thru blood I call you back".

Now that was indifferently always needed. Blood...The essence of life...and the catalyst of death. Great words, I should write that down. Maybe someone could quote me one day. I'm already stepping up in the lime light anyway. I am friends with the USA's strongest Animator and I am declared niece to the Ulfric of St.Louis werewolves. Of course the fact that I date the vampire master's pet puppy doesn't really shed a briliant light...then again, the tabloids haven't gotten that snizzleinfoinfo yet.

Until Jean Claude's New Years bash I was safe and then Jason and I would announce our secret to the world. I don't think Wolvie is going to be very happy....