Who: Anita Blake and OTA What: Trying to figure some thing out... When: Wednesday September 17th; after dark Where: Grave yard Rating: PG-13 (for blood?)
You didn't need it to be dark to raise the dead. However, night seemed to hide what she did from those who didn't want to see it. Usually, not always. Her power was also a bit stranger after night fell. She'd found a cemetery that was just a little out of the way. It was another step she was taking not to spook the locals. She didn't know if these people were necromancy friendly or not. This whole world seemed strange and different from what she was use to knowing.
Normally, she didn't use her herbal salve any more, but in this strange place she wanted to take extra measures. Make sure that this worked. She smeared it over her forehead, heart, and hands. She held up her machete up so it caught the moon light. For a second she closed her eyes. She had the steel, but she had no sacrifice. She'd have to use her own blood. Pressing the blade gently across the palm of her hand she felt the sting. She didn't slide the blade, it was too sharp for that. Blood dripped out of the fresh wound.
Anita began to walk a circle around the grave. The blade pointing down and the blood dripping on the grave yard grass. "Reese West, with steel I call you from the grave," she said as she tapped the tomb stone with the machete. "With blood I call you from the grave," she smeared her blood over the moonlit marker.
She stepped back as the earth began to ripple. Zombies didn't crawl out of the grave like the did in moves. The ground usually gave them up willingly. It was doing that now. The earth moved like waves pushing the dead to the top. He wasn't as pretty as a zombie that was raised with a fresh kill, but right now she was looking for information, not beauty. He opened his eyes and blinked out at the world he had been gone from for so long.
Offering him her hand he drank lightly of her blood. It wasn't fun or pretty, but it was needed to loosen his lips to speech. When he had had enough to make it work she took her hand away. "Reese, Did you live your whole life in London, Ontario?"
"No," He shook his head, "I was not born here."
"How long did you live here?"
"I moved here with my father after my mother died. I was five," the corpse sighed.
"Has anything out of the normal ever happened here?"
The zombie gave her a blank look. He didn't understand the question.
"Has anyone ever just appeared here before? To your knowledge has anyone ever just woken up here without knowing how they got here?"