Death comes to Georgia

**Several characters from the Anita Blake series will pop up in this one.  Only the Dixon brothers appear from The Walking Dead**

 

 

"Anita this one isn't even worth your time, besides with the mother of All Darkness in her current snit you need to stay as close to Jean Claude as possible." Edward said into the phone. "It's just a simple hunt, I'll be working with one of the best guys in Georgia. Met him a few years back, between him and me we'll handle it."

"Edward I know you. You only like hunting the biggest and baddest, if something happened to you and I wasn't there..."

"Relax, Anita this is not the biggest or baddest of anything. It's just a favor, this guy did me one a while back. But I promise if it looks like the metaphysical shit is about to hit the fan, I'll call you Okay?"

"You'd better." Anita said.

"Scout's honor. Tell Count Dracula Hi for me." Edward replied, hanging up the phone with that parting shot.

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Daryl Dixon hated the Atlanta traffic. He tended to avoid Atlanta like the plague and wouldn't be here now if he didn't have to meet Edward, or rather Ted Forrester, at the airport. Bad tempered at the best of times, sitting in the Atlanta airport cooling his heels for a flight two hours late had used up the last of his patience.

"Southwest flight 172 from Albuquerque now arriving at Concourse A, Gate 10." A pleasant female voice announced over the PA system.

"It's about damn time." Daryl muttered wandering over to the area where debarking passengers would enter the terminal before heading off to the baggage claim area.

Daryl looked down as his cell phone rang. Damned electronic piece of shit he thought to himself as he answered it. "Yeah?"

"Dixon, this is US Marshall Ted Forrester, I need you to meet me at the baggage claim area. I had to check some of my gear."

"I'll be there." Daryl hung up the phone and went to the information desk to ask which baggage claim area to go to. Getting directions he headed off in that direction.

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Edward settled himself into the passenger seat of the Ford F-150 and glanced over at the man behind the wheel. "Okay Daryl, you want to tell me why I'm here? I mean calling 'Death' in for back up only usually happens when we've got some major vampire or shifter activity going down in the US." Edward asked. "I got a problem and need your help didn't tell me much."

"You remember telling me that you had a run in with that feathered dragon thing back in Santa Fe? Well I called cause I figured you're bout the only one that'll believe me when I tell you that we got in the woods. About a week ago some hikers found the bodies of some campers. Cops wrote it off as a bear attack, but night before last they found a couple a local kids. Teenagers just lookin' for a quiet spot bang in the backseat ya know? That's when they called me in, figured I could track it and kill it.

Only problem, it won't no bear. No claw marks or nothin', but I did find some tracks. Looked like a group of people were around the area, maybe four of five of em. Funny thing is the bodies ain't had no blade marks neither. It's like whoever these people was they just ripped em open with their bare hands and and started feedin' on em.

Varmit laws round here has kept the shifter population down. Most of the shifters mostly live in the bigger cities like Atlanta and they behave themselves. But it looks like we got a pack of some kind of shifters done made themselves at home up in the mountains. And mindin' their P's and Qs ain't high on their list of priorities." Daryl explained.