Categories > TV > X-Files > Incarnations of Immortality
Title: Incarnations of Immortality
Author: TheBear!
Crossover: XF/HL/FK
Pairings: M/S N/N T/V
161,428 words
15-Apr-02
Disclaimer—I don’t own any of it.
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Chapter 12
Toronto Homicide, 96th Precinct.
7:00 p.m. Thursday
After Nick had Scully practice her ‘Whammy’ on a few of the homeless denizens of the street he took her with him to the precinct so that he could talk to the captain about some time off.
As Nick was in the captain’s office, she sat at his desk and looked around the precinct. She wondered how many times she had been in homicide departments, similar to this one, working on a case, or following one of Mulder’s far-fetched leads. “Three hundred and thirty seven,” she suddenly realized as her newly found perfect memory quickly shunted through each and every one of them in a blur of images.
“You forgot to mention perfect recall, Nick,” she thought. She had always envied Mulder’s ability to remember everything; whereas he had thought of it almost as a curse. Thinking back on Nick’s memories of the horrors he had committed in his immortal youth, she could see Mulder’s point. She herself could remember in exact detail her own recent murderous behavior. “You were right Mulder. No matter how we dress it up in circumstance, it is still murder,” she thought.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in Nick’s chair. He was still blocking her link with Mulder, and all she saw was the insides of her eyelids. The rest of her senses, however, were almost overloaded with the activity around her. She could hear the heartbeats of the detectives working around her. She could smell the perfume of their blood singing in their veins. Even though it called out to the vampire in her, she found that she could easily control it. She had fed well before she and Nick had flown here, “Plus, when you have filet mignon waiting at home, you don’t find ground chuck all that tempting,” she thought.
“What do you mean by that?” Nick asked her as he approached the desk, questioning her unspoken comment.
Scully opened her eyes and regarded her ‘master’ for a moment before answering. “The stuff in the bottle satisfies the hunger, but it is not as good as it is ‘straight from the tap’ as it were,” she evaded.
“That’s true, but you weren’t thinking of the bottled product, were you?” Nick asked as he stood in front of her, arms folded across his chest.
“Even from the source, I can’t imagine regular human blood coming close to Mulder’s,” she mused with a sigh, the wonder and desire evident in her voice. “When I drink from him, it’s like fire running through my soul. He burns into me and it’s as though I can feel him in each individual cell in my body.” She shivered slightly as her perfect memory replayed their last encounter for her. “I don’t know if it’s his love, his immortality, or both; but I think Mulder has spoiled me for anything or anyone else; even your blood, Nick. I know when I drink from you that it is the blood of my maker, and I can tell that it’s different, certainly better than human, but it’s just not like Mulder.”
Nick could feel the pleasure/desire emanating from her. He was awed at the strength of the bond Dana had with her lover. He hoped that he and Natalie would have something similar.
Scully shook herself out of her reverie, “Did you get your vacation squared away Nick?” she asked as she stood before her Father in Darkness. She giggled at that thought, ‘Father in Darkness,’ “Dark Daddy.” She thought to him.
“Impudent Childé!” he thought back to her with a mock growl. He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face entirely, though. He was relieved that she and Mulder had so quickly accepted some of the darker aspects of their new reality without falling into the despondency that had haunted him for so long.
Scully sobered slightly, saying, “I think the difference might be that Mulder and I have each other to remind us that we aren’t monsters. At that time, LaCroix wanted you to act like a monster, and you didn’t have anyone to tell you differently.”
“Never forget, Dana, that we have that monster inside us and we must keep it under tight control, or it will dominate us,” Nick whispered.
“We had that darkness in us even before we were changed, Nick. I know it has been so long ago, but surely you remember having to fight the darkness in your soul, even before you changed.” Scully said.
“Yes, that’s true, it’s just more powerful now.” He replied.
“You’re right, Nick. But now we are more powerful as well,” she replied.
Nick changed the subject, “Anyway, to answer your question, Yes. I got the vacation. Now we need to see if Nat can get hers, and we will be set.”
“What did you tell your captain?” Scully asked.
“I didn’t have to tell him anything, Tracy was there first,” he said deadpan.
Scully chortled at that. “I take it she doesn’t keep secrets well?” she said as they stopped and looked around to be sure no one was watching.
“Oh, she can keep a secret when she thinks it is important, like the truth about vampires. But for everything else, she is an inveterate gossip,” he replied, smiling down at her.
Scully suddenly realized how close they were to one another, and how their low conversation and continuous eye contact must appear to everyone else around them. She could hear their increased pulse-rates, and she could feel everyone in the precinct staring at them.
Nick heard the sudden lull in conversation around them and realized that he and Dana were standing in each other’s personal space, carrying on an intimate conversation. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, “I can hear the rumor mill gearing up now, Dana.”
Scully laughed and said, “Oh come on, Daddy, lets have some fun with them. It’s not as if Natalie is going to have a problem with it,” she said as she stepped closer to him, until they were almost touching. She wrapped her arm around his waist and tried to lead him out.
Nick stood there, staring down at his daughter. “Oh you are a brash, impetuous childé.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and allowed her to tug him out of the precinct. It was all he could do not to laugh out-loud at the whispers he heard starting up behind them as they left.
Scully didn’t restrain herself. She heard some of the comments and laughed out loud. When he looked at her with eyebrows raised, she said, “No offense intended Nick- Natalie is a lovely woman, but the thought of having sex with her doesn’t do anything for me at all; and the idea of sex with you seems almost incestuous- let alone having you both at once!”
Nick did laugh at that. He then paused for a moment, as if trying to come to a decision. He had his arms crossed, with his left hand against his mouth like ‘The Thinker’. After a minute, he seemed to come to a decision. He said, “Now, we are going to practice something important; something very dangerous as well. You will need to exercise an enormous amount of control over your hunger, and your bloodlust.”
Scully was intrigued, “What are we going to do?”
As he took to the sky, Nick answered her question, “Hunt.”
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Toronto Coroner’s Office, Morgue.
7:00 p.m. Thursday
Natalie snuck up on Grace as she was intently looking at some sample slides. “Evening Grace,” Natalie whispered in her ear.
“Good Lord, Girl!” Grace said after jumping halfway out of her seat. “You like to have frightened a year off my life!” She stood up and turned around, hands on her hips and mock glaring at the unrepentant woman in front of her. She then noticed the tall good-looking man with Natalie. “Who’s this fine young man? You finally get tired of waiting for Detective Knight to come to his senses?”
Mulder guffawed at that, and at seeing Natalie’s blush. “No Ma’am, just keeping Nick’s fiancé company while she takes care of a few things,” he said, waiting for the look of shock and surprise that he expected after Natalie’s briefing on Grace during their ride from the Raven. He wasn’t disappointed.
“What did he just call you?!” Grace practically shouted, gripping her shoulders and turning Natalie to face her.
Natalie couldn’t keep the big, goofy grin off of her face as she lifted her left hand up for Grace’s inspection. “He finally came to his senses,” She replied.
Grace grabbed Natalie's hand and brought the ring up for a closer inspection. “Good Lord, girl. That man don’t do anything by halves, does he?” she said as she brought her eyes up from the ring to Natalie’s face.
Even though slightly embarrassed she couldn’t help but say, “No, he does everything over-the-top.”
Grace laughed at that. “When’s the wedding, dear?”
Still bearing that goofy, tooth-baring grin, Natalie replied, “December 30th, two weeks from Saturday.”
“Lord above, Girl! That’s awfully fast, isn’t it? Can you plan a wedding in 2 weeks?” Grace asked, stunned.
“Well, it’s not going to be formal, we will just have a few friends and some extended family, not a big church wedding.” Natalie’s smile turned into a sly grin, “besides, now that he’s pulled his head out, I’m not letting him change his mind!”
Mulder laughed out loud at that, and Grace joined him.
Natalie realized that she hadn’t even introduced Mulder to Grace. “I’m sorry; Grace, this is Agent Mulder with the FBI; Mulder, this is Grace Balthazar, my assistant.”
“Oh? Is there a new case you guys are working on? I hadn’t heard anything.” Grace began.
“No, my partner and I are actually on vacation.” Mulder answered. We’re going to stick around for the wedding.”
“Friends or extended family?” Grace wondered aloud, arching her brow, clearly interested in this faucet of Natalie’s life that she was previously unaware of.
Natalie jumped in, afraid of what Mulder might say, “Would you like the hot lights and rubber hose now, Grace? Or are you waiting for a more opportune point in the interrogation?” she said with a smile and a laugh. “Dana, Mulder’s partner, is related to Nick. Kind of like a distant niece.”
Grace gave Natalie a look, like she was humoring her by dropping it for now, but would be back to revisit the subject later, “Mm Hmm. What are you doing in tonight, Natalie? I didn’t expect you back yet.”
“I just came in to get some vacation arranged. We’ve got plans to make, and a honeymoon to enjoy afterward.” Natalie said; her goofy grin back in place. Plus she knew that nothing would sidetrack her assistant like sexual innuendo.
Grace smiled openly and teased, “I bet you’re not waiting for the honeymoon!”
Natalie put on a straight face and deadpanned, “Well, practice makes perfect.”
“I heard that!” Grace said, ever the relationship cheerleader. “You get yourself situated and be sure I get an invite when you figure out where you’re having it! The wedding, I mean. You can just tape the honeymoon.”
Mulder cackled at that, not able to contain himself at the look on Natalie’s face.
Natalie rolled her eyes at Mulder’s antics and said, “Oh, you are bad Grace!”
“You know it!” she agreed.
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Ontario Watcher Chapterhouse
8:45 p.m. Thursday
Methos was checking the database, trying to figure out who might have been involved in the fight from which he had seen the quickening. There were actually several in the province besides himself, Mac, and Froag. As he was perusing the db, an update on one Willy Williams came through. His watcher, Ken Baker, was relatively new to the group and this was only his second charge. His first had been a very young one, only a couple of years as an immortal. He died in the first 6 months and Baker had been reassigned to Williams. Willy was about 250 years old, and was a real piece of work. He had been an indentured servant brought over from England in the 1750s. He was a thief and a scoundrel and only came to America to escape the hangman’s noose at home. Methos wondered how this guy had survived two years, let alone over two centuries as an immortal. He attacked any immortal he came across, in public or not. If he found one who was his better, he would find a way to escape the fight and run away. He was apparently in Toronto after being chased out of Buffalo, NY by just such a circumstance.
“I guess he learned his lesson at last,” Methos thought as he read the narrative of the battle that ended Willy Williams’ tenure among the Immortals. As he continued to read, he began to get a feeling that this was not entirely right. The description of the fight seemed pretty routine, but some of the details didn’t fit. By the time he had gotten to the part about the woman with long curly black hair in a green Cadillac; and the two taking the body and head with them, Methos began to think that this entire narrative was a sham. He reread the vague description of the immortal that took Williams’ head and thought of a new immortal that fit that description perfectly. “That would make the longhaired woman Natalie Lambert,” he thought. “That can’t be right, Mulder doesn’t even have a sword, does he?” he asked himself. Methos ran a quick check to find out where Baker was staying, and took off, deciding to go speak to him face to face.
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Vachon’s Church
9:00 p.m. Thursday.
Tracy sinuously stretched her lissom nude form out on the bed, savoring the sensations she had been experiencing. She had awoken at sunset with a ravenous hunger, quickly satiated by the four and a half bottles of blood Vachon had handed her, one after the other, chuckling as she downed them as fast as she could.
Halfway through the fifth bottle, her stomach appeased, a new hunger overtook her. Through their newly forged link, Tracy could feel Vachon’s desire. His need to possess her ignited her own yearning. What had followed was the most intense four hours in her life. They had made vigorous, ardent love- varying between furious bouts of physical prowess; and long, slow, languid sex that drove her insane with need and desire as he teased and tormented her before allowing her release.
Vachon watched Tracy stretching out on the sheets like a cat waking from a nap. The sweet taste of her blood still lingered in his mouth and he savored it like the finest wine. “Thank God for vampiric stamina,” he thought. Tracy had been an insatiable sexual monster, seemingly intent on draining every last ounce of life out of him.
Tracy giggled as she caught that thought from her lover. “You make it sound as though I was taking you against your will, Javier,” she said, laughing.
“Not at all Querida,” he replied. “I just thought we might want to get out of bed while it is still night,” he joked. “Seriously Trace, We need to get some basics covered if you want to be able to go back to work in a week.”
“Seriously? When have you ever taken anything seriously, Vachon?” she pouted, clearly wanting to lie about for a while longer.
Vachon realized that they seemed to have switched roles. Tracy was usually the overly controlled one, driven by duty and responsibility; whereas he was the one who was usually carefree and easygoing.
“I take you seriously, Tracy. I love you,” he answered. “I want you to be happy, and I know you want to keep working as a cop.” He reached out and tenderly stroked her face, “In order to do that, you need to get the basics down and be able to control the blood lust.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, then moved down to her ear and whispered, “If you’re a good girl, and learn fast, I might be persuaded to give you a treat,” then he pierced the lobe of her ear with a single fang, nearly causing her to have an orgasm just from that.
Her every nerve ending was hypersensitive to sexual stimulation. Tracy quivered as Vachon pulled away, stood up and walked away toward the shower. “Oh you fight dirty, Javier!” she moaned, watching his delicious butt, actually licking her lips at the thought of sinking her teeth into it.
Vachon felt the desires and emotions running rampant through his childé, stirring his own, and relented slightly. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at her when he saw her eyes fixed on his backside, “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked.
She leapt out of bed and attacked his mouth with a searing kiss, stroking his fangs with her tongue and digging her nails into the object of her attention. She didn’t know what it was about this man, but somehow he inflamed her desire like no one else had ever before. Even in her most erotic fantasies she hadn’t imagined being so eager and hungry for sex. While she wasn’t a prude, she hadn’t really been a particularly sexual creature. She slept with her boyfriends in the past more for their benefit than hers. When she did orgasm it was usually at her own hand. Typically, it was brief and, while pleasant enough, certainly nothing to write home about.
With Vachon, she was sex: hot, steamy, and wet. When she came, it was like she was on fire, burning from the inside out. No one had ever made her feel like that, and she was very rapidly becoming addicted. These feelings and desires made her want to do things that she had never wanted to do before.
She had never been especially fond of oral sex, usually reserving it for birthdays and Christmas, if she was in a relationship at the time. It wasn’t that she found it especially distasteful, just that she didn’t take much pleasure in it. With Vachon she was learning that it could be just as pleasurable to give head as to receive it.
Vachon felt Tracy slide down the length of his body, dragging her erect nipples down his torso, and licking and sucking his skin as she went. She scraped her fangs across his abdomen and licked the droplets of blood from him, causing him to moan. “I have a feeling that we aren’t going to make it to the shower,” he rasped out just as she closed her mouth over his stiff member.
Vachon heard her respond through their link; “Hmm, do you care?”
“Nuh Ohhhh,” was all he could reply as she took him all the way into her throat and began to lave his balls with her tongue. Not having to breathe certainly made an already good thing even more enjoyable. She refused to slide more than halfway off of him before gobbling him back down, increasing her pace, and grabbing his ass to encourage his thrusts. Vachon was wracked by guilt and desire. If he had initiated this activity, or even suggested it he would have fully expected to be slapped for being a misogynist pig; especially with a ‘modern’ woman like Tracy. This was, however, absolutely the hottest, sexiest thing any woman had ever done for him in nearly 500 years of life. He had absolutely no control, and couldn’t have stopped if someone rammed a wooden stake through his heart. When she offered her left wrist so he could cum, her other hand busy driving herself toward orgasm, he thought he would explode.
She felt like a harlot, but she found his reaction to her attentions so stimulating that she couldn’t help herself. She was enjoying this almost as much as he was. As Vachon bit down on her wrist, Tracy pulled back so that he came right in her mouth, the combination of his blood ejaculate and her own ministrations brought her to powerful orgasm of her own.
Vachon fell back against the doorframe, utterly spent. Tracy carefully licked him clean and said, “You can return the favor in the shower.” With that she bounced to her feet and sauntered off to the bathroom.
“Woman, You’re going to kill me yet,” Vachon thought as he staggered off after her, waiting for the vampire’s recuperative powers to kick in.
It was after 11 by the time the couple made it outside of the church to begin Tracy’s training.
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The Dirty Mick bar and grille
10:00 p.m.
She had done it. It was very hard to stop in time, and she could tell that Nick was just about to pull her off forcefully, but she managed to stop. She could still hear his heart beating rapidly in fear, even though he was unconscious. “Good! The bastard should be afraid!” she said.
Nick chuckled, “I almost thought you weren’t going to stop there for a moment, Dana.”
“I think it was more rage than hunger, Nick. I was so pissed off that he thought he could do that to me!” she answered.
Nick had taken her to what he described as the seediest bar in Toronto. “I thought we were going hunting Nick,” she had protested upon seeing the dive he was leading her into. She was still leery about the very idea, but he would only say ‘trust me’ when she tried to question him. In the end, she decided that she did trust him. She knew he didn’t kill for food, and hadn’t in over a century. She didn’t think he would make her kill.
“You are hunting, Dana. I would never teach you to hunt innocents, and we are not here to kill anyone. However, you will, essentially, be committing assault and battery. Therefore, we will be choosing prey that warrants such treatment, or rather, you will be letting your prey choose you.
“What do you mean?” Scully asked.
“Sexual predators are plentiful, easy to find, and who better to suffer a little turnabout? All you have to do is hang out for a while, be seen; be seen to be alone and ‘vulnerable’ and then walk out and see who follows.” Nick said. “I will be out back. Come around before you let your prey get close and I’ll help you if you need it.”
She knew that he meant that he would help her to stop from killing her prey, not that she’d require any help defending herself. She went in and nursed a drink for a little while, pretending to drink, while she surveyed the crowd. It didn’t take long to pick out two or three who were eyeing her like their next meal. She would have felt nervous in this place even with a gun before her change. Now she could feel the predator in her becoming excited in anticipation. She also knew that she could control it. Mulder’s immortal blood had given her control unheard of in a fledgling vampire. She knew from her link with Nick that, with the vibe of barely constrained violence in the air, and the smell of mortal blood that filled the room, most newborns would be tearing into the crowd with unrestrained ferocity. She again thanked God for the gift that was her lover. Not only did he make her a happy, well-adjusted person, he also helped her to be a happy, well-adjusted vampire.
“I think that’s enough for one night,” she said to herself and got up to leave. She noticed one of the lurkers cutting a line to intercept her before she got to the door, and quickened her pace just enough to get out ahead of him, but not enough to lose him in the crowd. “He’s going to be in for a shock,” she thought. She heard Nick admonish her not to get too eager- to maintain control.
“Hey, darlin’ where you running off to? The party is inside,” he said.
Scully put on her best ‘frightened woman’ face and said. “Just leave me alone!” and ran around the building and down the alley.
“We’re going to party one way or the other!” the man growled and followed her around the back of the building. As he rounded the corner, he stopped short when he saw the hot little redhead he was after standing in the back alley, hands on her hips and glaring at him. He looked around to see if anyone else was around, but didn’t see anyone. “Well, well little lady. Looks like it’s just you and me. Now why don’t you come over here and let me show you how a real man treats a lady.”
Scully smirked and said, “Don’t you understand? No means No!”
The man, one David Birch- a three time loser who was out on bail, awaiting sentencing for his latest conviction for sexual battery (plead down from felony rape) - had never taken no for an answer, and didn’t see a need to start now. It would, of course, be a serious error this time.
He was faintly surprised that she didn’t try to run as he advanced on her. A smarter man might have realized that he was walking into a trap, but the words ‘smart’ and ‘David Birch’ rarely went together in a sentence. He closed in on her and grabbed the back of her hair, meaning to pull her in for a kiss, when she grabbed his hair and pulled his head aside. He had a brief glimpse of glowing red eyes and luminous white fangs before he felt a tearing pain in his neck. He was so stunned by the rapid turn of events that he couldn’t even scream as he felt his heart’s blood being drained from him.
As Scully felt David’s memories and thoughts enter her own mind, she became outraged. She saw his past and saw his plans for her- a quick sodomization and then slitting of her throat as he finished. She was angry and wanted to punish him for presuming that he had the right to do that to anyone, let alone her. It was the anger in the end that almost pushed her to drain him, not the hunger or the thrill of the hunt. In fact, the hunt didn’t really thrill her much at all. She could feel her beast, but it didn’t really fill her with excitement the way she remembered Nick’s experiences when he was a fledgling. “Thank you again, Mulder,” she thought.
It was the thought of Mulder that helped her to release Birch before she killed him. She didn’t want to sour their relationship with homicidal tendencies, do she dropped Birch.
“In the end you stopped. That’s all that matters, Dana,” Nick said. “It proves to me, and to yourself, that you are in control. Not the beast. That is important, and will help you deal with everything else.”
Scully wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and spat the taste of his thin, sour blood out of her mouth. “What now, Nick?” she asked.
“Now we wait until he comes to, and you get to practice your whammy some more,” Nick said with a smile.
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Hénri Duval’s Antiquities
12:00 a.m. Friday.
Mac walked into the antiques shop, eagerness and skepticism warring in his heart. The dealer had emailed him photos and details about the sword, but he wouldn’t be certain until he saw it for himself. He had tried to acquire this sword over 200 years ago, “if it’s the same sword,” he mumbled to himself. He had been outbid at an auction in London by some simpering twit of a minor noble. “Bloody idiot had no appreciation of fine steel!” MacLeod thought. “Just wanted to show off how wealthy the family was.”
“Pardon me?” he heard from beside him. He had been so preoccupied with his memories of that event, and the attendant emotions, that he had failed to notice that he was speaking out loud. He turned and looked upon the source of the question. A dark haired ingénue with pale white skin was considering him with a puzzled frown, which caused her full lips to pout ever so slightly. He was instantly entranced with the lovely creature before him. “My apologies, my lady. I was lost in thought and hadn’t realized that I had spoken aloud,” he said with a courtly half-bow. He swept her hand up to his mouth for a kiss and introduced himself; “I am Duncan MacLeod, at your service.”
“Janette dúCharme,” she replied with a very slight curtsy. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she said, automatically falling into a pattern of courtly behavior.
They both stood there for a moment. He had not released her hand, and she made no motion to withdraw it from his. He was about to speak when they both started at the voice of the shop’s owner. “Monsieur MacLeod, you’re early!” he said in his loud, booming voice.
Mac dropped her hand and they took half a step away from each other. He turned to Hénri and said, “Not a problem, Hénri, I can wait for a moment.” He turned back toward the beautiful woman he was just meeting but she was gone.
“No, no. We had completed our business already,” he boomed. “Come, come. I think you will be well pleased by what I have to show you.” He waved Mac back toward the rear of the shop.
MacLeod stared at the door, wondering why she had so quickly fled his side. He slowly walked back to where Hénri was waiting for him, “Alright Hénri, you had better not have flown me all the way out here for nothing…” he trailed off, not able to completely remove his thoughts from the lovely Janette dúCharme.
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Janette walked briskly away from the shop. She had had to leave lest she turn one of Hénri’s customers into a lunch snack. “He would never forgive me,” she thought. It was too bad, she thought. Mr. MacLeod was as appetizing a man as she had seen in decades. With his courtly manners and his overwhelming masculinity. “Enough!” she chastised herself. “Mortals are too fragile to make good playmates,” she told herself. “And it would be a shame to waste such a fine specimen on nothing more than a quick snack.”
Janette put all thought of him out of her mind and headed back to her club. She would find someone there to play with.
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MacLeod couldn’t get the girl off of his mind. He haggled half-heartedly with Hénri over the sword. It was indeed the sword he had tried to acquire over 200 years ago, and as happy as he was to find it, he was more interested in finding out about the girl he had met at the shop. She intrigued him greatly.
“Very well, Monsieur MacLeod. Shall I ship it to Seattle for you, or would you prefer to take it with you?” Hénri asked.
“Hmm?” Mac was shaken from his reverie. “I’m sorry Hénri, what did you ask?”
Hénri paused for a moment to consider his old acquaintance, “What is wrong, monsieur? You seem to be distracted.” He then noticed the look in MacLeod’s eyes. “Ah ha, it is Mademoiselle dúCharme, is it not? You are taken with her, yes?”
“She is a very striking girl, Hénri. Does she often utilize your services?” Mac asked, hoping to appear even slightly nonchalant. He knew he had failed when Hénri ignored his spoken question and answered, instead, his unspoken one.
“She has a club, ‘Corbeau’ it is called. Here I have a card,” he said as he ambled off toward his desk. “Yes, yes. Here it is,” he said- waving it over his head as he returned to MacLeod’s side.
“What do you know of her, Hénri?” Mac asked.
Hénri smiled, seeing that this man was smitten by the considerable charms of his other late night customer. “She only ever comes here at night. Never during business hours. I think she is a very private person, I know nothing about her except that her knowledge of fine antique jewelry far outstrips my own not inconsiderable talents. I only know that she has a club, because she usually has her purchases shipped there.”
MacLeod was disappointed that Hénri could not share anything of substance about the intriguing girl. “How long have you known her?”
“She first came here several years ago, but only in the last eighteen months have I seen here more than once a year or so,” Hénri answered. I think she opened her club here around that time,” he added. He watched as MacLeod pondered for a moment, then added, “There is something about her, No? She has about her an elegance that one rarely sees in today’s youth. She descends from aristocracy, perhaps? A younger daughter of some European nobility, seeking anonymity in the new world?”
Mac chuckled at his friend’s flights of fancy. “No doubt you’re correct, Hénri.”
Sensing that the discussion was at an end, Hénri repeated his question, “The sword Monsieur, shall I ship it to Seattle?”
“Hmm? No, Hénri. I believe I shall take it along with me,” he decided that he wanted to take it to his hotel room and examine it in greater detail. After all, he had wanted to find this sword for a long time. “After that, perhaps a drink,” he thought. “I’m sure I can find a nice club somewhere in Buffalo…”
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Vachon’s Church
1am
Had Scully been there to see it, she would have wondered if vampire training came from hidden textbook that all master vampires were required to use as a course syllabus. Though Vachon didn’t use the deep imprinting technique Nick used, everything else was very similar. Vachon encouraged her into her first flight, which went quite well until she tried to land. He drove his fangs entirely through his bottom lip in an effort not to laugh out loud when Tracy couldn’t slow down enough and ended up crashing and rolling several meters. It reminded him exactly of that ski-jumper they showed at the beginning of ABC’s Wide World of Sports back in the 1980’s while the voice over commented on ‘The Agony of Defeat.’
She picked up on the hide-and-seek part very quickly. She could follow Vachon in her mind’s eye quite clearly. She was awe-struck at the keenness of her senses, extremely excited at the possibilities.
“No wonder Nick always catches the bad-guy,” she said excitedly to Vachon. “I feel like everything around me is just dying to tell me all about itself. I can see the energy emanating from the tiniest speck of living material, plant or animal!” She grabbed Vachon in a hug and spun them around, “This is so wonderful, Javier!!” she laughed with delight.
Vachon smiled, basking in the delight he felt from his childé, so unlike his other daughter, Urs. “Yes Querida. I could never understand Knight’s desire to give up all of this.”
“What do you mean?” Tracy demanded. “Nick doesn’t want to be a vampire?” she asked incredulously.
“I think that has changed recently,” Javier said. “You should ask him about it if you’re curious.” One thing Javier did not want to do, now that things were going good, was to presume to tell Knight’s partner things about his past. Knight was scary enough on a diet of cow blood. Now he was at full strength and Vachon didn’t care to do anything that would piss him off.
“I will!” Tracy said, shaking her head. She couldn’t imagine how someone could have this gift and want to give it up.
“Worry about that later,” Vachon said, wanting to distract her from that line of thinking. “You have learned enough for tonight. Let’s go upstairs,” he growled softly in her ear. “I think your hard work deserves a reward, don’t you?” he asked, nibbling but not penetrating her earlobe.
Tracy shivered in delight. “I always wanted to be the teacher’s pet,” she moaned thickly.
They entwined their fingers together and gently floated up the stairs and into Vachon’s, now their bedroom. As they set down, He silently asked her to stand still, and then began to undress her.
Tracy could not restrain herself from trembling as Vachon began to unbutton her blouse. His eyes never left hers as he worked each button free. He began to whisper to her through their link, telling her that she was beautiful, that she haunted his dreams when he was asleep, and his thoughts when he was awake.
Finally he had her shirt open. He slowly pushed the material over her shoulders, caressing her arms as he slid it off of her, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She could barely stand; the feel of his hands tenderly stroking her skin, combined with the raw emotion and desire he was communicating were threatening to reduce her to a quivering wreck. Vachon filled her with smoldering passion and her heart and body both ached to have him inside her.
Vachon paused for a moment after he unhooked the clasp on Tracy’s bra. He spoke as he slowly slid his hands under the cups of the now loose bra and ran his thumbs over her erect nipples, “No one has ever made me feel like you make me feel, Querida. I burn for you, to be inside you and feel you inside me.” He was virtually panting as he rasped out the words. “You’re like a drug, Tracy, now that I’ve had you, no one else could ever satisfy me.
Tracy was overwhelmed. Her pale flesh was coated in a gloss of blood-sweat, blood tears were flowing freely down her face, and she was so wet for him that her pants were soaked through. Her ability to speak had fled her entirely.
“Shh, Querida. Don’t try to speak; I know,” he whispered as he slid her bra off of her shoulders and let it drop. He finally broke eye contact with her, leaning forward to kiss her throat, collecting the blood from her skin as he moved up to her ear and began to work it over with his lips, teeth and tongue.
She didn’t even notice that he had undone the buttons on her jeans when she felt them fall to the floor. She was lost in the sensation of her lover laving her entire body with his tongue, kissing and suckling every square inch of her flesh, moving around her body and he moved down. Where he was kissing and tasting her along the graceful curve of her spine, his hands were stroking and caressing her breasts and abdomen. He slid his hands slowly down her flanks to the waistband of her panties while he worked the area of the base of her spine with his mouth. Once he had pulled her saturated panties off of her down to the floor, he had her step out of the puddle of clothing she was in- turning her to face him.
Vachon was on his knees in supplication before his angel. He ran his hands up the backs of her slender legs, stroking up and across the crease at the top of her thighs while looking up into her wildly red eyes. Never mind that she didn’t actually need to breathe, Her fangs had fully dropped and she was panting like a steam bellows, fanning the flames of his desire. The smell of her sex right in front of him was making him insane with the need to taste her.
Tracy watched, riveted, as her lover buried his face into the juncture of her thighs. They were both moaning in delight as he licked and suckled her. His hands on her ass pressed her onto his mouth with a great deal of force, as if he were trying to consume her whole. It was for the best really- it was the only thing keeping her upright because her legs had failed her completely the moment his mouth latched onto her. As he worked her over with his lips and tongue, she felt her already dizzying arousal climb into the stratosphere. She was moaning and groaning so loudly that she was sure people in the next province could hear her. She needed to cum like she had never needed anything in her life.
His childé’s need was beating against him like a battering ram. Finally the combination of her need and his own was too much for him to resist any longer. In an amazing display of speed he released her, tore off his own clothes and impaled her before her feet even hit the floor. He lasted about three strokes before he had to bury his fangs in her throat.
He had moved so quickly that she didn’t even realize that he had let her go before he had sunk into her and began pumping rapidly. Already on the cusp of orgasm for several minutes, she immediately drove her fangs into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
They both came, nearly simultaneously, and harder than either had ever experienced before. They experienced their own, and the other’s at once. The sensation and emotion were like a standing sound wave that gets returned to the source, creating feedback. The orgasm amplified until each was driven into unconsciousness. “But what a way to go!” one of them thought as darkness overcame them.
Author: TheBear!
Crossover: XF/HL/FK
Pairings: M/S N/N T/V
161,428 words
15-Apr-02
Disclaimer—I don’t own any of it.
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Chapter 12
Toronto Homicide, 96th Precinct.
7:00 p.m. Thursday
After Nick had Scully practice her ‘Whammy’ on a few of the homeless denizens of the street he took her with him to the precinct so that he could talk to the captain about some time off.
As Nick was in the captain’s office, she sat at his desk and looked around the precinct. She wondered how many times she had been in homicide departments, similar to this one, working on a case, or following one of Mulder’s far-fetched leads. “Three hundred and thirty seven,” she suddenly realized as her newly found perfect memory quickly shunted through each and every one of them in a blur of images.
“You forgot to mention perfect recall, Nick,” she thought. She had always envied Mulder’s ability to remember everything; whereas he had thought of it almost as a curse. Thinking back on Nick’s memories of the horrors he had committed in his immortal youth, she could see Mulder’s point. She herself could remember in exact detail her own recent murderous behavior. “You were right Mulder. No matter how we dress it up in circumstance, it is still murder,” she thought.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in Nick’s chair. He was still blocking her link with Mulder, and all she saw was the insides of her eyelids. The rest of her senses, however, were almost overloaded with the activity around her. She could hear the heartbeats of the detectives working around her. She could smell the perfume of their blood singing in their veins. Even though it called out to the vampire in her, she found that she could easily control it. She had fed well before she and Nick had flown here, “Plus, when you have filet mignon waiting at home, you don’t find ground chuck all that tempting,” she thought.
“What do you mean by that?” Nick asked her as he approached the desk, questioning her unspoken comment.
Scully opened her eyes and regarded her ‘master’ for a moment before answering. “The stuff in the bottle satisfies the hunger, but it is not as good as it is ‘straight from the tap’ as it were,” she evaded.
“That’s true, but you weren’t thinking of the bottled product, were you?” Nick asked as he stood in front of her, arms folded across his chest.
“Even from the source, I can’t imagine regular human blood coming close to Mulder’s,” she mused with a sigh, the wonder and desire evident in her voice. “When I drink from him, it’s like fire running through my soul. He burns into me and it’s as though I can feel him in each individual cell in my body.” She shivered slightly as her perfect memory replayed their last encounter for her. “I don’t know if it’s his love, his immortality, or both; but I think Mulder has spoiled me for anything or anyone else; even your blood, Nick. I know when I drink from you that it is the blood of my maker, and I can tell that it’s different, certainly better than human, but it’s just not like Mulder.”
Nick could feel the pleasure/desire emanating from her. He was awed at the strength of the bond Dana had with her lover. He hoped that he and Natalie would have something similar.
Scully shook herself out of her reverie, “Did you get your vacation squared away Nick?” she asked as she stood before her Father in Darkness. She giggled at that thought, ‘Father in Darkness,’ “Dark Daddy.” She thought to him.
“Impudent Childé!” he thought back to her with a mock growl. He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face entirely, though. He was relieved that she and Mulder had so quickly accepted some of the darker aspects of their new reality without falling into the despondency that had haunted him for so long.
Scully sobered slightly, saying, “I think the difference might be that Mulder and I have each other to remind us that we aren’t monsters. At that time, LaCroix wanted you to act like a monster, and you didn’t have anyone to tell you differently.”
“Never forget, Dana, that we have that monster inside us and we must keep it under tight control, or it will dominate us,” Nick whispered.
“We had that darkness in us even before we were changed, Nick. I know it has been so long ago, but surely you remember having to fight the darkness in your soul, even before you changed.” Scully said.
“Yes, that’s true, it’s just more powerful now.” He replied.
“You’re right, Nick. But now we are more powerful as well,” she replied.
Nick changed the subject, “Anyway, to answer your question, Yes. I got the vacation. Now we need to see if Nat can get hers, and we will be set.”
“What did you tell your captain?” Scully asked.
“I didn’t have to tell him anything, Tracy was there first,” he said deadpan.
Scully chortled at that. “I take it she doesn’t keep secrets well?” she said as they stopped and looked around to be sure no one was watching.
“Oh, she can keep a secret when she thinks it is important, like the truth about vampires. But for everything else, she is an inveterate gossip,” he replied, smiling down at her.
Scully suddenly realized how close they were to one another, and how their low conversation and continuous eye contact must appear to everyone else around them. She could hear their increased pulse-rates, and she could feel everyone in the precinct staring at them.
Nick heard the sudden lull in conversation around them and realized that he and Dana were standing in each other’s personal space, carrying on an intimate conversation. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, “I can hear the rumor mill gearing up now, Dana.”
Scully laughed and said, “Oh come on, Daddy, lets have some fun with them. It’s not as if Natalie is going to have a problem with it,” she said as she stepped closer to him, until they were almost touching. She wrapped her arm around his waist and tried to lead him out.
Nick stood there, staring down at his daughter. “Oh you are a brash, impetuous childé.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and allowed her to tug him out of the precinct. It was all he could do not to laugh out-loud at the whispers he heard starting up behind them as they left.
Scully didn’t restrain herself. She heard some of the comments and laughed out loud. When he looked at her with eyebrows raised, she said, “No offense intended Nick- Natalie is a lovely woman, but the thought of having sex with her doesn’t do anything for me at all; and the idea of sex with you seems almost incestuous- let alone having you both at once!”
Nick did laugh at that. He then paused for a moment, as if trying to come to a decision. He had his arms crossed, with his left hand against his mouth like ‘The Thinker’. After a minute, he seemed to come to a decision. He said, “Now, we are going to practice something important; something very dangerous as well. You will need to exercise an enormous amount of control over your hunger, and your bloodlust.”
Scully was intrigued, “What are we going to do?”
As he took to the sky, Nick answered her question, “Hunt.”
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Toronto Coroner’s Office, Morgue.
7:00 p.m. Thursday
Natalie snuck up on Grace as she was intently looking at some sample slides. “Evening Grace,” Natalie whispered in her ear.
“Good Lord, Girl!” Grace said after jumping halfway out of her seat. “You like to have frightened a year off my life!” She stood up and turned around, hands on her hips and mock glaring at the unrepentant woman in front of her. She then noticed the tall good-looking man with Natalie. “Who’s this fine young man? You finally get tired of waiting for Detective Knight to come to his senses?”
Mulder guffawed at that, and at seeing Natalie’s blush. “No Ma’am, just keeping Nick’s fiancé company while she takes care of a few things,” he said, waiting for the look of shock and surprise that he expected after Natalie’s briefing on Grace during their ride from the Raven. He wasn’t disappointed.
“What did he just call you?!” Grace practically shouted, gripping her shoulders and turning Natalie to face her.
Natalie couldn’t keep the big, goofy grin off of her face as she lifted her left hand up for Grace’s inspection. “He finally came to his senses,” She replied.
Grace grabbed Natalie's hand and brought the ring up for a closer inspection. “Good Lord, girl. That man don’t do anything by halves, does he?” she said as she brought her eyes up from the ring to Natalie’s face.
Even though slightly embarrassed she couldn’t help but say, “No, he does everything over-the-top.”
Grace laughed at that. “When’s the wedding, dear?”
Still bearing that goofy, tooth-baring grin, Natalie replied, “December 30th, two weeks from Saturday.”
“Lord above, Girl! That’s awfully fast, isn’t it? Can you plan a wedding in 2 weeks?” Grace asked, stunned.
“Well, it’s not going to be formal, we will just have a few friends and some extended family, not a big church wedding.” Natalie’s smile turned into a sly grin, “besides, now that he’s pulled his head out, I’m not letting him change his mind!”
Mulder laughed out loud at that, and Grace joined him.
Natalie realized that she hadn’t even introduced Mulder to Grace. “I’m sorry; Grace, this is Agent Mulder with the FBI; Mulder, this is Grace Balthazar, my assistant.”
“Oh? Is there a new case you guys are working on? I hadn’t heard anything.” Grace began.
“No, my partner and I are actually on vacation.” Mulder answered. We’re going to stick around for the wedding.”
“Friends or extended family?” Grace wondered aloud, arching her brow, clearly interested in this faucet of Natalie’s life that she was previously unaware of.
Natalie jumped in, afraid of what Mulder might say, “Would you like the hot lights and rubber hose now, Grace? Or are you waiting for a more opportune point in the interrogation?” she said with a smile and a laugh. “Dana, Mulder’s partner, is related to Nick. Kind of like a distant niece.”
Grace gave Natalie a look, like she was humoring her by dropping it for now, but would be back to revisit the subject later, “Mm Hmm. What are you doing in tonight, Natalie? I didn’t expect you back yet.”
“I just came in to get some vacation arranged. We’ve got plans to make, and a honeymoon to enjoy afterward.” Natalie said; her goofy grin back in place. Plus she knew that nothing would sidetrack her assistant like sexual innuendo.
Grace smiled openly and teased, “I bet you’re not waiting for the honeymoon!”
Natalie put on a straight face and deadpanned, “Well, practice makes perfect.”
“I heard that!” Grace said, ever the relationship cheerleader. “You get yourself situated and be sure I get an invite when you figure out where you’re having it! The wedding, I mean. You can just tape the honeymoon.”
Mulder cackled at that, not able to contain himself at the look on Natalie’s face.
Natalie rolled her eyes at Mulder’s antics and said, “Oh, you are bad Grace!”
“You know it!” she agreed.
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Ontario Watcher Chapterhouse
8:45 p.m. Thursday
Methos was checking the database, trying to figure out who might have been involved in the fight from which he had seen the quickening. There were actually several in the province besides himself, Mac, and Froag. As he was perusing the db, an update on one Willy Williams came through. His watcher, Ken Baker, was relatively new to the group and this was only his second charge. His first had been a very young one, only a couple of years as an immortal. He died in the first 6 months and Baker had been reassigned to Williams. Willy was about 250 years old, and was a real piece of work. He had been an indentured servant brought over from England in the 1750s. He was a thief and a scoundrel and only came to America to escape the hangman’s noose at home. Methos wondered how this guy had survived two years, let alone over two centuries as an immortal. He attacked any immortal he came across, in public or not. If he found one who was his better, he would find a way to escape the fight and run away. He was apparently in Toronto after being chased out of Buffalo, NY by just such a circumstance.
“I guess he learned his lesson at last,” Methos thought as he read the narrative of the battle that ended Willy Williams’ tenure among the Immortals. As he continued to read, he began to get a feeling that this was not entirely right. The description of the fight seemed pretty routine, but some of the details didn’t fit. By the time he had gotten to the part about the woman with long curly black hair in a green Cadillac; and the two taking the body and head with them, Methos began to think that this entire narrative was a sham. He reread the vague description of the immortal that took Williams’ head and thought of a new immortal that fit that description perfectly. “That would make the longhaired woman Natalie Lambert,” he thought. “That can’t be right, Mulder doesn’t even have a sword, does he?” he asked himself. Methos ran a quick check to find out where Baker was staying, and took off, deciding to go speak to him face to face.
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Vachon’s Church
9:00 p.m. Thursday.
Tracy sinuously stretched her lissom nude form out on the bed, savoring the sensations she had been experiencing. She had awoken at sunset with a ravenous hunger, quickly satiated by the four and a half bottles of blood Vachon had handed her, one after the other, chuckling as she downed them as fast as she could.
Halfway through the fifth bottle, her stomach appeased, a new hunger overtook her. Through their newly forged link, Tracy could feel Vachon’s desire. His need to possess her ignited her own yearning. What had followed was the most intense four hours in her life. They had made vigorous, ardent love- varying between furious bouts of physical prowess; and long, slow, languid sex that drove her insane with need and desire as he teased and tormented her before allowing her release.
Vachon watched Tracy stretching out on the sheets like a cat waking from a nap. The sweet taste of her blood still lingered in his mouth and he savored it like the finest wine. “Thank God for vampiric stamina,” he thought. Tracy had been an insatiable sexual monster, seemingly intent on draining every last ounce of life out of him.
Tracy giggled as she caught that thought from her lover. “You make it sound as though I was taking you against your will, Javier,” she said, laughing.
“Not at all Querida,” he replied. “I just thought we might want to get out of bed while it is still night,” he joked. “Seriously Trace, We need to get some basics covered if you want to be able to go back to work in a week.”
“Seriously? When have you ever taken anything seriously, Vachon?” she pouted, clearly wanting to lie about for a while longer.
Vachon realized that they seemed to have switched roles. Tracy was usually the overly controlled one, driven by duty and responsibility; whereas he was the one who was usually carefree and easygoing.
“I take you seriously, Tracy. I love you,” he answered. “I want you to be happy, and I know you want to keep working as a cop.” He reached out and tenderly stroked her face, “In order to do that, you need to get the basics down and be able to control the blood lust.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, then moved down to her ear and whispered, “If you’re a good girl, and learn fast, I might be persuaded to give you a treat,” then he pierced the lobe of her ear with a single fang, nearly causing her to have an orgasm just from that.
Her every nerve ending was hypersensitive to sexual stimulation. Tracy quivered as Vachon pulled away, stood up and walked away toward the shower. “Oh you fight dirty, Javier!” she moaned, watching his delicious butt, actually licking her lips at the thought of sinking her teeth into it.
Vachon felt the desires and emotions running rampant through his childé, stirring his own, and relented slightly. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at her when he saw her eyes fixed on his backside, “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked.
She leapt out of bed and attacked his mouth with a searing kiss, stroking his fangs with her tongue and digging her nails into the object of her attention. She didn’t know what it was about this man, but somehow he inflamed her desire like no one else had ever before. Even in her most erotic fantasies she hadn’t imagined being so eager and hungry for sex. While she wasn’t a prude, she hadn’t really been a particularly sexual creature. She slept with her boyfriends in the past more for their benefit than hers. When she did orgasm it was usually at her own hand. Typically, it was brief and, while pleasant enough, certainly nothing to write home about.
With Vachon, she was sex: hot, steamy, and wet. When she came, it was like she was on fire, burning from the inside out. No one had ever made her feel like that, and she was very rapidly becoming addicted. These feelings and desires made her want to do things that she had never wanted to do before.
She had never been especially fond of oral sex, usually reserving it for birthdays and Christmas, if she was in a relationship at the time. It wasn’t that she found it especially distasteful, just that she didn’t take much pleasure in it. With Vachon she was learning that it could be just as pleasurable to give head as to receive it.
Vachon felt Tracy slide down the length of his body, dragging her erect nipples down his torso, and licking and sucking his skin as she went. She scraped her fangs across his abdomen and licked the droplets of blood from him, causing him to moan. “I have a feeling that we aren’t going to make it to the shower,” he rasped out just as she closed her mouth over his stiff member.
Vachon heard her respond through their link; “Hmm, do you care?”
“Nuh Ohhhh,” was all he could reply as she took him all the way into her throat and began to lave his balls with her tongue. Not having to breathe certainly made an already good thing even more enjoyable. She refused to slide more than halfway off of him before gobbling him back down, increasing her pace, and grabbing his ass to encourage his thrusts. Vachon was wracked by guilt and desire. If he had initiated this activity, or even suggested it he would have fully expected to be slapped for being a misogynist pig; especially with a ‘modern’ woman like Tracy. This was, however, absolutely the hottest, sexiest thing any woman had ever done for him in nearly 500 years of life. He had absolutely no control, and couldn’t have stopped if someone rammed a wooden stake through his heart. When she offered her left wrist so he could cum, her other hand busy driving herself toward orgasm, he thought he would explode.
She felt like a harlot, but she found his reaction to her attentions so stimulating that she couldn’t help herself. She was enjoying this almost as much as he was. As Vachon bit down on her wrist, Tracy pulled back so that he came right in her mouth, the combination of his blood ejaculate and her own ministrations brought her to powerful orgasm of her own.
Vachon fell back against the doorframe, utterly spent. Tracy carefully licked him clean and said, “You can return the favor in the shower.” With that she bounced to her feet and sauntered off to the bathroom.
“Woman, You’re going to kill me yet,” Vachon thought as he staggered off after her, waiting for the vampire’s recuperative powers to kick in.
It was after 11 by the time the couple made it outside of the church to begin Tracy’s training.
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The Dirty Mick bar and grille
10:00 p.m.
She had done it. It was very hard to stop in time, and she could tell that Nick was just about to pull her off forcefully, but she managed to stop. She could still hear his heart beating rapidly in fear, even though he was unconscious. “Good! The bastard should be afraid!” she said.
Nick chuckled, “I almost thought you weren’t going to stop there for a moment, Dana.”
“I think it was more rage than hunger, Nick. I was so pissed off that he thought he could do that to me!” she answered.
Nick had taken her to what he described as the seediest bar in Toronto. “I thought we were going hunting Nick,” she had protested upon seeing the dive he was leading her into. She was still leery about the very idea, but he would only say ‘trust me’ when she tried to question him. In the end, she decided that she did trust him. She knew he didn’t kill for food, and hadn’t in over a century. She didn’t think he would make her kill.
“You are hunting, Dana. I would never teach you to hunt innocents, and we are not here to kill anyone. However, you will, essentially, be committing assault and battery. Therefore, we will be choosing prey that warrants such treatment, or rather, you will be letting your prey choose you.
“What do you mean?” Scully asked.
“Sexual predators are plentiful, easy to find, and who better to suffer a little turnabout? All you have to do is hang out for a while, be seen; be seen to be alone and ‘vulnerable’ and then walk out and see who follows.” Nick said. “I will be out back. Come around before you let your prey get close and I’ll help you if you need it.”
She knew that he meant that he would help her to stop from killing her prey, not that she’d require any help defending herself. She went in and nursed a drink for a little while, pretending to drink, while she surveyed the crowd. It didn’t take long to pick out two or three who were eyeing her like their next meal. She would have felt nervous in this place even with a gun before her change. Now she could feel the predator in her becoming excited in anticipation. She also knew that she could control it. Mulder’s immortal blood had given her control unheard of in a fledgling vampire. She knew from her link with Nick that, with the vibe of barely constrained violence in the air, and the smell of mortal blood that filled the room, most newborns would be tearing into the crowd with unrestrained ferocity. She again thanked God for the gift that was her lover. Not only did he make her a happy, well-adjusted person, he also helped her to be a happy, well-adjusted vampire.
“I think that’s enough for one night,” she said to herself and got up to leave. She noticed one of the lurkers cutting a line to intercept her before she got to the door, and quickened her pace just enough to get out ahead of him, but not enough to lose him in the crowd. “He’s going to be in for a shock,” she thought. She heard Nick admonish her not to get too eager- to maintain control.
“Hey, darlin’ where you running off to? The party is inside,” he said.
Scully put on her best ‘frightened woman’ face and said. “Just leave me alone!” and ran around the building and down the alley.
“We’re going to party one way or the other!” the man growled and followed her around the back of the building. As he rounded the corner, he stopped short when he saw the hot little redhead he was after standing in the back alley, hands on her hips and glaring at him. He looked around to see if anyone else was around, but didn’t see anyone. “Well, well little lady. Looks like it’s just you and me. Now why don’t you come over here and let me show you how a real man treats a lady.”
Scully smirked and said, “Don’t you understand? No means No!”
The man, one David Birch- a three time loser who was out on bail, awaiting sentencing for his latest conviction for sexual battery (plead down from felony rape) - had never taken no for an answer, and didn’t see a need to start now. It would, of course, be a serious error this time.
He was faintly surprised that she didn’t try to run as he advanced on her. A smarter man might have realized that he was walking into a trap, but the words ‘smart’ and ‘David Birch’ rarely went together in a sentence. He closed in on her and grabbed the back of her hair, meaning to pull her in for a kiss, when she grabbed his hair and pulled his head aside. He had a brief glimpse of glowing red eyes and luminous white fangs before he felt a tearing pain in his neck. He was so stunned by the rapid turn of events that he couldn’t even scream as he felt his heart’s blood being drained from him.
As Scully felt David’s memories and thoughts enter her own mind, she became outraged. She saw his past and saw his plans for her- a quick sodomization and then slitting of her throat as he finished. She was angry and wanted to punish him for presuming that he had the right to do that to anyone, let alone her. It was the anger in the end that almost pushed her to drain him, not the hunger or the thrill of the hunt. In fact, the hunt didn’t really thrill her much at all. She could feel her beast, but it didn’t really fill her with excitement the way she remembered Nick’s experiences when he was a fledgling. “Thank you again, Mulder,” she thought.
It was the thought of Mulder that helped her to release Birch before she killed him. She didn’t want to sour their relationship with homicidal tendencies, do she dropped Birch.
“In the end you stopped. That’s all that matters, Dana,” Nick said. “It proves to me, and to yourself, that you are in control. Not the beast. That is important, and will help you deal with everything else.”
Scully wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and spat the taste of his thin, sour blood out of her mouth. “What now, Nick?” she asked.
“Now we wait until he comes to, and you get to practice your whammy some more,” Nick said with a smile.
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Hénri Duval’s Antiquities
12:00 a.m. Friday.
Mac walked into the antiques shop, eagerness and skepticism warring in his heart. The dealer had emailed him photos and details about the sword, but he wouldn’t be certain until he saw it for himself. He had tried to acquire this sword over 200 years ago, “if it’s the same sword,” he mumbled to himself. He had been outbid at an auction in London by some simpering twit of a minor noble. “Bloody idiot had no appreciation of fine steel!” MacLeod thought. “Just wanted to show off how wealthy the family was.”
“Pardon me?” he heard from beside him. He had been so preoccupied with his memories of that event, and the attendant emotions, that he had failed to notice that he was speaking out loud. He turned and looked upon the source of the question. A dark haired ingénue with pale white skin was considering him with a puzzled frown, which caused her full lips to pout ever so slightly. He was instantly entranced with the lovely creature before him. “My apologies, my lady. I was lost in thought and hadn’t realized that I had spoken aloud,” he said with a courtly half-bow. He swept her hand up to his mouth for a kiss and introduced himself; “I am Duncan MacLeod, at your service.”
“Janette dúCharme,” she replied with a very slight curtsy. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she said, automatically falling into a pattern of courtly behavior.
They both stood there for a moment. He had not released her hand, and she made no motion to withdraw it from his. He was about to speak when they both started at the voice of the shop’s owner. “Monsieur MacLeod, you’re early!” he said in his loud, booming voice.
Mac dropped her hand and they took half a step away from each other. He turned to Hénri and said, “Not a problem, Hénri, I can wait for a moment.” He turned back toward the beautiful woman he was just meeting but she was gone.
“No, no. We had completed our business already,” he boomed. “Come, come. I think you will be well pleased by what I have to show you.” He waved Mac back toward the rear of the shop.
MacLeod stared at the door, wondering why she had so quickly fled his side. He slowly walked back to where Hénri was waiting for him, “Alright Hénri, you had better not have flown me all the way out here for nothing…” he trailed off, not able to completely remove his thoughts from the lovely Janette dúCharme.
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Janette walked briskly away from the shop. She had had to leave lest she turn one of Hénri’s customers into a lunch snack. “He would never forgive me,” she thought. It was too bad, she thought. Mr. MacLeod was as appetizing a man as she had seen in decades. With his courtly manners and his overwhelming masculinity. “Enough!” she chastised herself. “Mortals are too fragile to make good playmates,” she told herself. “And it would be a shame to waste such a fine specimen on nothing more than a quick snack.”
Janette put all thought of him out of her mind and headed back to her club. She would find someone there to play with.
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MacLeod couldn’t get the girl off of his mind. He haggled half-heartedly with Hénri over the sword. It was indeed the sword he had tried to acquire over 200 years ago, and as happy as he was to find it, he was more interested in finding out about the girl he had met at the shop. She intrigued him greatly.
“Very well, Monsieur MacLeod. Shall I ship it to Seattle for you, or would you prefer to take it with you?” Hénri asked.
“Hmm?” Mac was shaken from his reverie. “I’m sorry Hénri, what did you ask?”
Hénri paused for a moment to consider his old acquaintance, “What is wrong, monsieur? You seem to be distracted.” He then noticed the look in MacLeod’s eyes. “Ah ha, it is Mademoiselle dúCharme, is it not? You are taken with her, yes?”
“She is a very striking girl, Hénri. Does she often utilize your services?” Mac asked, hoping to appear even slightly nonchalant. He knew he had failed when Hénri ignored his spoken question and answered, instead, his unspoken one.
“She has a club, ‘Corbeau’ it is called. Here I have a card,” he said as he ambled off toward his desk. “Yes, yes. Here it is,” he said- waving it over his head as he returned to MacLeod’s side.
“What do you know of her, Hénri?” Mac asked.
Hénri smiled, seeing that this man was smitten by the considerable charms of his other late night customer. “She only ever comes here at night. Never during business hours. I think she is a very private person, I know nothing about her except that her knowledge of fine antique jewelry far outstrips my own not inconsiderable talents. I only know that she has a club, because she usually has her purchases shipped there.”
MacLeod was disappointed that Hénri could not share anything of substance about the intriguing girl. “How long have you known her?”
“She first came here several years ago, but only in the last eighteen months have I seen here more than once a year or so,” Hénri answered. I think she opened her club here around that time,” he added. He watched as MacLeod pondered for a moment, then added, “There is something about her, No? She has about her an elegance that one rarely sees in today’s youth. She descends from aristocracy, perhaps? A younger daughter of some European nobility, seeking anonymity in the new world?”
Mac chuckled at his friend’s flights of fancy. “No doubt you’re correct, Hénri.”
Sensing that the discussion was at an end, Hénri repeated his question, “The sword Monsieur, shall I ship it to Seattle?”
“Hmm? No, Hénri. I believe I shall take it along with me,” he decided that he wanted to take it to his hotel room and examine it in greater detail. After all, he had wanted to find this sword for a long time. “After that, perhaps a drink,” he thought. “I’m sure I can find a nice club somewhere in Buffalo…”
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Vachon’s Church
1am
Had Scully been there to see it, she would have wondered if vampire training came from hidden textbook that all master vampires were required to use as a course syllabus. Though Vachon didn’t use the deep imprinting technique Nick used, everything else was very similar. Vachon encouraged her into her first flight, which went quite well until she tried to land. He drove his fangs entirely through his bottom lip in an effort not to laugh out loud when Tracy couldn’t slow down enough and ended up crashing and rolling several meters. It reminded him exactly of that ski-jumper they showed at the beginning of ABC’s Wide World of Sports back in the 1980’s while the voice over commented on ‘The Agony of Defeat.’
She picked up on the hide-and-seek part very quickly. She could follow Vachon in her mind’s eye quite clearly. She was awe-struck at the keenness of her senses, extremely excited at the possibilities.
“No wonder Nick always catches the bad-guy,” she said excitedly to Vachon. “I feel like everything around me is just dying to tell me all about itself. I can see the energy emanating from the tiniest speck of living material, plant or animal!” She grabbed Vachon in a hug and spun them around, “This is so wonderful, Javier!!” she laughed with delight.
Vachon smiled, basking in the delight he felt from his childé, so unlike his other daughter, Urs. “Yes Querida. I could never understand Knight’s desire to give up all of this.”
“What do you mean?” Tracy demanded. “Nick doesn’t want to be a vampire?” she asked incredulously.
“I think that has changed recently,” Javier said. “You should ask him about it if you’re curious.” One thing Javier did not want to do, now that things were going good, was to presume to tell Knight’s partner things about his past. Knight was scary enough on a diet of cow blood. Now he was at full strength and Vachon didn’t care to do anything that would piss him off.
“I will!” Tracy said, shaking her head. She couldn’t imagine how someone could have this gift and want to give it up.
“Worry about that later,” Vachon said, wanting to distract her from that line of thinking. “You have learned enough for tonight. Let’s go upstairs,” he growled softly in her ear. “I think your hard work deserves a reward, don’t you?” he asked, nibbling but not penetrating her earlobe.
Tracy shivered in delight. “I always wanted to be the teacher’s pet,” she moaned thickly.
They entwined their fingers together and gently floated up the stairs and into Vachon’s, now their bedroom. As they set down, He silently asked her to stand still, and then began to undress her.
Tracy could not restrain herself from trembling as Vachon began to unbutton her blouse. His eyes never left hers as he worked each button free. He began to whisper to her through their link, telling her that she was beautiful, that she haunted his dreams when he was asleep, and his thoughts when he was awake.
Finally he had her shirt open. He slowly pushed the material over her shoulders, caressing her arms as he slid it off of her, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She could barely stand; the feel of his hands tenderly stroking her skin, combined with the raw emotion and desire he was communicating were threatening to reduce her to a quivering wreck. Vachon filled her with smoldering passion and her heart and body both ached to have him inside her.
Vachon paused for a moment after he unhooked the clasp on Tracy’s bra. He spoke as he slowly slid his hands under the cups of the now loose bra and ran his thumbs over her erect nipples, “No one has ever made me feel like you make me feel, Querida. I burn for you, to be inside you and feel you inside me.” He was virtually panting as he rasped out the words. “You’re like a drug, Tracy, now that I’ve had you, no one else could ever satisfy me.
Tracy was overwhelmed. Her pale flesh was coated in a gloss of blood-sweat, blood tears were flowing freely down her face, and she was so wet for him that her pants were soaked through. Her ability to speak had fled her entirely.
“Shh, Querida. Don’t try to speak; I know,” he whispered as he slid her bra off of her shoulders and let it drop. He finally broke eye contact with her, leaning forward to kiss her throat, collecting the blood from her skin as he moved up to her ear and began to work it over with his lips, teeth and tongue.
She didn’t even notice that he had undone the buttons on her jeans when she felt them fall to the floor. She was lost in the sensation of her lover laving her entire body with his tongue, kissing and suckling every square inch of her flesh, moving around her body and he moved down. Where he was kissing and tasting her along the graceful curve of her spine, his hands were stroking and caressing her breasts and abdomen. He slid his hands slowly down her flanks to the waistband of her panties while he worked the area of the base of her spine with his mouth. Once he had pulled her saturated panties off of her down to the floor, he had her step out of the puddle of clothing she was in- turning her to face him.
Vachon was on his knees in supplication before his angel. He ran his hands up the backs of her slender legs, stroking up and across the crease at the top of her thighs while looking up into her wildly red eyes. Never mind that she didn’t actually need to breathe, Her fangs had fully dropped and she was panting like a steam bellows, fanning the flames of his desire. The smell of her sex right in front of him was making him insane with the need to taste her.
Tracy watched, riveted, as her lover buried his face into the juncture of her thighs. They were both moaning in delight as he licked and suckled her. His hands on her ass pressed her onto his mouth with a great deal of force, as if he were trying to consume her whole. It was for the best really- it was the only thing keeping her upright because her legs had failed her completely the moment his mouth latched onto her. As he worked her over with his lips and tongue, she felt her already dizzying arousal climb into the stratosphere. She was moaning and groaning so loudly that she was sure people in the next province could hear her. She needed to cum like she had never needed anything in her life.
His childé’s need was beating against him like a battering ram. Finally the combination of her need and his own was too much for him to resist any longer. In an amazing display of speed he released her, tore off his own clothes and impaled her before her feet even hit the floor. He lasted about three strokes before he had to bury his fangs in her throat.
He had moved so quickly that she didn’t even realize that he had let her go before he had sunk into her and began pumping rapidly. Already on the cusp of orgasm for several minutes, she immediately drove her fangs into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
They both came, nearly simultaneously, and harder than either had ever experienced before. They experienced their own, and the other’s at once. The sensation and emotion were like a standing sound wave that gets returned to the source, creating feedback. The orgasm amplified until each was driven into unconsciousness. “But what a way to go!” one of them thought as darkness overcame them.
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