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 16
Nick’s loft
2:00 p.m. Saturday December 16th
Mulder woke up feeling like the sahara- dry and dusty. As he sat up, his stomach rumbled loudly. He drew on a pair of boxers and stumbled down to the kitchen. He felt very strange- other than the hunger and thirst, he was physically fine- no aches or pains at all. “After last night, I should be feeling like crap,” he thought, remembering the drunken revelry that last night’s celebration had turned into.
Most of the Toronto Community was there when Mulder and Scully arrived. They were celebrating the new additions to the community; Natalie and Tracy. Mulder and Scully got a lot of strange looks initially, but everyone saw that they were part of LaCroix’s inner circle- and they all knew that this was not the place or time to wonder too loudly about the new-comers. LaCroix was not one to annoy- especially about matters of family.
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The Raven
2 a.m.
They were laughing like two little kids when they finally made it to the Raven. They had been playing hide and seek for over an hour, testing and honing Mulder’s new flying skills. It was more of a game between them, much less serious than the training Scully had done with Nick. First of all, they couldn’t block each other at all, so it wasn’t too tough to find each other. It had degenerated into a glorious game of flying tag by the time they made it to the club.
“Gotcha!” Mulder whispered huskily in her ear as he landed behind her and roughly pressed her to himself.
Scully stopped laughing as she felt evidence of Mulder’s arousal in the small of her back. She caressed his arms as he held her snugly to him, one across her hips and the other just below her breasts. “Then take me!” she demanded, matching his throaty, breathless growl.
They were behind the club, but Mulder didn’t even look around to make sure they were alone before he acted. He reached inside her coat, and yanked her pants down to her thighs. With his other hand he pushed her down until she was bent over, arms against the rough brick wall supporting her. He unzipped his fly with one hand while pushing aside the material of her panties with the other.
She felt him plunge into her and begin thrusting powerfully. His hands ran over her body, massaging her breasts through the material of her shirt, and sliding down under her panties to start rubbing her clit. This was no long slow love making- this was fast and furious- it was about overwhelming desire and need- not tenderness and love.
It was exactly what they both required right now if they wanted to have even the slightest chance of acting like civilized human beings once they walked through the door into the club.
When Mulder came, it was so powerful that he thought he would pass out. He yanked Scully back upright and sank his teeth into the side of her neck, sucking powerfully at the river of cool blood beneath the skin.
Their link was almost as intimate as the bloodkiss already, and when he bit her- they were so unified that Scully came too- without a single drop of blood passing her lips.
This isn’t to say that she didn’t want any: as soon as Mulder pulled out; she spun around in his arms and sank her own teeth into him- reveling in the purely physical sensation of his hot blood splashing against the back of her throat, her tongue hungrily lapping at the perfumed sweetness.
She drained him- she couldn’t help herself. While she waited for his return, she cleaned them both up a little bit and put herself back together. “I am definitely buying some new clothes tomorrow!” she thought. “Sex in a power suit is too much of a hassle.” She never even considered the idea that they could just restrict their sexual encounters to more ‘appropriate’ times and places. She was thinking of short skirts and low cut tops, Lycra and Spandex.
Mulder gasped back to life just as Scully was tucking him back into his pants. “Sorry about that Scully,” he said. “I just couldn’t wait another second.” He felt a little sheepish at his selfishness.
Scully, of course, was having none of it. “Good! I want to make you so hot and bothered that you can’t stand to wait another second,” she said. Sometimes she felt like she needed him so badly that it made her want to scream. She was glad that she could make him feel the same way.
“Are you kidding? Just seeing you stand in front of me makes me think about spontaneous human combustion!” he said seriously. “Let’s go inside before I can’t restrain myself from ripping your clothes to shreds.
Scully took his hand and they walked into the club.
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Mulder noticed Nick’s partner out on the dance floor, grinding her body against that long-haired vampire that had accompanied them the night he was killed- for the first time. He pointed them out to Scully, who was looking for Nick. “There’s Nick’s partner, Tracy. She’s dancing with Vachon,” he shouted over the music. “Is she…”
Scully looked over where Mulder was indicating. “Oh yeah,” she shouted back- seeing the clear indicators of vampirism. She reached out with her senses and could feel her. She felt very similar to Vachon, “Must be because he brought her across,” she thought.
[What ‘Must be because he brought her across’?] Mulder asked, hearing that thought.
[They feel similar… alike. I don’t know how to explain it,] she replied.
[You can feel them through all these other people?] he asked, incredulous.
[Well, I can feel everybody around, but I can focus on them,] she started to explain [It is just like looking at someone in a crowd- you see everyone peripherally, but you focus on one at a time. Speaking of which…] she paused as she considered the crowd. [I think you’re the only one in this place that isn’t a vampire. At least not entirely.]
Vachon felt an awareness brush against his own for a moment and looked around to see from whom it was coming. He was surprised to see Nick’s childé and her lover staring at him and Tracy. “She couldn’t be strong enough to do that,” he thought. He waved at them and was then distracted from any more thoughts on the matter as Tracy turned around in his arms and began grinding her ass against his cock.
Scully stifled a snicker when she saw Vachon’s focus snap back to the lithe blond vampire that was pressed up against him. She began to drag Mulder through the crowd toward LaCroix’s office. She thought that that’s where Nick would probably be. She tried to tap into her link with him but found that he was too pre-occupied to answer.
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Nick had arrived earlier with Natalie to see LaCroix. They bypassed the gyrating bodies on the dance floor and went directly to LaCroix’s chambers. Following a brief welcome from her new grandfather, Nick took her down into the basement and into one of the hidden rooms below the Raven.
As he was about to open the door, Nick said, “You need a safe word, Natalie…” he began.
She looked confused, “A safe word?”
“Yeah… Casablanca. That’ll do,” he said as he opened the door, swept Natalie off of her feet and in an eye blink had her naked and chained to a pair of manacles hanging from the ceiling, arms stretched above her head.
“Nick! What…” she began, startled.
Nick stood behind her and put his hand over her mouth. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “If you really want me to stop, just say Casablanca.” Stepping away from her and around to the front, he continued in a powerful voice, “Otherwise, slave, you keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told! Understand?”
Natalie’s confusion rapidly changed to excitement and she was becoming very wet just standing there, naked before her fully dressed master. Her voice quivered as she responded, “Yes master.”
“Very good, slave.” Nick pulled out a remote control and pressed a button, causing the chain to lower, giving Natalie enough slack so that her hands were even with her face. “On your knees, slave!” he commanded.
Natalie did so, ending up with her hands stretched over her head again.
“Now, then. If you beg nicely, I might allow you to taste me,” he said, unzipping his trousers.
Natalie was already on fire; she didn’t see any whips or other forms of punishment in the room, so she deduced that Nick wanted her to be a totally compliant submissive slave for tonight’s game. She was eager to play any way he wanted. “Please! Please master! Let me suck you, let me taste you and drink you,” she entreated in a pleading voice.
“Very good, slave. You shall have your reward,” he said as he pulled his rapidly swelling member from his trousers and walked forward to her. He teased her with it for a few moments, eliciting further begging before he let her suck him into her mouth. She began to rapidly bob her head up and down on his cock, straining against her bonds to take as much of him in as he would allow. After not too long he began thrusting into her mouth and throat, His head tipped back in ecstasy, denying himself a taste of her blood in order to keep from coming.
So ardent was her excitement that Natalie was dripping on the floor. Though her mouth was too full to speak, she implored him through the link to take her blood, to release himself into her. Finally he gave in and tipped his head forward, sinking his fangs into the fleshy part of her hand above the shackles. Natalie pulled her head almost off of him and caught jet after jet in her mouth, holding it there until he was finished.
When at last his spent member slipped out of her mouth, Nick looked down at the face of his lover. She flashed him a mischievous grin and opened her mouth to show him the load he had deposited there. Then she leaned her head back, and swallowed with relish; licking and smacking her lips.
The sight made Nick hard again almost instantly, and he commanded that she should stand up. He then bent her forward so that her torso was approximately at a 45-degree angle to the floor. He then stepped behind her and sank into her in one smooth stroke. He began a slow, torturous pace that had Natalie begging and crying for more. He eventually built up speed until he was slamming into her, each stroke sending his balls up to slap her clitoris.
It was only the dearth of blood that kept Natalie from cumming like a freight train. She would have bitten herself, but her arms were pulled up and away from her behind her head, and Nick’s hand on her back kept her pressed down and unable to stand upright. He knew she was on the edge of orgasm, and he kept her there for several minutes until he gave in to his own need as well as hers, pulling her upright and driving his fangs into her neck. He withdrew after the barest taste- just enough to send another powerful orgasm ripping through his loins, filling her once again- but not enough to forge the link, not enough to let her cum.
Natalie was on the verge of hysterics- sobbing and begging him to let her cum. Her body was wound so tightly that she thought she would surely die if he didn’t let her cum.
Nick let himself fall out of her, ignoring her begging for the moment. He slowly stepped around to stand before her, trailing his fingers lightly over her supersensitive flesh as he walked. He slowly stroked her stomach and up between her breasts to her throat. He noticed that her nipples were so erect that they seemed to be trying to reach out to him from her heavy, swollen breasts. He whispered in her ear, “To whom do you belong, slave? Who owns you?”
Natalie could barely stand, her legs felt like they were straining to hold up the weight of the world. His fingers on her skin were like fiery brands, burning and scarring her flesh with pleasure so intense that it was all she could do not to flinch. Her thighs were soaked in the blood of her desire and her face was soaked with blood tears. She answered his whispered questions with a hoarse shout, “YOU DO, MASTER! I BELONG TO YOU!”
Nick smiled, not because he was torturing the love of his life, but because he knew that the orgasm she was about to have would be more intense than anything she had ever felt before. He thought about going minimalist- he could prick his finger on a single fang in her mouth and it would be enough to send her over the edge- but he wasn’t strong enough to deny himself the pleasure of sharing it with her. He whispered once more in her ear, ever so softly, “Should I let you cum, slave?”
Natalie could barely get through the sobs to whisper her answer, “Please? Please master? Oh, please master. I… I… b-beg you, please!”
Nick put his mouth to her throat and, with agonizing slowness, pierced the taught, flushed skin of her throat with his fangs. The moment he gave her permission, she drove her fangs into his shoulder. His blood hit her tongue and there was a quarter-second’s pause.
It felt like a nova went off in Natalie. She would later swear that she could feel each individual cell in her body burst with the intensity of the orgasm. She screamed so loudly that, had they not had the benefit of vampire healing, Natalie would have permanently lost all capacity for speech, and Nick would have been rendered eternally deaf.
Their shared orgasm was so intense that Natalie was hanging boneless from her manacles- her entire body still quivering- several minutes later as Nick finished cleaning himself up and went over to release her from the manacles.
Natalie was still basking in the afterglow when Nick un-cuffed her. She draped her naked body against his fully clothed one and kissed him for several moments. “Thank you Nick. That was incredible.”
Nick smiled, “The whole master/slave thing didn’t bother you?” he asked. He had been a little worried about that, despite her easy acceptance of the past night’s bondage.
“If you ever treated me like that in public, I’d stake you,” she answered as she continued to come down from the intense high. “But, in the bedroom, I will gladly be your sex slave. Whip me, spank me, tie me up- just never deny me,” she said in all seriousness.
“Why Nat, you kinky little hedonist! I would never have guessed it in a million years,” Nick said, chuckling.
“Me neither. I don’t think I came that hard from a single orgasm in my entire life!” she said, remembering their first night together when he had made her pass out. “I think we need to build a playroom back at the loft- maybe on the second floor?” she asked.
“I think that can be arranged,” he said, already picturing the possibilities.
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Nick’s loft
2:15 p.m.
Mulder emptied a bottle of bloodwine, and of course it tasted great, but he was still thirsty. Orange juice sounded really good right now, “And, I think I’m hungry for some real food,” he said to himself. It would be a couple of hours before the sun went down, so he knew none of the other occupants would mind him taking off for a bit.
He still couldn’t get over Natalie’s conversation with Scully, while he and Nick were off with LaCroix again.
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The Raven
2:20 a.m.
Mulder and Scully stopped at the bar to get a drink before knocking on the door to LaCroix’s office. They heard him call them in just as Scully was knocking.
“There is no need for us to knock, Dana,” LaCroix began as they entered the room. It was evident that by ‘us’ he was referring to vampires in general and his own scion in particular. [Just ask,] he thought to her.
Mulder raised a brow at that. He was well used to hearing from Scully in his mind, it was strangely shocking to hear LaCroix.
LaCroix, seeing Mulder’s reaction, arched his own brow, “You heard that, Agent Mulder?” he asked, while reaching out with his senses as he would to examine a vampire.
“Yes,” Mulder answered. “And I can feel you reaching out to me now,” he said, somewhat surprised at the feeling. It felt like his body was being asked a question- indescribable to anyone who had never felt it themselves.
“Obviously you have changed a great deal since last night, Agent Mulder,” LaCroix began.
At that moment Nick and Natalie entered through the door on the other side of the office. Scully took one look at Natalie and thought “Woman, freshly laid.”
Mulder could barely contain his laughter at that thought, and Nick desperately tried to scowl at his impertinent childé, but he couldn’t wipe the satisfied smirk off of his mouth.
Natalie, catching Nick’s amusement, took one look at Scully, made a brief show of sniffing the air and said out loud, “Look who’s talking!” She walked over to Scully and began to hustle her out of the office and into the club, saying, “Come on, Dana. We’ll let the boys chat for a bit.” In a much quieter voice she added, “I want details…” as the door closed behind them.
Mulder and Nick shrugged sheepishly while LaCroix let loose a long-suffering sigh, and said, “Come along then, let us speak while your intellects yet remain in your skulls- before returning to their native homes in your trousers!” as he walked out the opposite door into his private rooms.
“Well, Agent Mulder; you still do not feel like a vampire, your heart is still beating- though quite slowly for a mortal- and your body temperature does not seem to have lowered greatly- though again, it is less than a mortal’s. Other than being able to hear me communicate with Dana, have you noticed any other changes?
Mulder smiled at that, “Nick can tell you about the first one- fangs”
Nick answered LaCroix’s unspoken question, “He and Dana were sharing a bloodkiss when Nat and I came downstairs this evening.
“Fangs and you drink blood now? Exclusively, or just from Dana?” LaCroix asked- becoming more and more intrigued.
“Actually, I drank from a bottle as well as from Scully. But I also drank water, so I don’t think it is solely blood. I could probably still eat, even though I haven’t since yesterday,” he answered- realizing that he hadn’t been hungry all day, just thirsty.
“Most interesting,” LaCroix said. You will, of course, keep me informed of any other manifestations?” he asked in a tone indicating that a positive response was expected.
Mulder was a bit lost in thought, and hesitated a moment before answering, “Hmm? Oh, certainly,” he replied.
LaCroix was about to dismiss him when Mulder said, “Oh yes, there was this one other thing,” He then rose up off of the floor an hovered in the air, centered between the ceiling and the floor.
Nick’s jaw dropped.
Even LaCroix was somewhat stunned. After gaping for a moment, he said, “Agent Mulder- if you have a chance tomorrow, I would be very curious to know what affect sunlight will have on you. Just be sure, if you choose to experiment, to expose only the smallest part of your skin at first, and then only for a moment- in case you react like any of us would.
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Nick’s loft
2:25 p.m.
Mulder remembered what LaCroix had been saying in an offhand sort of way. He had been distracted when Natalie was recounting her ‘dungeon scene’ with Scully in the club. He had to avoid direct eye contact with Nick, lest he break out laughing. Apparently Natalie forgot, or was ignoring the fact that speaking to Scully was like speaking directly to Mulder as well. The little shivers of excitement he was feeling from Scully were pretty distracting as well. He thought that he might have to surprise Scully one of these evenings.
The loud growl in his stomach snapped him back into the present and reminded him again of LaCroix’s warning about the sunlight. Well, there wasn’t any food in Nick’s place, so he thought that now would be a fine time to experiment.
He took the elevator down to the ground level and opened the door. He was, of course, still shaded from the sun, on the north side of the building. Nick obviously planned ahead when remodeling the place for vampire occupancy. Even at the height of the summer noon, one could open this door without any sunlight actually spilling into the elevator’s interior. “Still, it seems awfully bright out,” he thought as he slipped on his sunglasses- though even as a normal human that might be true. He had, after all, spent the past few days without actually seeing sunshine. It struck him as somewhat of a surprise- he hadn’t even thought about missing it, and now that he was out seeing the sunlit street, he wasn’t sure it was all that much to write home about. “Of course, the desolate streets and alleys of Toronto’s industrial sector aren’t all that appealing, day or night,” he thought.
As soon as he finally realized that he was stalling, he pushed himself towards the line of shade on the ground. He could see the tiny sparkles of the dust motes in the air as they drifted back and forth in the air. He could further see the vapor from his breath as it entered the sunshine. The sight of his breath hanging in the air reminded him that it was cold outside; he hadn’t really noticed, though he was wearing his trench coat, out of habit more than anything, he supposed. His face didn’t feel cold and neither did his hands. “Stalling again!” he thought, disgustedly. Steeling himself, he extended the pinky finger on his left hand and slowly moved the tip past the shade line and into the light of day.
“Nothing!” he thought. He didn’t feel any pain, and he didn’t see or smell any burning. After another moment or two he put the rest of his hand into the sun. The same- nothing. Mulder cautiously stepped out into the afternoon sun.
Mulder supposed that if he had not been able to stand out in the sun for several hundred years, this would be exciting and amazing. As it was, it felt… normal. He was somewhat interested in the fact that he wasn’t feeling the cold, but other than that, this seemed like any other day. “Walking out to my car in the daylight is probably the most normal thing I have done this whole crazy week!” he thought as he unlocked the car and got in. He tried to imagine whether Nick would be pleased or upset by this latest turn of events.
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The Corbeau
3:00 p.m. Saturday
MacLeod had gone out for a bite, and was now performing his Kata on the dance floor in Janette’s club. He had managed to sleep almost until noon. “It’s going to take a while to grow accustomed to the night shift,” he thought as he woke up next to his new lover.
He had joined her in the club just as it had closed the previous night- after sleeping off the aftereffects of fantastic, though terminal, sex. Janette had thoughtfully provided several more bottles of water and an enormous deli sandwich to appease his, by then ravenous appetite. Afterward, they had again walked the late-night streets of downtown Buffalo, this time reminiscing without pretense of mortality. That is, when they took a break from kissing one another. MacLeod still could not have described the downtown area if asked- his attention had been focused entirely on her.
As they approached the club, they both chuckled and Mac asked if there were any stray heartbeats of which to be wary. She made a show of listening closely before answering that there weren’t.
Their lovemaking this morning had been slow and sweet, as each tried to demonstrate the aching tenderness that they felt for the other. MacLeod marveled at the sweetness of his new lover. She was more than twice his age but, far from being jaded, she was as delightfully responsive to his touch as a virgin being treated to her first sexual encounter. At the same time, she was able to do things to him that he had never encountered before! That trick with the prostate last night was almost enough to throw him off-balance during the movements of his morning exercises. “Well, afternoon exercises today,” he thought.
Mac was marveling at his rare good fortune- having a person like this drop into his life out of nowhere- when he was struck by an awful thought. It was so terrible that it did throw him off balance, and he fell to the floor during a high snapping-roundhouse kick.
“I am going to owe Methos for this,” he whispered as he sat on the floor.
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Janette woke to the sound of the shower being started. She pouted for a moment that Mac was not laying by her side in bed, but quickly decided that a shower would make a most excellent excuse for rubbing down his entire body- not that she really needed an excuse.
She made sure to make a little noise as she opened the door, so not to incite any violent behavior, and then pressed herself up against him.
MacLeod smiled as he heard what was, at that moment, one of the sexiest sentences in the English language- “I have an enormous water heater.”
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Vachon’s Church
3:45 p.m. Saturday
Vachon had managed to wake up before Tracy for once. He lay propped up on one elbow while he considered his newest Childé. He hadn’t made that many of them in his time- most of them on a whim anyway. Only Ursula remained, that he knew of, and she had nearly been lost to Divia’s assault.
Sad Urs, who still spent most of her time moody and brooding- she had wanted him to kill her and instead he had brought her across- because she was too beautiful to allow death to take. She had never really forgiven him for it, though she had gotten better since Divia. Once again she had had to choose life over death - even fight for it this time. “Perhaps that reminded her that life is something precious- something worth enjoying,” he thought.
This one, however, was nothing like Urs. Tracy was vibrant and alive. She practically hummed with vitality and energy, even before she came across- joining him in the eternal night. She had not lost any vivacity or exuberance, but had gained a depth of passion and fire that had not been obvious in the mortal Tracy. The way she had dispatched those two last night had impressed him. Not that he wanted her to turn into some murdering fiend, but he didn’t share her partner’s opinion that killing was inherently wrong, either. “If one can hunt, and do mortal society a favor at the same time, why not?” he thought.
Her sexual appetite was also noteworthy, of course. She amazed him with her depth of desire for him. She really couldn’t seem to get enough of him- a fact that he would, no doubt, celebrate until the stars fell from the heavens. With that in mind, Vachon decided that it was time for Tracy to wake up to the same glorious feeling she had treated him with since her transformation.
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Tracy woke to the most delightful sensation. She looked down the length of her body to find Vachon looking back at her from between her thighs. Suddenly he slid three fingers into her and moved his tongue up to her clit, lightly flicking at it with barely enough force to be felt. He rapidly slid his fingers in and out while teasing her clit, backing away as she tried to press her pelvis up into his face.
Vachon’s smile got wider as Tracy struggled for more friction. When he judged that she was just about to go insane, he utilized the vampire’s innate quickness to rise up and plunge himself into her without missing a stroke. He pressed his lips against her open mouth and impaled his tongue on her fangs, giving her enough blood to incite her first orgasm of the morning.
“I love you Javier,” Tracy cried out both mentally and verbally as Vachon began pumping furiously into her.
Vachon pierced one of Tracy’s sensitive lobes and then whispered, “I will love you forever, Tracy!”
The sting of the bite on her ear was enough for Tracy to reach the peak once again and she drove her fangs into his shoulder, feeling him quickly follow suit.
Thus they woke up in the same manner as they had fallen asleep- buried deeply into each other, bodies wracked by orgasm.
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Following another romp in the shower, Vachon was sitting with his back in the corner of his couch, Tracy in his lap. They were enjoying a glass of bloodwine and basking in the warm glow of feeling they had for each other. Vachon suddenly asked, “Tracy, what do you want to do about your apartment?”
“What do you mean?” she asked with a hint of confusion to her voice.
“Well, I didn’t know if you would want to keep it for appearance’s sake, or move out entirely,” he answered. “It would be more convenient for you to have your things here, but I don’t know if it would have any effect on your job if they knew you…” Vachon trailed off as he noticed Tracy stiffening in his arms. “What?”
“I’m moving in here?” she asked with an annoyed tone to her voice.
Vachon almost said out loud what he was thinking; which was, “Of course you are!” but he caught himself just in time. He knew that Tracy loved him and didn’t want to be apart from him, but he also remembered that ‘modern woman’ thing. As in ‘modern independent woman.’ It wasn’t that he wanted her in his home; it was that he didn’t ask her first. “Boy, I almost stepped on a mine there!” Vachon thought. “I guess watching soap operas has some redeeming value after all.”
“I love you Tracy. More than I have ever loved anyone in five centuries. I don’t want to live apart from you, but I would understand it if you need to keep your apartment. That’s what I was asking; do you want to move in here?” Vachon asked.
Tracy wasn’t entirely fooled, but she was mollified. “Nice save, Javier,” she said before melting back against him. “Of course I want to live with you. I couldn’t imagine going back to a regular alarm clock,” she teased, wiggling her butt in his lap. “As for the apartment, I will give 30 day notice tonight. We can discuss moving things later.”
“And your job? Your co-workers? Your father?” he asked softly.
Tracy finished off her drink and set the glass down. She hugged his arms around her, loving the feel of his skin against hers. “It won’t hurt my job, and my coworkers won’t do anything more than gossip behind my back, and that’s normal,” she answered. “As for my bastard of a father- I meant what I told you; you are my master now. I couldn’t care less what he thinks of me. He is dead to me from today on. The only relationship I have with him is the detective/commissioner one.
They lapsed back into a comfortable silence for a minute before Vachon again spoke. He was thinking of the relationship pitfall he had skirted moments ago, “Querida, I don’t want any misunderstandings between us- I haven’t been in a real relationship in a long time, and things were very different then.” He nuzzled her neck before continuing, “I will probably say something along the line that will be insensitive or rude or violates some sort of expectation you might have. If you will promise to just tell me when I do, I will try to understand why it upsets you and fix it.” He turned her in his lap so he could see her eyes, “I don’t want us to fight over misunderstandings. That being said, we need to discuss a little of the rules of the community.”
Tracy was very happy to hear the first part- she didn’t want misunderstandings either- felt a slight sense of trepidation at the second part. “What rules?” she asked.
Vachon smiled reassuringly at his lover, “They aren’t really rules- nothing in writing. They are more like expectations- but very stringent ones. There are times when failing to meet expectations can be a terminal mistake,” he said gravely.
She could feel the undercurrent of seriousness to his speech and paid full attention to what he was saying.
“In the community’s eyes, you are my childé: A fledgling vampire, and I am your master. In their eyes, you are my property, my slave.” Seeing the little bit of hurt in her eyes, he plowed ahead before she could speak, “I love you. I respect you. I always will. I would never treat you like a slave, like a possession.”
Tracy just knew that there was a ‘but’ about to be revealed.
“When we are in groups of the community, like the Raven, or the upcoming gathering at the equinox this spring, everything you do will reflect on me, as your master,” he said.
“Ok, what’s the part I don’t want to hear?” she asked, knowing that he was holding back.
“A fledgling is expected to obey his or her master without question,” he answered. “It shouldn’t be a problem, Trace. I only bring it up so that you know about it ahead of time. If you disagree with something I say or do when we are among the community, you just have to wait until we are alone to say anything. That’s all- I don’t expect you to blindly agree with everything I have to say or do, just don’t question me in public- for both our sakes.”
Tracy didn’t like the thought of expected obedience- it reminded her of her mortal father, and anything that reminded her of him was a bad thing. “What do you mean, for both our sakes?” she asked.
“I mean that I would be expected to punish any impertinence you display, and I have no intention of doing that,” he said firmly.
Tracy could see the resolve in his eyes, and the barest hint of apprehension. She stroked his jaw line with her fingers and asked, “And what happens if you don’t?” She sensed that there was more to the story.
Vachon sighed, he didn’t really want to tell her, because she might see it as emotional blackmail. However, he also didn’t want to fight about it or have her be hurt if it should ever come to pass. “At best, I would lose face in the community.” Seeing her unwillingness to let it go, he added, “At worst- depending on who the elder or group was- they might kill us both; you for overstepping your bounds, and me for refusing to correct you.”
Tracy wanted to say, “Are you kidding?” but she could feel the solemnity of his words through their link. She sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the magnitude of the situation. It would be like being with her mortal father at a police function. She didn’t like that comparison at all.
Vachon could feel the anger and disapproval rolling off of his childé, but she didn’t say a word. “Quierda, it won’t…” he wanted to reassure her that this wasn’t something he wanted or intended to exercise on her, but she interrupted.
Tracy gently covered his lips with two fingers, “Shhh, Vachon.” She was still pondering the comparison with her mortal father, and how much she hated being with him. He wanted to show her off like a trophy, or a trained animal- be seen but not heard, unless it was to expound upon his greatness. She was almost going to say something about it until she made eye contact.
Vachon looked into the eyes of his childé with love and devotion. He sent waves of reassurance and adoration through their bloodlink.
Tracy realized the fundamental difference in the two situations. The form was the same, kowtowing to the supposedly superior male in public, in order to enhance his position and stature. But the object of this magnification- there was no comparison. In private, her mortal father had no love for her, no desire to spend time with her and never supported her efforts. No matter what she did to please him; no matter what she did to gain his acceptance and approval, he rejected her.
And then, there was Javier Vachon.
He loved her enough to want her to be intimately connected to him forever. Not because of her efforts, but rather, in spite of her failings and weaknesses. He trusted her with a secret that placed both their lives at risk, and never withheld his approval. Everything she did for him was met with acceptance and love. Her efforts to please him were always rewarded in the most wonderful way. He was beautiful and desirable and could have had almost anyone- but he chose her. He was patient and willing to wait until she was ready- reassuring her against her fears and self-doubt. He was perfect.
“Javier, will you promise me something?” she asked.
Vachon knew he would promise her anything, even if it meant endangering them both. That didn’t keep him from being afraid, though. Afraid of the consequences should she act in less than a subservient manner when required. He just nodded his head.
Tracy gently grasped his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes she said, “Promise me that you will do whatever it takes, even if it means to beat me or bleed me, to keep us safe and alive.” At his look of astonishment and protest she quickly added, “I can recover from wounds and beatings, Javier. I could never recover from loosing you.”
Vachon could see and feel that she meant it. He felt his love surge at the self-sacrifice Tracy was willing to undergo for him. For them both.
Tracy was startled as the world pitched and swayed around her when Vachon swept her up into his arms and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
Screams of ecstasy could be heard for nearly a block in every direction for the next two hours.
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The Corbeau
5:00 p.m. Saturday
“Janette?” MacLeod asked as he gently dried her delicious backside. Their shower had lasted over an hour, during which he had her screaming his name no less than five times. Of course, his own immortal healing was all that kept him from being hoarse for the next month.
“Again? Duncan, you are insatiable,” she teased.
He didn’t even blush, he just smiled and gave her a light spank on the smooth creamy flesh before him. “Later, vixen.” He softly kissed the pale cheek he had struck and then stood up, pulling her freshly washed and dried body against his own. He took a moment to smell her wonderful hair, a warm tremor running down his body from hairline to toes at the scent.
Janette pressed herself back against him, desiring maximum skin contact, as she hugged his arms around her, just below her breasts. She took an unnecessary breath, just to feel those arms tighten against her expanding ribcage. “How I love him!” she thought. “That this simple touching could make my legs weak.”
“Janette, I have to go back to Toronto tomorrow night,” he said. Feeling her tense ever so slightly, he reassured her, “Not for long, love. But I promised Agent Mulder that I would begin his training and arrange for a permanent teacher if I decided not to take it on myself.”
“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious. “You just met him, didn’t you? Why would you make such a commitment?”
“It’s who I am, Janette,” he said as he gently kissed her neck. “I always try to help new immortals when I find them. If they want my help. I couldn’t face knowing that they had lost their heads so young, if I could have helped them.”
“My hero,” Janette teased. “What if they don’t want your help?” she asked.
“I can no force them, Janette. I can only do what I can,” he answered.
“My practical hero… I don’t think I can let you go for that long,” she said wistfully.
MacLeod nuzzled Janette’s head, savoring the feel of her soft tresses against his freshly shaved cheek. He ignored the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that this wasn’t real- that she couldn’t love him; he couldn’t really love her. That voice was getting quieter every time she drank from him. In those moments he could feel her feelings and think her thoughts, and she his. As unreasonable as it might sound to anyone to whom he might describe it, he was in love with this woman, and she felt exactly the same way.
Janette wondered at the pause after her comment and was about to break the silence when she heard his faint, unsure whisper, “Janette? Would you come with me?”
MacLeod knew she had some issues with her ‘family’ in Toronto, and he didn’t want to push her to do anything she felt uncomfortable doing, but he did want her with him, if she were willing.
She turned in his arms, deliberately dragging her luscious curves against him. She looked up at him, ignoring the stirring member she felt beginning to harden against her as she moved her body across it. She gazed into his eyes as though she were examining his soul.
“I understand if you don’t Janette. You don’t have to on my account if you don’t want to…” he began.
“Don’t I?” Janette asked in a peculiar voice.
“Of course not…” MacLeod hastened to explain before she silenced him with a finger on his lips.
“Yes.” At his raised eyebrow she elucidated, “Where ever you go, I shall be with you.” Smiling at the look of love in his eyes, she appended, “For as long as you will have me.”
“For as long as I live,” MacLeod answered. “Forever if we can both live that long.” Smiling, he bent down to seal his promise with a kiss that was tender and adoring.
After long moments he broke the kiss. “I was going to fly back early tomorrow afternoon, but I will call and get us a flight after sundown,” he said.
Janette smiled, “If it were warmer, I would fly us across myself.” At his incredulous look she said, “I wouldn’t want you to get frostbitten, even if it would heal quickly. As it is, I will accompany you on a lesser form of flight.” She smiled sweetly and mentioned, “That leaves us almost 24 hours to kill. What ever shall we do?” she asked coyly.
Mac smiled at the pretended artlessness of his lover. “First, I’m going to call the airline. Second, I’m going to call Methos and arrange us a ride from the airport.” Answering her exaggerated pout, he said in all seriousness, “Third, I am going to lay you down in that bed over there and not let you out for the next twelve hours.”
Feeling a delicious shiver run up and down her spine, and a low, rumbling warmth in her neither regions, Janette virtually ran to get him a phone to use.
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Wikkid P’s Bar and Grill
4:00 p.m.
The sunlight hadn’t hurt him at all. He drove around for a little while until he found a restaurant that struck his fancy. The smell as he entered assured him that he had chosen well. He hadn’t eaten, other than blood, for a couple of days and Mulder quickly discovered that he still enjoyed ‘real’ food. He had chowed down a nice thick steak, a basket of fries and was finishing his second glass of Newcastle brown, fighting down a very momentary pang of sorrow at the thought of not being able to share the restaurant experience with Scully anymore, when he felt it.
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Phineas Froag had been walking down the street, thinking about getting out of this town. He hadn’t encountered another immortal since that weird guy on the roof the other night. The one with the quickening that felt unlike any other he had ever encountered before. It was weak, and he didn’t really feel it was entirely worth his time. However, he felt his honor was at stake now- weird guy had managed to escape him, shooting him right off of the roof. “Plus he made me lose my sword!” he thought angrily.
Froag had retraced his steps, hanging out in that area hoping to see weird guy again, but was almost ready to give it up. His patience was limited in the best of times, and this was not one of those times. He had managed to acquire another sword, at outrageous cost, and wasn’t entirely happy with it. He had been using the other one for so long that it felt like an extension of his own arm, rather than a tool. If it wasn’t for the hope of finding this guy and getting his sword back- not to mention killing the weird guy- he would have left already.
While these thoughts of anger and vengeance played out in his mind, Froag suddenly felt the power of another quickening wash over him. Unlike last time, this was a ‘normal’ quickening. Not the most powerful he had ever felt, “Must be pretty young,” he thought. With a grin on his face he decided that this would help combat his boredom.
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Mulder watched the entrance to the restaurant cautiously. He wondered if he were about to see Methos or MacLeod walk through the door, or if it would be someone new.
The black hair and beard framing the sun-browned face brought a quick flashback to that night on the apartment roof.
Now he knew what ‘IT’ was, and why it was small then. He also thought that Froag would undoubtedly want to finish what he started the other night. Mulder wondered at the lack of fear he felt- he wasn’t certain what to do, but he didn’t feel any trepidation. He was sure that he could escape- after all Froag couldn’t fly, could he?
Mulder formed a plan of action in his mind as Froag walked straight towards him.
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Froag couldn’t believe his luck. Sitting there in the sparsely populated dining room was that weird guy that he had been looking for all week! He was going to get a quickening, get his sword back, and kill that weird guy; all at the same time. “Then I can get the hell out of Canada!” he thought.
He smiled as the weird guy made eye contact and stood up. He watched the guy pull some money out of his wallet and throw it on the table, then turn and walk toward the back of the restaurant.
“This is going to be easier that I thought!” Froag snickered to himself. He watched as the guy went through a door and out into the alley. The door swung shut behind him and Froag fully expected that the guy would try to ambush him as soon as he went through the door. After all, that’s what he would have done himself.
Froag shot through the door and rolled on the ground, somersaulting to his feet, sword out and swinging at… Nothing.
“What the hell?” he shouted. He could feel the guy, but he was nowhere to be seen. “He couldn’t have run very far, I still feel him,” Froag thought. He ran around to where the dumpsters were- the only hiding place for twenty meters in either direction. Again, nothing. The light was dimming as the sun fell behind the horizon, but even in twilight Froag could see well enough to be sure that the guy wasn’t in the alley. He finally looked up at the buildings on either side, the restaurant roof was three stories up and no fire escape, the building across the alley had a fire escape, but it was retracted- if the guy had used it, it would have been down.
He shouted his frustration, “I will find you!”
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Mulder knew that he shouldn’t be laughing. But, it was almost impossible not to, seeing this immortal throwing a tantrum like a two-year old child.
He had taken advantage of his new skills and leapt for the sky the moment the door closed behind him. He had reached the roof of the building across the street and turned to look back down just in time to see Froag coming up out of a tumble and strike a blow at the air behind him, no doubt assuming that Mulder would be there to hit. Mulder didn’t doubt that he could probably take this guy, what with his new-found speed and strength, but had decided to do a favor for Adam instead. “Might as well try to make nice with the other immortals,” he thought. Besides, he could understand that Adam wanted to take his friend’s quickening back from this jagoff for himself.
After several minutes of waiting, listening to Froag grumble and curse, and watching him pace up and down the alley, Mulder began to see a flaw in his plan. He couldn’t very well follow him back to wherever he was staying, if he wouldn’t leave the alley. It appeared that Froag was going to stay as long as he could feel that Mulder was still there.
The solution to Mulder’s dilemma occurred to him when he began to feel the hunger-pangs.
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Nick’s loft
4:45 p.m.
Scully woke to find herself alone in bed, and hungry of course. She quickly made her way to the kitchen to take care of the second problem before focusing on addressing the first.
[Where are you Mulder?] she asked as she saw the scene before him.
[I was enjoying a nice lunch when I was rudely interrupted,] he answered her.
Scully asked, [Is that Froag?]
[Yep.]
Scully thought for a moment and then asked, [Mulder, why are you watching him walk up and down an alley raving, instead of laying in bed next to me as I woke up?]
Mulder laughed at the question, [I thought we might find out where this guy lives and tell Adam Pierson where to find him. But, he won’t leave the alley as long as he can feel me in the area.]
Scully interrupted, [So you thought I could follow him?]
Mulder smiled [See, I knew you were psychic, Scully,] he teased.
[Mulder, why don’t you just tell him to meet you somewhere later tonight, and we can send Adam in your place?] Scully thought to him in a slightly exasperated tone. [I want you here. Now!]
Mulder could feel the rising heat in Scully’s thoughts. He could feel her arousal. [Great idea Scully!] he thought.
Mulder looked around to see if anyone else could see him, then quickly flew over the restaurant, landing behind some trees so the people in the parking lot wouldn’t see him. He ran over to his car and got in. He quickly scribbled a note on the pad in the car and then drove around the restaurant to the alley opening.
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Froag was furious; he felt the weird guy’s quickening fade away for a minute and was walking to the end of the alley when he felt it return. He looked up and saw the guy in a tan Ford Taurus stop at the mouth of the alley, rolling down his window. He heard the guy yell, ‘Sorry pal, got a hot date, how about a rain check!’ and then he threw a balled up piece of paper out the window before taking off.
Froag ran towards the street, hoping to get a look at the license plate, but by the time he got there the car was shooting around the next corner and was gone. He shouted his frustration and spun on his heel, striding back to the ball of paper on the ground. He read it and then shoved it in his pocket. “Tomorrow you die!” he growled and then strode away.
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 16
Nick’s loft
2:00 p.m. Saturday December 16th
Mulder woke up feeling like the sahara- dry and dusty. As he sat up, his stomach rumbled loudly. He drew on a pair of boxers and stumbled down to the kitchen. He felt very strange- other than the hunger and thirst, he was physically fine- no aches or pains at all. “After last night, I should be feeling like crap,” he thought, remembering the drunken revelry that last night’s celebration had turned into.
Most of the Toronto Community was there when Mulder and Scully arrived. They were celebrating the new additions to the community; Natalie and Tracy. Mulder and Scully got a lot of strange looks initially, but everyone saw that they were part of LaCroix’s inner circle- and they all knew that this was not the place or time to wonder too loudly about the new-comers. LaCroix was not one to annoy- especially about matters of family.
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The Raven
2 a.m.
They were laughing like two little kids when they finally made it to the Raven. They had been playing hide and seek for over an hour, testing and honing Mulder’s new flying skills. It was more of a game between them, much less serious than the training Scully had done with Nick. First of all, they couldn’t block each other at all, so it wasn’t too tough to find each other. It had degenerated into a glorious game of flying tag by the time they made it to the club.
“Gotcha!” Mulder whispered huskily in her ear as he landed behind her and roughly pressed her to himself.
Scully stopped laughing as she felt evidence of Mulder’s arousal in the small of her back. She caressed his arms as he held her snugly to him, one across her hips and the other just below her breasts. “Then take me!” she demanded, matching his throaty, breathless growl.
They were behind the club, but Mulder didn’t even look around to make sure they were alone before he acted. He reached inside her coat, and yanked her pants down to her thighs. With his other hand he pushed her down until she was bent over, arms against the rough brick wall supporting her. He unzipped his fly with one hand while pushing aside the material of her panties with the other.
She felt him plunge into her and begin thrusting powerfully. His hands ran over her body, massaging her breasts through the material of her shirt, and sliding down under her panties to start rubbing her clit. This was no long slow love making- this was fast and furious- it was about overwhelming desire and need- not tenderness and love.
It was exactly what they both required right now if they wanted to have even the slightest chance of acting like civilized human beings once they walked through the door into the club.
When Mulder came, it was so powerful that he thought he would pass out. He yanked Scully back upright and sank his teeth into the side of her neck, sucking powerfully at the river of cool blood beneath the skin.
Their link was almost as intimate as the bloodkiss already, and when he bit her- they were so unified that Scully came too- without a single drop of blood passing her lips.
This isn’t to say that she didn’t want any: as soon as Mulder pulled out; she spun around in his arms and sank her own teeth into him- reveling in the purely physical sensation of his hot blood splashing against the back of her throat, her tongue hungrily lapping at the perfumed sweetness.
She drained him- she couldn’t help herself. While she waited for his return, she cleaned them both up a little bit and put herself back together. “I am definitely buying some new clothes tomorrow!” she thought. “Sex in a power suit is too much of a hassle.” She never even considered the idea that they could just restrict their sexual encounters to more ‘appropriate’ times and places. She was thinking of short skirts and low cut tops, Lycra and Spandex.
Mulder gasped back to life just as Scully was tucking him back into his pants. “Sorry about that Scully,” he said. “I just couldn’t wait another second.” He felt a little sheepish at his selfishness.
Scully, of course, was having none of it. “Good! I want to make you so hot and bothered that you can’t stand to wait another second,” she said. Sometimes she felt like she needed him so badly that it made her want to scream. She was glad that she could make him feel the same way.
“Are you kidding? Just seeing you stand in front of me makes me think about spontaneous human combustion!” he said seriously. “Let’s go inside before I can’t restrain myself from ripping your clothes to shreds.
Scully took his hand and they walked into the club.
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Mulder noticed Nick’s partner out on the dance floor, grinding her body against that long-haired vampire that had accompanied them the night he was killed- for the first time. He pointed them out to Scully, who was looking for Nick. “There’s Nick’s partner, Tracy. She’s dancing with Vachon,” he shouted over the music. “Is she…”
Scully looked over where Mulder was indicating. “Oh yeah,” she shouted back- seeing the clear indicators of vampirism. She reached out with her senses and could feel her. She felt very similar to Vachon, “Must be because he brought her across,” she thought.
[What ‘Must be because he brought her across’?] Mulder asked, hearing that thought.
[They feel similar… alike. I don’t know how to explain it,] she replied.
[You can feel them through all these other people?] he asked, incredulous.
[Well, I can feel everybody around, but I can focus on them,] she started to explain [It is just like looking at someone in a crowd- you see everyone peripherally, but you focus on one at a time. Speaking of which…] she paused as she considered the crowd. [I think you’re the only one in this place that isn’t a vampire. At least not entirely.]
Vachon felt an awareness brush against his own for a moment and looked around to see from whom it was coming. He was surprised to see Nick’s childé and her lover staring at him and Tracy. “She couldn’t be strong enough to do that,” he thought. He waved at them and was then distracted from any more thoughts on the matter as Tracy turned around in his arms and began grinding her ass against his cock.
Scully stifled a snicker when she saw Vachon’s focus snap back to the lithe blond vampire that was pressed up against him. She began to drag Mulder through the crowd toward LaCroix’s office. She thought that that’s where Nick would probably be. She tried to tap into her link with him but found that he was too pre-occupied to answer.
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Nick had arrived earlier with Natalie to see LaCroix. They bypassed the gyrating bodies on the dance floor and went directly to LaCroix’s chambers. Following a brief welcome from her new grandfather, Nick took her down into the basement and into one of the hidden rooms below the Raven.
As he was about to open the door, Nick said, “You need a safe word, Natalie…” he began.
She looked confused, “A safe word?”
“Yeah… Casablanca. That’ll do,” he said as he opened the door, swept Natalie off of her feet and in an eye blink had her naked and chained to a pair of manacles hanging from the ceiling, arms stretched above her head.
“Nick! What…” she began, startled.
Nick stood behind her and put his hand over her mouth. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “If you really want me to stop, just say Casablanca.” Stepping away from her and around to the front, he continued in a powerful voice, “Otherwise, slave, you keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told! Understand?”
Natalie’s confusion rapidly changed to excitement and she was becoming very wet just standing there, naked before her fully dressed master. Her voice quivered as she responded, “Yes master.”
“Very good, slave.” Nick pulled out a remote control and pressed a button, causing the chain to lower, giving Natalie enough slack so that her hands were even with her face. “On your knees, slave!” he commanded.
Natalie did so, ending up with her hands stretched over her head again.
“Now, then. If you beg nicely, I might allow you to taste me,” he said, unzipping his trousers.
Natalie was already on fire; she didn’t see any whips or other forms of punishment in the room, so she deduced that Nick wanted her to be a totally compliant submissive slave for tonight’s game. She was eager to play any way he wanted. “Please! Please master! Let me suck you, let me taste you and drink you,” she entreated in a pleading voice.
“Very good, slave. You shall have your reward,” he said as he pulled his rapidly swelling member from his trousers and walked forward to her. He teased her with it for a few moments, eliciting further begging before he let her suck him into her mouth. She began to rapidly bob her head up and down on his cock, straining against her bonds to take as much of him in as he would allow. After not too long he began thrusting into her mouth and throat, His head tipped back in ecstasy, denying himself a taste of her blood in order to keep from coming.
So ardent was her excitement that Natalie was dripping on the floor. Though her mouth was too full to speak, she implored him through the link to take her blood, to release himself into her. Finally he gave in and tipped his head forward, sinking his fangs into the fleshy part of her hand above the shackles. Natalie pulled her head almost off of him and caught jet after jet in her mouth, holding it there until he was finished.
When at last his spent member slipped out of her mouth, Nick looked down at the face of his lover. She flashed him a mischievous grin and opened her mouth to show him the load he had deposited there. Then she leaned her head back, and swallowed with relish; licking and smacking her lips.
The sight made Nick hard again almost instantly, and he commanded that she should stand up. He then bent her forward so that her torso was approximately at a 45-degree angle to the floor. He then stepped behind her and sank into her in one smooth stroke. He began a slow, torturous pace that had Natalie begging and crying for more. He eventually built up speed until he was slamming into her, each stroke sending his balls up to slap her clitoris.
It was only the dearth of blood that kept Natalie from cumming like a freight train. She would have bitten herself, but her arms were pulled up and away from her behind her head, and Nick’s hand on her back kept her pressed down and unable to stand upright. He knew she was on the edge of orgasm, and he kept her there for several minutes until he gave in to his own need as well as hers, pulling her upright and driving his fangs into her neck. He withdrew after the barest taste- just enough to send another powerful orgasm ripping through his loins, filling her once again- but not enough to forge the link, not enough to let her cum.
Natalie was on the verge of hysterics- sobbing and begging him to let her cum. Her body was wound so tightly that she thought she would surely die if he didn’t let her cum.
Nick let himself fall out of her, ignoring her begging for the moment. He slowly stepped around to stand before her, trailing his fingers lightly over her supersensitive flesh as he walked. He slowly stroked her stomach and up between her breasts to her throat. He noticed that her nipples were so erect that they seemed to be trying to reach out to him from her heavy, swollen breasts. He whispered in her ear, “To whom do you belong, slave? Who owns you?”
Natalie could barely stand, her legs felt like they were straining to hold up the weight of the world. His fingers on her skin were like fiery brands, burning and scarring her flesh with pleasure so intense that it was all she could do not to flinch. Her thighs were soaked in the blood of her desire and her face was soaked with blood tears. She answered his whispered questions with a hoarse shout, “YOU DO, MASTER! I BELONG TO YOU!”
Nick smiled, not because he was torturing the love of his life, but because he knew that the orgasm she was about to have would be more intense than anything she had ever felt before. He thought about going minimalist- he could prick his finger on a single fang in her mouth and it would be enough to send her over the edge- but he wasn’t strong enough to deny himself the pleasure of sharing it with her. He whispered once more in her ear, ever so softly, “Should I let you cum, slave?”
Natalie could barely get through the sobs to whisper her answer, “Please? Please master? Oh, please master. I… I… b-beg you, please!”
Nick put his mouth to her throat and, with agonizing slowness, pierced the taught, flushed skin of her throat with his fangs. The moment he gave her permission, she drove her fangs into his shoulder. His blood hit her tongue and there was a quarter-second’s pause.
It felt like a nova went off in Natalie. She would later swear that she could feel each individual cell in her body burst with the intensity of the orgasm. She screamed so loudly that, had they not had the benefit of vampire healing, Natalie would have permanently lost all capacity for speech, and Nick would have been rendered eternally deaf.
Their shared orgasm was so intense that Natalie was hanging boneless from her manacles- her entire body still quivering- several minutes later as Nick finished cleaning himself up and went over to release her from the manacles.
Natalie was still basking in the afterglow when Nick un-cuffed her. She draped her naked body against his fully clothed one and kissed him for several moments. “Thank you Nick. That was incredible.”
Nick smiled, “The whole master/slave thing didn’t bother you?” he asked. He had been a little worried about that, despite her easy acceptance of the past night’s bondage.
“If you ever treated me like that in public, I’d stake you,” she answered as she continued to come down from the intense high. “But, in the bedroom, I will gladly be your sex slave. Whip me, spank me, tie me up- just never deny me,” she said in all seriousness.
“Why Nat, you kinky little hedonist! I would never have guessed it in a million years,” Nick said, chuckling.
“Me neither. I don’t think I came that hard from a single orgasm in my entire life!” she said, remembering their first night together when he had made her pass out. “I think we need to build a playroom back at the loft- maybe on the second floor?” she asked.
“I think that can be arranged,” he said, already picturing the possibilities.
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Nick’s loft
2:15 p.m.
Mulder emptied a bottle of bloodwine, and of course it tasted great, but he was still thirsty. Orange juice sounded really good right now, “And, I think I’m hungry for some real food,” he said to himself. It would be a couple of hours before the sun went down, so he knew none of the other occupants would mind him taking off for a bit.
He still couldn’t get over Natalie’s conversation with Scully, while he and Nick were off with LaCroix again.
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The Raven
2:20 a.m.
Mulder and Scully stopped at the bar to get a drink before knocking on the door to LaCroix’s office. They heard him call them in just as Scully was knocking.
“There is no need for us to knock, Dana,” LaCroix began as they entered the room. It was evident that by ‘us’ he was referring to vampires in general and his own scion in particular. [Just ask,] he thought to her.
Mulder raised a brow at that. He was well used to hearing from Scully in his mind, it was strangely shocking to hear LaCroix.
LaCroix, seeing Mulder’s reaction, arched his own brow, “You heard that, Agent Mulder?” he asked, while reaching out with his senses as he would to examine a vampire.
“Yes,” Mulder answered. “And I can feel you reaching out to me now,” he said, somewhat surprised at the feeling. It felt like his body was being asked a question- indescribable to anyone who had never felt it themselves.
“Obviously you have changed a great deal since last night, Agent Mulder,” LaCroix began.
At that moment Nick and Natalie entered through the door on the other side of the office. Scully took one look at Natalie and thought “Woman, freshly laid.”
Mulder could barely contain his laughter at that thought, and Nick desperately tried to scowl at his impertinent childé, but he couldn’t wipe the satisfied smirk off of his mouth.
Natalie, catching Nick’s amusement, took one look at Scully, made a brief show of sniffing the air and said out loud, “Look who’s talking!” She walked over to Scully and began to hustle her out of the office and into the club, saying, “Come on, Dana. We’ll let the boys chat for a bit.” In a much quieter voice she added, “I want details…” as the door closed behind them.
Mulder and Nick shrugged sheepishly while LaCroix let loose a long-suffering sigh, and said, “Come along then, let us speak while your intellects yet remain in your skulls- before returning to their native homes in your trousers!” as he walked out the opposite door into his private rooms.
“Well, Agent Mulder; you still do not feel like a vampire, your heart is still beating- though quite slowly for a mortal- and your body temperature does not seem to have lowered greatly- though again, it is less than a mortal’s. Other than being able to hear me communicate with Dana, have you noticed any other changes?
Mulder smiled at that, “Nick can tell you about the first one- fangs”
Nick answered LaCroix’s unspoken question, “He and Dana were sharing a bloodkiss when Nat and I came downstairs this evening.
“Fangs and you drink blood now? Exclusively, or just from Dana?” LaCroix asked- becoming more and more intrigued.
“Actually, I drank from a bottle as well as from Scully. But I also drank water, so I don’t think it is solely blood. I could probably still eat, even though I haven’t since yesterday,” he answered- realizing that he hadn’t been hungry all day, just thirsty.
“Most interesting,” LaCroix said. You will, of course, keep me informed of any other manifestations?” he asked in a tone indicating that a positive response was expected.
Mulder was a bit lost in thought, and hesitated a moment before answering, “Hmm? Oh, certainly,” he replied.
LaCroix was about to dismiss him when Mulder said, “Oh yes, there was this one other thing,” He then rose up off of the floor an hovered in the air, centered between the ceiling and the floor.
Nick’s jaw dropped.
Even LaCroix was somewhat stunned. After gaping for a moment, he said, “Agent Mulder- if you have a chance tomorrow, I would be very curious to know what affect sunlight will have on you. Just be sure, if you choose to experiment, to expose only the smallest part of your skin at first, and then only for a moment- in case you react like any of us would.
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Nick’s loft
2:25 p.m.
Mulder remembered what LaCroix had been saying in an offhand sort of way. He had been distracted when Natalie was recounting her ‘dungeon scene’ with Scully in the club. He had to avoid direct eye contact with Nick, lest he break out laughing. Apparently Natalie forgot, or was ignoring the fact that speaking to Scully was like speaking directly to Mulder as well. The little shivers of excitement he was feeling from Scully were pretty distracting as well. He thought that he might have to surprise Scully one of these evenings.
The loud growl in his stomach snapped him back into the present and reminded him again of LaCroix’s warning about the sunlight. Well, there wasn’t any food in Nick’s place, so he thought that now would be a fine time to experiment.
He took the elevator down to the ground level and opened the door. He was, of course, still shaded from the sun, on the north side of the building. Nick obviously planned ahead when remodeling the place for vampire occupancy. Even at the height of the summer noon, one could open this door without any sunlight actually spilling into the elevator’s interior. “Still, it seems awfully bright out,” he thought as he slipped on his sunglasses- though even as a normal human that might be true. He had, after all, spent the past few days without actually seeing sunshine. It struck him as somewhat of a surprise- he hadn’t even thought about missing it, and now that he was out seeing the sunlit street, he wasn’t sure it was all that much to write home about. “Of course, the desolate streets and alleys of Toronto’s industrial sector aren’t all that appealing, day or night,” he thought.
As soon as he finally realized that he was stalling, he pushed himself towards the line of shade on the ground. He could see the tiny sparkles of the dust motes in the air as they drifted back and forth in the air. He could further see the vapor from his breath as it entered the sunshine. The sight of his breath hanging in the air reminded him that it was cold outside; he hadn’t really noticed, though he was wearing his trench coat, out of habit more than anything, he supposed. His face didn’t feel cold and neither did his hands. “Stalling again!” he thought, disgustedly. Steeling himself, he extended the pinky finger on his left hand and slowly moved the tip past the shade line and into the light of day.
“Nothing!” he thought. He didn’t feel any pain, and he didn’t see or smell any burning. After another moment or two he put the rest of his hand into the sun. The same- nothing. Mulder cautiously stepped out into the afternoon sun.
Mulder supposed that if he had not been able to stand out in the sun for several hundred years, this would be exciting and amazing. As it was, it felt… normal. He was somewhat interested in the fact that he wasn’t feeling the cold, but other than that, this seemed like any other day. “Walking out to my car in the daylight is probably the most normal thing I have done this whole crazy week!” he thought as he unlocked the car and got in. He tried to imagine whether Nick would be pleased or upset by this latest turn of events.
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The Corbeau
3:00 p.m. Saturday
MacLeod had gone out for a bite, and was now performing his Kata on the dance floor in Janette’s club. He had managed to sleep almost until noon. “It’s going to take a while to grow accustomed to the night shift,” he thought as he woke up next to his new lover.
He had joined her in the club just as it had closed the previous night- after sleeping off the aftereffects of fantastic, though terminal, sex. Janette had thoughtfully provided several more bottles of water and an enormous deli sandwich to appease his, by then ravenous appetite. Afterward, they had again walked the late-night streets of downtown Buffalo, this time reminiscing without pretense of mortality. That is, when they took a break from kissing one another. MacLeod still could not have described the downtown area if asked- his attention had been focused entirely on her.
As they approached the club, they both chuckled and Mac asked if there were any stray heartbeats of which to be wary. She made a show of listening closely before answering that there weren’t.
Their lovemaking this morning had been slow and sweet, as each tried to demonstrate the aching tenderness that they felt for the other. MacLeod marveled at the sweetness of his new lover. She was more than twice his age but, far from being jaded, she was as delightfully responsive to his touch as a virgin being treated to her first sexual encounter. At the same time, she was able to do things to him that he had never encountered before! That trick with the prostate last night was almost enough to throw him off-balance during the movements of his morning exercises. “Well, afternoon exercises today,” he thought.
Mac was marveling at his rare good fortune- having a person like this drop into his life out of nowhere- when he was struck by an awful thought. It was so terrible that it did throw him off balance, and he fell to the floor during a high snapping-roundhouse kick.
“I am going to owe Methos for this,” he whispered as he sat on the floor.
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Janette woke to the sound of the shower being started. She pouted for a moment that Mac was not laying by her side in bed, but quickly decided that a shower would make a most excellent excuse for rubbing down his entire body- not that she really needed an excuse.
She made sure to make a little noise as she opened the door, so not to incite any violent behavior, and then pressed herself up against him.
MacLeod smiled as he heard what was, at that moment, one of the sexiest sentences in the English language- “I have an enormous water heater.”
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Vachon’s Church
3:45 p.m. Saturday
Vachon had managed to wake up before Tracy for once. He lay propped up on one elbow while he considered his newest Childé. He hadn’t made that many of them in his time- most of them on a whim anyway. Only Ursula remained, that he knew of, and she had nearly been lost to Divia’s assault.
Sad Urs, who still spent most of her time moody and brooding- she had wanted him to kill her and instead he had brought her across- because she was too beautiful to allow death to take. She had never really forgiven him for it, though she had gotten better since Divia. Once again she had had to choose life over death - even fight for it this time. “Perhaps that reminded her that life is something precious- something worth enjoying,” he thought.
This one, however, was nothing like Urs. Tracy was vibrant and alive. She practically hummed with vitality and energy, even before she came across- joining him in the eternal night. She had not lost any vivacity or exuberance, but had gained a depth of passion and fire that had not been obvious in the mortal Tracy. The way she had dispatched those two last night had impressed him. Not that he wanted her to turn into some murdering fiend, but he didn’t share her partner’s opinion that killing was inherently wrong, either. “If one can hunt, and do mortal society a favor at the same time, why not?” he thought.
Her sexual appetite was also noteworthy, of course. She amazed him with her depth of desire for him. She really couldn’t seem to get enough of him- a fact that he would, no doubt, celebrate until the stars fell from the heavens. With that in mind, Vachon decided that it was time for Tracy to wake up to the same glorious feeling she had treated him with since her transformation.
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Tracy woke to the most delightful sensation. She looked down the length of her body to find Vachon looking back at her from between her thighs. Suddenly he slid three fingers into her and moved his tongue up to her clit, lightly flicking at it with barely enough force to be felt. He rapidly slid his fingers in and out while teasing her clit, backing away as she tried to press her pelvis up into his face.
Vachon’s smile got wider as Tracy struggled for more friction. When he judged that she was just about to go insane, he utilized the vampire’s innate quickness to rise up and plunge himself into her without missing a stroke. He pressed his lips against her open mouth and impaled his tongue on her fangs, giving her enough blood to incite her first orgasm of the morning.
“I love you Javier,” Tracy cried out both mentally and verbally as Vachon began pumping furiously into her.
Vachon pierced one of Tracy’s sensitive lobes and then whispered, “I will love you forever, Tracy!”
The sting of the bite on her ear was enough for Tracy to reach the peak once again and she drove her fangs into his shoulder, feeling him quickly follow suit.
Thus they woke up in the same manner as they had fallen asleep- buried deeply into each other, bodies wracked by orgasm.
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Following another romp in the shower, Vachon was sitting with his back in the corner of his couch, Tracy in his lap. They were enjoying a glass of bloodwine and basking in the warm glow of feeling they had for each other. Vachon suddenly asked, “Tracy, what do you want to do about your apartment?”
“What do you mean?” she asked with a hint of confusion to her voice.
“Well, I didn’t know if you would want to keep it for appearance’s sake, or move out entirely,” he answered. “It would be more convenient for you to have your things here, but I don’t know if it would have any effect on your job if they knew you…” Vachon trailed off as he noticed Tracy stiffening in his arms. “What?”
“I’m moving in here?” she asked with an annoyed tone to her voice.
Vachon almost said out loud what he was thinking; which was, “Of course you are!” but he caught himself just in time. He knew that Tracy loved him and didn’t want to be apart from him, but he also remembered that ‘modern woman’ thing. As in ‘modern independent woman.’ It wasn’t that he wanted her in his home; it was that he didn’t ask her first. “Boy, I almost stepped on a mine there!” Vachon thought. “I guess watching soap operas has some redeeming value after all.”
“I love you Tracy. More than I have ever loved anyone in five centuries. I don’t want to live apart from you, but I would understand it if you need to keep your apartment. That’s what I was asking; do you want to move in here?” Vachon asked.
Tracy wasn’t entirely fooled, but she was mollified. “Nice save, Javier,” she said before melting back against him. “Of course I want to live with you. I couldn’t imagine going back to a regular alarm clock,” she teased, wiggling her butt in his lap. “As for the apartment, I will give 30 day notice tonight. We can discuss moving things later.”
“And your job? Your co-workers? Your father?” he asked softly.
Tracy finished off her drink and set the glass down. She hugged his arms around her, loving the feel of his skin against hers. “It won’t hurt my job, and my coworkers won’t do anything more than gossip behind my back, and that’s normal,” she answered. “As for my bastard of a father- I meant what I told you; you are my master now. I couldn’t care less what he thinks of me. He is dead to me from today on. The only relationship I have with him is the detective/commissioner one.
They lapsed back into a comfortable silence for a minute before Vachon again spoke. He was thinking of the relationship pitfall he had skirted moments ago, “Querida, I don’t want any misunderstandings between us- I haven’t been in a real relationship in a long time, and things were very different then.” He nuzzled her neck before continuing, “I will probably say something along the line that will be insensitive or rude or violates some sort of expectation you might have. If you will promise to just tell me when I do, I will try to understand why it upsets you and fix it.” He turned her in his lap so he could see her eyes, “I don’t want us to fight over misunderstandings. That being said, we need to discuss a little of the rules of the community.”
Tracy was very happy to hear the first part- she didn’t want misunderstandings either- felt a slight sense of trepidation at the second part. “What rules?” she asked.
Vachon smiled reassuringly at his lover, “They aren’t really rules- nothing in writing. They are more like expectations- but very stringent ones. There are times when failing to meet expectations can be a terminal mistake,” he said gravely.
She could feel the undercurrent of seriousness to his speech and paid full attention to what he was saying.
“In the community’s eyes, you are my childé: A fledgling vampire, and I am your master. In their eyes, you are my property, my slave.” Seeing the little bit of hurt in her eyes, he plowed ahead before she could speak, “I love you. I respect you. I always will. I would never treat you like a slave, like a possession.”
Tracy just knew that there was a ‘but’ about to be revealed.
“When we are in groups of the community, like the Raven, or the upcoming gathering at the equinox this spring, everything you do will reflect on me, as your master,” he said.
“Ok, what’s the part I don’t want to hear?” she asked, knowing that he was holding back.
“A fledgling is expected to obey his or her master without question,” he answered. “It shouldn’t be a problem, Trace. I only bring it up so that you know about it ahead of time. If you disagree with something I say or do when we are among the community, you just have to wait until we are alone to say anything. That’s all- I don’t expect you to blindly agree with everything I have to say or do, just don’t question me in public- for both our sakes.”
Tracy didn’t like the thought of expected obedience- it reminded her of her mortal father, and anything that reminded her of him was a bad thing. “What do you mean, for both our sakes?” she asked.
“I mean that I would be expected to punish any impertinence you display, and I have no intention of doing that,” he said firmly.
Tracy could see the resolve in his eyes, and the barest hint of apprehension. She stroked his jaw line with her fingers and asked, “And what happens if you don’t?” She sensed that there was more to the story.
Vachon sighed, he didn’t really want to tell her, because she might see it as emotional blackmail. However, he also didn’t want to fight about it or have her be hurt if it should ever come to pass. “At best, I would lose face in the community.” Seeing her unwillingness to let it go, he added, “At worst- depending on who the elder or group was- they might kill us both; you for overstepping your bounds, and me for refusing to correct you.”
Tracy wanted to say, “Are you kidding?” but she could feel the solemnity of his words through their link. She sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the magnitude of the situation. It would be like being with her mortal father at a police function. She didn’t like that comparison at all.
Vachon could feel the anger and disapproval rolling off of his childé, but she didn’t say a word. “Quierda, it won’t…” he wanted to reassure her that this wasn’t something he wanted or intended to exercise on her, but she interrupted.
Tracy gently covered his lips with two fingers, “Shhh, Vachon.” She was still pondering the comparison with her mortal father, and how much she hated being with him. He wanted to show her off like a trophy, or a trained animal- be seen but not heard, unless it was to expound upon his greatness. She was almost going to say something about it until she made eye contact.
Vachon looked into the eyes of his childé with love and devotion. He sent waves of reassurance and adoration through their bloodlink.
Tracy realized the fundamental difference in the two situations. The form was the same, kowtowing to the supposedly superior male in public, in order to enhance his position and stature. But the object of this magnification- there was no comparison. In private, her mortal father had no love for her, no desire to spend time with her and never supported her efforts. No matter what she did to please him; no matter what she did to gain his acceptance and approval, he rejected her.
And then, there was Javier Vachon.
He loved her enough to want her to be intimately connected to him forever. Not because of her efforts, but rather, in spite of her failings and weaknesses. He trusted her with a secret that placed both their lives at risk, and never withheld his approval. Everything she did for him was met with acceptance and love. Her efforts to please him were always rewarded in the most wonderful way. He was beautiful and desirable and could have had almost anyone- but he chose her. He was patient and willing to wait until she was ready- reassuring her against her fears and self-doubt. He was perfect.
“Javier, will you promise me something?” she asked.
Vachon knew he would promise her anything, even if it meant endangering them both. That didn’t keep him from being afraid, though. Afraid of the consequences should she act in less than a subservient manner when required. He just nodded his head.
Tracy gently grasped his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes she said, “Promise me that you will do whatever it takes, even if it means to beat me or bleed me, to keep us safe and alive.” At his look of astonishment and protest she quickly added, “I can recover from wounds and beatings, Javier. I could never recover from loosing you.”
Vachon could see and feel that she meant it. He felt his love surge at the self-sacrifice Tracy was willing to undergo for him. For them both.
Tracy was startled as the world pitched and swayed around her when Vachon swept her up into his arms and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
Screams of ecstasy could be heard for nearly a block in every direction for the next two hours.
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The Corbeau
5:00 p.m. Saturday
“Janette?” MacLeod asked as he gently dried her delicious backside. Their shower had lasted over an hour, during which he had her screaming his name no less than five times. Of course, his own immortal healing was all that kept him from being hoarse for the next month.
“Again? Duncan, you are insatiable,” she teased.
He didn’t even blush, he just smiled and gave her a light spank on the smooth creamy flesh before him. “Later, vixen.” He softly kissed the pale cheek he had struck and then stood up, pulling her freshly washed and dried body against his own. He took a moment to smell her wonderful hair, a warm tremor running down his body from hairline to toes at the scent.
Janette pressed herself back against him, desiring maximum skin contact, as she hugged his arms around her, just below her breasts. She took an unnecessary breath, just to feel those arms tighten against her expanding ribcage. “How I love him!” she thought. “That this simple touching could make my legs weak.”
“Janette, I have to go back to Toronto tomorrow night,” he said. Feeling her tense ever so slightly, he reassured her, “Not for long, love. But I promised Agent Mulder that I would begin his training and arrange for a permanent teacher if I decided not to take it on myself.”
“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious. “You just met him, didn’t you? Why would you make such a commitment?”
“It’s who I am, Janette,” he said as he gently kissed her neck. “I always try to help new immortals when I find them. If they want my help. I couldn’t face knowing that they had lost their heads so young, if I could have helped them.”
“My hero,” Janette teased. “What if they don’t want your help?” she asked.
“I can no force them, Janette. I can only do what I can,” he answered.
“My practical hero… I don’t think I can let you go for that long,” she said wistfully.
MacLeod nuzzled Janette’s head, savoring the feel of her soft tresses against his freshly shaved cheek. He ignored the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that this wasn’t real- that she couldn’t love him; he couldn’t really love her. That voice was getting quieter every time she drank from him. In those moments he could feel her feelings and think her thoughts, and she his. As unreasonable as it might sound to anyone to whom he might describe it, he was in love with this woman, and she felt exactly the same way.
Janette wondered at the pause after her comment and was about to break the silence when she heard his faint, unsure whisper, “Janette? Would you come with me?”
MacLeod knew she had some issues with her ‘family’ in Toronto, and he didn’t want to push her to do anything she felt uncomfortable doing, but he did want her with him, if she were willing.
She turned in his arms, deliberately dragging her luscious curves against him. She looked up at him, ignoring the stirring member she felt beginning to harden against her as she moved her body across it. She gazed into his eyes as though she were examining his soul.
“I understand if you don’t Janette. You don’t have to on my account if you don’t want to…” he began.
“Don’t I?” Janette asked in a peculiar voice.
“Of course not…” MacLeod hastened to explain before she silenced him with a finger on his lips.
“Yes.” At his raised eyebrow she elucidated, “Where ever you go, I shall be with you.” Smiling at the look of love in his eyes, she appended, “For as long as you will have me.”
“For as long as I live,” MacLeod answered. “Forever if we can both live that long.” Smiling, he bent down to seal his promise with a kiss that was tender and adoring.
After long moments he broke the kiss. “I was going to fly back early tomorrow afternoon, but I will call and get us a flight after sundown,” he said.
Janette smiled, “If it were warmer, I would fly us across myself.” At his incredulous look she said, “I wouldn’t want you to get frostbitten, even if it would heal quickly. As it is, I will accompany you on a lesser form of flight.” She smiled sweetly and mentioned, “That leaves us almost 24 hours to kill. What ever shall we do?” she asked coyly.
Mac smiled at the pretended artlessness of his lover. “First, I’m going to call the airline. Second, I’m going to call Methos and arrange us a ride from the airport.” Answering her exaggerated pout, he said in all seriousness, “Third, I am going to lay you down in that bed over there and not let you out for the next twelve hours.”
Feeling a delicious shiver run up and down her spine, and a low, rumbling warmth in her neither regions, Janette virtually ran to get him a phone to use.
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Wikkid P’s Bar and Grill
4:00 p.m.
The sunlight hadn’t hurt him at all. He drove around for a little while until he found a restaurant that struck his fancy. The smell as he entered assured him that he had chosen well. He hadn’t eaten, other than blood, for a couple of days and Mulder quickly discovered that he still enjoyed ‘real’ food. He had chowed down a nice thick steak, a basket of fries and was finishing his second glass of Newcastle brown, fighting down a very momentary pang of sorrow at the thought of not being able to share the restaurant experience with Scully anymore, when he felt it.
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Phineas Froag had been walking down the street, thinking about getting out of this town. He hadn’t encountered another immortal since that weird guy on the roof the other night. The one with the quickening that felt unlike any other he had ever encountered before. It was weak, and he didn’t really feel it was entirely worth his time. However, he felt his honor was at stake now- weird guy had managed to escape him, shooting him right off of the roof. “Plus he made me lose my sword!” he thought angrily.
Froag had retraced his steps, hanging out in that area hoping to see weird guy again, but was almost ready to give it up. His patience was limited in the best of times, and this was not one of those times. He had managed to acquire another sword, at outrageous cost, and wasn’t entirely happy with it. He had been using the other one for so long that it felt like an extension of his own arm, rather than a tool. If it wasn’t for the hope of finding this guy and getting his sword back- not to mention killing the weird guy- he would have left already.
While these thoughts of anger and vengeance played out in his mind, Froag suddenly felt the power of another quickening wash over him. Unlike last time, this was a ‘normal’ quickening. Not the most powerful he had ever felt, “Must be pretty young,” he thought. With a grin on his face he decided that this would help combat his boredom.
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Mulder watched the entrance to the restaurant cautiously. He wondered if he were about to see Methos or MacLeod walk through the door, or if it would be someone new.
The black hair and beard framing the sun-browned face brought a quick flashback to that night on the apartment roof.
Now he knew what ‘IT’ was, and why it was small then. He also thought that Froag would undoubtedly want to finish what he started the other night. Mulder wondered at the lack of fear he felt- he wasn’t certain what to do, but he didn’t feel any trepidation. He was sure that he could escape- after all Froag couldn’t fly, could he?
Mulder formed a plan of action in his mind as Froag walked straight towards him.
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Froag couldn’t believe his luck. Sitting there in the sparsely populated dining room was that weird guy that he had been looking for all week! He was going to get a quickening, get his sword back, and kill that weird guy; all at the same time. “Then I can get the hell out of Canada!” he thought.
He smiled as the weird guy made eye contact and stood up. He watched the guy pull some money out of his wallet and throw it on the table, then turn and walk toward the back of the restaurant.
“This is going to be easier that I thought!” Froag snickered to himself. He watched as the guy went through a door and out into the alley. The door swung shut behind him and Froag fully expected that the guy would try to ambush him as soon as he went through the door. After all, that’s what he would have done himself.
Froag shot through the door and rolled on the ground, somersaulting to his feet, sword out and swinging at… Nothing.
“What the hell?” he shouted. He could feel the guy, but he was nowhere to be seen. “He couldn’t have run very far, I still feel him,” Froag thought. He ran around to where the dumpsters were- the only hiding place for twenty meters in either direction. Again, nothing. The light was dimming as the sun fell behind the horizon, but even in twilight Froag could see well enough to be sure that the guy wasn’t in the alley. He finally looked up at the buildings on either side, the restaurant roof was three stories up and no fire escape, the building across the alley had a fire escape, but it was retracted- if the guy had used it, it would have been down.
He shouted his frustration, “I will find you!”
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Mulder knew that he shouldn’t be laughing. But, it was almost impossible not to, seeing this immortal throwing a tantrum like a two-year old child.
He had taken advantage of his new skills and leapt for the sky the moment the door closed behind him. He had reached the roof of the building across the street and turned to look back down just in time to see Froag coming up out of a tumble and strike a blow at the air behind him, no doubt assuming that Mulder would be there to hit. Mulder didn’t doubt that he could probably take this guy, what with his new-found speed and strength, but had decided to do a favor for Adam instead. “Might as well try to make nice with the other immortals,” he thought. Besides, he could understand that Adam wanted to take his friend’s quickening back from this jagoff for himself.
After several minutes of waiting, listening to Froag grumble and curse, and watching him pace up and down the alley, Mulder began to see a flaw in his plan. He couldn’t very well follow him back to wherever he was staying, if he wouldn’t leave the alley. It appeared that Froag was going to stay as long as he could feel that Mulder was still there.
The solution to Mulder’s dilemma occurred to him when he began to feel the hunger-pangs.
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Nick’s loft
4:45 p.m.
Scully woke to find herself alone in bed, and hungry of course. She quickly made her way to the kitchen to take care of the second problem before focusing on addressing the first.
[Where are you Mulder?] she asked as she saw the scene before him.
[I was enjoying a nice lunch when I was rudely interrupted,] he answered her.
Scully asked, [Is that Froag?]
[Yep.]
Scully thought for a moment and then asked, [Mulder, why are you watching him walk up and down an alley raving, instead of laying in bed next to me as I woke up?]
Mulder laughed at the question, [I thought we might find out where this guy lives and tell Adam Pierson where to find him. But, he won’t leave the alley as long as he can feel me in the area.]
Scully interrupted, [So you thought I could follow him?]
Mulder smiled [See, I knew you were psychic, Scully,] he teased.
[Mulder, why don’t you just tell him to meet you somewhere later tonight, and we can send Adam in your place?] Scully thought to him in a slightly exasperated tone. [I want you here. Now!]
Mulder could feel the rising heat in Scully’s thoughts. He could feel her arousal. [Great idea Scully!] he thought.
Mulder looked around to see if anyone else could see him, then quickly flew over the restaurant, landing behind some trees so the people in the parking lot wouldn’t see him. He ran over to his car and got in. He quickly scribbled a note on the pad in the car and then drove around the restaurant to the alley opening.
===== X-FILES ===== FOREVER KNIGHT ===== HIGHLANDER =====
Froag was furious; he felt the weird guy’s quickening fade away for a minute and was walking to the end of the alley when he felt it return. He looked up and saw the guy in a tan Ford Taurus stop at the mouth of the alley, rolling down his window. He heard the guy yell, ‘Sorry pal, got a hot date, how about a rain check!’ and then he threw a balled up piece of paper out the window before taking off.
Froag ran towards the street, hoping to get a look at the license plate, but by the time he got there the car was shooting around the next corner and was gone. He shouted his frustration and spun on his heel, striding back to the ball of paper on the ground. He read it and then shoved it in his pocket. “Tomorrow you die!” he growled and then strode away.
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