Incarnations of Immortality
By The Bear!
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Vachon’s Church
Vachon awoke to two competing
sensations. His head ached a little,
“I must have really hit hard,” he thought.
He remembered that he passed out standing up, with
The second sensation Vachon was
feeling was
[Yeah, lucky you] she thought
to him.
“‘Lucky me’ is right!”
Vachon thought as he lay his now-healed head back on the floor and sunk down
into the sensation
This time their actions were
slow, as they cherished one another. An
hour later they fell asleep in each other’s arms again- still never having
made it to the bed.
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FOREVER KNIGHT ==========
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He had figured out that she was
one of the unholy ones last weekend when he had stopped in with a couple of his
buddies to try and score some chicks. He
had seen her with her pale skin and her smug look of superiority, drinking blood
from a glass like it was wine. He
could tell it wasn’t wine- too thick, it stuck to the glass.
He had seen her kind before- devil spawn, bloodsuckers.
His papa hadn’t done much for him growing up, but he did teach him
about vampires. It was a vampire
what done in his papa when he was fourteen.
He’d seen the aftermath. He
hadn’t ever found the bloodsucker that did it, but he figured this would be as
good a chance as ever for a little payback.
He knew she would have to come
back here before sunrise- she apparently lived in the club somewhere.
“Must have a coffin in the basement or something,” he thought.
Then he heard footsteps coming. He
could hear them talking and laughing. “She
must be saving him for a bedtime snack,” he thought.
“Good, I might be able to save him after all.”
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FOREVER KNIGHT ==========
HIGHLANDER ==========
Janette felt absolutely
wonderful.
They had gone from her hand on
his arm to being wrapped in each other’s arms without even noticing it.
It just felt natural. As they
got close to the club she felt suddenly compelled to kiss him.
Actually, she had felt that compulsion from the moment he sat down with
her at the club, but she had rigorously suppressed it.
It would be more accurate to say that she suddenly felt unable to
restrain herself any longer. It was
this distraction that kept her from paying adequate attention to the sound of
the heartbeat in the alley beside the Corbeau.
Hindsight was indeed 20/20.
MacLeod had just brushed her
lips with his own when he felt the impact against her back as the arrow thudded
home just under her right shoulder. She
immediately let out a terrifying scream and spun to face her attacker.
The pain was almost un
She watched with horror as it
struck him right in the heart. He
had already began his down stroke with the sword and, therefore, managed to
avenge his own death- neatly severing the assailant’s raised bow in two, and
splitting his head like a giant melon- killing him instantly.
The pain in her heart
overshadowed the pain in her back when she got to
Janette wondered at his words,
and even more so at his beatific smile. She
was even more heartsick, if that was possible.
He had seen what she truly was, and not only accepted it, but seemed
genuinely happy with it- even as he died. She
was sure now that Duncan MacLeod would have been an ideal candidate whom to
offer immortality.
She managed to pick him up and
carry him into the club with her. It
was, of course empty by this time. She
didn’t house any strays here as she had in
She downed another bottle of
the house special before going over to consider
Finally she approached his
body, she had left him on a table, on his back- the arrow sticking straight up
into the air. She angrily yanked the
arrow out and snapped it in half. “As
if that could bring him back,” she thought, furious at the insignificant worm
that had perpetrated this monstrosity upon them out of some misguided religious
fervor. “Aarghh!” she growled.
She had to restrain herself from going out into the alley and jumping up
and down on what remained of his head, or perhaps pulling out the sword and
chopping him into little bits.
The thought of the sword led to
other thoughts. “Why was he
carrying a sword?” she wondered. She
remembered that he had been at Hénri’s muttering about a sword.
Maybe that’s what he purchased there.
He did seem to know how to use it, however.
He also responded to the attack in a manner that suggested combat
experience. She had never been a
warrior, but she knew that most people tended to react with confusion or fear
when an attack commenced. She knew
this from having been the attacker, more often than not.
Her musings were interrupted by
a loud gasp, and the sound of a heart beating rapidly.
She spun around to see who had invaded her privacy and was properly
shocked to see Duncan MacLeod sitting up on the table, his hand clutched at his
chest where he had been struck by the arrow.
Janette was dumbstruck.
MacLeod awoke to find himself
sitting on a table in the now-deserted club.
Janette was standing in front of him, jaw dropped.
He could see that she had reverted- no fangs and eyes normal.
He could almost believe that what he had seen had been a pain induced
delusion, except for the fact that he knew- intimately- that vampires did indeed
exist, and that she would not be standing at all if she were not one of them.
His first question was, “Are you alright?
Did you get it out?” he croaked. At
her blank stare he repeated the question, “The arrow.
Did you get it out of your back? Do
you need me to get it?”
Janette was stunned into
silence. She nodded her head and
pointed to the arrow lying on the floor in the doorway beside the bar.
Janette slowly shook her head,
still unable to formulate the proper response.
Janette managed to reply to
that one. “In the alley,” she
said, pointing to the door.
Janette listened as
She could hear his unspoken
question. She could see the fear of
rejection in his eyes, and her heart broke.
Questions could come later. She
loved this man. He had fought and
died for her, even if it wasn’t permanent.
He obviously accepted her for what she was.
How could she not do likewise? Why
would she even want to? As before,
she let her actions answer both his questions.
She stepped to him and wrapped herself around him, kissing him soundly.
When
At the same time Janette said,
“When I saw you die…”
They both laughed.
Janette let go of him and
stepped back one pace and said, “As you have clearly surmised, I am a
Vampire.” She felt surreal saying
those words out loud.
MacLeod responded with, “We
call ourselves Immortals. Not
terribly clever- but I never knew there were any others who could lay claim to
that label.”
That statement puzzled Janette.
“But, you were not surprised when you found out what I am.”
At his look of protest she clarified, “Not surprised that we exist, I
mean.”
“You might find this to be an
incredible coincidence, but I only recently had my first meeting with your kind,
at least so far as I know it was my first. It
was, in fact just Wednesday evening,” he mused, remembering the eclectic mix
of immortals he had encountered that night.
He was distracted enough that he missed Janette’s question.
“Hmm? Sorry, what was
that?”
Janette was amused by the
far-away stare
MacLeod smiled at that.
“Actually, I met several vampires that night.
One was following a friend of mine who met me at the airport.
He killed us and then ran off.”
Janette grabbed his arm,
concerned. “Why?
Why would he do that?” she asked, upset at the thought of Duncan lying
dead- regardless of whether he could recover from it or not.
“Your friend is like you?
He recovered? Did you
encounter that one again?” she asked. She
was still uncomfortable with the idea of one of her kind stalking
Suddenly MacLeod knew why this
club was giving him déjà vu! “Janette?
Have you ever heard of a club in
Janette’s mind was whirling
with the implications. It seemed
fate was playing a trick on her. “Oh
dear,” was all she said for several moments.
Finally she led them to a table and said, “Tell me everything that has
happened to you since Wednesday,” as she sank into her chair.
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FOREVER KNIGHT ==========
HIGHLANDER ==========
Mulder woke up first again.
He looked at the clock and saw that he had a little over half an hour
till sunset. He pressed into the
link with Scully and detected only her presence, no thoughts or any definable
emotions. “I guess vampires
don’t dream,” he thought. “I’ll
have to ask about that.” He was
thirsty again- product of making good on his promise at the quick-mart.
They had barely made it to their room before he was tearing her clothes
off and going down on her. This
time, the blood set him off again. She
tasted like strawberries and caused his fangs to drop.
This development was a joy to them both, he could definitely see himself
spending hours giving head to Scully, the taste and sensation from the blood was
supremely satisfying to him, and so long as he made one wrist available to her,
she could have repeat orgasms while he serviced her.
Of course, he still enjoyed straight coitus, a fact which he demonstrated
twice before they succumbed to the pull of death.
This time he lasted a lot longer before dying.
It felt like heaven, and it just went on and on.
He knew that she was absolutely addicted to his blood and that she was
embarrassed by that fact, but he was hopelessly addicted to her as well.
“And, this is one addiction with no downside!” he thought.
Well, there was the thirst. But,
that was a very small price to pay.
Once he had come back to life,
Scully was out for the day. He had
gone down to the kitchen and finished off the OJ, making a mental note to get
some more for Natalie, if she still needed it, and himself.
Then he rejoined his partner in bed, this time bringing a large jug of
water with him, which he now emptied.
Mulder thought about their
link. It was a marvel.
In his wildest imaginings he could never have dreamt of this level of
intimacy. Despite the fact that her
vampirism would present many difficulties for them both- they would probably
have to leave the FBI- he was glad that she was a vampire.
The cause was horrifying; he got cold chills whenever he remembered
walking into that alley and seeing the pile of broken flesh and bone that was
his Scully. The effect- her
vampirism- was magnificent. Of
course, that effect was definitely affecting him as well.
He hadn’t had a chance to face the sun since the increase in his
change. It would be interesting to
see if he was truly turning, or his link with her was just allowing some
bleed-through. He didn’t think
giving up the sun would be too high a price to pay for being a part of Scully.
“Flying would be great, too,” he thought.
Not to mention, it would definitely give him an edge in ‘The Game’.
He would be able to avoid most fights, and if not, he would have an
advantage in speed and strength.
Thinking about the future
inevitably lead back to thoughts of their jobs with the Bureau.
In some ways it would be a relief to be free of the restrictions placed
on them by their jobs. Of course, he
would also miss some of the access that came with the badge.
“Maybe they would let us consult, from time to time,” he thought.
Natalie had a point when she said they could still search for the truth.
He would wait to see what Scully thought.
Knowing that she would wake up hungry, Mulder went down to the kitchen
and got several bottles from the fridge. Then,
he finished off the Gatorade, making another mental note to restock the fridge.
Whether it was for him and Natalie, or just himself, it would definitely
get consumed.
Mulder lay on his side,
watching her sleep. He knew she
would wake up soon- sundown was in less than ten minutes now.
He was running his fingers through her hair when an idea struck him.
“I wonder if Scully wants to get married,” he suddenly thought.
He knew that she wanted to be with him for the rest of their lives, as
did he. He never even thought about
marriage. He personally didn’t
have a strong opinion about marriage. He
often thought of it as being almost inconsequential to the relationship.
People who loved each other- truly loved each other- didn’t have to be
married to do so. Some of them did
get married, some of them didn’t- but they stayed together and loved each
other for their whole lives. On the
other hand, many, many people were together- married or otherwise- and didn’t
love each other like that at all. They
didn’t stay together more than a few years, at best.
Again, the institution of marriage seemed inconsequential to the
relationship’s success or failure. Scully
might feel otherwise, however. He
was pretty sure Scully’s mom would definitely feel otherwise.
“Dana Mulder,” he whispered, trying it on for size.
Of course, Scully was a modern woman.
She might not want to take his name.
“I’ll probably always call her ‘Scully’ anyway,” he thought.
Scully woke up about that time.
Mulder felt his consciousness expand to include Scully’s awareness.
Immediately the hunger hit him and he wordlessly handed her the first
bottle. It only took two bottles
this time to sate her. “Does that
mean you’re getting acclimated?” he asked.
“I never asked Nick what was
‘normal’ for a morning feeding,” she replied.
“Thanks for bringing me breakfast in bed Mulder,” she said with a
grin.
Mulder sat in front of her and
looked at her. She was deliciously
naked, her eyes still glowing and her fangs just starting to recede.
He felt arousal, of course, but even more so he felt a deep and abiding
joy suffuse his spirit.
Scully watched as Mulder’s
grin got wider and wider, and felt the growing joy that he was feeling.
It made her smile and giggle, “What, Mulder?”
“Do you feel that?
Of course you do,” he said, answering his own question.
“That’s you, Scully. You
make me feel like that. So happy,”
he shook his head slowly in amazement. “I
never even knew anyone could be so genuinely happy, let alone me.”
He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, “Thank you, Dana,” he
said, trying out her name- something he rarely did.
Scully had never felt more
cherished. Every time they made
love, she could feel his adoration for her, and now with the link, it became
constant- like being wrapped in a warm cloak on a cold day.
Even so, she couldn’t imagine it could grow to more than it already
was; yet it did. Every day his love
for her grew, and hers for him. “We
are going to be a pretty goofy pair, Fox,” she said; and then she giggled-
using his given name seemed strange.
“It does, doesn’t it,”
Mulder answered her feeling. I guess
I fell in love with Scully, and that will probably always be how I think of
you,” he said.
Feeling Mulder’s unspoken
possessiveness when he used her name, she said, “Don’t you mean ‘My
Scully’? Isn’t that how you
think of me?” she asked with a smile.
Mulder nodded his head, moving
in to kiss her. “That’s
right,” he whispered. “You are
mine, Scully. Forever.”
“Forever!” she agreed just
before they kissed.
The kiss started softly, as
they delighted in each other’s love. Soon,
however, the kiss deepened, Mulder’s fangs dropped- Scully’s had never fully
retracted. Before they knew it they
were each drinking from the other. This
time Mulder didn’t die. They
stopped after about 10 minutes- both of them amazed.
Mulder did feel a little lightheaded, unlike Scully who felt blissfully
sated.
“I think you drink faster!”
Mulder said.
“I only drink as fast as it
comes, Mulder,” she replied. “Maybe
you bleed faster.”
Without any thought, Mulder
picked up the remaining bottle of blood, bypassing the water he had left, and
drank it down.
Scully was somewhat stunned.
“That’s new,” was all she said.
Mulder stared at the bottle in
his hand. The blood tasted good, not
nearly as good as Scully tasted- this was much less flavorful, but it still
tasted good. He caught a faint
emotional residue from it; nervousness? Someone
was nervous about donating, a young man? That
startled him. “I don’t feel like
a vampire,” he whispered. Turning
to Scully he asked, “Do I?”
Scully considered him for a
moment. “No, not really,” she
answered. “You don’t feel like
any vampire I’ve met, anyway. All
four of them. Your heart is beating,
but it’s really slow… about 20 beats per minute.”
She shook her head as if to clear it, “It’s kind of hard to tell what
I’m feeling separate from what I’m feeling you feeling.
Does that make sense?”
“No- but, I know exactly what
you mean,” Mulder said sympathetically.
“It’s kind of late to ask
this, but… Do you want to be a vampire, Mulder?” Scully asked.
“I never really thought about it when Natalie suggested it.
I just wanted this thing between us, [this], to get stronger.
I like feeling like I’m a part of you,” she finished sheepishly.
[Every time I think I
couldn’t possibly love you more than I do at that moment, I find out that
I’m wrong. And my love for you
grows,] he thought to her as he tightened his arms around her and kissed her.
Before their kiss could deepen
into something else she pulled away. “Mulder!
At this rate we will never get out of this bedroom,” she objected.
She cut off his protest with a thought, [You need a shower, Mister!]
Mulder leered back at Scully,
“*We* need a shower, Scully.” Sensing
that she really wanted to give in anyway, he added- in his most innocent tone-
“I could wash your back…”
Scully did not for a moment
have any illusions that washing her back was all he had in mind.
However, her thoughts were leaning in that direction as well.
She smiled a coquettish little smile and said, “Ok!” as she bounded
out of the bed, dragging Mulder along with her.
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FOREVER KNIGHT ==========
HIGHLANDER ==========
He woke up before Natalie that
evening. He could hear Dana and
Mulder playing and giggling in the guest room.
He smiled to hear the joy they had in each other.
He was looking forward to a bond with Natalie.
It might not be as close as the bond his childé had with her lover, but
it would be a wonderful sharing of souls. Thanks
to Mulder, Nick wouldn’t have to worry about Dana being jealous of her new
sister. Especially since this sister
would also be her master’s life-mate.
Nick also was giddy with
anticipation about Natalie’s transformation.
It seemed that she was vampire. “Her
reaction last night was certainly textbook vampire,” he thought.
He would be interested in Mulder’s reaction- to see if she exhibited
any ‘Quickening’ once she awoke from her death-like sleep.
Whatever the case, he could feel her now as he did Dana, so he was
hopeful. He drank one bottle himself
in order to be properly fortified for the evening ahead, then waited in eager
anticipation for his beloved to awake.
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HIGHLANDER ==========
Natalie woke up to the feeling
of hunger pains so intense that she was cramping up into a fetal position.
She heard someone say ‘Here Nat, take this,’ and a wine bottle was
pressed into her hands. She could
smell the blood and immediately poured it down her throat as fast as it would
come out. The moment it was empty it
was taken from her and replaced with a full one.
This continued until she was nearly through her fourth bottle.
She set it down in her lap and finally took a breath, “You weren’t
kidding about the first hunger!” She
licked her lips and finished off the bottle.
Turning to face Nick she asked, “It gets better, right?”
Nick smiled and replied, “You
will always wake up hungry, my dear; but it will get much easier with time.”
Now that her thirst was
assuaged, she became hungry for something else.
Nick was sitting on the edge of the bed, and they were both naked.
Her new senses made her more aware of him than she had ever been before-
the smell of him was stronger now, and she could smell herself on him from last
night. Her own arousal quickly
surged and she gave in to the impulse to attack him.
Nick saw the look in her eyes a
split second before she leapt on him. As
they fell to the floor he spun them around so that he landed on her, pinning her
wrists above her head and her legs with his.
“Oho! Feeling playful this evening, are we?” he teased.
Natalie felt her fangs tear
through her gums for the first time and saw everything around her through a
filter of green. She felt a need in
her for Nick that was almost as strong as her hunger for blood had been.
She needed to feel him inside of her, thrusting.
She needed to feel his fangs in her throat and sink her own into the
sweet honey she could smell flowing through his veins.
“Nick! I need you now!”
she said as she struggled to get to him with her teeth.
“Patience love, behave
yourself and you will get what you need,” he said.
He saw a subtle change come over her when he told her to behave, a
certain glint in her eye. He felt
himself becoming even more aroused at the possibilities, but he wasn’t certain
that she wanted what he was thinking of, so he tried another tack; “You will
have to restrain yourself, Natalie,” he began- emphasizing the word
‘restrain.’
Natalie suddenly had a picture
in her mind of Nick restraining her, dominating her and driving her wild with
ecstasy as she lost all control. She
didn’t know if he was sending the image to her, or she was sending it to him,
but she could see that he was definitely getting it.
This was an aspect of her personality that even she had been unaware of.
She had never played BDSM games before, but the thought of it was making
her wet with anticipation.
Nick definitely got the
picture. He didn’t have all the
hardware they would need, but he did have handcuffs, and they would do for now.
Plus, with her new strength, she could easily break free if things went
beyond what she was willing to do. He
swiftly grabbed her, and the handcuffs, and but her on the bed, on her knees
facing the headboard. He cuffed her
hands together to the headboard and pulled her back towards him until she was
bent over, stretching forward to reach the headboard with her ass up in the air
facing him. She was softly moaning
and demanding for him to take her now. Nick
stared in silence for a moment at Natalie’s delicious ass wiggling in the air,
her lips wet and dripping for him. It
took all of his self control not to give in to her demands for satisfaction.
He leaned forward over her, letting the head of his cock brush her lips,
but not enter. He whispered in her
ear, “Is this what you want?” rubbing the head up and down, wetting it in
Natalie’s dripping juices.
Natalie was wild with need.
“Yes Nick! Do it now!”
she demanded. She tried to push back
onto him when she felt a delicious sting as his hand came down on her ass with a
resounding slap. It made her even
more aroused and desperate for him.
“Beg me for it Natalie,” he
growled in her ear. “Make me
believe that you need it more than you’ve ever needed anything before!” he
said, relishing this role, but at the same time hoping she wouldn’t hold out
too long. He didn’t think he could
wait very long himself.
She wanted to beg, but she also
wanted the game to go a little longer. She
had never felt this aroused before. The
anticipation was amazing. She
couldn’t trust herself to speak so she just shook her head and bit down on her
lower lip.
Nick alternated between
resounding spanks and gentle licks and kisses on her pale white ass-cheeks,
reddening them delightfully. After
each spank he would repeat his demand that she beg for her release.
He was almost to the point where he would be the one begging, himself.
Finally he ended one kiss by driving his fangs into the smooth ruddy
flesh.
The sensation of Nick’s fangs
in her ass drove her over the edge. She
had already bitten through her lower and upper lips in an effort to remain
silent. She finally gave in and
began begging, crying for her master to give her what she needed.
That was all the encouragement
Nick needed. He immediately drove in
to her, pumping madly as his own need was so great.
She pushed back against the headboard, meeting his thrusts with
bone-shaking impact. Finally he
could take no more and sank his fangs into her neck, while offering her his
wrist so that she could find her way too.
Natalie felt the warm jets of
his release within her as her own convulsions wracked her.
She felt the delightful weight of his body as he collapsed on top of her,
the length of his torso warm against her back.
“Warm?” she muttered. “Nick,
why are you warm?” she asked, confused momentarily.
Nick chuckled, “Some doctor
you are!” he teased, whispering in her ear.
He reached over to the nightstand and got the key for the cuffs.
As he unlocked the cuffs,
understanding dawned on her. “I
should have expected that, I guess,” she said, shaking her head at her
foolishness. “I’m just used to
you feeling cool to the touch. It
didn’t dawn on me that that would change.”
“It’s no matter, Love,”
Nick replied. “Although, speaking
of surprises…” he began, holding up the cuffs and shaking them in front of
her, “Where did that whole thing come from?”
Just looking at the cuffs
dangling in front of her was making her hot again.
She suddenly had an image of herself strapped spread eagle to the bed
while Nick tortured her with his hands and mouth.
Liquid warmth spread through her at the thought.
Nick watched his mate’s eyes
glaze over at the sight of the handcuffs. He
saw her nipples surge erect and smelled her renewed arousal.
He was amazed at this response. “You
never told me you were into this, Natalie,” he said seductively.
“I would have been happy to accommodate, you know,” he whispered,
drawing closer to her.
Natalie was a modern woman.
She believed that women were equal to men in every way; frankly, they
were superior in many ways. She
still believed that- and if she had thought for one second that Nick considered
her to be anything less than his equal she would have never allowed him into her
life as she had. That being said,
the thought of Nick dominating her, enslaving her, and utterly possessing her
was driving her wild. She finally
took her eyes off of the cuffs and met his gaze.
“I never thought I could be, Nick.
I never imagined that I could trust someone enough to surrender myself
wholly to them.” She smiled at him
in delight, “When you possess me, Nick, I feel free.”
The combination of her words,
her scent, and the feelings she was broadcasting through their link was more
than he could stand. He dropped the
cuffs and grabbed her hands in his own. “Then
feel free, my love,” he said as he pressed her against the bedroom wall,
holding her hands above her head with one of his own.
He ravaged her mouth with his, while running his free hand over her body.
He reached behind her and pulled her hips away from the wall until she
was hanging by her hands.
She wrapped her legs around his
waist for support as he drove himself home inside her once again.
He began ramming himself into her, pressing her into the wall with each
stroke. He drew out slowly and
slammed back in forcefully again and again.
She had no real leverage to thrust back, so she tried to pull him into
her with her legs around his waist, but he ignored her and kept his steady pace-
relentlessly driving her insane with need. She
begged him to go faster, but he paid no heed to her pleas.
Nick was driving himself insane
at the same time. He felt the need
to drive his fangs into her neck and trigger his release but ignored it.
He was going to bring her to the edge slowly, knowing the outcome would
be more intense, the slower he took her there.
So he continued to drive into her until she was weeping blood tears,
thrashing about and crying his name. Her
eyes were blood red and her fangs were gnashing as she tried to reach out and
sink them into his flesh. He kept
her restrained and leaned away from her efforts to bite him.
His own eyes were red and his fangs too itched to be sheathed in her
flesh.
When she was ready to reach the
summit he denied her his blood. She
was crazy with need, trying to reach him with her mouth, trying to bite him
anywhere she could get to, trying futilely to free her hands from his grasp.
Finally when she thought she would lose her mind entirely, he lowered his
head to her and allowed her to sink her teeth into his throat.
The moment his warm blood hit the back of her throat she came like a
supernova- the sensation burning her mind with its intensity.
The pleasure felt like fire searing through her veins and she didn’t
even notice his teeth in her shoulder until they had consumed enough of one
another to begin tasting themselves in the blood.
Nick released her hands as he
pulled away from her. Then he leaned
forward and kissed her, softly and lovingly.
“I love you Natalie Lambert,” he said simply.
Feeling the love flow through
to her she luxuriated in its warm embrace. “I
love you too, Nicolas de Brabant Knight,” while returning the feeling through
the link.
They decided that a shower
would be in order, and spent another 45 minutes exploring each other’s bodies
before the water got too cold for even them.
“We need a bigger hot water
tank,” Nick said as they returned to their bedroom to dress- kissing all the
way.
“Absolutely,” Natalie
agreed. “Maybe one of those
‘constant demand’ water heaters,” she said as she briefly broke the kiss.
“Do you think we should go downstairs and join Dana and Mulder?” she
asked before planting another kiss on his mouth.
Nick slid away from her mouth
and began kissing her cheek toward her ear, which he began licking and biting
gently, “I suppose we are being neglectful hosts,” he answered.
“Ok,” Natalie answered with
a shiver. “But, we will continue
this later, right?”
“Ab-so-lutely!” Nick
whispered in her ear, before breaking away to finish dressing.
They went down the stairs
hand-in-hand and noticed Dana latched on to Mulder’s neck.
Nick smiled at the thought of catching his daughter ‘necking’ with
her boyfriend on the living room couch.
Natalie wondered if Mulder was
getting used to the flavor of blood, as she remembered her own distaste for it
before coming across.
Nick chuckled aloud and said,
“Alright you two, get a room.”
He stopped dead in his tracks
when they pulled away from each other suddenly and turned toward himself and
Natalie.
Natalie gasped at the look on
Mulder’s face. More accurately,
she gasped at the look *of* his face.
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FOREVER KNIGHT ==========
HIGHLANDER ==========
After drying off and getting
dressed, Mulder and Scully went downstairs and sat on the couch in front of the
fire that Nick seemed to have perpetually going.
Mulder sat in the corner of the couch, with Scully curled up against him.
They each had a glass of bloodwine they were sipping on, and they were
discussing their immediate future. Out
of deference for Nick and Nat, who they could hear were moving about in Nick’s
room, they were conversing via thought. Besides,
Mulder thought it was cool to be able to do it this way.
[You’re such a boy, Mulder,]
Scully thought.
[Come on, Scully.
Didn’t you ever dream of being telepathic?
We’re living, breathing X-files!] he replied.
Scully sighed.
[Speaking of the X-files…]
[Yeah.
I've been thinking about that lately.
What do you want to do?] he asked.
[I don’t think I can stay in
the bureau like this. Frankly, I
don’t know that I want to anyway.]
[Really?] Mulder asked,
astonished. He had always thought
their work was just as important to her as to him.
[We don’t need the Bureau to
look for answers, Mulder,] she said. [We are part of a community now that has
resources unlike anything the bureau could have ever provided.
If we combine that with the links the gunmen have, we should be able to
do even better than we were before.]
Mulder was somewhat surprised
to hear her echoing Natalie’s sentiments so exactly.
Scully continued, warming to
her subject, [plus, we won’t have to put up with the crap details, the
oversight, the politics…]
[The expense reports!
I always hated those,] Mulder added.
Mulder’s comment took some of
the wind out of Scully’s sails, [Well… yeah.
There is that.] she began. [We
could find a way to make it work. Maybe
we could consult, consultants make a lot of money.]
Mulder realized that Scully
thought he was nay-saying. [Actually,
Scully. I’ve got money.
I was serious about hating those expense reports.]
“What do you mean, ‘I've
got money?’”] Scully demanded, pushing away and turning to face him with one
brow raised.
[The wages of sin pay pretty
well, Scully. Dearest Dad left
behind quite a chunk of change. Plus
there are several houses…] he began.
[You mean all this time you
were rich? Why did we always have to
stay in the seediest hotels available?] she demanded.
[If I had known you were rich, I would have seduced you a long time ago,]
she joked.
“If I had known you would
have seduced me, I would have told you a long time ago,” he whispered.
They both laughed softly at
that, mostly at their own stupidity for not seeing how the other felt for so
long. Scully curled back up against
him and they sat in silence for a moment- mental as well as physical.
They could sense each other’s emotions intimately, however, it seemed
that they only heard each other’s word thoughts, not mental pictures or
images, unless they were sharing blood. When
they were in the same room, their senses overlapped and everything seemed to be
in 5-sense equivalent of surround sound. When
they were in different environments, their own senses dominated unless they
concentrated on the other’s.
Suddenly they both thought to
each other, [I was thinking…] then they laughed and Scully thought [go ahead,
Mulder]
[I love you Scully.
You know that…] he began.
She would have been nervous at
that except that she felt nothing but love and adoration from him.
[Yes, I do,] she interjected.
Mulder smiled, pulled her a
little tighter against him and nuzzled her hair, luxuriating in the feel, smell,
and presence of his Scully. [I want
to be with you forever. In ten
millennia I want to be holding you in my arms, just like this.
You’re mine- ‘My Scully’.]
She secretly- although not so
secretly anymore- enjoyed Mulder’s possessive streak.
She wanted to be possessed by him, wholly.
Just as she owned him utterly. [Yes.
And you belong to me. I own
you, Mulder.]
Mulder reached his hand up and
caressed her face with the back of his fingers, [Completely,] he agreed.
[I want to proclaim it, Scully. I
want to look at you and think, ‘That’s my wife’,]
Scully’s breath caught and
she spun around in his arms to face him, just in time to meet his gaze as he
said, “Dana Scully, will you marry me?”
Immediately tears of joy welled
up in her eyes and left bloody streaks down her cheeks.
She was rendered speechless, but not without thought, [Every time,
Mulder…]
Mulder thought that was a funny
way to answer his question, [every time?]
[Every time I think ‘I
couldn’t possibly get any happier than I am right now,’ you prove me wrong,]
she thought. Recovering her voice
she said, “Of course I’ll marry you, Mulder.
I’ll love you forever- and ten millennia from now I want to be sitting
in the arms of my husband.
The happiness Mulder felt both
in himself, and from his now fiancée, combined with the smell of her bloodtears
sparked Mulder to change. His eyes
turned, his fangs dropped and he couldn’t restrain himself from leaning
forward and licking the tears from Scully’s cheeks.
Well, that incredibly erotic
act broke what little restraint Scully was showing and she changed too.
Within a heartbeat- his, not hers- their fangs were buried in each
other’s necks. Just in time for
Nick and Natalie to come walking down the stairs.
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FOREVER KNIGHT ==========
HIGHLANDER ==========
Janette woke up to the sound of
snoring. Very faint, but unusual
enough by its very presence to bring her back to consciousness.
Vampires, not needing to breathe at all, didn’t snore.
She hadn’t woken up to that sound since Robert had died.
She turned to her side to look
at the man who now occupied her bed. It
was amazing to think that she had met this man less than 24 hours ago, and yet
here he lay in her private chambers below the club; in her bed.
She barely knew him, yet she already loved him.
“At least he is not mortal,” she thought with relief.
She would not have to suffer the anxiety of the thought that he could die
at any moment, car wreck, illness, random violence, etc…
There was, however, the matter of this ‘Game’ that he had told her
about. “Ritual Combat seems a
silly way to spend eternity,” she thought.
Still, Janette had not fallen in love on a whim since Nicolas.
She had, on impulse, become infatuated with a potential new toy from time
to time, yes. But not love.
Then, of course, there was the
revelation of her family in
She was still incredulous at
the turn of events in
That thought brought her back
to this glorious man who was lying next to her.
She felt her fangs ache in desire. She
still could not believe her good fortune to have someone like this quite neatly
drop into her life. She would have
been suspicious if not for the fact that she would know the truth at the first
taste of his blood. She believed in
him already, but if he were trying to trick her she would know soon enough.
“And what point would there be to such an elaborate ruse?” she
wondered.
MacLeod awoke, opening his eyes
and seeing before him a most beautiful sight.
Janette was lying there, watching him.
Her hair was sleep-tousled, her eyes were bright; the irises a deep green
that he imagined he could fall into forever.
“God, Janette. You are lovely!” he whispered, the words torn from him
by her sheer presence.
Janette could hear the desire
in his voice, his accelerated heart beat and respiration.
She saw his beautiful eyes dilate with arousal.
“You look absolutely delicious,
“No.
They did no cover that topic,” he replied.
“Is there a great difference?” he asked, taking her hand from his
chest and delicately kissing her palm.
Janette smiled at
“Ah,” he replied.
“Do humans usually survive sex with vampires?” he asked.
She hoped he was not getting
cold feet, “If sex is all the vampire has in mind?
Sometimes; if the vampire wants to stop.
Their mortal partner will survive,” she answered.
“Of course it isn’t as simple as that.
If the vampire has a strong emotional attachment to their lover, it can
be especially hard to stop in time,” she added.
Janette smiled even more
broadly at the incongruity between
“Hmm, what happens then?”
MacLeod asked, sliding the strap off her other shoulder.
Janette was definitely becoming
distracted by
“And then…” he whispered
as he cupped her breast through her gown.
Janette was growing slick with
arousal. She thought that she would
melt if she didn’t get him inside her soon.
“The mortal will die, or be brought across,” she answered at last.
Her fangs were dropping, and all the colors around her were turning
green.
MacLeod looked Janette straight
in the eye as he slipped his hand beneath the now loosened nightgown and gently
cupped one breast in his hand, sliding his palm across the hardened nipple.
His voice dropped to a husky whisper, “You will no have to worry about
that with me, Janette. I will come
back to you.” He closed the rest
of the distance between them and kissed her, gently.
His tongue slid across her teeth, scraping lightly on her fangs, drawing
a drop of blood.
Even that tiny drop was enough
to show Janette the truth behind his words.
It was impossible that they could love each other after so brief a time,
yet she tasted echoes of her own feelings in his blood.
She could feel his erection pressing against her gown, trapped inside his
briefs. She rolled him onto his
back, hitching up the length of her gown and pulling down his underwear just
enough for what she needed.
Mac felt himself groan from
deep inside his belly as her slick, cool flesh enveloped him.
It was a sensation entirely unique in his 400 years of life.
He looked up at her as she slowly slid up and down his length.
Her eyes glowed a golden green, her ruby lips were parted and her bright
white teeth and fangs glistened. Before
he knew of vampires he would never have imagined that glowing eyes and fangs
would be sexy, but they were. And
how! He caught a tantalizing glimpse
of her breasts swaying under the gapped nightgown, and suddenly he had a
desperate need to see all of her. “Janette,
please,” he moaned. “I want to
see you.”
She knew instinctively what he
meant. She swooped down on him for a
short, but heated kiss, and then sat up on him, shimmying her gown over her head
and off.
MacLeod’s breath caught at
the sight. Her flesh was uniformly
creamy white, save for her dark nipples and the triangle of hair on her lower
abdomen where their bodies met. He
hadn’t thought it was possible to become harder than he already was, but he
did. He gasped, “God in heaven,
you are beautiful!”
Janette felt his member
swelling inside her. He was like a
length of just forged steel inside her, filling her with heat.
He reached around her and pulled her down to him, pressing his face into
her bosom, suckling like a newborn. She
hadn’t felt this cherished in a long, long time.
It felt wonderful.
Mac felt himself coming close
to the edge and began to thrust powerfully up into her, increasing the tempo of
their love. He remembered that she
would need to take his blood in order to reach her own orgasm, so he arched his
neck and said, “Now, Janette. Do
it now!”
She needed no further urging,
having been restraining herself since she awoke.
She buried her fangs into the golden sweep of his neck and drank
strongly.
The link was established
between them and swept them up into the whirlwind of thoughts, feelings, and
memories attendant to the act. They
jointly felt the hot gush of his orgasm inside her, and the tremors and
contractions of her nearly simultaneous release.
They each felt the cherishing love that they had for one another.
The lack of time shared between them was erased in an instant, and they
knew one another completely. Each
was amazed at the other’s age, not having known what to expect.
They instantly forgave one another for past sins, and gloried in their
joy of life, despite dark times. More
importantly they accepted each other as they were, and could easily see joining
for eternity.
In the past, each had lamented
the loss of those whom they might have thought of as soul mates.
Now they saw that each had really been waiting for this moment.
This relationship was already beyond what either had ever experienced
before, and it was in its infancy. They
would delight in seeing it grow over the next millennia or two.
Inevitably, Janette was unable
to stop in time. MacLeod felt death
approaching, as he had hundreds of times before.
He reassured her through the link that he would come back for her, and
then blackness took them both.
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