Incarnations of Immortality
By The Bear!
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Nick’s loft
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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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
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…
“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
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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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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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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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
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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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
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
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 had managed to wake up
before
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.
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
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Vachon’s smile got wider as
“I love you Javier,”
Vachon pierced one of
The sting of the bite on her
ear was enough for
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,
“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
“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
“I love you
“And your job?
Your co-workers? Your father?” he asked softly.
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.”
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.”
“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.”
“I mean that I would be
expected to punish any impertinence you display, and I have no intention of
doing that,” he said firmly.
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.”
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.
Vachon looked into the eyes of
his childé with love and devotion. He
sent waves of reassurance and adoration through their bloodlink.
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.
Vachon could see and feel that
she meant it. He felt his love surge
at the self-sacrifice
Screams of ecstasy could be
heard for nearly a block in every direction for the next two hours.
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“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?
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
“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
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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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
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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
<“It might be small, but
I’ll take it!”>
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
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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