Incarnations of Immortality
By The Bear!
Disclaimer: See Prologue
Terminal
3
MacLeod
had kept his word; by
As
the plane taxied to the gate, MacLeod was reliving the previous night in his
head. He had marveled at his
reaction to her. He hadn’t had
that much sex… well, pretty much ever. In
the short time he had known Janette, they had loved each other more times than
he had done in a month with any other woman he had ever known.
He had never had difficulty rising to the occasion before, but with
Janette, it seemed like he was constantly aroused.
A look in her eyes, a soft touch, a single sultry sentence- that was all
it took for him to be ready for the next bout.
Even more marvelous was the fact that she seemed to feel the same way.
Her constant delight in his body didn’t seem to weaken with the
frequency of their coupling. He had
no doubt that if they had not succumbed to fatigue, they would have continued
all day long.
They
had stopped for a few moments at a time for Mac to drink and eat, as he needed
to replenish his blood supply frequently. Neither
of them even considered her not taking his blood- that was the most intense and
intimate part of their union. For
those few moments while she consumed him, they were joined more completely than
mortals, or immortals, could ever imagine. To
know one another so completely; to feel their deepest doubts and fears, their
greatest joys and delights; to bask in the warmth of each other’s love; it was
magnificent. He had lost count of
the times they had cried at the beauty of this thing between them, it was second
only to the number of times that they had laughed till they had no breath
(figuratively for her).
Though
they had been fast and furious at times, mostly it was leisurely- as they
explored one another’s bodies, learning their secrets.
It turned out that Janette had the most sensitive legs- from the
backsides of her knees all the way up to the crease at the top of her thighs.
When Mac would caress the backs of her thighs while running his tongue
along the top, just under her glorious cheeks, she would squirm and moan almost
as loudly as if he had been attending directly to her clitoris.
Janette
had shown Mac his own unexpected erogenous zones- she found that nibbling on the
soft bit of flesh at the crease on the front of his shoulder, where the arm
meets the chest, she could send tingles of pleasure straight to his groin.
His cock would twitch every time she nibbled him there.
The insides of his thighs a couple of inches above his knees were so
sensitive that when she bit him there to drink, he came prematurely.
Any other time, with any other woman, he would have been mortified.
Instead he and Janette had let fly peals of deep laughter- both of their
bodies shaking with mirth. Of course
the laughter had ended with a groan when she began to clean the spilled seed
from his lap with her mouth and tongue.
MacLeod
turned away from his reminiscing and looked at Janette.
He found that she was staring at him, a small grin on her lips.
“Pleasant
thoughts my love?” she asked.
“Very,”
he answered. “I was thinking about
how amazing you are, how unbelievable this thing between us is, and how
amazingly much I am in love with you.”
Janette's
grin softened into a broad smile and she grasped his right hand in both of hers,
bringing it up to her face and nuzzling her cheek against his palm.
“You are my heart,
Mac
slid his hand along her face and into her hair, gently grasping the back of her
head and drawing her toward him for a slow, languid kiss.
A kiss that might have turned into something more had the plane not
reached the gate at that moment.
As
the passengers stood up and began to gather their personal belongings, MacLeod
noticed that Janette seemed hesitant to rise.
Her
He
kept them standing in front of their seats as the stream of passengers debarking
passed them by. He drew her into a
tender embrace and softly kissed her lips, never removing his gaze from hers.
Knowing that the answer was probably ‘no,’ he whispered, “Is there
anything I can do to help, Janette?”
Normally
Janette would have been embarrassed by anyone who noticed her nervousness (or
fear, if she were brutally honest with herself) and pulled away in denial.
This being Duncan, however; her response was to melt into his arms,
warmed by his tender concern- not even for a moment fearing that he would think
poorly of her. She rested her
forehead against his and gently sighed, “Mon cour, you are sweet for asking,
but there is nothing to be done but to face this and move on.
Knowing that you are by my side is all that I will need to make it
through this ordeal.”
“Will
it really be so horrible?” he asked gently, stroking her lower back with his
large hands.
Janette
pulled away from him and collected her purse from the floor in front of her seat
before answering, “Probably not. Mostly
I think, I did not want to be confronted with his guilty conscience, and self
loathing,” she said as she indicated that he should collect their carry-on
from the storage compartment and debark themselves.
“Nicolas can be so tiresome, with his brooding self-pity, his constant
whining about being damned…” she paused and looked down at her hands, which
were nervously clutching at the straps of her handbag before continuing in a
whisper, “The worst part is that, at the end, when I was with Robert, I began
to believe what Nicolas had been saying for a century.
I thought we were damned, and as I regained my mortality I thought I had
been saved from that horrible fate.”
MacLeod
simply put his hands on hers, waiting for her to finish.
“Then,
for him to so callously disregard my request, for him to selfishly throw away
what I had thought of as my salvation because he couldn’t have it!” her
whisper had turned into a hiss by this point and she stopped speaking and took a
moment to visibly get hold of herself.
MacLeod
squeezed her hand gently and asked, “And now?
How do you feel now?”
Janette
smiled warmly at him. “Are you
asking if I still believe that Vampires are damned?
No. I am grateful to be
immortal once again. What angers me
is that he convinced me otherwise… That
he almost made me give up eternity for a silly notion that immortality was a
curse to be feared, rather than a gift to be savored.”
She guided MacLeod out into the aisle to leave the plane, noticing that
everyone else had already gone. “I
suppose I should be indebted to him for helping me realize that humans
shouldn’t be treated like cattle, but I don’t think I needed to give up
immortality to learn that lesson. We
don’t have to kill to survive, as I was once taught.”
MacLeod
smiled as he followed her off of the plane.
“Maybe this will be good for her,” he thought.
He felt the quickening of an immortal as they entered the jet way, but
was unconcerned, knowing that Methos was supposed to be picking them up.
“I think Methos is here,” he said.
The fact that the quickening wasn’t as strong as Methos’ didn’t
register until Janet spoke.
“
MacLeod
stopped, stilling Janette with a hand on her shoulder.
“Now that you mention it, that quickening doesn’t feel strong enough
to be Methos.”
Janette
lightly gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth, “Could he have fallen to this
Froag person you mentioned?”
MacLeod
hadn’t seriously considered that Methos could loose to Phineas Froag.
He had never met him, but knew by his reputation that he was an
undisciplined, if vicious, fighter. He
had been training with Methos ever since he decided to re-enter the game.
He was confident that there were very few immortals that could defeat
Methos; however, he also knew that in combat anything could, and often did,
happen. “If it is, I will take
care of him,” he answered coldly. Thinking
of what she had said, he asked “Why would he have a vampire with him?”
“That
would seem to be an odd coincidence,” she agreed.
“Perhaps we should go see?” she asked.
“If necessary, I can handle any interference from my type,” she
reassured him. “They don’t feel
more than two hundred years old, if that.”
“Well
then, love of my life, let us indeed go and see for ourselves,” MacLeod said
with a half-bow and a dramatic sweep of his arm.
========== X-FILES
========== FOREVER
KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER
==========
“Are
you sure this is the right plane, Mulder?” Scully asked as they watched the
line of passengers exiting the plane trickle to nothing.
“No.
I’m sure it’s the plane Methos said he would be on, but that
doesn’t mean that…” he trailed off as he felt the quickening.
Scully
felt it as well, being intimately tuned in to Mulder’s feelings.
She also felt something else.
“Is
that a vampire?” Mulder asked.
“I
think so.” Scully answered.
“Why
would MacLeod feel like a vampire?” Mulder asked rhetorically.
“We’ll
have to ask him,” Scully answered anyway.
Both
raised an eyebrow when they saw MacLeod and a lithe, raven-haired vampire
walking out together. Their body
language was very intimate, even though they weren’t actually touching.
There was no doubt that they were ‘together,’ they thought.
Ironically,
that intimate body language was the first thing that Janette and MacLeod noticed
about the duo waiting for them. MacLeod
whispered, “It’s ok, I know those two,” as they saw Mulder and Scully
standing outside the gate.
Scully
reached out to the vampire with her senses and was struck by the age and power
that she bore; much more than her master, but slightly less than LaCroix.
Strangely, she felt like Nick- the same way
[That’s
Janette!] she thought to Mulder.
[Who?]
he asked, not recognizing the name.
[She
is Nick’s sister… well now she is Nick’s childé,] she thought.
Mulder
was confused. [He turned his
sister?]
[Long
story, Mulder. I’ll explain later.
I wonder how those two met,] she wondered.
[That’s
an awfully big coincidence, Scully,] Mulder thought suspiciously.
Struck by another thought he asked, [How many siblings do you have,
Scully?]
Scully
spent several seconds culling through the memories she had from the deep link
with Nick before answering, [I think there is another surviving sister out
there, but as I remember, they are estranged.
Of course, I thought he and Janette were at odds as well, yet here she
is.]
MacLeod
and Janette approached the two FBI agents and Mac wondered to himself if their
appearance was something taught by the Bureau to all of its agents- they stood
nearly motionless, their eyes hidden by sunglasses, their body language alert
but relaxed. The only movement they
made was for their heads to move slightly toward one another, and then back
toward Janette and himself. It was
almost as if they were having a conversation without moving their lips.
He found it highly disconcerting.
Janette,
for her part, was intrigued by the pair. She
felt the mental approach by the woman as she exited the jet way, and allowed her
own power to flow forth in answer. The
confusing thing was that Janette would swear that the woman was childé to Nick,
yet she was over a century old, almost two!
Janette would have instantly known if Nick had brought anyone across
during the previous century when they had shared blood while she was still
living in
Then
there was the question of the man by her side- his heart was beating, but so
slowly! If it weren’t for that,
she would have thought he was a fledgling vampire.
Furthermore, he felt like he was the woman’s fledgling.
Had she tried to turn him and he only came across partially?
Such creatures were always wildly unstable, and had to be destroyed.
MacLeod
set down his bag and stuck his hand out toward Mulder.
“Agent Mulder? What
happened to Methos?”
Mulder
shook his hand and answered, “He had a conflicting engagement.
He said he would meet us at the Raven tonight.”
MacLeod
accepted that for the moment, not wanting to discuss anything of substance in
the public airport concourse. He
offered his hand to Scully and said, “Agent Scully, this is…”
“Janette
dúCharme,” Scully finished for him. She
decided to offer her the courtesy due a powerful elder vampire, “It is an
honor to meet you, my sister,” she said with a half-bow.
“I am Dana Scully.” [Play
along Mulder! She is an elder, and could kill us both before we even knew what
hit us. Plus, from what I remember,
she was pretty pissed off at Nick last time she saw him…] she thought to
Mulder.
[No
need for us to
Janette
paused for a moment and then suddenly laughed out loud in delighted humor.
“Are you sure you are a childé of Nicolas?
I have never known him to have a polite bone in his body!”
Drawing
on her memories of Nick and Janette’s last encounter, and her knowledge of
Nick’s changed outlook on life, “or unlife, as he might have called it,”
she thought; she said, “He is not as you remember him, Janette.”
She
sobered. “So
[That
went well,] Mulder said sarcastically as he and Scully turned to follow.
[Hey,
we’re not dead!] she answered back with an internal chuckle.
[Well,
I’m not anyway,] Mulder joked.
[Careful,
Mister! Or you will be!] she said as
they caught up to Janette and MacLeod.
==========
X-FILES ========== FOREVER
KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Methos
sat cross-legged on the floor in the center of the largest room in the building.
He had been waiting for three hours for Froag to show.
Not that Froag was late, but he wanted to be here when he showed up.
Hopefully he wouldn’t bolt when he saw it wasn’t Mulder waiting for
him; he didn’t want to waste time chasing this walking pile of rubbish, he
just wanted to take his head- take back Scott’s quickening and get the hell
out of
Methos’
musings were interrupted by the feeling of the quickening as Froag loudly
entered the building.
Phineas
was feeling furious. “Well, you
cowardly bastard, I’m surprised you actually showed up!
Finally got tired of running?” he shouted as he entered the building.
He stopped short when he saw the figure sitting on the floor, a sword
across his lap. “Hey!
You’re not the freak I’m looking for.
Where is that lily-livered sap? Sent
you in his stead, huh? You his
‘teacher’? Poor little…”
Methos
interrupted his rant, “Shut up and fight, or did you plan to wear me down with
your charnel-house breath?”
Froag’s
eyes narrowed and he suddenly charged the seated figure, drawing his sword from
his trench coat.
Methos
sat, unmoving until he could determine the angle Froag was going to strike from.
As he swung his sword towards Methos’s head, Methos brought up his
sword, deflecting the blow just above his head, and then rolling forward into a
summersault and onto his feet. He
immediately crouched back down as he sensed Froag’s recover and backhand
swipe.
As
the blade whistled above his head, he swept his own sword in a tight arc around
his body and launched a snap cut behind him, calculating that he would at least
partially eviscerate his opponent. He
was surprised when his sword encountered almost no resistance at all.
When his body caught up with his swing, bringing him around to face his
opponent, he saw that Froag had been able to pull his abdomen back away from the
strike. Methos had barely scratched
him, drawing blood but leaving him essentially unhurt.
Froag
was, however, overextended by his dodge and Methos sought to capitalize with a
quick snapping cut up toward his head. Froag
was able to block this, barely, and step back to regroup himself.
“Damnation!
He’s quick!” was all Methos had time to think before Froag again hurled
himself toward him with a stabbing lunge.
Methos
parried the lunge and began to slowly back up as he parried blow after blow.
He quickly realized that Froag’s style- inasmuch as it could be
described as a style- was to utilize his quickness in a ferocious attack,
attempting to overpower or overwhelm his opponent for a fast kill.
He showed no finesse or skill- just speed and power.
Methos was able to deflect every blow with relative ease, but couldn’t
muster a counterattack. He resigned
himself to a defensive role and waited for him to tire or make a mistake.
Froag
saw that he wasn’t going to be able to break through with brute force- his
favorite method- and so used the one trick he had ever mastered.
Methos
parried a series of sweeping criss-crossing slashes bringing Froag’s sword up
and over his right shoulder for a strong descending cross-body hack.
He brought up his sword in both hands to his upper left to block what he
was sure would be a massive strike- presenting his left shoulder forward, his
right arm across his body. Too late
he saw his mistake as, rather than sweeping out and down, Froag dropped his
hands in front of his stomach and lunged forward, dropping the tip of his sword
into a stabbing blow.
Methos
was able to keep from taking the strike in the chest by bringing his right arm
further up and taking the strike deep into his right bicep.
Froag
saw the wound he had inflicted on his opponent’s sword arm and assumed the
battle was over. Unfortunately for
him, Methos didn’t even break stride as he countered- his bicep was out of
commission, but he was able to twist his entire body to the right, bringing his
sword across a horizontal plane toward Froag’s head.
The blow wouldn’t have been enough to take his head, but Methos
wasn’t aiming for a killing blow. He
sliced across Froag’s eyes, blinding him.
Froag
screamed out in rage and pain, dropping his sword as his hands came up to his
face. Methos took the time to switch
his grip and run Froag through the abdomen, causing him to drop to his knees and
double over in agony.
Before
pulling the sword from Froag’s gut, Methos harshly whispered in his ear,
“Scott Santeramo was my friend.” He
then yanked the sword free, twisting as he pulled.
Froag would have screamed, but his diaphragm was shredded.
The last thing he heard was his opponent shouting the ritual chant,
“There can be only one!”
Methos
swept Froag’s head from his shoulders with a single cross-body swing.
He then had time to gently lay his sword on the warehouse floor as the
quickening began to pour forth from the decapitated corpse that was Phineas
Froag. Had there been a living
observer in the room they might have heard him whisper, “Welcome back,
Scotty,” as the energy snapped into his body, picking him up off of the ground
and tossing him around like a rag doll.
==========
X-FILES ========== FOREVER
KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Janette
and MacLeod had invited Mulder and Scully to join them in their suite at the
Sheraton before leaving for the Raven. As
the hotel was connected to the terminal, they hadn’t even had to go to Mulder
and Scully’s car. They sat in a
rather comfortable conversation group, Mulder and Scully sitting in their
customary position on an overstuffed leather couch, while Janette and MacLeod
shared a matching loveseat. Janette
was curled up against Mac, wrapped by his arm, but not actually in his lap as
Scully was with Mulder.
MacLeod
had gotten the story about Froag, sans Mulder’s vampiric abilities, and was at
once glad for, and worried about his friend Methos.
He imagined that Methos could take Froag with little trouble, but he was
well aware that there are no guarantees in battle.
Janette
finally began asking the questions that had been bothering her since she saw the
pair in front of her. “Dana, is
Mulder your childé?”
“Mulder
isn’t a vampire, Janette. He is an
immortal, like
Janette
just stared at Scully, letting her incredulousness show, and letting some power
slip forth as a subtle reminder of their relative stations.
[Mulder,
if she requires me to share with her, she’s is going to find out anyway…]
Scully began.
[Why
not just share then. Maybe she will
keep it quiet that way, if she understands why we want to…] he responded.
[Mulder,
I’m pretty sure that what she knows, he knows.
You know?] she thought.
“It’s
ok with me, Scully.”
Scully
stood up and stood before Janette expectantly.
Janette
divined Scully’s purpose and asked, “Would you like to do this in
private?”
Scully
shrugged. “What I know, Mulder
knows. I assume the same is true for
you and Duncan?”
Janette
smiled and stood, drawing the smaller woman into her arms.
Scully
bared her throat; as the younger sibling she would play the submissive part.
Janette
hadn’t shared with a sibling in a long time, and Dana was very beautiful.
She felt her arousal quicken at the thought of taking this one and
showing her some of the more pleasurable aspects of belonging to a vampire
family. She hoped
Scully
had to restrain herself from jerking back at the shock of feeling Janette’s
warm tongue on her neck. She was
embarrassed by the arousal she was feeling from this woman, and by the fact that
Mulder was feeling her response. She
sighed as she felt the sting of Janette’s fangs in her throat.
She responded by driving her own into the ivory smoothness of her neck.
Mulder
almost embarrassed himself by groaning out loud.
Probably the most erotic sight he had ever beheld was right in front of
him. Plus, he could feel everything
Scully was feeling, it was almost as if he was in the bloodkiss along with her.
Scully
was again overwhelmed by the intensity of sharing with such an ancient vampire,
though she could feel Janette’s humor at being described as ancient.
“One millennium is not ancient, Dana” she heard Janette think.
Scully saw the events surrounding her meeting Duncan MacLeod, felt the
deep emotion she had for him. She
also flashed back to Janette’s brief stint as a mortal, and the subsequent
return to immortality- age and power intact.
She felt Janette's feelings of betrayal for the way their master ignored
her request, coupled with a secret relief that he had brought her back across
regardless of her desires.
Janette
was shocked to see that Dana had indeed only been turned the previous week.
She felt a pang of sympathy at the events leading up to her conversion,
and understood how it was that Nick came to be her master.
She saw the changes in Nick and saw that he had brought Natalie across as
well. She was astounded to see the
depth of change in her brother/master. She
would never have imagined that he would be willing return to the fold, as it
were. “LaCroix must be so
pleased,” she thought. She was
amazed at the depth of the link Dana had with her lover and partner.
She was also stunned by the changes he had gone through, while
maintaining all of his human abilities. “You
are correct to worry about the enforcers, Dana.
Mulder’s conversion… if that is the correct term, should be kept
hidden if at all possible,” she thought to Dana.
“
Scully’s
head was swimming, and her body was aroused to the point of pain.
She needed Mulder, and she needed him *right now!*
Feeling
her sister’s need, as well as her own arousal, she whispered, “You may use
that room; gesturing toward the bedroom behind her.
She then released her hold on Scully and grabbed MacLeod’s hand-
dragging him toward the other bedroom.
Mulder
heard the whisper and lunged forward, tackling Scully into the loveseat, bowling
it over just as MacLeod stood up out of it, pulled by Janette.
Again, Mac missed the sight of Mulder displaying his vampiric abilities.
If he hadn’t had his eyes glued to Janette’s retreating form as she
pulled him toward the bedroom, he would have noticed that the other two never
hit the floor on the other side of the loveseat, but rather flew across the room
and into the bedroom, staying about 3 feet off of the floor the whole way.
Although, as lust-filled as his mind was at that moment, even that might
not have been enough to move his thoughts away from getting himself buried
inside Janette as soon as humanly possible.
Janette’s
lust was such that they ended up having sex fully dressed.
She unzipped MacLeod’s fly and pulled out his member while he slid her
dress up around her hips and pulled her panties aside just enough to slide home.
He was already inside her when they fell onto the bed and within moments
he was pounding himself into her as if to drive her through the mattress.
It took less than two minutes before her fangs were in his throat and
they were wrapped in simultaneous orgasm. Janette
once again licked him clean and put him away while waiting for him to revive.
She
was still wrapped in the warm glow of the bloodkiss, reveling in the depth of
feeling and caring that were communicated between them during those moments,
when he ‘awoke.’
After
the standard moment to recover from yet another ‘death,’ MacLeod turned to
look upon the face of his beloved. “Thank
God for the bloodkiss,” he said as he reached toward her and stroked her lips
with his thumb.
“It
is one of the very best things about being a vampire, I think,” Janette said.
“There
are no words that could adequately convey to you just how much I love you,
Janette. But I know you can feel it
in the bloodkiss- because I feel your love for me,” he said.
Janette
looked at her lover, his eyes dark with desire and shining with unshed tears,
and felt her heart give an extra beat. “After
they leave, you and I need to talk,
Normally
when a woman said that to a man, the man would be worried for the future of
their relationship. Another benefit
of the intimacy of the bloodkiss is that MacLeod felt not even a glimmer of
nervousness. He knew their
relationship was secure in that aspect. “What
about?” he asked, never ceasing his gentle stroking of her cheek and lips as
they lay facing one another on the bed.
“There
may be a way to establish a more permanent… a continuous link between us,”
she said. Seeing his eyes light up,
she hastened to add, “There would be side effects, and even some risk.
It is something I saw in the kiss with Dana.”
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Janette
and MacLeod had moved back to the living room of the suite and were each
enjoying a beverage- Mac from the room’s minibar, and Janette from her own
stock which she had brought from the Corbeau- when Mulder and Scully came
stumbling back into the room. They
were both giddy and acting just slightly tipsy as they made their way back to
the couch, arm in arm.
“Sorry
about that,” Mulder said- not looking the slightest bit apologetic.
“Scully gets… needy.”
“Hey!”
Scully shouted, slapping Mulder on the chest.
“That’s not true!” she said in mock indignation.
Mulder
just stared at her, one eyebrow raised and a goofy grin on his face, for several
moments.
Scully’s
shoulders dropped and she sighed dramatically, “Ok, ok,” she capitulated.
Turning toward Mac and Janette she crinkled her nose and whispered
conspiratorially, “It’s true, I do.”
Mulder
pulled her into his chest and nuzzled her hair, saying, “Hey gorgeous, that
was *not* a complaint, just an observation.”
Changing
the subject completely, Scully bounced excitedly and said, “Hey Mulder!
Are you going to ask
As
thought just remembering himself, Mulder said “Oh yeah!”
Turning toward Mac and Janette again, he asked, “Does your offer of
training still stand? I’d like to
take you up on it, if it does.”
“Well,
yes it still stands,” MacLeod answered. “However,
it would appear that I am going to be moving to upstate
Mulder
and Scully looked unconcerned, and MacLeod thought they might not be taking
things seriously enough. “This is
a dangerous time for you, Agent Mulder. You
might not meet up with another immortal immediately, but if you did, you would
be unable to defend yourself! Not
all of us are good people- there are many who would just as soon take your head
as look at you.”
“I
know that MacLeod. I met one just
the other day,” Mulder answered.
“How
did…” Mulder began.
“Methos
saw the quickening from the hotel room you loaned him.
By the time we got there you were gone, but we found the blood and a
sword.” MacLeod looked into
Mulder’s eyes, “Who was he? How
did you beat him? Where did you get
a sword?” he finished shaking his head, realizing just how many questions he
had.
Mulder
looked at his lover, [How much should we tell him?]
[Janette
said that we have to tell him, plus she knows everything already,] Scully
answered silently.
Mulder
just nodded. Turning back to MacLeod
he said, “Janette can tell you about the changes, and what that means to the
two of you.” Seeing MacLeod’s
confusion he added, “Suffice it to say that I can take care of myself… I
just want to know more about who we are… and I don’t want to have to rely on
‘special abilities’ every time I meet an immortal who thinks that I would
look better if I were a foot shorter.”
He
smiled broadly at MacLeod and stood up, bringing Scully up with him.
“We are going to go back to DC and close out some things there…” he
began.
“Resign
from the FBI…” Scully continued.
“Sublet
our apartments…”
“Put
our things in storage…”
“Spend
Christmas with Scully’s Mom…”
“Then
come back here for Nick and Nat’s wedding at the end of the month,” Scully
finished.
Mulder
said, “If you are still willing, we will then find a place near wherever you
are and we can begin training. If
you change your mind, maybe you can give me a lead on someone else to train
me.”
Scully
looked at Janette and said, “Will you be going to the Raven tonight?”
at Janette’s hesitation she added, “You know I can’t keep anything
from Nick or LaCroix if they want to share blood with me.”
Janette
stood, along with
Mulder
shook his hand with a wry smile, knowing that MacLeod was in for a surprise when
Janette told him everything that was going on.
“Yes, tonight.” Turning
to Janette he gave a half-bow. “It
was an honor to meet you, elder. Thank
you for… everything,” he said, indicating the bedroom with a tilt of his
head and a small grin.
Janette
smiled widely and said, “Of course. It
was wonderful to meet you both.” Moving
to Scully she hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, I will look forward
to spending time with you while the ‘boys’ play with their swords.
We can shop!”
Mulder
laughed out loud, hearing the comment through their link, and thinking to
Scully, [Oh, no! sister’s shopping- just remember, I’m not *that* rich!]
Scully
just chuckled at both comments. “Thank
you for your hospitality, Janette, Duncan. We
will see you tonight.”
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She
sat and stared at Vachon who was still asleep on the floor before her.
She remembered the events of the night before.
She was amazed to discover that they had slept almost 24 hours straight.
“Good thing for vampire constitution or I would be almost crippled from
lying in the floor that long,” she thought.
She
was still amazed at the depth of Vachon’s love for her; she had used him last
night- taking out her rage on him, drowning him in the tears of her sorrow- but
he took it all with a tender smile and a loving touch.
She was so in love with this man, she knew she would never be able to
adequately express it. She hoped
that he felt it in the bloodkiss, like she felt his love and passion for her.
She remembered their conversation about appearances in community
gatherings- his hesitancy to bring it up and his statement that he would never
treat her like a slave, never discipline her physically.
She
wondered why she suddenly felt a wave of disappointment at that thought.
She was happy when he had said it, even though she had later extracted a
promise from him to do whatever it took to keep them alive and together.
She wondered now at the stirrings of arousal she was feeling at the
memory- “Beat me or bleed me,” she had said.
She decided to table that thought for the moment.
Right now, she wanted to crawl into his arms and remind him just how
grateful she was for last night, how grateful she was just to belong to him.
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Vachon
had gone to sleep, finally, after several hours of holding his beloved in his
arms and feeing the sorrow and pain of her life- so evident in the final
bloodkiss before she had finally passed out.
He had felt angry that her father had been so cold and callous to her; he
had felt her pain as though it was his own.
Now he was slowly awakening to the joy that came from having
He
looked down his torso to see his childé on her knees, bowed as if in
supplication before his erect member. She
was gently licking and kissing its length, while her hands were on his balls,
gently stroking and pulling on them. It
was as if she were paying obeisance to his cock- lavishing attention on him with
no thought for her own pleasure. He
was accustomed to her vigorously pumping on him, while driving herself towards
orgasm as well. That didn’t seem
to be the goal this morning.
“
Vachon
again thought that he didn’t know what he had done to deserve this much
pleasure, but he would certainly allow her to continue if that is what she
wanted.
She
continued her ministrations, switching between long slow strokes deep into her
throat- with little bobbing movements at the base- and kissing and licking the
head, paying special attention to the area just below and underneath the ridge
of the head. She never put a hand on
his cock, keeping them occupied on his balls, and stroking his perineum and
anus.
Vachon
thought he was going mad from the pleasure.
His fingers were tearing into the carpet on the floor, and he it was all
he could do to keep from grabbing her and throwing her to the floor so he could
take her and drive himself into her- fast and deep.
He could see that her nipples were painfully erect, and he could smell
that she was dripping wet, and yet she didn’t touch herself.
She just kept up this maddeningly slow pace.
He felt as though he had been on the cusp of cumming for several minutes-
he knew if she would just speed up even a little bit and let him bite her, he
could cum; but she refused to do so- continuing to suck him hard and slow.
She
felt his orgasm coming before he did, his balls tightening up against his body
and the muscles under his perineum twitching.
She slowly slid one hand up his torso, caressing his neck and then up to
his mouth.
Vachon
was desperately restraining himself from grabbing
Vachon
came down from his orgasm and released his childé’s hand, licking the bite
until it ceased bleeding. When he
looked down at her face she released his cock with a slight popping sound,
causing a shiver to race up his spine. She
then showed him the load that he had deposited in her mouth, and slowly let it
drizzle down her throat, her mouth open the entire time so he could see it
disappear. It was one of the most
erotic things he had ever seen.
Vachon
was slightly taken aback;
Vachon
drank long and deep, digging down into
He
had sensed this need to be possessed in her subconscious.
She felt it- knew she needed something but didn’t know what it was.
This was going to require some serious thought- he had never really
played D/s games before, and he had the impression that it wasn’t just a game
For
now he would leave the subject alone. He
would need to talk to someone and find out what he needed to do about this.
He wanted to be anything she needed him to be for her.
Right now, he needed to feed her and get her, and her stuff, back to the
church. They were expected at the
Raven in a couple of hours.
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Mulder
and Scully arrived at the loft to find Nick and Nat cuddling on the couch,
staring at the fire. Natalie looked
slightly disheveled, her eyes and face slack with recent pleasure.
Nick looked like the cat who ate the cream; unable to wipe the smug grin
off of his face. The scent of sex
and blood was heavy in the air.
They
had left the loft just after sunset, before Nick and Nat had gotten up for the
day, and it seemed that the two had made good use of their “empty nest.”
The
smell hanging in the air of the room was too much for Scully, she thought to
Mulder, [Upstairs Mulder. Now!]
Mulder
was glad that she was able to restrain herself long enough to get upstairs while
still clothed. He blurted out,
“Uh, hey guys… We’re going to go… freshen up.
We’ll be back down in a minute, Ok?”
Nick
and Nat both smirked at the two as they went up the stairs.
Natalie, still basking in the afterglow of another psyche-shattering
‘torture-gasm,’ as she was coming to think of them, was extremely emboldened
and shouted after them, “Before or after you screw each-other’s brains
out?”
Nick
broke out into laughter as they heard the slightly embarrassed reply, “Uh,
after,” that Mulder tossed over his shoulder just before Scully yanked him
into their bedroom.
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Natalie
sank back into Nick’s chest and once again looked into the flickering flames
of the fireplace. Feeling a vague
sense of disquiet emanating from her lover she said, “Penny for your thoughts,
Nick?”
Nick
buried his face into the wavy mass of brunette hair against his chest and hugged
his lover tightly to him. He gently
sighed and placed a kiss on the crown of her head.
“I worry about Dana,” he said quietly.
After
a moment with no further elucidation, Natalie turned herself in his arms until
she was sitting sideways in his lap so that she could look at his face.
“What is it Nick?” she asked.
Nick
wasn’t sure what he thought, exactly. Or,
perhaps it would be more true to say that he did know what he thought, but not
how to explain it, or even if his concerns were justified.
Finally he asked, “What does Dana’s behavior remind you of, Nat?”
Natalie
believed that she knew where Nick was going with this; she too had thought about
Dana’s seeming addiction to Mulder’s blood and body.
She was less concerned though. “You
mean the way she acts when she hasn’t had a dose of Mulder recently?”
Nick
nodded his head, “Exactly! It’s
like she is an…”
“Nick,”
Natalie interrupted. “You are
looking at it from one viewpoint only- a cop’s view.
Instead of picturing a junkie- think of the way a vampire acts when
they’re hungry for blood, and think of the way you act when you’re affected
by strong emotion.”
Nick’s
brow wrinkled at Natalie’s words, “What do you mean, Nat?”
Natalie
gently stroked his cheek and sought out eye-contact before continuing, “Nick,
how many times did I come over here to find your refrigerator door yanked off of
its hinges, and broken bottles all over the place?
Isn’t that the behavior of an addict?”
Nick
shifted uncomfortably, “Nat, that’s…” he began before trailing off;
knowing that what he was about to say was thin rationalization at best.
Natalie
finished his statement for him, “Different?
Is it Nick?” she didn’t let go his gaze until he answered her.
“No.
I suppose it isn’t that different at all.”
“I
think the only difference is, that her actions are the result of overwhelming
positive emotion, rather than negative.”
Nick
acknowledged the truth of what Natalie was implying, “You’re right, Nat.
It isn’t like a drug addiction, but it isn’t entirely the same as the
bloodlust either. It seems to have a
physical component independent of their emotional bond.”
“How
do you mean?” Natalie asked.
“Remember
how she was when Mulder was out to breakfast?
She wasn’t even consciously aware that her body was suffering from
withdrawal symptoms.”
Now
it was Natalie's turn to crinkle her brow.
Nick
continued before Natalie could comment, “And remember how she described the
feeling- as a ‘yawning chasm of emptiness’.
That’s the way heroin addicts describe their feelings when they need
another dose.”
Natalie
didn’t have any response to that.
Nick
kissed his lover’s forehead and said, “I’m not saying that there is a
problem. I don’t know if this is a
bad thing or not. I do know that it
is something I have never seen or experienced before and I am concerned for the
well-being of my childé. That’s
all.”
Changing
the subject, Natalie asked, “How do you feel about all of these childér you
have suddenly?” At his questioning
look she elucidated, “You went from one estranged childé for the last eighty
years, whose existence you regretted, to where you are now; four childér, two
who are less than a week old, one who is also your sister- your older sister-
and is also estranged, along with the original estranged childé.”
Nick
chuckled. “I don’t think Serena
ever counted as my childé, Nat. I
never trained her; I never shared blood with her.
She was a mistake, a victim of my misunderstanding.”
Natalie
frowned, “Ah, ah, ah! No angsting
allowed tonight Nick,” she said, not wanting her lover to start brooding.
“And what about Janette?” she asked with brows raised.
Nick
smiled down at Natalie, recognizing her attempt to lighten his mood.
“Jealous, Nat?”
Natalie
slid her hand up into his hair behind his ear as she said, “Hmmm, not any
more.” Then she grabbed the hair
on the back of his head in her fist and growled, only half in jest, “You’re
mine now buster. Don’t forget
it!”
Nick
smiled gently at his love’s growl and answered, “I will never forget it,
Natalie.” He then leaned down and
kissed her thoroughly.
Natalie
broke the kiss after several moments. “Mmm,
nice! But, you’re avoiding the
question Nick.”
Nick
sighed heavily. “I can’t think
of Janette as my childé, even though I guess she is, technically.
In my mind she’ll always belong to LaCroix, and I’ll always think of
her as a sibling.”
“Will
she ever forgive you, do you think, for bringing her back across?” Natalie
asked wistfully as she snuggled into his chest- just a little sad for her
lover’s sake. She truly was no
longer jealous of Janette. She was
entirely secure in her relationship now- thanks to the bloodkiss and the
revelation of Nick’s undying love that it brought.
She was sad for Nick that Janette would hate him.
She knew he loved Janette deeply- though in a different way than he loved
her- and that he missed her presence in his life.
She too looked forward to the day when she might become friends with the
older vampiress, whether she was sister or aunt, she would be family.
Nick
was glad that Natalie was secure enough to ask about Janette without any
resentment or distrust. Even though
she would never be his lover again, he still loved Janette.
“Someday, Nat. She did have
a choice, after all. She could have
gone into the light and died just the same as if I hadn’t bitten her.”
Both
of them turned as they heard Scully say, “Someday may be sooner than you
think, Nick.”
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When
they got up to the room, Scully suddenly stopped and turned on the bemused
Mulder.
Mulder,
feeling the hesitation and disquiet emanating from her, gently asked, “What is
it, Scully?”
“I…
I feel so… so… I don’t know Mulder; out of control I guess?” she
stuttered.
Mulder
captured her face in his hands and drew her up to meet his eyes, “And that
frightens you?”
[A
little, bit?] she thought.
“Scully,
you know that I love you. You are,
literally, a part of me. You
initiate this, but don’t think for a moment that I don’t need it just as
badly as you do.” He answered. [Frankly,
I don’t care if that makes me a freak or not, Scully.]
Scully
was startled at his thought, “I never thought of you as a freak, Mulder!”
[No,
but you were starting to think of yourself that way, weren’t you?]
Scully
just hung her head, realizing that that was exactly what was scaring her.
She thought she was becoming some kind of freak, laughable as that
description might be given their current circumstances.
Mulder
pulled her tightly to his body, squeezing her as hard as he could, knowing it
wouldn’t hurt her. “Scully, to
the world we are freaks, and we have been for years.
Now it’s just more pronounced.” [This
thing we have between us? It’s
worth it. It is worth *anything*
Scully.]
Scully
whispered into Mulder’s chest, “You’re right, Mulder.
It is worth the price.”
Her
anxiety forgotten for the moment, she threw him to the bed and proceeded to
ravish him. Their joining was fast
and furious, neither wanting to keep Nick and Nat waiting too long for the
somewhat momentous news they had to share.
They
put themselves back together and were exiting the bedroom just as Natalie asked
Nick if he thought Janette would ever forgive him.
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“What
do you mean by that?” Nick asked. How
would Dana know anything about Janette beyond what she had seen in his blood?
“Where
did you two take off to this evening?” Natalie asked at the same time.
Scully
went to the fridge to get some more blood, and a couple of glasses- Nick and Nat
already had theirs- while Mulder went over and took up residence on the chair.
“Well,” Mulder began, “We had to pick up MacLeod from the airport
for Pierson, since he was going to be busy.”
Scully
was pouring the blood for herself and Mulder and added, “So we had to hurry
out first thing.”
Mulder
couldn’t resist needling her just a little, “Well… second thing maybe.”
She
glared at Mulder for a moment before continuing, “*Any* way…
We went to the airport and waited at the gate while the passengers
debarked.”
“We
waited while everyone left, but no MacLeod,” Mulder added.
Scully
continued as she handed Mulder a glass and took up residence in his lap, “We
were about to leave when I felt another vampire- a very old one.”
“At
the same time I felt a quickening,” Mulder added.
“Then MacLeod came off out of the jet way; but he wasn’t alone.”
“Are
you saying that MacLeod was with a vampire?” Nick asked, looking back and
forth between the two on the chair. “Did
he know…”
“Oh
yeah,” Scully said. “It seems
that MacLeod found himself a lady friend while he was away.”
Natalie
was bewildered. “MacLeod picked up
a vampire girl, and brought her back with him?
Why?” she asked.
Mulder
and Scully both smiled tenderly at that question.
It was Mulder who answered, “They are in love, Nat.”
Nick
almost choked at that. “Love!?
What? How? What?” he sputtered.
Mulder
smiled a secret smile as he said- in a bad British accent, “Three very good
questions.”
Scully
hiccupped a laugh at that, dribbling a little of the bloodwine down her chin.
Mulder
continued as though nothing had happened, “It gets better.”
[You go ahead, Scully. I know
you are dying to tell him,] he thought to his lover.
“I
got to meet our sister, Nat,” Scully said as she wiped the spilled bloodwine
onto her fingers and then licked them clean.
Nick
felt himself get a little light-headed. He
carefully set down his glass, as he thought he might spill it at any moment.
Natalie
was a little behind the curve and said, “MacLeod is involved with Serena?”
Nick
whispered, “No, Nat. Not
Serena.”
“Oh
my Goodness! You mean Janette is
back?” Natalie gasped.
Looking
into Scully’s eyes, Nick asked, “Is she still…”
Scully’s
smile grew wide, “No. She isn’t
mad at you Nick.”
“How
can you be sure?” Natalie asked. She
didn’t want brood-boy making a reappearance.
“We
shared blood,” was Scully’s answer. “So,
I can be certain that she and MacLeod are really and truly in love- strange as
that seems” she said, answering the next question she saw forming on Nick’s
lips. “And, I can be certain that
she no longer holds a grudge against you, Nick.
In fact, she was happy to hear of your ‘return to the fold’ as it
were.”
“Would
you…” Nick started to ask, but hesitated, looking at Mulder.
Mulder
instantly knew what Nick was asking for, and felt a momentary pang of jealousy,
but it was gone as soon as it started. He
too was secure in his relationship, and he knew that this was common among
vampire families. [It’s ok Scully.
I don’t mind,] he thought to her, feeling her concern for him warring
with her inherent desire to share with her master.
[Just so long as he keeps his hands off of your Ass!] he added, jokingly.
Scully
stood up. “You don’t *have* to
ask, Nick. You *did* bring me
across,” she said.
Nick
simply said, “You’re right, I don’t have to ask.”
He was reminding her that there might be times when he would make
demands, but this wasn’t one of them.
Mulder
knew it was a good thing that he could feel Scully’s feelings, and vice versa.
He didn’t for a moment believe that he would have survived all of these
changes without that. For example
this; another man was about to bite his love on her neck and suck her blood.
Despite knowing and feeling that this was not a threat to him, or to
their relationship, there was that niggling little bit, that tiny smidgen of
jealousy that wanted to rear it’s ugly head.
[Gee,
Mulder. Where was that jealousy when
it was Janette sucking on my neck?] Scully asked her lover with a knowing smirk.
[Ok,
so I’m a pig,] he replied.
[But, it was just a little, little, tiny bit of jealousy.
Vestigial, really.]
[Mm-Hmm,
and the lust you felt when it was Janette’s teeth in my throat?]
Mulder
smiled sheepishly, [Ok, that was bigger, I admit.]
Scully
didn’t have time to answer as Nick drove his fangs into her neck at that
moment. She returned the bite and
shared with him her experience with Janette.
In return, she saw his memories since waking up that afternoon.
“And you worried about my appetite?” she thought to Nick as they
broke the link.
Scully
tried to resist, but finally gave in to the laughter that was burbling up in her
throat. “My Goodness, Natalie,”
she choked out as she wiped the bloodtears from her eyes.
“I can see the piano and the dining room table, but the Kitchen
Sink?”
Mulder
joined his mate in laughter, while Nick just looked un
With
that, she grabbed Nick’s hand and they went upstairs.
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After
walking Mulder and Scully to the door, MacLeod returned to the love seat and sat
down next to Janette, facing her. “Now
then, lass. Tell me about this link
that you saw in Dana.
Janette
grasped MacLeod’s hand and brought it to her lips for a moment before
speaking. “Dana and her lover
share a bond… very much like the bloodkiss, but it exists all the time.”
Mac
raised his eyebrows at that
“It
is not entirely as intense; they feel each other’s feelings and hear each
other’s spoken thoughts, but don’t experience each other’s memories,”
she continued. “If they
concentrate, they can see and hear what the other is seeing and hearing, but it
doesn’t seem to intrude.”
Mac
sat back and whispered, “Incredible!” as he considered the implications.
Remembering what else Janette had mentioned, he asked, “What side
effects? Was that what Mulder was
referring to when he mentioned ‘special abilities’?”
Janette
nodded her head
MacLeod
suddenly stiffened; inhaling sharply, he asked, “Is he a vampire?”
Janette
smiled at the combined fear and excitement in her lover’s voice.
“Non, Mon Cour, he is not. However,
he does have some… actually many of our abilities- apparently with none of our
weaknesses.”
Mac
frowned lightly as he reached back to his lover’s cheek, stroking softly.
Janette
hummed with pleasure as she leaned into his gentle caress.
“Hmmmm… you know; sunlight, garlic…” she said quietly.
“Does
he drink blood?” MacLeod asked neutrally.
Janette
smiled at the absence of tone to MacLeod’s voice.
Recognizing that he might have some qualms about drinking blood, even
though he had none about her consuming his own.
“From a bottle? Yes, though
not exclusively. He can, and
apparently does, still eat solid food.”
MacLeod
raised a single eyebrow, “And… from other than a bottle?” he prodded
gently.
Janette
smiled even more widely, turning her face to kiss the palm of his hand.
She turned back and looked directly into his eyes.
“It is the sharing of blood with Dana that has created the link.”
She waited to see his response.
MacLeod
had shuddered lightly at the thought of drinking a bottle of blood. Now
he imagined himself drinking from Janette. Sharing
blood with her as he had seen her do with Dana.
The mental image of that bloodkiss, combined with the thought of drinking
in the life of his lover, caused him to stiffen in his pants with desire.
Janette
witnessed his eyes dilate, heard the increased heart-rate, and saw the movement
in his slacks. “Not an entirely
unpleasant thought then?” she asked playfully.
“Not entirely,” he said- his attempt to remain cool failing somewhat when his voice broke on the second syllable. Conside