FIC: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim 3

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Title: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim
Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Cast: Viggo/Orli Sean, Karl Elijah, Jared Leto, Keira Knightly.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Blood of the Immortal.
Beta: Moraya (mesnica)
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I have taken names and characterisations from real people that I do not own, but the concept and the plot are all mine.
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Chapter 3

 

A loud crash woke Orlando with a start. He sat up in bed beside Viggo who had also woken up and looked at him questioningly.

“Burglars?” Orlando whispered anxiously.

Viggo rose his eyebrows at his lover and waited for Orlando to realise how ridiculous it would be for him to be worried. “I doubt it, and I'd feel more sorry for them then us if it were.”

Orlando frowned and thought about it for a moment before he visibly relaxed. “Oh yeah.”

Viggo had to resist chuckling; instead he leaned forward quickly and kissed Orlando before gracefully sliding out of bed naked and pulling on a pair of black trousers that he had carelessly tossed to the floor earlier.

He looked back at Orlando. The angel was sat up in bed, the white sheet pooled in his lap, his bare chest glowing goldenly, his wings crisp and white laying comfortably beside him. He was beautiful.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Orlando asked, wondering why Viggo was still stood there.

“No,” Viggo said with a reassuring smile. “It's probably just Karl.”

The vampire made his way out of his bedroom and down the hall to the stairs. Glancing around the entrance hall he glided down the stairs and walked slowly toward the library, where the sounds were coming from.

“Vig.”

Viggo jumped and turned to face Orlando who was now wearing a pair of black shorts. The vampire wasn't used to anyone being able to sneak up on him, but Orlando glided like a swan on water.

“I told you to stay-”

“I know but I thought what if it's not Karl. What if it's them?” Orlando asked visibly shaken. Ever since the demise of Hugo, Orlando had become convinced that it was only a matter of time before the angels that were true to Hugo came looking for him and his vampire lover.

“What if what's who?” Karl asked from behind them, making them both jump and spin round to face him as he emerged from the library.

“Damn it Karl, what the hell are you doing?” Viggo asked angrily as he walked past him into the room. He looked around and saw books tossed carelessly to the floor, Ian's papers scattered around. “You had better have a damn good reason for this Karl,” Viggo practically snarled.

Orlando followed Viggo in and took in the state of the room. “What were you looking for?”

“The book,” Karl said, walking over to a filing cabinet. “The one written by that chick.”

Viggo bent down and picked up some of Ian's papers. His old mentor wouldn't need them anymore but it still pained Viggo to see his work treated with such callas.

“What chick?” he asked, standing up and placing the papers on Ian's desk.

“The one in the bible. Mary thingy. The book with the end of the world kind of talk, you know, possibly the worst bedtime story ever.” Karl slammed shut the filling cabinet and climbed up a step ladder to reach the top of a book shelf.

“What do you want it for?” Viggo asked as he reached under the desk for a key that he knew was stuck there. He removed it and unlocked the top drawer of Ian's desk. Opening the drawer he found exactly what Karl was looking for.

Karl turned and saw that Viggo had found it. He leaped off the top step and landed with a soft thud like a well balanced cat. “I met someone tonight,” he turned and looked at Orlando. “One of your kind, sort of. He has these, um, visions? I don't know, anyway he had one while I was there. He said something about a she waking up soon and us all being fucked.”

He took the book out of Viggo's hands with his usual lack of care and began skimming through it, causing Elijah and Ian's notes to fall out. Karl tossed the book back onto the desk and got to his knees to look through the bits of paper. “That stuff about the Nephilim waking and bringing the finale battle with her.”

Orlando wrapped his arms around himself and his wings instinctively did the same in an effort to comfort him. He didn't want all this coming up again. He wanted to be alone with Viggo in a world without prophecies and duties and battles.

“Here,” Karl exclaimed excitedly, holding up a scrap of paper. He quickly read over it before reading it out loud. “It says, 'And the war shall wage for more then two thousand years until the Nephilim wakes and sees the final battle of which she dreamed. And the creatures shall be made, not of man nor angel nor beast but of all these things and in the final battle a great leader must be chosen and the two armies must unite or see the ending of the world.'”

The three of them were silent for a few minutes, all of them staring down at the ground unsure of what to say until Karl let out a long sigh. “So basically we're fucked.”

Viggo shook his head and looked over at Orlando, noting how distressed he seemed.

“It's nearly dawn, we should all go to bed and talk about this when we wake,” Viggo suggested. “This angel you met, you'll take us to him.” It was an order.

Karl nodded and went to follow the other two out of the room but Viggo stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Tidy this up first.” Another order.

Karl sighed again and looked around at the mess he had made. “Bugger.”

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The staff at the Carmea Motel was discreet, they didn't talk about their guests personal lives, nor did they speculate on them. So when a man in his early forties showed up in the dead of night, dressed in black with dark sunglasses, his pale face near translucent under the harsh florescent lights in the reception with a young man, boy, no more than eighteen, wearing a full length bulky coat despite it being summer, no one said a thing.

Sean and Elijah had arrived in Russia late, not long before sunrise, and had rushed to the motel they were booked into; the only motel in Archangel.

“Don't you think it's strange?” Elijah whispered to Sean the night they arrived.

“What's strange?” Sean had asked as he took in his surroundings, taking note of everything.

“That Ian spent so much time in a place called Archangel. I mean, given everything.”

“Yeah,” Sean had agreed distractedly. “Strange.”

They had decided to share a motel room, mostly because Elijah was still as weak as a kitten and as skittish as a colt. Since their arrival the previous night, Sean had come to regret that discussion more than once. Elijah liked to ask a lot of questions it seemed. In fact Sean was by now sure that Elijah knew his entire life story.

When night had once again fallen Sean had awoken to find Elijah in his bed beside him, the soft as kitten fur wings brushing up against his chest. It wasn't the first time Sean had woken up like this. He still shared a bed with Karl back at the manor, the two of them were still very much together, but Elijah had become their sort of adopted son. The young angel often came and got in their bed in the middle of the day while they slept, feeling unsafe and unsure.

Sean knew that both he and Karl wanted the angel, they were never exclusive, they didn't need to be, but Elijah didn't need to have the two of them taking advantage of him when he was still so shaken up about the way his life had recently been turned upside down.

“Wake up lad,” Sean murmured softly, making the small angel stir and roll onto his back. He turned to face Sean and smiled weakly.

“Are we going to see that priest soon?” Elijah asked, rubbing his eyes like a tired little boy.

“Yeah. I'm going to take a shower first.” Sean got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to take care of his morning hard on. He had only been away from Karl for a few days and already he missed his body.

Sean didn't really know why Elijah had wanted to come with him so badly. He suspected it was because Elijah had grown close to Ian and he needed some closure on what happened, but another part of him thought maybe Elijah just didn't feel safe being separated from him. Though he would have had Karl with him, Karl hadn’t exactly mastered the art of reassurance.

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Sean didn't know whether or not the priest knew what Ian had been, or what he was, but the priest hadn't complained when Sean said he could only meet him after dark.

As they walked towards to meeting place Elijah stuck to Sean's side like glue, his eyes darting around every few seconds. Once Elijah saw the church in front of them he began walking faster, leaving Sean behind. He entered the threshold and let out a relieved sigh, feeling as though he had come home and was safe.

Sean licked his lips nervously and took a deep breath before entering the church.

“Well, I didn't catch on fire, that's handy,” he said to Elijah as he came to stand beside him.

“Perhaps not everything in the bible is to be taken literally,” a voice said from the side of the church. The high ceilings gave the voice a hollow, echoic sound.

Sean and Elijah turned to face the man behind the voice and Sean strode forward, holding out his hand. “Father.”

Father Monstagov shook Sean's hand and smiled warmly. “Welcome to my church.”

He turned and looked at Elijah with a smile; the young angel wore the face of innocence itself. “You are very welcome.”

“You said you had something for us, something that belonged to Ian?” Sean asked. He didn't mind being there but he did feel slightly uncomfortable. He knew it was just a building but he couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't really belong there.

“I have some of his things,” the old priest said, walking towards the back where his office was. Sean and Elijah followed him, Elijah stopping before the altar to cross himself.

“I have a journal that he kept,” Father Monstagov told them as he held out a brown leather book.

“Why would you have this?” Sean asked in confusion as he took the book.

“He told me to give it to you just before he passed. It was as if he knew.”

Sean looked down at the book in his hands and tightened his hold on it. He remembered the night he and Ian met. He had been made less than a year earlier and living at the manor with Viggo. He had of course heard of Ian, Viggo's sire, but he hadn't yet met the ancient vampire. Ian was always off somewhere, seeing the world, experiencing everything. His letters were frequent and filled with emotion, and Sean enjoyed reading them once Viggo had.

When he finally met Ian, the ancient vampire walked straight up to him, taking his breath away with his nobility and wisdom. He took Sean into his arms and kissed his temple, whispering, “Welcome to the family my dear boy.”

“Is um, is this it?” Sean asked, his voice getting slightly choked up. He felt Elijah slip his hand into his and he squeezed it gently.

“Actually,” the priest said, looking round and shutting the door to his office. “There is someone I think you should meet.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Waking up with three dark and menacing figures standing over your bed isn't a great way to start the night.

Jared opened his eyes and groaned. “Karl?” he asked, trying to focus his brilliant blue eyes. He sat up and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve his smokes. “You brought friends this time? Well I'm up for it.” He looked Orlando up and down and winked. “Hop in.”

Viggo growled and Jared laughed, making himself cough. He lit up a cigarette and took a deep pull, welcoming the burn in his lungs.

“How can you do that?” Orlando asked fascinated. He sat on the end of the bed and watched as Jared took another pull. “I tried ketchup once, it made everywhere burn.”

Jared smiled at Orlando. “I wouldn't recommend it, our bodies aren't made for things like these,” he said indicating his cigarette. His little, wilting wings twitched, drawing Orlando's attention to them. “As you can see.”

“We came here for a reason,” Viggo said, pulling the cigarette from Jared's mouth and crushing it in his hand. “You saw something while you slept.”

Jared's face fell and he slowly nodded.

“You're going to tell us everything,” Viggo demanded.

TBC

Comments

[blinddreamer.livejournal.com]

I really like in-control!Viggo... and emotional!Sean. I'm not sure why, but these sides appeal to me so much. Even Orlando's paranoia is endearing- and Lij's curiousity. Great chapter.

Still waiting for Sean/Karl.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thank you sweetheart. Don't worry Sean will go home to Karl soon... or Karl will go to Sean ;)

[trustingfrndshp.livejournal.com]

Mmm, Jared's in this too; should be fun; wonder what the priest has of Ian's; glad to see more of this fic; look forward to more:-)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thank you. More should be on it's way soon. I have just finished my other stories so now I can focus on this one :)

[elvishlady09.livejournal.com]

*Wiggles in seat* I love this chapter. the torment that Elijah is going through. and the fact that Jared is in it makes it all the better. I loved it. *scurries off to finish the paper she was working on* nice break though! -Lyn

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thank you darling :)
I'm glad I could distract you from your paper for a little while.