FIC: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim 4

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Title: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim
Author: Bwitched83uk
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Cast: Viggo/Orli Sean, Karl Elijah, Jared Leto, Keira Knightly.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Blood of the Immortal.
Beta: Moraya
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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A/N: A thank you to the Hebrew speaking nameless person who informed me about the translations of the word Nephilim :)

Chapter 4

 

Jared looked around the foyer of the manor with a look of awe in his eyes. He turned to Orlando, who was standing next to him. "It’d be worth him biting you to stay in a place like this."

Orlando looked over to Viggo who was opening the doors to the library. "That isn’t why I’m here."

"So why are you here?" Jared asked in his silky voice.

Orlando watched Viggo turn towards them and motion for them to come in. "Because I love him."

Jared shrugged off his worn leather jacket because wearing it for too long, especially when it was hot, irritated his wings. "Well then you’re really fucked, and not in an oh-yeah-do-it-harder kind of way."

Orlando looked at him for a moment, unsure whether or not he liked him, and started walking towards the library. "Come on."

Jared crudely threw his jacket over the banister of the grand stairway and followed Orlando into the library.

"So," Viggo began, sitting down at Ian’s desk and motioning for Jared to take a seat. "Tells us about this vision."

Jared sighed and sat himself down on one of the chairs by the empty fireplace. "You got anything to drink? If I have to see it all again, I’d rather do it with a buzz, you know?"

Viggo just looked at him impatiently, making Jared shiver a little.

"Okay then. It started like all of them do. I’m lying in bed, or I’m standing in line at the off-licence and the world around me suddenly changes. Walls drop away, people disappear and I’m left alone. It’s like I’m transported to the vision; only it isn’t a vision, because it’s actually happening, all around me. It’s not like watching T.V, it’s like having surround sound and holographic projector software made by Superman Bill Gates himself."

Karl snorted beside him and Jared turned to him, temporarily regretting taking him home with him. He really didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be at home getting wasted and forgetting this most recent waking nightmare.

"Get to last night’s vision," Viggo insisted, looking at him threateningly.

"Fine," Jared said, glaring back at him. "I was in bed, about to wake him up," he nodded to Karl, "because the sunrise wasn’t far off when suddenly he wasn’t there, the bed under me wasn’t there, the walls of my flat weren’t there. There was fire all around me and a high pitched shriek. These things were flying at me…"

"What things?" Viggo demanded.

"Things, man, gargoyles, creatures-of-the-black-lagoon type of things. Reptile-like I guess. But human shaped." Jared braced himself and closed his eyes, rubbing at his forehead, really not wanting to see them again but knowing that he had to. "They had tails, long, like, um, like a ‘gator’s tail. And wings like a pterodactyl. Grotesque faces. They, um, they kind of looked like they were made out of wet tar, like on the roads." Jared opened his eyes again, really needing a hit of his Crystal Meth. "Oh, and they had fang teeth."

Orlando smiled at him gratefully and walked over to stand next to him, he could see it had taken a lot out of Jared. He put his hand on his shoulder and Jared looked up at him with an unsure frown. He wasn’t used to physical contact, unless he was lucky enough to find someone to fuck that is.

Karl stood up too and walked over to the desk. He removed the old book and pulled out the translated prophecy. "‘And the creatures shall be made, not of man nor angel nor beast but of all these things,’" he read out. He handed Jared the paper with the entire prophecy written out and let him read it for himself.

"Oh Jesus Christ. Armies, final battles, great leaders. I really need that drink," he said turning hopefully to Viggo.

"Yes, but look," Orlando said pointing to the part about the Nephelet, the female of the Nephilim. "Is this what you saw? Karl said you mentioned a woman waking up."

Jared chuckled mirthlessly and shook his head. "Not a woman, a girl."

~~~~~~~~~

"Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," the young Russian woman said as she clutched her rosary in her hand.

"What troubles you my child?" Father Farrell said as he leaned back in his seat and tried to look through the partition to see the woman. It was the same nineteen year old who came every week. Sara something, the girl who thought eating a chocolate donut was a sin.

"It’s my fiancé, Father. He has been putting sinful thoughts into my head."

At this the priest’s eyebrows rose. He sat up straighter in his seat. This was much better than chocolate donuts. He hated confession with a passion, it made him envious. He longed to have something to confess. "What kind of thoughts?" He reached into his robes and retrieved a hand rolled cigarette. He placed it between his lips and patted his pockets for a lighter. "And don’t skimp on the details."

"Well, he has expressed his desire to consummate our relationship before we are wed, Father," the young woman said shyly, as though the thought was blasphemous.

Colin found his lighter and sparked up. "Has he now?" He grinned and blew a puff of smoke out through the closed curtain. "And what do you desire?"

Sara held her rosary so tight that it hurt her hand. "Oh Father, I want him, I yearn for him. Even now, speaking to a man of God, I am lusting after him. Do you think me wicked, Father?"

Colin rolled his eyes and took a deep pull on his cigarette. "Listen love, if you want it, go for it. Life’s too short. You could die tomorrow and you’d be dying a virgin. It’s not as though you’re going to become the town bike, now is it?" he said in his thick Irish accent. "You’re going to marry this man."

Sara lessened her hold on the rosary and smiled slightly. "Thank you, Father. Thank you for understanding." She went to leave the box when Father Farrell’s voice stopped her.

"But be sure to use a condom. God might not strike you down for it but your father sure would if that fella of yours knocked you up."

Sara frowned and blushed as she hurriedly left the confession box.

Once he had finished his cigarette and let his mind go into great detail imagining Sara and her fiancé together, Father Farrell left the confession box and made his way to speak with his superior.

He knocked on the door to the office and heard the old priest shout, "Come in Colin."

When Colin entered he was surprised to see that Monstagov wasn’t alone. "I’m sorry, Father, I didn’t realise you had company."

The old priest waved his hand, dismissing it. "Father Farrell, this is Sean and Elijah."

Colin raised his eyebrows; very rarely did Monstagov introduce people by their first names.

"How’re ya?" he asked, holding out his hand to the both of them.

Elijah smiled and took his hand, noting how un-priest-like the man looked. On his way to the office Colin had taken off his robes, leaving on just a pair of black trousers and a short sleeved, black shirt, and of course his dog collar. Through the short sleeves a big tattoo covering his bicep peeked out.

"I was just about to take them to Anastasia," Father Monstagov explained.

Colin frowned. "What are you?" he asked them rather rudely.

"Colin," Monstagov scolded. "They are friends of Ian. Do we need to know more than that?"

Colin looked them over carefully. Sean stood tall and still, not quite trusting of either of them, but eager to see who this person they were talking about was. He placed his hand on Elijah’s back. "Shall we then?" Sean asked as he led the angel out of the office.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Jared was sitting outside in the courtyard, soaking up the sun. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago and they had asked him to stay, thinking that he was brought into their lives for a reason. Yeah, Jared knew the reason, ‘cos the big guy liked to fuck with him, that’s why.

He knew he should have gone to Rio with that Fire Demon. The guy looked kind of funky with those horns and all and he had a temper on him like bitch, but at least he had stuck around for a while. He could have soaked up the sun everyday if he had of gone. Carnivals, drunken people with loose morals; why the hell hadn’t he gone? If it wasn’t for his damn band he would have.

"I thought you could use this," a soft voice said from behind him.

He smiled, taking the glass of scotch that was being held out to him, but didn’t turn around. "Lovely Orlando, shacked up in a castle with his dark prince." He took a swig of his drink and cringed as it burned his soul. "I’m betting you pissed off a lot of angels with that."

Orlando sat down beside him and studied him closely. "Just the one." His voice was soft and pained. He reminded Jared of himself before the visions had begun.

"What type of angel are you?" Orlando asked timidly, watching how Jared’s wilting wings opened to the sun like a dying plant gasping for life.

"I was a warrior angel, a soldier of Michael."

Orlando frowned. "Was?"

Looking at Orlando like he was retarded Jared laughed mirthlessly. "Do I look like I still follow orders?" He lifted up his hand with the scotch glass and downed it.

"How about you?" he asked Orlando, placing the glass on the stone floor.

"I’m a messenger, but… things had changed." He looked up at his and Viggo’s bedroom window, draped with heavy curtains designed to block out the sun.

"Yeah, I heard about that. Rogue vengeance angels I think you were being called. Hugo is certainly.."

"Hugo’s dead." Orlando looked at Jared carefully. There was so much he wanted to tell him, so much he wanted to ask him. Elijah hadn’t taken it well when Orlando had told him the truth about them having lived as humans. Though Elijah couldn’t remember his own life, he had been so upset that he had stayed at the manor, refusing to go back to the sanctuary. Neither of them had. They didn’t know if the others knew he had killed Hugo or if they thought he and Elijah were dead too.

"I know, I saw," Jared said without emotion. He reached behind his back awkwardly to scratch at an itch and pulled out a feather. He flicked it to the floor and turned back to face Orlando who was staring at him.

"You saw?"

"Up here," Jared said tapping his head.

"Why would you see that?" Orlando began to panic but he told himself that he trusted Jared. Maybe the fallen angel would be able to handle the truth; maybe he already knew.

Jared shrugged. "Fuck if I know. I don’t know why I see anything that I do." He sat quietly for a moment before he spoke again. "He spoke to you too?"

Orlando looked at him frowning. "Who? Hugo?"

Jared looked up at the sky and pointed.

Orlando felt tears form in his eyes. "He still does. All the time. I can’t make him stop," he whispered hoarsely.

Jared nodded. "You hear, I see. All we need is three more and we’ll have a complete set of senses."

"Is that what happened? You didn’t want to see anymore so you walked away?" Orlando asked softly.

"Pretty much. After my human lover died of AIDS in the eighties, I just didn’t want anything to do with God anymore," Jared said as he looked down at his feet. "I mean, what’s the point? He doesn’t make things better; he can, I know he can. We’re all just supposed to wait and trust that he has a higher plan? Well fuck that."

Orlando couldn’t help but nod along with what Jared was saying. He was holding onto his faith, clinging to it by his fingernails, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he let go.

"You did the right thing," Jared said. "With Hugo. To save my lover, I would have killed God himself if I had to. You know, we can only run for so long before we have to stop and face it. I guess that’s why I agreed to come here with you; I got tired of running."

"I’m glad we found each other," Orlando said in a small voice, looking at Jared as though he were truly a brother.

Jared frowned but smiled, confused but touched, as Orlando leaned forward and embraced him for no other reason than that he wanted to. Jared relaxed and let his head rest on Orlando’s shoulder. As Orlando’s wings came up around them both Jared experienced a kind of warmth he hadn’t felt for a long time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The room smelt like lilac and Elijah breathed in deeply as he entered the room. Sean, ever overly protective, still had his hand on Elijah’s back, guiding him, reassuring him. Elijah wondered if he had become Sean’s new Keira, a substitute for a child.

Sean looked down at the sleeping girl in the bed then up at Colin who smiled sadly at the girl. Father Monstagov bent down and placed his hand on the child’s forehead, murmuring a soft prayer. "Such colour in your check now, hmm Anastasia?"

Elijah frowned and looked over at Colin. "What’s wrong with her?" he asked in a hushed voice, even though he knew she was not sleeping.

"She’s been in a coma for three years. They say she’ll never wake up," Colin said softly as he looked at the poor child. He wished she would let go. This was no life, no life at all. She was a shell, a body with no life inside.

Sean felt cold, very cold; he felt his heart break for the poor little girl. "Why did you bring us here?" he asked harshly.

Father Monstagov straightened up and looked directly at him. "Ian spent much time with the girl. She is a child of heaven," he said pointing at the sky, "and earth." He pointed to the ground beneath their feet.

Sean’s frown deepened. "What do you mean?"

"He means she is one of the Nephilim," Elijah said as it dawned on him.

"Yes, she is a Nephelet. A daughter fathered by an angel," the old priest insisted.

Colin took a step back and walked out of the room. He didn’t care what she was; he just knew it was wrong to use the child like a side show freak attraction.

Elijah moved closer to the girl and touched her hand gently. "‘And the war shall wage for more then two thousand years until the Nephilim wakes and sees the final battle of which she dreamed,’" he quoted off by heart. He felt cold, very cold and he felt sick. "Sean." He turned to him and let the vampire envelop him in his strong arms.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Did you go home with her last night?" a middle aged American asked his colleague as they made their rounds through the lab. They were both dressed in white coats with name tags and a clip to hold their pens. As they walked past the row of cages they rattled slightly but the men ignored them.

"Do you have to live out your fantasies through me?" the man said with a laugh. "No, I didn’t go home with her, but I’m seeing her again tomorrow night," he said with a smug grin.

"You hound," his friend said teasingly.

They stopped at every cage to make notes in their notepads. When they reached the last one they both peered in curiously. At first glance it appeared to be empty but a second look showed that its occupant was cowering in the corner.

"What do you think is wrong with it? It hasn’t touched its food."

The other man removed his glasses and got closer to the large cage, stepping beyond the yellow line that ran around it, warning people to come no closer. "I don’t know, it looks..."

His words were cut off as a reptilian clawed hand shot out and grabbed his throat.

"Tranque gun," he choked out before the claws dug into his throat, severing his vocal cords.

His colleague scrambled for the gun on the counter and aimed it at the creature but it was too late. A second hand had emerged and tore the man’s head off cleanly. A slimy tongue came through the bars to lick at the blood dripping from the severed head.

TBC

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Comments

[jeyhawk.livejournal.com]

Best chapter so far. *nods* I looooooove Colin! In this fic I like him even better than Orli. *gasps* I want my own smoking, drinking and swearing catholic priest. :0)

I love you work as per usual.

[jeyhawk.livejournal.com]

Heee, I got first comment. I think that means you are now my loveslave! *is all happy*

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Wasn't I already your loveslave?

[jeyhawk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but now it's official. :0)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Yay, I've been claimed.
Do I get a dog collar?

[jeyhawk.livejournal.com]

Of course, with a name plate. :0)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

hey, I didn't get sent an email for this one *pouts*
I'll get you a drinking, smoking catholic priest for your birthday :)

[jeyhawk.livejournal.com]

Oh... then you have...urm...21 days to find one. *sits down to wait*

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

It's your birthday in 21 days? Hmmm. *goes searching for the priest*

[soar38.livejournal.com]

+Fantastic, mate. I'm intrigued and engrossed already. :-)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thanks hun *Huggles*