FIC: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim 5

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Title: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim
Author: Bwitched83uk
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Cast: Viggo/Orli, Sean, Karl, Elijah, Colin Farrell, Jared Leto, Keira Knightly.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Blood of the Immortal.
Beta: The lovely Moraya *snoggles her*
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 5

 

After Orlando’s conversation with Jared in the courtyard, he was left feeling both better and worse about everything. He felt better because he had someone who understood what he was going through, but he also felt worse because he knew what was expected of him. If this prophecy was truly coming true, then he knew he would have to be the one to lead them into the final battle; Ian had as much told him so.

Sooner or later he was going to have to go back to the angel sanctuary and face his family. But that was just the problem, he no longer felt like they were his family. Viggo, Elijah, Karl, Sean and now even Jared, they felt more like his family. The ones that had all been lost and had now found each other.

The other angels at the sanctuary just didn’t know, they didn’t understand. They didn’t question themselves or their faith.

A brief thought went through Orlando’s mind that maybe he would have been better off if he had never met Viggo, had never known that a vampire could show mercy or kindness, had live in ignorance. But as he reached the dark bedroom and saw Viggo lying in their bed, his handsome face relaxed in slumber, Orlando knew he wouldn’t change it, not ever, not even if he could.

He smiled slightly and crawled into next to his sleeping lover. Viggo’s vampiric instincts kicked in, alerting him to Orlando’s presence. He held out his arm for Orlando to snuggle up to him, which the angel wasted no time in doing.

"I love you," he whispered into Viggo’s ear before closing his eyes and holding onto him tight.

He wasn’t asleep long, he was sure it was still light outside, when Karl came into their room without knocking. Viggo’s eyes opened instantly and he sat up in bed.

"What? What’s wrong?"

Karl held a cordless phone in his hand. "Sean called. We’re going to Russia."

~~~~~~~~~~~

The room was completely white. The sort of white that covers a multitude of sins, as though something dark had taken place, blood had been shed and now had been covered like snow falling on the dirt. It was clinical and harsh and the lights above him hurt his eyes. The leather straps bit into his wrists as he struggled in his restraints. He wasn’t like the others, he knew that. Was he being punished for it? Were they trying to fix him? Make him like the others?

The others frightened him with their constant growling and snarling. He had heard the other one, what it had done to that man. He had smelt the fresh blood and it had made him hungry and ashamed. He didn’t like his cage, but he liked the white room even less. They hurt him here, with needles and shocks, and he just wanted his mother again. He was just a baby, new to this world.

He hadn’t meant to kill her. He hadn’t meant to make her cry and scream like she had. But he was so big. He had been born fully grown and he had ripped his way out of her. He loved mother. She cried at night in her cell and sang to him as he grew big and strong in her stomach. But he had killed her, hurt her with his long legs and long arms; and he just wasn’t like the others, he looked different, he felt different. He was more pink than they were, his skin was softer and his eyes were blue, not yellow.

"What’s wrong with it?" the nasty man in the white coat had asked someone when he was born.

"It’s defective, Sir."

He had been born knowing everything; knowing smells and colours and numbers and words. He didn’t know how he knew, he hadn’t learnt them, they were just there.

He tried hard to think, as he gasped for breath and looked at his mother, all bloody and torn. Defective, he knew that word. Defective, substandard, faulty, imperfect, flawed, wrong. He didn’t like those words. He didn’t want to be those things, and he tried to be like the others but he was so frightened and he really missed mother.

"Send out Adam, Cain and Abel," Doctor Lee instructed his team.

"Sir, they are still volatile, we don’t know what will…"

"Send them. I want the girl."

~~~~~~~~~

They had had to catch the night time flight to Russia. It had only taken a few hours and they had taken a private jet that had belonged to an associate of Ian's. They had left right after night fall so they still had most of the night ahead of them.

As Karl walked out of the hanger he spotted Elijah across the tarmac, waiting for them. With a big grin on his face the vampire ran at Elijah and picked him up in his arms. "Hiya Dorothy," he murmured while hugging the little angel tight.

Elijah smiled contentedly and buried his face in Karl’s shoulder. It had only been a few days since he had seen them all but it felt like much longer. He was so unsure of everything that was going on and he desperately wanted to go back to London, to the manor, where he felt protected.

"Lijah," he heard Orlando call out as his friend came towards the embracing pair. Karl put Elijah back down on the ground and gave him a look somewhat like that of a giant, manic five year old.

The two angels embraced and shared a few comforting words. Looking over Orlando’s shoulder, Elijah saw Viggo standing with someone else. He didn’t know this person put he felt strange, like he recognised him on some level.

"This is Jared," Karl explained simply. "He has visions and little wings," he said as though it explained everything when it really explained nothing. "So how’s Seanie? Have you both missed me?" he asked, slinging his arm around Elijah’s shoulders and walking them in the direction Elijah came from.

The angel smiled warmly and leaned against Karl slightly. At first Elijah had been intimidated by the vampires, especially Karl, but over the last few months he had come to think of them as his family and there was nowhere he felt safer than with them.

~~~~~~~~~

After taking them all straight to the church to meet Father Monstagov, Elijah walked with Karl back to the hotel so that Karl called see Sean.

After saying goodbye to Elijah and smirking as the angel went into the adjoining room, knowing Elijah would probably be able to hear their every move, Karl entered Sean’s hotel room

The second the door shut behind him, Karl looked over at the bed and saw Sean sitting there, shirtless and beautiful. The lovers stared at each other for a few seconds before moving to the middle of the room where they met one another with a hungry kiss.

Sean grasped the back of Karl’s head and plundered his mouth with his tongue. The familiar, dark taste of Karl flared Sean’s senses and he groaned into his lover’s mouth as his tongue was sucked on urgently.

The blond vampire’s hand slid down Karl’s body to cup his growing erection. As the hand squeezed him, Karl thrust his hips forward, desperate for more contact.

"Want you," Karl breathed against Sean’s mouth as his own hand pinched at one of Sean’s nipples, teasing it and twisting it just enough to make it hurt pleasantly. "It’s been ages."

Sean smirked against Karl’s mouth as he undid the younger vampire’s trousers. "It’s been four days."

"Seems longer," Karl murmured as he removed Sean’s trousers and pulled a couple of times on the blonde’s aching cock. "Much longer."

Karl sank to his knees and took Sean’s cock into his mouth. The blonde groaned and tightened his hands in Karl’s hair at the feel of the delicious wet heat surrounding him.

The vampire on his knees looked up into the emerald green eyes of his lover and felt a wave of contentment go through him. Without Sean Karl was nothing, he was wrong, he was bad. But here, like this, with Sean, Karl felt right, almost good.

Karl’s finger traced the crease of Sean’s backside and Sean pushed back against the finger, willing it to slip inside. Karl sucked harder and pressed his dry finger against Sean’s opening.

A loud gasp tore from Sean’s mouth as he was breached, followed by a guttural moan as the finger twisted and curled to find the right spot. Another finger was added to join the first and Sean’s head fell back.

The fingers scissored and twisted inside Sean’s body, stretching his passage to make room for Karl’s aching cock, which he was rubbing in an effort to ease the ache.

Sean’s head turned towards to adjoining door between his and Elijah’s room and he smiled slyly at the soft panting sounds his vampire ears picked up from the other room. He looked down at Karl who had obviously heard too and grinned.

"Brace yourself against that door," Karl told Sean with a wicked smile. Sean grinned back at him and went to stand in front of the adjoining door. Spreading his legs and bracing his arms against the wood, he bit his bottom lip and stiffened a groan at the thought that Elijah was just on the other side, listening.

Karl was behind him, licking a trail up the side of his neck before biting down gently. Sean gasped and pushed his arse back in a silent plea for Karl to fuck him already.

"Karl," Sean groaned, tightening his hands into balls against the door.

Karl ran his hand over the shallow wound he had made on Sean’s neck, collecting the blood and coating his cock with it. As he was breached, Sean let his head fall against the cool wood and felt his cock throb at the soft whimpering coming from the other room.

Elijah was sat on the floor, leaning his back against the door. He knew it was wrong for him to listen like this but he couldn’t help it. The two vampires were so beautiful together, like night and day, and his body had been acting strangely lately.

Ever since the night Karl had tied him to the bed, teased him into hardness and left him like that the entire night, Elijah had craved something, something to fill him, but he couldn’t voice it.

The nightmares had started straight after Hugo’s death, when Orlando had plunged the sword into his heart. The first two nights Sean had heard him and gone into Elijah’s room, picked him up, and took him to lay in Sean and Karl’s bed with them. After that, Elijah had started going to them on his own. He had even gotten used to sleeping during the day so that he could be with them.

There were times when he would get into bed with them whilst they slept and be able to smell their passion on each other, on the sheets. It was a scent that filled him and made him ache.

He felt disgusting, like he was doing something bad, something he should be punished for, but he couldn’t help it. He had listened to them before, always by accident. He never went looking for them, but once he stumbled upon them he couldn’t make himself leave. He stayed until he was hard and throbbing and then he would leave, unsatisfied and in pain. He couldn’t bring himself to touch himself, for pleasures of the flesh made you weak, at least that’s what Hugo had said. But Hugo was no longer here and Elijah had a new family now.

He licked his lips as he heard Sean groan loudly and Karl’s thrusting motion made Sean bang into the door repeatedly. Elijah’s mouth was dry and he felt a tear running down his cheek. He just wanted to go to them and be with them and let them hold him and kiss him and touch him… but he couldn’t.

He heard Karl moan and cry out Sean’s name as the dark vampire came inside Sean’s body. Elijah looked down at his tented trousers and pushed his hand against it briefly, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the sensation.

On the other side of the door, Karl dropped to his knees and parted Sean’s cheeks. Karl’s own come and Sean’s blood trickled down his beautiful pale thighs, and Karl moaned at the taste as he swiped his tongue out to collect it.

Sean was almost whimpering. He could feel Karl’s tongue penetrating him, his hand fisting his cock and in his mind’s eye he could see Elijah on the other side of the door, hard and flushed and so beautiful in his wanton innocence.

With a loud curse, Sean came hard, splattering the door with his come. "Elijah," he breathed, letting his head fall once again against the door.

~~~~~~~~~~

Orlando looked down at the little girl in the bed and felt his heart break. "She’s so small," he whispered to no one in particular.

Viggo came to stand beside him and placed his hand on Orlando’s shoulder, rubbing it gently.

"So you’re what we’ve all been fearing?" Orlando asked Anastasia, knowing she wasn’t going to answer him. He looked up at Viggo helplessly. "What do we do? How do we stop it all from happening?"

Viggo shook his head and reached down to stroke the little girls hair gently. "I don’t know that we can."

Jared, who had been talked into coming along, took a deep breath. He had just wanted to be left alone. He didn’t care about any final battle; he certainly wasn’t about to fight in one. And yet here he was, in another country, all because he had found someone he felt a kind of kinship with. Jared had thought his days of wanting to belong were behind him.

The room smelt of incense to the point where it was almost sickly. Jared needed a cigarette; something to take the taste of death out of his mouth that he imagined was there. Stepping outside the small house, he leaned against the wall and lit one up, drawing the burning smoke deep down into his lungs.

"Can I pinch one?" a voice said from behind him.

Jared turned and saw a man, brooding and dark in all the right ways. "Sure, help yourself." He held out the pack to the stranger who was bundled up against the cold Russian weather.

"Thanks man. I’m Colin," the man told him, holding out his free hand while trying to light a cigarette with the other.

"Jared." The angel looked the man over. There was something about him but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

"So are you with the Ghostbusters in there?" Colin asked, nodding toward the house.

Jared let out a small laugh. "I don’t know who the fuck I’m with. I’m sort of just tagging along for the ride.

Colin smiled and nodded. "You’re not human?" the man asked so casually that for a moment Jared was taken back. He had gotten so used to denying what he was, hiding his true self from the world, that he was caught off guard.

"I’m… I… I’m uh… I’m an… angel," he explained, not even sure if still was an angel.

Colin’s eyebrows rose. "Wasn’t expecting that. Though I have to confess that I’ve only ever met two angels and both have been in the last forty eight hours so I guess I’m not exactly an expert."

"What, you thought I was one of the fang gang?" Jared asked amused.

Colin shrugged and took a deep pull of his cigarette.

"Don’t let the leather jacket fool you, I might not play the harp but I’m a mean bastard on the guitar."

Colin laughed and loosened his scarf a little, exposing his dog collar for the first time. Colin noticed how Jared was staring at his dog collar in shock and he smiled. "Don’t let the leather jack fool you," he mimicked with a grin.

"I’ve never fucked a priest before," Jared suddenly said out of the blue as if he was simply mussing out loud.

Colin chuckled and, leaning against the wall, turned to look at him. "Is that so?"

Jared copied him, bringing them very close together. "I’m cold, I’m horny and I reek of incense. So, Colin, would you like to make my night better? Would you like to fuck me?"

Jared was already going to hell; he knew that, hey, he might as well fuck a priest and seal the deal.

Colin smiled, despite being slightly thrown by how forward this supposed angel was. Colin sensed a deep pain in Jared. His beautiful blue eyes were so hollow and desperate. Colin had seen men self destruct before; he had seen it every day for five years every time he looked in a mirror.

"Yes, I do… but I can’t," Colin explained softly.

"Why? Because you’re a priest?" At Colin’s nod Jared scoffed. "A gay priest who denies himself what he wants because, what, you took some stupid vows? Haven’t you heard, Colin? The worlds going to end soon, do you really want to go to heaven when you can come down to hell with me and fuck me blind for eternity?"

Colin smiled softly again, once more overwhelmed by the pain he could feel coming off Jared. Colin had always had a gift, a gift of sensing what other people were feeling.

"I made a promise," Colin tried to explain to him. "And I keep my promises. Me mam, the bitch, made me promise to take orders on her death bed. And then I made a promise to God."

Jared’s eyes got wide. "You didn’t want to be a priest?"

Colin shook his head slowly. "No, me mam wanted me to be like me uncle. But once I was a priest, I gave it my all. I’ve kept my word, Jared. I can tell you though, I’ve never been so tempted to break it as I am right now."

Jared smiled and took a last pull of his cigarette before tossing it onto the ground. "A priest with morals, trust me to find the one decent one in the world." Jared sighed, still feeling cold and honry. He wondered where Karl was and if he could tempt the vampire into a repeat performance.

"I’ll make you a promise, Jared," Colin suddenly said, still looking at the angel intently. "I promise to help you find your way back to wherever it is you’re lost from."

With that Colin leaned forward and kissed Jared on the lips softly. Instantly Jared’s cock jumped in his pants and he tried to deepen the kiss, but Colin pulled back with a soft smile.

"I thought you didn’t fuck," Jared said lamely.

Colin chuckled and shook his head. "That wasn’t a fuck, Jared. Don’t tell me you’ve been doing it wrong all these years."

Jared’s retort was lost as he spotted a dark figure out of the corner of his eyes, flying towards them. "Shit," Jared cried out, grabbing hold of Colin and pulling him down to the ground as a second creature flew at them. Jared looked up at them and felt Colin tugging him toward the house but he couldn’t move.

The dark creatures were too familiar to him, too real. He had seen them before in his waking nightmares and they were even more chilling in the flesh.

"It's started," he said hopelessly before allowing Colin to drag him into the house.

 

TBC

Comments

[trustingfrndshp.livejournal.com]

Mmm, things are heating up (in more ways than one;-) Glad they're all reunited so they can deal w/ things together; elijah and jared struck me the most in this chapter b/c of their suffering; look forward to more:-)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thanks sweetheart. I will be getting back to more Vigorli in the next chapter, I just had to some other stuff established first.
Thanks for the feedback :)

[alluranna.livejournal.com]

And so it begins! Oh this is exciting! I love this story and cannot wait for more! I feel for Orli though. To have to go back and face those he loved. I am glad that Orli was convinced about the rightness of his relationship with Viggo!

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thanks honey. I'm glad you like it :)
I feel as though I have neglected Viggo and Orli a little in this story so far but I promise to make it up to them in the next few chapters.

[oceansecrets2.livejournal.com]

I'm really enjoying the way you're developing the other relationships in the story - I sense a threesome soon in Elijah's future, and Jared's meeting the last moral priest in the world is too deliciously ironic. I really like your Colin - "That wasn’t a fuck, Jared. Don’t tell me you’ve been doing it wrong all these years." Something tells me he's going to be very good for Jared (and Jared's going to be very hard on his vows!)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, Father Farrell, who wouldn't be tempted?
I'm glad you like the other relationships that I am setting up. I know a lot of people don't think there has been enough Vigorli in it so far so I have promised to write them a nice scene for the next chapter.