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FIC: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim 6
Title: Blood of the Immortal: The Nephilim
Author: Bwitched83uk
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Cast: Viggo/Orli Sean, Karl, Elijah, Jared Leto, Colin Farrell, Keira Knightly.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Blood of the Immortal.
Beta: The lovely mesnica *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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Feedback: "The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism."
A/N: The last scene was written with a gun to my head, thanks to mesnica. I wanted to end it in the hallw ay but she made me write the rest!
Chapter 6
"You are an angel?" the old woman asked Orlando as he sat beside Anastasia's bed and held her hand.
Viggo stood behind him, worried about what was going through his lover's mind. Orlando had so much to deal with. Was this truly the beginning of the end? A great responsibility had been laid on Orlando's shoulders if Ian was right. Soon Orlando would have to lead them all. The irony was, while Viggo had complete faith in Orlando, Orlando had none in himself. If all that was prophesised came to pass then Viggo knew there would be no one he would rather follow into the unknown.
Orlando looked into the old woman's eyes, clouded from age, and nodded slowly. "Yes, your granddaughter and I are family."
The old woman nodded and smiled slightly at Father Monstagov who was sitting in a chair in the corner quietly. "You look very much like him."
Orlando looked away from the beautiful little girl who seemed frozen in time. "Like who?" he asked softly, not wanting to raise his voice and in any way disturb Anastasia.
"Her father. You look like my Anastasia's father," she told him.
Viggo frowned from behind Orlando and looked down at him. "You aren't, are you?" he had to ask.
Orlando looked up at him and shook his head, smiling slightly to reassure him. "It was considered against the rules to mate with a mortal unless it was an order."
"This was no order," the old woman told him. "Eric loved my Natasha. I could see it in his eyes. Though neither of us knew what he truly was until it was too late."
Orlando's eyes went wide and he stood up from the bed. He walked over to the woman and looked into her eyes. "Eric? Eric?"
She nodded and reached out to tuck one of Orlando's curls behind his ear. "You are very much like him."
Orlando swallowed and felt an ice cold shiver run through him.
"Orlando," Viggo asked. "What is it? Do you know an angel named Eric?"
Orlando turned to look at Viggo with tears shinning in his eyes. "Eric was my brother."
Viggo frowned and moved towards him. He was about to ask him how that could be when Colin and Jared came running through the house and into the back bedroom.
"They're here. The things, they're here," Jared shouted as he ran into the room, clutching a large golden cross he had grabbed form the living room on his way through.
Colin was quick on his heels, holding an assortment of kitchen knives he had grabbed when desperately searching for weapons of some sort. He dumped them on Anastasia's bed and automatically Viggo grabbed hold of a large meat cleaver and handed a smaller one to Orlando.
"Who's here?" he asked Jared, going over to the window and looking out.
"The things from the book, the things I saw. They're real and they're here," Jared insisted.
"How many?" Orlando asked calmly despite the panic bubbling up inside him.
"Three," Colin answered him, choosing a knife and handing it to Father Monstagov.
"What do we do? Do we fight them? Do we try and wait them out?" Jared asked Viggo, shrugging off his leather jacket and letting his poorly formed wings breathe.
"No," Orlando said. "It can't be coincidence that they are here. They've come for Anastasia and we're not going to sit here and wait for them to break the door…"
Orlando's words were cut off as one of the creatures crashed in through the window.
The old woman screamed and rushed to her granddaughter's side. The creature tumbled in through the broken glass and screeched at them.
If this thing had a human bone in it then it was very well hidden. The creature seemed more reptilian than anything else. Its skin was thick and scaly and its eyes were yellow and slitted like a snake's. It walked upright like a human, though it had a tail like a crocodile's and wings like a pterodactyl's.
It went to run at the little girl, who was undisturbed by the commotion, but Viggo ran at it and punched it in the face. The creature stumbled back somewhat clumsily and snarled before charging at Viggo and swiping his chest with its claws.
Orlando cried out and lunged at it with the knife, stabbing it between the shoulder blades. The hybrid was taller than he was and more built and it turned round and knocked him backwards with ease.
Jared and Colin both held up their weapons and got ready to join in the fight when two more creatures came in through the living room. Colin, frozen to the spot, could only watch as one lunged at Father Monstagov and took a large bite out of his throat.
"No," Colin screamed and ran at the creature, only for it to back hand him. He went flying against the wall and slumped down in pain, feeling his ribs crack.
The old priest clutched his neck, which was hemoraging profusely, and fell to the floor, quickly bleeding to death.
While Orlando and Viggo fought one of the creatures together, Jared was just trying to keep another one from killing him. He held out his knife and every time the hybrid lunged at him Jared weaved and stuck out his knife threateningly. "Why the fuck did I come here?" he asked himself out loud.
Colin clutched his side and forced himself up on to his feet. He tried to move towards the hybrid who was ascending on the little girl and her grandmother. The beast grabbed the frail old woman and tossed her easily away, getting rid of the barrier between him and the girl. Colin stumbled towards the bed, his knife in his hand, and slashed at the hybrid's back, hurting it enough to make it turn on him instead of the girl.
"Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph," he murmured as he stepped back from the creature who was looking at him menacingly. Colin wished he was drunk right now; if he was going to die he suspected it would be nicer to die when drunk, it would probably hurt a lot less too. He looked down at Father Monstagov's lifeless body and bit back tears.
"You bastard," he spat at the creature as it moved closer to him. Before he could do anything, the long end of a large golden cross was lunged into the hybrid's side, making it cry out and wail like a dying elephant. The creature grabbed hold of the cross and pulled it out of his thick skin. He tossed it to the side and picked up Jared effortlessly.
"No!" Colin yelled as the beast was about to twist Jared's neck.
Orlando grabbed hold of Viggo's hand and pulled him up from where the hybrid they were fighting had knocked him. Orlando had a gash on his arm and it hurt to even hold his knife up. The creature smacked Viggo hard in the face, making him fall straight back down. It grabbed hold of Orlando, who struggled to get free, and brought its mouth down to his neck. Orlando closed his eyes, thinking this was the end.
A shrill scream filled the room, a sound like that of a banshee. The cry went through all their ears and into their brains. The creature holding Jared dropped him and they both fell to the floor, clutching their ears. The hybrid holding Orlando did the same.
Colin watched, seemingly the only one not affected by the noise and looked over to the bed. The little girl was sitting up, her big brown eyes were wide and her mouth was open around a piercing scream.
Thinking quickly, Colin grabbed the discarded golden cross and plunged it into the heart of one of the creatures. It wailed and stumbled before dying and turning to ash. Colin disposed of the other two hybrids in the same way and as the last one turned to stone before crumbling to dust, the little girl stopped screaming.
She panted heavily and Colin could only stare at her. What the hell had he become involved in?
Orlando had a little blood tricking out of one of his ears and he felt nauseous as he clawed his way up onto his knees. He shook his head, trying to clear it and stared into the eyes of the little girl who was trembling and looking at him desperately.
Without thinking of himself, Orlando scrambled up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay," he murmured, his angelic accelerated healing kicking in and restoring his ear drums already. "It's okay."
She sobbed and clung to him tightly. Her brown eyes looked over his shoulder at Viggo, who was watching the two of them with wonder in his eyes. "I saw you. I saw all of you," she whispered.
Orlando pulled back from her enough to look into her face.
"As I slept," she said in perfect English, surprising them all. "I saw everything."
Jared walked over to Colin, who was kneeling over the old woman's body. Colin looked up at him and shook his head before letting out a sob. Jared kneeled down beside him and put his arms round him carefully so as not to hurt his ribs. "I'm sorry," he told Colin who leaned into the angel's embrace and let himself grieve.
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"I'm afraid with cracked ribs there is nothing more we can do for you," the doctor told Colin after having bandaged him up. "I'm going to prescribe you some pain killers and I suggest you try sleeping upright in a chair."
Colin nodded and cringed as a sharp pain went through his side.
"You say you fell down the stairs, Father?" the doctor asked.
Jared stepped in and spoke for Colin, who he could see just wanted to get out of there.
"Yeah, it was so stupid. We had had a few drinks to celebrate my son being born and Father Farrell here had one too many and fell as he was walking down the stairs," Jared said with a laugh.
The doctor, whose English wasn't so good that he got all that Jared had said, simply nodded and smiled before leaving them alone.
"It's shocking how easy lying comes to you," Colin pointed out.
Jared grinned and sat beside him on the bed. "Practise."
They sat silently for a few minutes before Jared spoke again. "Orlando wants to take the girl back to London. They know a witch there who can protect the manor."
Colin nodded slowly, thinking it was probably for the best.
"What will you do now?" Jared asked, looking sideways at him.
Colin shrugged then gasped as the movement hurt his ribs. "There's not much for me here now."
"What about your church?" Jared asked, hoping that maybe Colin would come back to the UK with them. "Will you be put in charge?"
Colin shook his head. "No, they'll get someone else in; I'll stay as I am."
After another minute of silence Jared bit his lip and spoke again. "So, maybe you should come with us. They have a huge house, and if not, then you could stay at my flat. I mean, those things, there could be more of them, you might not be safe here. Also, um, you know it might come in handy to have a priest around."
Colin laughed as much as his ribs would allow him. "Thanks. I think that I'm supposed to go with you. Me becoming a priest when it seemed the most unlikely thing imaginable, being sent here to work, meeting all of you… I feel like maybe there was a meaning behind it all, that I was meant to end up here."
"In hospital?" Jared asked.
Colin rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Do you think the others will be okay with me tagging along?"
Jared grinned at him. "I'm sure of it."
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"You're going to like London," Orlando told Anastasia as he tucked her into bed in their hotel room.
She smiled sadly at him, her facial expressions too wise for one so young. "I know. I saw it. I've seen everything."
Orlando smiled softly and stroked her hair. "I knew your father," he told her.
Again the little girl just smiled, more for Orlando's benefit then hers. "I know," she told him.
"Do you need anything? Do you want me to stay in here with you?" he asked her, stroking her little hand with his.
"No thank you. I slept for so long and yet I'm very tired still," she informed him. "It wasn't a peaceful sleep."
Orlando reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. "Sweet dreams," he whispered.
Anastasia just smiled again, knowing that her dreams would be anything but sweet, they never were. She wanted to talk to Jared when she woke; she could see her own suffering in him.
Once outside the room Orlando sighed and leaned against the door.
"Orlando," Viggo said as he came to stand beside him. The angel moved into Viggo's arms and buried his face in his lover's neck.
"It's all so fucked up," Orlando told him. Viggo smiled slightly, thinking Orlando had spent too much time with Karl. He never used to swear.
"You know this isn't legal, don't you?"
Orlando didn't want to hear it. "I don't care. She isn't safe here. Her only family is now dead, she's better off with us Viggo."
Viggo nodded and sighed, placing on kiss to Orlando's curls. "Tell me about Eric," he asked softly. "You said he was your brother, how is that?"
Orlando closed his eyes and saw his big brother in his mind's eye. "He wasn't my real brother, but he treated me like one. He called me little brother and I called him big brother," he said with a fond smile. "We were really close. I had no idea he had fathered a child. One day I just couldn't feel him anymore and I knew he was dead."
Viggo tightened his hold on Orlando and lifted his face up so that their eyes met. "So this little girl is your niece, sort of."
Orlando nodded. "She really is my family."
Viggo nodded as well, showing Orlando he understood his need to care for the child. He leaned down and kissed him softly. Orlando clung to Viggo desperately as tears formed behind his closed eyes. "Take me to bed," he pleaded.
Viggo smiled against his lover's lips and nodded. He took Orlando's hand in his and led him down the corridor to another room.
Once inside the room Orlando pushed Viggo against the door and ravaged his mouth. He wanted to feel something other than they building dread he had been feeling since this whole thing began.
Viggo simply allowed Orlando to take control and moaned when he felt Orlando's mouth on his throat. He felt Orlando's teeth bite his neck hard, not really hurting Viggo.
Orlando wanted to know what it was Viggo felt when he bit into him. He wanted to know how it felt to swallow his lover's life force. But he couldn't so he settled for tasting his skin instead.
"On the bed," he murmured roughly, clutching to Viggo. Together they stumbled over to the bed, undressing as they went and fell with an unusual lack of grace.
Viggo cried out as his cock was tugged on roughly. Orlando seemed to be possessed by inner demons. He was under so much strain, so much was expected of him and this was one of the few things that were still under his control.
"Do you remember our first time?" Orlando asked, making Viggo look away in shame. "You took me; you took me when I was struggling to get away."
Even through the shame Viggo felt himself harden further at the memory, and Orlando too seemed to become even more aroused at the memory. "I'm going to take you like that," he promised. "On your knees," he ordered.
Viggo groaned and did as he was told. Both their hearts were pounding and as a finger slid inside Viggo's body he cried out hoarsely. During their time together it had always been Viggo taking Orlando, never the other way around, as Orlando loved the feeling of being filled. Viggo had never been taken by anyone; Orlando knew this and so made sure to prepare Viggo carefully. Even though Viggo would heal quickly Orlando still didn't want to cause him any pain. He needed this to be good for Viggo.
Orlando twisted and curled his fingers inside Viggo's body and the vampire squirmed and gasped. There was no oil or lube, but they never used it. Their bodies were different, harder to hurt, and as Orlando entered Viggo the vampire felt nothing but pleasure.
He felt so full, full of the one he loved. Orlando pushed all the way in and closed his eyes at the exquisite pressure surrounding his cock.
"Orlando," Viggo said hoarsely. "Please move. Let me feel you."
Orlando groaned and began thrusting shallowly. He pumped his hips and leaned over Viggo's body to offer him his wrist. "Take me while I'm taking you," he pleaded and groaned as Viggo's sharp teeth pierced his flesh, carefully of his main arteries. The vampire sucked and moaned as the nectar splashed out and coated his tongue.
He bestowed little kitten-like licks to Orlando's wrist and pushed back against Orlando, meeting his thrusts. The duel pleasure of his prostate getting rubbed and the delirious euphoria that came with drinking Orlando's blood made Viggo swoon. He felt slightly dizzy and inebriated and he moaned continuously.
Orlando had his eyes closed the entire time. All of his senses were focused on the feeling around his cock. He had never been inside anyone before. He had felt Viggo's mouth surrounding him but this was different, even better. His cock felt so sensitive and he would have wondered how Viggo managed to last as long as he usually did if his mind hadn't gone blank.
The pressure built and built inside(Viggo until he came violently over the bed spread, coating it with blood tinged cum without having his cock touched once. His body constricted around Orlando and the angel groaned and pumped his hips faster and harder until he too came deep inside Viggo's body.
Helpless, Viggo's knees buckled and he collapsed, taking Orlando with him. They panted in the darkness and Orlando moved to curl himself around Viggo's body. Viggo couldn't quite explain how he felt. He was sated and yet felt incredibly vulnerable. His body felt used but in a good way.
Orlando looked at Viggo's face carefully, trying to determine how Viggo felt about what they had just done but the vampire's eyes were closed and his face was void of expression. Of its own accord in an attempt to comfort Orlando, one of his wings came up around them both, protecting them and trying to make them feel safe.
TBC
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