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vigorliTITLE: The Blood Red Rose 6/?
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mamashope
Beta: The ever diligent and lovelyromanabunny Without her this fic would be a mess.
Pairing Vig/orli and Sean/?
Rating: R
Warning: Storng language Sexual Content
Disclaimer: I don't know any of the people in this story, and seeings How Viggo isn't a vampire(that we know of) And Orlando is an actor Then this is just fiction. Making no profit.
Summary: What is poor Orlando to do now.
Banner: By the ever talentedteamane Thank you hon.
The Blood Red Rose
Part 6/?
The storm broke outside the station house window; Orlando watched the lightning streak
angrily across the sky.
"Detective Bloom, we really need to know what happened tonight," Chief Hill stated.
Orlando took a deep breath as he tried to think about the question. He knew the truth just
wouldn't work, no matter how he tried to explain about the strange power that Viggo had
seemed to hold over him.
"Elijah and I were checking the old attack sites; we were at the place where the 8th vic was
found. Elijah alerted me to someone being in the old factory parking area. We approached the location and decided to split up, we figured we could cover more ground."
"There was no call made for backup, Detective Bloom;" Hill remarked.
"No sir, that had been my decision, I hadn't thought it was necessary. I sent Detective Wood
to the left side of the factory while I checked the right. I didn't.....I didn't see anyone, I checked the empty trailers and when I finished I heard Elijah call to me. I went to where he was and that was when we found Jeff Curtis," Orlando's voice faded as he remembered the sight of his friend, laying there with his chest cut open and that fucking rose placed where his heart used to be.
Sean saw Orlando's face pale as the young man ran from the room. Orlando just made it to the restroom; he lost it as he sunk to the floor. He cried until he felt his stomach convulse. Sean
came in and just rubbed Orlando's back. After the young man had finished he handed him a wet
towel.
"Orli, come on love, we need to get you out of here."
"I'm a fucking cop; I have seen dead bodies before, Sean. I have worked this case right from the beginning," Orlando cried.
"Shhh, I know love. But I think it tends to make a difference when the body belongs to someone you know. You had invested so much into that young mans life, to try to make it just a little better. Orlando, you did that love, you helped him in so many ways."
"I failed him Sean. He's dead and that is my fault. I couldn't get him off the streets, I should have done more."
"What more could you have done? Tell me what do you think that you could have said or done to change that young man's life?" Sean said the compassion strong in his voice.
Orlando looked at him, tears falling from his eyes as the rain that fell from the sky. Sean pulled him into his arms and held him tight. Orlando allowed his lover to hold him feeling too drained to resist. They sat like that for a long while; suddenly Sean felt Orlando's body tense.
"What's wrong, love?" he whispered.
Orlando's eyes held a look of sheer terror as he looked around the room.
"Orlando?"
"Oh shit, Sean, he's here."
"Who's here, baby? There's no one here but us," Sean said trying to calm the man in his arms.
"I can feel him, he's here, I know it."
The lights flickered.
Sean looked around; his green eyes darted throughout the large room. The lights flickered once more then went out. He felt Orlando stiffen in his arms. Then they heard the voice as it spoke out of the darkness.
"This has only just begun, my beautiful. I'll be seeing you again, Orlando, I promise you that."
The lights came back on both men stared at an empty room.
"What the fuck?" Sean said as he got to his feet.
"I told you he was here, and now he knows about you," Orlando said the fear sounding strong in his voice.
****
Viggo returned home, his body ached from the desire that burned through him.
'Why didn't I just take him?' he though as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
He had felt the beautiful creature's response, even before Viggo had looked in to those dark eyes. Orlando would have given himself to him and he knew it. He had wanted to feel the lovely man's body beneath him. He had wanted to fuck the boy, but something held him back.
"What is it about you?" he asked softly into the night.
He turned from the window where he had been standing; he striped off his clothes, and laid naked on his bed. He could see Orlando's face, the look of desire in those chocolate colored eyes. He still could feel the young man's cock in his hand. His hand traveled down to find his hardened flesh screaming for release. He gently stroked himself as he closed his eyes and remembered. The pants of excitement that issued from Orlando's lips as he had stroked him. The warm wet lips that had moved willingly under his. Viggo felt his own cock twitch madly at the memories. He tightened his grip as he felt his climax quickly taking over his mind and body. He fisted his cock faster to the thought of Orlando coming hard in his hand, he moaned, he could still taste the sweet taste of Orlando's come on his tongue and he came calling out the name of the beautiful young man.
****
Sean had convinced Orlando to go home and get some rest. He stayed to finish the autopsy on Jeff.
'What the hell is happening to you, Orli?' Sean thought sadly, "How am I suppose too help you when you push me away.'
****
Trees, trees, all he saw every where he looked were trees. He was running blindly through them,
he was looking for someplace or someone. In the distance he could hear the voices of the crowd.
They were chasing him.
"Why? What have I done?" Orlando cried out to the voices.
He could feel his heart racing wildly as he ran, farther and farther in to the darkness of the trees.
Suddenly he spotted a clearing and a house that stood high upon the hill.
'Yes,' his mind thought excitedly. 'I'm home, now I'll be safe.'
Orlando ran up the hill, he knew that his life depended on reaching the house. He didn't take
time to question how he knew the house, or how he knew he would be safe there, he just ran.
It seemed like it had taken him forever to reach the door but finally he found himself banging
frantically. The door swung open and there stood Viggo.
"Baby, you made it, come inside. They won't come here, you're safe now," he said pulling Orlando into his arms.
"How did I get here? Where am I?"
Viggo looked at the young man concern showing in his eyes.
"My love, are you alright? You live here?" he said as his kissed his lovers lips.
Orlando pulled away from him and looked at the room he was standing in; it did seem familiar
though Orlando was sure he had never set foot in this place before.
"Mark?" came Viggo's questioning voice.
Orlando woke with a start, he looked around and saw he was in his own bedroom once more.
'What the fuck was that about?' he thought as he got out of bed, 'and who is Mark?'
****
Later after the sun had left the sky the vampires woke and met downstairs in the library.
Ian had some questions that he needed the answers to.
"So Craig, my dear boy, where have you been all this time?" Ian asked the handsome young vampire.
"Oh I have been many, many places," He answered elusively.
"Like?" the older vampire persisted.
"Well now let's see, I was in Rome for a while, and China, I've been to Ireland, and Scotland as well, but mostly I've been traveling the roads of America."
"I see," Ian wasn't unhappy to see him, no not at all, in fact he was overjoyed that Craig had returned home. The only thing that worried Ian was the fact that Craig was Mark's brother.
Ian knew that Craig blamed Viggo for what had happened to his brother, and he had never
told him anything to change Craig's mind. Now perhaps was the time for the truth to come out.
****
Viggo stood by the bridge watching the ripples as they ebbed away. He knew that Orlando was not working tonight; he was watching him now as he threw stones in to the creek below.
'Hmmm, I hope you won't mind me borrowing your lover, beautiful,' he thought as he watched the ripples disappear.
****
Sean tried to call Orlando but got no answer. He slammed down the phone as he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
As he approached his car, he heard a voice behind him calling out his name.
"May I help you with something?" Sean asked.
"No, lover, but I think I can help you," a soft almost shadowy voice said.
That was the last thing Sean heard before he fell unconscious.
****
Orlando returned home and looked at his answering machine but the light wasn't flashing.
"Good, no messages."
The phone rang.
"Fuck," he said and he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi beautiful," the voice rasped from the other end.
"How the hell did you get this number?" Orlando almost shouted into the mouth piece.
"Come now, lover, is that any way to say hello to a friend?" Viggo mocked.
"What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you had spoken to your boyfriend tonight?"
"Sean? Why, have you done something to him? Viggo; please tell me, is he alright?"
"Relax baby; you'll find out soon enough," Viggo said with a deep chuckle as he hung up.
****
"Orlando please, you have to calm down," David told him after Orlando had ran into the
station yelling about Sean having disappeared.
"Now, start over and tell me what the fuck you're talking about."
"I already told you, I stopped by Sean's to drop off some papers that he wanted, when I got there I found his car. The doors were wide open and his jacket was laying on the ground. I
think that he may have been taken by this sick fucker."
"What makes you think that, Orlando?"
He then told about how Sean had come into the bathroom to make sure he was ok, he also told
them about the lights, the voice, and what was said. He took a deep breath and then told them
about the phone call.
"Alright, I want an APB put out for Dr Bean now. We don't have a minute to lose."
Orlando looked at David and softly said.
"I pray we find him in time,"
****
Sean woke, his head hurt badly. He tried to focus his eyes but the room was almost completely dark,
except for a soft glow which came through what Sean hoped was a door. He tried to sit up but
the room instantly started to spin, he fell back his head landing on a pile of soft pillows.
'Wait, pillows?' Sean thought, 'Where the fuck am I?'
He couldn't think too clear with his head feeling like someone was working him over with a
jackhammer. He laid still trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he clearly recalled was standing by his car, he was heading over to Orlando's. He thought back, yes he had tried to call Orlando, he hadn't gotten an answer. He went out to his car intent on going
over to his lover's house and taking him out. He had just opened his door when he had heard
that voice, but he hadn't seen the face of the man. That was when his world had gone black.
"Okay Sean," he told himself calmly, "you have to make it over to that door."
Once again he tried sitting up, a bit slower this time, he sat on the bed and let his head clear.
He then slowly slid his feet to the floor carefully standing to test if he was going to fall or not.
The faint light looked like it was miles away from where he stood.
"Come on man, get yourself together," he said softly.
He scuffed his feet incase there was furniture in the room that he couldn't see. Slowly he made
it to the door, felt around, but he couldn't find the knob.
"Come on you bastard, I know you're here someplace," he cursed as his hands kept feeling
along the smooth wood, finally he found it.
"Fuck!" he had found it alright, but it was locked. He banged on the door, and then waited
hoping to hear footsteps or somekind of noise, but only silence greeted his ears.
"Hey," he called out, "Open this fucking door," he started to bang harder against
the wood.
He stood silent waiting. Suddenly he heard a sound. He turned back toward the room; his
eyes had seemed to grow more accustomed to the blackness around him. His eyes scanned
the room nervously; he had heard the floor creak. it may have been his imagination or the fact that he was scared, but in the darkness he thought he saw something move over near the bed.
"Hello?" he called tensely, "is there someone there?"
"Hello, Sean," a voice replied.
"Who are you? come out where I can see you."
"I'm right here," the voice growled from directly behind him. Sean went to spin around to face
his unknown host but a steel like grip grabbed his shoulders, and he could feel the breath next
to his ear.
"Don't move," the voice warned.
Sean could feel his body tremble as the fear washed over him.
"What do you want from me?" he stuttered.
"Want? All I want is a kiss, lover," the voice replied with a deep sounding hiss.
AUTHOR:
mamashopeBeta: The ever diligent and lovely
romanabunny Without her this fic would be a mess.Pairing Vig/orli and Sean/?
Rating: R
Warning: Storng language Sexual Content
Disclaimer: I don't know any of the people in this story, and seeings How Viggo isn't a vampire(that we know of) And Orlando is an actor Then this is just fiction. Making no profit.
Summary: What is poor Orlando to do now.
Banner: By the ever talented
teamane Thank you hon.The Blood Red Rose
Part 6/?
The storm broke outside the station house window; Orlando watched the lightning streak
angrily across the sky.
"Detective Bloom, we really need to know what happened tonight," Chief Hill stated.
Orlando took a deep breath as he tried to think about the question. He knew the truth just
wouldn't work, no matter how he tried to explain about the strange power that Viggo had
seemed to hold over him.
"Elijah and I were checking the old attack sites; we were at the place where the 8th vic was
found. Elijah alerted me to someone being in the old factory parking area. We approached the location and decided to split up, we figured we could cover more ground."
"There was no call made for backup, Detective Bloom;" Hill remarked.
"No sir, that had been my decision, I hadn't thought it was necessary. I sent Detective Wood
to the left side of the factory while I checked the right. I didn't.....I didn't see anyone, I checked the empty trailers and when I finished I heard Elijah call to me. I went to where he was and that was when we found Jeff Curtis," Orlando's voice faded as he remembered the sight of his friend, laying there with his chest cut open and that fucking rose placed where his heart used to be.
Sean saw Orlando's face pale as the young man ran from the room. Orlando just made it to the restroom; he lost it as he sunk to the floor. He cried until he felt his stomach convulse. Sean
came in and just rubbed Orlando's back. After the young man had finished he handed him a wet
towel.
"Orli, come on love, we need to get you out of here."
"I'm a fucking cop; I have seen dead bodies before, Sean. I have worked this case right from the beginning," Orlando cried.
"Shhh, I know love. But I think it tends to make a difference when the body belongs to someone you know. You had invested so much into that young mans life, to try to make it just a little better. Orlando, you did that love, you helped him in so many ways."
"I failed him Sean. He's dead and that is my fault. I couldn't get him off the streets, I should have done more."
"What more could you have done? Tell me what do you think that you could have said or done to change that young man's life?" Sean said the compassion strong in his voice.
Orlando looked at him, tears falling from his eyes as the rain that fell from the sky. Sean pulled him into his arms and held him tight. Orlando allowed his lover to hold him feeling too drained to resist. They sat like that for a long while; suddenly Sean felt Orlando's body tense.
"What's wrong, love?" he whispered.
Orlando's eyes held a look of sheer terror as he looked around the room.
"Orlando?"
"Oh shit, Sean, he's here."
"Who's here, baby? There's no one here but us," Sean said trying to calm the man in his arms.
"I can feel him, he's here, I know it."
The lights flickered.
Sean looked around; his green eyes darted throughout the large room. The lights flickered once more then went out. He felt Orlando stiffen in his arms. Then they heard the voice as it spoke out of the darkness.
"This has only just begun, my beautiful. I'll be seeing you again, Orlando, I promise you that."
The lights came back on both men stared at an empty room.
"What the fuck?" Sean said as he got to his feet.
"I told you he was here, and now he knows about you," Orlando said the fear sounding strong in his voice.
****
Viggo returned home, his body ached from the desire that burned through him.
'Why didn't I just take him?' he though as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
He had felt the beautiful creature's response, even before Viggo had looked in to those dark eyes. Orlando would have given himself to him and he knew it. He had wanted to feel the lovely man's body beneath him. He had wanted to fuck the boy, but something held him back.
"What is it about you?" he asked softly into the night.
He turned from the window where he had been standing; he striped off his clothes, and laid naked on his bed. He could see Orlando's face, the look of desire in those chocolate colored eyes. He still could feel the young man's cock in his hand. His hand traveled down to find his hardened flesh screaming for release. He gently stroked himself as he closed his eyes and remembered. The pants of excitement that issued from Orlando's lips as he had stroked him. The warm wet lips that had moved willingly under his. Viggo felt his own cock twitch madly at the memories. He tightened his grip as he felt his climax quickly taking over his mind and body. He fisted his cock faster to the thought of Orlando coming hard in his hand, he moaned, he could still taste the sweet taste of Orlando's come on his tongue and he came calling out the name of the beautiful young man.
****
Sean had convinced Orlando to go home and get some rest. He stayed to finish the autopsy on Jeff.
'What the hell is happening to you, Orli?' Sean thought sadly, "How am I suppose too help you when you push me away.'
****
Trees, trees, all he saw every where he looked were trees. He was running blindly through them,
he was looking for someplace or someone. In the distance he could hear the voices of the crowd.
They were chasing him.
"Why? What have I done?" Orlando cried out to the voices.
He could feel his heart racing wildly as he ran, farther and farther in to the darkness of the trees.
Suddenly he spotted a clearing and a house that stood high upon the hill.
'Yes,' his mind thought excitedly. 'I'm home, now I'll be safe.'
Orlando ran up the hill, he knew that his life depended on reaching the house. He didn't take
time to question how he knew the house, or how he knew he would be safe there, he just ran.
It seemed like it had taken him forever to reach the door but finally he found himself banging
frantically. The door swung open and there stood Viggo.
"Baby, you made it, come inside. They won't come here, you're safe now," he said pulling Orlando into his arms.
"How did I get here? Where am I?"
Viggo looked at the young man concern showing in his eyes.
"My love, are you alright? You live here?" he said as his kissed his lovers lips.
Orlando pulled away from him and looked at the room he was standing in; it did seem familiar
though Orlando was sure he had never set foot in this place before.
"Mark?" came Viggo's questioning voice.
Orlando woke with a start, he looked around and saw he was in his own bedroom once more.
'What the fuck was that about?' he thought as he got out of bed, 'and who is Mark?'
****
Later after the sun had left the sky the vampires woke and met downstairs in the library.
Ian had some questions that he needed the answers to.
"So Craig, my dear boy, where have you been all this time?" Ian asked the handsome young vampire.
"Oh I have been many, many places," He answered elusively.
"Like?" the older vampire persisted.
"Well now let's see, I was in Rome for a while, and China, I've been to Ireland, and Scotland as well, but mostly I've been traveling the roads of America."
"I see," Ian wasn't unhappy to see him, no not at all, in fact he was overjoyed that Craig had returned home. The only thing that worried Ian was the fact that Craig was Mark's brother.
Ian knew that Craig blamed Viggo for what had happened to his brother, and he had never
told him anything to change Craig's mind. Now perhaps was the time for the truth to come out.
****
Viggo stood by the bridge watching the ripples as they ebbed away. He knew that Orlando was not working tonight; he was watching him now as he threw stones in to the creek below.
'Hmmm, I hope you won't mind me borrowing your lover, beautiful,' he thought as he watched the ripples disappear.
****
Sean tried to call Orlando but got no answer. He slammed down the phone as he grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
As he approached his car, he heard a voice behind him calling out his name.
"May I help you with something?" Sean asked.
"No, lover, but I think I can help you," a soft almost shadowy voice said.
That was the last thing Sean heard before he fell unconscious.
****
Orlando returned home and looked at his answering machine but the light wasn't flashing.
"Good, no messages."
The phone rang.
"Fuck," he said and he picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi beautiful," the voice rasped from the other end.
"How the hell did you get this number?" Orlando almost shouted into the mouth piece.
"Come now, lover, is that any way to say hello to a friend?" Viggo mocked.
"What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you had spoken to your boyfriend tonight?"
"Sean? Why, have you done something to him? Viggo; please tell me, is he alright?"
"Relax baby; you'll find out soon enough," Viggo said with a deep chuckle as he hung up.
****
"Orlando please, you have to calm down," David told him after Orlando had ran into the
station yelling about Sean having disappeared.
"Now, start over and tell me what the fuck you're talking about."
"I already told you, I stopped by Sean's to drop off some papers that he wanted, when I got there I found his car. The doors were wide open and his jacket was laying on the ground. I
think that he may have been taken by this sick fucker."
"What makes you think that, Orlando?"
He then told about how Sean had come into the bathroom to make sure he was ok, he also told
them about the lights, the voice, and what was said. He took a deep breath and then told them
about the phone call.
"Alright, I want an APB put out for Dr Bean now. We don't have a minute to lose."
Orlando looked at David and softly said.
"I pray we find him in time,"
****
Sean woke, his head hurt badly. He tried to focus his eyes but the room was almost completely dark,
except for a soft glow which came through what Sean hoped was a door. He tried to sit up but
the room instantly started to spin, he fell back his head landing on a pile of soft pillows.
'Wait, pillows?' Sean thought, 'Where the fuck am I?'
He couldn't think too clear with his head feeling like someone was working him over with a
jackhammer. He laid still trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he clearly recalled was standing by his car, he was heading over to Orlando's. He thought back, yes he had tried to call Orlando, he hadn't gotten an answer. He went out to his car intent on going
over to his lover's house and taking him out. He had just opened his door when he had heard
that voice, but he hadn't seen the face of the man. That was when his world had gone black.
"Okay Sean," he told himself calmly, "you have to make it over to that door."
Once again he tried sitting up, a bit slower this time, he sat on the bed and let his head clear.
He then slowly slid his feet to the floor carefully standing to test if he was going to fall or not.
The faint light looked like it was miles away from where he stood.
"Come on man, get yourself together," he said softly.
He scuffed his feet incase there was furniture in the room that he couldn't see. Slowly he made
it to the door, felt around, but he couldn't find the knob.
"Come on you bastard, I know you're here someplace," he cursed as his hands kept feeling
along the smooth wood, finally he found it.
"Fuck!" he had found it alright, but it was locked. He banged on the door, and then waited
hoping to hear footsteps or somekind of noise, but only silence greeted his ears.
"Hey," he called out, "Open this fucking door," he started to bang harder against
the wood.
He stood silent waiting. Suddenly he heard a sound. He turned back toward the room; his
eyes had seemed to grow more accustomed to the blackness around him. His eyes scanned
the room nervously; he had heard the floor creak. it may have been his imagination or the fact that he was scared, but in the darkness he thought he saw something move over near the bed.
"Hello?" he called tensely, "is there someone there?"
"Hello, Sean," a voice replied.
"Who are you? come out where I can see you."
"I'm right here," the voice growled from directly behind him. Sean went to spin around to face
his unknown host but a steel like grip grabbed his shoulders, and he could feel the breath next
to his ear.
"Don't move," the voice warned.
Sean could feel his body tremble as the fear washed over him.
"What do you want from me?" he stuttered.
"Want? All I want is a kiss, lover," the voice replied with a deep sounding hiss.
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:24 am (UTC)Loves and hugs and thank you again for reading and the fb.I should be posting 7 tomorrow.