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mamashope
Beta:romanabunny my friend and without her I wouldn't have been able to do this.
Pairing: Vig/Orlando, Sean/ Ethan
Rating: R
Warning: Strong language and Sexual content.
Disclaimer: So not real, no profit is being made.
Summary: What will happen to poor Orlando now?
Banner By:teamane You are dear to my heart.
The Blood Red Rose.
Part 8/?
Orlando"s dreams came jumbled, confused and frighteningly real.
He was running through the trees once again, feeling as the lower branches would claw
at his face, feeling the sting as the lower branches snapped savagelt and clawed at his face. He once again heard the voices, screaming and cursing at him. He heard the accusations and the blame for all the attacks being put on him.
"Killer! Monster!" the voices screamed loudly as he tried to block them out.
"You. You have killed our children," the voices continued.
"No!" Orlando screamed back, "No, I never, not children, never."
Then he felt himself falling and hitting the ground. He looked around. He was no longer in
the woods. He heard a voice close beside his ear.
"Now we'll show you what we do to monsters such as you, that is after we have a little fun."
he felt hands grab him, ripping at his clothes, tearing them from his body.
"You'll get what you gave to them young ones," the same voice growled and he felt more
hands holding him down. He could hear laughter of several men, they were so close he could
smell the whiskey on their breath. His stomache churned as he realized what they were going
to do to him.
"Please, what have I done?" he cried out. "You know me, have I ever hurt anyone before?"
"Yeah, we knew you Mark, before that creature turned you."
He felt the weight of a body lay on top of his naked form. The pain of penetration ripped through him as the first man took him hard, plunging deep into him.
"No, please.... I never....VIGGO!!!!"
Orlando woke tears mixed with the sweat on his skin. He buried his hands in his face and his shoulders shook with the heaviness of his sobs.
'What the fuck is happening to me?' he tought as the sorrow threatened to consume him.
From somewhere deep inside, Orlando; heard a soft voice speak only one word, 'Sleep',
and his eyes grew heavy. Orlando laid back and feel into sleep once more. Thankfully it was
a deep dreamless sleep.
****
Craig was still on the fire escape watching the young man. The connection was made and now:
Orlando would experience the truth. Craig knew that there was something special about the lad. Viggo watched him far too closely for him to be a mere victim.
'So, Orlando, you are the choosen one? I have to compliment Viggo on his taste. You must dream, my sweet, for Mark has much to say,' he thought sadly as he started his walk home.
****
"You can't do this," David said angrily.
"Chief Wenham, it is already done. Detective Bloom is on suspension aand that is that," Chief
Hill stated.
"You better have a damn good reason," David replied.
"How about insubordination, for a start."
"What? Where do you see that he's been insubordinate?"
"I was questioning him; he walked out before said questions were answered," Hill said looking
the other man in the eyes.
"That's petty. He just lost a friend, someone he cared about. Why are you really doing this?
There's more to it and you damn well know it." David said raising his voice. "Orlando is
one of the best men that I have."
"Bah, he's far too emotional," Hill replied.
"Bullshit. So far I'm not hearing any thing that even remotely resembles a reason," David
challenged.
"David, you are quickly pissing me off. My advice is for you to go home and get some rest.
I have made my decision; I would suggest that you deal with it. I will contact Detective Bloom
myself and notify him of his suspension."
David stormed over to the office door looking back at Chief Hill, he not so calmly said,
"You, sir, are a fucking prick!" he slammed the door as he left.
****
Karl woke up with one hell of a hangover.
'That was so fucking stupid,' he thought chastising himself. He went to grab a glass of water and some asprin. On the way to the kitchen he stopped and grabbed the paper off the porch.
He really didn't want to read it but he would. 'Why the hell did I go out last night,' he wondered
as he held his still pounding head. He opened the paper. Same old shit.
It had been two days since the disappearance of Chief Medical Examiner, Sean Bean; and there
still were no leads. It had been three days since the last murder, Karl was sure that they hadn't
ended. The killer was confident, which either made it bad for the police or bad for the killer
because if he got over confident chances were he would make a mistake.
Karl put the paper on the table and started thinking about the missing medical examiner.
'Okay, Mr. Medical Examiner, where the fuck are you?' he thought as he looked at the
breakfast he had made for himself. His stomach churned, he pushed the plate away deciding
that all he really wanted was his coffee. He sat back and closed his eyes, letting the visions
of last night play through his mind.
The bar had been smoke filled and noisy. Karl had gone there hoping to find one of his
contacts, but the boy hadn't been there. He decided to hang out for awhile in hopes that
maybe he still might show. He went to the bar and ordered a beer; he was once again
lost in thought, when a voice interrupted him.
"Hey, may I buy you another one?" The sultry male voice asked.
Karl looked at the young man standing beside him: tall blond haired and deep brown eyes.
"Sure, thanks," Karl said.
"My names Brian; and you are?"
"Karl. Nice to meet you Brian," he replied as he extended his hand, which the other man
took in a firm grasp.
They had spent the next few hours chatting and flirting. Karl hadn't planned on picking
anyone up, least of all a guy. He hadn't been with a man since college. But this guy was
very attractive. Karl had danced a couple of dances with the other man and when Brian
kissed him softly, Karl knew that he wanted to go home with him.
After they had left the bar and grabbed a hotel room Karl turned to the man and said,
"I, um...I haven't been with a man in a real long time."
Brian pulled him in closer and kissed him and Karl felt any doubt drain right out of him.
"Don't worry," Brian told him with an encouraging smile.
Karl thought about how intense the sex had been, how they had fucked for hours. Brian had
been very inventive with their positions and Karl had come so many times he thought he would
never stop. But eventually Brian had fallen asleep and Karl had left. No note; no goodbye.
He had come home alone, just like always.
"Fuck, why didn't I leave my number?" he asked himself regretfully.
****
David got home and the first thing that he did was call Orlando to give him a heads up.
****
Orlando was mad as hell when he got David's call, but he was even madder when Chief
Hill called.
"Now, Detective Bloom, calm down. Your suspension is only temporary, just until the board
can meet and make its decision."
"I haven't done anything to deserve this," Orlando said the anger sounding clear in his voice.
" I think I am the judge of that. Now you really should calm down, I mean at least it's a paid
suspension," Hill said with a little chuckle. "I will expect your gun and badge to be surrendered
to my office no later than by this afternoon."
"Fine," Orlando said as he slammed down the phone.
****
That evening Orlando decided to go out. The bar named the East street was a familiar place.
On the rare occasions that he got to go out, this was the place he came to. When he arrived
the bar was packed. Kids were dancing to the music that, although loud, was also very good.
Orlando worked his way through the crowd of people and sat at the bar. He ordered his first of what he suspected would be many drinks. He turned once more to the crowd of kids swaying
seductively to the rythm. But that was not what caught his attention, the blue eyes that were
staring at him from across the room were. He had felt like he was being watched and finding
that he was right only unnerved him. The owner of those blue eyes started over toward him.
"Excuse me, Detective Bloom; isn't it?" Orlando heard from the other side of him.
He turned to face the speaker.
"Mr.Urban, how are you?" Orlando asked, some what surprised to see the reporter in a
gay bar.
"Not too bad, but you don't look so hot," he replied.
"Me? No, I'm fine," Orlando lied.
"So, do you mind?" Karl asked as he indicated an empty stool at the bar.
"Please, sit; can I buy you a drink?" Orlando asked as he called the bartender over.
"Thanks," Karl replied with a smile.
The bartender came back with their drinks and Karl looked over at the young detective.
"I didn't know that they gave you guys a night off," he said jokingly.
"Well to be honest," Orlando started. "No, never mind."
"What did they fire you or something?" Karl said with a little chuckle.
"Hmm, something like that."
Karl started to choke on the sip of beer. "What? Fuck, I was only kidding," he said turning
red.
Orlando was half smiling at him. "I know you were. Christ you ok?" he asked with a little
giggle. Karl nodded. "Seriously, they suspended me; but what the fuck, at least it's with pay,"
he finished sarcatically.
"So how many of those you had?" Karl asked as Orlando drained his drink.
"That was my second, but not my last."
Karl fell silent as he watched the young man order a refill. He waited until the bartender
left before he asked,
"So why did they suspend you?"
"Mr. Urban," Orlando started.
"Karl," the other man interrupted.
"Karl, I really don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm not up to talking about it. I do hope
you understand."
"Oh. yeah, right, I'm sorry," he said eyeing the other man as he took a sip of his beer.
Both men became lost in their own silence, which Karl decided it was time to break.
"So, Detective Bloom," Karl said as he turned to face him.
"Orlando, please."
"Right, Orlando then," Karl corrected himself. "Um, would you mind if I ask you a few
questions?"
"I guess not, I'm not sure that I'll be able too tell you much though," Orlando said turning
a little in his chair to face Karl.
Before Karl was able to ask him anything another voice broke in.
"Orlando?" the voice said from behind Orlando.
He turned to see the same blue eyed stranger that had been watching him earlier.
"Yes, I'm Orlando. Do I know you?" Orlando asked.
"No, not really, " the man smiled, "but we have a mutual acquaintance."
"Really? Who might that be?"
"Viggo."
Karl noticed how Orlando's face turned pale at the name.
"Please, Orlando; we really must speak," the new comer begged.
"I don't have anything to say to any friends of his."
"Ah, but I never said that I was his friend. My name is Craig Parker, and I have a little
story that I think you might want to hear."
There was something about this man that intrigued Orlando. He looked at him once again
and gave a soft sigh, that showed he gave up.
"Okay, so talk. I'm all ears."
"Not here, please. Perhaps there is some place a bit quieter?"
"Alright, come on," Orlando said. He turned to Karl, "Listen, Karl; call me tomorrow and
I'll try to answer those questions for you," he said and handed him a card that he had quickly jotted his number on."
Karl watched as the two men worked their way through the crowd. Something about that
Craig guy had bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on what, but he knew that when he
had joined their conversation he had gotten the chills.
****
Sean woke up. His body ached and his mind raged with confusion. A hunger burned inside
of him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He was shaking and sweating at the same time.
"Sean?" Ethan said from beside him.
"Don't touch me," Sean said moving across the bed to get away from the other man's touch.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he yelled.
"Sean, please, calm down, love. I will try to explain," Ethan said as he moved slowly toward
Sean.
"No, I said not to touch me," Sean said as he scrambled even farther out of Ethan's reach.
Suddenly Sean cried out as an unbearable pain ripped through him. He fell on the floor, his
body writhing from the pain.
"Okay, sweetheart, you have to listen to me. I can help you but you have to let me, baby.
Sean, damnit, listen to the sound of my voice. Hear nothing but me,baby. You have to feed,
Sean. I have the food that you need, come on, baby please."
"Fuck, it bloody hurts," Sean sobbed as the other man came to his side and gently helped
him back to his feet. He turned into the arms he felt embrace him.
"Shh, I know baby, I know," Ethan said as he soothed the sobbing man. " Come with me,
let's get you back to bed."
Sean allowed himself to be led to the bed, holding on to Ethan as if his life depended on not
letting go. Ethan laid him down and tried to grab the blanket to cover his shivering form, but
Sean held on tighter.
"It's alright, I'm not going to leave you. I have to get the blankets, you need to keep warm,"
he explained kissing his lover's lips. Sean let go, but never took his eyes off of him.
He returned with a couple more blankets and then climbed in to the bed next to Sean.
"Ethan, please, tell me what have you done to me?" Sean asked his green eyes begging
for an answer.
"Soon, baby, I promise you I will tell you everything, but first you need to feed."
"Feed?" Sean asked softly.
"Yes, that is what is causing the pain you are experiencing. Sean, if you don't feed soon,
you'll start to enter into what we call the mind darkness," Ethan explained.
"What is that?" Sean asked, but before Ethan could answer another bout of pain ripped
at Sean's body.
"Not now, baby," Ethan said as he held Sean. "Come up here," he added after the pain had passed, encouraging Sean to go up toward the head board. He made Sean sit back while he
prepared. He grabbed some extra pillows and stacked the against them headboard, climbing
back in next to Sean, he held his hand out to him. Sean looked at the hand and slowly placed
his hand in it.
"That's right, Sean; now come over here between my knees. I want you to know what I offer
you."
Sean watched as Ethan ran a finger nail across his chest. His eyes flew to Ethan's as crimson
liquid started to trickle down Ethan's chest.
"Come Sean, taste the elixir that shall heal you," Ethan invited.
Sean pulled back, "Are you insane, I can't."
"Sean the blood that I offer is your only hope. I didn't understand what it was like to turn
a human, you are my first. But I am responsible for you. I want to help you, baby, please,"
Ethan said softly.
Sean found his eyes drawn to the blood that still trickled from above Ethan's heart. He felt
the pain once again as it surged through him. Ethan grabbed him and pulled him closer.
"Now, lover, you have no choice. I will not let anything happen to you," Ethan said as he
took Sean's hand and placed his fingers in the blood.
"Now taste," he told the other man.
Sean looked at the blood on his fingers, his hunger was so out of control. He didn't want
this, but he lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted. Sweet, salty, but so good, it worked it's
way over his taste buds.
Ethan pulled him in against his chest "Feed, my love," he whispered against Sean's hair.
At those words Sean lost all control and fell hungrily on the offered food. Sucking and licking at the blood.
"This is the final step, Sean. Feeding from the one that turned you. Now we will be one.
I will never let anything happen to you," he promised with a moan as Sean sucked deeper
of the essence of his lover. Ethan smiled warmly as his lover gave into the desire of his new
existence.
****
"Orlando are you sure that you wish to speak here?" Craig asked as the other man was
unlocking the apartment door.
"Yeah, it's quiet, no interruptions," Orlando stated.
"As you wish," Craig replied with a smile.
If Orlando had been listening he might have heard the warning bells ringing in his head.
But he allowed Craig to enter his home.
"Can I offer you something, coffee or tea," Orlando asked.
"Tea please," Craig answered.
He followed Orlando and took off his coat. Orlando noticed the very fit form in frontof him.
Craig was just a bit taller than him. The blue eyes and dark hair made a nice contrast with
his reather pale complexion. He turned away when Craig noticed the observation. He went
in and made the tea.
"Please, have a seat," Orlando invited indicating a chair at the table.
"Thank you," Craig replied as he sat down and watched the young man.
As Orlando returned with the two cups of tea, he started the conversation.
"So, Mr. Parker; how do you know Viggo?"
"It's Craig, and Viggo killed my brother," he stated firmly.
"Really? I don't remember any of the vics having the last name of Parker," Orlando said
as he watched the man next to him. There was something nagging at Orlando, a feeling of...
of fear, but he was just being silly, at least that's what he told himself.
"No, I am sorry, I should have said that it was long ago," Craig said trying to look into
the young man's eyes.
"So tell me," Orlando invited, finding it hard to look at Craig.
"It is difficult for me, I have carried the guilt for a long time. But I shall try."
Author:
mamashopeBeta:
romanabunny my friend and without her I wouldn't have been able to do this.Pairing: Vig/Orlando, Sean/ Ethan
Rating: R
Warning: Strong language and Sexual content.
Disclaimer: So not real, no profit is being made.
Summary: What will happen to poor Orlando now?
Banner By:
teamane You are dear to my heart.The Blood Red Rose.
Part 8/?
Orlando"s dreams came jumbled, confused and frighteningly real.
He was running through the trees once again, feeling as the lower branches would claw
at his face, feeling the sting as the lower branches snapped savagelt and clawed at his face. He once again heard the voices, screaming and cursing at him. He heard the accusations and the blame for all the attacks being put on him.
"Killer! Monster!" the voices screamed loudly as he tried to block them out.
"You. You have killed our children," the voices continued.
"No!" Orlando screamed back, "No, I never, not children, never."
Then he felt himself falling and hitting the ground. He looked around. He was no longer in
the woods. He heard a voice close beside his ear.
"Now we'll show you what we do to monsters such as you, that is after we have a little fun."
he felt hands grab him, ripping at his clothes, tearing them from his body.
"You'll get what you gave to them young ones," the same voice growled and he felt more
hands holding him down. He could hear laughter of several men, they were so close he could
smell the whiskey on their breath. His stomache churned as he realized what they were going
to do to him.
"Please, what have I done?" he cried out. "You know me, have I ever hurt anyone before?"
"Yeah, we knew you Mark, before that creature turned you."
He felt the weight of a body lay on top of his naked form. The pain of penetration ripped through him as the first man took him hard, plunging deep into him.
"No, please.... I never....VIGGO!!!!"
Orlando woke tears mixed with the sweat on his skin. He buried his hands in his face and his shoulders shook with the heaviness of his sobs.
'What the fuck is happening to me?' he tought as the sorrow threatened to consume him.
From somewhere deep inside, Orlando; heard a soft voice speak only one word, 'Sleep',
and his eyes grew heavy. Orlando laid back and feel into sleep once more. Thankfully it was
a deep dreamless sleep.
****
Craig was still on the fire escape watching the young man. The connection was made and now:
Orlando would experience the truth. Craig knew that there was something special about the lad. Viggo watched him far too closely for him to be a mere victim.
'So, Orlando, you are the choosen one? I have to compliment Viggo on his taste. You must dream, my sweet, for Mark has much to say,' he thought sadly as he started his walk home.
****
"You can't do this," David said angrily.
"Chief Wenham, it is already done. Detective Bloom is on suspension aand that is that," Chief
Hill stated.
"You better have a damn good reason," David replied.
"How about insubordination, for a start."
"What? Where do you see that he's been insubordinate?"
"I was questioning him; he walked out before said questions were answered," Hill said looking
the other man in the eyes.
"That's petty. He just lost a friend, someone he cared about. Why are you really doing this?
There's more to it and you damn well know it." David said raising his voice. "Orlando is
one of the best men that I have."
"Bah, he's far too emotional," Hill replied.
"Bullshit. So far I'm not hearing any thing that even remotely resembles a reason," David
challenged.
"David, you are quickly pissing me off. My advice is for you to go home and get some rest.
I have made my decision; I would suggest that you deal with it. I will contact Detective Bloom
myself and notify him of his suspension."
David stormed over to the office door looking back at Chief Hill, he not so calmly said,
"You, sir, are a fucking prick!" he slammed the door as he left.
****
Karl woke up with one hell of a hangover.
'That was so fucking stupid,' he thought chastising himself. He went to grab a glass of water and some asprin. On the way to the kitchen he stopped and grabbed the paper off the porch.
He really didn't want to read it but he would. 'Why the hell did I go out last night,' he wondered
as he held his still pounding head. He opened the paper. Same old shit.
It had been two days since the disappearance of Chief Medical Examiner, Sean Bean; and there
still were no leads. It had been three days since the last murder, Karl was sure that they hadn't
ended. The killer was confident, which either made it bad for the police or bad for the killer
because if he got over confident chances were he would make a mistake.
Karl put the paper on the table and started thinking about the missing medical examiner.
'Okay, Mr. Medical Examiner, where the fuck are you?' he thought as he looked at the
breakfast he had made for himself. His stomach churned, he pushed the plate away deciding
that all he really wanted was his coffee. He sat back and closed his eyes, letting the visions
of last night play through his mind.
The bar had been smoke filled and noisy. Karl had gone there hoping to find one of his
contacts, but the boy hadn't been there. He decided to hang out for awhile in hopes that
maybe he still might show. He went to the bar and ordered a beer; he was once again
lost in thought, when a voice interrupted him.
"Hey, may I buy you another one?" The sultry male voice asked.
Karl looked at the young man standing beside him: tall blond haired and deep brown eyes.
"Sure, thanks," Karl said.
"My names Brian; and you are?"
"Karl. Nice to meet you Brian," he replied as he extended his hand, which the other man
took in a firm grasp.
They had spent the next few hours chatting and flirting. Karl hadn't planned on picking
anyone up, least of all a guy. He hadn't been with a man since college. But this guy was
very attractive. Karl had danced a couple of dances with the other man and when Brian
kissed him softly, Karl knew that he wanted to go home with him.
After they had left the bar and grabbed a hotel room Karl turned to the man and said,
"I, um...I haven't been with a man in a real long time."
Brian pulled him in closer and kissed him and Karl felt any doubt drain right out of him.
"Don't worry," Brian told him with an encouraging smile.
Karl thought about how intense the sex had been, how they had fucked for hours. Brian had
been very inventive with their positions and Karl had come so many times he thought he would
never stop. But eventually Brian had fallen asleep and Karl had left. No note; no goodbye.
He had come home alone, just like always.
"Fuck, why didn't I leave my number?" he asked himself regretfully.
****
David got home and the first thing that he did was call Orlando to give him a heads up.
****
Orlando was mad as hell when he got David's call, but he was even madder when Chief
Hill called.
"Now, Detective Bloom, calm down. Your suspension is only temporary, just until the board
can meet and make its decision."
"I haven't done anything to deserve this," Orlando said the anger sounding clear in his voice.
" I think I am the judge of that. Now you really should calm down, I mean at least it's a paid
suspension," Hill said with a little chuckle. "I will expect your gun and badge to be surrendered
to my office no later than by this afternoon."
"Fine," Orlando said as he slammed down the phone.
****
That evening Orlando decided to go out. The bar named the East street was a familiar place.
On the rare occasions that he got to go out, this was the place he came to. When he arrived
the bar was packed. Kids were dancing to the music that, although loud, was also very good.
Orlando worked his way through the crowd of people and sat at the bar. He ordered his first of what he suspected would be many drinks. He turned once more to the crowd of kids swaying
seductively to the rythm. But that was not what caught his attention, the blue eyes that were
staring at him from across the room were. He had felt like he was being watched and finding
that he was right only unnerved him. The owner of those blue eyes started over toward him.
"Excuse me, Detective Bloom; isn't it?" Orlando heard from the other side of him.
He turned to face the speaker.
"Mr.Urban, how are you?" Orlando asked, some what surprised to see the reporter in a
gay bar.
"Not too bad, but you don't look so hot," he replied.
"Me? No, I'm fine," Orlando lied.
"So, do you mind?" Karl asked as he indicated an empty stool at the bar.
"Please, sit; can I buy you a drink?" Orlando asked as he called the bartender over.
"Thanks," Karl replied with a smile.
The bartender came back with their drinks and Karl looked over at the young detective.
"I didn't know that they gave you guys a night off," he said jokingly.
"Well to be honest," Orlando started. "No, never mind."
"What did they fire you or something?" Karl said with a little chuckle.
"Hmm, something like that."
Karl started to choke on the sip of beer. "What? Fuck, I was only kidding," he said turning
red.
Orlando was half smiling at him. "I know you were. Christ you ok?" he asked with a little
giggle. Karl nodded. "Seriously, they suspended me; but what the fuck, at least it's with pay,"
he finished sarcatically.
"So how many of those you had?" Karl asked as Orlando drained his drink.
"That was my second, but not my last."
Karl fell silent as he watched the young man order a refill. He waited until the bartender
left before he asked,
"So why did they suspend you?"
"Mr. Urban," Orlando started.
"Karl," the other man interrupted.
"Karl, I really don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm not up to talking about it. I do hope
you understand."
"Oh. yeah, right, I'm sorry," he said eyeing the other man as he took a sip of his beer.
Both men became lost in their own silence, which Karl decided it was time to break.
"So, Detective Bloom," Karl said as he turned to face him.
"Orlando, please."
"Right, Orlando then," Karl corrected himself. "Um, would you mind if I ask you a few
questions?"
"I guess not, I'm not sure that I'll be able too tell you much though," Orlando said turning
a little in his chair to face Karl.
Before Karl was able to ask him anything another voice broke in.
"Orlando?" the voice said from behind Orlando.
He turned to see the same blue eyed stranger that had been watching him earlier.
"Yes, I'm Orlando. Do I know you?" Orlando asked.
"No, not really, " the man smiled, "but we have a mutual acquaintance."
"Really? Who might that be?"
"Viggo."
Karl noticed how Orlando's face turned pale at the name.
"Please, Orlando; we really must speak," the new comer begged.
"I don't have anything to say to any friends of his."
"Ah, but I never said that I was his friend. My name is Craig Parker, and I have a little
story that I think you might want to hear."
There was something about this man that intrigued Orlando. He looked at him once again
and gave a soft sigh, that showed he gave up.
"Okay, so talk. I'm all ears."
"Not here, please. Perhaps there is some place a bit quieter?"
"Alright, come on," Orlando said. He turned to Karl, "Listen, Karl; call me tomorrow and
I'll try to answer those questions for you," he said and handed him a card that he had quickly jotted his number on."
Karl watched as the two men worked their way through the crowd. Something about that
Craig guy had bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on what, but he knew that when he
had joined their conversation he had gotten the chills.
****
Sean woke up. His body ached and his mind raged with confusion. A hunger burned inside
of him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He was shaking and sweating at the same time.
"Sean?" Ethan said from beside him.
"Don't touch me," Sean said moving across the bed to get away from the other man's touch.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he yelled.
"Sean, please, calm down, love. I will try to explain," Ethan said as he moved slowly toward
Sean.
"No, I said not to touch me," Sean said as he scrambled even farther out of Ethan's reach.
Suddenly Sean cried out as an unbearable pain ripped through him. He fell on the floor, his
body writhing from the pain.
"Okay, sweetheart, you have to listen to me. I can help you but you have to let me, baby.
Sean, damnit, listen to the sound of my voice. Hear nothing but me,baby. You have to feed,
Sean. I have the food that you need, come on, baby please."
"Fuck, it bloody hurts," Sean sobbed as the other man came to his side and gently helped
him back to his feet. He turned into the arms he felt embrace him.
"Shh, I know baby, I know," Ethan said as he soothed the sobbing man. " Come with me,
let's get you back to bed."
Sean allowed himself to be led to the bed, holding on to Ethan as if his life depended on not
letting go. Ethan laid him down and tried to grab the blanket to cover his shivering form, but
Sean held on tighter.
"It's alright, I'm not going to leave you. I have to get the blankets, you need to keep warm,"
he explained kissing his lover's lips. Sean let go, but never took his eyes off of him.
He returned with a couple more blankets and then climbed in to the bed next to Sean.
"Ethan, please, tell me what have you done to me?" Sean asked his green eyes begging
for an answer.
"Soon, baby, I promise you I will tell you everything, but first you need to feed."
"Feed?" Sean asked softly.
"Yes, that is what is causing the pain you are experiencing. Sean, if you don't feed soon,
you'll start to enter into what we call the mind darkness," Ethan explained.
"What is that?" Sean asked, but before Ethan could answer another bout of pain ripped
at Sean's body.
"Not now, baby," Ethan said as he held Sean. "Come up here," he added after the pain had passed, encouraging Sean to go up toward the head board. He made Sean sit back while he
prepared. He grabbed some extra pillows and stacked the against them headboard, climbing
back in next to Sean, he held his hand out to him. Sean looked at the hand and slowly placed
his hand in it.
"That's right, Sean; now come over here between my knees. I want you to know what I offer
you."
Sean watched as Ethan ran a finger nail across his chest. His eyes flew to Ethan's as crimson
liquid started to trickle down Ethan's chest.
"Come Sean, taste the elixir that shall heal you," Ethan invited.
Sean pulled back, "Are you insane, I can't."
"Sean the blood that I offer is your only hope. I didn't understand what it was like to turn
a human, you are my first. But I am responsible for you. I want to help you, baby, please,"
Ethan said softly.
Sean found his eyes drawn to the blood that still trickled from above Ethan's heart. He felt
the pain once again as it surged through him. Ethan grabbed him and pulled him closer.
"Now, lover, you have no choice. I will not let anything happen to you," Ethan said as he
took Sean's hand and placed his fingers in the blood.
"Now taste," he told the other man.
Sean looked at the blood on his fingers, his hunger was so out of control. He didn't want
this, but he lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted. Sweet, salty, but so good, it worked it's
way over his taste buds.
Ethan pulled him in against his chest "Feed, my love," he whispered against Sean's hair.
At those words Sean lost all control and fell hungrily on the offered food. Sucking and licking at the blood.
"This is the final step, Sean. Feeding from the one that turned you. Now we will be one.
I will never let anything happen to you," he promised with a moan as Sean sucked deeper
of the essence of his lover. Ethan smiled warmly as his lover gave into the desire of his new
existence.
****
"Orlando are you sure that you wish to speak here?" Craig asked as the other man was
unlocking the apartment door.
"Yeah, it's quiet, no interruptions," Orlando stated.
"As you wish," Craig replied with a smile.
If Orlando had been listening he might have heard the warning bells ringing in his head.
But he allowed Craig to enter his home.
"Can I offer you something, coffee or tea," Orlando asked.
"Tea please," Craig answered.
He followed Orlando and took off his coat. Orlando noticed the very fit form in frontof him.
Craig was just a bit taller than him. The blue eyes and dark hair made a nice contrast with
his reather pale complexion. He turned away when Craig noticed the observation. He went
in and made the tea.
"Please, have a seat," Orlando invited indicating a chair at the table.
"Thank you," Craig replied as he sat down and watched the young man.
As Orlando returned with the two cups of tea, he started the conversation.
"So, Mr. Parker; how do you know Viggo?"
"It's Craig, and Viggo killed my brother," he stated firmly.
"Really? I don't remember any of the vics having the last name of Parker," Orlando said
as he watched the man next to him. There was something nagging at Orlando, a feeling of...
of fear, but he was just being silly, at least that's what he told himself.
"No, I am sorry, I should have said that it was long ago," Craig said trying to look into
the young man's eyes.
"So tell me," Orlando invited, finding it hard to look at Craig.
"It is difficult for me, I have carried the guilt for a long time. But I shall try."
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Date: 2006-03-01 02:17 am (UTC)Looking forward to the next part.
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Date: 2006-03-01 04:04 am (UTC)Very good question. The next chapter should be done soon.
Craig is still challenging my muses, so not real sure where he will lead them.
thanks for the fb, and for continuing to read.
hugs.
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Date: 2006-03-01 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-01 04:01 am (UTC)hugs.
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Date: 2006-03-01 12:18 pm (UTC)*bounce* everyone has agendas and secret motives and it gets so complicated so quickly, yet your descriptions remain simple and elegant. keep it up!! you're making an amazing story here...
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Date: 2006-03-01 04:43 pm (UTC)Thank you for you kind words. I am really enjoying writting this, though Craig is a bit demanding. Amazing Story...(Beams) wow. thank you again your fb means so much to me.
loves and hugs.
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Date: 2006-03-01 07:08 pm (UTC)I'm so in love with this fic, I am all *squee* *bounce bounce* *love* for the return of Karl! YAY!
love you hon!
Romana xx
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Date: 2006-03-01 07:16 pm (UTC)Thank you for being the worlds most patient beta. You are also the only one to catch my reference to Dracula (BRAVO). Watch for more perils concerning Karl...the muses are singing.
loves and hugs you squishy tight.
ps Beth is so glad that you two friended on my space.
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Date: 2006-03-01 08:55 pm (UTC)"You, sir, are a fucking prick!" he slammed the door as he left.
I still love that! LOL
My patience is a virtue rewarded by the fact I get to read this first! booyah!
Beth is such a darling! She's being an amazing help to me, since I am quite retarded concerning new technology!
*loves you all to bits*
Romana x
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:35 pm (UTC)"You, sir, are a fucking prick!" he slammed the door as he left.
I had told Beth when I wrote this part that it would be your favorite,lol.
See I do know you.
loves ya
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Date: 2006-03-02 12:07 am (UTC)*flounces off to check MSN*
*squees over said email....GUH!!!*
I'll have it back to you by Friday latest... I'm off work tomorrow you see, I may even get some of my 'to do' list things done! I have been so lazy!
*squishes you with the love*
Romana x