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07 December 2010 @ 11:59 pm
Blood Ties Fic: Drained  
Written for varietypack100 Multi-Fandom Challenge
Emma DeMarais VarietyPack100 Prompt Table
Crossposted to bloodtiesfic

Title: Drained
Pairing/Characters: Henry/Vicki
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: Prompt - Colourless
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

The night air is wrong: hot, palpably hot, and so laden with humidity it defies gravity by not breaking into rain.

Vicki tosses and turns, alternately throwing off her sheet and drawing it back - self conscious about sleeping in the nude with open windows. She knows what kind of perverts - and other weird things - are out there.

It feels like hours since she took a cooling shower even if it was only forty minutes. A night like this she should be on the street, busting heat-crazy idiots with Mike. Everyone goes a little nuts in a heatwave so cops have their hands full right now.

Only she's not a cop anymore and she can't see in the dark like she used to.

Cursing - the heat as much as her eyesight - she rolls over again, punching the pillow into submission with a few frustrated fists with little power behind them. The heat has drained her, sapped her energy, leaving her listless and useless.

Letting out a huff she flops onto her back, limbs splayed out over the sweat damp sheets.

She needs a case.

At least that way she'd be too busy to notice how uncomfortable she is.

The air shifts, cools, brings with it graveyard shivers and she clutches her sheet to her even as she surrenders to the respite the break in the heat brings.

And then the temperature shifts again when a second body enters her bed.

A hushed whisper shushes her protests as cool confident hands deliver pleasure, heating her back up in the best way possible.

The knowing touches, the slide inside that steals her breath... Her body is the instrument and it's being played pitch perfect.

Just as she reaches her crescendo, Henry's fangs sink into her. Her eyes fly open as he drains her blood, replacing it with a searing fire that starts low in her belly and sets her whole body alight as she cries out into the empty night with a last gasping breath.

The next morning she stumbles to the bathroom, flicks on the light and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Two puncture wounds, marred with blood stand out stark against her colorless skin.

She's not just deathly pale.

She's dead.

Like Henry.

Vicki bolts awake in her bed, even more drenched in sweat then when she drifted off and discovers her phone buzzing with a new text.

Scrabbling for it, she nearly knocks it over, the vision of her nightmare still fresh in her mind.

It's from him.

"Are you up for a bite?" it reads.

Vicki all but throws the phone aside.

She'll tell him later she slept through the text, didn't see it.

He'll know she's lying.

Just not why.

That, she'll never tell.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 11th, 2010 07:55 am (UTC)
Apologies for the bad pun in the first sentence. I couldn't help myself. ;-)


Emma DeMarais
devohoneybee: oncoming stormdevohoneybee on December 11th, 2010 02:08 pm (UTC)
pretty darn hot. *grin*
melissima: Henry yummy by <lj user=scandalouslymoi>melissima on December 11th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC)
I just have to take a minute to tell you, I love it when you write Vicki. And I love it when you write dreams.

I am so the typical insatiable reader, too. I love this, I've read it three times since last night, and still I want to go, MOAR! MOAR PLZ NAO?

Karen: bt love hurtsbyrons_brain on December 11th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
Love it!
fkforever on December 12th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
Great Short Story.
https://me.yahoo.com/felicitas.roxel#1fb02 on December 12th, 2010 09:22 pm (UTC)
The first sentence put a smile on my face and the following left me grinning. Good stuff!! --Felicitas
cjm86cjm86 on January 26th, 2011 07:06 am (UTC)
Thank you for giving me my Blood Ties fix?