Moonlight – Virtual Season 2
Episode Fourteen – Lifting the Veil
Rating: M/NC17
Writer: Evilous (with the collaboration of the group)
Beta'd: Writers Group
VS2 Writers Group includes Candomom, ClChen, Conni4, Evilous, Misfit, Mx wwmickd, Night Owl, Phantom Phoenix, Photosue and Sunny.
With special thanks to Sun's grandma for correcting our Deutsch.
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Haze blanketed the night sky over LA and the moon shone with a dim haloed light over the patio near Josef's pool. Simone turned slightly from the view to accept the glass Josef pressed into her hand. "So how was Alaska? Did you discover anything new?"
New? Josef sipped his scotch thoughtfully before he answered. "No, not anything necessarily new, although the Legion followers are probably still licking their wounds." He gave her a little smile. "I think Mick and Oscar made them regret their visit to the land of the midnight sun." He stepped closer to push Simone's hair back from her shoulder, letting his hand linger near her cheek. "Of course, I had to step in to help."
"Of course you did." Simone rubbed her cheek against his hand, trying not to smile at his subtle bragging. "And Beth? How is she?"
"She's…" Josef hesitated, considering Beth's part in the running fight and her teary emotional state as she boarded the fishing boat to nowhere. "She's a fighter, that one. The whole situation is hard on her, but she's doing… alright." He quickly masked the twinge of guilt he felt at the white lie. Beth might have been all right during the brief reunion time she and Mick had shared but the heartbroken, blonde waif that left on the little boat was far from okay. "I made sure she and Mick had time alone."
"I can't imagine how she must feel." Simone was becoming distracted by Josef's gaze and the brush of his thumb against her lips. "Mick hardly said a word to me when I passed him on his way out. He's obviously not happy with you."
"He'll get over it." Josef barely shrugged, dismissing Mick's present feelings for him. "He knows we're doing what's best for Beth and for him."
"I'm sure he does, but the separation still has to be really hard for both of them." Simone glanced away toward the city lights. "He loves her, Josef."
"I know he does." Josef took her drink from her hand and set both glasses down before pulling her into his arms. "But he has to let me… us, do what needs to be done. The sooner he accepts that fact, the better."
"Right." Simone shook her head, disagreeing with a smile. "When I asked him how the trip went, he mumbled something about you and polar bears and… penguins. Do you want to explain that?"
"No." Josef gave her a quick kiss. "I've got better things to discuss with you than snack foods." He didn't give her a chance to disagree as he proceeded to show her how much he'd missed her.
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He couldn't die, but the main reason why Gabriel still smoked long after death was the way the white smoke from his cigarette would become part of the night's heavy air. He liked watching it, especially when guarding the gate from the outsiders.
His attention was suddenly drawn to the odd couple approaching the gate to their city. One last drag and he started towards them.
"Looking for something?"
Oscar pointed with his head in the general direction of the underground city gate.
Gabriel looked to both sides before answering him in imperceptible vampire tones. "Do you have permission?"
"JK LA", Oscar answered in the same tones.
Gabriel accepted the reference and spoke in a normal tone for the human hear, too. "Follow me, please."
Their guide was a strange man - vampire, Beth corrected herself. Paler than the usual, he seemed overly dressed for the place they were entering. He tried to be polite and start some conversation, but his actions seemed condescending to her, almost as if she were a delicate doll that could break at any moment.
Gabriel accepted the reference and spoke in a normal tone so the human could hear, too. "Kommen Sie mit mir, bitte." "Follow me, please."
Speaking to Oscar, he continued, "Sie ist schön aber seit wann betrueen Sie Menschen?" She's pretty but since when do you babysit humans?
Oscar actually showed enough teeth that he could be said to smile, "Kapitalismus, Kamerad, ist was wunderbares – ich werde gut gezahlt." Capitalism, Comrade is a wonderful thing, I'm well paid.
Gabriell snorted his agreement, "Korrekt, und viel besser um sich zu kümmern um Atombombe." Correct. and much more attractive then guarding atomic bombs.
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Perpetual coolness is the vampire's curse - even when hiding in the gutters.
Like bats, the ones living under the city of Berlin would cross the dark tunnels with an innate sense of direction. The deeper levels used to be the place where the Communist East met the Capitalist West. A place of betrayal and commerce. Like rats, we gather where the food was easier to find; and now in the 21st century where the wireless signal was stronger.
Small islands of high technology apparatus and light. The somber tunnels of the forgotten underground. Vampires from different classes and possessions divide the human unfriendly space, if not democratically, at least civilized enough. There is room for all kind of businesses and styles underground. Hidden from the daylight and prying human eyes, behind columns and old brick walls, vampires rule the entire city-like environment.
They have their own police and justice here; faster and harsher then the one practiced above them in the city. Anyone who mentions this place is condemned to death, anyone who would bring food and not take care of it afterwards as well. Being outside is fine, never being followed is primordial.
Darkness and light are used in our vampires - we never cross with the underground creatures, never touch fetid walls or step on the stale water from previous rains.
Oscar shook off these sentimental thoughts, the time when this was home.
Gabriel led them to a small apartment that had served as a maintenance room for one of the metro stops a long time ago. Two single beds and one couch that had seen better days where the only options. To the left, the unused bathroom reeked of mold, yet it was apparently clean.
"Comfy?" Gabriel asked the human with a hint of humor.
"Completely", Beth answered, not amused.
"Just for a night, Beth. You know the rules, right?", Oscar asked.
"Never, never say anything about this place to anyone." Gabriel completed Oscar's warning, trying to make it not sound like the threat that it was.
Beth nodded. At her current level of tiredness, she would agree that Santa Claus hid here if they would just stop talking and allow her to rest.
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They were driving again, the states or maybe Canada, Beth didn't know. Riding in the back of a car jostling with every turn and bump made it hard for Beth to find any sleep. Finding any comfort in sleep was hard enough without Mick, being so far from home, not knowing what was happening; but trying to sleep like this didn't help.
Beth had become accustomed to the night more so than before; almost the opposite of BC, giving her all the highs of vampire life, now she felt all the lows. Spending so much time away from the sun, hiding in the dark had made her paler than before, the sun even began to hurt her eyes when forced into it.
Beth was helping Oscar find his meals, looking for drunks passed out in alleys, hookers down for anything if you're willing to pay. While she kept her eye out for his dinner he still found it hard to remember that Beth needed to eat. Reminding Oscar of her other needs was getting tiring as well. Having to ask to stop for rest rooms, have a drink or meal, she felt like a child on a road trip. If he told her to pee in a bottle it was over, you had to draw a line somewhere.
Tonight was just another day, since being forced once again to leave Mick she found herself having to fight just to keep moving. Getting mad didn't seem to work, no matter how much liquor Oscar gave her or how many things she learned about vampires it didn't matter all she felt was emptiness.
Spotting a hooker or low life scum bag was beginning to be too easy for her. Hanging out in bars at night, or locked in a cheap pay by the hour motel for some rest; always moving. Having had enough of trying to sleep for the time, Beth turned to face her lovely conversationalist and personal body guard, his constant stony appearance present as always.
"We need to stop." She informed him in a voice empty of her usual curiosity and life.
Oscar glanced into the rear view mirror for a brief second, "We have more ground to cover."
Growing tired of his constant disregard for her needs Beth sat close to his seat her voice full of malice, "I don't give a damn. I still have to eat and pee. I help you find your drunks and hookers, watch you eat. You can at least pull over for 30 minutes."
Looking at his watch, Oscar realized it had been over 7 hours since they last stopped; at least at a place that had sanitary conditions. So focused on their security he forgot her needs were more frequent than his. Since leaving Mick back in Alaska she had been much quieter than normal, she did what he said when he said no argument; sometimes it made his job easier others more often than not he forgot she had needs she was so quiet.
When they first started out on this mission she always had something to say about where they were going, questions about his life, vampires in general, anything she never seemed to shut up making her feelings and needs well known; now… nothing.
Deciding she was right he quickly pulled into the closest place he could find that looked safe enough.
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It's late afternoon and Ben is in his office. His mind keeps circling back to his encounter with Myra, as he goes over the latest case to cross his desk. The victim is a 15 year old female runaway, cause of death is a bullet through the heart but the bite mark on her neck points directly to vampire involvement. Ben unconsciously rubs the bite mark still healing on his chest. How am I supposed to steer this away from vampires when it is so blatant?
He looks up to see Mick standing in the door of his office. He motions for Mick to come in.
Mick takes a seat across from Ben. "You sounded pretty cryptic on the phone."
Ben thumps the file down in front of him. "Any ideas on why this dead runway has a bite mark on her neck?"
Mick runs a hand down his face, Leo. "Actually yes, but let me handle it."
Ben quirks an eyebrow questioning Mick, "And how am I going to explain this away?"
Mick stands and moves for the door but turns at the last minute to smirk at Ben, "I'll let you know," and with that he is gone.
Ben threw down his pen. "Shit! We're supposed to be working together."
He didn't notice that Jackie had sauntered into his office. "Problems?"
Ben closed the file. "Just very few leads."
Jackie smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "Isn't that always the way. I noticed wonder girl's boy toy leaving, is she expected back anytime soon?"
Ben had started packing up his files for the night. "No word, she did say it was an indefinite leave of absence," he snarked. Jackie just nodded, "Ok… ok." Ben crossed his arms looking at her pointedly. "What do you want Jackie?"
Jackie turned to leave but tossed back over her shoulder, "Since we used to be on the same team, just a friendly heads up… the lack of closed cases is beginning to be noticed," with that she left. They'd been closer than just team members. They'd gone out a more than few times, hitting it off, finding time to be together. Even though Jackie's full time job, full time mother made scheduling difficult. Then what! The vampire hunters, sicced a vampire on him and he couldn't get over being bitten. Ben slammed his briefcase shut and braced himself on the desk. "Friendly my ass," Talbot stopped before he cursed her, she just wanted justice. Once upon a time, so did him.
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Blending, hats had become a regular part of the wardrobe; Oscar had tried to get her to ditch Mick's jacket, this she fought to keep. It was the only thing she had of his, that and the cheap plastic ring he got her when they were a case, before this mess started; when their problems were simple things like the need for a bed at his place. Beth decided it was time to take the disguise further, her signature blonde locks were easy to spot when hiding in the dark; she decided to change that temporarily.
Having Oscar stop in the store and buy some temporary hair color made the clerk look strangely at him and his bald head. Beth finished rinsing the residue from her hair looking into the mirror at the new her, "Goth Beth," with solid black hair. A change for sure. She almost didn't recognize herself, although frequently she saw a stranger in the mirror with each passing day with or without a new hair color. Finishing up her changes she popped in a pair of color contacts hiding her natural blue for brown; slipping on baggy boys clothes keeping Mick's jacket she walked out of the run down bathroom to see what Oscar thought of her new disguise.
The look of shock on his face almost made her smile, she was getting better at this if she could shock him. Taking the beanie she pulled her hair up under it pulling it low slipping on some shades she looked like an Emo band wannabe.
Oscar knew she was suffering, he had been trying to deal with her the best he could but he was not trained to handle an emotional human. His best guess was she was suffering post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), all he could do was try and remember her basic needs while he kept her safe. She had given up the constant barrage of questions about his past, how he knew Josef, what was going on with the Legion, vampires in general, she just stopped talking.
Now in St. Louis, they were going to find somewhere for Beth to sleep and him to grab a quick meal before moving on. Oscar planned to head to Tulsa Oklahoma to look up an old vampire he knew and respected years ago; someone he could trust. They had fought together before and Oscar knew he had no political ties and a reputation back in the day for going against authority just to prove no one owned him.
"I saw a good spot on the way to the drug store, had a bunch of good candidates. Most of them should be drunk off their ass in about another hour, should be an easy score." The coldness in her voice almost disturbed him but at this point there was nothing he could do.
"Good, let's get you some food. There was Chinese, Italian, and fast food on the way in the choice is yours." Oscar hoped that giving her a choice instead of just taking her to one of them would give her something, she would have a choice for once even if it was something unimportant.
"I don't care." Oscar released breath giving up, he needed to feed.
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It would be Mick calling. Logan was running low on supplies and Guillermo was two days late. He answered his phone with a groan.
"I need your help."
"Sure… you still making drops for G?" Logan asked, hopeful.
"Uh… Not today." Mick toyed with the mysterious device in his pocket.
"Well, it's gonna take me awhile to get up in the hills today…"
"No… my place in the city"
"Oh…" Logan realized this was a top secret kind of 'help' for Mick, something not trusted to the mansion. Everyone knows that the loft would be the last place to find Mick. "I can be there in twenty minutes…"
Mick closed his phone and looked at his watch. He looked around his parking garage as he sat in the Ford Escort he had borrowed from a freshie. He had no desire to enter the loft alone, he could wait for Logan.
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Logan pulled up next to the light blue Ford Escort. Mick was leaning against the driver side door, his arms crossed. Neither spoke as they walked to the elevator, remaining silent until they entered the loft. At the threshold of the door Mick stood his eyes half closed, a look of pain on his face. Logan waited patiently behind him, for the mood pass. A moment later, Mick led them to the office closing the door that adjoined the loft.
"I need you to look at this," Mick pulled the device out of his pocket and handed it to Logan.
"Where did you get this?" He sat down, excitedly looking over the device.
"Alaska."
"Whoa, this is…. Cool."
Mick sat down next to him, "I think they were using it to communicate, so we couldn't hear them. But I can't get it to work..."
Logan studied the mass of fine tangled wires and the small electronic devices attached, "It doesn't appear to be damaged…." He began mumbling to himself and moved to sit behind Mick's desk.
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The sun had not quite set when Carmen was shown into Josef's office. With a snap of his fingers the office emptied, leaving only him and Carmen together. Carmen smirked as she took a seat. "You enjoy that way too much, Josef."
He poured to two tumblers of scotch handing one to Carmen. Giving her his impish grin, "Well when you've been around as long as I have it's the little things in life," he snarked. Carmen chuckled before taking a sip of her drink.
"So any new findings regarding the bombings?" Josef asked as he took a seat back behind his desk.
Carmen shrugged, "Nothing substantial."
Josef continued, "Legion activity here in L.A.?" Carmen took another sip of her drink, "From what we can gather it appears they are now targeting blood sources in the sex trades. Talbot's got a case right. A runaway was used as a shield by the vamp that was feeding on her."
Josef shook his head and downed the rest of his scotch. "We need to ensure he spins that case so we are not suspected."
Carmen nodded. "It looks like he is being pressured from both sides on this one."
Josef moved to refill their drinks. "With Oscar off the radar there is no way to gauge Legion movement around him," he stated disgustedly.
"Oscar knows what he's doing. Keep posting in the Financial Times, it will throw the Legion off. If Oscar needs help he'll contact us," she reassured him. Josef studied the liquid in his glass before knocking it back.
Carmen rose setting her glass on his desk and made for the door. "Josef," she threw back at him with a look over her shoulder as she walked out. "You just don't like when you're not completely in control."
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Beth could tell Oscar was worried about her, or worried about what Mick might do to him if he brought her home in one piece but catatonic. He started talking to her, trying to engage her into some sort of conversation, inviting her to ask questions. She heard all he said, but never showed much recognition, answering questions as briefly as possible.
Oscar mentioned going to Tulsa and hiding out with an old friend of his for a couple days. More than one night in the same place never happened. They were always moving, the thought of an entire day without travel brightened her spirits slightly. She found herself wanting to know more for the first time since leaving Mick in Alaska.
"Who is your friend? Was he someone famous some centuries ago?"
Oscar smiled at the sound of her voice, she even got out two questions. "TJ hates authority, hates people telling him what he's supposed to do.
"Really, wow, TJ sounds like a good old boy." Beth was paying more attention now.
Oscar went on to tell her about 'vamp'. "The last time I saw him was in the 70's."
"I bet you vampires loved the hippies," Oscar did a double take did Beth just crack a joke.
"Depends on the vampire, I guess. We should be there in a few hours do you need to stop for anything?"
Beth felt her stomach growl and looked at Oscar, "A pit stop would be nice."
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With Beth needs taken care of she had fallen asleep in the backseat for the rest of the ride. Oscar monitored her heart rate and noticed she didn't jump like she had every other time she slept, probably the best sleep she had since the night in the hotel with Mick.
Oscar reached in the back seat and woke Beth. She sat up quickly, "It's just me. We're here."
Beth nodded, rubbing her eyes and donning her cap beanie once more, slipping Mick's jacket which had served as her blanket back on. Beth looked around. Big surprise it's pitch black. It looks like every other place we've had been. Oscar pulled her towards an alley way and knocked on a large wood door.
After a moment of waiting the door opened and Oscar pulled Beth through, keeping her close at his side. A woman in a ragged tank top was standing just inside the door locking it quickly behind them; she looked tired and Beth could see the multiple puncture wounds on her neck and arms. She assumed the woman must be a freshie, although clearly not top shelf like the ones Josef hired.
Beth stayed close by his side as he always demanded. They made their way down the dark hallway, You'd think even vampires would turn on a light Beth mused to herself. When they reached the doorway at the end of the hall there was just enough light for Beth to catch Oscar doing the vamp sniffy thing.
"What is it?" The way he squinted his nose Beth felt they might be leaving sooner than expected.
"Stay behind me."
Beth didn't argue with his command and stepped behind him. Oscar opened the door which was full of light and music, 'orgy music', Beth could see little children not even 11 years old sitting inside the room.
"So… the name is Oscar now… my friend, it's been ages." Vamp sniffs the air looking around Oscar to Beth, "I see you brought a snack."
"She's not a snack, this one is under my guard."
Beth tried to focus on calming her heart but the thought of this vampire thinking of her as a snack was not comforting. Oscar stepped forward towards his former friend taking in the scents in the room, disgust washing over his face. This was not the friend he knew long ago.
"I came to collect on a debt, we seek food and shelter for a night or two."
TJ looked over Oscar for a moment before waving his hand around the room, "Make yourself at home. I always repay my debts." Snapping his fingers two of the women seated beside his seat jumped up, "They'll show you to your quarters."
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It was the kind of question he could have asked Beth to research, Ben Talbot thought for the umpteenth time. How many prostitutes, runaways and the homeless had been attacked or killed in the past decade? Were the numbers higher now that the Legion was attacking these vulnerable populations that some vampires fed on?
He only had Mick's word that the vampire nation frowned on killing the food. The cost of covering up accidental killings was beyond the means of any vampire who fed on the homeless. Was this how Beth felt, a single human in a vampire world… keeping vampire secrets…
Talbot picked up the phone "Carl."
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"Yeah, I know you're busy."
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"Can you find out if the recent shootings… prostitutes and runaways is usual? I know Carl, it's always too many…"
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It was late, but Ben knew he couldn't sleep even if he did go home. He'd changed into jeans and a T-shirt. Talbot sat in a booth in the motel bar, drinking a cheap gin martini. Across the empty pool, he could see a brisk business taking place between prostitutes and their clients. Are any of the "johns" vampires? Ben thought, watching as the doors to cheap rooms opened and closed.
It wasn't even a blink and there was Mick sitting across from Talbot in the booth.
"Well, Superman Mick, so you thought that you'd leave the fortress of solitude and drink with the mortals."
"It's better than drinking alone…" Talbot lifts his eyebrows at that last remark… Mick looks more presentable and he hasn't been stinking of scotch, like he had the last few times they've met.
"You're on the wagon…"
"You might say that… so why'd you want to meet. Don't tell me you have insomnia."
"If I go to sleep I dream… of vampires"
"Hot stuff…"
"Yeah… I keep wondering what more… would have been like. I also wonder if more would have been like Emma and Dominique. The human ends up dead."
"Where's this going Ben?"
"I'm having a hard time keeping the runaway shooting buried. ADA Benavides sees a sexual predator even though there is no evidence."
"Other than a couple of puncture wounds and you want to know if that's sexual? If the human is conscious… yes; if the vamp uses allure… some humans like it."
"The kid's blood alcohol was high enough to be unconscious… almost acute alcohol poisoning."
"I can guess… and that's all it is, a guess that it wasn't sexual. Are you still willing to help us?"
There's no easy way to tell what is right and wrong here, Ben thought, [/i]humans feeding vampires is a victimless crime, until someone is hurt… so who is hurting who.[/i] "It's hard to tell the good guys from the bad guys."
Mick stares at Talbot, who holds his glance. It's Mick that looks away, thinking of the humans he's killed recently. "No human should die to feed us." Why am I fighting this war, Mick asks himself, am I fighting for vampires to live or am I fighting for Beth.
"What have you got?" asks Talbot.
"I found something in Alaska."
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Mick discusses possible ways of tracking the Legion when he senses Katherine enter the bar. Ben follows Mick's glance, Simmons? Yes, Katherine, watching her walk up to the table. Katherine smiled at Mick and he returned her a lop sided grin, "Katherine what brings you in to this fine establishment."
She chuckled, "One of my students works here and guilted me into coming in." Mick just shook his head, Katherine knew this was a mixed human/vampire establishment and was checking on the safety of her student.
Katherine turned her attention to Ben. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Talbot."
Ben gave her a boyish smile. "Likewise, Ms. Simmons." Both were a bit awkward. Their last meeting had been under less than ideal circumstances. Katherine remembered how warm and understanding he had been when he took her statement. Ben was seeing her with different eyes this night, she was no longer a recovering kidnap victim but a beautiful alluring woman.
If Katherine could she would have blushed under Ben's hungry gaze. "Well… I better go find Heidi before she thinks I stood her up."
Ben watched her with appreciation as she moved away from the table. When Ben turned back Mick was sitting back with his arms folded across his chest, one eyebrow cocked. Ben just smirked, downing the rest of his martini. "What? She's a beautiful woman."
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