Title: The Other Side
Author(s): Natasha
Fandom: The Hollows, Rachel Morgan, series by Kim Harrison
Characters: Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood,
Genre: Drama, angst, romance
Word Count: 3,634 Total
Summary: Ivy's pov. After taking Glenn to Piscary's the previous night to ask about the witch hunter murders. Piscary has given Ivy an ultimatum make Rachel your shadow or he will deal with Rachel.
Disclaimer: All characters, and the universe that they go with belong to Kim Harrison. No infringement is intended.
Spoilers: The good the bad and the undead.
Notes: The story takes place in chapter twelve and thirteen of the good the bad and the undead but from Ivy's point of view I want to show why ivy pushes Rachel so far and just what Rachel saying no meant to her. P.s this is my first attempt. I would appreciate feedback on whether or not the story worked, what I got right and most importantly what I didn't so I know what to do if there's ever a next time. Thanks and hope you enjoy
My Bike purred to me as I flowed through the traffic. God but I wished I could have kept my dear heart from Piscary. He knew the truth now, that she wasn't mine, maybe even knew that I looked to her now. Maybe if I had just explained to her why she couldn't - no I would have just looked even weaker to her, I have to be strong enough to deserve her love. Besides it would have just pissed her off. A smile played across my face as I thought of my dear heart angry her blood seems to boil in her veins and her face flushes it's so hard not to kiss her when she's mad.
Perhaps the knowledge would have scared her instead. Either way I would have lost her, anger would have had her confronting Piscary and he would have killed her or bound her and fear would have made her run just as she did now whenever I looked at her with desire.
No my decision was the right one Piscary hadn't hurt her. Although the threat was there, I had gained us more time. My stomach threatened to rebel as images of my 'negotiations' flitted across my mind. Pulling the bike to the side of the road I tried to get myself under control as revulsion crawled across my skin. I had always wondered was everyone like this? Doing what they needed to even enjoying it until they're alone only then the revulsion and guilt hitting them or was it a survival mechanism born of Piscary's attentions. I knew the monster inside glorying in the memories and actions was mine alone or at least only shared by other living vamps.
I shook my head trying to clear it I had to focus I had to plan what to do with the time Piscary had granted me he wouldn't be so generous again. Panic flooded my system at the thought driving my heartbeat faster and my pupils wide. No matter what I will protect her, I will, I can do this for her. I kept repeating it to myself it had been my mantra for months now and I felt my panic subside somewhat at the truth of my words my dear heart would be fine. Pulling back into the traffic the wind trying to steal my hair from me I headed for home.
Pushing open the beautiful oak door I stepped into the sanctuary, breathing deeply I was disappointed when the fresh sent of Rachel I was hoping for was denied me. Padding softly through the church I listened for the sound of my dear heart and found it beating softly in the back garden. Sighing deeply I felt my shoulders relax slightly, Piscary hadn't used our meeting as a way to kill her while I was...distracted she had been with the FIB but if Piscary was determined to kill her it would make little difference.
The coffee machine was off and the grounds needed changing smiling trying convince myself everything was fine I carried out what I considered to be my job. After security, coffee was what Rachel needed most and it made me feel better that I could provide her coffee fix for her just like any best friend.
Sitting down to wait for the coffee I let my mind wander to possible solutions. The boom of the back door had me jumping from my seat and moving to the door at full speed, I pulled myself to a halt as I took in the sight before me. My dear heart was stunning. She stood there in the doorway the sunlight behind her making her glow and wreathed in anger. The guilt, revulsion and fear melted away, the sent of her soothing me and the sight of her replacing them with arousal and love.
She blinked at me owlishly and I knew my use of vampire speed had unnerved her again. "Hey you ok?" the stench of humanity and gasoline hung on her and I knew she had taken the bus, something guaranteed to irritate her though not this much. "Yeah. Just the bus" I would have let her know what I thought of her answer perhaps raised an eyebrow and enjoyed the look of envy and desire she would give me and pretend to myself it was for me and not for an ability she didn't have. But her face made that adorable little scrunch and nose wiggle before I could and I briefly and selfishly hoped she never got a car just so I could see that look again. "Sorry I didn't mean to open the door with quite so much force" she said walking past me to the coffee machine, cocking her hip and staring down at it as if she could will it to be ready. "You want to spar?" I asked.
I know I shouldn't, god I know I shouldn't but our sessions are the highlight of my week. I even dream about then although they never ended the way they do in my dreams with her screaming for me and the taste of her most intimate juices coating my tongue. Hope that my dreams might become reality wasn't why I asked though I need to know if she is ready we had had all the time Piscary would give us, if we had to stand against him could my dear heart stand with me?
