AN- Just a little AU fun that I meant to finish for Halloween but have had an unexpectedly busy week. This was partly inspired by the song "Howl" by Florence And The Machine. Love it!
I will be updating "Everything and Nothing" tomorrow, for those of you reading that. Thanks.
Maura ran.
Her bare feet thudding in time with her pounding heart beat, as she crossed the dirt covered ground, in too much haste to avoid the occasional twig or stone in her path, they cut sharply into her skin as the delicate and unhardened soles of her feet made their escape.
Maura threw a glance over her shoulder into the darkness, she saw nothing but felt the presence closing in on her, unhurried, advancing. Her hair whipped against her cheeks as she turned and lost her footing on a large rock, stumbling but not quite hitting the ground. Maura gathered herself up again and held her flowing gown in both her hands, lifting the hem from where it hung loosely around her ankles.
Maura could see the edge of the grave yard, the outline of the large wrought iron gates just visible in the light of the large moon that seemed to occupy the only clear spot in the thick night sky.
As the Doctor reached the gates she stumbled once again, seemingly over nothing, this time her foot hitting hard against the dusty ground, she fell heavily to her knees. Maura gasped and felt the dust coat the inside of her open mouth.
The shadow of a figure now rose up in front of her, blocking the moon and covering her in darkness, yet this was not the materialization of the threat she had felt from behind. She knew instinctively. Maura looked up toward the newcomer and saw only the sharp outline of a person behind an outstretched hand.
Maura studied the open, upturned palm, the detail, the lines, maps... scars.
She reached her own hand out and felt it captured, firmly, she sprang from the ground only to be held in the bold gaze of the dark eyed stranger. Maura caught the amusement in the very corners of the woman's mouth.
"I..."
"Come on." The stranger instructed, a small movement of her head causing her cascade of dark curls to bounce in place.
Maura was not in the position to ask questions, which was strange, for her. She obeyed, taking a second to scan the void behind her, it had gone, ceased, vanished. Whatever it had been that Maura had feared without real reason, without rationality, in a gut wrenching feeling that had been so strong it had threatened to undo her if she had ignored it. Terror. She had never known it before.
Later she would find no words to explain it, to justify her actions, but at this moment it seemed the most reasonable and logical decision to have made. To run, to escape.
"Where are we going?" Maura asked the woman's shoulders.
A look, a half smile, no more.
Maura slowed up slightly and the woman only pulled her along more insistently.
"At least tell me your name?" Maura pleaded and the woman stopped to consider.
"Jane." She said clearly, then moved off again, quicker, pulling Maura into her side and placing a hand to either side of the smaller woman's waist in order to help her over the bottom slat of a broken wooden fence, into a dark expanse of empty field.
The darkness seemed to stretch on and on. So different from the busy streets of Boston and Maura longed for them now. She was in the middle of nowhere, having left her belongings behind, running from, she knew not what and following a stranger to an unknown destination. And yet, she felt... Just that, She felt. Tonight she has been scared beyond belief and now she felt oddly safe, reckless, brave, excited. She fought back the smile that threatened to break out on her face.
Once they were in the field Jane's pace quickened, though she seemed to be making little effort to move at such speed. As Maura struggled for her feet to keep up with the upper half of her body, that Jane continued to drag along behind her, she tugged sharply at Jane's warm hand.
"I can't...I can't." Maura caught her breath. She had a good level of fitness. She ran most mornings but she was no match for this woman who showed no signs of exertion.
There was that smile again. Jane stood patiently. She seemed to study the distance all around them, narrowing her eyes and if Maura was not mistaken she seemed to be listening to their surroundings, perhaps breathing them in.
"Almost there." Jane said, turning from Maura and moving on at a more leisurely pace.
Maura suddenly spotted it as if from no where, a wooden building, a small farmhouse perhaps, obviously unoccupied even from this distance. Maura realised that this was where Jane was headed and she worried that perhaps she had lost her bearings, meaning to lead them to a town or a hospital and instead landing them here.
But as they entered the building Maura realised that this place was not as uninhabited as she had thought. There was a lantern that Jane quickly crossed to and lit, completing the action as if it were as familiar to her as switching on a light were to Maura.
In the new soft lighting Maura could make out the sparse contents of the room. The room smelled of burning wood and there were signs of use in the large stone fire place. Someone had been here tonight and by the way that Jane seated herself happily on a nearby wooden chair, Maura had to assume that that someone was the mysterious women before her.
The wind around the ramshackle house had picked up the moment that the women had entered and the wooden walls clattered and shook. Maura listened to the sudden howl that sliced through the walls and into her heart. Maura felt the same panic that had overcome her back at the cabin, causing her to take off into the night across the woods and into the old cemetery.
"What is it?" Maura asked, her voice too high pitched in her own ears.
"You don't know?" Jane asked, a flash of disbelief visiting her face.
Maura gathered her light, night dress around her more closely, shaking her head "I don't."
Jane raised one eyebrow impossibly high and then moved to poke the few embers of the fire, adding some tinder and striving to start her up again. Moments later the fire was resurrected and roaring.
Maura moved closer to the warmth and the winds outside only turned wilder, hammering at the house now. Maura could feel it's desire to get in, to get at them and her heart raced. She heard a crash as if something heavy had been thrown against the outer wall and she jumped, reaching out a hand quickly to grasp at Jane. Finding that she had clutched a handful of Jane's white shirt and pulled the woman closer to her. Maura looked now at Jane's throat, only a few small inches away from her, she could feel the blood that pulsed through the raised blue veins, she could see the sheen of perspiration on her skin and Maura's tongue unconsciously flicked out between her lips in it's urge to taste it.
Jane saw the movement and almost laughed, yet was prevented by the rush of savage energy that flooded through her for an instant.
"You live here?" Maura asked, in an attempt to break the spell.
Jane nodded. "Not long." She offered.
"How did you know?" Maura questioned. "How did you know to come and get me?"
Jane grinned fully for the first time and Maura felt a crushing feeling in her chest.
"I felt you." Jane explained with a shrug.
More banging sounded on each of the walls. This time it was repetitive, as if someone was thumping on the walls over and over. But no one could be out there, Maura reasoned, she had seen no one follow them and they were in the middle of nowhere. Still she moved to where Jane had now sat down on a rug in front of the fire, she sat herself close to Jane.
"Jane." She said the name for the first time and each of them thrilled at the sound. "I'm scared." Maura confessed softly.
Jane put one arm around Maura and ran her fingers lightly down the length of her arm from shoulder to elbow. Maura trembled at the touch and her head filled with disconnected images, chains, candles, a circle of hooded figures, her eyes closed and behind them she saw the red of blood and the white of flesh swim together, she felt arousal stronger than anything she had known before and she flinched at her own reaction. If indeed it was her own.
As Maura opened her eyes her head fell against Jane's shoulder, feeling Jane's hair on her face, Jane pulling her in more tightly. The Doctor turned her face into Jane's neck and this time could not stop the point of her tongue from escaping her mouth to trace the line of Jane's throat.
Jane threw her head back, inviting more and Maura quickly threw a leg over Jane's, pinning her in place. Maura pulled back for one look into Jane's face, which she now held in between her hands, it was full of the signs of surrender. Maura dipped to run her tongue once again from the hollow of Jane's throat, up along the natural line to her chin. Jane made a sound that was close to a growl and dragged a hand roughly down Maura's back, tearing at the Doctors dress and through it to Maura's skin. Maura felt the sting of Jane's nails and rocked herself against the thigh she straddled. Jane's chest heaved and Maura's attention was back to the exposed skin of the woman before her. Maura sucked at the soft skin of Jane's throat, taking it into her mouth and then releasing it and moving in lower, in a way that was not quite a kiss, not quite a bite.
Now Maura dragged her teeth against the skin and she heard the deafening sound of the pumping of blood, of life, just beneath Jane's skin. Maura screwed her eyes shut as more images took over her and now with her mouth on Jane she could deny herself no longer. She bit. She dug the sharp points of her fangs deep into Jane's skin, she felt flesh tighten, push back and then puncture, giving way to her demand and then incredibly she tasted the thick warm liquid that was the essence of Jane. She recognised it as her. Unique in flavor. It told her much more than she had already managed to make out about this woman.
Jane had cried out. She had moaned. Now she panted. She didn't fight. Didn't resist.
As Maura felt a force within her grow stronger and as she felt a need to touch and join with Jane, make her feel what she was feeling, she noticed Jane's body weaken and go limp. Maura held her in her arms and brushed Jane's curls from her face with a hand that left a streak of Jane's own blood across her pale cheek.
Maura lay Jane out across the rug and licked her tongue greedily over the darkened red trails running from the two piercings she had made. The blood had slowed and no longer ran free. Maura curled her still cold body against the warmer one and closed her eye's enjoying the plateau from her recent ecstatic high. Something made sense. She had found a new knowledge and had found also, that it didn't frighten her.
A/N- There is a second part to this currently residing in my brain if people want to read it. Love ya.