Title: Bitten, Chapter One
Author: Pinkcat4569
Rating: T for adult situations, language
Description: Jess has been bitten, but she can't remember when or by who or what. Then she starts acting strange. As Jess gets worse, the team must find out what happened in order to save her life, but can they?
Disclaimer: This is just for fun. I don't own Primeval or the characters
Author's Note: This is a bit darker than my usual fluff. It's creepy in honor of Halloween. B/J are not a couple, and Abby/Connor have moved out of Jess' flat. The story isn't finished yet, and it is already over 11,000 words. I'm sorry I get so wordy.
Bitten, Chapter One
Jess woke with a start. Where was she? She looked around. She was in her room, safe and sound. And alone. She chuckled lightly. "It was just a dream." She sighed and chuckled again. "Oh. It was so real, though." She looked around again, trying to let reason calm her nerves.
She straightened out the sheets, stretched, and settled back down. "You're Ok, Jess. Relax. It was just a dream."
She shuddered, remembering it. She had been in a gothic mansion, eerie mist covering the dilapidated house and the dying gardens. It was right out of an old-fashioned horror movie. She shuddered again.
In the dream, she slept in an antique four-poster bed, wearing a smashing sexy nightgown. (Even her subconscious was fashionable, she thought with a giggle.) She slept uneasily in the dream as she became aware of something in the archaic room with her.
It glided across the room, unseen to her. Yet she felt its presence. As it climbed onto the bed she shook with fear, and something else—anxiety? Lust? The presence settled into the form of a man: dashing, strong, lustful. He nibbled on her neck, making her heart race.
But she was fearful. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She tried to move, but he held her in his power. Finally she felt his teeth as he bit into her. With each suck of her blood she felt weak. She had no power to resist and that terrified her.
'Stop,' she thought.
And yet, she almost enjoyed the touch of his hands, the wait against her chest and pelvis. She actually thought, 'more. Do more to me.' Then she heard him growl. He wasn't human.
Her arousal turned to complete terror. 'Get off me!' she screamed in her brain.
She felt her blood draining into his mouth. It sickened her. She shuddered.
"Help me," she creaked. He had stopped biting. He now hovered over her. He was no longer handsome but grotesque. He had fangs, dripping red. His eyes were inhuman, glowing red. He leered at her, laughed at her helplessness.
He shifted his weight, and though she was still pinned, she could move her head. That's when she noticed someone else standing in the room, his arms crossed in disgust. Then his identity dawned on her.
Becker. Her heart fluttered with joy. She called out to him. "Help me! Becker!"
He did not move.
"Becker, help me!" she cried again.
He stood there, motionless as the thing moved its head back to her neck. She sobbed as it licked her neck. Still, Becker did nothing.
The thing smiled as it moved its hands all over her body. She sobbed, humiliated as Becker watched. Then the thing moved off her. It turned into creepy mist withdrew out the window.
Jess lay numb. She stared at Becker. "Why didn't you help me?" she asked with tears. He made no movement, no facial expressions. "How could you just watch? Becker!"
He said nothing. Slowly, he faded like a ghost until she was alone in the strange room, sobbing.
That was when she woke.
It had been a strange, disturbing dream. "It's nearly Halloween," she said out loud. She told herself that was why she dreamed of vampires.
And Becker? She always dreamed of him, but why was he so cold, so distant this time? Maybe it was her subconscious finally accepting the fact that Becker didn't have romantic feelings for her. Still, he shouldn't have just stood there and done nothing, not even in a dream.
She threw off the covers. She was too unsettled to sleep. She went to the bathroom. As she washed her hands she absently looked in the mirror and gasped.
There, on her neck, were two large impressions of teeth. She stared at it in terror, gingerly touching it. She gasped again. It was a bite! She began to tremble as blood dripped down her neck.
End of Chapter One