Death Becomes Her

Author's Note: This takes place in probably around season 5, with no established Cuddy/House relationship. This is a supernatural story about vampires etc. but nothing like Twlight. I'm making this all up myself so don't be surprised if House/Cuddy etc. are a little OOC but if you like it give me a shout out. It's only a small chap to introduce the plot but I hope you enjoy it. Plus i don't own any of this but I do own the the spelling or grammar mistakes if there are any. Happy reading.

Chapter One

"Immortality

There is a vision and a fire in me

I keep the memory of you and me, inside

And we don't say goodbye

We don't say goodbye

With all my love for you

And what else we may do

We don't say, goodbye"

It was only on the coming of his thousandth year that he could truly understand how precious the life around him was. How beautiful the little beat of such a bewildering heart despite its fragility could inspire such courage and life. To keep them strong through the torment that was living in such an unjust and uncaring world.

He pondered these thoughts often but it was watching her through the doors of her office that the thought struck him more prominently than it had ever done before. Caught up in her world of meaningless paper dreams, being capable of so much more than the small confines of that office would ever let her become. She was not dissimilar to a cocooned butterfly, waiting to be free but needing something to aid her escape from the human ties. House sensed in her the ancient power that only like he could see. The potential was palpable in her; she exuded power, strength but compassion and love.

Yet that was the problem, his immortal dilemma that caused him to think these thoughts from such a distance, instead of sneaking by her side and taking away the loneliness that exuded so strongly from her soul. The love that was hidden deep inside him denied him the pleasure of removing his own solitude. He could see it if no one else ever could; Gregory House perhaps saw what his lover so long ago had seen in him, the shell of a human meant nothing; it was the possibility of more that was being drowned by the exterior human condition.

He smirked shrugging off his thoughts as the evening sunlight was creeping in through her office windows, she would never understand. He was a monster and there was no mistaking the fact that temptation was a constant battle. The life he chose to lead was not for everyone of his kind, to be surrounded by blood every second of every working hour. To be so close to the very thing that could send you over the edge was a powerful weapon, a very dangerous thing.

You don't need blood Gregory, a voice echoed inside his head. An advantage of his kind, the sort of telepathy, a mind 'message' that only he could hear. Her voice was soft, soothing like only she could. It was her gift. The desires that burned beneath his skin were volatile, the yearning for satisfaction of both an unearthly and more carnal pleasure was always snapping at his heels. His cell phone buzzed in his jacket pocket,

"You certainly have a gift for pointing out when I'm about to fail and kill everyone in the room."

His voice was dripping with blatant sarcasm but underneath his defence House knew what he had said was partially true, "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean, Gregory?"

The voice was solemn but there was undercurrent of feisty spirit hidden to the untrained ear, "I mean why are you in my office."

House could hear the smile; his senses were impeccable one thousand years could not dampen them, nor the hundreds of red-blooded humans surrounding her. Nothing could mask the scent so familiar as one of his kind in a sea of sweet smelling patients.

"You always were a great tracker."

House leant against the nurse's station opposite Cuddy's office, "Why are you here?"

Silence was returned to him in reply, they both knew why, but House needed her reasons for coming, to be explained. It was a mystery to him why she would come to the hospital still being an active hunter herself; it put them both at risk.

"It's your birthday the big one triple oh, Greg. Even if you choose not to follow the old ways anymore there are people who still do. People who would gladly follow a man like you."

She paused before the line went dead and House turned slightly to see her face, "You're getting slow in your old age."

A laugh echoed through the atrium, "Why is this so hard for you?"

House turned fully to face his old friend; she was the same, though that didn't surprise him, "It's not hard because nothing is going to happen. I'm not that person anymore, just a normal run the mill doctor. I've been hiding for over 40 years and they haven't found me yet."

Elizabeth gazed lovingly at her maker, "If you honestly believe that then you're an idiot." She walked in front of him. House would never deny that Beth was beautiful. A temptress of Hollywood proportions, amazing blood red eyes and impossibly impeccable hazel locks but it was the overall image that took people's breath away, figuratively and literally. She appeared to be about thirty years old with olive skin, she had a body that left nothing to the imagination and the sleek black dress didn't help avoid everyone's attention.

"Beth," Greg moved closer to her intoxicating aroma, "Why are you here? If you wanted to play games with me you could have done it and gone by now. So…" He became distracted with her flawless face, the very image of his kind, a monster hidden beneath beauty and perfection, "Why now?"

"You are becoming an old one," Beth hushed Her voice in an attempt to keep their words more secret, "You know how seriously our kind take that. The people…humans you love will be in danger if you stayed here…You know he'd come right behind the circle to find you…"

He put a finger on her soft plump lips, "Now I know you don't care about their lives so that's a lie."

Beth shrugged and began to make a response but she was stopped by a short sharp sound. They turned to face it and were surprised to see Lisa Cuddy staring at them with a fury that could only be the very meaning of a woman scorned.

"Cuddy, what can I do for you?"

She couldn't explain it. The man was talking endlessly about how brilliant his service had been but all Lisa Cuddy could think about was him. She could feel those electric eyes on her body, roaming over her face and examining every detail.

Something about Gregory House made her irrational and impulsive. Her breath staggered, her professional woman image faltered under his intensity. House was an attractive man to any woman. It was past the physical desire for him though on her part; it was House's charisma and pure magnetism. She wanted to fight him and argue but it was for the passion, to feel alive for once and to escape this life.

Yet it was his physical shape that made him so attractive. His mystery and intelligence, the hidden athlete, the musician and the fiercely zealous doctor all of that in one man yet most couldn't do all of that in a thousand lifetimes.

A part of her wished that he would burst through the door that second pin her to the desk and hold her close to his chest. Let him consume her with his hungry glare just to be included in that mystery. To be allowed to know just a part of who he was, what type of lover he was and to be consumed by the passion that his electric eyes hinted of. The man invaded her dreams and thoughts constantly making it impossible for another man to stand next to him.

"Dr. Cuddy? Are you ok?"

She had forgotten the balding businessman sat in front of her trying his best to avoid her cleavage but failing miserably. Cuddy was about to release the man of the incredibly generous amount of money he was donating but something caught her eye. A woman was standing next to House outside her office near the station. Even from her distance she could tell she was beautiful. Long luxurious sun kissed hair, a toned body and overall the image of an airbrushed poster of a model or movie star. Yet they were familiar, he was smiling and she was leaning into him.

"You look really pale, Dr. Cuddy. Are you sure you're ok?"

Was she ok? What was this feeling rising up in her chest? House placed a single finger on the woman's lips and in that moment Cuddy knew that she was jealous. The jealousy rose in her like a wild fire. Lisa wanted to know who this beautiful woman was and why he was so close to her. Had he fucked her? Was that it? Was she a whore? She didn't look like a whore but then what did Cuddy know.

"I'm sorry Mr. Benson," Cuddy stood showing him out of the office steadily, "I'm not feeling myself I think I need to go lie down. We'll reschedule."

The man was gone, bewildered but his presence no longer impeded on the situation across from her. This woman had taken the attention that had been solely focused on her and was revelling in it. So with a strange courage Cuddy walked over to the 'couple' and stood for a moment coughing shrilly to get their attention.

"Aren't you meant to be in the clinic?"

Her voice was the tone that meant business. House tilted his head for a moment observing her quickening pulse, her slight perspiration at Beth's closeness and her deliciously enticing jealous scent. Beth outstretched her hand, "Hi, I'm Elizabeth."

Cuddy looked at her hand for a moment before shaking it curiously, "I'm Dr. Cuddy, House's boss." He smirked; she had to get the authority instilled into the mystery woman in front of her it was Cuddy all over, "And you are?"

Silence. Beth retracted her hand and looked at House with a devilish grin, "I'm House's ex-girlfriend. Just a reunion of sorts as I'm going to be around for his birthday."

"Nice to meet you," Cuddy stumbled on her words she was about to reply but Nurse Jeffrey called to her from a clinic room and she welcomed the escape, "Sorry…I just need to…"

She stepped quickly out of their line and they laughed silently moving on together away from human intervention, "You shouldn't have said that."

Elizabeth laughed walking with him, "Why be around humans if you can't have a little fun?"

House stopped his face darkening with a look that only a thousand years could bestow upon a person, "The fun stops here."

Their eyes caught, met in a fierce battle of hidden power and monstrosity. Eventually Beth averted her gaze; he was the only one of her kind with blue eyes. It was why people had always feared him, loved him and followed him because he wasn't like everyone else. They moved quickly outside to the parking lot where House pulled her aside in a befitting dark corner, "I'm warning you now, I have a life here. No killing, no murder or anything weird. You hurt any of them and you'll have me to deal with."

Elizabeth felt the power of his words, the words of her master and suffered under his dominance. There was only one of him, her master and creator. Beth couldn't help but bow to him yet it was the reason she was there anyway, "Greg, you know I'm not the only one who is coming." She stood up regaining her strength, "The circle is coming, you are the last of our kind who has lived this long." Beth reached inside her bag pulling out a list handing it to House, "Look at it, they're all dead. Vanquished, destroyed by dogs…Even Lilith and Jacques all dead."

House paused, tracing the name of Lilith his maker, remembering the night nine hundred and ninety days ago when she had taken his humanity, when she had changed his life forever, "How do you know they're dead? Could be just a rouse to get me out of hiding? Haven't you thought about that, Beth?" His voice stiffened with anger, "They could have followed you here…How could you be so stupid!"

Beth moved to his side quickly placing a hand on his chest, "I didn't know what to do! I heard rumours…"

House moved from her closeness, "What rumours?"

"Something is going down in ten days, something about you…" Beth's voice was deathly serious, "It's why I'm here. It's not a coincidence."

He laughed, "So, what you came here to protect me?" Beth was deathly silent and House stared at her, "You did didn't you? God!" He turned to face the wall hand in his hair, "You've played right into their hands," He faced her leaning heavily on the parking lot wall, "I've been such fool…"

Beth took his older face in her hands, the immortal face of her maker, " If this is my fault and I will stay stand by you and fix it. We were together once, side by side," She framed House's anxious face with her icy palms, "and I told you I would follow you to the end of the earth."

She'd seen it. An image to destructive to ever forget; Cuddy had been called home Rachel was sick and so she had decided to leave earlier than her usual clocking off time. Just as she stepped out from the elevator voices echoed throughout the basement parking lot. It was House's voice without a doubt,

"So, what you came here to protect me?" Cuddy heard House pause, "You did didn't you? God!" She saw him turn hiding behind the side of her car at the opposite side, "You've played right into their hands," House's voice moved to a whisper, "I've been such fool…"

Though Cuddy didn't understand what they were so heatedly discussing the words touched her somewhat. There was a weakness in his voice that she had never heard before, it was heartbreaking and yet struck a sort of fear in her. What was she doing, Cuddy thought about what she must have looked like to a passerby, crouched looking at the man she'd been secretly adoring for years behind her car. The Dean laughed to herself but as her attentions refocused she caught Beth's last words, "If this is my fault and I will stay stand by you and fix it. We were together once, side by side and I told you I would follow you to the end of the earth."

It felt wrong to see the beautiful woman move toward him and take his lips softly. Her breath caught in the fragile moment, Cuddy thought as though she was a trespasser being even secretly there in the moment. They looked the same, though they looked so different, it was strange paradox. But just as she was about to stop looking House pulled away from the young woman, their heads resting on the others and he spoke softly, "It's not going to be that easy to disappear this time." He moved away, "There are people here…people I…" He struggled to speak and Cuddy smiled sadly her heart lifting slightly, "People here who would look for me…"

"You mean her," Beth spoke with a bite at the end of her tongue, "Your boss. I can read Greg, you feel something for her…I can see it now." She circled House, "Dr. Cuddy, you were staring at her earlier…she is the reason you've stayed here this long isn't it?"

Cuddy saw his face; he was in turmoil with his furrowed brow and pursed lips but she didn't understand why. All they spoke made no sense to her yet not much of what he said did. She watched him ponder her name distracted as Beth prodded him, "Please don't you love her."

Love me? Cuddy watched magnetised to his response as House shrugged, "You think I've lived among humans and not learned to care for them? So what if I do? They don't know what I am what I've done." House saw someone passing and quietened his voice but Cuddy could just hear him, "They don't fear me or want to follow me. They respect my mind. They admire it, I can do anything here; be anyone."

"You think you could just keep living amongst them!" Beth whispered angrily, "You can deny what you are but I know one person who will take plenty of joy in hunting you down and killing her…killing everyone you love."

Cuddy spoilt the tense moment by slipping a little and House's head span towards her eyes wide with alarm, "Someone's there…"

She cursed her breath and took another look but it was only House standing there on his own it wasn't until the voice spoke out behind her, "Yes," Cuddy turned round speedily to see Beth standing there arms crossed and eyes viciously focused on her, "Someone is here…but you're not going to like who it is."

Author's note: So if you liked it I'll continue if not it's back to the drawing board. I hope you do but all feedback is appreciated.

Madison x