Dark Healer
A Christine Feehan Fan fiction
By Michelle Annette Clapp
Heyo peeps! I know I know I usually write Anime fanfics… but I just absolutely LOVE this author and her books! I had to write a fanfic of my own. I'd had this story swimming around in my mind for months and I just HAD to write it!... It's probably going to be a Rated R fic, which means yes there will be Lemons
Lemons= sexual content
And for those of you who have never heard of Christine Feehan… well I STRONGLY suggest you read her books! Starting with Dark Prince. For those of you who HAVE read her books… some or all of them. I'm writing a story based on the son of Gregorie and Savannah. I PROBABLY should tell you anymore details… though I SERIOUSLY want to! Um… NOT so big details. He's around 50 years old and lost the ability to see color and have feelings a LONG time ago! Because of the fact that he immersed himself in his fathers knowledge and what his father taught him of the dark arts and the healing arts. He's grown to become much of a legend himself and a very strong male Carpathian considering his age.
And that's all I'm telling you! HA HA! OH!
WARNING: I do not own any of the books done by Christine Feehan and I never will! This is also a FANFIC so you can't sue me! HA HA! Though if you want to use my original characters please let me know because THOSE are original and MINE! MEW! Kitty! =^-^=
Yes the story is nothing like my actual personality… some what… heh heh… :P
Pain, sorrow and anger pooled in the large flower and incense scented room filled with the sound of sniffling and tears. The grief was causing waves and ripples to overwhelm and attack the now shivering form of a woman hiding in the corners of the room. Doe eyes were scanning the room analyzing all of the faces of those in pain. Their sorrow was pounding down on her already fragile body causing her knee's to weaken as she leaned farther against the wall.
Shaking her waist length golden brown hair she pushed herself up still leaning against the wall breathing heavily. As much as this hurt her, the sorrow and pain and anger pouring over her in waves slowly bring a sharp dull pain to her temples, she was going to stay here until the very end. This was her best friends' funeral, Nicole, who had been viciously and fearfully murdered on the streets not soon after she had left her to go home.
Nittia had sensed something evil and cruel prowling the streets not far from them but she had been so sure that Nicole could get home safely… So much of the grief and sorrow was from herself, being an empath her emotions often would spread out to every one else about her, and at the moment was amplifying their grief, but she just couldn't get herself to put up a shield right now… she didn't care.
A tall form soon stood right next to her and it took a while for her to notice the presence as the room was spinning now. Her head weakly moved up to see the tall lithe and muscular form of a man. Pain lanced through her as she tried to focus on him commanding the room to stop spinning. The man put his hands under her elbows lifting her up. She watched as his lips moved noise coming out of his mouth but she didn't understand what it meant.
The man shook his head lifting her up as if she was as light as a feather and carried her out of the room and out of the tormenting emotional room. The pain was beginning to edge away and her brain began to work again as she once again looked up at the man who had carried her out. It was her friend Eric, tall lithe and muscular with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was the topic of many women's conversations.
"Thanks"
"I noticed you were being overwhelmed. Why didn't you shield your self?" he asked as he set her down. She looked up at him her hand resting on a white stoned pillar. Eric was one of the few people who knew of Nittia's abilities and was helpful at times when she seemed to refuse to take care of herself.
"I was too overwhelmed… and…"
"You didn't care." was his blatant reply.
Nittia nodded her head slightly wincing as pain exploded in her head from just the small movement.
"Don't blame your self for what happened to Nicole. You had no idea that there was some murdering freak out there."
"YES I DID!" Nittia wavered a little holding a hand to her head and repeated it again softly, "Yes I did know… But I thought she was safe, that she would get into her house safely. I should have been more careful I should have warned her… or… something…" Her voice trailed away softly.
Eric paused for a long time just leaving her to her thoughts and finally asked, "Nittia?"
Her head lifted just a little showing her doe eyes through golden brown locks, "yes?" she asked softly.
"Are you still going to go to the Carpathian Mountains next week?"
Leave it to Eric to ask the questions at times they weren't welcomed, "Yes" she said softly, "Maybe we might even find her murder their…"
Eric rolled his eyes, "you still don't believe that mumbo jumbo stuff about Carpathians? Come on! It's just a book!" He paused smiling to himself, "Though they are very good books… Christine Feehan is a very good writer I'll give you that, but their just stories! Fantasy!"
Nittia nodded silently not feeling up to arguing with him about Carpathians and vampires right now. She knew that they existed, she had sensed them near at times and when she scanned the area she could see them fighting vampires. She'd even overheard some of their conversations. She KNEW they were real but this one thing Eric would not believe. No matter how much he believed in her abilities.
Eric wrapped an arm around her shoulders gently, "Why don't I take you to my house tonight. You don't want to be left completely alone tonight do you?"
"No," she said as she read his underlying thoughts. He was trying once again to try and get them together. Just like a lot of her guy friends, her friends didn't understand why she wasn't interested in all these hot kind men that seemed to be begging her to date them, "Please stop trying to put moves on me Eric. I already told you I wasn't interested."
"How did you know…." Trailing off he grinned stupidly and rubbed the back of his hand, "oh yah… mind reading. Well… I really need to get to work… I'm really sorry about Nicole…"
Nittia nodded waving him off, "bye."
She sighed not understanding herself why she wasn't interested, she'd had crushes as a child, like all children do, but other than that she wasn't interested in guys at all but friends and nothing more.
The doors behind her burst open with a mob of Nicole's friends and family pouring out. This time she did put up a shield as they came by. Nicole's mother looked up having this lost look on her face causing her gut to wrench painfully. Behind her was Nicole's husband, Derek. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw his now dead eyes, she could feel the lack of willing to live pounding in his sad heart.
She didn't need to feel their emotions, she could read it in their eyes and as they were finally gone she softly padded back into the room tears threatening to fall from her pale eyes. The pastor looked pityingly on her as he turned to leave her alone with her friend.
Looking over the rim of the coffin Nittia looked down at the empty corpse that had been her best friend from day one. Nicole looked as if she was sleeping, and Nittia felt like her eyes would just open but from the ragged wounds torn at her throat and chest. She knew it deep in her heart that he friend would never be back. That deep emotion and caring that had once flowed out of her would never be seen by the world ever again.
"Hey Nicole." She whispered softly to Nicole's corpse.
"I hope you're having fun up there… because we really miss you down here." Tears started trailing down her cheeks, "I'm going to really miss you girl… I know Derek does. He looks almost dead with you gone."
Silence filled the large room filled with incense and flowers and finally a soft voice bid farewell before Nittia crumpled to the ground in a sobbing heap.
A week later a group of 5 people were sitting around a table located in a small Inn in the Carpathian Mountains. Most of the members of the group were talking excitedly about what they wanted to do first while there. The only silent one in the group at the moment was Nittia. She watched them behind dulled eyes her golden brown locks hiding them from view.
She had been shielding herself the whole trip here keeping everyone from feeling the intense sorrow she was going through still. She couldn't forgive herself, her friend was buried just a week ago and here she is sitting with a bunch of friends on a vacation to explore the Carpathian Mountains.
"…Are you?"
Nittia blinked coming out of her thoughts focusing on the face nearest to her, it was Joan the oldest of the group who had managed to get the plane ride here.
"What?"
"I said how old are you?"
"20… why?"
"I guess you can be the designated driver then for when we go to the bar some time this month. Since you can't drink" She smiled her smug look making Nittia want to wipe it right off her.
"Hey Joan stop being mean to her. You don't need to make all the better looking and younger looking woman feel bad. It's not her fault you look old and decrepit." Greg teased her winking at Nittia.
Hiding back a smile she watched as Joan's face turned red, "WHAT!?!" She blew up on Greg starting to bang him with her purse. The group was laughing at the sight of Greg protecting his head laughing and apologizing at the same time while Joan was trying to hit him with her empty purse.
While they were all distracted Nittia found herself just wanting to get away. It didn't feel right to be laughing to be having fun… not when she was dead… the cool air blew into her face as she pushed the door open and walked into the night. She suddenly felt a lot better with the pressure of bodies and emotions all over the place shielded from her by the wall.
The sky was filled with stars everywhere and the full moon shone brightly down on her pale face. Smiling another cool breeze blew by her playing with her hair for a moment before letting it go. Noise from inside the Inn reminded her that civilization was still too close for comfort right now.
The clouds shadow moved shining moonlight down on a lit path. Without a second thought Nittia picked up her feet and began to walk up the path and deeper into the woods. She didn't know how long she walked or even how far but when she did a quick scan she didn't sense any humans around her for miles.
Still walking the path, her doe eye spotted a tall tree that seemed to go on and on into the night sky and the trunk was wide enough that 5 men would have to circle it to hug it. Underneath it was a large bed of soft needles piled on top of moss. Feet pausing for a moment she turned to sit on the bed of soft needles.
Her bottom felt dry and strangely warm as she sat down leaning her back against the trunk. Her breathing was deep as she used nature and the calmness it brought her to help wipe away some of the sorrow deep in her heart. Knowing she was miles away from any human she quickly threw down her shield taking away some of the strain that had slowly begun nagging at her.
She sighed curling her knee's up to her as she wrapped her arms around her legs. She opened her eyes when she felt something wet drip down onto her knee's to find tears were streaming down her face. Giving up on fighting her tears back she started to cry not caring about how much of her emotions she tried to hold back to prevent anyone near from feeling.
No one was there for miles to feel anything so she let all her emotions out like a storm. The wind around her started up whirling around her tangling her long soft golden locks.
She cried for a very long time until she heard the lonely cry of a wolf that was just a few feet in front of her. Looking up not really caring that a wolf was there she looked up into the most magnificent silvery violet eyes in a wolf she had ever seen. His fur was black as night and warm, it was huge, and it padded softly and slowly over to her almost as if it was afraid of scaring her.
Tears were still streaming down her stained cheeks but she continued to watch the magnificent wolf as he padded to her. He stopped right next to her licking the tears from her face. She could feel his need to comfort and she took it wrapping her arms around him and crying softly into his warm black pelt. She felt comfort and love flowing into her; she had never known that wolves could send the feelings of emotions.
Crying herself ragged Nittia continued to hug the wolf weakly now finding herself very tired. Slowly and against her will and better judgment her eyes closed sending her off into sleep with the warm and soft fur of a wolf as her pillow.
Moving the woman's arms so that she was laying on the soft needles the black wolfs form changed to that of a man. He was tall and slender and well built with long shoulder length hair tied in the back. Looking down at the woman in thought he wondered what had caused him to comfort this stranger.
When he had earlier felt a human walking along his property he was going to demand why they had trespassed. But as he had neared the human he felt a huge amount of grief unbound and deep coming from the human. He was amazed that a human could feel so deeply. Changing to the form of a wolf he had come upon the human to find a slender beauty curled up among the needles under a tree crying so hard with emotions so stark and strong the wind was surrounding her.
He hadn't known what to do yet so he called out into the night trying to gain her attention. As she lifted her head he had found himself trapped in her doe like eyes that he found himself drowning into. After that he just had to comfort her, but now, after she had cried all that she could cry and tired herself so much she had fallen asleep. What was he going to do with her?
There wasn't an inn for miles and he had no idea were she came from. He was sure he had never seen her among the people in town. With a sigh he picked her up into his strong arms holding her close as he began the tread back up to his cabin.
A Christine Feehan Fan fiction
By Michelle Annette Clapp
Heyo peeps! I know I know I usually write Anime fanfics… but I just absolutely LOVE this author and her books! I had to write a fanfic of my own. I'd had this story swimming around in my mind for months and I just HAD to write it!... It's probably going to be a Rated R fic, which means yes there will be Lemons
Lemons= sexual content
And for those of you who have never heard of Christine Feehan… well I STRONGLY suggest you read her books! Starting with Dark Prince. For those of you who HAVE read her books… some or all of them. I'm writing a story based on the son of Gregorie and Savannah. I PROBABLY should tell you anymore details… though I SERIOUSLY want to! Um… NOT so big details. He's around 50 years old and lost the ability to see color and have feelings a LONG time ago! Because of the fact that he immersed himself in his fathers knowledge and what his father taught him of the dark arts and the healing arts. He's grown to become much of a legend himself and a very strong male Carpathian considering his age.
And that's all I'm telling you! HA HA! OH!
WARNING: I do not own any of the books done by Christine Feehan and I never will! This is also a FANFIC so you can't sue me! HA HA! Though if you want to use my original characters please let me know because THOSE are original and MINE! MEW! Kitty! =^-^=
Yes the story is nothing like my actual personality… some what… heh heh… :P
Pain, sorrow and anger pooled in the large flower and incense scented room filled with the sound of sniffling and tears. The grief was causing waves and ripples to overwhelm and attack the now shivering form of a woman hiding in the corners of the room. Doe eyes were scanning the room analyzing all of the faces of those in pain. Their sorrow was pounding down on her already fragile body causing her knee's to weaken as she leaned farther against the wall.
Shaking her waist length golden brown hair she pushed herself up still leaning against the wall breathing heavily. As much as this hurt her, the sorrow and pain and anger pouring over her in waves slowly bring a sharp dull pain to her temples, she was going to stay here until the very end. This was her best friends' funeral, Nicole, who had been viciously and fearfully murdered on the streets not soon after she had left her to go home.
Nittia had sensed something evil and cruel prowling the streets not far from them but she had been so sure that Nicole could get home safely… So much of the grief and sorrow was from herself, being an empath her emotions often would spread out to every one else about her, and at the moment was amplifying their grief, but she just couldn't get herself to put up a shield right now… she didn't care.
A tall form soon stood right next to her and it took a while for her to notice the presence as the room was spinning now. Her head weakly moved up to see the tall lithe and muscular form of a man. Pain lanced through her as she tried to focus on him commanding the room to stop spinning. The man put his hands under her elbows lifting her up. She watched as his lips moved noise coming out of his mouth but she didn't understand what it meant.
The man shook his head lifting her up as if she was as light as a feather and carried her out of the room and out of the tormenting emotional room. The pain was beginning to edge away and her brain began to work again as she once again looked up at the man who had carried her out. It was her friend Eric, tall lithe and muscular with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was the topic of many women's conversations.
"Thanks"
"I noticed you were being overwhelmed. Why didn't you shield your self?" he asked as he set her down. She looked up at him her hand resting on a white stoned pillar. Eric was one of the few people who knew of Nittia's abilities and was helpful at times when she seemed to refuse to take care of herself.
"I was too overwhelmed… and…"
"You didn't care." was his blatant reply.
Nittia nodded her head slightly wincing as pain exploded in her head from just the small movement.
"Don't blame your self for what happened to Nicole. You had no idea that there was some murdering freak out there."
"YES I DID!" Nittia wavered a little holding a hand to her head and repeated it again softly, "Yes I did know… But I thought she was safe, that she would get into her house safely. I should have been more careful I should have warned her… or… something…" Her voice trailed away softly.
Eric paused for a long time just leaving her to her thoughts and finally asked, "Nittia?"
Her head lifted just a little showing her doe eyes through golden brown locks, "yes?" she asked softly.
"Are you still going to go to the Carpathian Mountains next week?"
Leave it to Eric to ask the questions at times they weren't welcomed, "Yes" she said softly, "Maybe we might even find her murder their…"
Eric rolled his eyes, "you still don't believe that mumbo jumbo stuff about Carpathians? Come on! It's just a book!" He paused smiling to himself, "Though they are very good books… Christine Feehan is a very good writer I'll give you that, but their just stories! Fantasy!"
Nittia nodded silently not feeling up to arguing with him about Carpathians and vampires right now. She knew that they existed, she had sensed them near at times and when she scanned the area she could see them fighting vampires. She'd even overheard some of their conversations. She KNEW they were real but this one thing Eric would not believe. No matter how much he believed in her abilities.
Eric wrapped an arm around her shoulders gently, "Why don't I take you to my house tonight. You don't want to be left completely alone tonight do you?"
"No," she said as she read his underlying thoughts. He was trying once again to try and get them together. Just like a lot of her guy friends, her friends didn't understand why she wasn't interested in all these hot kind men that seemed to be begging her to date them, "Please stop trying to put moves on me Eric. I already told you I wasn't interested."
"How did you know…." Trailing off he grinned stupidly and rubbed the back of his hand, "oh yah… mind reading. Well… I really need to get to work… I'm really sorry about Nicole…"
Nittia nodded waving him off, "bye."
She sighed not understanding herself why she wasn't interested, she'd had crushes as a child, like all children do, but other than that she wasn't interested in guys at all but friends and nothing more.
The doors behind her burst open with a mob of Nicole's friends and family pouring out. This time she did put up a shield as they came by. Nicole's mother looked up having this lost look on her face causing her gut to wrench painfully. Behind her was Nicole's husband, Derek. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw his now dead eyes, she could feel the lack of willing to live pounding in his sad heart.
She didn't need to feel their emotions, she could read it in their eyes and as they were finally gone she softly padded back into the room tears threatening to fall from her pale eyes. The pastor looked pityingly on her as he turned to leave her alone with her friend.
Looking over the rim of the coffin Nittia looked down at the empty corpse that had been her best friend from day one. Nicole looked as if she was sleeping, and Nittia felt like her eyes would just open but from the ragged wounds torn at her throat and chest. She knew it deep in her heart that he friend would never be back. That deep emotion and caring that had once flowed out of her would never be seen by the world ever again.
"Hey Nicole." She whispered softly to Nicole's corpse.
"I hope you're having fun up there… because we really miss you down here." Tears started trailing down her cheeks, "I'm going to really miss you girl… I know Derek does. He looks almost dead with you gone."
Silence filled the large room filled with incense and flowers and finally a soft voice bid farewell before Nittia crumpled to the ground in a sobbing heap.
A week later a group of 5 people were sitting around a table located in a small Inn in the Carpathian Mountains. Most of the members of the group were talking excitedly about what they wanted to do first while there. The only silent one in the group at the moment was Nittia. She watched them behind dulled eyes her golden brown locks hiding them from view.
She had been shielding herself the whole trip here keeping everyone from feeling the intense sorrow she was going through still. She couldn't forgive herself, her friend was buried just a week ago and here she is sitting with a bunch of friends on a vacation to explore the Carpathian Mountains.
"…Are you?"
Nittia blinked coming out of her thoughts focusing on the face nearest to her, it was Joan the oldest of the group who had managed to get the plane ride here.
"What?"
"I said how old are you?"
"20… why?"
"I guess you can be the designated driver then for when we go to the bar some time this month. Since you can't drink" She smiled her smug look making Nittia want to wipe it right off her.
"Hey Joan stop being mean to her. You don't need to make all the better looking and younger looking woman feel bad. It's not her fault you look old and decrepit." Greg teased her winking at Nittia.
Hiding back a smile she watched as Joan's face turned red, "WHAT!?!" She blew up on Greg starting to bang him with her purse. The group was laughing at the sight of Greg protecting his head laughing and apologizing at the same time while Joan was trying to hit him with her empty purse.
While they were all distracted Nittia found herself just wanting to get away. It didn't feel right to be laughing to be having fun… not when she was dead… the cool air blew into her face as she pushed the door open and walked into the night. She suddenly felt a lot better with the pressure of bodies and emotions all over the place shielded from her by the wall.
The sky was filled with stars everywhere and the full moon shone brightly down on her pale face. Smiling another cool breeze blew by her playing with her hair for a moment before letting it go. Noise from inside the Inn reminded her that civilization was still too close for comfort right now.
The clouds shadow moved shining moonlight down on a lit path. Without a second thought Nittia picked up her feet and began to walk up the path and deeper into the woods. She didn't know how long she walked or even how far but when she did a quick scan she didn't sense any humans around her for miles.
Still walking the path, her doe eye spotted a tall tree that seemed to go on and on into the night sky and the trunk was wide enough that 5 men would have to circle it to hug it. Underneath it was a large bed of soft needles piled on top of moss. Feet pausing for a moment she turned to sit on the bed of soft needles.
Her bottom felt dry and strangely warm as she sat down leaning her back against the trunk. Her breathing was deep as she used nature and the calmness it brought her to help wipe away some of the sorrow deep in her heart. Knowing she was miles away from any human she quickly threw down her shield taking away some of the strain that had slowly begun nagging at her.
She sighed curling her knee's up to her as she wrapped her arms around her legs. She opened her eyes when she felt something wet drip down onto her knee's to find tears were streaming down her face. Giving up on fighting her tears back she started to cry not caring about how much of her emotions she tried to hold back to prevent anyone near from feeling.
No one was there for miles to feel anything so she let all her emotions out like a storm. The wind around her started up whirling around her tangling her long soft golden locks.
She cried for a very long time until she heard the lonely cry of a wolf that was just a few feet in front of her. Looking up not really caring that a wolf was there she looked up into the most magnificent silvery violet eyes in a wolf she had ever seen. His fur was black as night and warm, it was huge, and it padded softly and slowly over to her almost as if it was afraid of scaring her.
Tears were still streaming down her stained cheeks but she continued to watch the magnificent wolf as he padded to her. He stopped right next to her licking the tears from her face. She could feel his need to comfort and she took it wrapping her arms around him and crying softly into his warm black pelt. She felt comfort and love flowing into her; she had never known that wolves could send the feelings of emotions.
Crying herself ragged Nittia continued to hug the wolf weakly now finding herself very tired. Slowly and against her will and better judgment her eyes closed sending her off into sleep with the warm and soft fur of a wolf as her pillow.
Moving the woman's arms so that she was laying on the soft needles the black wolfs form changed to that of a man. He was tall and slender and well built with long shoulder length hair tied in the back. Looking down at the woman in thought he wondered what had caused him to comfort this stranger.
When he had earlier felt a human walking along his property he was going to demand why they had trespassed. But as he had neared the human he felt a huge amount of grief unbound and deep coming from the human. He was amazed that a human could feel so deeply. Changing to the form of a wolf he had come upon the human to find a slender beauty curled up among the needles under a tree crying so hard with emotions so stark and strong the wind was surrounding her.
He hadn't known what to do yet so he called out into the night trying to gain her attention. As she lifted her head he had found himself trapped in her doe like eyes that he found himself drowning into. After that he just had to comfort her, but now, after she had cried all that she could cry and tired herself so much she had fallen asleep. What was he going to do with her?
There wasn't an inn for miles and he had no idea were she came from. He was sure he had never seen her among the people in town. With a sigh he picked her up into his strong arms holding her close as he began the tread back up to his cabin.