Title: "A Vampire's Embrace"
Author: Pirate
Turner
Dedicated to: Pirate Sparrow; Piratess Rogue; Tippie
Canoe (I still miss you and always will. Rest in peace.); and the
wonderful actors who breathed life into Trent Malloy and Carlos
Sandoval in the first place -- Jimmy Wlcek and Marco Sanchez
Rating:
NC-17
Summary: Halloween approaches, bringing love to the Sons of
Thunder.
Disclaimer: Spider-Man and Mary Jane Watson are © &
TM Marvel comics and are used without permission. Trina Malloy and
Markus are © & TM Tippie Canoe and Pirate Turner and may not
be used without permission. Trent Malloy, Carlos Sandoval, CD Parker,
Cordell Walker, Alex Kahell, Francis Gage, Sydney Cooke, Trivette,
Moses, and all other characters used within this story are all ©
& TM their respective owners and are used without permission.
Compaq, Krispy Kreme, Walker: Texas Ranger, Sons of Thunder, MS-DOS,
Xena: Warrior Princess, Le Femme Nikita, and CD's Bar & Grill are
© & TM their respective owners and are used without
permission. Windows and Microsoft are © & TM Microsoft and
are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the
author, Pirate Turner. I make absolutely no profit whatsoever off of
this story.
Prologue
"All right, you piece of crap, prepare to be pulverized if you don't cooperate this time," he muttered angrily. His red-shot blue eyes flashed with his fury as he pounded away. It was even at that moment that he heard a car pull up outside, but he did not grant it any notice until the door opened. Only then did he finally glance up.
Even as she slid her key into the door, she could hear the furious keystrokes inside the living room. As the door swung open, she took one look at her twin brother and shook her head, a movement that sent her long, blonde hair shimmering down her shoulders. Stepping into the house, she asked him, "What's it been doing this time?"
He returned his angry glare to the monitor as he responded, shaking his head in disbelief, "I was trying to read a file from Trivette when the power flickered. The computer went down. I haven't been able to get Windows back up or access the disk since. I've tried everything I could think of. I even went into DOS to try to figure out what was going on and still couldn't find the problem."
As he had been talking, she had shut the door but had leaned back against it while listening to him. "Sounds like there might have been a virus attached to the diskette. Do you know where he got the disk from, or who might have had access to it previously?"
"Any of the Rangers, I suppose," he replied with a shrug. "How am I supposed to know that?"
"You haven't called him?"
"He was set to go in early this morning. I didn't want to wake him."
"If he can't fix it, I suppose you'll have to call in an expert."
"Like?" he asked.
Her blue eyes peered down at her twin as she fixed him with a Look meant to question whether or not he was truly there. "A computer expert? Some one who actually knows how those dang things work?"
"But from where? Our warranty's dead."
"Don't remind me," she muttered with a roll of her eyes and a puff of air directed at her blonde bangs. The Compaq company had proved to be a complete nightmare of imbeciles that were, as most people were in these days, only in their work for the money and could not care less for their customers. "But you could still try the ads in the paper or the computer stores."
"True." His head slightly hung in shame. "I should've thought of that." He yawned.
"Don't do that," she tried to say through her accompanying yawn. "I'm just as tired as you are. You couldn't help not thinking of it. Neither one of us thinks good when we're both tired and frustrated. Now," she continued, as she peeled herself up off of the door and headed towards the next room, "come into the kitchen and fix us some milk."
"Yes, ma'am," he teased playfully.
"Don't go there, Trent. I'm just too tired." As she reached the kitchen table, she grabbed a roll of napkins before plopping down in her chair.
He fell silent as he went to the cabinet and took out two glasses.
"Better make it three," she told him.
He retrieved a third before making his way to the refrigerator and beginning to fill each glass with milk. As he did so, she opened the container she carried and removed a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. She then lifted the lid, and the delicious smells that rose from the variety of doughnuts made their mouths water in anticipation. She began to tear off three napkins as she spoke. "They were fresh when I chose them, but of course, after the commute, they're no longer that fresh, but at least they're still warm." Even as she spoke and tore off the third napkin, she heard the front door open and close. She knew he was trying to be as quiet as possible and realized that Trent probably didn't hear him.
As he slid the milk back into the refrigerator and shut the door, Trent started to ask, "What kind of doughnuts . . . ?"
He was interrupted by a cheerful voice as a smiling, familiar face popped into the room. "Somebody say doughnuts?" the newcomer asked with a charming grin.
She laughed, her tired blue eyes dancing. "I knew you'd be coming before we could even get the first bite."
"Don't you ever knock any more?" Trent teased with a chuckle and a grin.
"I could, but why bother? By letting myself in I save you two from having to come do it." The Mexican swooped down on the glasses, picking up two as he headed towards the opposite end of the table. He set one of the glasses down in front of the woman even as he said with his most charming expression, "Here you are, beautiful."
"Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere, Carlos," she informed him playfully, her smile growing even lovelier.
"You never do slow down on Trina, do you?" Trent asked, shaking his head, even as he took his milk glass and dropped down into his chair.
"Never," Carlos admitted, his rich brown eyes dancing, "and some day, it'll all pay off."
"Yeah, in your dreams." Trina chuckled softly even as she selected a glazed doughnut and passed the box to her brother. While Trent chose another glazed doughnut, Carlos took his seat. He proved to be the first to select a chocolate doughnut.
To Be Continued . . .
