Hey you guys! I'm back. This Moonlight writing things gets under you, doesn't it?

Ok, here's another piece. Shorter than the other one, I know. I was planning on going on with it, but when I read it last night I decided to stop right there.

So this is a one shot, but there will be multi chapters this time. Like a bunch of drabbles together. Pieces I can't decide to continue or leave alone, so you guys can help me.

I hope you like this one. I sure loved to write it. So let me know what you think, ok?

Oh, one last thing: Thank you so, so much for your response to Educational Talking. I was nervous about not being good enough on the Moonlight writing thing, but you guys seemed to like it =D I loved all the reviews, and appreciate that you took a little time to comment. So thank you very much. Please repeat on this one.

Again, any mistakes, point it out. And I'm sorry if the site cut parts off again. If you don't understand something, just ask and I'll explain xD

Rate: T to be safe (you never know)

Characters: Mick, Beth, Coraline, Josh.

Spoilers: Very shortly after "Fleur de Lis", before "Sleeping Beauty".

Word count: 2.245Disclaimer: Not mine. No money is being made. Just having a little fun.

Cold Blood

Boy, that felt awesome.

Really, really good. Better than anything I've ever done before.

I know, it wasn't… Civil, and probably not the best thing to do to someone, but come on, that bitch deserved it. I mean, she kidnapped me. To be her eternal doll, to persuade her husband not to leave her. She would turn me. I would be a kid forever! For-Ever! I had terrible nightmares for years because of her. She ruined my childhood!

She deserved that stake. She was lucky I didn't pierce her eyes or ripped all the hair from her head. She should thank the Gods Mick was there.

Well, not that she didn't already.

Seriously, what a jerk.

My mom was right. Men were men. It doesn't matter how well educated, how modern, how considered, kind, lovely and sexy they were. They all, I repeat, all go stupid and dumb in the sight of a nice ass. Even vampires.

Oh, it doesn't matter that I shot a guy for him. It doesn't matter that I fed him on a freaking desert. It doesn't matter that I played hooker on the phone for him, to help him on a case (seems like he likes hookers, huh? Idiot).

He pulled the whole gentleman shit with me, even when I came over, all hot and willing – high on B.C., true, but willing – to his apartment on the middle of the night, and begged him to turn me under the shower. No. He acted the like that perfect, annoying gentleman that he is, and preserved my honor.

Please.

And then, his dead wife simply gets into his shower and he forgets all about that. And gets mad at me for staking her.

Jerk.

Go take her to a hospital. Go take care of her. Go make sure your beautiful Coraline gets all fine and healthy, and then go hump each other, be the husband and wife again, until she kidnaps a set of twins and you have to kill her again. I'm sure you'll have a blast with them when they grow up and find out that you took care of them for twenty years. Like a silent, caring, sexy stalker.

Yes, take care of your wife. Heal her wounds, and be very mad at me for snapping when I saw the monster I dreamed about for countless nights after you took me back home.

You know what? I hope she gets all better, and you two renew your vows and live happily ever after. You drinking blood, she eating French fries.

Cute, huh?

He probably didn't notice I didn't follow them to the hospital. I'm sure he is so worried right now, that if someone says my name, he'll ask "Who?"

Idiot.

I know. I know that you just don't go around plunging pieces of sharp wood in people's chests. I know I'm supposed to be civil and act like the human being that I am. A strong, powerful, confident woman, who does not resolve her problems with violence.

But when I looked at him, all wet, his hair dripping and his shirt open, just like that day when he held me under the shower, and then at her, wearing one of his shirts, her hair also wet, just like mine had been, I lost it.

She was supposed to be dead. She was supposed to be gone. Her body was supposed to have burned into ashes.

And he was not supposed to be screwing a dead person. A dead vampire. His dead vampire wife.

I was supposed to be the one wearing his shirt.

He's not my boyfriend, of course. That's all just hypothetically. You know, if he was to be having showers with someone, it would be someone like me. Alive. Who's not twisted enough to steal a child from their home in the middle of the night. Someone normal.

Not me, me. I'm just an example.

I don't know how I managed to get home without getting myself killed, so fast and furious I drove.

I banged the door shut and dropped my purse on the couch, then got myself a glass of water.

Damn it.

"Beth, no!" "She's not a vampire. She's human."

No, she's not! She's pretending! Just pretending to be human, so you can like her again. Can't you see that? You're 85, and you can't see what she's doing? She's trying to use you, you moron, and you falling right into her trap, just because you are that obsessed with her.

She's trying to lure you to her, pretending to be human again, and when you're close enough, she'll get you and everything will be-

You know what, I don't want to think about this anymore. Nope.

She's at the hospital now, they're taking care of her, she'll be fine, you'll be fine, and I'll be fine. Everything is going to be fine, and if you want to be with her, that's really none of my business, is it?

I took another sip of water, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Yes. Mick's a big boy. He can take care of himself, make his own choices. Know what's best for himself.

And I have a boyfriend. And he loves me. A lot. He gets me flowers, takes me to dinner, and when I ask him to do something for me under the shower, he does. Without hesitation. He doesn't get all honorable, thinking about my honor. He gives me what I want. Every time.

If I'm high on something and tell him that I walked all the way to his place, he smiles, takes it as a sign that I must want something to do that, and goes with the flow. If I'm playing a hooker on the phone, using my sexy voice and looking at him all silly, he finds a way to take me to somewhere private and get his way with me. If I'm drunk and ask him to bite me under the shower, he does. He may not agree with me, but he does what I ask him. And when he has to undress me when I'm asleep, he wakes me up and makes me have the time of my life.

And he most certainly does not hop into the shower with his ex wife when he was supposed to distract her when I'm digging her life.

Hypothetically speaking, of course. None of those things ever happened. Josh doesn't even have an ex wife.

That I know of. With men, you can never be sure, apparently.

I sink into the couch and stare at my dark living room. It's late. I should get some sleep. I had a busy day. Found out that my kidnapper is out there, staked her, sent her to hospital. I'm exhausted.

My phone starts ringing inside my purse, and I reach out to take it.

Mick.

Oh, remembered me, did you?

Ignore.

The phone stops ringing.

Two minutes, started again.

Mick.

I let it ring this time, just to see if he'll leave a message.

No.

30 seconds, again.

Josh.

"Hey!" I picked up, more enthusiastic then I've been lately.

"Hi honey. You home?"

"Yes. You?"

"Just left work. Are you hungry, we could get something to eat."

"Hmm, no really. I could prepare you something, if you want. I'm not in the mood to go out."

"That would be nice. See you in 20?"

"Can't wait."

Now, that's healthy. Cooking for my boyfriend is healthy. Stabbing women on their chest, not.

I hide my face in my hands, just now realizing what I did.

Replaying the scene in my head, I can see how grave it was.

I put a whole in her chest. With a piece of wood.

She said hi, I walked to her and wounded her, badly.

I made her bleed. And she fell, weak, vulnerable, defenseless.

Mick reacted, taking her away from the immediate danger: me. A was a threat to her life. I could have taken her life with my hands. I didn't think twice, acted by pure instinct.

Who was the monster now?

My phone ringed again.

Mick.

Well, she had her knight in shining armor to take care of her now, didn't she?

Maybe we're even, now.

By the time Josh got to my apartment, I had forgotten all about his food, and was curled up in bed, jeans and all.

"Beth? You awake?"

I looked over and saw him standing by my bed, taking off his shoes.

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm just tired. I can prepare you some-"

"No, honey, you don't have to. In fact, I'd just love to join you there. It seems to be cozy."

I smiled and reached my hand to him. He took it, laid behind me and held me close, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm around my chest, his chin just above my ear.

Turn me. Turn me! Do it.

No Beth.

I closed my eyes and shifted position. My phone started ringing again, and he drew his face away from mine, still holding me, looking for the source of the sound.

Do it.

It's just the drug.

I turned into his arms and faced his chest, holding him with my right arm, grasping his shirt with my left hand.

"Your phone is ringing"

Turn me.

He took the device, forgotten on the floor by the bed.

"It's Mick"

No Beth.

I hid my face in his shirt.

"Aren't you answering it?"

It's just the drug.

"He just wants some information on a case. Forget it."

I took the phone from his hands and shut it down.

There's no space between us.

Josh looked at me, puzzled.

"Since when you ignore calls that can give you juicy stuff to your cases?"

There's space.

"Forget about it, Josh. I had a rough day, I don't want to think about cases." Or Mick.

He smiled at me.

Yeah, it's like a roller coaster ride that… Never ends.

I closed my eyes and, two seconds later, his lips were on mine.

Good-

I felt him move from my side, to land on top of me.

-bye.

His hands tugged at my jeans.

So how does it work anyway?

What?

Every movement was a bit harsh. He was clearly anxious.

Just, you know. The sex thing.

He struggled with my shirt, and then managed to take it from my body, tossing it on the floor.

Your parents never told you?

I closed my eyes and waited for him to get rid of his own shirt. When his lips met mine again, we were both half naked.

They somehow skipped the part involving vampires.

And I concentrated on the beating of his heart, the warmth of his skin.

Vampires and humans, I mean.

Too warm for me.

Refusing to open my eyes, I felt his hands roaming around, his teeth teasing the skin of my neck, ears and lips.

No danger there. No fangs threatening to come out, no growl on his chest.

Just Josh. My Josh. Safe, loving. Alive.

Josh, who brought me flowers on Valentine's Day. Josh who prepared me dinner when I was sick. The one who kept me away from morgues, not… there in a regular basis.

Safe, clear Josh.

And his hands were tighter around me, his hair were longer, his breathe giving me tinkles, his teeth sharper, his chest broader, his voice huskier, his skin colder, his heart, still.

And he was all over me, around me, talking, humming, whispering, growling, purring, pressing and biting.

Whatever you want.

My eyes fly open, and he is warm and soft again. His own eyes closed, but I knew there was nothing there to hide.

And then he is licking my neck, just above my pulse.

His cold hands roamed around my legs, and I jerked my hips up, helping him when he tugged my jeans down.

At some point, you're gonna have to stop me.

But I didn't, and he was all around me again, kissing my lips, I could feel his fangs brushing my tongue, a drop or two of my blood running to him, seeking him, wanting him.

He was mine, and I was his.

And I hugged him when he took me, body and soul and blood, and I lost all trail of thought and conscience, giving myself to him, completely.

Turn me.

"Beth"

He breathed in my ear, bringing me back down from the flush of emotion overtaking me.

His voice was too loud in my ears. His body was too hot, his eyes weren't icy enough.

No fangs with traces of my blood, no punctures in my neck.

No Beth.

No Mick.

Just Josh.

I held on to him when he slept, taking the covers away from us. The warmth that once had been comfortable, was now strange, suffocating. The cold breeze that came from the open window and touched my skin were like fingers, strong and firm fingers that protected me from everything, and swept me away from the willing, familiar warmth the radiated from every single angle of my life, calling me to a path of darkness that I welcomed and received with eager arms, just to make me shiver, alone when the warm of my own body didn't match the other aspects of the night.

She's not a vampire! She's human.

Less human than I am. Darker then I would ever be, no matter how hard I tried.