So, finally a multi-chapter story. With a plot. Eeeeep.
As scared as I am, most of the story is already written down so I won't back down from this! Except if you want me to... I guess.
The story is set around the beginning of S5 and is not related to any episode.
Thousand of thanks to Kelli (KelliP if you want to -and you should- read her stories) for being an awesome beta.
Disclaimer: I feel like we all said it too much already.
Prologue
Another boring meeting. Again. Another of these occurrences when he had to listen to everything they say he should do. When he knew they're wrong. Because he knew better.
He was tired of this life.
It'd been so long before anything new, anything distracting had come onto his path.
He had put a stop to his previous career. His debauched history.
Ha, that was an understatement.
He didn't see anything illegal in what he had done though. What truly mattered was the shot of adrealine who roared in him. Who drove him and made him better, greater.
Now it was gone. Inexisting. Just like himself. Now he was some kind of flunkey, only good to listen to the others. Only good to be censored.
He tried to look out for it. The nostalgia and the thirst of blood visited him on a regular basis. It was addictive. He had thought he could run away from it but it kept coming back, kept making him suffer.
Of course, he was confronted with blood and crime at his job but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same because it wasn't really him.
He asked himself how he did it all this time, how he did not crave, why he didn't do anything to remedy to this need.
Because yes, he needed it.
Maybe it was this urgency, the withdrawal who talked but when he saw her, everything shone with a new light.
She was perfect.
He looked down at the time. He was early. Good. Not that he cared anyway, not when she was in front of him.
He admired the curves of her body. Oh yes, perfect was the right word.
Was she single? That would be unlikely... A flash of anger rushed through him. How could she be anyone else's but his? He soon cooled himself down. It could be all for the better, it could be more challenging. She could only resist him for so long.
Like a prowler, he followed her. At least she was alone at the moment.
He approached her.
Discreetly.
Dangerously.
She stopped in front of a bookstore to watch the shop window where the books of the latest fashionable writers were displayed. Interesting. If she was attracted to murders, he could host her a private show. Open a whole new world to her.
All his senses were awake. He slipped behind her and, thanks to a gust of wind, he got a whif off her scent.
Delicious.
He couldn't put a word on what he just smelled but he was planning to discover it. And to feel it again. And again.
Lost in his contemplation and in his thoughts, he didn't notice she was fast walking away.
No.
No. He couldn't let her get out of his sight. He finally found the big occasion, his big return.
He carefully got out his cellphone and felt very grateful for new technologies. A camera at hand, no one able to see him and he would be able to think of her anytime.
Give him courage if he swayed.
Help him until the end.
She wouldn't escape from him.
Satisfied with the few snapshots he managed to take without anyone noticing, he went hunting for the next stage, the hardest one.
To find who she was.
New York was a big city, he couldn't leave anything to the hazard. She might be here only because she was at a friend's last night, or maybe because she just spent a night of passion with a stranger – the idea made him shudder – and then he wouldn't ever find her again.
He couldn't do anything right away. Not in broad daylight, in the street, when he was too unfocused and still relieving from his discovery, when he was subject to do mistakes.
He had to get back to work.
For her.
He would put a new plan into action. Infallible. He was counting on spending a long time on her company with no one to ever find her again.
He looked at her face more closely. Confidence and courage sprung from her. She was probably intouchable. But he liked a good challenge. She probably would put a fight. But he'd succeed. He wouldn't give her a chance.
He would have to be ingenious, subtle. Find her weaknesses. Break her defenses.
He'd find how to do it. He'd do it.
He could see in her eyes some glow of uncertainty, or maybe was it sadness.
He'd show her he was everything for her.
He saw her stop in front of a building and enter it. He looked up to see what it was. And he smiled. Maybe it was destiny who brought him to stumble upon her.
She might be hard to get but she would be easy to find. He couldn't have found someone better.
He had everything in his hands.
Everything was boiling inside of him.
Finally, a feeling of life he hadn't felt in so long.
It was time he went to his meeting. But he couldn't care less, he wasn't dreading it anymore. Oh no, not when he had something else on his mind and when he knew exactly who was going to help him through it.
I know, our favourite duo and team weren't there just yet. But don't you worry, the rest of the story is all about them.
Thoughts?