Characters: Sheridan, Ivanova, Garibaldi, Delenn, Lennier, Sinclair, Lochley, Franklin.
Rating: M.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't get money from it. Sue me and I'll laugh. And hide.
Warnings: AU. Vampirism, mentions of torture, blood drinking, cannabilism, strong sexuality with talk of non-con.
Spoilers: Aside from Sheridan coming to Babylon 5 and Sinclair going to Minbar none.
Summary: John Sheridan is a vampire. He needs to feed. And yes, Vampires are sexy as hell in this world.
Author's Note: I do not think that I can do a better, equal or even passable imitation of The Great Maker Stracysnski. This is just for fun. Upyr is the Old Russian word for Vampire. I looked it up on Wikipedia. Plus, I'll admit, the basic idea for this came from L.J Smith's series Night World. This is not an actual crossover story but I'll admit where the idea came from. It's a brilliant series.
***
John stretched out on his couch. Well, what was now his couch. A transfer. Nice. He was just getting completely settled on the Agamemnon. He had friends, he was comfortable with the technology and he had a veritable buffet...
Now he was on Babylon 5. Great. First things first. He needed a blood donor.
Susan Ivanova was seated across from him, talking about the situation with Santiago. John couldn't have cared less. One more dead human was just one less human to worry about. Suddenly he felt a rumbling in his stomach. Ivanova heard it and broke, smiling.
"Hungry Sir?"
"Starving."
"Well, I could arrange for something to be brought here for you-"
"That won't be necessary." The moment Ivanova looked at his eyes in confusion, John reeled her in.
That's how he thought of it anyway. It felt like pulling a string and getting what was on the end. Her mind came to him quickly. Well, it would. He'd fed on her a few times before, on Io. She had never actually been a blood donor but he'd had so many people around him he couldn't help but indulge himself.
And he needed to indulge himself again. He was starving.
He tweaked her mind and she stood up, gaze still unfocused. At his unspoken command she removed her jacket. After a moment of consideration he also made her remove her shirt. She stood before him, clad in her trousers and bra. He briefly wished he had the time to feed properly, to seduce her and penetrate her body both ways but he didn't have the time. He'd have to eat and go.
He made her straddle his lap and lean against his body. He smirked. Human women were so much fun to play with. He nuzzled her neck for a minute and almost couldn't control himself at the smell of her blood surging through the artery oh so tantalizingly close to his teeth. His teeth slid out, sharp and pointy. His eyes, he knew, were glowing. He surely had the time to do this properly, to undress her and arouse her, feed on her sweet juices as her body accepted his seed, taste the biological chemicals of sexuality in her heated and surging blood as he brought the both of them to completion-
No. He did not have the time. Just a snack to keep him going.
He bit into her shoulders. It was the area with the most blood and the highest healing rate, especially when combined with vampire saliva. In a few hours there wouldn't be any physical marks. He felt the usual thrill of power and lust as her blood spilled into her mouth. For those few seconds he knew every inch of her. He knew her deepest fears, her darkest fantasies, the things she dreamed at night in her sleep where she thought she was safe from violation of any form...
Safe. Ha. She'd never be safe from him. He had her, now and forever. She was his. Or she would be when he had time to fulfil the mind-bonding later. For now, he had to wrap this up.
It only took a few gulps of the rich, dark ambrosia before John's need was filled. He wasn't hungry anymore. If he'd had the time he would have sipped her blood slowly, drawn the experience out for hours, but there was no such time. He gulped what he needed and licked her wound a few times until the puncture holes were sealed by clotting.
He sighed. Variety had not been on the Agamemnon. The one thing about his assignment there that wasn't brilliant. Yeah, he had literally hundreds of crewmen and he fed from all of them but they all ate the same things and breathed the same air so their blood tasted the same, beyond the subtle nuances of individuality. The lack of real variety was disappointing. There would be such variety here.
He brought his head off Ivanova's shoulders. Her eyes were still unfocused, her breathing heavy. Even without the extra bonding there was still a great deal of sexuality in being bit. Hence why John loved it. No-one could resist him. No-one.
He gently tweaked her mind a bit more, until she once again stood before him, dressed, with her wound hidden by her jacket. Taking a moment to wipe the smidgen of blood from his mouth, he smiled.
"Never remember. Except in your dreams. Never forget me then. I'll be with you always."
***
Ivanova walked back into Sheridan's quarters. She wanted to check on him after his hectic first day. For a moment, as she stepped off the transport tube, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She held her hand to the wall and gulped as she felt nausea wash over her. After a few moments it abated and she continued to her CO's quarters, wondering. Was it that she hadn't eaten properly that morning? Or was it simply that she'd been stressed?
Either way, she was there. She hit the call button- only to have the door slide open just as her fingers touch the panel.
"Hello Susan. Come in." Susan entered, frowning. How had he known it was her? "Sit down." The room was very dark, Susan could barely see where she was going. She managed to make her way to the couch without banging her legs on anything. The door slid shut, leaving her with barely enough light to see the room. Over in the corner she heard movement and Captain Sheridan stepped forward.
There was something about him in the half light in which she couldn't really see him that seemed... different. Wrong, somehow. He stalked forward (and stalked really was the only term for how he moved) and in a surprisingly short amount of time for someone who wasn't moving as if rushed he was standing in front of her. Looking at her face, she knew. His eyes seemed to rake over her features and she got the sense that he was... feeding on her looks. As if her appearance was some kind of dish he was indulging in. She shifted in her seat.
"Did you want something Susan?" He asked. "You came here for a reason I'm guessing." Wait a minute- why had she come here? It had seemed the most natural thing in the world to do but now... She had no idea why she'd come. What she was doing here. She stood up, about to apologize and leave quickly when he said, "Sit."
Instantly she obeyed. Then stared at her legs in the half-darkness. Why had they practically caved like that? She hadn't meant to sit so why did she? She looked up at him again, just as he activated the lights wordlessly.
His face seemed even more wrong now that she could see it than it did before. There was just something she couldn't describe. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "Susan. I'm a vampire."
Her mind grounded to a halt. "Wha- what?" She couldn't have heard him right.
"A vampire. Like in the old stories, except... not. Vampires don't get made, we're born that way. Four sentient species developed on Earth, alongside Humans. The Night Earthers. Vampires, Witches, Shapeshifters and Werewolves." Susan was about ready to faint. "Your kind knows our kind as storybook monsters made up to frighten children. Well, we're real. I'm real. I need blood, or I'll go crazy. I'd like you to be one of my blood donors."
"One- One of-"
"Yeah. I need at least two healthy Human adults to feed on. It's the best way to avoid accidently draining one of them dry. The more the better, naturally. I had all of the crew of the Agamemnon offering their necks to me every day."
"OK." Said Susan, coming to a decision. "I think I should call Stephen, I realize that the transfer and what happened earlier was a lot of stress..."
She went to the door- only it didn't open. She turned around, intending to confront Sheridan- Only to find him standing directly behind her. His body was almost flush with hers, his face looming just above hers. She jumped backwards in shock and banged into the door. She stared at his face as it began to... change. His eyes glowed red, his irises expanding. His cheeks and forehead seemed to ripple and his teeth...
Boujemoius. His teeth- were the teeth of a predator. His canines were long, like a snake. They were already halfway down his chin. His body seemed to swell a bit and a sound, what could only be a growl, seemed to slide out from his lips. And then it all made sense.
"Upyr." She mumbled, remembering the old stories her grandmother had told her in Russia. The stories of the upyri, demons who consumed blood to live. Demons that tainted the soul and consumed the bodies of children... And she was trapped in a room with one. She screamed.
"Upyr! UPYR!!!" She turned around and slapped at the door, still screaming. Someone had to hear, surely, someone could come and save her, surely...
Hands with a grip like vices grabbed her arms and the demonic Captain held her in place as she screamed and struggled. He was going to feed on her, he was going to kill her, he was going to turn her into what he was, he was going to steal her soul, he was going to destroy her soul... She continued to struggle, trying to shift his hands but he was too strong. She couldn't make him move. He was like a statue.
She struggled and screamed until her body collapsed. Tears ran down her face and her breath came in desperate sobs. She wanted to keep fighting but she couldn't. She'd exhausted herself with all her screaming and fighting. Her body was limp.
"Now," he started again, "while I have your attention, allow me to explain something. I'm not some kind of ancient demon. I'm not a million years old. I don't turn into mists or bats. I don't sleep in soil or a coffin. I can't bring someone back from the dead. I'm not immortal, nor completely invincible. Most of the ancient stories about vampires, chubakabra, upyri and so on are hysterically exaggerated fictions about my ancestors combined with the natural fears of losing the soul. It's nothing real. I'm a living being just like you. But I need to drink about 4 pints of blood per day, ideally. At least two donors, preferably more. I'd like you to be one of them. I promise you I won't be affecting your soul or turning you into something else. It won't even weaken you, once your body gets used to it. I don't want to hurt you or anyone else. But if I don't get enough blood I will go into a blood heat. I will attack anything with oxygenated mammalian blood. Rip it apart. I've seen it happen before. Believe me, you don't want that happening here."
Susan shuddered. She couldn't let this creature feed on her. She didn't care what he said, he was unholy!
John felt her mind turn from him. She wasn't going to agree. Oh well. He'd tried.
Once again he reached into her mind, this time seizing control of her mind. He implanted the natural suggestions, to trust him, to love him, to not fear the darkness...
He felt her body melt against his. Her soft flesh moulding to the harsh angles of his body. Her mind did the same, collapsing around his. She was his.
"Master." She murmured. She titled her head to the side, presenting her neck. "Take of me Master. Be in me." He smirked. Another human under his will. He carried her to his bedroom where he spent the night penetrating her mind and neck and body, hours of pleasure. Susan screamed in unbearable pleasure, pleasure that burned away everything but the urge to hold on to him. Her nails sank into his back as his teeth bit into her neck, her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust into her, her mind dissolving into his as he violated every inch of her. She was his. She was his.
***
Michael struggled to consciousness. His head felt heavy, thick. He could barely focus his eyes. Somehow he got his eyes open and focusing on...
Susan Ivanova. Standing next to his bed looking very relieved. "Hey Michael. How're you doing?"
"Doesn't matter. Did you stop them? They're gonna kill the president."
"Michael, the President is dead. ISN is reporting it as an accident with the jump engines."
"No, no I gotta talk to Jeff-"
"No can do. The Commander's been reassigned to Minbar as the new Ambassador."
"What? I leave for five minutes and the whole place goes to hell!"
"Well, I hope I can change that." Michael looked to his left and saw something that made his heart stop. "Captain John Sheridan, your new CO."
"I don't know you." Muttered Michael, but every cell in his body was screaming at him. He knew this man, or at least what he was. He was the same thing as before. He was evil.
"Not yet." The creature wearing EarthForce Officer's Blue looked into his eyes. John knew he knew. And Michael could see that John knew he knew.
After several more minutes of edgy conversation the Captain left. He had business to attend to. Michael wondered if his business involved someone's neck.
"Stephen, wait." He said as the Doctor that had been in the corners of the room went to leave. Susan was already gone. "I gotta tell you something...
I used to work security patrol on Mars. One night I was working a solo shift in one of the least dangerous areas of that city. I wasn't expecting any trouble so when I was knocked out it didn't register that something was up until a few moments after I regained consciousness. I was in a basement, somewhere. I never knew where. There were two other guys, one a GROPO from the local barracks and one a shopkeeper. There were also eight girls, all young. Teenagers. We were all kept in a room... And none of us could move. Oh, we could drink from the water glasses left by our beds and we could move our eyes but other than that- we couldn't stand up. Or sit up. We couldn't talk. And couldn't fight them off when they came.
Five or six of them. I was never sure, the room was too dark to make anything out for sure. All I knew is that there were a lot of them. And they were all male. They looked Human but they were... wrong. Evil. The first night I woke up, when they came in, one of them came straight up to me and lay down on top of me. And it... bit me. My neck.
I could feel my blood gushing out of me and he was drinking it. I know it sounds like he was just insane, a cannibal, but it was more than that. It hurt my mind. It... It raped my mind. I couldn't get it to stop. It just kept pushing in and hurting me. And they did it to all of us. The girls, the oldest couldn't have been more than 16, they raped them. Physically, I mean. It would go on for hours. Every night. I couldn't call out, I couldn't run away. I couldn't try and help the girls, who were bleeding.
They all died. The girls all bled to death one after the other from the rapes. Whenever one of them went, the things that had us would let something else in. Big, hulking... I couldn't see it properly. It never came near me. It went straight to whichever girl had died and tore their bodies open. I saw... It ate them. Some of them anyway, it didn't eat their entire bodies. Then, once it was done it'd go and what was left of the body would just be left there to rot. The other men just drifted away. The things took too much blood, their bodies couldn't handle it. Finally, I was the only one left. The night after the others all died all of the monsters came and fed off me at the same time. For hours, they drank slowly to keep me alive. I passed out, convinced I wouldn't wake up. I liked the idea.
The next thing I knew I was lying in a transport. Jeff Sinclair was leaning over me. He told me that the things that had attacked me were all dead and that me local station had assumed I'd gone AWOL again and fired me without bothering to look for me. Jeff offered me a position here on Babylon 5. I was too dazed to understand anything so I just agreed and passed out. When I woke up I was at the home of my girlfriend at the time, Lise. She said she'd found me on her apartment steps in bloodstained clothes without a scratch on me. She told me that I'd been fired but almost immediately hired for security on some station. We argued and I left. When I got here and saw Jeff again I asked him what had happened to me. He said it was far better I didn't know, but that the men who'd hurt me were gone. He said I had to keep quiet about what had happened. He promised to protect me if anything like that happened again.
Now he's gone and this new CO... He's the same as the things that attacked me. I'm sure of it."
***
John sighed. Yesterday Ambassador Delenn had come out of her chrysalis and came to the council meeting. She was half human now. She had hair. She was beautiful. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. John sat up on his couch. He expanded his mind to check the other side of the door to identify his visitor... And smirked.
Earthy, wild, disorganized... The feel of teeth ripping into flesh, the feel of bare feet racing along grass towards prey, a huge silver moon tantalizing the thoughts, the mind of a killer...
The mind of a werewolf. A very familiar one.
"Come in Lochley." He said, sitting up.
In she came, blazing as ever. John looked at her and felt the same as he always had when he saw her. Intensely aroused. Werewolves being one of the only species that wasn't even slightly affected by Vampire powers, he couldn't control her. He couldn't make her want him. So the fact that she did want him, and would accept any excuse to throw him onto the nearest relatively flat surface so they could ravish and savage each other felt almost like a gift. An incredibly exciting one... Even if he was walking funny for several hours afterwards.
She was tall and solidly built, but at the same time, graceful. Unusual for a werewolf. Usually they were all big chucky muscles. And ugly. But Elizabeth Lochley was beautiful. Wild brown hair that was permanently in a mess, brown eyes that shone with viciousness and instinct. Every muscle trained to kill. Every sense trained to hunt. Perfection in werewolf form.
She walked forward and leapt onto his lap. She seized him by the neck and kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth. He bit her tongue and threw her off. She landed several feet away, instantly getting to her feet. She streaked forward too fast for human eyes to follow. Not vampire eyes. John followed her movements with ease and easily hit her as she came to a stop. Her head jerked back. She wiped the blood that trickled down her chin and grinned. Then she leapt again.
John let her land on him, wanting her too much to continue their game. Her teeth sank into his chest as she ripped off his shirt. He easily picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. Dropping her on the bed he pulled his trousers off. He threw himself on her and the next three hours were nothing more than fangs and claws and two bodies moving together as one and hair being pulled out by the roots...
He did love it when she came to stay.
When they were done, John turned to her. "So? Why'd you come?"
"Council sent me." She said.
The Night Earthers' Council. The most senior member of the First Family of the Vampires; their royalty. Currently that was Neville Jehov. The strongest Werewolf of the time, which at the moment was Kelly... No, Richard.... No, Jerry... He thought anyway. It changed so often, whenever another werewolf successfully challenged, fought and won against the current Alpha Wolf. 10 Shapeshifter representatives, fairly elected into position. And the 9 oldest, the 9 most maternally prolific and the 9 youngest female witches (who had reached the age maturity) all ruled together. They set down rules and gave punishments. They controlled all of the Night Earthers. They were the ultimate power among the Night Earthers.
"They want you to do them a favour."
"They have only to command me." Vampires always followed the oldest and most royally born Vampire. Neville was both the most royally born and, as of the death of John's own Great-Great-Grandfather, the oldest living vampire. His word was sacrament to John.
"They want you to feed on the Minbari Ambassador. The old laws about not feeding on Humans for Vampires and Werewolves are... hindering our movements into space, which we know we must do. We need to know if there are any alien species out there we can live on. Since she's now half human they figured that if Minbari blood was unsuitable you could tell by biting her without putting yourself at risk. They think, anyway. King Neville told me to pass along a message. If you really don't want to do this... there are others..."
"No. I'll do it. I accept that there are risks, but if I can do this... It will help our people. I'll do it." Lochley grinned, sharp teeth glinting. "However, there is one thing... If I can feed on her and if it works, I'd like to enslave her to my will. If it's possible." Lochley raised her head to look at him. "Yeah, technically our people aren't allowed to enslave aliens but, if I'm permitted to feed on her, I should think that it would be best to enslave her too." Lochley considered this.
"Very true. Tell you what, while you put yourself in position, I'll check with the Council to confirm. I'll give you the go ahead before you go in, just to be safe."
John nodded. Tonight was going to be fun.
***
John stood in the corridor. He was several turns from the entrance to Delenn's quarters. He'd already walked past with his senses on high alert and had quickly identified the minds inside... Delenn and Lennier. He needed the little aide to leave. He stood there, casually leaning against the wall. All of his senses were attuned to his surroundings. He could feel the hallway. He could feel the minds of the various beings that breathed in the quarters and walked past him in the corridors. And he could feel it the moment Lennier left the quarters for his own.
Smiling grimly he walked towards Delenn's quarters. He was barely a few feet away when he telepathically nudged the computer. The door swished open.
John entered and looked around. The quarters were very Minbari. Spartan and filled with chimes and triangles. There were movements from the next room. The bedroom. "Lennier, what is wrong? Did you forget something...?" Then she came out.
They stood and looked at each other from across the room. Delenn was even more beautiful now than she was before. Strong and delicate. His favourite combination. All he'd have to do would be to put a tiny bit of pressure on exactly the right spot and she'd be his. And he'd enjoy every inch of her.
"Captain Sheridan! What are you doing here?" She demanded. "How did you get in here?" He smiled. She shivered. John felt her blood begin to quicken, a feeling that immediately aroused him. Fear and sexual arousal were the two things that made blood taste the sweetest. If he played it right he'd get both in her. And she'd be the best thing he'd tasted since his first mouthful taken from a human's neck over 100 years ago. "Leave!" She snapped. "Now!"
John smiled again. And pulled her mind to him.
She came to him quicker than anything he'd ever felt. Her mind melded with him on a level he'd never experienced before. He could even slip into her mind and see what she saw, hear what she heard, feel what she... hmm.
He sent a wave of physical pleasure to her. She gasped and her legs buckled. She grabbed the edge of the door she was standing next to and managed to hold herself in position. The next wave sent her to the floor.
John stood there and sent wave after wave at her, revelling in her sensations of pleasure she'd never felt before... truly. She'd never even kissed anyone and now she was experiencing pleasure a nymphomaniac couldn't even dream of. Her body trembled and heaved, her breaths coming and going in gasps and whimpers. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and her fingers and toes danced with the ebb and flow of the mental heat. John continued to send the waves, continued to throw them at her, more and more powerful until her whole body was thrumming with them. Pleasure beyond anything, pleasure beyond what the physical body was capable of producing... Her world became nothing but pleasure.
Suddenly, the door chime went off. John whirled around, ready to kill whoever interrupted this... Lennier. The silly naive little man had come back. John looked down at Delenn. Her face was flushed and her body still trembled. Her eyes were open again, staring at him. Fear and arousal mixed together. She was terrified and exalted to a point she couldn't understand. She couldn't move. John smirked.
As the door chime repeated itself John sank into the shadows of the bedroom. He slipped into Delenn's mind and forced her body to move. Her terror increased as her body, completely against her will, moved to stand. She quickly fixed her appearance, smoothing her hair and clothes, wiping the tears of arousal from her face. All against her will.
When she looked presentable she called the door to open. Lennier came in, nearly panicking. Had she hurt herself? Had she collapsed? Why'd she take so long to answer?
John easily fielded the questions from safe in his little alcove of darkness. He spoke through Delenn, who couldn't so much as twitch her finger. Lennier never even knew he was there as he and Delenn/John spoke of trivial work matters. Lennier could tell something was wrong, John knew that. He asked her if she was alright 6 times. He knew something wasn't right. But Delenn/John finally told him that she was fine and she needed to sleep and these work details could wait for the morning....
Lennier left, shooting concerned glances over his shoulder.
John directed her body to walk back into her bedroom. He looks her up and down. Her body was graceful, slight, like a nymph. She had gentle curves, just John's preference, and skin like milk. The urge to grab her and ravish her was so strong he could barely control himself as he reached out for the folds of her sleeping robe and began to undo them. The trousers came off quite easily, sliding to the floor in a pool of material, but her top wouldn't budge. Giving up, John ripped it off in one small movement... Revealing her body to him.
The milky pureness of her skin was only more perfect in her secret places. Aside from her head there was no hair anywhere else on her body. No freckles or moles, birthmarks or scars, no imperfections of any kind... Her body shone.
His teeth and member now loudly insisting that the foreplay be damned and just penetrate her already, John fought down instinct and had Delenn's body move forward and begin to undress him as he went deeper into her mind. Deeper and deeper until he could see everything. What he had experienced with Susan earlier could never compare to this.
He knew every nano second of her life, every thought and every sensation. It was a part of him now, as was she. It was no large feat for him to reach into her mind and grab hold. And somehow he knew... she was his on a level that he'd never owned someone before.
Finally they were both naked and John, his member literally pulsing with desire, guided Delenn into her bedroom. He looked at her once more, still a virgin, still physically pure... and knew she'd never know the touch of another man. She was his.
He lunged and penetrated her; mind, neck and sex. His mind and his fangs and his member thrust deeper into her than even he thought was possible. They both were flung onto the bed by the force of his jump. Delenn arched under him, her mouth open and ready to scream. With the slightest thought he made her close her mouth. No need to alert the neighbours and get more interruptions.
He continued to thrust every part of his being into her and to pull at her; her breast under one hand, her hip under another, his jaw clamped tight on her neck... he wanted them to be one. For almost an hour he and Delenn were nothing more than one pulsating heaving movement of pleasure. Delenn whimpered and moaned constantly, the feelings beyond anything she'd ever known was even slightly possible. There was no struggle now, no horror or fear, no need for control. Delenn's mind and heart and body and soul belonged to John Sheridan. She revelled in it.
Finally, John was finished. He'd drunk more than enough to prove, not only was Minbari blood non-poisonous but... It was stronger than anything he'd ever known. It was richer. It was powerful. And with the Minbari ability to survive greater blood loss than humans...
The Council would be pleased.
John picked up his clothes from the floor and looked at Delenn. Her body was stretched out on the bed, her hands still clutching the sheets desperately. Her chest heaved and her eyes fluttered, then opened. They looked directly at him and he saw into her soul. She was his. He turned to leave and then, smirking, sent a wave of pleasure bigger than any he'd sent before. He left the room, and Delenn spent the rest of the night writhing on her bed, gasping and whimpering and moaning, desperate for his touch to burn her again...
John got back to his quarters to find Lochley ready to go and waiting for him. She raised an eyebrow at the look on his face. "That good, huh?"
"Better. You can tell the Council that Minbari blood is better than Human. And their minds are far easier to manipulate."
"They'll be glad to hear that." She smirked. "So, what are you going to do for the rest of the night?" He smirked.
Lochley left for Earth, carrying a message that could destroy several cultures.
Lennier stayed awake all night, thinking of the unusual look in Delenn's eyes.
Michael stayed up all night, thinking of the torment he'd experienced at the hands of the things on Mars.
John spent the whole night in his room, mentally fucking Susan and Delenn over and over and over again until both women were screaming into their pillows, begging him to come and save them from their cold torment alone. He laughed as he brought their minds together, as he watched them mind fuck each other and engaged in it himself, the pleasure high enough to thrill even him. He'd get more donors. Many more. Human and Minbari. And at night they'd all do this for hours, hell they'd do it for days... And John would rule his new kingdom.
Jeffrey Sinclair lay in his room...
***
...And thought.
His body was covered in his own light brown fur. His claws were long and tapered. His eyes, a startling yellow, looked dreamily around his room.
Jeffrey Sinclair was a Shapeshifter. One of the most accomplished... He was not only able to shift into a faux human that was indistinguishable from real humans but he was also one of the few that could sprout wings or gills. His abilities were praised by Shapeshifters everywhere.
And right now, this Shapeshifting genius missed his human companions. More specifically, Michael Garibaldi.
Ever since he'd saved the man from a group of seven rogue vampires and one rogue werewolf on Mars, Jeff had been ordered to keep an eye on Michael. If he told anyone what he saw he'd have to die... exposure could not be allowed...
As time passed Jeff grew to really like the man. He considered him a friend and now...
Now he was lying in MedBay. Having nearly died. And facing the same kind of thing that had traumatised him.
Jeff knew that John would never do that. If there was one thing John lived for it was keeping the secret of the Night Earthers. Kidnapping and slavery and letting a werewolf go all out on the bodies... John would never do that. And Jeff had told him to keep his fangs away from Michael. But Michael would know what he was. He'd know, and he'd worry. And if anything would convince him to break his word to Jeff and tell someone what happened to him it would be the constant threat of having it happen again.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Quickly, Jeff shifted back into his Human form. His bones clicked and shifted, his muscles and sinews migrated and rolled under his skin and after only a few moments Jeffrey Sinclair the Human sat on the floor.
He quickly stood up and answered the door, revealing the aged figure of Satai Rathenn, the old Minbari sent to be his go between. A good man, Jeff knew. He'd like him.
As they both left for Jeff's office, Rathenn covertly studied the Human. He'd thought from the moment they'd first met that there was something about him. Something in the way he moved that spoke of primal instinct. Of a prowling animal. Rathenn could only wonder.
Jeff hoped he'd never know. Because then he'd have to kill him.