Title: True Coven Bind
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sawyer/ Kate
Summary: AU. Vampire Romance. Sawyer works in Hibbs' Coven, but only belongs to the coven in name. Until the day he was assigned to get rid of a nomad vampire bent on distroying his Coven for revenge, and she turns his world upsidedown.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, or any rights to the television show LOST. They were created by JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and ABC.
Notes: I love vampires, I love Lost, I love Skate. I love to write. And I happen to often go and babysitt early mornings while children are still sleeping, so I have had free time to just write little stories and such, and I really liked this one. Vampire characteristics are inspired by Count Dracula, Buffy (tvs), and Twilight.
I hope you enjoy reading it. :)
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Her hair fell down her back, curls framing her face. Freckles sprinkled her face, standing out against her alabaster skin. Her heavy boots clunked against the ground. They didn't have to, it'd be easier to walk lighter and more noiselessly, but the reminder of her own footsteps was calming, satisfying. Her hand consricted around metal, greatful that she'd been able to get a metal that didn't crumble so easily in her fingers, that way she didn't have to be too careful about the amount of pressure she exhurted on it in her anger. Sometimes her temper happened to get the better of her, and she'd destroyed more weapons that way.
She began to quicken her pace, her footsteps becoming silent as she didn't take the time to concentrate on keeping them audible. He'd heard her, but he had not caught her scent yet. He was with a human, not breathing in order to keep his hunger at bay until other things had been taken care of before she shuddered.
Libishomen... incubus! She growled out the curses in her mind. The man had simply assumed she was a passing human. And in his distracted state, he'd only register the difference seconds before he became dust. She'd already known that she'd be too late to worry about the human. She was crushed and by this point, unconcious. That would change to death before she would be able to catch them.
Her feet caressed the ground as she pushed in the door and covered the ground to find the bedroom, gun lifting and locking eyes with him before she pulled the trigger. The wooden bullet embedded into his heart before he burst into a dust shower, falling over his victim's motionless body. The nomad had to look away with guilt. Despite having expected to be late, it felt like a failure.
"I'm sorry mom." She whispered to the corpse, walking over to slip the wedding band off her finger and take that matching one from the pile of dust before setting them on the sideboard together before turning to leave without a second glance towards the mutilated body.
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"She got him." Bow. "Hibbs..."
"Out!" The demand rang in the air. He growled darkly and punched the steel stand beside it, hearing it crack and goran before it fell. His lips peeled back, showing his barred teeth, growling darkly. "Stupid, unresponsible..." He spurted out, pacing, punching, and cracking more steel in the cold, dark room. "She's dead! That little..." He turned, fists clenching.
"Sawyer!" He called out suddenly, voice lifted to allow himself to be heard by the rest of the lair. It was merely seconds before Sawyer had made his way to the room, stepping in with only a slight tip of his head. His only loyalty was himself, self-preservation, and the best way to live was to live and serve Hibbs. He was the best fighter. He was the perfect man to take care of his annoyance, his West Nile Infected Mosquito.
"You bellowed?" He asked in a low, naturally seductive, tone that would've drove any woman crazy. Hibbs knew instantly that Sawyer was using his voice as a calming method, just trying to avoid being punched in a blind rage. He did not want a fight between them to errupt. It was a delicate balence, and they both had to be careful to watch themselves to not let their personalities clash. Hibbs demanded absolute control and Sawyer didn't take wall to direct orders or too little control over himself. He didn't bend to Hibbs' every will, but just enough so he was worth too much to simply be dropped, or rather, dusted, out of the coven.
"Job for you." He said with a slight nod. "Another vampire. No coven to deal with. It's a simple nomad."
"What'd he do?"
"She," Hibbs corrected with a sigh. "Killed Wayne. While his attention was otherwise employed." He spoke through the teeth again as Sawyer seemed to battle within himself.
"A girl?"
"Who I'm sure wouldn't have had much more of a promblem killing him if he'd been aware she was coming." Hibbs nodded slowly. "She's a real challenge, even more so than your other eliminations. She feels justification. And this is not her first strike against our coven. She's a human protector." He rolled his eyes. "Like it's ever simply sport, and we don't always use it for food." He paused. "She didn't even drain the woman... Wayne's new wife." Hibbs added on in an afterthought, a groan in his voice.
"Married?" Sawyer asked with a frown. "Why did he bother to marry her? He's got women practically begging him to take them for a night... girls from around the world already wrapped around his finger.
"I don't know." Hibbs admitted. "I just know that it wasn't love. They weren't mates. If they had been, he'd have changed her before the act. He obviously knows the dangers." Hibbs elaborated, but Sawyer quickly became bored again, deciding to continue on a different line of questioning.
"And the body was..."
"Taken from the house, crushed, covered in dust, and very much full of blood." Hibbs clarrified for him with a slight nod. Sawyer's groan was in reluctance, but he took the job, obviously. He'd take any job.
"Smell or sight?" He asked quietly, though Hibbs could hear him, clear as a bell.
"Her name is Katehrine, or Kate." Hibbs answered slowly. "And she is going to be hiding out near the morgue. Waiting for us to get there to attempt to steal the dignity of the dead, I'm sure." Hibbs said, voice mocking as he rolled his eyes. This though completely confused Sawyer.
"But if we simply drink that blood, that cuts out the need for us to kill more people. Isn't that her kind of deal?"
"She preaches by blood banks... Humans donate blood and nobody dies or gets bitten." He said, rolling his eyes. "Do you know how many humans have to give blood just to quench the thirst of a single vampire for just one feeding?"
Sawyer didn't argue, but he felt another pang of guilt for what he was going to do. She was trying not to be a monster and protecting what she cared about. Why she cared was a mystery, but she obviously did. At least the girl had a purpose. Yes, protecting the already dead was a bit too extream in his mind. It would make even more sense. But who was he to judge? He knew he was with the bad guys.
"You'll know her when you see her." Hibbs told Sawyer with a shrug, nodding him off. "You have your task."
"Yes Hibbs." He said mechanically, turning around and gaining a brand new level of self-loathing as he already began to dwell on what was going to happen.
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