Chapter Three
Sexual Healing
She didn't even register his walking away. Klaus was laying in front of her, his eyes closed, his body so still it frightened her.
"Hayley?" Father Andrew came running towards them. "Oh dear God. Mikael found him."
"He stabbed him with…that!" Hayley cried pointing to the thick piece of carved wood sticking from Klaus's chest. "I don't know if I can take it out and not…God!" She dug into her jacket for her phone and pulled it out.
The priest immediately grabbed it from her. "No, Hayley! No!"
She stared up at him. "He needs an ambulance! You don't want to let him die, do you? He can't die!" She screamed, a part of her outside herself observed that it was a strange thing to be so panicked over the loss of a man she didn't know.
Father Andrew crouched down next to her. "He's not going to die. We won't let that happen. Now help me get him to the rectory. We can lay him down on my bed and figure out how to help him."
She was so afraid to move him. What if that thing shifted inside of him and pierced his heart? If it hadn't already… No. Please no.
A flash of something moved through her brain. He was laying on a different floor, having been similarly stabbed and his eyes were drifting closed as they locked on her and she was screaming at him to fight, to stay with her, to not leave her as she crawled to get to him, her own body battered and bruised.
"Don't you leave Hope!"
Who?
She blinked and the image was gone. She was shaking too hard to even attempt to figure out what was happening to her mind.
"He's breathing. See? His chest is rising. If we take that thing out of him he might bleed to death," Father Andrew said, running a hand through his hair as he paced.
"Well, doing nothing is not an option so either let me call an ambulance or find the bastard who did this-" Hayley stopped suddenly and stared at the priest. "Wait, you said the guy's name. The guy who did this. Mikael. Father, what hell is going on here? What do you know?"
Father Andrew stepped back guiltily.
"No," Hayley pointed at him. "I don't care about your vows you are gonna tell me what the-" She screamed when Klaus suddenly lifted his arm and pulled the stake out of his chest with a groan and then doubled over in obvious agony before passing out. "What the hell was that?"
"Quickly. We need to stop the bleeding and close up the wound before infection…or is that even a worry for-" He cut himself off quickly and pushed past Hayley, moving her off the bed as he went to work taking off Klaus's black leather jacket and tearing his grey shirt open.
His chest was a mess. Hayley couldn't even allow herself to appreciate it what it must look like in its healthy state because the flesh was shredded around a gaping hole and she was trying too hard not to vomit.
The priest worked quickly and Hayley helped him as much as she could but it was clear that the man she had thought as a peaceful, non-violent member of the clergy had an extensive knowledge of how to deal with wounds. She herself had basic training on how to deal with bullet wounds and stabbings until medical help arrived along with basic first aid but nothing like what the priest was doing so efficiently.
All along, beating though her mind like the pounding of her heart were the words pleasedon'tdiepleasedon'tdiepleasedon'tdie
Both she and the priest were sweating when Andrew finally eased back. "Now he needs time to heal."
"And now I need answers. Father, come on," Hayley urged, lifting her hair off the back of her neck.
"Hayley," Klaus groaned reaching for her arm.
She was at his side instantly. "Don't talk, okay? You just got skewered and nobody's letting me call an ambulance."
"No, don't. Just…stay. Don't leave."
"I won't," she assured him. She didn't know how she was going to explain not going into work tomorrow or how she was supposed to handle what happened tonight from a legal perspective but Klaus needed her to stay, nothing else mattered. What was this pull that this man had over her in just over a week? She didn't believe in love at first sight…She wasn't sure she believed in love at all, at least not for her. All she knew was when that Mikael guy was standing over them, she had no other thought but to stop him from hurting Klaus.
She sat back down and he closed his eyes, slipping into unconsciousness again.
Father Andrew had used the opportunity to escape the room to evade her questions but Hayley could wait until another opportunity to make him answer her.
He drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the night, murmuring nonsensical things about destroying everyone and how everyone had betrayed him. Then there was that name. Hope. It made a lump stick in Hayley's throat. Jealousy? He spoke of this Hope with such love. He was the only one who could protect her. On and on it went.
She came awake in the middle of the night, wrapped in a blanket sitting on the chair, a pillow beneath her head on the arm rest. Andrew had offered his couch in the living room for her but Hayley didn't want to leave Klaus in case he woke up. She checked his wound and gasped at how it was practically healed. "What the hell?" she whispered. There was still some reddening and discoloration and the wound wasn't completely sealed yet but…"What are you?" she asked softly, a frisson of fear moving through her because this kind of healing was in no way a human possibility.
When she looked at his, his eyes were open and he was looking at her with such… no man ever looked at her like that. It overwhelmed her so that she had to take a step back but his hand shot out and gripped hers to keep her where she was. He wouldn't let go.
"You're going to be okay," she assured him trying to disengage her wrist. The feel of his skin against hers was playing havoc with her body, sending every nerve ending downward between her thighs.
"Listen to me. You need to leave. Get as far away from me as you can. I should have never have looked for you. It's too dangerous. Leave, Hayley, before he comes back."
She sat on the edge of the bed and shook her head. "There is so much wrong with those words I don't even know where to start. You asked me not to leave you. So I'm not. You're too weak for me to even ask you what you mean by looking for me so let's just skip past that for now. As for it being too dangerous, you do remember what I do for a living, right? Besides, you're the one that got shish-ka-bobbed. You're being ridiculously evasive and keeping on hold how much it's starting to piss me off until you get better, I want you to answer me one question. Just one. Okay?"
He looked warily at her and she knew if he chose to, whatever answer he gave her could be a lie if he decided to keep his secrets.
"Who was that man who stabbed you and why does he want to kill you?"
A wry grin. "That's two questions but I'll answer both. Mikael is my father or…well…the man I thought was my father and he wasn't trying to kill me. At least not this time. He was trying to kill you because he wanted to hurt me."
"Your fa- Christ…How could any father…" Hayley shook her head and covered her mouth. Really, it wasn't as if she hadn't often seen the cruelty parents could inflict on their children in her line of work but to deliberately try to kill your own child... "Why would hurting me mean anything to your father? I'm nothing to him and up until a little over a week ago you and I didn't even know each other. Which…Klaus, why would you do that? Step in front of me like that…"
He looked at her for a long time. "That's a lot more than two questions, love. I would tell you to go home but, you're not safe alone now that he knows where you are."
"Would you stop, okay? I can take care of myself. Seriously. I've been taking care of myself since I was a child. I'm a cop. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of any kind of threat."
"Not this kind, damn it!" He barked startling her, then groaned in obvious pain.
She pushed him back down against the pillow. "Okay, you're going to calm down and we're done talking for now because if you get all caveman I'm going to have to punch you and that goes against my moral code to never hurt an invalid."
That made him chuckle even as the effort to try and get up proved to be too much and within seconds he was under again. When he was safely asleep, Hayley allowed herself to drift off as well.
When she woke up again Klaus was fully dressed and slowly moving around, struggling to stay upright.
"What the hell?" Hayley whispered. "Get back into bed and take your clothes off! You're not going anywhere!" She placed a hand on his stomach, careful not to touch his wound.
"I need to get out of here. I need to disappear so that Mikael doesn't come after you-" He lost his footing as they moved back and they both fell onto the bed with Hayley on top of him.
Neither one of them moved. She felt like an actual physical charge moved through both of them as unmistakable lust moved across Klaus's face and she felt his body respond instantly beneath her, making her own body respond. His hand went into her hair and with a groan he pulled her head down to meet his mouth in a kiss that felt like her insides were dropped into vat of hot electricity. All sense flew out the window and it was like her most basic animal self took over. She pressed her hips down, feeling him hard and thick against her. She rocked her hips and he growled in her mouth, his tongue meeting hers as they breathed hot and fast against each other. His fingers tightened in her hair and he flipped them both over so that he was now on top. Hayley dug her fingers into shoulders wanting this insanity to go on and on. He bore down, grinding into her, making her curse the layers of fabric between them. His mouth went to her neck and she felt his tongue there, licking, nipping with his teeth to just the edge of pain before stopping and repeating it again and again. She whimpered, pulling at his shirt wanting to touch bare skin. His flesh was scorching beneath hers and she swore she could hear the blood rushing through his veins.
A prick of confusion needled at her when her hands moved up his chest and she encountered smooth skin. Completely smooth, healed skin. She forced herself to push at him. "Wait. Wait. How…Klaus, stop…How…"
He stopped above her, his eyes lit with a hunger that made her want to throw all her questions out the window.
"Shh," he murmured and stroked her face eyes locking on hers. In the next instant nothing mattered because with one hand he pinned her wrists over her head and his other hand undid the button of her jeans and with impressive dexterity pulled the zipper down and slid his fingers inside and past the fabric of her panties until he met damp, hot skin. Hayley gasped and arched beneath him.
"Oh God…" she moaned while his fingers stroked her. She wanted more. She wanted him inside of her. "Klaus…" she whispered urgently, looking into his eyes. She tugged at his grip on her hands, wanting to touch him, to reciprocate what he was doing to her but he wouldn't let her.
"Shh, love. It's all right." Then he kissed her again and eased two fingers inside of her, thrusting only once before she came with a cry against his mouth and inadvertently bit his lower lip.
The tiniest metallic tang filled her mouth and she pulled away in surprise and horror that she had hurt him. In the growing dawn she saw it, the smear of blood on his lips and the points of two of his teeth that looked almost like…Holy fuck.
"Do you hate me for it?" he asked. They were sitting in room…a nursery and there was a soft warm weight in her arms. She looked down. A baby. Tears rolled down Hayley's cheeks. Tears of joy, of gratitude. She clutched the baby close and buried her face in the baby's neck.
"I've hated you for so much. But this…no. You did what you had to do to find our daughter. I would have asked you to transition me if I'd been conscious to do it if there was any chance it would help us find her, so no, I don't hate you for this." She took his hand and squeezed it.
The images faded and she stared up at him. "Who are you and what is happening to me? Why do I keep seeing these things in my head that make no sense?"
He closed his eyes and a shudder went through him as he eased off of her.
She straightened her clothes, too frightened to feel self-conscious about what they had just done. She lifted her hands to his shirt and lifted it. He closed a hand over hers to stop her. Hayley looked at him and held his gaze steady and waiting for him to move his hand.
Resigned, he did and she lifted his shirt to bare his chest. There was no sign that he'd been wounded at all.
"How is this possible?"
"It's too dangerous for you to know." After what they had just shared, it felt like a slap in the face to have him close himself off to her.
She glared at him. "Fuck you," she snapped getting off the bed.
"Hayley-"
She zipped up her jeans and looked around for her purse and jacket. When was she ever going to learn? Guys only wanted their piece of ass and nothing else. She supposed she should be grateful things hadn't got that far. "I'm glad you're going to be okay. Really, but you can take your secrets and choke on them. Let me just tell you, I'm going to find that son of a bitch Mikael and lock his psycho ass up the first chance I get."
Klaus scrambled off the bed. "No! Hayley, you will stay away from him!"
She whirled around resisted the urge to punch him. "Just so we're straight. You sticking your hand down my pants does not give you the right to tell me what to do. I have a job to do and I'm going to do it. Since you've decided to keep on with this Mystery Man bullshit, you can go straight to hell and let me do my job or so help me, Dimples, I will toss your ass in the cell right next to Daddy's!" She slammed the door in his face and tried to blink back tears of humiliation as she made her way out of the rectory to her car. Seriously. When would she ever fucking learn!
