Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight. If I did, there would be a lot more Josef and a lot more episodes. But I don't. Sadness.
A/N: OK, several people have asked me to write a chapter where Beth meets Heather, so this is it. Also, would anyone seriously stop reading this fic if I didn't have there be any problems with David and Heather's relationship? Because I would like to write a fanfiction where two characters meet, fall in love, and have no problems. I know, that may be unrealistic in the fictional world, but that's just me. Please let me know.
A few weeks later, I was just hopping in the shower when I heard the doorbell ring. Curious as to who would be visiting Josef, I turned on the icy cold water so that I'd be quick. It worked. I leapt out into the now chilly bathroom, putting on my pajamas, robe, and fuzzy slippers before exiting the bathroom complete in a towel turban. I went to the fridge and opened it. To my annoyance, my drink was gone. Grumbling in annoyance, I went to find Josef. He was in the den with someone, but it didn't look like they were talking business. I walked in.
"Where's my drink?" I demanded, sounding more like a two year old than I cared to. The two people sitting a cross from my brother jumped slightly and stared at me. One was Mick, but the other one I'd never seen before. She was blonde and was staring at me like I had corn stalks growing out my ears. Josef looked calmly at me.
"Was that yours?" he asked. I gave him the Look. It's a glare that I've perfected throughout the years, one that said you crossed the line, and for that, you shall pay. It usually makes the person I'm glaring at immediately stammer out some kind of apology. Unfortunately, there are a few it doesn't affect: Josef, Mick, and my school's entire student body, with the exception of that weird kid who has sits in the front row of Mr. Kennedy's biology class and stares at anyone who talks with huge eyes. Ugh, creepy.
"You took my drink!" I cried, resisting the urge to stamp my foot. "The one that was on the top shelf, behind the A positive jar and underneath and ice packs!" Whoever said that long life brought maturity never spent three plus centuries with my brother.
"It was in the fridge." Josef replied innocently. Well, as innocently as a vampire can sound. I stepped towards him.
"That….was…..MY drink!" I snarled. He arched an eyebrow.
"Says who?" he asked. I was just about to throw myself at him when the woman interrupted.
"Josef, who isthis?" she asked, wide eyed. Josef looked from me to her and then smiled charmingly. Jerk.
"Ah, you two haven't met, I see." He said casually. "Beth Turner, this is Heather. Heather, this is Beth."
"Oh-ho, so this is the Beth Turner I've heard so much about!" I exclaimed, grinning at Mick, who gave me his version of the Look. Don't give up, Mick. You're getting there. She stared at me, and then looked at Josef, and then back at me.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" she asked, sounded extremely confused. I sat down beside Josef, taking back my drink and drinking some.
"I'm Heather." I replied. She got this annoyed look on her face. Yeah, sometimes I can be just as annoying as my brother. I rolled my eyes. "Heather Konstantine." At this, her eyes bugged out.
"Heather-! Wait, so you're his-!"
"Sister." Josef said quickly, before she jumped to the wrong conclusion, in which case I would cram my cup down her throat. Being accused of having married someone like Josef is just insulting. Trust me, it's been done before. Beth nodded, though it was obvious she was still surprised. We shook hands and exchanged the usual "It's nice to meet you" jargon. Then Josef cleared his throat.
"OK, Heather. Bed time."
"Say what?" I asked, laughing. "Bedtime?"
"Yes. You have school tomorrow. Go to bed."
"Since when do you care when I sleep?" I inquired.
"Heather, go to bed!" Josef said sharply.
"Bite me." I snapped, enjoying the playful banter.
"Heath-Bar, please. Give us some space to talk, OK?" Josef asked. I opened my mouth to shoot back a reply when my mind clicked on what he'd called me: Heath Bar.
For most kids, nicknames are lame and moronic and they hate them. No nickname really lasts very long. Except for one. When I was seven, a kid had stolen my candy bar. I'd watched him run off, stunned by the audacity of a kid, a little, runny-nosed kid, who had stooped so low on the morality totem pole, to steal my candy bar. Josef, then a college aged twenty one year old, had walked up and asked what was going on. Being the girly, crybaby kid that I was, I glared after the thief and growled, "That kid is mine!" After finding out why I wanted to slaughter one of my classmates, Josef told me that the kid hadn't stolen the sweetest candy bar. I asked what he meant and he said that I was sweeter than any candy bar. I asked him what my name was, and he said "Heath Bar". For the past 370 years, he's called me that when something was up and he needed to get my attention.
"'Heath Bar'?" I repeated. "Josef, you……you only call me that if it's something serious. What's wrong?" I asked, feeling like I was about to cry. Hey, I may be one of the toughest girls in LA, but even I get upset if something's bothering my big brother. Anything that bothers him scares the crap out of me.
"It's OK, Heather." Josef replied. "Just, please, go to bed." I nodded and then said goodnight to Beth and hugged Mick. Then I turned to Josef, still a bit upset. He smiled and stood up, enveloping me in a Superstrong Vampire Big Brother Hug.
"I love you, Josef." I said into his red, cashmere shirt. He kissed the top of my head.
"I love you too, Heath Bar." He replied. I nodded, knowing that that was his way of saying; I forgive you for being an idiot two minutes ago. I padded to my room and turned my stereo on and putting my new CD in. Once it was loaded, I cranked up the volume. Hey, a vampire's gotta be able to hear through the walls of a freezer! From the den, I heard Josef yell my name, but I ignored him, just like I always did, and climbed into my freezer. Unlike most other vampires, I can sleep in a freezer wearing clothes. I could wear a prom dress and still sleep like a baby. Though I don't recommend it; it's not exactly comfortable. I sighed and succumbed to the nice cold of sleep.
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I was pinned against someone's floor, my nose buried in their carpet. I was struggling, but nothing was happening.
"Hold her still, you idiot!" a woman's voice barked. A familiar voice. One that made me want to explode.
"She's stronger than she looks, Lexy!" my captor protested.
"Heather, if you don't stop struggling, your brother is as good as dead." The woman threatened. I froze, swallowing back the tears that were threatening to pour out. This wasn't fair. I wanted to go home. I wanted my brother. Pain! Two sharp stings on the side of my neck. I screamed into the carpet, louder than anyone I'd ever known. "Quiet, Heather!" the woman commanded. I whimpered and started sobbing into the carpet. I felt weak……much weaker than I'd ever felt. My eyelids slipped closed, and I fell into blackness.
After what seemed like an eternity, I stirred. The first thing I realized was that I could breathe without the smell of a carpet in my nostrils. The second thing was that I was alive. And the third thing was that I was lying across someone's lap. Awkward! Gasping, I struggled to get up. My head managed to raise a few inches before I let it drop back down with a moan.
"I told you she was alive." I heard the woman's voice say coldly.
"Shut up, you b----!" snarled a furious voice. Then someone brushed back my hair. Gently, the way Mother did. "Heather? Heather, are you OK?" the voice asked. Blearily, I opened my eyes and found myself looking into the familiar dark eyes of my brother.
"Josef?" I whispered. His eyes filled up with tears and he pulled me close.
"Thank God." He said, over and over. "Thank God you're OK." I buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar smell of cologne.
"I want to go home." I whispered. "Can we go home?" In reply, he helped me to my feet and we stood. I looked around and saw that we were in his apartment with his girlfriend. Alexandra Cavinall. That was her name. And there was her brother, Lars, staring at me with something between paternal pride and hungry lust.
"I'm afraid you two can't leave this room." Alexandra said softly. "Not until we've taught you some things."
"What things?" Josef growled.
"About us." She said with a happy smile. I stared at her. Had she had too much whiskey at the local pub? Josef put his arm around me.
"Lexy, listen to me." He said in a reasoning tone. "Heather's not feeling well. Why don't you let me take her home and leave her with my parents, and then you and I can talk?" he suggested, slowly stepping towards the door.
"NO!" Lars yelled, leaping in front of us. I snarled, baring my teeth at him. Then I felt something………odd. A growing sensation in my mouth. I tentatively reached up and felt my teeth. What the…? I stared at my finger, the drop of blood and the tiny bite mark. I had……I pulled free of Josef and ran around, looking desperately for the bathroom. There it was! I ran in and then stopped dead, staring in horror at my reflection. I was a monster! Not that I'd ever cared much about how I looked but this……this was unreal! Josef ran in after me and then froze, his eyes glued to his own reflection. I looked fairly normal, aside from the messed up hair, the blood on my neck and shirt, the silver eyes, and oh yeah, the fangs. I looked at Josef.
"What are we?" I asked, horrified. He stared at me, at a loss for words. I started crying again and he wordlessly pulled me into a hug.
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Bam….Bam…..Bam…..I moaned. Why was Lars banging on the bathroom door? It wasn't locked or anything. Someone was calling my name.
"Heather! Heather!"
"Josef?" I mumbled. "Why're you yellin' at me. 'M right here."
"HEATH BAR!" roared my brother. My eyes snapped open and I was staring through icy glass at my brother. Realization hit me. It wasn't 1637, it was 2007, and I was living in Los Angeles, California with Josef. I shoved open the freezer door and sat up, the chilly air diffusing about the room. Josef knelt beside the freezer, staring at me. "What happened?" he demanded. I just stared at him, my eyes wide. He saw that I was freaked out, so he just hugged me. "You slept through your alarm." He added, as if I cared to know why he had barged into my room and woken me up himself.
"Had a nightmare." I said hoarsely. He handed me a glass of blood and I gulped it all down, noting as I did that it was in my favorite cup. "Time?"
"Eleven." He replied.
"Holy cow!" I cried, scrambling out of the freezer. "I'm late!"
"Stop." He said softly and I turned back towards him. "You don't have to go today," he said. I nodded and then just plopped down on the floor. We were silent for a minute, and then he chuckled. "I must have ticked you off last night or something. You scared the h--- out of me."
"Sorry." I said weakly.
"Nightmare, huh? That nightmare?" he asked. I nodded, not really wanting to talk about it. Fortunately, Josef understood. In 370 years, "that nightmare" is the only nightmare we've ever had. "Do you need me to stay home with you?" he asked. I shrugged. He nodded and then went out of the room and called someone. Then he came back in, picked me up, like I was a little kid, and carried me into the living room, settling me on the couch with a fresh cup of blood. He turned on the TV and sat down beside me. I looked at the screen. Smallville. One of my favorite shows. I looked at Josef in surprise. He was going to watch it with me? He'd once complained that if he could, he'd go attack Tom Welling just so that "the stupid soap opera would end already!" I smiled and snuggled up with my brother. There are kids who, after a lifetime of older siblings, still get into fights. After three hundred and eighty six years, Josef and I have come to the realization that sometimes family is all you have.
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OK, that's that chapter! Please R&R, that would be fantastic. Just fyi, I'll probably start doing more flashbacks to show how Heather survived vampirism for 370 years. Also, what if, instead of having there be a huge problem with Heather and David's relationship, I did something else, like have slayers move to town or something?
