1Hey guys sorry it took so long to get this out; I lost all inspiration. But someone gave it back to me and I am very grateful for that, you know who you are. I apologize if it isn't too good, I need to get back into my grove. PLEASE R&R! ENJOY
Love Bite
Her scent swirled around him, intoxicated his very being, his lips parting on their own accord, his mouth watering. "No Grace...I can't."
She wasn't angry and for this he was grateful, but when he saw the way she set her jaw, and the way she averted her eyes, he realized she was hurt. And that made his heart crack. Her head was down, and he could feel her detach herself from him subtly.
"Grace-"
"No, I understand. How silly of me." She got to her feet, he watched her as she tried to busy herself, finding a safe place for Connor's letter, organizing her few belongings neatly, making up her bed. He sat on the floor where she had left him, when she looked up she jumped, surprised he was still there.
"I thought you left."
"I'll never leave your side again Grace."
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The walk down the ship was a peaceful one. Connor was at peace with himself, with Grace...With Lorcan. He wouldn't think about the two off them at the same time, or at least he'd try not to. Tthinking of his sister, with a vampire, being in love with someone who could use her as an energy drink if he became too hungry, was not something her liked to visualize.
No he preferred to think of his sister being in love with the lieutenant of a great ship called The Nocturne, which according to Grace, was what Lorcan was.
Thinking of it that way, made him fret much less frantic. For heavens sakes he was a vampire, how could he not be worried! He smiled to himself, Grace would be telling him the crew of The Diablo made her friends look like cuddle fish. When he thought about it, he could not recall one instant her vampire friends had any other look, other than love and concern, he could not say the same about pirates. Many of them, though good men, had hot tempers, Lorcan on the other hand always seemed as cool as an ocean breeze.
He came through the brush onto the beach, into the sunlight, with a smile bright on his face, the boat was tied to a dock there. He would never understand how the geography of this island worked, how the journey to, seemed longer, than the journey back.
"Connor!" Cate leapt from the side of the small ship onto the sand, running up the beach toward him, the sand flying behind her. Cutlass Cate, one of the scariest woman he had ever met, but one of his best friends. She hugged him so tightly he felt his eyes bulge and his face swell.
"Don't kill 'em Cate!" Bart ripped her off of Connor, "That's my job."
"No-" was all Connor could get out before the wind was knocked straight out of him in a painful whoosh, as Bart's bone crushing embrace cradled him. Those big burley arms squishing him smaller than his body had ever been squished before. 'Nice to see you buddy!" His hug grew tighter.
"Cant- Breath- Bart!"
"Oh sorry." He let him go, Connor fell to the sand gasping.
"Nice," cough, "To see you too." The air clanged with Cate and Bart's laughter.
"Where's Grace?" Bart extended his hand out toward Connor, who took it graciously.
"Lorcan can take care of her just as well as I can. Maybe even better, with all that vampire strength and all."
"Lorcan?"
"The vampire that was just about to hack you to bits when we took Grace away."
"Ahh, that one." Cate smiled. "Are they close friends?"
Connor paused for a moment, not sure what to say. He laughed at the thought of how Grace's face would go rigid, as the scarlet blush would creep into her cheeks. "You could say that."
His friends exchanged looks of bemusement at Connor's continued hysterics, they let him laugh for a good five minutes before Bart filled part of a canvas sail with salt water and threw it at Connor.
"Thanks I needed that." His auburn hair dripped with salt water, "That felt so good."
"What's gotten into you? Did they feed you up there?"
"No."
"What!" Bart was horrified, "No wonder you've gone loopy. Come on buddy, I'll get you good as new. No food, that's inhumane! Damn vampires." Bart flung Connor over his shoulder, and Cate watched as he ran him to the boat, Connor flailing in protest.
"Boys."
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Mosh Zu had left the Captain to rest, he was going to get better, but his body first needed to get over the exhaustion of harboring so many lost souls. So as he waited, he sat with Darcy and Sally.
She looked exactly the same as when he saw her last. Her hair, not as bright as Grace's but had the same pretty wave to it, she was slender and pale from night after night on The Nocturne, her body was slender and fragile, she looked sickly as ever. When they had found her in the shipwreck, The Captain had brought her to me. She had pneumonia, and hypothermia, and was weak in general.
She was dying, and with the human body being so fragile, there were no remedies I could make to save her. That had been about the time the Captain decided to make her a donor. It saved her life. Given the extra time to get better, she became good as new, but the shadow of the weakness never left.
She was the only donor he knew of who decided to leave. Five years was all she spent on
The Nocturne. But the Captain, let hor go with good grace, he was so fond of her, and there were enough donors to go around, his absence wouldn't change much.
"Mosh Zu?" Her voice was very small, not like when she had been talking to her children and Lorcan. When the three of them were in the picture, she would sit up straight and put on a brave face. But when they left, she would slowly slump back down.
"Yes Sally? Is there anything I can get you?"
"Why am I here?"
"What do you mean my dear?"
"Mosh Zu. I died in that storm all those years ago."
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Grace, though knowing the twin ways they felt for each other, was shy around Lorcan. She was uncomfortable, but delighted, when he would come up behind her and hold her waist, as she had been trying to think of ways to distract herself.
She would enjoy their warms for a few moments, before her spine started to prickle, as if she was being watched. She wiggled her way out of his embrace, busying herself with something else.
Sometimes he'd seem hurt by it, and she would stand on her toes and kiss him on the cheek sweetly. But he would have to give her time; too many things were happening at once. Her mother, Connor...Lorcan.
"Grace?" He was lounging on her bed, his hands behind his head.
"Yes?"
"Lets go for a walk."
"Where? There aren't many places worth the walk."
"The gardens, there is a maze somewhere, I remember it. It was quit fun, lets find it!"
Grace saw how his eyes lit up at the thought, and could not stand to disappoint him. "All right, let me put on something more appropriate." She had told Lorcan she was tired a little while ago, and changed into her nightgown, only to become wide awake when he had sprawled himself on her bed. She thought he did it on purpose.
Lorcan stepped out of the room to give her privacy. She searched through her few belongings, and found what she was looking for. When residing on The Diablo she did not own much clothing that would agree with her on a pirate ship. Cate, Connors friends, a very pretty pirate with mean swordsmanship, had come into her room, walked into her cabin smiling, dropped off a pair of brown trousers and a loose thin white long sleeved shirt, without a word. Grace assumed it was a way of trying to make her feel more welcome.
The pants where the kind that only came to your shins, and where tight at the waist, but sort of flared on the way down, leaving her legs free, almost like a dress, they enable a lot of movement. The shirt was a mans shirt. The top button was missing, and the sleeves came to her fingertips, the hem below her bottom. She let her long hair flow around her, and looking in the mirror, decided this wasn't too bad. She actual liked it very much. She'd have to invest in more cloths like this, they made her feel more like... a pirate.
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Lorcan waited impatiently outside, being away form her, even for a moment, and through a thin door, made him anxious. She always found trouble at the most unexpected times. He was worried she might fall and hit her head, accidentally tangle herself in the covers and suffocate herself, that anything at all would happen to her. When the Captain told him how she jumped into the ocean, planning on reenacting the day they met...the second day they met, just to see him again, he was horrified, if Connor hadn't been there he would have died. But the Captain told him never to mention it to her, he didn't.
She stepped out of her room, turning to close the door. Lorcan stared at her. She looked...different. She had retired her dress, and was wearing something that he would usually see on a pirate woman, Darcy would have had a heart attack. He loved it.
"Hello."
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Mosh Zu didn't have an answer for Sally. "I will help you my dear." He said. Sally had explained everything to him, the day she left her children with Lorcan, how the fog, stopped protecting Dexter and her, and how she drowned.
"I know you will do all you can." She had her stare in her lap, and could stand sitting in this room no longer, the in cents were stinging her nose, and making her eyes water.
"I'm going to go for a walk about. I will be back momentarily if you will excuse me."
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Lorcan, stared at her. She was leaning on the door, her arms crossed behind her back. He steeped up to her, looking at her up, and down. He saw the blush on her cheeks and smiled, kissing them lightly. Placing his hand lightly on her waist he bent down and kissed her. He felt her arms, hesitantly rap around his neck, and pull herself closer. He trailed kisses down her jaw lightly, her neck, he reach her collar bone and heard her heart pounding lightly. Her scent was in him now, her heard pounding on his lips.
He bit her. She didn't scream, she gasped, but then relaxed. He felt her arms hold him tighter, he was so thirsty.
"What are you doing!" He pulled himself from her blood, it was running down her chest, spreading on her white shirt. Rather aggravated, he turned to see who had interrupted him, his mind was only on Grace, and the blood now.
But when he saw Sally, her eyes streaming with tears of hurt and anger, her didn't know what to do. Grace's knees gave out and he caught her, holding her in his arms, and went on the face her mother.
Hope you liked it, I'll try to update soon. And I hope I haven't insulted the wonderful story with my take on it. Please tell me your thoughts.
ALL'S FAIR IN BLOOD AND GORE!
~TerrorLies Mourning