Hunger in Me/ Hunger for You
Magrat 70
Rating; T for violence
Disclaimer; not mine
Thank you to my beta Traineker and sao 21 who helped overcome writer's block
Spoilers for Lauren sort of.
Author's note; the mobile organ donor line comes from Patrica Cornwell's books. Can't remember which one but one of the great early ones.
Of Wolves and Vampires
Jane and Frankie had been fitted with an a mic and earpiece in their helmets.
"Shit," Jane said. "Emily's, in the white van, did you see."
"Yup, keep back, we shouldn't have a problem keeping them in sight." Frankie warned, hearing his sister growl in his ear.
"Jane, Frankie, bring her back," JJ said.
"Maura," Jane requested of her mate, feeling she would understand without having to add more. They needed to take care of Emily, they couldn't worry about JJ.
"I've got it," Maura said.
Wolves being wolves, they grinned as they moved through the traffic with ease, their reflexes making this chase easy.
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"JJ," Maura guided the younger woman away from the communications console that had been set up by Garcia.
The unlimited funds made available to her by the ambassador meant that she could have trackers on Emily, Jane and Frankie. In the unlikely event of the wolves losing the vampire, she could guide them back on track. There were small cameras fitted to the front of Jane and Frankie's helmet. The tech genius would be having a fantastic time if the lives of her friends weren't in danger. Suzette held her hand monitoring the blinking lights that represented the three in the middle of the three screens.
"Have you done your physical therapy today?" Maura asked, taking JJ into the room that still held a hospital bed. She lowered the side and could see the stubborn look in blue eyes. "I want to check your knee, I hate motorcycles, when I was doing my residency at ER, the used to call bikers mobile organ donors."
"Jane will be fine, her and Frankie, have amazing reflexes," JJ said, allowing the doctor to help her onto the bed.
Maura gave a triumphant little smile, people believed she didn't understand human interactions and she did miss a lot of social cues. The one thing she did understand know was law enforcement personnel like Jane and JJ, ask them to look after themselves they would fight you every step of the way, make them think they were looking after someone else and they were putty in your hand. "Let me take off your support and check the swelling."
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The vampire that was guarding Morgan was pissed at being left behind to guard a human who couldn't escape. He didn't understand why they were holding him, they might as well have drained him. The boss had picked up the bitch he wanted. He wanted a snack and the bastard had shot him last night and while it couldn't kill a vampire it still hurt like fuck,
"You don't believe in us do you? Even after shooting me and I still lived you believe it is a fantasy world. Your teammate is hundreds of years old," the vampire spat out at Morgan. "You'll see."
It wasn't long before an unconscious Prentiss was brought into the room. She had woken once in the van and had been zapped again. Doyle chained her to a bolted down chair and removed the swords from her back. He would normally never chain a vampire but he noticed that her arm was incapacitated and she seemed weak; this was going to be easier than he thought.
He approached Morgan when he saw Amelia had woken. He approached Morgan running his hands of his neck, feeling for the throb from the delicious pulse point. "Amelia, your friend here doesn't believe in us. I am about to show him the errors of his ways."
"Doyle you don't have to do that, you have me, you don't need to hurt him," Emily appealed, hating her weakness.
"But I'm hungry Amelia, do you want a bite? That pigs blood you live on doesn't seem to be doing you any good. Actually there is something I want to do it will hurt, but it won't last long. You still have tattoos?"
"I've got enough ink, thanks," Emily wasn't sure where this was going.
"Who said anything about ink," Doyle said ripping her t-shirt open to reveal her chest. "I am going to put my brand on you, maybe you'll show your real face to Mr. Morgan over there." Doyle loved to hear the grunts of pain as he burnt a Celtic cross into her chest. He watched afterwards fascinated that she hadn't healed. "Why aren't you healing? There is something wrong with you."
Morgan watched in disbelief as he branded a clearly in pain Prentiss. "Come on man, she isn't what you say she is."
"I'm bored of you, time for dinner," Doyle said, looking squarely at Morgan as his eyes turned black and his canines lengthened. He pulled a powerless Morgan's head to one side and bit in to his throat.
Morgan was shocked, his mind not getting the transformation, not exactly a Hollywood vampire, but he believed now. He steeled himself for pain when the fangs bit in to his neck, instead he was hit by pure euphoria, not like any sex or alcohol he had ever tried.
With the last of her strength Emily snapped the chains that were holding her vamping out as she did, she unsheathed the knife in her right arm that hadn't been found. With the fluidity of many years of training she cut the heads off of two of Doyle's four henchmen. Doyle turned from Morgan and used the Taser on Emily again. Enraged he dragged her out of the room by her hair.
Trussed up again in chains with added handcuffs, Emily was slapped awake by Doyle.
"I keep underestimating you Amelia, I have something to show you, when we killed James, Rueben, poor little Miriam and all those students we made a home video; want to see. They all died because of you Amelia."
Emily could hardly bring herself to watch the pictures and screams of people having their throats ripped out, not the usual vampire bite that leaves the victim in a state of bliss before dying, this was brutal and painful. Tears flowed down Emily's face, especially as she watched Miriam's life being ripped from her.
"Why are you crying? You're not human you're a demon." Doyle let fly.
"No I am what I have always been as are you. You used your church calling to kill many people while you were human; you were and have always been a psychopath. I should have ended you when I had the chance, you disgust me. You are hatred, you have never loved, never tried to love. You were a demon years before you were a vampire." Emily spat back.
Doyle enraged backhanded Emily so hard she went flying offvof her chair and hit the table behind them breaking her chains.
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The smell of Morgan's blood and the sounds from the next room distracted the vampire that was guarding him. He didn't smell the wolves approach or hear the twin heart beats that approached. Frankie already transformed leapt on the vampire, his huge jaws ripping his head from his body before he even hit the floor. Jane broke the chains with ease that were holding Morgan.
Jane pulled out the sword the ambassador gave her. Now she was ready for Doyle
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Even in her weakened state Emily managed to pull her handcuffed arms around Doyle's neck, he managed to throw her off. They both landed on the floor Emily had the table leg by her hand, she picked it up and started to pound Doyle's face with it. Her strength was waning and it flew out of her hand. Doyle picked it up and rammed it through her abdomen, as Jane kicked down the door.
TBC