As soon as The Master had regained his strength they all moved upstairs to Eldritch's – The Master's now – office while the other Strigoi brought Thomas up in Eldritch's old wheelchair. Vivika's heart sank when she saw him, her love suffering so, it hurt. It physically pained her to see him looking so bedraggled and unlike himself, Eichhorst had always prided himself on looking so put together so this … well, it was just wrong.
The Strigoi turned the wheelchair a little too quickly and jostled Thomas.
"Careful!" Vivika hissed and though he didn't look up the Strigoi did move Thomas slower.
She could feel the White as it pulsed through her, oh it was taking some getting used to. She'd found herself quick to anger in the last ten or so minutes, like there was suddenly so much more power inside her; that was exactly what had happened. The raven-haired beauty took a deep and calming breath, the White was now a part of her, not her controller.
Thomas was slumped into the large medical chair Palmer had needed only a few days earlier and in an instant Vivika had crouched by his side and brushed her hand over his cheek lovingly; his make-up half gone. The Master joined them from the vast window and started to speak in German but Vivika only half listened – that and she could only understand half of it – because she was too focused on her Thomas. He hadn't spoken or even opened his eyes since The Master had stopped her in the road, but then, finally, at their master's voice Thomas looked up, pained and sluggishly but still he was awake and listening.
"Why, mein meister, have you taken his form?" Thomas asked breathlessly. Vivika hated seeing him like this, this wasn't her Thomas. "For what purpose?"
Oh who fucking cares! Someone help Thomas! Vivika's brain kept screaming at her but she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut.
"A necessary rouse, and I now possess all of Plamer's knowledge and memories." Replied The Master, still seemed odd his voice coming out of Eldritch's body. "Thus using Palmer's memories I have located the other nuclear device."
"Where is it?" The former Nazi enquired, each word harder to utter than the last.
The Master didn't miss a beat. "Here."
She continued to crouch beside the man she loved, both her hands wrapped around his remaining one. Thomas had always been warm but he'd never been clammy before. For Christ's sake, do something, Master.
"Your conquest is assured, My Lord. My time is at an end. Release me."
Vivika's emerald orbs went wide. "No! No, no, no, you are not dying. I won-"
"Silence!" She fell quiet in a heartbeat at her master's command.
The Master moved closer to Thomas and the human had no choice but to stand and move to her lover's side lest she be stood on. Vivika didn't mind as long as she was close to Thomas, she gripped his hand again and waited patiently while desperately trying to keep herself under control while watching the man she loved tick closer and closer to death.
"My most loyal and faithful servant." Began their master. "I know my visage troubles you, but your talents are more necessary than ever. You are far too valuable to me to lose you now. Especially after I granted your wife longevity."
Thank God, he's not going to let Thomas die. Thank you. Thank you. Thank- wait what?
Vivika's heart nearly stopped. "Wife?!"
The Master locked Palmer's eyes onto young Vivika and flashed her a deadly smile, normally she enjoyed it when her Lord or Thomas got one of those expressions but the total confusion and puzzlement had stopped the young woman in her tracks. The Master reached into Thomas' tattered inner suit pocket with ease and produced a small ring box which he handed over to his day walker.
"It is far easier for him to hide things from you than it is from me, my sweet child."
Slowly she opened up the ring box to find a band of gold with a pear cut sapphire surrounded by small diamonds, somehow old fashioned and modern all at the same time. Was this happening? She couldn't deny the ring was beautiful – to her at least – and she'd got no idea where he'd gotten it but damn was it beautiful. That was Thomas though, he always came up with something else to surprise her; she gripped Thomas' hand tighter.
"Are-" Vivika was so confused. "Are Strigoi even allowed to get married? Has this ever happened before?"
The Master shook his head. "No and never. However, Thomas is my right hand and in my new world you, Vivika, you shall be my left hand. Both mein kinder. Man and woman. Strigoi and Human. Ancient and young. Husband and wife. Strigoi do not recognize something as ridiculous as God, I am Lord and Master here. Your union shall be ordained and decreed by myself."
Vivika felt breathless as she turned those green eyes down to Thomas. His wife? He looked at her then, those damaged eyes fluttering and half dead. Vivika hadn't ever, for one second, believed she'd marry Thomas Eichhorst, the whole idea was utterly outrageous. However, as Vivika looked between her master and the monster she loved Vivika realized that the war would be won soon enough and she'd be very happy to stand at Thomas' side for the rest of time. Without a word she took the ring out of its little box and slipped the ring on then shoved the box into her pocket and bent down to kiss Thomas softly.
"I love you."
She meant that, Vivika hadn't ever cared for anyone but herself before, Thomas though, he was important, he was meaningful.
"Liebling." The Strigoi whispered.
Before she could say anything else The Master ripped Thomas' tattered skirt open to reveal dozens of holes in his greenish chest. Vivika could only watch as their Lord cut himself with his newly sharpened nail and dripped a few tiny drops of the White into the wounds. If that was what a couple of drips did what the hell had the gallon – if not more – done to Vivika herself? She had no doubt filling her full of that much White had been an experiment of sorts for The Master.
While she didn't understand all that much of German Vivika did know enough to pick out the words 'rise and behold', she grinned ear to ear when he pushed himself to his feet returning to the powerful man she knew and loved. He was safe, he was healed!
"Enjoy your union." Said The Master as latched onto Thomas from behind and clung to him tightly She felt her master's eyes on her again then though. "Vivika, clean him up, I cannot have my right hand look like a vagabond."
She nodded then helped Thomas out of the room into the elevator. The very second the doors closed she snuggled against her lover uncaring as to the blood an goo that covered him. Of course he was still a mess of fabric and damaged prosthetics but Vivika held on to him just as tightly. Her heart calmed and relaxed when he wrapped his strong arms around her; comfort.
"I thought I'd lost you." She admitted without looking up.
"I am here, liebe." Thomas kissed the top of her head. "How much of the White did our master give you?"
Vivika shrugged but still didn't release him. "I don't know, a lot."
Softly Thomas brushed a half make-up covered thumb across her bottom lip. "I can feel it inside you, meine Süße. You are the most powerful human to have ever lived … and you shall live a very long time."
"As your wife?" That got her to lift her hand up and look at her ring. "A few words from the Master and I am your wife?"
Was this all really happening? An hour ago she'd not known if Thomas would live or die and now there she was in a slowly descending elevator staring at what was apparently her wedding ring.
Thomas nodded. "Yes, Liebling, he is the only one required to recognize it. I had hoped to ask you properly though."
True, when Thomas had first met Vivika he'd decided to keep her as a pet of sorts, nothing more than his depraved assistant, although she'd quickly wormed her way into his heart and now rather than being a pet she stood at his side. Eichhorst grinned, his partner in crime, that was what Vivika had become. Since before he'd become Strigoi he'd thought humans to be worthless but Vivika wasn't exactly human to begin with let alone now.
"I think I am going to enjoy being your wife." She told him honestly as the elevator continued to travel downwards to a lower floor.
"Good." He smirked devil sly. "Together in darkness, my wife."
Oh, Vivika liked the sound of that. 'Together in darkness', it sounded wonderful and evil.
"My husband."
She tugged on his mess of a charcoal tie and the thing basically fell apart, but she still got him close enough for a deep kiss. His fake teeth were gone but Vivika didn't care, she liked those sharp teeth. Carefully she stripped away his damaged prosthetics as they continued to kiss, then, without warning, Thomas lifted his bride up and slammed her against the wall while Vivika did her best to shed Thomas of the fabric scraps. No one would have believed Thomas had been at Death's door only a few minutes earlier. His fingers slipped past her shorts and panties to find her already needy core; Vivika purred. Thomas' nails were sharp but he didn't draw blood, just teased her with the possibility.
"Mmm, Thomas." She moaned softly as her head fell back against the mirrored wall.
Without warning a warm finger slipped inside her wet core wantonly, Vivika gripped on to Thomas tightly but he hardly even noticed the nails which dug into him deeply. Her legs opened as wide as they would for her Strigoi as pants and mews of want escaped her throat, all her weight supported by his handless arm.
Eichhorst heard her heart rate spike, a heavenly sound which filled him with an animalistic pride; her noises were always so delectable. The dark-haired human rocked her hips impatiently pushing back on his smooth fingers, the talented digits stretching her open. Vivika's whole body pulsed. She could feel Thomas' body against hers as her hips thrust up against his large hand, faster and faster, closer and closer to the end... to the bliss she so craved. She'd though she'd lost him but here he was, still alive, still unkillable. It was like standing at the top of a cliff, right on the edge of her climax. She needed this, she wanted this, wanted him. Closer, harder, faster. Until, with a shout, Vivika came. It wasn't long or indulgent like many of their other times together, this was quick and needy, fast and wanton.
The elevator doors rolled open then and before the twenty-one year old could even catch her breath Thomas had zipped though to what seemed to be a side office lightning quick – looked like someone had gotten his vampiric strength back - and slammed her down against a glass table so hard her head bounced but Vivika didn't mind the pain; liked it even.
Those quick hands of his made short work of shedding Vivika of every single article of clothing save for her heels; Thomas always liked the heels. Lips kissed up her porcelain skin smudging skin colored make-up here and there from her firm thighs, up her flat stomach, past the valley of her breasts and up to her neck.
"You're going to scream for me, my little whore."
Didn't that sound delightful? Thomas nipped at her skin teasing her with the risk of being cut – and then it all ended. Fucking people messing up their lives! Two sets of eyes flashed over to see Kelly carrying a make-up bag in one hand and a suit garment back dripped over her other arm while Zach trailed after her.
"Zach don't look!" Cried Kelly as she made to cover her child's view with said garment bag.
She seemed a little confused when neither Eichhorst nor Vivika showed any indication of embarrassment, Thomas just pressed another kiss to his beloved passionately and rose to his full height. Amazing how a man dressed half in tattered rags could still come across as imposing. Vivika reached for her clothes and started to dress but not with all that much urgency while Kelly herded her son out of the room.
"Back to work it would seem, my wife."
His raven-haired co-conspirator hummed in delight. "Never any rest for the wicked, Thomas. Also, I'm going to really enjoy you calling me that."
Everything was falling into place for The Master and the newly married couple along with him; not that it had been a wedding exactly.
