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Author's Note: Finally, after many hours spent pondering over this idea I have acted upon it. It is quite a bit different from my other Witchblade fic, Nonsense Is A Virtue. This has less humor, I should say. Plus, it is written in story format instead of dialog, as you can see. Well, now on with the reading . . .
Chapter 1 - The Final Night
Vicky Poe was going over another murder victim, as usual, in the cold forensics lab. She hadn't slept for days and soon felt the tiresome bones ache as she was examining her last subject.
What was going on in this world was a typical question that she has recently been asking herself nowadays. Every day there were at least ten more deaths that she found herself working on. Also, they all seemed to be linked to Sara Pezzini's recent case.
Sara always has the weird ones. A couple of weeks ago she remembered that one of the victims from her past case had a cross in his throat. Now all of them have two punctured holes in their necks. Vicky began to laugh at the thought of what Jake said earlier. "Vampires? Is Dracula on vacation in New York?" She laughed some more at his ridiculous speculation.
"Vampires . . ." Vicky rose from her chair and left the lab. Just one more cup of coffee and she can make it through the night. While walking over to the coffee maker she bumped into Jake Mc Carty, the believer in creatures of the night. "Uhh . . . Jake, sorry."
Jake looked at the tired forensic specialist. He noticed how tired and unusually drawn out she looked. All the times he's seen her before, though he never noticed what an attractive woman she is. Despite that she looks like she's about to kill over at that moment, he couldn't help but admire those big brown eyes that looked up at him. "Vick, what are you doing here so late?"
"Late? What time is it?" Not being able to wait for Jake's response, she grabbed his wrist and looked at the watch. Her eyes began to blur as she tried reading the tiny hands on the watch. "Midnight?"
"Yeah . . ." Jake regained his wrist from her grasp, though it was difficult in taking it away from her. Her touch was soft against his masculine hand, sending a rare feeling up his arm. "You need to get some rest. Here, I'll take you home."
Vicky saw that he was motioning toward her coffee to take it away. "No, I have only one more body left to look at. It will only take a couple of minutes."
"You can't drive home like that, though. You're about to fall over." He said, giving her a very concerned look, one that is not normally shared.
"I'll take a cab. Don't worry about it." Vicky walked off, leaving Jake standing alone without a chance to stop her. She was out of breath by the time she got back into the lab. It's been nearly impossible lately for her to do any physical exercise due to her overload of work.
The lights were off; the room was completely dark except for a tiny spot where the moon lit the floor. "That's funny . . . I don't remember turning off the lights."
All of a sudden there was a crashing noise that came from the corner of the room. Vicky tried to walk over to flip on the light switch, but was unsuccessful when an arm pulled her back. It pressed up against her bare collarbone, feeling cold and slimy compared to her smooth skin.
"Vick, I'm leaving. Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?" Jake yelled from the end of the long hallway that led to the lab.
She felt the free hand of the unearthly creature move to her throat and tighten a strong grasp around it. "Tell him you're fine." The voice was horrible, sounding like some kind of monster from an old "B-style" horror film.
What was she going to do? If she didn't do what it said it would kill her. Though it will probably kill her anyways, she had to admit she was a bit intrigued. What was it? Is it human? Questions wandered her mind, stalling her response to Jake. Finally, she came to her senses and did as it said. "It's okay, Jake. I'm almost through with this body and I'll get a cab."
"I can wait for you to finish if you want me to," his voice was beginning to sound closer to the doors leading to the lab.
"No. No . . . you go ahead and get some rest. I'll be fine." The creature, or whatever it was began to loosen its grip around her neck as both of them heard Jake's voice drift further away as he left. "Wh . . . what are you?" Vicky ran her hands around her released neck. She could feel the coldness from its skin still on her.
"What you will soon become." Slowly, it, the creature, stepped into the moonlight. Vicky stumbled backwards as she saw the deceased man that she was examining earlier appear before her eyes.
"You're . . . you're moving." The shakiness in her voice was easily detected.
"Yes," he replied with an evil grin across his face. "Yes." The man ran his fingers down her neck, admiring how long and full of life it was.
Vicky could feel his body moving closer to hers. She had to get away from him, but how? Her feet was off balanced, her body asleep from lack of rest, there was no way out. He moved closer to her, and she couldn't do anything. Soon she felt his lips brush up against her neck.
"This is what you want, trust me." With rapid movements and great force he dug his fangs into her neck, sucking the warm blood that flowed through her lovely body.
Vicky never felt anything like it before. At first there was pain, but then a feeling of excitement, pleasure. She felt herself pulling his mouth closer, somehow her body going against her minds will. "What is happening to me?"
Author's Note: Hehehe, there it is, the first chapter anyways! More to come and soon, maybe!
FEEDBACK: I would love it!
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: Finally, after many hours spent pondering over this idea I have acted upon it. It is quite a bit different from my other Witchblade fic, Nonsense Is A Virtue. This has less humor, I should say. Plus, it is written in story format instead of dialog, as you can see. Well, now on with the reading . . .
Chapter 1 - The Final Night
Vicky Poe was going over another murder victim, as usual, in the cold forensics lab. She hadn't slept for days and soon felt the tiresome bones ache as she was examining her last subject.
What was going on in this world was a typical question that she has recently been asking herself nowadays. Every day there were at least ten more deaths that she found herself working on. Also, they all seemed to be linked to Sara Pezzini's recent case.
Sara always has the weird ones. A couple of weeks ago she remembered that one of the victims from her past case had a cross in his throat. Now all of them have two punctured holes in their necks. Vicky began to laugh at the thought of what Jake said earlier. "Vampires? Is Dracula on vacation in New York?" She laughed some more at his ridiculous speculation.
"Vampires . . ." Vicky rose from her chair and left the lab. Just one more cup of coffee and she can make it through the night. While walking over to the coffee maker she bumped into Jake Mc Carty, the believer in creatures of the night. "Uhh . . . Jake, sorry."
Jake looked at the tired forensic specialist. He noticed how tired and unusually drawn out she looked. All the times he's seen her before, though he never noticed what an attractive woman she is. Despite that she looks like she's about to kill over at that moment, he couldn't help but admire those big brown eyes that looked up at him. "Vick, what are you doing here so late?"
"Late? What time is it?" Not being able to wait for Jake's response, she grabbed his wrist and looked at the watch. Her eyes began to blur as she tried reading the tiny hands on the watch. "Midnight?"
"Yeah . . ." Jake regained his wrist from her grasp, though it was difficult in taking it away from her. Her touch was soft against his masculine hand, sending a rare feeling up his arm. "You need to get some rest. Here, I'll take you home."
Vicky saw that he was motioning toward her coffee to take it away. "No, I have only one more body left to look at. It will only take a couple of minutes."
"You can't drive home like that, though. You're about to fall over." He said, giving her a very concerned look, one that is not normally shared.
"I'll take a cab. Don't worry about it." Vicky walked off, leaving Jake standing alone without a chance to stop her. She was out of breath by the time she got back into the lab. It's been nearly impossible lately for her to do any physical exercise due to her overload of work.
The lights were off; the room was completely dark except for a tiny spot where the moon lit the floor. "That's funny . . . I don't remember turning off the lights."
All of a sudden there was a crashing noise that came from the corner of the room. Vicky tried to walk over to flip on the light switch, but was unsuccessful when an arm pulled her back. It pressed up against her bare collarbone, feeling cold and slimy compared to her smooth skin.
"Vick, I'm leaving. Are you sure you don't want me to take you home?" Jake yelled from the end of the long hallway that led to the lab.
She felt the free hand of the unearthly creature move to her throat and tighten a strong grasp around it. "Tell him you're fine." The voice was horrible, sounding like some kind of monster from an old "B-style" horror film.
What was she going to do? If she didn't do what it said it would kill her. Though it will probably kill her anyways, she had to admit she was a bit intrigued. What was it? Is it human? Questions wandered her mind, stalling her response to Jake. Finally, she came to her senses and did as it said. "It's okay, Jake. I'm almost through with this body and I'll get a cab."
"I can wait for you to finish if you want me to," his voice was beginning to sound closer to the doors leading to the lab.
"No. No . . . you go ahead and get some rest. I'll be fine." The creature, or whatever it was began to loosen its grip around her neck as both of them heard Jake's voice drift further away as he left. "Wh . . . what are you?" Vicky ran her hands around her released neck. She could feel the coldness from its skin still on her.
"What you will soon become." Slowly, it, the creature, stepped into the moonlight. Vicky stumbled backwards as she saw the deceased man that she was examining earlier appear before her eyes.
"You're . . . you're moving." The shakiness in her voice was easily detected.
"Yes," he replied with an evil grin across his face. "Yes." The man ran his fingers down her neck, admiring how long and full of life it was.
Vicky could feel his body moving closer to hers. She had to get away from him, but how? Her feet was off balanced, her body asleep from lack of rest, there was no way out. He moved closer to her, and she couldn't do anything. Soon she felt his lips brush up against her neck.
"This is what you want, trust me." With rapid movements and great force he dug his fangs into her neck, sucking the warm blood that flowed through her lovely body.
Vicky never felt anything like it before. At first there was pain, but then a feeling of excitement, pleasure. She felt herself pulling his mouth closer, somehow her body going against her minds will. "What is happening to me?"
Author's Note: Hehehe, there it is, the first chapter anyways! More to come and soon, maybe!