Death comes in packs.
Disclaimer: Don't own it at all!!!
A/N: There is a slight bit of fluffy-ness ahead, not too bad though. Thank you all my reviewers. Glad to see there is a werewolf hidden amongst you lot as well. ^_~
Chapter eight, Where the dead live forever.
Mina and Sara settled down for the night in the giant down bed that was sitting in the middle of the room. Sara had managed to finagle three rooms out of Kenny, so everyone had to double up, the women in one room, Skinner and Sawyer in one and then Nemo and Jekyll in the last.
Sara sighed and fell back down onto the bed, her body causing the soft down to sag a little. She put her arms behind her head and looked back at Mina, who was sitting on the small stool in front of the even smaller vanity desk. Kenny and his family throughout the generations had made everything in this room. He was immensely proud of it, no matter how disproportioned some of it was. Mina hummed a little as she combed through her hair carefully. She had slipped into a silk nightgown she had brought with her.
Sara on the other hand, was wearing long white cotton one that she had picked up a year ago. The straps were maybe three finger lengths wide, and the top clung to her chest, but the waist opened out flowing around her, it looked more like something one would wear under a dress like a slip. She felt a little envious of the other woman, she was elegant and beautiful, and why would Jekyll choose her over Mina.
Maybe he didn't, maybe she wouldn't have him and you're just the rebound. A sadistic voice said in her mind.
No Jekyll would never do that, he's a good man.
But he's still a man they don't care either way as long as they have something. You're an animal never forget that.
She smiled and hugged herself tight. Not for long, soon this will be over.
No it won't, the voice said and sounded terrifyingly like a child's taunting voice, You are going to get them all killed Sara and you know it, don't try to hide it.
"What's the matter Sara?" Mina asked setting down the brush, she looked at Sara's vacantly worried expression, somewhat worried herself.
Sara looked up with a startling expression of surprise; she sat up and turned to face her, "Oh nothing, just thinking." She drew up her knees and felt once again like a child, she scowled and stretched out again. She was thirty after all. It was time to act her age.
Mina got up and rested on the bed beside her, she turned to face Sara, her cool green eyes locking onto the other woman pale brown ones. "You were thinking about Henry weren't you?"
Sweet Holy Mary Mother of Jesus! She knew! "N-no, what ever gave you that idea?"
"I've seen the way you regard him, you forget while the other men may not have guessed, I have. I was married once myself you know, and I know that look."
Sara silently crossed herself, she just suspected. "I don't want to talk of this." So much for acting her age, she sounded like a child. "I'm going for a walk the fresh air will do me some good."
"In your night clothes?" Mina asked slightly appalled by the though of doing something so unorthodox.
"I have been out in less than this before." She grinned and stepped towards the window. She was thinking more on her transformations than actual outings, but it was basically the same.
Mina stepped forward and placed a hand on Sara's arm, for a moment Sara thought the vampire was going to stop her, but then she smiled, "Go after him Sara."
Sara's grinned to match the other woman's, "I plan to." She said and slid out the window and onto the roof. She crouched down, watching her hand and foot holds with care. The shingles were falling as it already was, she didn't want to chance 'bringing down the house' as it were.
Slowly creeping down one foot at a time, she walked down the roof. From her vantage point she gazed at her surroundings, there was the forest to her immediate front the trees looking forebodingly dark. There were open fields that once were full of crops. They all had been harvested for the fall, leaving the earth smooth, and the rocky roads to her back. To her left though, a small cobbled bridge that lead into the forest. Fog blanketed most of the land. The moon was barely there, for that, at least, she was thankful.
A forest run would be too risky, she decided, looking at the trees branches like the welcoming arm of a lover. She would lose herself and end up in God knows where if she went in now. I'll just walk to the bridge; the running water will cool my head, she decided. She turned her back on the woods, but she could feel the metaphorical 'gaze' on her back, her legs ached with longing, she wanted to run, to hunt, to be free. NO! Her mind screamed and the feeling was gone, but it still buzzed in her head like an insect.
She crept left slowly, the farther she got the thicker the fog, she concentrated trying to become one with her surroundings, she didn't realize it yet but she was loosing her self, she sniffed the air, it smelled wet from the fog, and she smelled flesh, human flesh. Carefully she bounded from the roof, bending her knees to absorb the shock of the landing as she did. She crouched low to the ground and began to stalk forward, the smell of flesh getting closer, then she heard water, and her head cleared.
Must be the fog, she thought angrily. She stood straight and the cool fall breeze picked up and sent her hair eastward, her nightgown whipped about her trying to follow her hair. She took a tentative step forward, and realized she'd reached the bridge, as she felt to smooth, cool stone beneath her bare feet.
Jekyll stood up and straight from where he was leaning on the railing as he heard the soft padding of feet on stone. He'd decided to take a walk, he couldn't sleep, Nemo hadn't questioned his leaving the room after he'd said he'd needed air, Nemo knew that he always had a bottle of his serum on him, just in case. After much contemplation he decided the bridge was the best place to be, the sound of the babbling river cleared his head so that Hyde would not bother him too much. He could not sleep, not because of Hyde, but because he had too much on his mind. Mostly it was Sara.
She had kissed him, and he'd kissed her. 'What now?', was his main thought. He had feelings for the woman, not just lust but true feelings. One might even say it was love. But what did he know of these matters, he was a bubbling doctor, he'd never had time for anything like this.
He'd never wanted to get too close to anyone, when he thought he'd found someone he'd have liked to share his life with; he had let the opportunity fly by him time and time again. Just like Mina, a sadistic voice that surprisingly wasn't Hyde said. No, Mina wasn't this kind of feeling. Mina had been lust and nothing more. But Sara, she understood him, and he her, she didn't think him a monster. She had even told Hyde off for calling him a worm. Not that Hyde had listened.
The sound of footsteps grew closer and he looked up.
Speak of the devil; Hyde said inside his mind, I think I'll leave you alone to this, worm. And the voice of Hyde was gone, which left Jekyll more than a bit offset.
Jekyll saw what Hyde had meant as the windswept form of Sara came into view. Her white nightgown was billowing into the wind, hugging her generous form tightly on one side, and her hair swept back from her face in a cascade flowing onto the wind. He gulped at the sight of her. She wasn't really looking in his direction. She was gazing over the side of the bridge at the water rushing by, taking one slow step after another, as if the whole world was going to fall out from under her feet. He could hear her humming as if the wind itself was carrying it to him; it was the same song she had played earlier this night.
She turned her head slightly and gazed lazily about, then she saw him standing there looking at her and her lips formed an O.
"Hello Henry." She said and began walking in his direction, "what are you doing out here?"
"Thinking." He said, tearing his gaze away from her.
"Ah, yes," She said and leaned over the side of the bridge so that her forearms were propped on the cool stone and gazed down to the water, "we are two of the same mind then?"
He looked at her slowly trying to figure out what she meant, and then realized she had come out to think as well. "Y-yes I suppose we are." He then noticed the gooseflesh on her bare arms and realized for the first time she must be cold out here in the autumn air. He removed his jacket and placed it onto her shoulders gently. She turned her head around and looked at him surprised, her large brown eyes gazing at him quizzically. Then she smiled and nodded at him thankfully. "I thought you might be cold. You are out here in your nightclothes after all. You might catch a cold if your not too careful." He babbled on not quite sure what to say, so he said anything that came to mind, with out thinking.
Sara got up and turned to face him, his coat draped over her shoulders. "Henry." She said, but when she said it, he just started babbling more, "Henry." She said a little more forcefully, but he didn't stop, he reached into his coat pocket, and took out his watch and began fiddling it out of nervous habit. Sara took a step forward and snatched it out of his hands before he could stop her.
"You're going to wear a hole in this." She said, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He looked shocked. She smiled, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, full and passionately.
His initial shock wore off fast, and he pressed his lips down onto hers gently, wrapping his arms around her waist, his coat fell from her shoulders and fell across his arms, leaving her shoulders bare, he was suddenly aware of how little she really had on. She backed up into the side of the bridge, pinned between it and his body. The watch fell from her grasp and hit the stone with a clank, neither of them noticed.
Their kiss deepened, her body pressed against his, molding to him, fitting him exactly, like she knew every inch of him. And God, he wanted her too, but he was too much of a gentleman for that, at least now, anyways.
They broke away breathless, but she did not take her arms away from his shoulders. She just stood there holding him close. Sara rested her head on his chest, and listened to his heart. He moved his arms up and put the coat around her again, and he pulled her a little closer towards him, and her wrapped his arms tight around her slim frame protectively, breathing softy into her hair. Sara realized then that what she held now in her arms was what she had been wanting for so long.
She began to cry silently, tears running down her face, she sagged against his body and he supported her, all the years of pain, humiliation, and roaming fell down her face as she stood there in his arms.
"I love you." He whispered to her, his head resting on her hair.
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, he looked down shocked onto her; he hadn't realized she had been crying. "What's wrong?" He asked suddenly afraid it was something he had done.
"Nothing," she said, her tears stopped at his words, her eyes weren't even red, there was no indication she'd been crying save for the two trails the tears had left. "I love you too, Henry." She said and kissed him lightly. "I really do." She leaned her head back onto his chest and sighed, "Will you just stay with me a while, and hold me?" She asked tentatively.
"Of course." He said, and meant it. He'd be happy to stay here with her here forever if she asked him to. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small twinge of fear said that if he let go of her now, she might crumble like dust and scatter to the winds, and he would to. What ever happened after this would never be the same.
Sara didn't notice she felt safe in this man's arms. It was the first time in a long while she could say that. It didn't matter that tomorrow they'd all be on their way to Holycross, Tipperary. All that mattered was she was here now, and she could feel Jekyll in her arms, hear his heart beat, and his warm breath on her hair, that was all that really mattered to her.
Disclaimer: Don't own it at all!!!
A/N: There is a slight bit of fluffy-ness ahead, not too bad though. Thank you all my reviewers. Glad to see there is a werewolf hidden amongst you lot as well. ^_~
Chapter eight, Where the dead live forever.
Mina and Sara settled down for the night in the giant down bed that was sitting in the middle of the room. Sara had managed to finagle three rooms out of Kenny, so everyone had to double up, the women in one room, Skinner and Sawyer in one and then Nemo and Jekyll in the last.
Sara sighed and fell back down onto the bed, her body causing the soft down to sag a little. She put her arms behind her head and looked back at Mina, who was sitting on the small stool in front of the even smaller vanity desk. Kenny and his family throughout the generations had made everything in this room. He was immensely proud of it, no matter how disproportioned some of it was. Mina hummed a little as she combed through her hair carefully. She had slipped into a silk nightgown she had brought with her.
Sara on the other hand, was wearing long white cotton one that she had picked up a year ago. The straps were maybe three finger lengths wide, and the top clung to her chest, but the waist opened out flowing around her, it looked more like something one would wear under a dress like a slip. She felt a little envious of the other woman, she was elegant and beautiful, and why would Jekyll choose her over Mina.
Maybe he didn't, maybe she wouldn't have him and you're just the rebound. A sadistic voice said in her mind.
No Jekyll would never do that, he's a good man.
But he's still a man they don't care either way as long as they have something. You're an animal never forget that.
She smiled and hugged herself tight. Not for long, soon this will be over.
No it won't, the voice said and sounded terrifyingly like a child's taunting voice, You are going to get them all killed Sara and you know it, don't try to hide it.
"What's the matter Sara?" Mina asked setting down the brush, she looked at Sara's vacantly worried expression, somewhat worried herself.
Sara looked up with a startling expression of surprise; she sat up and turned to face her, "Oh nothing, just thinking." She drew up her knees and felt once again like a child, she scowled and stretched out again. She was thirty after all. It was time to act her age.
Mina got up and rested on the bed beside her, she turned to face Sara, her cool green eyes locking onto the other woman pale brown ones. "You were thinking about Henry weren't you?"
Sweet Holy Mary Mother of Jesus! She knew! "N-no, what ever gave you that idea?"
"I've seen the way you regard him, you forget while the other men may not have guessed, I have. I was married once myself you know, and I know that look."
Sara silently crossed herself, she just suspected. "I don't want to talk of this." So much for acting her age, she sounded like a child. "I'm going for a walk the fresh air will do me some good."
"In your night clothes?" Mina asked slightly appalled by the though of doing something so unorthodox.
"I have been out in less than this before." She grinned and stepped towards the window. She was thinking more on her transformations than actual outings, but it was basically the same.
Mina stepped forward and placed a hand on Sara's arm, for a moment Sara thought the vampire was going to stop her, but then she smiled, "Go after him Sara."
Sara's grinned to match the other woman's, "I plan to." She said and slid out the window and onto the roof. She crouched down, watching her hand and foot holds with care. The shingles were falling as it already was, she didn't want to chance 'bringing down the house' as it were.
Slowly creeping down one foot at a time, she walked down the roof. From her vantage point she gazed at her surroundings, there was the forest to her immediate front the trees looking forebodingly dark. There were open fields that once were full of crops. They all had been harvested for the fall, leaving the earth smooth, and the rocky roads to her back. To her left though, a small cobbled bridge that lead into the forest. Fog blanketed most of the land. The moon was barely there, for that, at least, she was thankful.
A forest run would be too risky, she decided, looking at the trees branches like the welcoming arm of a lover. She would lose herself and end up in God knows where if she went in now. I'll just walk to the bridge; the running water will cool my head, she decided. She turned her back on the woods, but she could feel the metaphorical 'gaze' on her back, her legs ached with longing, she wanted to run, to hunt, to be free. NO! Her mind screamed and the feeling was gone, but it still buzzed in her head like an insect.
She crept left slowly, the farther she got the thicker the fog, she concentrated trying to become one with her surroundings, she didn't realize it yet but she was loosing her self, she sniffed the air, it smelled wet from the fog, and she smelled flesh, human flesh. Carefully she bounded from the roof, bending her knees to absorb the shock of the landing as she did. She crouched low to the ground and began to stalk forward, the smell of flesh getting closer, then she heard water, and her head cleared.
Must be the fog, she thought angrily. She stood straight and the cool fall breeze picked up and sent her hair eastward, her nightgown whipped about her trying to follow her hair. She took a tentative step forward, and realized she'd reached the bridge, as she felt to smooth, cool stone beneath her bare feet.
Jekyll stood up and straight from where he was leaning on the railing as he heard the soft padding of feet on stone. He'd decided to take a walk, he couldn't sleep, Nemo hadn't questioned his leaving the room after he'd said he'd needed air, Nemo knew that he always had a bottle of his serum on him, just in case. After much contemplation he decided the bridge was the best place to be, the sound of the babbling river cleared his head so that Hyde would not bother him too much. He could not sleep, not because of Hyde, but because he had too much on his mind. Mostly it was Sara.
She had kissed him, and he'd kissed her. 'What now?', was his main thought. He had feelings for the woman, not just lust but true feelings. One might even say it was love. But what did he know of these matters, he was a bubbling doctor, he'd never had time for anything like this.
He'd never wanted to get too close to anyone, when he thought he'd found someone he'd have liked to share his life with; he had let the opportunity fly by him time and time again. Just like Mina, a sadistic voice that surprisingly wasn't Hyde said. No, Mina wasn't this kind of feeling. Mina had been lust and nothing more. But Sara, she understood him, and he her, she didn't think him a monster. She had even told Hyde off for calling him a worm. Not that Hyde had listened.
The sound of footsteps grew closer and he looked up.
Speak of the devil; Hyde said inside his mind, I think I'll leave you alone to this, worm. And the voice of Hyde was gone, which left Jekyll more than a bit offset.
Jekyll saw what Hyde had meant as the windswept form of Sara came into view. Her white nightgown was billowing into the wind, hugging her generous form tightly on one side, and her hair swept back from her face in a cascade flowing onto the wind. He gulped at the sight of her. She wasn't really looking in his direction. She was gazing over the side of the bridge at the water rushing by, taking one slow step after another, as if the whole world was going to fall out from under her feet. He could hear her humming as if the wind itself was carrying it to him; it was the same song she had played earlier this night.
She turned her head slightly and gazed lazily about, then she saw him standing there looking at her and her lips formed an O.
"Hello Henry." She said and began walking in his direction, "what are you doing out here?"
"Thinking." He said, tearing his gaze away from her.
"Ah, yes," She said and leaned over the side of the bridge so that her forearms were propped on the cool stone and gazed down to the water, "we are two of the same mind then?"
He looked at her slowly trying to figure out what she meant, and then realized she had come out to think as well. "Y-yes I suppose we are." He then noticed the gooseflesh on her bare arms and realized for the first time she must be cold out here in the autumn air. He removed his jacket and placed it onto her shoulders gently. She turned her head around and looked at him surprised, her large brown eyes gazing at him quizzically. Then she smiled and nodded at him thankfully. "I thought you might be cold. You are out here in your nightclothes after all. You might catch a cold if your not too careful." He babbled on not quite sure what to say, so he said anything that came to mind, with out thinking.
Sara got up and turned to face him, his coat draped over her shoulders. "Henry." She said, but when she said it, he just started babbling more, "Henry." She said a little more forcefully, but he didn't stop, he reached into his coat pocket, and took out his watch and began fiddling it out of nervous habit. Sara took a step forward and snatched it out of his hands before he could stop her.
"You're going to wear a hole in this." She said, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He looked shocked. She smiled, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, full and passionately.
His initial shock wore off fast, and he pressed his lips down onto hers gently, wrapping his arms around her waist, his coat fell from her shoulders and fell across his arms, leaving her shoulders bare, he was suddenly aware of how little she really had on. She backed up into the side of the bridge, pinned between it and his body. The watch fell from her grasp and hit the stone with a clank, neither of them noticed.
Their kiss deepened, her body pressed against his, molding to him, fitting him exactly, like she knew every inch of him. And God, he wanted her too, but he was too much of a gentleman for that, at least now, anyways.
They broke away breathless, but she did not take her arms away from his shoulders. She just stood there holding him close. Sara rested her head on his chest, and listened to his heart. He moved his arms up and put the coat around her again, and he pulled her a little closer towards him, and her wrapped his arms tight around her slim frame protectively, breathing softy into her hair. Sara realized then that what she held now in her arms was what she had been wanting for so long.
She began to cry silently, tears running down her face, she sagged against his body and he supported her, all the years of pain, humiliation, and roaming fell down her face as she stood there in his arms.
"I love you." He whispered to her, his head resting on her hair.
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, he looked down shocked onto her; he hadn't realized she had been crying. "What's wrong?" He asked suddenly afraid it was something he had done.
"Nothing," she said, her tears stopped at his words, her eyes weren't even red, there was no indication she'd been crying save for the two trails the tears had left. "I love you too, Henry." She said and kissed him lightly. "I really do." She leaned her head back onto his chest and sighed, "Will you just stay with me a while, and hold me?" She asked tentatively.
"Of course." He said, and meant it. He'd be happy to stay here with her here forever if she asked him to. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small twinge of fear said that if he let go of her now, she might crumble like dust and scatter to the winds, and he would to. What ever happened after this would never be the same.
Sara didn't notice she felt safe in this man's arms. It was the first time in a long while she could say that. It didn't matter that tomorrow they'd all be on their way to Holycross, Tipperary. All that mattered was she was here now, and she could feel Jekyll in her arms, hear his heart beat, and his warm breath on her hair, that was all that really mattered to her.