Saving Her
A Cure or a Curse? Disclaimer: I don't own Port Charles, but I DO own Brian Gaskill ;)!!!!!! A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out. I had a major change in the story, and it is a bit more complex. I had to work some of it out before I could post again. Also, you may have noticed the rating change. I felt that this new version was too much for PG. Oh, and another tidbit that I should have mentioned in the beginning is that there is NO HOT SPRING IN THIS STORY.
It was late at night, but Alison couldn't sleep. Partly it was because she couldn't stand the thought of having another nightmare, partly because her stomach wouldn't let her. She was left to think about what Rafe was doing right then. Did he make it to Transylvannia okay? Did he find the cure? When would he be coming back?
Alison couldn't stand it any longer. She hated having nothing to do but lay in bed and worry. Quietly, she got out of bed and went into the living room. (A/N: Earlier I mentioned that Lucy and Ian were staying at Alison's. But because Alison doesn't even have a couch, I thought it would be better if she stayed with them at Lucy's instead.) When she got there, she found Ian; engrossed in something he was working on.
"Ian, I didn't know you were awake," Alison said.
Ian looked up surprised. "Same here," he said. "Shouldn't you be resting?"
"What does it matter? That won't make me better!" Alison replied bitterly.
"I know what that's like," Ian said softly.
Alison immediately felt bad for her outburst. Of COURSE Ian knew what she was going threw! He was a vampire, something that he despised, and he couldn't be cured either. She went over to the couch where Ian was stationed and sat down next to him. Ian quickly put whatever he was working on away.
"Whatcha go there?" Alison asked.
"Oh, nothin'," Ian replied hurriedly. "Just a little project."
"Oh." They sat in silence for another minute, neither sure of what to say. Finally, Alison let out the question that had been burning in her mind.
"What's it like?"
Ian looked confused. "What's what like? Being a vampire?"
Alison shook her head.
"Well, how exactly do you describe hell? It's horrible, to put it lightly. I get this hunger. It's like a burning desire that consumes you. The longer I fight it, the worse it gets. I'm just lucky that Lucy can, uh, help me with that. But it's not just the hunger, Alison. It's what I'm hungry FOR. Human blood. I mean, I'm a doctor, dammit! It's my job to help people, not to want to suck them dry! What good am I if I can't even do my job? Or take care of my son, because I'm afraid that I'll hurt him? Or-"
Alison interrupted a now choked up Ian by putting her arms around him. She held him close, trying to comfort him. She had a feeling that he hadn't meant to tell her that much, but she was glad he did. Now she could see how hard this was for him, and how much he hated himself for something he couldn't help. A sense of admiration towards Ian came to life in her.
After awhile, Alison finally broke the silence between them. "You're a lot of good, Ian," she said. "More than you know."
~*~*~*~*~
It seemed to Rafe that for a moment, time was standing still. He could barely breathe, and it felt as though his heart had stopped beating.
He had found it.
Right there, in the book, was a description of the epidemic sweeping through Port Charles. It talked about everything; the dizziness, flu- symptoms, seizures, coma and death just as Chris had. But it didn't stop there. Rafe became to read aloud, to reassure himself that he had really found this.
"'A vampire has the power to set loose such a curse. It does so through a ritual still unknown to slayers. It can only be stopped by slaying the vampire that set in loose.'" Rafe was beginning to get exited. All he had to do was kill the vampire that had set the disease in motion. Obviously, that was Caleb. All of the other vampires (Reese, Caz, Joshua, Ian and Elizabeth) wouldn't have the chops to do such a thing. 'Last time we tried to kill him it didn't work, but I'll make SURE it does this time. I just need to keep Tess away from him.' Rafe's mind had already begun to form a plan when he realized that there was more about this in the book. When he read it, his heart sank.
"'However, killing the vampire will not cure those already effected.'"
"No!" Rafe said, panicking. "This can't be happening. There has to be another way. There has to be!"
Rafe franticly read on, praying that there would be something there that could help Alison. On the next page, his prayers were both answered and crushed at the same time. He could do nothing more than stare at the pages in disbelief, as if it were written in a foreign language. He tried to breathe, but found himself unable to do so. He was shaking so hard he nearly dropped the book. Hot tears ran down his face, and he could see nothing but the words in front of him, his worst nightmare coming true.
"The only way to cure those effected is for them to be bitten by a vampire."
A Cure or a Curse? Disclaimer: I don't own Port Charles, but I DO own Brian Gaskill ;)!!!!!! A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out. I had a major change in the story, and it is a bit more complex. I had to work some of it out before I could post again. Also, you may have noticed the rating change. I felt that this new version was too much for PG. Oh, and another tidbit that I should have mentioned in the beginning is that there is NO HOT SPRING IN THIS STORY.
It was late at night, but Alison couldn't sleep. Partly it was because she couldn't stand the thought of having another nightmare, partly because her stomach wouldn't let her. She was left to think about what Rafe was doing right then. Did he make it to Transylvannia okay? Did he find the cure? When would he be coming back?
Alison couldn't stand it any longer. She hated having nothing to do but lay in bed and worry. Quietly, she got out of bed and went into the living room. (A/N: Earlier I mentioned that Lucy and Ian were staying at Alison's. But because Alison doesn't even have a couch, I thought it would be better if she stayed with them at Lucy's instead.) When she got there, she found Ian; engrossed in something he was working on.
"Ian, I didn't know you were awake," Alison said.
Ian looked up surprised. "Same here," he said. "Shouldn't you be resting?"
"What does it matter? That won't make me better!" Alison replied bitterly.
"I know what that's like," Ian said softly.
Alison immediately felt bad for her outburst. Of COURSE Ian knew what she was going threw! He was a vampire, something that he despised, and he couldn't be cured either. She went over to the couch where Ian was stationed and sat down next to him. Ian quickly put whatever he was working on away.
"Whatcha go there?" Alison asked.
"Oh, nothin'," Ian replied hurriedly. "Just a little project."
"Oh." They sat in silence for another minute, neither sure of what to say. Finally, Alison let out the question that had been burning in her mind.
"What's it like?"
Ian looked confused. "What's what like? Being a vampire?"
Alison shook her head.
"Well, how exactly do you describe hell? It's horrible, to put it lightly. I get this hunger. It's like a burning desire that consumes you. The longer I fight it, the worse it gets. I'm just lucky that Lucy can, uh, help me with that. But it's not just the hunger, Alison. It's what I'm hungry FOR. Human blood. I mean, I'm a doctor, dammit! It's my job to help people, not to want to suck them dry! What good am I if I can't even do my job? Or take care of my son, because I'm afraid that I'll hurt him? Or-"
Alison interrupted a now choked up Ian by putting her arms around him. She held him close, trying to comfort him. She had a feeling that he hadn't meant to tell her that much, but she was glad he did. Now she could see how hard this was for him, and how much he hated himself for something he couldn't help. A sense of admiration towards Ian came to life in her.
After awhile, Alison finally broke the silence between them. "You're a lot of good, Ian," she said. "More than you know."
~*~*~*~*~
It seemed to Rafe that for a moment, time was standing still. He could barely breathe, and it felt as though his heart had stopped beating.
He had found it.
Right there, in the book, was a description of the epidemic sweeping through Port Charles. It talked about everything; the dizziness, flu- symptoms, seizures, coma and death just as Chris had. But it didn't stop there. Rafe became to read aloud, to reassure himself that he had really found this.
"'A vampire has the power to set loose such a curse. It does so through a ritual still unknown to slayers. It can only be stopped by slaying the vampire that set in loose.'" Rafe was beginning to get exited. All he had to do was kill the vampire that had set the disease in motion. Obviously, that was Caleb. All of the other vampires (Reese, Caz, Joshua, Ian and Elizabeth) wouldn't have the chops to do such a thing. 'Last time we tried to kill him it didn't work, but I'll make SURE it does this time. I just need to keep Tess away from him.' Rafe's mind had already begun to form a plan when he realized that there was more about this in the book. When he read it, his heart sank.
"'However, killing the vampire will not cure those already effected.'"
"No!" Rafe said, panicking. "This can't be happening. There has to be another way. There has to be!"
Rafe franticly read on, praying that there would be something there that could help Alison. On the next page, his prayers were both answered and crushed at the same time. He could do nothing more than stare at the pages in disbelief, as if it were written in a foreign language. He tried to breathe, but found himself unable to do so. He was shaking so hard he nearly dropped the book. Hot tears ran down his face, and he could see nothing but the words in front of him, his worst nightmare coming true.
"The only way to cure those effected is for them to be bitten by a vampire."