Realisation
Pairing: Star/Michael, Michael/David
Feedback: fayzalmoonbeam@hotmail.com
Summary: Star realises that she's not the only vampire Michael has
slept with. Sequel to Bloodlust and Heat, a missing scene from the
movie (although that's getting a bit tenuous now!)
"Hold me. Please, just hold me for a minute and then I'll..."
Michael's voice was breathless, with a touch of panic that Star
instinctively didn't like. She wrapped her arms around the trembling
man in front of her, and could feel his fear emanating like the
embrace of a cool winter's night. The sea beat time with her heart
as it caressed the warm sand of the Santa Carla beach, but she
barely noticed it.
"Michael, I'm going to ask you one more time; tell me what's wrong."
Star pleaded as she too began to tremble. She had never seen Michael
so scared.
"Star, I can't tell you," Michael whispered. "I wish I could but I
can't." He pulled back from her once more. "All I know is he's got a
hold on me, and I can't get away."
Star knew, without asking that Michael was referring to the
sadistically beautiful and untamed vampire David. Beloved. Seducer
of minds and bodies alike. And then, she realised something else.
"He's taken you, hasn't he?" She whispered, unconsciously moving
away from him. "He's made you one of his own."
Michael looked at her face fearfully, expecting to see disgust and
revulsion, and indeed, these things were present in her eyes. But so
was something else. Understanding. She knew what it was to be taken,
consumed, temporarily adored and then cast off by the one they
called David. His eyes filled with ears, and he blinked to see more
clearly. "I don't know what to do, Star," he murmured. "Help me,
please." He reached out to bring her closer to him, but she shied
from his touch.
"I get it, Michael," she said softly, but with an undercurrent
of bitter comprehension. "But don't ever ask me to like it." She
sighed. "He takes us all, devours us, brands us with his mark and
then abandons us. Marco, Paul, even me." She laughed, the bitterness
coming through more clearly. "Don't be fooled into thinking you're
not just one in a long, long line of conquests."
"Star, please, you don't understand..." Michael tried, but it was
hopeless. The perverse thing was that he knew Star did comprehend the
feelings he was going through. And the knowledge that the understanding
brought was tearing her apart. Michael could see it in her eyes.
"I have to go," Star said softly, turning away from Michael.
"No, please, don't leave me," Michael replied desperately. He was
afraid to be alone. His body might be crying out for David, but his
mind feared the solitude that doomed him to David's touch. Or did he
just fear an eternity without the blond vampire's intimate caress?
He no longer knew. All he did know was that if Star left him now, he
was perpetually vulnerable.
"We all have to face it Michael," Star muttered. "All of us need to
come to terms with the fact that once we've been with him, we are
never truly safe." She paused, as if reflecting on her own
words. "Nor do we truly want to be." She leaned forward and kissed
Michael full on the mouth. "I have to go."
"Star!" Michael cried as she turned away from him. But it was no
good; she, it seemed, was resolute. As he watched Star walk away
from him, he knew that he was now compelled, like an addict, to seek
a hit of his own personal addiction. Michael began to tremble,
knowing that he was unable to refuse his own body's desires. He
began to walk in the opposite direction from Star, drawn to the cave
and the source of his desire.
He got exactly three and a half strides before David came. The
spellbinding immortal appeared in less than a heartbeat; his
sardonic smile made an already heated Michael blush. The faint
breeze rustled his greatcoat and caressed his white-platinum hair as
he looked his latest conquest straight in the eye.
"Going somewhere, angel?" David rasped, his voice as darkly abrasive
as raw silk in the night air. His lips were clothed in a mocking
smile as he surveyed his latest conquest.
"Leave me alone, David," Michael replied shakily, refusing to call
him by his "real" name, as David had done. He tried to turn back
away from the vampire, but David's presence was too intense.
"You will never be free of me," David whispered, so low that Michael
only just heard him. "We are linked eternally, you and I." He
reached forwards with one pale hand and stroked Michael's trembling
mouth. He smiled as he felt Michael's shaking response to his
nearness.
"No," Michael whispered, his voice barely audible above the rush of
the waves on the shore. "Not this time...beloved." With an effort of
will borne more of desperation than desire, Michael moved away, so
that the physical connection between the two men was broken. Feeling
a jolt of surprise, he stepped back further, shocked at his
ability to do so.
"You will come to me again, Michael," David purred, never once
breaking eye contact with the other man. "You will be mine again."
He smiled suddenly, disarmingly.
"Not tonight," Michael said softly. "Tonight you are not going to
win." Reaching deep into the recesses of whatever determination he had left,
he looked away from David and turned to walk away from the beach.
"Not tonight, angel, but again," David reiterated as he allowed
Michael to leave. He was not yet finished with this particular
conquest; nor did he feel he would be for a time to come.
Pairing: Star/Michael, Michael/David
Feedback: fayzalmoonbeam@hotmail.com
Summary: Star realises that she's not the only vampire Michael has
slept with. Sequel to Bloodlust and Heat, a missing scene from the
movie (although that's getting a bit tenuous now!)
"Hold me. Please, just hold me for a minute and then I'll..."
Michael's voice was breathless, with a touch of panic that Star
instinctively didn't like. She wrapped her arms around the trembling
man in front of her, and could feel his fear emanating like the
embrace of a cool winter's night. The sea beat time with her heart
as it caressed the warm sand of the Santa Carla beach, but she
barely noticed it.
"Michael, I'm going to ask you one more time; tell me what's wrong."
Star pleaded as she too began to tremble. She had never seen Michael
so scared.
"Star, I can't tell you," Michael whispered. "I wish I could but I
can't." He pulled back from her once more. "All I know is he's got a
hold on me, and I can't get away."
Star knew, without asking that Michael was referring to the
sadistically beautiful and untamed vampire David. Beloved. Seducer
of minds and bodies alike. And then, she realised something else.
"He's taken you, hasn't he?" She whispered, unconsciously moving
away from him. "He's made you one of his own."
Michael looked at her face fearfully, expecting to see disgust and
revulsion, and indeed, these things were present in her eyes. But so
was something else. Understanding. She knew what it was to be taken,
consumed, temporarily adored and then cast off by the one they
called David. His eyes filled with ears, and he blinked to see more
clearly. "I don't know what to do, Star," he murmured. "Help me,
please." He reached out to bring her closer to him, but she shied
from his touch.
"I get it, Michael," she said softly, but with an undercurrent
of bitter comprehension. "But don't ever ask me to like it." She
sighed. "He takes us all, devours us, brands us with his mark and
then abandons us. Marco, Paul, even me." She laughed, the bitterness
coming through more clearly. "Don't be fooled into thinking you're
not just one in a long, long line of conquests."
"Star, please, you don't understand..." Michael tried, but it was
hopeless. The perverse thing was that he knew Star did comprehend the
feelings he was going through. And the knowledge that the understanding
brought was tearing her apart. Michael could see it in her eyes.
"I have to go," Star said softly, turning away from Michael.
"No, please, don't leave me," Michael replied desperately. He was
afraid to be alone. His body might be crying out for David, but his
mind feared the solitude that doomed him to David's touch. Or did he
just fear an eternity without the blond vampire's intimate caress?
He no longer knew. All he did know was that if Star left him now, he
was perpetually vulnerable.
"We all have to face it Michael," Star muttered. "All of us need to
come to terms with the fact that once we've been with him, we are
never truly safe." She paused, as if reflecting on her own
words. "Nor do we truly want to be." She leaned forward and kissed
Michael full on the mouth. "I have to go."
"Star!" Michael cried as she turned away from him. But it was no
good; she, it seemed, was resolute. As he watched Star walk away
from him, he knew that he was now compelled, like an addict, to seek
a hit of his own personal addiction. Michael began to tremble,
knowing that he was unable to refuse his own body's desires. He
began to walk in the opposite direction from Star, drawn to the cave
and the source of his desire.
He got exactly three and a half strides before David came. The
spellbinding immortal appeared in less than a heartbeat; his
sardonic smile made an already heated Michael blush. The faint
breeze rustled his greatcoat and caressed his white-platinum hair as
he looked his latest conquest straight in the eye.
"Going somewhere, angel?" David rasped, his voice as darkly abrasive
as raw silk in the night air. His lips were clothed in a mocking
smile as he surveyed his latest conquest.
"Leave me alone, David," Michael replied shakily, refusing to call
him by his "real" name, as David had done. He tried to turn back
away from the vampire, but David's presence was too intense.
"You will never be free of me," David whispered, so low that Michael
only just heard him. "We are linked eternally, you and I." He
reached forwards with one pale hand and stroked Michael's trembling
mouth. He smiled as he felt Michael's shaking response to his
nearness.
"No," Michael whispered, his voice barely audible above the rush of
the waves on the shore. "Not this time...beloved." With an effort of
will borne more of desperation than desire, Michael moved away, so
that the physical connection between the two men was broken. Feeling
a jolt of surprise, he stepped back further, shocked at his
ability to do so.
"You will come to me again, Michael," David purred, never once
breaking eye contact with the other man. "You will be mine again."
He smiled suddenly, disarmingly.
"Not tonight," Michael said softly. "Tonight you are not going to
win." Reaching deep into the recesses of whatever determination he had left,
he looked away from David and turned to walk away from the beach.
"Not tonight, angel, but again," David reiterated as he allowed
Michael to leave. He was not yet finished with this particular
conquest; nor did he feel he would be for a time to come.