Dark Healer
Chapter 2
A Christine Feehan Fanfic
By Michelle Annette Clapp
Heyo! I know I know I'm updating a LITTLE early… but I really didn't write this story for people to review. So unlike my other Fics I'm not waiting for people to review… though they are HIGHLY appreciated! And I will answer any questions you have and answer any Review that you give.
I decided to make our Carpathian male guy here 150 years old instead. No problems with you people? Good!
By the way Reviews are appreciated flames will be used to make smores. So don't bother sending them… unless you want me to stuff my face with yummy yummy smores…. Because I can! lol.
Um… yah I'm in a BLAH BLAH mood heh. Oh well doesn't matter to much! Most people ignore this part anyways. RIGHT?!?! RIGHT! :P so I'm kind of just babeling to my self… but that doesn't matter cause you're probably not reading this!... but if you are… well… WHY ARE YOU!?!? Get to the story! Ignore my endless Babel! The stories probably much more entertaining then I will ever be!
Warning: I do not own any of the Dark Series and because this is a FANFIC you can't sue me so HA! I make no money of off Christine's hunky yummy Carpathian males… and I REALLY wish they were real. You can only guess why. :P Original Characters are all mine so no pokies!
*****
The smell of wood smoke drifted around the room as Nittia slowly opened her eyes. She was on a soft velvety couch with a warm blanket over her. The room felt warm in both looks and energy as she spotted a fire going in the fireplace. She closed her eyes again to smell the sweet tang of cedar and listened to the sound of fire crackling.
"You're awake." A voice like that of sweet velvet washed over her, causing sweet ripples down her spine. She opened her eyes once again to be blessed with the sight of a tall slender and well built man. His long locks of bluish hair glittered in the firelight, his face was that of a god, even better than a gods, and his small smile made her heart do a summersault.
Yummy was all she could think of as her eyes rested on him, she felt she could look at this stranger forever. The man smirked almost as if hearing her thought and she heard the distinct sound of laughter in her mind.
"Where am I?" Nittia asked trying to get her bearings as she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"You're in the Carpathian mountains." When Nittia didn't blink he continued, "More to the point you're in my cabin."
Nittia nodded, her still sleepy brain working sluggishly yet as she mulled over this. Suddenly she was begging to wonder if coming out here had been a good idea.
"Why am I here?"
"I found you on the path and saw you asleep so I took you here."
Nittia could sense the lie on him, and being the normal honest and to the point person she was she replied to his lie with, "You're lying."
The man blinked a few times then nodded, "Yes I am… half…" His voice went down an octave sweetening his voice even more, "But I don't think you want to know the whole truth."
Nittia held the blanket close to her suddenly shivering, guessing things and putting one and one together.
"You were the wolf."
The mans eyes didn't widen in shock but she could feel shock coming from him, "How did you know?"
"I'm guessing you're a Carpathian and from you're answer I'm guessing I'm right."
Stalking up to her like a panther Nittia could see his dark Violet eyes even closer now causing more shivers to run through her body.
How do you know of Carpathians? He asked in her mind. She could feel the obvious poking at her mind's shield. She wasn't afraid of hiding anything and willingly let him meld his mind with hers. After a pause he backed away and shook his head.
"I'm sorry…" his velvety voice was filled with compassion.
"For what?" she asked softly.
"For your loss…. I understand what it feels like to loose some one close."
Nittia silently cursed him as she felt tears begging to well up once again and her sorrow was starting to come back to the surface.
"Don't worry about it." She chocked out.
Sitting on his knee's with the elegance of a panther he gently wiped a renegade tear trailing down. Gasping Nittia pulled back a little from the spark that had erupted through her at the small tender movement.
He seemed to ignore her reaction and spoke softly, "I did not mean to bring back terrible memories… I am sorry."
"It's okay… d… don't worry about it." She stuttered.
She felt her heart beat speeding up as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Strong emotions she'd never felt for anyone stirred deeply in her heart.
"I should have introduced myself to you… My name is Janevon. I'm the son of Gregori and Savvanah, grandson of Mikhail the dark prince."
"You mean… every one… is real?"
Janevon nodded his head, "Yes they are. As am I." He whispered that last part, his velvet voice wrapping silk around her.
"My name is Nittia Johnson…" she spoke trying to break the spell he was weaving about her. How could he have such a strong influence to her emotions, no man had ever done that.
"You are physic are you not?" Janevon asked softly to her.
She nodded her head gently, "Yes…"
"Good… the other's might want to meet you."
Nittia felt her heart drop, she had hopped he would say she was his lifemate, but… if he couldn't tell, then maybe she wasn't and her body was being unbelievably cruel to her.
"I….I should get back to the Inn. The group might get suspicious or worried if I don't show up soon."
"They would probably love to meet me wouldn't they." He said.
Nittia nodded, "Yes… but I don't know if it would be wise."
"Yes it wouldn't be wise."
"How old are you?" Nittia blurted the question out.
"150… why?"
"Just wondering if you were an ancient… or…"
"Ah… details…" Janevon thought for a moment, "Well you could just read my mind."
"You'd have to let me in."
"And I will." His soft voice whispered near her ear. He was so close she was having trouble thinking strait.
"A…alright…" Closing her eyes to help her focus she entered Janevons' mind sensing the demon in him already strong when he was so young. She watched as his father Gregori taught him the dark arts as well as healing. She watched as his color and feelings he had once had disappear at the age of 40. She watched as he was forced to kill one of the male Carpathians that had been like his big brother. After that he had killed many vampires, being surprisingly strong at such a young age he had become a hunter.
He had decided to come to his mother and fathers homeland to bring his soul some comfort after he had killed the vampire that smelled fresh of the blood of Nicole.
Nittia quickly pulled out looking at him, "You killed Nicole's murderer…" She paused for just a moment before flinging her arms around him, "Thank you!"
Janevon stood stock still for a moment surprised but relaxed into her hug wrapping his arms about her, "You're welcome" he replied surprised. He paused for a moment wondering at the emotions that he was feeling from Nittia's arms just being wrapped around him and from her gratitude.
He quickly disposed of that thought thinking is was just from her being an Empath. She wasn't shielded so she was projecting her emotions into him. And like all human women they find them selves severely attracted to Male Carpathians, so the attraction and appeal he was feeling was just hers.
Pulling back Nittia wiped some tears that had come back. Janevon found himself compelled to touch her as much as possible and wiped them away again with his fingers. She smiled at him and he felt his heart doing a summersault. She must be a very strong empath, he thought.
"I need to take you back now." His voice whispered near her ear as he picked her up. He felt him self grow strangely tight as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelled her scent and it seemed to arouse him even more.
Nittia nodded her head in acknowledgment against his shoulder. She inhaled his musky male scent and closed her eyes feeling in heaven. She wanted to be near him like this forever. She couldn't understand why but she was going to enjoy it while she could.
With her eyes hidden in his shoulder she only noticed the swift breeze telling her that he had used his supernatural speed to get her back to the Inn. She pulled her head back a little to look up at the two story building with a wooden sign hanging down next to the door saying "Inn". She smiled but didn't want to leave his arms yet.
As Janevon was starting to lower her to the ground he heard her mumble softly to not let her down yet. And seemingly enough he didn't want to let go of her either.
"NITTIA!" a male voice rang from the now open doorway of the Inn a young good looking man ran out of the Inn looking worried and hurried over to Nittia.
"Were did you go? I was starting to get worried." Eric spurted out.
"She needed some time alone," Janevon spoke trying not to growl at Eric. What was with him? He was finding himself becoming very jealous of this man Eric who seemed to be pretty close to his Nittia… wait a minute. HIS?!?
Eric nodded, "Ah that does happen." He looked to Nittia who still didn't seem to want to move from this strangers arms. He raised his eyebrows looking suspiciously up at the stranger, "were did you find her?"
Nittia decided to put a word in finally getting enough strength and will power to move away, "He found me on the path… I'd cried so hard I fell asleep. He took me to his cabin until I woke up and then took me back here." She looked up at Janevon smiling as he lowered her to the ground, "Thank you Janevon."
Janevons' heart did a flip flop at that smile and he couldn't help but smile back at her. Eric was watching the two of them suspiciously, "Yes… thank you." He mumbled before taking Nittia hand. When Janevon growled at him he paused letting go of her hand and looking at Janevon.
"Did you just growl?"
Janevon just stared at him with those deadly violet eyes. Eric hadn't noticed before with Nittia curled up in his arms but now he could see it. This man was dangerous. Every pore of his body seemed to be reeking danger.
"Maybe it was just my imagination." He said using it to excuse himself and Nittia back into the cabin.
Do you want to meet me again tomorrow night? Janevons' voice asked velvet and soft in her mind.
I would love to. She replied not even thinking twice about her answer, Will you meet me here at the Inn tomorrow night at 6? She felt his acknowledgement and then realized that Eric had been ranting to her the entire time they had been in the Inn.
"I'm sorry… what did you say?"
"Why do you keep zoning out like that lately Nittia?! And what was with that guy? He's dangerous what were you doing with him? Why didn't you tell me that you were still hurting over Nicole's death! I wouldn't have had you come if you had just told me."
"I didn't want to ruin you're vacation" Nittia spoke quietly being overwhelmed by her friends large amount of emotions and confusion. She hadn't shielded yet so she was getting the full blast of it like a bomb blowing up in her face.
She felt Janevon in her mind again and the next thing she knew Eric's mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. And he didn't seem to notice either. She heard him laughing causing a ripple of pleasure running through her and she couldn't help but smile as she turned away from Eric and headed up to her room.
By this time Eric HAD noticed that he wasn't talking and he started to get frantic, waving his arms about the place. Watching this view from the upper stairs in the shadows Nittia burst out laughing. Okay you can let him go now Janevon. She felt his laughter as he disappeared. When his voice was gone she leaned against the wall for a moment just mulling over everything. Noticing Eric starting up the stairs she quickly opened her door and fled inside.
Chapter 2
A Christine Feehan Fanfic
By Michelle Annette Clapp
Heyo! I know I know I'm updating a LITTLE early… but I really didn't write this story for people to review. So unlike my other Fics I'm not waiting for people to review… though they are HIGHLY appreciated! And I will answer any questions you have and answer any Review that you give.
I decided to make our Carpathian male guy here 150 years old instead. No problems with you people? Good!
By the way Reviews are appreciated flames will be used to make smores. So don't bother sending them… unless you want me to stuff my face with yummy yummy smores…. Because I can! lol.
Um… yah I'm in a BLAH BLAH mood heh. Oh well doesn't matter to much! Most people ignore this part anyways. RIGHT?!?! RIGHT! :P so I'm kind of just babeling to my self… but that doesn't matter cause you're probably not reading this!... but if you are… well… WHY ARE YOU!?!? Get to the story! Ignore my endless Babel! The stories probably much more entertaining then I will ever be!
Warning: I do not own any of the Dark Series and because this is a FANFIC you can't sue me so HA! I make no money of off Christine's hunky yummy Carpathian males… and I REALLY wish they were real. You can only guess why. :P Original Characters are all mine so no pokies!
*****
The smell of wood smoke drifted around the room as Nittia slowly opened her eyes. She was on a soft velvety couch with a warm blanket over her. The room felt warm in both looks and energy as she spotted a fire going in the fireplace. She closed her eyes again to smell the sweet tang of cedar and listened to the sound of fire crackling.
"You're awake." A voice like that of sweet velvet washed over her, causing sweet ripples down her spine. She opened her eyes once again to be blessed with the sight of a tall slender and well built man. His long locks of bluish hair glittered in the firelight, his face was that of a god, even better than a gods, and his small smile made her heart do a summersault.
Yummy was all she could think of as her eyes rested on him, she felt she could look at this stranger forever. The man smirked almost as if hearing her thought and she heard the distinct sound of laughter in her mind.
"Where am I?" Nittia asked trying to get her bearings as she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position.
"You're in the Carpathian mountains." When Nittia didn't blink he continued, "More to the point you're in my cabin."
Nittia nodded, her still sleepy brain working sluggishly yet as she mulled over this. Suddenly she was begging to wonder if coming out here had been a good idea.
"Why am I here?"
"I found you on the path and saw you asleep so I took you here."
Nittia could sense the lie on him, and being the normal honest and to the point person she was she replied to his lie with, "You're lying."
The man blinked a few times then nodded, "Yes I am… half…" His voice went down an octave sweetening his voice even more, "But I don't think you want to know the whole truth."
Nittia held the blanket close to her suddenly shivering, guessing things and putting one and one together.
"You were the wolf."
The mans eyes didn't widen in shock but she could feel shock coming from him, "How did you know?"
"I'm guessing you're a Carpathian and from you're answer I'm guessing I'm right."
Stalking up to her like a panther Nittia could see his dark Violet eyes even closer now causing more shivers to run through her body.
How do you know of Carpathians? He asked in her mind. She could feel the obvious poking at her mind's shield. She wasn't afraid of hiding anything and willingly let him meld his mind with hers. After a pause he backed away and shook his head.
"I'm sorry…" his velvety voice was filled with compassion.
"For what?" she asked softly.
"For your loss…. I understand what it feels like to loose some one close."
Nittia silently cursed him as she felt tears begging to well up once again and her sorrow was starting to come back to the surface.
"Don't worry about it." She chocked out.
Sitting on his knee's with the elegance of a panther he gently wiped a renegade tear trailing down. Gasping Nittia pulled back a little from the spark that had erupted through her at the small tender movement.
He seemed to ignore her reaction and spoke softly, "I did not mean to bring back terrible memories… I am sorry."
"It's okay… d… don't worry about it." She stuttered.
She felt her heart beat speeding up as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Strong emotions she'd never felt for anyone stirred deeply in her heart.
"I should have introduced myself to you… My name is Janevon. I'm the son of Gregori and Savvanah, grandson of Mikhail the dark prince."
"You mean… every one… is real?"
Janevon nodded his head, "Yes they are. As am I." He whispered that last part, his velvet voice wrapping silk around her.
"My name is Nittia Johnson…" she spoke trying to break the spell he was weaving about her. How could he have such a strong influence to her emotions, no man had ever done that.
"You are physic are you not?" Janevon asked softly to her.
She nodded her head gently, "Yes…"
"Good… the other's might want to meet you."
Nittia felt her heart drop, she had hopped he would say she was his lifemate, but… if he couldn't tell, then maybe she wasn't and her body was being unbelievably cruel to her.
"I….I should get back to the Inn. The group might get suspicious or worried if I don't show up soon."
"They would probably love to meet me wouldn't they." He said.
Nittia nodded, "Yes… but I don't know if it would be wise."
"Yes it wouldn't be wise."
"How old are you?" Nittia blurted the question out.
"150… why?"
"Just wondering if you were an ancient… or…"
"Ah… details…" Janevon thought for a moment, "Well you could just read my mind."
"You'd have to let me in."
"And I will." His soft voice whispered near her ear. He was so close she was having trouble thinking strait.
"A…alright…" Closing her eyes to help her focus she entered Janevons' mind sensing the demon in him already strong when he was so young. She watched as his father Gregori taught him the dark arts as well as healing. She watched as his color and feelings he had once had disappear at the age of 40. She watched as he was forced to kill one of the male Carpathians that had been like his big brother. After that he had killed many vampires, being surprisingly strong at such a young age he had become a hunter.
He had decided to come to his mother and fathers homeland to bring his soul some comfort after he had killed the vampire that smelled fresh of the blood of Nicole.
Nittia quickly pulled out looking at him, "You killed Nicole's murderer…" She paused for just a moment before flinging her arms around him, "Thank you!"
Janevon stood stock still for a moment surprised but relaxed into her hug wrapping his arms about her, "You're welcome" he replied surprised. He paused for a moment wondering at the emotions that he was feeling from Nittia's arms just being wrapped around him and from her gratitude.
He quickly disposed of that thought thinking is was just from her being an Empath. She wasn't shielded so she was projecting her emotions into him. And like all human women they find them selves severely attracted to Male Carpathians, so the attraction and appeal he was feeling was just hers.
Pulling back Nittia wiped some tears that had come back. Janevon found himself compelled to touch her as much as possible and wiped them away again with his fingers. She smiled at him and he felt his heart doing a summersault. She must be a very strong empath, he thought.
"I need to take you back now." His voice whispered near her ear as he picked her up. He felt him self grow strangely tight as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelled her scent and it seemed to arouse him even more.
Nittia nodded her head in acknowledgment against his shoulder. She inhaled his musky male scent and closed her eyes feeling in heaven. She wanted to be near him like this forever. She couldn't understand why but she was going to enjoy it while she could.
With her eyes hidden in his shoulder she only noticed the swift breeze telling her that he had used his supernatural speed to get her back to the Inn. She pulled her head back a little to look up at the two story building with a wooden sign hanging down next to the door saying "Inn". She smiled but didn't want to leave his arms yet.
As Janevon was starting to lower her to the ground he heard her mumble softly to not let her down yet. And seemingly enough he didn't want to let go of her either.
"NITTIA!" a male voice rang from the now open doorway of the Inn a young good looking man ran out of the Inn looking worried and hurried over to Nittia.
"Were did you go? I was starting to get worried." Eric spurted out.
"She needed some time alone," Janevon spoke trying not to growl at Eric. What was with him? He was finding himself becoming very jealous of this man Eric who seemed to be pretty close to his Nittia… wait a minute. HIS?!?
Eric nodded, "Ah that does happen." He looked to Nittia who still didn't seem to want to move from this strangers arms. He raised his eyebrows looking suspiciously up at the stranger, "were did you find her?"
Nittia decided to put a word in finally getting enough strength and will power to move away, "He found me on the path… I'd cried so hard I fell asleep. He took me to his cabin until I woke up and then took me back here." She looked up at Janevon smiling as he lowered her to the ground, "Thank you Janevon."
Janevons' heart did a flip flop at that smile and he couldn't help but smile back at her. Eric was watching the two of them suspiciously, "Yes… thank you." He mumbled before taking Nittia hand. When Janevon growled at him he paused letting go of her hand and looking at Janevon.
"Did you just growl?"
Janevon just stared at him with those deadly violet eyes. Eric hadn't noticed before with Nittia curled up in his arms but now he could see it. This man was dangerous. Every pore of his body seemed to be reeking danger.
"Maybe it was just my imagination." He said using it to excuse himself and Nittia back into the cabin.
Do you want to meet me again tomorrow night? Janevons' voice asked velvet and soft in her mind.
I would love to. She replied not even thinking twice about her answer, Will you meet me here at the Inn tomorrow night at 6? She felt his acknowledgement and then realized that Eric had been ranting to her the entire time they had been in the Inn.
"I'm sorry… what did you say?"
"Why do you keep zoning out like that lately Nittia?! And what was with that guy? He's dangerous what were you doing with him? Why didn't you tell me that you were still hurting over Nicole's death! I wouldn't have had you come if you had just told me."
"I didn't want to ruin you're vacation" Nittia spoke quietly being overwhelmed by her friends large amount of emotions and confusion. She hadn't shielded yet so she was getting the full blast of it like a bomb blowing up in her face.
She felt Janevon in her mind again and the next thing she knew Eric's mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. And he didn't seem to notice either. She heard him laughing causing a ripple of pleasure running through her and she couldn't help but smile as she turned away from Eric and headed up to her room.
By this time Eric HAD noticed that he wasn't talking and he started to get frantic, waving his arms about the place. Watching this view from the upper stairs in the shadows Nittia burst out laughing. Okay you can let him go now Janevon. She felt his laughter as he disappeared. When his voice was gone she leaned against the wall for a moment just mulling over everything. Noticing Eric starting up the stairs she quickly opened her door and fled inside.