Title: Darkness of Companions
Based on: Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde
Summary: A sequel to Companions of the Night. Kerry's life is threatened by an unidentifiable source Ethan/Michel seems to understand. He becomes her champion as she recedes farther into the darkness.
Rated: PG13
Author's Note: I do not own any characters. If you don't understand something in this chapter, feel free to ask in a review or email me. I abso-bloody-lutely love feedback.
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"I said I was sorry, it's not like you stepped in it or anything."
"No, but that man in the snappy business suit did. He sure did fly."
"It's not funny."
"You aren't pregnant are you?"
"I think not."
"You could be. I'd like to know if my wife was pregnant before we married."
"Except for one questionable occasion, virgins don't get pregnant."
He looked around is search for anyone who appeared to be listening. "I can't believe the outrageous things you are saying in public. What's gotten into you lately?"
"Obviously not you."
He threw his hands in the air exasperated and stalked into the nearest boutique. He grabbed a pair of jeans off the rack and made her try them on. While she was in there he found the most shockingly tiny shirts he could find and threw them over the stall door. If she wanted untamed, she'd have to wear it too.
She looked at the little scrap of material he wanted her to wear and wondered if you were supposed to add water to make it expand or something. She figured his reasoning was to embarrass her even further when she refused to come out of the room. Well screw him! Yeah, she kinda wanted to.
She took a breath, sucked it in, and walked out of the room. "These pants are a little tight." He stared at her for a moment.
"Yeah, mine too now." He shook his head and pushed her back into the room. "Go put some clothes on. Layers are good."
They emerged from the shop with the jeans. He pulled her into the next shop, which happened to be LaSenza. He left her there to get her own underwear after she held up a thong and asked if it was small enough. He wandered around and grabbed a few nightgowns and forced her to buy some as she declared he only wanted to get her out of them.
He gave the outward facade of being annoyed, but he was secretly thrilled and challenged by the dirty side of Kerry. Not that she was being completely dirty-minded, but it was refreshing all the same. A display caught his eye and he stopped dead, causing Kerry to slam into his back.
"What is it?"
"Nothing." He growled, wrenching his eyes away from the anime store window.
"Is that a Gundam Wing display?" She peered closer. "My brother loves that cartoon."
"It's not a cartoon." He muttered as he walked away, leaving her wonder what was up his butt this time. He went into a Ralph Lauren store and started pulling pants and shirts off the rack.
"Michel, this stuff is really expensive." He shrugged and held up a silk shirt.
"Do you think this color would look good on me?" She shook her head at the canary yellow. "Of course it doesn't. If it doesn't look good on me, then it wouldn't look good on anyone." He put it back on the rack in disgust and smiled vaguely as he picked up a soft blue shirt. "Why don't you go find an evening gown and some shirts?" He gestured towards the woman's section.
A sales clerk rushed over as she picked through the tiny dresses and Kerry braced herself for the frosty reception. Instead the lady whispered to her out of the corner of her mouth. "That man you're with looks exactly like Tony. Is he?"
"Tony?"
"RL's leading male model of the year. I know it's too much to hope, but it would be awesome if he came in the store. He just looks so hooooot in those underwear shots."
"I guess he is model material, isn't he?"
"OH, who is he?"
"My husband Ethan, but I wouldn't be surprised if he dabbled in modeling for entertainment. Why don't you go ask him?"
"You married the world's hottest male model? That is so cool."
"You think he's the hottest male model, that's really nice. Tell him that." The woman's tittering stupidity was starting to get on her nerves. She was probably 10 years older than Michel appeared.
"No, he was named hottest male model of the decade. He has an award and all. I would give up my job just to go lick him."
"I think you should. He loves attention." Kerry watched as the woman shook her head and walked behind the counter. It was too bad she didn't have the nerves to approach 'Tony,' it would be a sight worth seeing. Kerry pulled out a silk indigo dress and figured it would have to do. It was probably the only dress in the store over a size 1. Michel had grabbed an armful of clothes and was heading towards the cash, motioning her to join him with his head. She walked over nonchalantly as he dumped everything on the counter.
"A dress? Is that all you picked out?"
She shrugged. "I doubt even that fits."
"Day break is in less than an hour, and all you have to your name is an evening gown, a pair of jeans and a ton of underwear. We don't have time to go to another store." He grabbed two tops off a nearby rack, put them with all his clothes and handed over his credit card. Everything was rung up and the cashier handed back the card. She cooed 'hello Tony,' grabbed his wrist and licked his thumb.
Michel looked absolutely disgusted. He turned quickly on his heel and rushed out of the store. Kerry fumbled with the many bags he left on the counter, gave the cashier a sympathetic smile, and rushed off after him. She accidentally dropped some of the bags, and turned back to get them. A goth looking teenager tried to pick up one and it slid out of his reach into Kerry's path. She almost fell trying to stop before stepping on it, but the bag surprised her again and lifted off the ground and into her arms.
The teen walked away muttering he didn't remember smoking any good pot.
Michel was waiting patiently for her in front of the elevator. He was looking hopelessly modelesque leaning against the glass wall with an inapproachable look on his face. A couple of teenage girls giggled as they walked by him, making her realize he didn't appear much older than they did. What kind of life was that for a man? Only appealing to teenyboppers and pedophiles didn't give much to be desired for a guy who would probably love intelligence, maturity, and vitality. The only thing he could possibly hope for was kinky sex- as kinky as you can get with virgins and grandmas.
Hell- those grandmas were probably younger than he was. He never had told her how old he was, but she had noticed that other vampires seem to respect him. Did that mean age, wealth, or just that he's a respectable guy? He was probably named leading bloodsucker of the century or something. He moved away from the wall in one fluid movement and came beside her before the elevator.
"So, Tony, is it true you are the world's hottest model?"
He blanched and grimaced. "It's just one of my secret identities." He bantered back.
"How many do you have?"
"I can't remember, but I'm sure there are girls in love with my looks all over the country."
"Do you get tired of that?"
"My looks?"
"That, and 'girls.'"
Michel looked out the glass wall of the elevator.
"I don't have much of a choice, now do I? I turned when I was 19. 19 Kerry. I'll physically be 19 for the rest of my life. That doesn't bother me much, knowing I'll always be perfect. I never had a chance to get wrinkles."
"Or to have kids. You never had a chance to pass on those superior genes." Kerry didn't know whether to believe his heartfelt admission. This was Ethan after all.
"Who says I haven't? Male vampires aren't completely sterile you know. As far as I know there are thousands off little Michels running around the world."
"Are you saying female vampires are infertile?" Again, with the 'remember how he tricked you last time' mentality.
He looked her in the eye as the elevator stopped at their floor. "Why do you care, you don't want to become one anyway, and no matter how hard you try you'll never know what its like to be forever young." He pushed by her and into their expansive suite.
"I'm going to die!" She dropped the bags she was carrying and sat on a nearby chair.
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember that qualdildo thing? Well I can DO stuff. I never noticed doors opening and anti-theft bags before I was told I had these powers. Now I'm going to die by 25."
"Probably a lot sooner than that." He started to grab the quilt off the huge bed as she followed him into the bedroom. "The Quhadilne use up their brain cells with every little use of their influence. They usually go brain-dead before they die."
"Oh that was just so comforting. Thank you Mr. Consolation."
"You don't need comfort." His voice came muffled from the closet where he seemed to be making a nest out of the blankets. "You need to realize full well what you can do."
"I don't want to do anything else! I'm so tired and headachy from today as it is."
He poked his head out of the closet. "How many times have you used the gorin- that's the official name for the power- today?" He sauntered over and took her head between his hands. Her brain felt faintly rested and she felt herself go limp. 'Too many,' he muttered as he lowered her onto the stripped bed. She grasped his shirt, trying to keep her body close to his while wishing he would kiss her.
He straightened and she didn't have the strength to hold on. "I've got to go." He disappeared into the closet and firmly shut the door. Kerry's last thought was daylight was starting to be her enemy too.
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AN- Hey all fellow Companion of the Night fans, and nonfans alike. To forewarn you, the next chapter is going to be incredibly weird. The plot has a mind of its own (as usual, I never have control over my stories) and one of the vampires is going to be stuck outside at dawn. I'll let you choose which one:
Michel, Lestat, or Jesse. which dies?
Tell me in a review, or email. Bye now.
Based on: Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde
Summary: A sequel to Companions of the Night. Kerry's life is threatened by an unidentifiable source Ethan/Michel seems to understand. He becomes her champion as she recedes farther into the darkness.
Rated: PG13
Author's Note: I do not own any characters. If you don't understand something in this chapter, feel free to ask in a review or email me. I abso-bloody-lutely love feedback.
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"I said I was sorry, it's not like you stepped in it or anything."
"No, but that man in the snappy business suit did. He sure did fly."
"It's not funny."
"You aren't pregnant are you?"
"I think not."
"You could be. I'd like to know if my wife was pregnant before we married."
"Except for one questionable occasion, virgins don't get pregnant."
He looked around is search for anyone who appeared to be listening. "I can't believe the outrageous things you are saying in public. What's gotten into you lately?"
"Obviously not you."
He threw his hands in the air exasperated and stalked into the nearest boutique. He grabbed a pair of jeans off the rack and made her try them on. While she was in there he found the most shockingly tiny shirts he could find and threw them over the stall door. If she wanted untamed, she'd have to wear it too.
She looked at the little scrap of material he wanted her to wear and wondered if you were supposed to add water to make it expand or something. She figured his reasoning was to embarrass her even further when she refused to come out of the room. Well screw him! Yeah, she kinda wanted to.
She took a breath, sucked it in, and walked out of the room. "These pants are a little tight." He stared at her for a moment.
"Yeah, mine too now." He shook his head and pushed her back into the room. "Go put some clothes on. Layers are good."
They emerged from the shop with the jeans. He pulled her into the next shop, which happened to be LaSenza. He left her there to get her own underwear after she held up a thong and asked if it was small enough. He wandered around and grabbed a few nightgowns and forced her to buy some as she declared he only wanted to get her out of them.
He gave the outward facade of being annoyed, but he was secretly thrilled and challenged by the dirty side of Kerry. Not that she was being completely dirty-minded, but it was refreshing all the same. A display caught his eye and he stopped dead, causing Kerry to slam into his back.
"What is it?"
"Nothing." He growled, wrenching his eyes away from the anime store window.
"Is that a Gundam Wing display?" She peered closer. "My brother loves that cartoon."
"It's not a cartoon." He muttered as he walked away, leaving her wonder what was up his butt this time. He went into a Ralph Lauren store and started pulling pants and shirts off the rack.
"Michel, this stuff is really expensive." He shrugged and held up a silk shirt.
"Do you think this color would look good on me?" She shook her head at the canary yellow. "Of course it doesn't. If it doesn't look good on me, then it wouldn't look good on anyone." He put it back on the rack in disgust and smiled vaguely as he picked up a soft blue shirt. "Why don't you go find an evening gown and some shirts?" He gestured towards the woman's section.
A sales clerk rushed over as she picked through the tiny dresses and Kerry braced herself for the frosty reception. Instead the lady whispered to her out of the corner of her mouth. "That man you're with looks exactly like Tony. Is he?"
"Tony?"
"RL's leading male model of the year. I know it's too much to hope, but it would be awesome if he came in the store. He just looks so hooooot in those underwear shots."
"I guess he is model material, isn't he?"
"OH, who is he?"
"My husband Ethan, but I wouldn't be surprised if he dabbled in modeling for entertainment. Why don't you go ask him?"
"You married the world's hottest male model? That is so cool."
"You think he's the hottest male model, that's really nice. Tell him that." The woman's tittering stupidity was starting to get on her nerves. She was probably 10 years older than Michel appeared.
"No, he was named hottest male model of the decade. He has an award and all. I would give up my job just to go lick him."
"I think you should. He loves attention." Kerry watched as the woman shook her head and walked behind the counter. It was too bad she didn't have the nerves to approach 'Tony,' it would be a sight worth seeing. Kerry pulled out a silk indigo dress and figured it would have to do. It was probably the only dress in the store over a size 1. Michel had grabbed an armful of clothes and was heading towards the cash, motioning her to join him with his head. She walked over nonchalantly as he dumped everything on the counter.
"A dress? Is that all you picked out?"
She shrugged. "I doubt even that fits."
"Day break is in less than an hour, and all you have to your name is an evening gown, a pair of jeans and a ton of underwear. We don't have time to go to another store." He grabbed two tops off a nearby rack, put them with all his clothes and handed over his credit card. Everything was rung up and the cashier handed back the card. She cooed 'hello Tony,' grabbed his wrist and licked his thumb.
Michel looked absolutely disgusted. He turned quickly on his heel and rushed out of the store. Kerry fumbled with the many bags he left on the counter, gave the cashier a sympathetic smile, and rushed off after him. She accidentally dropped some of the bags, and turned back to get them. A goth looking teenager tried to pick up one and it slid out of his reach into Kerry's path. She almost fell trying to stop before stepping on it, but the bag surprised her again and lifted off the ground and into her arms.
The teen walked away muttering he didn't remember smoking any good pot.
Michel was waiting patiently for her in front of the elevator. He was looking hopelessly modelesque leaning against the glass wall with an inapproachable look on his face. A couple of teenage girls giggled as they walked by him, making her realize he didn't appear much older than they did. What kind of life was that for a man? Only appealing to teenyboppers and pedophiles didn't give much to be desired for a guy who would probably love intelligence, maturity, and vitality. The only thing he could possibly hope for was kinky sex- as kinky as you can get with virgins and grandmas.
Hell- those grandmas were probably younger than he was. He never had told her how old he was, but she had noticed that other vampires seem to respect him. Did that mean age, wealth, or just that he's a respectable guy? He was probably named leading bloodsucker of the century or something. He moved away from the wall in one fluid movement and came beside her before the elevator.
"So, Tony, is it true you are the world's hottest model?"
He blanched and grimaced. "It's just one of my secret identities." He bantered back.
"How many do you have?"
"I can't remember, but I'm sure there are girls in love with my looks all over the country."
"Do you get tired of that?"
"My looks?"
"That, and 'girls.'"
Michel looked out the glass wall of the elevator.
"I don't have much of a choice, now do I? I turned when I was 19. 19 Kerry. I'll physically be 19 for the rest of my life. That doesn't bother me much, knowing I'll always be perfect. I never had a chance to get wrinkles."
"Or to have kids. You never had a chance to pass on those superior genes." Kerry didn't know whether to believe his heartfelt admission. This was Ethan after all.
"Who says I haven't? Male vampires aren't completely sterile you know. As far as I know there are thousands off little Michels running around the world."
"Are you saying female vampires are infertile?" Again, with the 'remember how he tricked you last time' mentality.
He looked her in the eye as the elevator stopped at their floor. "Why do you care, you don't want to become one anyway, and no matter how hard you try you'll never know what its like to be forever young." He pushed by her and into their expansive suite.
"I'm going to die!" She dropped the bags she was carrying and sat on a nearby chair.
"What are you talking about?"
"Remember that qualdildo thing? Well I can DO stuff. I never noticed doors opening and anti-theft bags before I was told I had these powers. Now I'm going to die by 25."
"Probably a lot sooner than that." He started to grab the quilt off the huge bed as she followed him into the bedroom. "The Quhadilne use up their brain cells with every little use of their influence. They usually go brain-dead before they die."
"Oh that was just so comforting. Thank you Mr. Consolation."
"You don't need comfort." His voice came muffled from the closet where he seemed to be making a nest out of the blankets. "You need to realize full well what you can do."
"I don't want to do anything else! I'm so tired and headachy from today as it is."
He poked his head out of the closet. "How many times have you used the gorin- that's the official name for the power- today?" He sauntered over and took her head between his hands. Her brain felt faintly rested and she felt herself go limp. 'Too many,' he muttered as he lowered her onto the stripped bed. She grasped his shirt, trying to keep her body close to his while wishing he would kiss her.
He straightened and she didn't have the strength to hold on. "I've got to go." He disappeared into the closet and firmly shut the door. Kerry's last thought was daylight was starting to be her enemy too.
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AN- Hey all fellow Companion of the Night fans, and nonfans alike. To forewarn you, the next chapter is going to be incredibly weird. The plot has a mind of its own (as usual, I never have control over my stories) and one of the vampires is going to be stuck outside at dawn. I'll let you choose which one:
Michel, Lestat, or Jesse. which dies?
Tell me in a review, or email. Bye now.