Title: Who wants to live forever (part 6)
Author: BELOVEDbyWAR
Rating: M
TV verse: Blood Ties
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money..
Wc: 1432
Sequel to: Expectations
AN.: A big THANK YOU to luvinmike for being such a great beta!
Part 6:
After showering, he stood in front of the mirror inspecting his features. The reflection greeting him was that of man in his late thirties with dark blond hair and light blue eyes. All in all he looked ok, some might even consider him handsome, he supposed, but to be honest, he couldn't care less. All that really mattered was that he simply couldn't remember anything and seeing his image didn't help at all.
One sharp knock on the door quickly distracted him and was the only warning he received before the door swung open and the man – Adam, he reminded himself –leaned nonchalantly against the door frame as if it was the most normal situation before speaking:
"We decided to order dinner, seeing that neither of us wants to cook. Any preferences?"
"Umm…"
He blinked momentarily, rendered speechless. What did he like?
Again pictures played in his mind:
The woman and he sitting in a restaurant, her stealing something from his plate with her chopstick, -him entering a rustic looking office carrying take-out bags ,- fortune cookies and them reading their little messages to each other and laughing about it. - The same restaurant after both of them just finished eating. One of her bare feet hidden under the table wandering up his leg along his inner thigh until she reaches her goal, making him take a deep breath and momentarily close his eyes. Then her foot, getting more daring by the second, finally strokes his hard length through his slacks.
Him whispering huskily:
"Vicki…"
Then he remembered her grinning at him, never stopping her movements until he finally grabbed her torturing foot before he embarrassed himself.
"Come on, Mike. Where is your sense of adventure?" she teased, nudging him again with her naughty little foot.
In the next moments they jumped out of their seats and hurried into the men's room. There they fell upon each other, even as the door was still swinging, kissing like their lives depended upon it, while impatient hands opened clothes, frantically trying to expose skin.
Amid the chaos, her hand found its way into his pants to free his rock-hard cock, driving him mad with need until he growled and picked her up, nearly slamming her into the wall as he drove into her, making her groan his name…
"HEY!"
"What…" he blinked, seeing suspicious cat-like eyes probing him.
"You spaced out there for a second."
"Oh, yes, sorry. What was your question?"
"Dinner. Anything you'd like in particular?"
"Uhh, Chinese, I guess?"
"Fine by me, as long as it's not Pekinese. I had it once, way back when. Don't recommend it. I can assure you, it's all stringy with hardly any meat," the young man told him seriously.
"Pekinese? As in-"
"Wuff, wuff. Yes, dog, among other curious things, is a delicacy in China. Didn't you know?" Adam asked, smiling innocently.
Mike swallowed audibly, grimacing at the thought of somebody eating man's best friend. This made the other only grin even bigger.
"Chinese it is!"
He started to turn around, but stopped halfway to whisper conspiratorially:
"Oh, and you might want to consider taking a quick cold shower," he suggested, looking shamelessly at Mike's middle region.
"We wouldn't want to give dear Lucy a heart attack, now, would we?"
Adam strolled out of the room, closing the door behind him to leave Mike and his until-now ignored raging hard-on alone.
Blushing like a virgin, the blond cursed the audacity of the cheeky man, but swiftly did as the other recommended.
***
(Dr. Sagara's)
"Wait a sec! What do you mean he could still be alive?! You saw him die, didn't you?" a confused Coreen asked.
"Yes-"
"See, cause, I saw his body, too, remember? And he was definitely dead, as in dead dead, no pulse dead! I checked!"
"You did what!" Vicki bellowed.
"Hey, I was just making sure. I simply couldn't believe it, OK?" the Goth pouted.
"If we could return to the subject," the voice of reason interrupted.
"Thank you, Betty!" Henry said, taking a deep breath.
"When we were in the morgue, I had the feeling I was missing something important. Though, seeing that – as you just now pointed out – the facts spoke for themselves, I didn't know what to make of it. But then when we left the place I sensed something. Even though it was faint and buried under all the disinfectant, I still could smell Detective Celluci's particular scent. I followed it to the broom closet, but lost it after a few feet heading in the direction of the exit."
"So, what? Perhaps someone came and they hid in the broom closet," Coreen responded, but without the vehemence of her earlier statement.
"Yes, I thought so at first too, but you see, corpses have a particular smell to them. And the scent in the closet didn't show any signs of decay, which would have been there if it were Michael's remains being taken.
Three pair of wide eyes locked at him with a mixture of awe and horror. Then Vicki said, grimacing:
"OK, that is kind of gross and I am so not going to ask how you know how a decaying body smells!"
Henry just smiled morbidly before answering:
"As I said, Vicki, I too had good and bad times." For a moment their eyes met, sharing a private moment before a musing Dr. Sagara distracted them.
"Well, so maybe… Henry, dear, Coreen told me there had been a fight in which you had been wounded and both Miss Nelson and Detective Celluci donated blood for your recovery."
"Correct. Why?" Henry asked, puzzled.
"And then at the end, the detective was standing in close proximity to your attacker and he slit said vampire's throat?"
"Yes…"
"So, could there have been an accidental blood transfusion or exchange?"
"Oh!" The trio finally got her point.
"Even so, it wouldn't have turned him. I didn't take that much blood and Celluci certainly couldn't have swallowed more than a few drops. Besides, I would have sensed another vampire. "
"Zombie?"
"Animated corpse, same smell."
"And you didn't – smell that, I mean," Vicki clarified.
"No, I smelled him like he used to be – very much alive."
"You are sure."
"Absolutely!" he proclaimed.
A loud squeal at their side drew their attention.
"Ohhhh, a classic, then!" Coreen jumped up and down clapping her hands while her companions eyed her as if she was possessed.
"Come again?" Vicki droned.
"A resurrection, of course! Like Jesus? It explains it all! Remember the missing coat? Mike woke up, found himself naked, and took the only clothing he could find! Then the robbers came and he hid in the closet!"
"Riiiiight!" Vicki looked at her assistant as if she had taken something "And why didn't he call or even came in person, seeing that he would know what we would think? Even he isn't that thoughtless – and come to think of it, why would he have left the precinct?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe he didn't know how to explain why he was walking around again?"
Vicki raised an eyebrow.
"Or he didn't remember who he was."
Vicki crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"OR maybe they caught him and kidnapped him-"
"Coreen…"
"Well, do you have a better explanation?"
"Yes! Henry's nose was wrong," she stated quietly before turning away from them.
"Victoria," Betty intervened, "I understand that you don't want to get your hopes up, but Henry has never been wrong before." She quickly looked at the vampire, searching for affirmation, before continuing:
"And it isn't that hard to believe. Every culture has legends of people returning to life. There is so much out there we do not know and after everything that has happened to you in the last few months, is it really that unbelievable?"
Vicki looked at her searchingly.
"Then why didn't he at least call?"
"Who knows. Perhaps he really doesn't remember. After all, aside from the shock, who knows what such an ordeal can do to a man. I would wager it has to be a traumatizing experience. He might be disoriented and waiting somewhere for it all to make sense," she reasoned.
"I don't know…" Vicki sighed.
"We could do research!" Coreen declared.
"We most definitely will, but not tonight. It is late and we are all exhausted! It doesn't help anybody if we are dead on our feet tomorrow. Go home and rest. Tomorrow we will start fresh.
After that the three friends went to their respective homes, hoping that the next day would reveal the truth.
***
tbc