Hi sorry I have taken so long to update but I have a terrible time with my fanfic work lately. Back a few months my purse disappeared with my permit, library card, and the disked containing all my original work and fanfic work. My computer kept deleting my work after I started over again, then I didn't have an internet connection for about a month so It's been hard. I am not gonna waste any more of your time…
Disclaimer: WolfKeeper989 does not own Law and Order: SVU or any of the characters. But I do own the original victims, Meca Magi, Michael, and Diego.
"talking"
'thoughts'
dreams/visions
(author notes)
'vampire speech'
Chapter 3
Darkness. Darkness everywhere. It was quiet and calm until Diego decided to invade her mind once more.
'I warned you. But you continue trying to deny what you are. Well I am going to show you what will happen if you keep this up.'
Olivia was standing by the couch in her apartment. She was afraid, backing up, and tears streaming. Elliot had a gun in his hand that was pointed directly at her. She was practically on her knees now, begging.
"Elliot please-"
"Shut up! You…you… I don't know what you are but you're not Olivia!"
"Elliot please, you have to believe me! I am Olivia!"
"No! Olivia's dead just like my wife! But you won't get my kids I'll die making sure of that!" He changed the gun's target from Olivia to the kerosene heater he had lit earlier.
"NO!"
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Olivia started. She was in the hospital again. 'What happened to me?' Then she remembered the incident at the woman's apartment and being shot. 'Oops. I forgot about Meca's warning…' Right then the temperature in the room dropped about 50 degrees. Olivia sat and started to shiver and hug herself. She could see her breath as she breathed. She looked about her with a dim light as her only light at the machines around her to find them fogged up and frozen over. 'What in the hell is going on?' Even the fluid in the IV was frozen. The room door opened and man stepped in, dressed in black. He had brown shoulder length hair and was very tall with a thick build. There was a slight reddish glow around his body and the closer he got to her the colder she became. He was now hovering over her, leering. She shrank back down into the bed.
"The name's Ice… Diego sent me ta getcha, he wants to see ya." His voice sent shivers up her spine. She was racking her mind trying to find a way out of her current jam but couldn't find one. She gasped and tried to pull away as he grasped one of her wrists with a hand that felt like ice. It was so cold it burned her wrist. Just as she was growing desperate and about to call for help, the door opened slightly again but no one was there, Olivia figured the wind blew it open. Then Olivia saw a shadow move out the corner of her eye. Then something spoke from the shadows,
"Leave her alone, Ice… or I'll plant one right in your chest…" Ice's face turned into one of fear for just a moment but it quickly hardened again. He dropped her wrist and turned to face the shadows and hissed,
"Show yourself… coward." Olivia looked down at her wrist to find it turning purple and green.
"Coward, am I? I am not the one who's picking on a poor woman in a hospital." Ice seemed to recognize the voice this time.
"Michael…" His fangs dropped and his eyes turned red. Then with the unkempt beard about his mouth and chin he looked beastly. "Quit hiding and face me." The figure in the shadows just laughed. The sound intrigued Olivia, it radiated with a cool calm confidence and slight hint of malice.
"You and I both know I can beat you." A pair of red eyes appeared and stared back at Olivia and Ice from the shadows. She could feel the fear running through his veins.
"Then why don't you prove it." The eyes disappeared and she heard Ice's heart rate triple. He began to look about like a frightened mouse. Olivia strained to hear the faintest sound. But she became terrified when even with her vampiric hearing she couldn't detect a single one. 'Who is he? Or what is he?' Ice's voice rang in her ears with a slight quiver to it.
'He is what humans would call a 'dark avenger'. He is called the Dark Angel by the dhampires but he is Death to our kind. Those of us who know his name fear to speak it like how humans fear to say the name of the Boogeyman… He moves with the shadows , some say he can even become part of the shadows! He lives to hunt down people like us…'
'So he is a vampire hunter.'
'No, he hunts the Dark Ones, the ones that have drank of the sacred elixir…'
'Even dhampires?'
'Even the halfings… if they ever take of blood…'
'Why?'Olivia was startled when the 'Dark Angel' himself answered her question,
'Because, blood is like alcohol to an alcoholic, once you've tasted it you can't just drink it once and stop drinking it all together. They become crazed and obtain an untamable bloodlust streak. They become the bloodthirsty fiends humans have come to know as a vampire. Dhampires are the worst to deal with because they can attack day or night. But most of the full vampires just want to be put out of their misery…'
'So, you're a mercy killer…'
'If I have to be, but, I am mostly a protector of humankind and of the dhampires, I destroy the things that would otherwise destroy them…'
'Quit filling her head with lies!'
'Lies, Ice? I mean you work the very man that turned her, you yell like you have her trust to lose…'
'You don't have it either buddy…'
'Hahahaha… I never said I did Miss Benson, I never said I did…'
'Well at least you're honest…'
"All right, enough talk! Show yourself demon!"
"Wow…look at the pot calling the kettle black… but I'm no demon but now I am not so sure about you…"
"Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrr…"
"I'm tired of playing around." The voice was behind Ice and Olivia now. Olivia turned in her bed completely stoked. 'How did he move like that without either of us seeing him? Can he really become shadow like Ice said?'
"You have until the count of three to leave or I will dispose of you myself."
"You don't understand… Diego…"
"One… Two…"
"Please…"
"Three…" Two human hands reached out from the shadows and grabbed Ice pulling him into the shadows. Ice screamed as the black abyss swallowed him whole. His screaming continued even though Olivia couldn't see him. Then it stopped altogether. Olivia was freaked now and was desperately trying to find a way out. 'Wait! If he is part of the shadows then maybe he wouldn't have anywhere to hide if there were none…' Olivia surprised herself by jumping out of the bed, running to the light switch, and turning on the light. But just as soon as she flipped the switch a hand grasped her wrist…
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That's it… Michael isn't as dark as he seems in this chapter. Anywho, review!
Chapter 4
Olivia looked up and gasped as she stared into the most beautiful gray-green eyes she had ever seen. Then the way his jet-black hair fit his caramel face so richly, she was spell bound. But the eyes were what held Olivia's attention. They stood out so much against his skin tone that you could not help but stare at them. Their expression was a gentle yet curious one. They danced lively as if they were hiding tons of great secrets but yet were filled with wisdom. Then to her surprise his hand was warm on her wrist instead of being cold like Ice's. She instantly inhaled his scent. He smelled of sweet rain, the kind of smell you inhale after a good rain shower. She closed her eyes as the smell of him began to intoxicate her; she began to feel as if she were free falling. Then she heard a much kinder gentler voice say,
"By the time you wake up, you'll be back in your apartment. Know one will even remember the apartment incident except you. You have been away for a couple of days checking on some leads on the Martin case. But you came up empty handed… right?" Olivia felt herself nod. Then she felt two gentle yet very strong arms pick her up. Then she felt something warm flow through her body and then slowly drifted into a deep sleep. "Why is it so important that you have this woman, Diego? Are you willing to risk countless lives to have her?" Michael seemed to ask no one. He got a chilling laugh in return…