Reminder: As usual, I do not own the Moonlight characters, but I do own Conor, Marie and Ariel and my other OC's. For all of you that are concerned about how fast things have moved between Conor and Marie, well, these things do happen. But, for them, there is a reason. Read on.
Chapter 6 Rated R for Violence. Warning:Incident of Rape
Lucky-
Bif Naked
Mick, Conor and Marie had been shocked at Josef's declaration that Patrice Markham was a Vampire.
"How is that possible? Vampires can't procreate Josef, at least the last time I checked." said Mick
"He's adopted." Marie said standing up.
She rushed over to Conor, who was holding his hands out to her.
"Here love, have a seat in my lap and relax."
She settled in his lap and curled up against his cool body. It still amazed her that she could be this comfortable with him after knowing him for such a short period of time. But to her, it seemed as though they had been together forever, and she knew deep down that he would love her and keep her safe at all costs.
Conor bent down and kissed the top of Marie's head. He watched her struggle to keep her eyes open.
"I know your'e sleepy Marie so I'll make this quick," said Mick. "But do David's parent's know about the abuse you suffered?"
"Mmm...no, I never really saw them."
Marie nodded quickly off to sleep.
They were married by the village vicar, and the celebration was in full swing. They chose a spot away from the eyes of the English and John only had eyes for each other. They had known each other since they were children, and they had fallen in love as adults. John De Graham was a fine Scottish warrior who fought along side his best friend William Wallace. The three had grown together along with William's late wife, Mara's best friend,who had been murdered by an English Lord. After that, John decided to quickly marry Mara. Though this celebration was muted, they did not want to attract any attention from the soldiers.
The King of England had enacted Prima Nocte or First Night. A law allowing a high ranking soldier to bed the bride on their wedding night, attempting to assure a British bloodline to breed the Scottish bloodline out of existence.
Unfortunately, the soldiers came, and were not fooled. They quickly dragged Mara away screaming, while holding back John and his friends from any attempts at rescuing her. Mara tried to fight the soldier away as he ripped her undergarments away, and savagely thrust his member into her virginal canal, saved only for her love. Her screams heard by John, sending him into a frenzy. She got her knee
loose and thrust it into the manhood of the soldier. While he was screaming, she ran from the hut he had taken her to, but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled out his wicked blade and stabbed her.
Mara fell to the ground as John looked on in horror. The soldiers let him go to her and he ran over and gathered her in his arms, cradling her as she lay dying. She placed her hand on his cheek and said.
"I'm sorry John, I Love You!" And she died in his arms.
Marie was moaning in Conor's arms, causing the three vampires to stop talking. She then said " Tha Mi duihch John, Tha Gaol agam ort!" and then started the familiar screaming of her nightmares.
Conor looked at Marie in shock and disbelief.
"Mara" he whispered
Josef bolted up out of his seat when it looked like Conor wasn't doing anything about Marie's condition.
"Snap out of it man, wake her up or I will!"
Conor shook his head, as if to clear it. He placed his hands on both sides of her head.
"Marie, wake up and look at me...wake up Marie."
Marie opened her eyes, staring into Conor's eyes.
"John?" she asked.
"What the hell?, What did she say?" asked Mick
Josef glided over to the bar and poured three glasses of scotch, quickly downing one glass then refilling it. He pulled out a vial of blood from his suit jacket, and distributed it among the glasses. Then handed out the glasses to each of the vampires.
Marie attempted to take the drink and have a swig herself, but Josef stopped her.
"No No don't want that, hold on babe."
He rushed to the bar and poured her a fresh glass, no blood. And quickly stepped back over and placed the glass in her hand.
"Try this, it might be more your speed. And forget the word speed, drink s-l-o-w-l-y." Josef sat back down in his seat, crossed his legs and smirked, looking as though he were waiting for a show to begin.
Mick looked thoroughly confused and said as much to the two love birds who were staring at each other in rapt fascination.
"What the hell is going on? Who's John? Who's Mara? Josef, do you know anything about this? And again, what did she say to him?" Mick asked.
Josef pointed to Conor.
"He's John."
Then pointed to Marie.
"And, if I'm reading this right, and I usually do. She, would be the reincarnation of his wife Mara. It explains the warp speed the two of them have been going at."
Conor stared at Mick, shock and awe on his face.
"She said 'I'm sorry John, I love you.' in Scots Gaelic!"
Marie put her hands on Conor's face, while he still held her's in his hands. She looked bewildered.
"I don't get it. I have been dreaming of you, but an old version of you. Not old as in age, but old as in a long time ago, like in that Mel Gibson movie. But your name was John. And it was me, but not really me. I looked a little different and my name was Mara. We got married. But I was taken away from you on our wedding night and raped, then killed."
Conor ran his thumb over Marie's lip, then touched her cheek with his fingertips gently, as if he were afraid she were made of glass and she would break. He stared at her with wonder.
"My God, it is you. My name back when I was human was Sir John de Graham. I married you, Mara, and you were murdered the same day. I joined up with my best friend William Wallace to fight the English for revenge for your murder. I was killed at the battle of Falkirk in 1298 and was found by my sire, who thought I would make a good vampire."
He kissed her on the forehead.
"I can't believe after 750 years I've found you again, we've gotten another chance Marie. I've traveled the Earth in search of my soul, in search of one true love, and we've been reunited."
Marie caressed Conor's cheek and softly placed a kiss on his lips.
"I've never believed in reincarnation, but between the dreams, and how crazy fast this has all been. I know it's true. So, I gather this means you won't be getting rid of me after this whole David thing is done with huh?
Conor hugged her to him tightly, ignoring the hot, salty tears coming from his eyes.
"Not a chance in hell love." He growled in her ear.
Mick cleared his throat.
"Hmm...I don't remember any of this in Braveheart, I don't even remember your character being in that."
"I wasn't. I'm not sure why, considering I was Wallace's childhood friend. Not that other guy, but maybe Mel didn't want competition. But, there are some history books over on the shelf over there. Have a look, I'm in there."
Mick sauntered over to the shelves and scanned back and forth over the many books until he found an old leather bound volume titled Scottish Wars for Independence. He flipped back to the index and found the name he was looking for.
He found the pages he was looking for, and read a paragraph on the life of Sir John de Graham. Next to it was a picture of a drawing, that closely resembled Conor.
"I can't believe this, it's incredible. You were actually friends with William Wallace. I'm sorry about your wife man. But apparently, you have her back."
Conor gently kissed Marie's forehead.
"Yes, I have. And I don't ever intend on letting her go again."
Marie smiled at Conor and hooked her arms around his neck.
"Same here."
Josef grabbed Mick by his sleeve.
"Let's go man, tomorrow will be soon enough to get more information. I think these two need some alone time. Leave Conor alone with his Freshie!"
Conor growled at Josef.
"Do. Not. Call. Her. That. Ever. Again!
Josef chuckled as he peeled Conor's fingers off of his suit lapels, taking note of the angry look in his eyes.
"I was only joking brother, I know she's more than that to you. Why do you think I put you two together in the first place?"
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Conor and Marie lay back to chest in the Jacuzzi, sated after another bout of lovemaking. Marie sighed and wriggled closer against Conor's chest, as if she were trying to burrow herself there.
He kissed the back of her head.
"Penny for them."
Marie turned her head to look at Conor face. She blinked furiously several times, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill from her eyes..
Conor quickly turned Marie to face him, his blue/green eyes full of concern.
"What's wrong Mo Cridhe?"
Marie smiled and put her hand on his cheek.
"Nothing Conor. I'm just in awe of everything that's happened. I've gone from being a punching bag to finding the man of my dreams...Literally. I can't believe I've come back to you. I have always wondered why I've had this crazy fascination with vampires and Scottish Highland romance novels. I guess this explains a lot."
"Mmm...I saw all of those romance novels of yours. The Scottish ones and the vampire ones, I'll have to check some more of them out. Lord knows that Dog-Eared book I checked out worked out well."
Conor watched Marie's face flush beet red. Now she knew where he got the little Domination scene from. He chuckled.
"You liked that I take it?"
"Yes, very much so. I like it when you take charge and tell me what to do...But only in the bedroom, I'm not into that whole 24/7 stuff."
Conor grasped her chin and gave her a soul searing kiss. One that went down to her very toes and stopped a couple places in-between.
"I know that lass. I most certainly would not have you any other way. You are a very strong woman, my little warrior. It takes a lot of courage to have weathered what you have been through and to come out of it fighting, and falling for me."
Marie gave Conor a smoldering look.
"Who says I have fallen for you?" She grinned
Conor backed her up against the edge of the tub and bent down and took her nipple in his mouth and she moaned with desire.
"You've fallen for me just as I've fallen for you my love. And I sincerely hope you intend on staying with me forever." He stopped his attentions to her breast and looked into her eyes.
Awareness dawned on Marie's face and she slowly smiled.
"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me Conor?"
He kissed her gently.
"Yes. I'm asking you for eternity, I'm asking you to let me change you."
"You know Conor, I'd love to spend forever with you, but I need a little time first, How would you do it anyway?."
Conor settled Marie back against his chest, kissing the top of her head.
"Well, I'd drink from you like I normally do, but it would be much more, almost to the point of death. Then, I'd feed you my own blood. After that, the transformation is almost instantaneous. After all that, I'd teach you to control the thirst, do what you need to survive."
Marie turned her head to look at Conor.
"And after that, would you stay with me?"
Conor chuckled, a deep, masculine sound that sounded of rich whiskey.
"Aye, always and forever my bonnie lass."