Forever
There was no escape, nothing that Violet could do to protect her love, it was all lost, she had failed.
Even though these thoughts were screaming silently in her mind, she knew that she'd fight till the end, till her last breath for him.
Her teary eyes seemed to only incite blissful glee from the former Nazi soldier turned sadistic surgeon as he clasped his liver spotted hands together, clearly proud of his victory.
Tate winced holding a newly incision across his chest in an attempt to get up off the bed to save her.
Holding up his bony finger Dr. Arden waved it sardonically back and forth slowly while he spoke in a sing songy voice.
"My dear boy you'll be unconscious in a matter of minutes, do you really wish to waste your last moments failing to save her? I would think your time would best be used to declare your love for the girl, I mean considering the dire fate that awaits her, you should at the very least thank the child for giving up her life to save you."
Feeling the affects of Arden's drugs suppressing his nervous system once again lulling him into a forced slumber, Tate spotted the familiar vials sticking out from Violet's sneaker.
Tapping his fingers along her thigh to get her attention, she whipped her head around to meet his desperate stare.
Motioning to the syringes bulging from her socks he nodded toward his arm feeling himself beginning to fade away.
Mouthing the words 'now Violet, all of it' she wasted no time.
In one fluid motion she reached down pulling two from her sock, discarding the covers with her thumb, before turning to plunge the needles in his arm quickly executing the medicine inside his veins.
It was overkill, more than she had ever tried on him in the past, but it was what he silently begged for, he needed to stay awake if they had any chance.
"NO!"
It was too late for Arden to react, her actions infuriated him as he dove towards her grabbing her wrists, throwing her to the ground hard.
Violet reached out her hands towards Tate while sliding across the floor before she slammed her head into the stone wall knocking her out cold.
Calmly reaching for the needle in the pocket of his white coat, Arden breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry my little golden boy, soon she'll be far away, well pieces of her will be that is. I'll be sure to make it slow, wait till she's conscious enough to feel everything, or the very least be aware of the amputations, she deserves far worse for her interference. Lessons learned can sometimes be harsh but necessary I always say."
Taking deep breaths, feeling the concoction of drugs Violet researched especially for him rush through his system he began to feel the fog lift from his mind.
Dr. Arden's words seeped into Tate giving him the strength to tap into the 'gift' his adopted father had especially plucked him out of Romania for.
He swore he'd never use it, he wasn't even sure he could after being drugged for so long, but the combination of the double dosage of medication, and hearing of Violet's fate woke the beast that laid dormant for so long, the power of a monster that his father, and now Arden, had been trying to harness for their own use unsuccessfully.
Whistling a haunting tune he often used while performing his horrid experiments in the camps, Arden, unaware of what was happening, held the syringe up in the air expelling the extra liquid from vial.
Bucking against the mattress his restraints began to rip straight away from the rails.
He was feeling it, that dark surge of power coursing through him wildly like a runaway train careening of its tracks.
Tate squeezed his eyes shut concentrating on the one thing that would ground him, that would control his wrath so that he wouldn't destroy everything in his path, he needed Violet to tether him down, remind him of who he truly was.
Arden happily looked down at Tate, his poison directed towards the pale skin and the bluish vein lifting up as if ready to accept what he had to offer with no fight just as he had done countless times before.
It was only when the steel needle broke in two coming in contact with Tate's arm that Arden glared down with true concern.
"What the hell is this, I will not tolerate - "
It was Tate's eyes that rendered Arden speechless, wide open now staring up at him, liquid black inching quickly over the white surrounding his dilated pupils till there was nothing left but darkness.
Sitting up slowly, rising up as if all pain had evaporated away, Tate raised his finger towards Arden who had turned away fruitlessly attempting to unlock the metal door with fumbling nervous hands.
With his leather restraints still hanging, torn from his wrists, Tate calmly swiped his finger across the air in Arden's direction.
Screaming in agony Arden arched his back while Tate made another motion as if finishing an invisible X before him.
Another ear piercing screech escaped between yellow stained teeth as Arden fell to his knees blood now seeping through the his ominous white lab coat.
Bare feet touched the ground as Tate stood tall, unencumbered by the endless days and nights of Arden's coma inducing sedation.
With nothing but pajama bottoms he walked closer to the fallen old man whose crimes deserved far worse punishment than a fast death.
Kneeling beside him, Tate waved his hand pulling the remaining two vials out his pocket, the most dangerous of the three drugs administered to him several times a day.
With seemingly relaxed focus he flicked his wrist plunging the needles directly into Arden's neck, emptying the two drugs into his carotid artery insuring a speedy delivery straight to his brain, leaving him in a paralyzed state, aware of everything around him, but unable to communicate in anyway whatsoever for the rest of his days.
Tate had this planned from day one of his capture, of the terrifying moment he understood that he was in the hands of a true monster, it was only until today, because of Violet and his devotion to her, to their forever, that gave him the courage to realize he could control the darkness that laid dormant inside him.
In saving her Tate in turn saved himself that day, love had become a circle flowing through her back to him, never ending, eternal.
vTv
Romania
Tate's homeland, present day
Crouching beneath the floorboards Tate held Violet close to him, his hand pressed gently over her mouth as he held his finger to his lips urging her to be quiet.
Her eyes widened hearing the familiar voice from above as dirt scattered down over their heads from between the planks of wood as Sister Jude sat at his Aunt's kitchen table.
A small woman dressed in black stood by an old fashioned gas stove, her snow white hair wrapped up in a babushka eyed the nun with uncomfortable silence before finally speaking in her native tongue.
"Ceai?"
Looking over to the translator she hired once reaching Romania, Sister Jude shrugged arrogantly.
"Not a word of English I see, how charming."
Sighing wearily at the unwelcome stranger Eva spoke with a heavy accent relaying his Aunt's question.
"She is offering you some tea, but I should tell you that it would be an insult to refuse Sister."
Huffing with impatience Sister Jude nodded. "Fine, whatever it takes to speed this along."
Eva nodded towards Ecaterina wordlessly.
Sipping on white china covered in black roses, Sister Jude continued on anxious to get her answers.
"After the doctor I was speaking of, was murdered by your nephew, it is believed that he escaped with a young nurse onto a freighter bound for his home, his birthplace, this place. Listen we don't have much time, the police are not far behind me, you need to tell me where they are. If you don't I promise you that I will tell them that you and your entire family are harboring a criminal. To be an accessory to a murderer, is that what you really want?."
Eva quickly translated causing his aunt to glare with hatred at the cross bearing bitch sitting in her home before biting back in her native language.
"Dracul nu este aici, nu de la băiețel, din moment ce om rău a venit cu ani în urmă și l-au luat din brațele mele."
Downing the rest of her tea while angrily tapping the heel of her shoe on the floor causing more dust to float down upon their heads, the Sister spun her head at Eva.
Standing from the table Eva flicked her dark eyes over to Ecaterina nervous to continue.
"Well let's hear it! I assure you I don't have all day, what did the woman say?"
"She says that Dracul is not here, not since small boy, since that evil man came years ago and took him from her arms."
Pulling away Tate's fingers from her mouth, Violet turned toward him while braced against his chest.
Tate's eyes angled down away from her stare as the conversation took a darker turn above.
Smiling wickedly, Sister Jude tilted her head to the side while grasping her large silver cross securely in her palm.
"That's right, you know him by his true name, not his given name from Mr. Langdon."
Clanging the empty china tea cup down loudly she coughed slightly feeling a little dizzy.
"Not many know of his name, or the meaning for that matter."
Eva rushed, overlapping Sister Jude's words, relating them to Ecaterina as quickly as possible, her voice growing more shaky by the moment.
Violet scrunched her brows confused, hearing this for the first time, unsure why Tate would keep such a secret from her.
It was then that she realized he never disclosed the reason for Dr. Arden's interest in him, how they were interrupted just as he was about to reveal why he was 'different', that he had a gift that was worthy of such evil.
Reaching for his hand, silently urging him to look at her, Tate continued to avert his gaze unnervingly clenching his jaw clearly upset.
"Tell me, just out of curiosity I'd like to know, was it his father or his dear mother, your sister, as I understand it, that bestowed the name of the beast upon that sweet little baby boy?"
Eva paced the room wringing her hands tightly reluctant to translate her words as his aunt stared at her for a response.
Wiping sweat from her brow the young girl nodded obediently towards the old woman relaying Sister Jude's scathing message.
"Spune-mi, doar din curiozitate aș vrea să știu, era tatăl său sau pe mama draga acest că dat numele fiarei pe care băiețelul copil?"
Slamming her fist down on her kitchen counter Violet jumped but was quickly comforted by Tate circling his hand gently over her back beneath her shirt.
Ignoring his Aunt's rage, Sister Jude continued her slanderous rant damning Tate to a fate he did not deserve.
"He is… true to the name given to him, but I'm sure you realize that. I believe you've known from the beginning. It's hard to hide the Anti Christ, it's especially hard when you mark him with the name, really… it wasn't hard to figure out that the translation of Dracul is the devil."
Violet turned completely around wrapping her thighs around his waist holding his face in her hands forcing him to look into her eyes.
Mouthing the words, "Is that true?" he just stared back at her struck by her beauty, lost as to why she loved him, terrified that he could possibly lose her.
Sister Jude held her head as the room began to spin hearing Eva rush through the damning words spoken by the spiteful nun translating them back to his aunt.
"El este ... adevărat la numele dat de el, dar eu sunt sigur că-ți dai seama, cred că v-ați cunoscut de la început. Este greu pentru a ascunde anti Hristos, este deosebit de greu atunci când l-marca cu numele, într-adevăr ... nu a fost greu să dau seama că traducerea Dracul este diavolul. "
Sweat poured from Sister Jude as she fell to the floor with a hard thud, her eyes glaring down between the slats of wood to Tate and Violet tangled together below.
"Y-You bitch… you drugged … me … "
kneeling beside her, the elderly woman calmly whispered in Sister Jude's ear with venomous intent.
"Tu hag ignorant, că băiat frumos detine un nume care este adevărat inima și sufletul lui, el este aducător de lumină, un înger din cer, nu acest diavol vorbești de. Tu ești cel întunecat, și doar astfel încât nu există nici o neînțelegere, este inima ta, care este dispariția lent, ești pe moarte sora ... așa spun rugăciunile ... chiar dacă acestea sunt sortite să cadă pe urechi surde. "
Edging her milky cataract eyes towards Eva, Ecaterina nodded wishing her to translate her final words to the American nun.
Shaking, wiping away fearful tears, Eva joined Tate's Aunt on the floor next to the dying woman.
"You ignorant hag, that beautiful boy holds a name that is true to his heart and soul, he is the bringer of light, an angel from heaven, not this devil you speak of. You are the dark one, and just so there is no misunderstanding, it is your heart that you feel withering away slowly, you are dying Sister... so say your prayers... even though they are doomed to fall on deaf ears."
Staring straight up into the Sister Jude's fading blank eyes, Tate and Violet held onto each other while unanswered questions loomed in the air.
vTv
Jumping from an empty storage cart on a train, Violet and Tate made their way through thick woods as darkness began to encompass the end of an already cold rainy day.
"Don't worry Violet, it's not far now."
Nodding she walked on quietly just as she had been since the twenty four hours that had passed from Sister Jude's death.
Stopping suddenly Tate breathed in deeply before scanning a row of tall trees before them.
"We're here."
Eyeing him sideways, she took in his unfamiliar strength, the gleaming evidence of vibrant life that rushed with vigor and confidence through him.
Violet paused with reflection, still trying to get used to him this way.
Parting a thick layer of branches he held out his hand to her.
Leading Violet through a pitch black entrance of a twisted narrow path he eventually came to a door.
Hidden in the forest was a cabin, a secret place his family had built years before his grandparents were born.
Lighting a candle, he seemed to just 'know' where things were, even in the kind of darkness where you can't see your hand in front of your face.
Turning quickly hearing flames burst from nowhere, Violet stared at a large stone fireplace welcoming the warmth, too tired to question where it came from so fast.
His voice was soft, sweet velvet silk, heavy with worry as he took her into his arms.
"Violet, there is no reason to be afraid."
Her eyes darted around the large one room cabin noting a bed in the corner.
Looking up into his eyes, she eased her hands beneath his sweater.
"I'm not scared, but I do have questions… is that ...okay?"
Cupping her cheek his lips curved upwards deepening his dimples that seemed to give her a glimpse of the innocent frail boy she was used to.
"Of course, ask me anything."
Taking his hand from her face she led him to the bed discarding her heavy jacket and boots tossing them to the floor.
Following suit he sat next to her on the bed trying to catch his breath wondering where all this was leading.
Lacing her fingers into his she rested her head on his shoulder as they both stared into the orange flames.
"It's okay Violet, ask me."
Turning towards him she straddled his lap surprising him while smoothing her hands once again along his warm rib cage needing to touch him.
"When I woke up in your room after Arden threw me… you told me you stabbed him, that you used his surgical tools, that you overpowered him, doused him in the neck with his drugs, but that's not what happened was it?"
Shaking his head Tate lowered his eyes, "I never physically touched him, but yes, it was me that put him in that state, caused his massive injuries that will never heal."
Raising his sweater over his head, Violet lightly ghosted her fingers over his heart causing him to instantly harden beneath her.
Trembling he lifted his dark eyes to her, breathlessly under her control.
"Violet you must understand, he was going to torture you," his voice broke with emotion at just the thought, "kill you… take you away from me forever, I had no choice."
Surging her hips forward brushing her sex against his beautiful cock he hissed pressing his forehead to her neck.
"Violet, you have to stop if you want me to explain … I can't - "
Repeating her previous action making him groan into her skin, she smiled drifting her lips close to his ear.
"You are the bringer of light, the one who saved me, not from Dr. Arden's hands, but from the first day I laid eyes on you. You made me want to live, to love, to know I could be loved. You are my angel, I will be with you for as long as you want me."
Stripping off her shirt, Tate flipped her on her back quickly removing the rest of her clothing while his mouth skipped along her stomach whispering the word forever wet and warm against her skin.
Sinking between her thighs Tate flicked his eyes up to meet her half lidded dazed stare showing her a glimpse of what he was, his real self.
Gasping as his tongue slipped inside, her head fell back against the pillow causing her to look to the ceiling as she dug her nails into the sheets making her intentions clear.
"Forever my Tate… my Dracul… my angel."
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I'm so sorry for taking so long to finish this, ending stories does not come easy for me unfortunately.
Thank you so much for all your replies, parmigiolate, Dinah ;), Chris P.C., gvozzdika, Stephycats7785, and greyeyes7, I know it's been forever, I really do apologize.