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Healing
Title: Healing (Part 2 of 3 in a "VampLij" series)
Genre: Vampire fic
Summary of Part 2: Elijah doesn't give up that easily... and neither does Dom.
Pairing: DomLijah
Rating: NC-17 overall, R for this part; may squick those not used to vampire fics (beware - this is not the "romanticized" version of vampires)
Disclaimer: Lord help us if this is true! *L*! Nope, didn't happen, but... Remember the SAG awards back in 2003, that Elijah didn't attend? This was written for the "Where's Elijah?" challenge but never posted here. Part 1 - Darkness - can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2533002.html#cutid1
Thank you for your feedback and for encouraging me to post the rest of the story - and most of all, for letting me know it's being read. *L* - and I won't hold anybody to feedback on these other parts; "Darkness", the first part, has always been my favorite, but you may enjoy how the rest of the tale unfolds.
HEALING
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The loud thudding at the door reached Dominic's ears, muffled by distance and the thin cover over his head. But he can't hear it as he lies there, curled into a fetal position... unconscious... nearly drained.... skin pale and covered in goosebumps, his frame shaking as his body vainly tries to fight the effects of the cold breeze from the open window.
He can't hear the throaty mutterings in Greek, a key turning in the lock, the quick, angry steps of his landlord heading towards the open window to shut it, the beginning of a lecture on the evils of wasting heat ... the sharp intake of breath as the landlord's eyes take in the bloodstreaked bed, an ominously unmoving and silent mound under the sheets...
A desperate call to 911, the sirens indicating the ambulance arriving below, loud footsteps running up the narrow stairway, the sudden bustle around the bed as legs and arms are grasped to transfer a pale, clammy, but living young man to a guerney, the swift ride to the hospital - all go unheard as his mind drifts, lost.
Lost. He's lost. Lost to him.
A keening moves up through Dominic's body, to his brain, where it rises in volume, unable to escape from lips that can't move. A cry of loss. Of grinning eyes, smirking lips, easy laugh - the soft touch of a hand on his face, the warmth of a close embrace, the desperate gripping and fumbling, naked against each other. Replaced by a cold, pale, soulless facsimile, devoid of feelings, hungry for blood and pain and death and...
Him.
Elijah was gone. Truly gone. No matter how much this ... golem... thing... looked like him, he was gone, there was no bringing him back. Why?! Why couldn't there be? There had to be a way. Please, God, there HAD to be a way to bring him back.
But there wasn't. If Elijah was... a vampire... he was dead. Gone.
Gone gone gone gone gone... the words swirled around and around in his head in an unending terrible circle, until his mind finally granted him the oblivion of deep sleep.
The day passed. The alternating bars of brightness and darkness slowly moved across the hospital bed holding a anemic-looking patient clad in a hospital gown, under bedcovers up to his chin. Transfusions of blood kept him alive, but still he drifted in unconsciousness, not yet ready to face the waking world. Nurses moved in and out, checking on him, monitoring his status carefully. Baskets of flowers arrived soon after Dominic's agent in LA was notified of her client's mysterious illness. Meanwhile, Elijah's agent spent the worst day of his life making call after call, searching for his client; whatever had happened to Dominic, Elijah should have been there in the shared New York apartment, where the window had remained open all night until discovered by the landlord. Was he kidnapped? No demands had yet been made. The agent, and Elijah's family was growing frantic. Did Dominic know of his fate? Detective had visited twice, anxious to talk to the actor. Still, news of the strange "illness" was kept out of the media until more was known...
Gone gone gone gone gone...
Awake.
Suddenly awake, mind clear, taking in the long golden streaks of sun, the hospital bed, the gown, the weakness... adrenaline pumping. Have to get out. Have to get away, far away from here before night comes, before he comes, no time to waste, get up and get out.
Breathing fast, hyper aware, Dominic sits up, sliding his legs over the side of the bed, standing up, feet cold on the hospital floor. Feeling a bit weak, a bit dizzy, consciously ignoring the thick bandage on his neck, looking around for his clothes, gown open and drafty in the back, pulling open drawers, opening a door - good, the closet. Get the clothes, put them on, hands shaking slightly, that's ok, will get something to eat on the way out, will stop shaking, will jump in the car - wait, no car - catch a cab to the apartment - wait, no good, he might be there - go straight to the airport, that's good . Hopping on one leg to pull the jeans on, a little faint, sitting down on the bed for a second - the door opens...
"Mr. Monaghan, please, back in the bed - you're not well enough to leave yet. What are you thinking?" A nurse in white chuckles and firmly pushes him back down to sit on the bed when he tries to stand.
A weak smile, an attempt at charm. "I'm thinking I decided to leave too soon..." he says with a small wink, getting a grin back for his troubles, "but really, I'm expected elsewhere, I have to go - ," he continued in a more serious vein.
"Now, now - you need to take these first, Mr. Monaghan," firmly but politely.
"It's Dom," he replied, with another attempt at an ingratiating smile, taking the tablets and the small plastic cup of water, "what are these?"
"They're to help you to recover... Dom. You had us very worried there. Now there are some gentlemen that want to talk to you, but the doctor's told them they have to wait until tomorrow, until your stronger." The nurse took the empty plastic cup and disposed of it - cutting Dom short as he tried to rise again. "Let's get you back into your gown now."
"No.... no - have to go..." Dom shook his head. Why did he feel so sleepy, so thick all of a sudden. He shot a frightened look a the nurse - was she a vampire, too?
"Don't be scared, that's just the sleeping pill taking effect, dear," the nurse said, gentling him and removing his clothes as he resisted less and less.
"Don't go...!" Dom grabbed at the nurse's arm as she turned to go. "He'll come... I know he will... please, please... not like this..."
Oblivion, dark and deep.
Dominic's eyelids fluttered open - to darkness.
Not total darkness. Parking lot lights shine through the blinds. A light glows on the phone on the table next to the bed, next to green digital numbers. 8:32 pm.
And a small orange light glows beyond the foot of his bed, off to the side - brightening... dimming... brightening... dimming... and the scent of cloves and smoke strikes Dom's nostrils.
He slowly slides his left hand, which lies under the covers, inching closer to the call button off to the side of the bed.
Swallowing around a parched throat, Dom says drily, "This is a hospital, you know. Smoke-free zone and all that." An expressively raised eyebrow shoots in the direction of the glowing cigarette.
"Stop."
Dom's hand stopped where it was, just free of the covers, inches from the call button. His face turned stormy with fear and anger as the thick unmoving weight came over him, as it had before, and he found himself unable to move, trapped in his body.
The cigarette came closer, until his visitor was sitting on the bed next to him, taking a long final drag and putting it out on the night table.
"Wouldn't want to upset the pretty nurses, would we?" Lij said lightly, eyes in a grin that slowly faded into a stare of confusion.
"Why? How could you push me away?!" Lij's eyes were deep blue with hurt and pain.
Dom's eyes widened with surprise, then squinted with fear. With great effort he forced out words: "Kill... me!"
"Kill you? You actually thought I would kill you?" Elijah spoke with genuine shock, running his hand through his short stubbly hair and down to his neck, getting up and pacing agitatedly near the bed, then stopping to look straight at Dom.
"Dommie - I was trying to save you! I... you couldn't think I'd... I had to drain you, in order to turn you. I wanted - want - to give you eternal life. I wanted... I missed you. I miss you so much, Dom. We're supposed to be together, I know that - and I can't live this life without you. I want you to join me. Join me, Dom." Elijah's face glowed whitely with the intensity of his words, his eyes glittering as he gazed openly at Dom.
Elijah quickly closed the distance to the bed and sat down facing Dom, taking his hands and holding them between his own, staring down at them. "I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to give you life forever... with me." The angelic smile on that waxen imitation of what was once Lij's face made Dom twist inside. He couldn't stop the sadness and the fear from showing in his eyes, and he didn't want to.
Lij's eyes clouded as he saw the fear and rejection in Dom's eyes. He jumped up, striding quickly to the window and back again, fists clenched, body rigid, almost shaking with his anger.
"I don't have time for this - and I'm not waiting any longer, Dom. You'll understand - after." Lij's mouth opened in a sulky snarl as he bent down to Dom's bare pulsing throat, one hand slipping under his neck, the other resting over his heart. Dom shivered uncontrollably as he felt those soft cool lips fasten on his neck, the sharp teeth piercing his skin, a gasp escaping his lips as his head pressed back into the pillow, chest rising up to feel Lij's calm, cool hand pressing down. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod... Dom's breath caught in his throat as ecstasy coursed through him at the touch. Nononononooo... it was too good. It couldn't be resisted. He didn't want to resist, his whole self focused on that wonderful sucking feeling, sound, feeling himself flow into Elijah, hearing grateful moans against his skin. Dom's hand found itself on the back of Lij's head, pressing, asking, begging for him to continue. It was worth it... ohgod it was so worth it. Don't let it end, please god don't let it end!
It was gone. Dom whimpered, fingers grasping helplessly, hand falling away as Lij's mouth left his throat, Lij's head up and staring at the door. Dom had eyes only for Lij, waiting for him, silently begging him to resume the heady blissful sucking.
"NO!", Lij hissed to the unseen figure that slipped through the door. His head turned to follow the figure that came up and grabbed him by the elbow, jerking him fully up. A cry of loss escaped Dom's throat, making Lij turn to look at him, longing etched in every curve of his face. A jerk at the elbow, and Lij's head flipped to look to the side again.
Hissed angrily: "NOT NOW! I'm not FINISHED - I'll follow - LEAVE!"
"You'll do as you're told. They're coming up the hallway and they'll be here any minute - we CANNOT be discovered - we WILL not be discovered. NOW!"
The unseen figure jerked Lij around, grabbing him from behind by the elbows, and pushing him to the window, which Dom now noticed was open. Lij struggled, panting, furious, almost hysterical with need and desperation, looking back over his shoulder, eyes locked on Dom's, but the other handled him easily, shoving him flailing out the window. Dom's heart caught in his throat as he saw Lij disappear over the sill - until he remembered Lij was in no danger. The sound of a neat landing on two feet soon reached his ears.
The other turned around briefly, considering. A quick walk to the bedside, a long lingering lick of the pierced skin, and the head rises up. "You do taste good. But he's mine now. I'll not let you have him." A triumphant grin.
A thought. If Dom were truly dead... The other suddenly sneered and bent hungrily to the two small red holes in his neck as Dom struggled with overwhelming fear... then the other's head jerked up, and it flew to the window, leaping out as the door to the room opened.
"...And here we have a patient whose condition, frankly, baffles us. An unexplained, sudden, almost fatal loss of blood.... Oh - my God...!" The shuffling group of interns almost collided with the doctor, who stood frozen his tracks.
The blinds clanged against the window frame, as the wind suddenly gusted outside.
Genre: Vampire fic
Summary of Part 2: Elijah doesn't give up that easily... and neither does Dom.
Pairing: DomLijah
Rating: NC-17 overall, R for this part; may squick those not used to vampire fics (beware - this is not the "romanticized" version of vampires)
Disclaimer: Lord help us if this is true! *L*! Nope, didn't happen, but... Remember the SAG awards back in 2003, that Elijah didn't attend? This was written for the "Where's Elijah?" challenge but never posted here. Part 1 - Darkness - can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2533002.html#cutid1
Thank you for your feedback and for encouraging me to post the rest of the story - and most of all, for letting me know it's being read. *L* - and I won't hold anybody to feedback on these other parts; "Darkness", the first part, has always been my favorite, but you may enjoy how the rest of the tale unfolds.
HEALING
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The loud thudding at the door reached Dominic's ears, muffled by distance and the thin cover over his head. But he can't hear it as he lies there, curled into a fetal position... unconscious... nearly drained.... skin pale and covered in goosebumps, his frame shaking as his body vainly tries to fight the effects of the cold breeze from the open window.
He can't hear the throaty mutterings in Greek, a key turning in the lock, the quick, angry steps of his landlord heading towards the open window to shut it, the beginning of a lecture on the evils of wasting heat ... the sharp intake of breath as the landlord's eyes take in the bloodstreaked bed, an ominously unmoving and silent mound under the sheets...
A desperate call to 911, the sirens indicating the ambulance arriving below, loud footsteps running up the narrow stairway, the sudden bustle around the bed as legs and arms are grasped to transfer a pale, clammy, but living young man to a guerney, the swift ride to the hospital - all go unheard as his mind drifts, lost.
Lost. He's lost. Lost to him.
A keening moves up through Dominic's body, to his brain, where it rises in volume, unable to escape from lips that can't move. A cry of loss. Of grinning eyes, smirking lips, easy laugh - the soft touch of a hand on his face, the warmth of a close embrace, the desperate gripping and fumbling, naked against each other. Replaced by a cold, pale, soulless facsimile, devoid of feelings, hungry for blood and pain and death and...
Him.
Elijah was gone. Truly gone. No matter how much this ... golem... thing... looked like him, he was gone, there was no bringing him back. Why?! Why couldn't there be? There had to be a way. Please, God, there HAD to be a way to bring him back.
But there wasn't. If Elijah was... a vampire... he was dead. Gone.
Gone gone gone gone gone... the words swirled around and around in his head in an unending terrible circle, until his mind finally granted him the oblivion of deep sleep.
The day passed. The alternating bars of brightness and darkness slowly moved across the hospital bed holding a anemic-looking patient clad in a hospital gown, under bedcovers up to his chin. Transfusions of blood kept him alive, but still he drifted in unconsciousness, not yet ready to face the waking world. Nurses moved in and out, checking on him, monitoring his status carefully. Baskets of flowers arrived soon after Dominic's agent in LA was notified of her client's mysterious illness. Meanwhile, Elijah's agent spent the worst day of his life making call after call, searching for his client; whatever had happened to Dominic, Elijah should have been there in the shared New York apartment, where the window had remained open all night until discovered by the landlord. Was he kidnapped? No demands had yet been made. The agent, and Elijah's family was growing frantic. Did Dominic know of his fate? Detective had visited twice, anxious to talk to the actor. Still, news of the strange "illness" was kept out of the media until more was known...
Gone gone gone gone gone...
Awake.
Suddenly awake, mind clear, taking in the long golden streaks of sun, the hospital bed, the gown, the weakness... adrenaline pumping. Have to get out. Have to get away, far away from here before night comes, before he comes, no time to waste, get up and get out.
Breathing fast, hyper aware, Dominic sits up, sliding his legs over the side of the bed, standing up, feet cold on the hospital floor. Feeling a bit weak, a bit dizzy, consciously ignoring the thick bandage on his neck, looking around for his clothes, gown open and drafty in the back, pulling open drawers, opening a door - good, the closet. Get the clothes, put them on, hands shaking slightly, that's ok, will get something to eat on the way out, will stop shaking, will jump in the car - wait, no car - catch a cab to the apartment - wait, no good, he might be there - go straight to the airport, that's good . Hopping on one leg to pull the jeans on, a little faint, sitting down on the bed for a second - the door opens...
"Mr. Monaghan, please, back in the bed - you're not well enough to leave yet. What are you thinking?" A nurse in white chuckles and firmly pushes him back down to sit on the bed when he tries to stand.
A weak smile, an attempt at charm. "I'm thinking I decided to leave too soon..." he says with a small wink, getting a grin back for his troubles, "but really, I'm expected elsewhere, I have to go - ," he continued in a more serious vein.
"Now, now - you need to take these first, Mr. Monaghan," firmly but politely.
"It's Dom," he replied, with another attempt at an ingratiating smile, taking the tablets and the small plastic cup of water, "what are these?"
"They're to help you to recover... Dom. You had us very worried there. Now there are some gentlemen that want to talk to you, but the doctor's told them they have to wait until tomorrow, until your stronger." The nurse took the empty plastic cup and disposed of it - cutting Dom short as he tried to rise again. "Let's get you back into your gown now."
"No.... no - have to go..." Dom shook his head. Why did he feel so sleepy, so thick all of a sudden. He shot a frightened look a the nurse - was she a vampire, too?
"Don't be scared, that's just the sleeping pill taking effect, dear," the nurse said, gentling him and removing his clothes as he resisted less and less.
"Don't go...!" Dom grabbed at the nurse's arm as she turned to go. "He'll come... I know he will... please, please... not like this..."
Oblivion, dark and deep.
Dominic's eyelids fluttered open - to darkness.
Not total darkness. Parking lot lights shine through the blinds. A light glows on the phone on the table next to the bed, next to green digital numbers. 8:32 pm.
And a small orange light glows beyond the foot of his bed, off to the side - brightening... dimming... brightening... dimming... and the scent of cloves and smoke strikes Dom's nostrils.
He slowly slides his left hand, which lies under the covers, inching closer to the call button off to the side of the bed.
Swallowing around a parched throat, Dom says drily, "This is a hospital, you know. Smoke-free zone and all that." An expressively raised eyebrow shoots in the direction of the glowing cigarette.
"Stop."
Dom's hand stopped where it was, just free of the covers, inches from the call button. His face turned stormy with fear and anger as the thick unmoving weight came over him, as it had before, and he found himself unable to move, trapped in his body.
The cigarette came closer, until his visitor was sitting on the bed next to him, taking a long final drag and putting it out on the night table.
"Wouldn't want to upset the pretty nurses, would we?" Lij said lightly, eyes in a grin that slowly faded into a stare of confusion.
"Why? How could you push me away?!" Lij's eyes were deep blue with hurt and pain.
Dom's eyes widened with surprise, then squinted with fear. With great effort he forced out words: "Kill... me!"
"Kill you? You actually thought I would kill you?" Elijah spoke with genuine shock, running his hand through his short stubbly hair and down to his neck, getting up and pacing agitatedly near the bed, then stopping to look straight at Dom.
"Dommie - I was trying to save you! I... you couldn't think I'd... I had to drain you, in order to turn you. I wanted - want - to give you eternal life. I wanted... I missed you. I miss you so much, Dom. We're supposed to be together, I know that - and I can't live this life without you. I want you to join me. Join me, Dom." Elijah's face glowed whitely with the intensity of his words, his eyes glittering as he gazed openly at Dom.
Elijah quickly closed the distance to the bed and sat down facing Dom, taking his hands and holding them between his own, staring down at them. "I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to give you life forever... with me." The angelic smile on that waxen imitation of what was once Lij's face made Dom twist inside. He couldn't stop the sadness and the fear from showing in his eyes, and he didn't want to.
Lij's eyes clouded as he saw the fear and rejection in Dom's eyes. He jumped up, striding quickly to the window and back again, fists clenched, body rigid, almost shaking with his anger.
"I don't have time for this - and I'm not waiting any longer, Dom. You'll understand - after." Lij's mouth opened in a sulky snarl as he bent down to Dom's bare pulsing throat, one hand slipping under his neck, the other resting over his heart. Dom shivered uncontrollably as he felt those soft cool lips fasten on his neck, the sharp teeth piercing his skin, a gasp escaping his lips as his head pressed back into the pillow, chest rising up to feel Lij's calm, cool hand pressing down. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod... Dom's breath caught in his throat as ecstasy coursed through him at the touch. Nononononooo... it was too good. It couldn't be resisted. He didn't want to resist, his whole self focused on that wonderful sucking feeling, sound, feeling himself flow into Elijah, hearing grateful moans against his skin. Dom's hand found itself on the back of Lij's head, pressing, asking, begging for him to continue. It was worth it... ohgod it was so worth it. Don't let it end, please god don't let it end!
It was gone. Dom whimpered, fingers grasping helplessly, hand falling away as Lij's mouth left his throat, Lij's head up and staring at the door. Dom had eyes only for Lij, waiting for him, silently begging him to resume the heady blissful sucking.
"NO!", Lij hissed to the unseen figure that slipped through the door. His head turned to follow the figure that came up and grabbed him by the elbow, jerking him fully up. A cry of loss escaped Dom's throat, making Lij turn to look at him, longing etched in every curve of his face. A jerk at the elbow, and Lij's head flipped to look to the side again.
Hissed angrily: "NOT NOW! I'm not FINISHED - I'll follow - LEAVE!"
"You'll do as you're told. They're coming up the hallway and they'll be here any minute - we CANNOT be discovered - we WILL not be discovered. NOW!"
The unseen figure jerked Lij around, grabbing him from behind by the elbows, and pushing him to the window, which Dom now noticed was open. Lij struggled, panting, furious, almost hysterical with need and desperation, looking back over his shoulder, eyes locked on Dom's, but the other handled him easily, shoving him flailing out the window. Dom's heart caught in his throat as he saw Lij disappear over the sill - until he remembered Lij was in no danger. The sound of a neat landing on two feet soon reached his ears.
The other turned around briefly, considering. A quick walk to the bedside, a long lingering lick of the pierced skin, and the head rises up. "You do taste good. But he's mine now. I'll not let you have him." A triumphant grin.
A thought. If Dom were truly dead... The other suddenly sneered and bent hungrily to the two small red holes in his neck as Dom struggled with overwhelming fear... then the other's head jerked up, and it flew to the window, leaping out as the door to the room opened.
"...And here we have a patient whose condition, frankly, baffles us. An unexplained, sudden, almost fatal loss of blood.... Oh - my God...!" The shuffling group of interns almost collided with the doctor, who stood frozen his tracks.
The blinds clanged against the window frame, as the wind suddenly gusted outside.