God Help The Outcasts
a/n: Wrote it all on my Blackberry every day from 1 am to 4 am...and one of my favorite chapters to boot. Enjoy!
While House reacquainted himself with his first lover in a life after death, Jimmy felt a gust of insecurity in his unbeating heart. This Lisa had past chemistry with his Mate and, even though their bond was in blood and flesh, he felt below her. She was more in tune to the carnal desires he had once renounced. But most of all, he was intrigued. Jane, contrary to his sibling, was more worried about the so called memory that plagued his maker if for a moment. He learned early on that there would be a massacre if there was at least one survivor of House's original coven. The plan itself was deceivingly absolute: after beheading Tritter, both Greg and Hope burned the entire building they stayed at just before dawn. Whatever the fire didn't kill, the Sun would finish the job. The last memory House had of his belladonna mother was when they parted ways as she bestowed the Mother's Strain into him. "The next time we meet, I'll know we've failed," her whisper rang just as crisp in Patrick's ear as it did 180 years prior.
Wasting no time, Patrick donned his red cloak and hood, catching Jimmy's attention. "You're not going to wait for House?" He asked, following his Chevalier out the bordello. "Leave me be, James; I have business to tend to," the industrialist hissed then hesitated, "but if you must, wear your hood...I don't want anyone recognizing us." Maybe he can learn something from all this, the older vampire thought to himself. Jimmy did just that, covering his expressive face under the formal black cloth. He gave the entrance one more look, using his telepathic link, said, I'll be back, and ran off to trail his wayward brother.
"You're asking me to do what? You're a powerful vampire as it is, Greg...not all have what you have," Lisa corrected, taking heed of the request for protection. "I couldn't find Jimmy in time to stop the torture; Robertson used something that clouded our connection," House admitted ruefully; he couldn't make sense of that silence. Even now, Novak's voice was loud and clear when he alerted him that he'd be with Patrick. "Sorry House, but I can't give you any more. The blood I gave you then was only because you were my lover. You're just going to figure it out yourself," the former goddess said with a hint of worry for Gregory..."You've done quite a mess for that man to have chased you for the last 20 years." Then there's the issue with Allison...wait, Jane? Jane! Patrick!
Jane heard his Other Father very loud and clear; he just ignored him. He and Jimmy were back at the docks, now silent with inactivity, searching for that brief memory. "James, can you hear anything out the ordinary?" Patrick asked while closing his eyes and letting his sensitive ears pick up any aberration. Jimmy shook his head and imitated the industrialist. He did pick up a putrid smell like no other in either life; it was at best the scent of rotting flesh. "No but something's gone foul," he said when he suddenly heard movement from the dock cabin. Both vampires perked up and Patrick hissed, showing his fangs in retaliation while Jimmy hesitated but drew House's knife regardless. It was an echoing sound; there was no way to pin it down to one straight path...
Until a grand spray of blood erupted from Jane's chest. "Patrick!" Jimmy shouted in horror, grabbing his brother in midair and selflessly shielding him from any more damage. Kutner! Marik! Juno! He called for his Animals, hoping they heard while he stood his ground against the unknown attacker. "Call your oversized dogs off if you don't want them to die," Patrick wheezed out as his wound closed up for the time being; he knew what they were up against. They wouldn't stand a chance against this lethal unknown. "Why? You're hurt," the priest tried to reason until he heard the footsteps again.
Whatever had attacked Jane was going for the kill the second time but Jimmy never relented in the protection. They could both see a flash of silver aimed at their necks when they heard a fast thud sound. House towered over his Children, right hand dripping with red while the beldam picked up her severed arm. "I assume you need no hug or a kiss hello," the vampire growled as his former coven member reattached her limb, something extraordinary for her species. Allison never once gave an emotion and replied, "You were always a bastard in our family's eyes, never good enough."
"Fair enough," House snarled back, no one dare hurt his creations and gets to walk home. Jimmy tried to keep up with the furious movements between beldam and his Mate, hearing the clashing and the roaring. It was few moments later that he noticed Patrick had also disappeared into the fight, leaving his crimson cowl with him. Novak had no desire to fight so he dismissed his pack from coming to the rescue; Jane and House would be enough.
Suddenly, movement seized and the doctor was on his knees while the industrialist held Allison by the neck. "Who are you working for?" Greg shot at her, scratches healing but stare unrelenting. "You've been without punishment for too long...he'll correct that soon enough for both your crimes," she replied, enjoying the fear in House's expression. Shit, he's using my own past to track me down! It was his logical conclusion. The oldest vampire then offered his hand to his mate, who accepted it gladly. "What do I do with her, House?"Jane asked, knowing the answer anyway, "Kill her," Greg said just as Jimmy burrowed into his chest; he hated watching his lover or his brother snuff out a light. "With pleasure." There was a sickening rip and Allison was no more as her head rolled onto the wooden floor.
"What do we do now? What was she talking about?" Novak asked, worried for House's safety above his own. "You're going to run as fast as you can away from New Orleans-" "I won't abandon you, neither of you," the priest argued, his cassock covered in Patrick's blood. "Then we have to run and find shelter; Fr. Robertson is here and he's looking for us," the doctor commanded when he heard the distant galloping of horses. "Shit!" All three took off in a rapid sprint, climbing up and hopping over rooftops. Their tormentors soon caught up to their trails; the only familiar face was the almost balding archbishop in his white horse. Jimmy couldn't help the sadness in his heart; watching his mentor shove aside revelers, all to kill his lover.
That memory gave him an idea, and he yelled, "Head for the Parish Church!" "Are you insane? He'll kill us for sure!" Patrick shouted in disbelief; James wanted the hellfire! "Not if we ask for Sanctuary!" Novak added with pride, he still remembered his faith's loophole. It took the older vampires a millisecond but it made sense. "Brilliant," House uttered before a shot nearly grazed his leg. They were all headed to same building...but almost instantly, the ground beneath Fr. Robertson's liquefied beneath him. We're even now, Lisa's voice whispered in House's mind before she exited her bordello and entered her stagecoach. A wordless thank you sufficed and they were able to unravel the labyrinth to their destination.
Immediately after finding the doors, Jimmy pounded on the oak surface and cried the ubiquitous word. "Sanctuary, please grant us Sanctuary!" He hoped and prayed someone would listen, but no answer came from inside the Church walls. By instinct, both House and Jane guarded the priest's side; they could hear the archbishop's cavalry regrouping and heading their way. "No one's inside, Novak! We don't have much time!" Greg alerted his beloved clergyman and by proxy, his oldest child...he knew he had a choice: fight off the zealots or hand himself in exchange for their safety. The time to choose was upon him; the enemy was closing them into a corner like animals. They couldn't move anywhere with the flames and the blades laced with Dead Man's Blood and holy oil. Jimmy's mind couldn't help remind him of the torture he had endured with the noxious substance...
"I told you I'd find you again," Fr. Robertson smugly stated, watching the oldest of the vampires cringe at the sound of his voice. "You spiteful bastard!" House shouted, "let my children go and I'm yours!" This stunned Patrick but not Jimmy; he had seen the extent of his misanthropic mate's emotions.
"Your children? Don't delude yourself; one of those abortions was once one of the Righteous," the archbishop scorned his protege, as if he were trash. "I still am!" Jimmy screamed, cerulean eyes glowing for the first time. But instead of attacking, Novak shouted, "Sanctuary!" The doors slammed open, allowing the priest to grant the clemency. "James! What are you doing?!" Fr. Robertson asked to no avail. "You once taught me to watch out for the Devil, because he lurks in all of humanity...I see him now, and I understand. Because you never removed my name from the canon, I hereby grant sanctuary to my Mate and his Chevalier," Jimmy responded solemnly while entering the Church, "If any of you follow us inside, I'll see to it that you'll be just as damned as we are."
Father Robertson was shocked at the sight as one of his own defy him so openly. He could burn the structure to ashes but he'd be called a hypocrite and...he had an image to maintain. "I could reverse your damnation, my child," Robertson bribed, appealing Snow White's one weakness: his humanity. "Like last time?" Were Jimmy's last cordial words to the man that taught him everything about loving God before he closed the church entrance. Once inside, the priest fell into House's arms...and cried bitter streams of blood.
a/n: Chevalier: French for knight, another way to call the Comrade Bond
While House reacquainted himself with his first lover in a life after death, Jimmy felt a gust of insecurity in his unbeating heart. This Lisa had past chemistry with his Mate and, even though their bond was in blood and flesh, he felt below her. She was more in tune to the carnal desires he had once renounced. But most of all, he was intrigued. Jane, contrary to his sibling, was more worried about the so called memory that plagued his maker if for a moment. He learned early on that there would be a massacre if there was at least one survivor of House's original coven. The plan itself was deceivingly absolute: after beheading Tritter, both Greg and Hope burned the entire building they stayed at just before dawn. Whatever the fire didn't kill, the Sun would finish the job. The last memory House had of his belladonna mother was when they parted ways as she bestowed the Mother's Strain into him. "The next time we meet, I'll know we've failed," her whisper rang just as crisp in Patrick's ear as it did 180 years prior.
Wasting no time, Patrick donned his red cloak and hood, catching Jimmy's attention. "You're not going to wait for House?" He asked, following his Chevalier out the bordello. "Leave me be, James; I have business to tend to," the industrialist hissed then hesitated, "but if you must, wear your hood...I don't want anyone recognizing us." Maybe he can learn something from all this, the older vampire thought to himself. Jimmy did just that, covering his expressive face under the formal black cloth. He gave the entrance one more look, using his telepathic link, said, I'll be back, and ran off to trail his wayward brother.
"You're asking me to do what? You're a powerful vampire as it is, Greg...not all have what you have," Lisa corrected, taking heed of the request for protection. "I couldn't find Jimmy in time to stop the torture; Robertson used something that clouded our connection," House admitted ruefully; he couldn't make sense of that silence. Even now, Novak's voice was loud and clear when he alerted him that he'd be with Patrick. "Sorry House, but I can't give you any more. The blood I gave you then was only because you were my lover. You're just going to figure it out yourself," the former goddess said with a hint of worry for Gregory..."You've done quite a mess for that man to have chased you for the last 20 years." Then there's the issue with Allison...wait, Jane? Jane! Patrick!
Jane heard his Other Father very loud and clear; he just ignored him. He and Jimmy were back at the docks, now silent with inactivity, searching for that brief memory. "James, can you hear anything out the ordinary?" Patrick asked while closing his eyes and letting his sensitive ears pick up any aberration. Jimmy shook his head and imitated the industrialist. He did pick up a putrid smell like no other in either life; it was at best the scent of rotting flesh. "No but something's gone foul," he said when he suddenly heard movement from the dock cabin. Both vampires perked up and Patrick hissed, showing his fangs in retaliation while Jimmy hesitated but drew House's knife regardless. It was an echoing sound; there was no way to pin it down to one straight path...
Until a grand spray of blood erupted from Jane's chest. "Patrick!" Jimmy shouted in horror, grabbing his brother in midair and selflessly shielding him from any more damage. Kutner! Marik! Juno! He called for his Animals, hoping they heard while he stood his ground against the unknown attacker. "Call your oversized dogs off if you don't want them to die," Patrick wheezed out as his wound closed up for the time being; he knew what they were up against. They wouldn't stand a chance against this lethal unknown. "Why? You're hurt," the priest tried to reason until he heard the footsteps again.
Whatever had attacked Jane was going for the kill the second time but Jimmy never relented in the protection. They could both see a flash of silver aimed at their necks when they heard a fast thud sound. House towered over his Children, right hand dripping with red while the beldam picked up her severed arm. "I assume you need no hug or a kiss hello," the vampire growled as his former coven member reattached her limb, something extraordinary for her species. Allison never once gave an emotion and replied, "You were always a bastard in our family's eyes, never good enough."
"Fair enough," House snarled back, no one dare hurt his creations and gets to walk home. Jimmy tried to keep up with the furious movements between beldam and his Mate, hearing the clashing and the roaring. It was few moments later that he noticed Patrick had also disappeared into the fight, leaving his crimson cowl with him. Novak had no desire to fight so he dismissed his pack from coming to the rescue; Jane and House would be enough.
Suddenly, movement seized and the doctor was on his knees while the industrialist held Allison by the neck. "Who are you working for?" Greg shot at her, scratches healing but stare unrelenting. "You've been without punishment for too long...he'll correct that soon enough for both your crimes," she replied, enjoying the fear in House's expression. Shit, he's using my own past to track me down! It was his logical conclusion. The oldest vampire then offered his hand to his mate, who accepted it gladly. "What do I do with her, House?"Jane asked, knowing the answer anyway, "Kill her," Greg said just as Jimmy burrowed into his chest; he hated watching his lover or his brother snuff out a light. "With pleasure." There was a sickening rip and Allison was no more as her head rolled onto the wooden floor.
"What do we do now? What was she talking about?" Novak asked, worried for House's safety above his own. "You're going to run as fast as you can away from New Orleans-" "I won't abandon you, neither of you," the priest argued, his cassock covered in Patrick's blood. "Then we have to run and find shelter; Fr. Robertson is here and he's looking for us," the doctor commanded when he heard the distant galloping of horses. "Shit!" All three took off in a rapid sprint, climbing up and hopping over rooftops. Their tormentors soon caught up to their trails; the only familiar face was the almost balding archbishop in his white horse. Jimmy couldn't help the sadness in his heart; watching his mentor shove aside revelers, all to kill his lover.
That memory gave him an idea, and he yelled, "Head for the Parish Church!" "Are you insane? He'll kill us for sure!" Patrick shouted in disbelief; James wanted the hellfire! "Not if we ask for Sanctuary!" Novak added with pride, he still remembered his faith's loophole. It took the older vampires a millisecond but it made sense. "Brilliant," House uttered before a shot nearly grazed his leg. They were all headed to same building...but almost instantly, the ground beneath Fr. Robertson's liquefied beneath him. We're even now, Lisa's voice whispered in House's mind before she exited her bordello and entered her stagecoach. A wordless thank you sufficed and they were able to unravel the labyrinth to their destination.
Immediately after finding the doors, Jimmy pounded on the oak surface and cried the ubiquitous word. "Sanctuary, please grant us Sanctuary!" He hoped and prayed someone would listen, but no answer came from inside the Church walls. By instinct, both House and Jane guarded the priest's side; they could hear the archbishop's cavalry regrouping and heading their way. "No one's inside, Novak! We don't have much time!" Greg alerted his beloved clergyman and by proxy, his oldest child...he knew he had a choice: fight off the zealots or hand himself in exchange for their safety. The time to choose was upon him; the enemy was closing them into a corner like animals. They couldn't move anywhere with the flames and the blades laced with Dead Man's Blood and holy oil. Jimmy's mind couldn't help remind him of the torture he had endured with the noxious substance...
"I told you I'd find you again," Fr. Robertson smugly stated, watching the oldest of the vampires cringe at the sound of his voice. "You spiteful bastard!" House shouted, "let my children go and I'm yours!" This stunned Patrick but not Jimmy; he had seen the extent of his misanthropic mate's emotions.
"Your children? Don't delude yourself; one of those abortions was once one of the Righteous," the archbishop scorned his protege, as if he were trash. "I still am!" Jimmy screamed, cerulean eyes glowing for the first time. But instead of attacking, Novak shouted, "Sanctuary!" The doors slammed open, allowing the priest to grant the clemency. "James! What are you doing?!" Fr. Robertson asked to no avail. "You once taught me to watch out for the Devil, because he lurks in all of humanity...I see him now, and I understand. Because you never removed my name from the canon, I hereby grant sanctuary to my Mate and his Chevalier," Jimmy responded solemnly while entering the Church, "If any of you follow us inside, I'll see to it that you'll be just as damned as we are."
Father Robertson was shocked at the sight as one of his own defy him so openly. He could burn the structure to ashes but he'd be called a hypocrite and...he had an image to maintain. "I could reverse your damnation, my child," Robertson bribed, appealing Snow White's one weakness: his humanity. "Like last time?" Were Jimmy's last cordial words to the man that taught him everything about loving God before he closed the church entrance. Once inside, the priest fell into House's arms...and cried bitter streams of blood.
a/n: Chevalier: French for knight, another way to call the Comrade Bond