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Title: Vamp
Cliche: Possession & Mind Control
Pairing:Teyla/Kavanagh
Rating: R
Word Count: 850
Betas: neevebrody and mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Teyla resolves a problem.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Making Time
Vamp
Teyla watched the man sleeping in her bed and considered her options. He’d been an easy conquest. She’d barely needed to exert her control to bring him crawling to her on his knees. Truthfully, she’d been flattered at his need and desire for her to take him. It almost assuaged the guilt. In her many years, Teyla had never taken a human for a pet but she had never met one so responsive to her mental commands as Dr. Calvin Kavanagh.
She knew she’d have to end this someday soon. A few weeks were the most one of her kind could constantly feed from the same human before they died and he had been hers for a month now. She ran her fingers through his hair, its softness endlessly fascinating to her, as was his pale skin. He wasn’t a feminine man. No, there was muscle under that smooth skin and calluses on his hands that felt good on her body.
For a time, she’d considered putting a collar on him. She knew exactly how that would go down and she knew how much he’d like it. Kavanagh would kneel at her feet, neck bent, and cock already hard as he anticipated her bite. He really was a deliciously pliable pet and it would be so easy to bend him until he broke, to give into the dark side of her nature. Other vampires did it without qualm but Teyla still struggled against the nightmare creature she’d become.
That first night he’d been devoted to pleasing her. He’d offered his neck and she’d feasted, heady with her mastery over him. Unfortunately, her bloodlust was almost too much to control and she’d nearly killed him. She still remembered how still he’d lain in her arms. Too pale, too close to death. Teyla killed when she’d had to, but not like this. Maybe that Libertine, as he called himself, had the right of it. Feed lightly from many to keep the bloodlust at bay and let the killings become something of the past.
There were new rumors about the Libertine now. Apparently, John Sheppard no longer participated in the hunt. He’d been claimed by a Potential. Teyla found that a bit hard to believe. Potentials were magical creatures and a silly belief every new vampire clung to like an innocent child. They’d be better off to realize they were wasting their time and that no one was coming to save them from their unlife. No one was coming to save any of them.
Teyla moved away from the bedside and began to dress. She’d made her decision and the night wasn’t getting any younger. She made sure her clothing allowed freedom of movement. It had been a relief to shake off the full, long skirts of ages past. The dark hues she wore would blend into the night but, more importantly, she could run if she had to -- and she could fight.
Maybe it was time to give that old vamp Caldwell a visit. Steven always knew what was going on. He had the best network of information available, a combination of spies and technology that he’d been fine-tuning for years. If anyone could verify fact from hearsay, he could. She could both satisfy her curiosity on the rumor of John’s Potential, and learn about the newest vampire hunter on the street. But first, she had to break her bond over the doctor.
Last night Kavanagh had asked her to turn him. She would never do that and yet it was obvious he would die if she continued to keep him as her pet. No, she would deny him his request and she would not kill him out of mercy either. He was clever and still young enough to make a life for himself. She’d ease away the memories of their time together and one day he’d get past the bitterness her abandonment would leave behind.
Teyla laid a hand on his brow and carefully drew away all recollections of her influence. He’d still remember being left but not by whom, and tales of vampires would once again retreat into myth in his mind. She regretted the necessity of it as soon as she’d accomplished her task. Kavanagh had eased her weary nights and her constant fight against her vampiric nature.
There was one more thing she could do. She’d find out all Caldwell knew of this latest vampire hunter. This new one was reported to be particularly deadly. Fast, vicious, and unrelenting. The only way they even knew of him was from the very few vampires that had run and managed to briefly escape. Very briefly.
Yes, she’d find out where she could challenge him and gladly meet him in a duel to the death. If she succeeded, she would rid her kind of this danger. If she failed, she would rid the humans of her own threat to their existence. What would the Libertine call it? Ah yes, a win-win scenario.
With a determined heart, she whispered a final good-bye to her dear doctor and withdrew into the night.
Next Reflections
eta When I started this I thought I had Rare Pairings for a prompt. (That's my excuse for this pairing and I'm sticking to it) I had it almost all finished before I realized- nope, er oops. Good thing it fits this prompt too ;)
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Title: Vamp
Cliche: Possession & Mind Control
Pairing:Teyla/Kavanagh
Rating: R
Word Count: 850
Betas: neevebrody and mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Teyla resolves a problem.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Making Time
Vamp
Teyla watched the man sleeping in her bed and considered her options. He’d been an easy conquest. She’d barely needed to exert her control to bring him crawling to her on his knees. Truthfully, she’d been flattered at his need and desire for her to take him. It almost assuaged the guilt. In her many years, Teyla had never taken a human for a pet but she had never met one so responsive to her mental commands as Dr. Calvin Kavanagh.
She knew she’d have to end this someday soon. A few weeks were the most one of her kind could constantly feed from the same human before they died and he had been hers for a month now. She ran her fingers through his hair, its softness endlessly fascinating to her, as was his pale skin. He wasn’t a feminine man. No, there was muscle under that smooth skin and calluses on his hands that felt good on her body.
For a time, she’d considered putting a collar on him. She knew exactly how that would go down and she knew how much he’d like it. Kavanagh would kneel at her feet, neck bent, and cock already hard as he anticipated her bite. He really was a deliciously pliable pet and it would be so easy to bend him until he broke, to give into the dark side of her nature. Other vampires did it without qualm but Teyla still struggled against the nightmare creature she’d become.
That first night he’d been devoted to pleasing her. He’d offered his neck and she’d feasted, heady with her mastery over him. Unfortunately, her bloodlust was almost too much to control and she’d nearly killed him. She still remembered how still he’d lain in her arms. Too pale, too close to death. Teyla killed when she’d had to, but not like this. Maybe that Libertine, as he called himself, had the right of it. Feed lightly from many to keep the bloodlust at bay and let the killings become something of the past.
There were new rumors about the Libertine now. Apparently, John Sheppard no longer participated in the hunt. He’d been claimed by a Potential. Teyla found that a bit hard to believe. Potentials were magical creatures and a silly belief every new vampire clung to like an innocent child. They’d be better off to realize they were wasting their time and that no one was coming to save them from their unlife. No one was coming to save any of them.
Teyla moved away from the bedside and began to dress. She’d made her decision and the night wasn’t getting any younger. She made sure her clothing allowed freedom of movement. It had been a relief to shake off the full, long skirts of ages past. The dark hues she wore would blend into the night but, more importantly, she could run if she had to -- and she could fight.
Maybe it was time to give that old vamp Caldwell a visit. Steven always knew what was going on. He had the best network of information available, a combination of spies and technology that he’d been fine-tuning for years. If anyone could verify fact from hearsay, he could. She could both satisfy her curiosity on the rumor of John’s Potential, and learn about the newest vampire hunter on the street. But first, she had to break her bond over the doctor.
Last night Kavanagh had asked her to turn him. She would never do that and yet it was obvious he would die if she continued to keep him as her pet. No, she would deny him his request and she would not kill him out of mercy either. He was clever and still young enough to make a life for himself. She’d ease away the memories of their time together and one day he’d get past the bitterness her abandonment would leave behind.
Teyla laid a hand on his brow and carefully drew away all recollections of her influence. He’d still remember being left but not by whom, and tales of vampires would once again retreat into myth in his mind. She regretted the necessity of it as soon as she’d accomplished her task. Kavanagh had eased her weary nights and her constant fight against her vampiric nature.
There was one more thing she could do. She’d find out all Caldwell knew of this latest vampire hunter. This new one was reported to be particularly deadly. Fast, vicious, and unrelenting. The only way they even knew of him was from the very few vampires that had run and managed to briefly escape. Very briefly.
Yes, she’d find out where she could challenge him and gladly meet him in a duel to the death. If she succeeded, she would rid her kind of this danger. If she failed, she would rid the humans of her own threat to their existence. What would the Libertine call it? Ah yes, a win-win scenario.
With a determined heart, she whispered a final good-bye to her dear doctor and withdrew into the night.
Next Reflections
eta When I started this I thought I had Rare Pairings for a prompt. (That's my excuse for this pairing and I'm sticking to it) I had it almost all finished before I realized- nope, er oops. Good thing it fits this prompt too ;)
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