Fic: In the Future, Series 2 - "Seven Days" 8/10
Title: Seven Days 8/10
Author: Me
Spoilers: References Bloodlust
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 1526
Notes: This is het, R, Sam/Lenore. Future fic. Unbeta'd. Continues from the previous "In the Future" series.
"We're being watched," Sam murmurs as they step through the dark towards the death-still house.
"Duh," Lenore whispers back, eyes trained on the form she can just distinguish in the shows. They're making very little noise and Lenore has the urge to whistle.
She swallows that back when the shadow morphs into an actual person. Cool trick...
He's small and dressed in nondescript black clothing; if they passed him on the street they would have never guessed he potentially held their future in his hands.
"We're Lenore and Sam," she says in a clear voice, feeling Sam's tension bleeding through the air. "We're not going to harm you..."
"That's nice," Bilka calls back.
"We need your help," Sam says.
"That's nice," he calls back again.
Then silence.
"Listen, we're on the verge of being desperate here," Lenore points out, cool and annoyed. "I don't have to explain, that's a bad state place us in,"
"That doesn't sound harmless," the other vampire calls, dry and humored.
"Excellent point."
Another spot of silence then laughter, rich and deep.
"Come in, I've heard about you. I feel honored to find you skulking outside my door."
The shadow moves back towards the house. Lenore looks at Sam, Sam looks at Lenore and she takes his hand with a fevered squeeze - then leads them into the lion's den.
***
The inside of the house actually has some lightning but it doesn't reach the corners. Every wall appears to be bursting forth books - Sam's favorite kind, all old and dusty and full of Latin text and wood carvings. Other surfaces has not escaped the book piles; even the window sills housed a few dozen each, handy for blocking out light she supposed as she stepped gingerly through the house.
Lenore was following the small sounds towards their host - as Sam drifted towards the wall of books closest, like mermaids calling a siren's song to lure unsuspecting geeks into the depths. She let go of his hand reluctantly, hushing the urge to remind him not to wander off like an errant (potentially dangerous) child.
"You've heard of us?" she asks, stepping into the circle of light where Bilka stood. Ostensibly this room would be the house's kitchen, though only an industrial grade fridge and a battered table set occupied the room. Their host - middle aged and still utterly forgettable - was pouring thick red liquid into wide mouthed wine glasses as if he were hosting a party.
"You and your companion are rather infamous. I did not realize he was one of us."
The humored tone became something thoughtful at the end, as if he were considering the magnitude of the ex-demon hunter becoming one of them.
"He chose it," she says defensively.
"Good." Bilka hands her a cup, gray eyes glittery.
"I don't..."
"It's a lovely bovine. Remember Lenore, I know exactly who you are."
Lenore clamps down on a snotty retort because god, she's starving. She drinks down the otherwise disgusting fare and licks her lips, the warmth of the nourishment igniting every cell in her body. God, so good, she thinks. Thank you Bessie. When she rejoins the reality of the room, Bilka is watching her and smirking and she wishes she didn't need his help so badly...
"Okay wise one - why are we here?"
Lenore can hear Sam behind her, restlessly touching books and eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Your friend is not under control. I'm assuming that troubles you."
She looks at her empty glass, the last drops clinging to the sides. She nods.
"Your friend has a target on his head. He's killed our kind."
"We kill each other. We kill humans. No one deserves a good citizen award around here."
"You don't do either of those things..."
"She's a special snowflake," Sam's quiet sarcasm seems to come out of nowhere. She jumps, the glass rattling in her hand.
"Why did you have her turn you?" Bilka asks, curiosity lacing through his words.
"I..." Lenore doesn't turn around; he's at her elbow and radiating cold. "I wanted to be with her," comes softly at her ear.
Her knees go ridiculously weak.
"Very romantic." Bilka sits down at the table, pushing a glass towards Sam. "But not very practical. Now that you are one of us, do you feel the same way? Do you want to remain with her and her...alternate lifestyle?"
Sam snorts.
"My entire life has run on an alternate track. Why change now?"
"Can you help him control himself? That's the question on the table. The rest is just..." Stuff she doesn't want to know the answer to. Lenore hands the full cup to Sam over her shoulder, knowing he's hungry, knowing he's full of anxiety. Knowing that if he's drinking he might SHUT UP.
"Possibly."
"What do you want in return?" There's always a price.
"Nothing. It will give me something to do for awhile. I've been quite bored to be quite honest."
"Awhile?" Lenore steps back, Sam catches her around the waist without pausing his sucking down of the sweet nectar in his glass.
"No guarantees, no time estimates. It's free but it's not an exact science."
"So we'll stay here..." Sam half-says, half-questions. She can feel the way his body is pressing against her, aroused and possessive.
"You'll stay here, Lenore will have to leave. I'm not a bed and breakfast and distractions won't make the process work any faster. Besides...." Bilka stands and walks over to refill their glasses like a good host. "Sam, you need other reason for doing this besides Lenore."
"I think I'm worth it." Lenore tosses her hair defiantly.
"Absolutely," Sam whispers into her hair, rubbing his hips against the small of her back.
Bilka laughs.
"I'm sure you are. But you cannot be the only reason."
Sam clearly isn't loving Bilka's answers; he moves against Lenore half-horny and very agitated. "So what's first, learning how to use a light-saber or lifting a ship out of the bog?"
"First," Bilka says, ignoring Sam's FINE pop culture joke. "First Lenore must say her goodbyes and then - then we'll talk."
"I don't even get a run down of what's going to happen? Seriously Mr. Bilka the great - you just want me to leave a new vampire with a target on his ass in your hands and trust you? Are you new to the planet sweetheart? It doesn't work that way."
"You sought me out," Bilka shrugs. "Did you expect a pill or potion?"
"Yes actually I did." Lenore's annoyance ratchets up a few thousand notches.
Sam is pulling at her hand. "Let's go."
"What?"
"Let's go." He pulls hard enough to get her lurching in his direction, grabbing her glass and putting it on the table." "I don't like this."
"We don't have to like it if it works." Lenore's eyes rest on Sam's face, registering the fear and frustration. This isn't their best option, this is their only option because basically everything else ends with "and then she killed him and walked into the sunlight" and murder/suicide seems a stupid way to end all of this.
"I'm not staying."
"Maybe we should give it a chance..."
"But you just said - "
"I know what I said. But I there's no plan B right now," she whispers, knowing that Bilka's not even pretending he can't hear them. "We'll give him a little time, see what happens and then I come back for you..."
Sam blinks and something hardens in his eyes that Lenore doesn't like.
"So you're leaving me here."
"I'll stay in the city, right where you can find me. I won't leave." She tears her gaze away to look back at the bemused man at the table.
"A week. I'll give you a week and then I come back."
"I told you, I can't guarantee..."
"A week is plenty of time to know if it's working or not." Lenore tightens her grip on Sam while he nearly squeezes the life out of her in return.
Bilka mumbles to himself then nods. "Seven days. Say your goodbyes so we can get started."
***
It's all happened so fast. Suddenly they're outside, leaning against each other in shock.
"This is crazy," Sam babbles into her hair, pushing her against the side of the car frantically. "Let's just leave, right now, we can figure this out. I don't want you to be gone for that long, I don't want you alone."
"No we can't. I wish we could but we can't." Lenore has her hands under his shirt, kneading flesh and pressing her legs between his. The edge she's on is rapidly evolving into a cliff, a very high cliff and she's getting so high up she can no longer make out the bottom. She presses her ear to his chest in a vain attempt to find a heartbeat. "I'll wait at the motel. I'll come back in seven days.
Sam says nothing, his hands still moving even as he's stiff and still against her. She suspects he's feeling abandoned and she wants to punch him in the face for doubting her.
"Seven days," she repeats.
Author: Me
Spoilers: References Bloodlust
Disclaimer: Fan fic, nothing owned
Word count: 1526
Notes: This is het, R, Sam/Lenore. Future fic. Unbeta'd. Continues from the previous "In the Future" series.
"We're being watched," Sam murmurs as they step through the dark towards the death-still house.
"Duh," Lenore whispers back, eyes trained on the form she can just distinguish in the shows. They're making very little noise and Lenore has the urge to whistle.
She swallows that back when the shadow morphs into an actual person. Cool trick...
He's small and dressed in nondescript black clothing; if they passed him on the street they would have never guessed he potentially held their future in his hands.
"We're Lenore and Sam," she says in a clear voice, feeling Sam's tension bleeding through the air. "We're not going to harm you..."
"That's nice," Bilka calls back.
"We need your help," Sam says.
"That's nice," he calls back again.
Then silence.
"Listen, we're on the verge of being desperate here," Lenore points out, cool and annoyed. "I don't have to explain, that's a bad state place us in,"
"That doesn't sound harmless," the other vampire calls, dry and humored.
"Excellent point."
Another spot of silence then laughter, rich and deep.
"Come in, I've heard about you. I feel honored to find you skulking outside my door."
The shadow moves back towards the house. Lenore looks at Sam, Sam looks at Lenore and she takes his hand with a fevered squeeze - then leads them into the lion's den.
***
The inside of the house actually has some lightning but it doesn't reach the corners. Every wall appears to be bursting forth books - Sam's favorite kind, all old and dusty and full of Latin text and wood carvings. Other surfaces has not escaped the book piles; even the window sills housed a few dozen each, handy for blocking out light she supposed as she stepped gingerly through the house.
Lenore was following the small sounds towards their host - as Sam drifted towards the wall of books closest, like mermaids calling a siren's song to lure unsuspecting geeks into the depths. She let go of his hand reluctantly, hushing the urge to remind him not to wander off like an errant (potentially dangerous) child.
"You've heard of us?" she asks, stepping into the circle of light where Bilka stood. Ostensibly this room would be the house's kitchen, though only an industrial grade fridge and a battered table set occupied the room. Their host - middle aged and still utterly forgettable - was pouring thick red liquid into wide mouthed wine glasses as if he were hosting a party.
"You and your companion are rather infamous. I did not realize he was one of us."
The humored tone became something thoughtful at the end, as if he were considering the magnitude of the ex-demon hunter becoming one of them.
"He chose it," she says defensively.
"Good." Bilka hands her a cup, gray eyes glittery.
"I don't..."
"It's a lovely bovine. Remember Lenore, I know exactly who you are."
Lenore clamps down on a snotty retort because god, she's starving. She drinks down the otherwise disgusting fare and licks her lips, the warmth of the nourishment igniting every cell in her body. God, so good, she thinks. Thank you Bessie. When she rejoins the reality of the room, Bilka is watching her and smirking and she wishes she didn't need his help so badly...
"Okay wise one - why are we here?"
Lenore can hear Sam behind her, restlessly touching books and eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Your friend is not under control. I'm assuming that troubles you."
She looks at her empty glass, the last drops clinging to the sides. She nods.
"Your friend has a target on his head. He's killed our kind."
"We kill each other. We kill humans. No one deserves a good citizen award around here."
"You don't do either of those things..."
"She's a special snowflake," Sam's quiet sarcasm seems to come out of nowhere. She jumps, the glass rattling in her hand.
"Why did you have her turn you?" Bilka asks, curiosity lacing through his words.
"I..." Lenore doesn't turn around; he's at her elbow and radiating cold. "I wanted to be with her," comes softly at her ear.
Her knees go ridiculously weak.
"Very romantic." Bilka sits down at the table, pushing a glass towards Sam. "But not very practical. Now that you are one of us, do you feel the same way? Do you want to remain with her and her...alternate lifestyle?"
Sam snorts.
"My entire life has run on an alternate track. Why change now?"
"Can you help him control himself? That's the question on the table. The rest is just..." Stuff she doesn't want to know the answer to. Lenore hands the full cup to Sam over her shoulder, knowing he's hungry, knowing he's full of anxiety. Knowing that if he's drinking he might SHUT UP.
"Possibly."
"What do you want in return?" There's always a price.
"Nothing. It will give me something to do for awhile. I've been quite bored to be quite honest."
"Awhile?" Lenore steps back, Sam catches her around the waist without pausing his sucking down of the sweet nectar in his glass.
"No guarantees, no time estimates. It's free but it's not an exact science."
"So we'll stay here..." Sam half-says, half-questions. She can feel the way his body is pressing against her, aroused and possessive.
"You'll stay here, Lenore will have to leave. I'm not a bed and breakfast and distractions won't make the process work any faster. Besides...." Bilka stands and walks over to refill their glasses like a good host. "Sam, you need other reason for doing this besides Lenore."
"I think I'm worth it." Lenore tosses her hair defiantly.
"Absolutely," Sam whispers into her hair, rubbing his hips against the small of her back.
Bilka laughs.
"I'm sure you are. But you cannot be the only reason."
Sam clearly isn't loving Bilka's answers; he moves against Lenore half-horny and very agitated. "So what's first, learning how to use a light-saber or lifting a ship out of the bog?"
"First," Bilka says, ignoring Sam's FINE pop culture joke. "First Lenore must say her goodbyes and then - then we'll talk."
"I don't even get a run down of what's going to happen? Seriously Mr. Bilka the great - you just want me to leave a new vampire with a target on his ass in your hands and trust you? Are you new to the planet sweetheart? It doesn't work that way."
"You sought me out," Bilka shrugs. "Did you expect a pill or potion?"
"Yes actually I did." Lenore's annoyance ratchets up a few thousand notches.
Sam is pulling at her hand. "Let's go."
"What?"
"Let's go." He pulls hard enough to get her lurching in his direction, grabbing her glass and putting it on the table." "I don't like this."
"We don't have to like it if it works." Lenore's eyes rest on Sam's face, registering the fear and frustration. This isn't their best option, this is their only option because basically everything else ends with "and then she killed him and walked into the sunlight" and murder/suicide seems a stupid way to end all of this.
"I'm not staying."
"Maybe we should give it a chance..."
"But you just said - "
"I know what I said. But I there's no plan B right now," she whispers, knowing that Bilka's not even pretending he can't hear them. "We'll give him a little time, see what happens and then I come back for you..."
Sam blinks and something hardens in his eyes that Lenore doesn't like.
"So you're leaving me here."
"I'll stay in the city, right where you can find me. I won't leave." She tears her gaze away to look back at the bemused man at the table.
"A week. I'll give you a week and then I come back."
"I told you, I can't guarantee..."
"A week is plenty of time to know if it's working or not." Lenore tightens her grip on Sam while he nearly squeezes the life out of her in return.
Bilka mumbles to himself then nods. "Seven days. Say your goodbyes so we can get started."
***
It's all happened so fast. Suddenly they're outside, leaning against each other in shock.
"This is crazy," Sam babbles into her hair, pushing her against the side of the car frantically. "Let's just leave, right now, we can figure this out. I don't want you to be gone for that long, I don't want you alone."
"No we can't. I wish we could but we can't." Lenore has her hands under his shirt, kneading flesh and pressing her legs between his. The edge she's on is rapidly evolving into a cliff, a very high cliff and she's getting so high up she can no longer make out the bottom. She presses her ear to his chest in a vain attempt to find a heartbeat. "I'll wait at the motel. I'll come back in seven days.
Sam says nothing, his hands still moving even as he's stiff and still against her. She suspects he's feeling abandoned and she wants to punch him in the face for doubting her.
"Seven days," she repeats.