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Feb. 10th, 2008

Allure

Moonlight Fanfiction

Allure
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: M

Allure

Chapter One

 
 
She came back into my life when I least expected it. A figure from my past I’d hoped never to see again. She was a reminder from a time I wanted to forget; my shame and disgust all rolled up into one stunningly beautiful package. Red hair down to her waist, green eyes the colour of emeralds, lips full and blood red. Perfect. I’d met her during one my on again off again breaks from Coraline, somewhere in Detroit. A seedy little bar complete with the usual down on their luck patrons. She called to me then, in some primitive way that only a woman can, and I thought ‘What the hell’. I could picture the look on Coralines face when she found out I’d found myself a new little playmate. We made it to alley before we started ripping each others clothes off, passion hot and unyielding. In the second after I’d spent myself I sunk my teeth into the soft scented flesh of her neck, heard her gasp of surprise and felt her weaken in my arms. Turning her might not have been the smartest thing I ever did, but I admit, that at that point in my life I did a lot of stupid things. Things I’m not proud of. You see, there’s a general rule of thumb when it comes to Turning, the end person either accepts their fate and becomes a normal (if you can use that term) vampire, or they become…something else, something…not right. Doris was one of those. Her appetite was insatiable, both her desire for blood and her desire for men. She had no qualms in taking either, with force if necessary. At first I thought she was perfect, and all I could think was how pissed and jealous Coraline would be when she found out. Didn’t take me long to figure out that Doris had to go. She was the kind of woman that would chew you up and spit you out. I followed her out one evening, waiting until she was almost out of sight before slipping out and tracking her down. She went to a Jazz club out of the way, a place that in those days was up and coming and filled with would be musicians, many who would never make the grade. I watched her sidle up to the guy at the door, saw his eyes widen with lust. Poor shmuck didn’t say a word, just had this dopey smile on his face as she walked by. I waited five minutes than headed in. I noticed that when the bouncer saw me the lust was replaced with something else, something that said ‘I need to steer clear of this one’. When I got inside it took me a moment to orientate myself. Thick clouds of smoke floated in the air, along with perfume so thick it was cloying. I searched the room from my place in the shadows, nocturnal eyes looking for my prey. I sniffed, trying to pinpoint her amid the couple of dozen other women in the room. Nothing. Didn’t take me long to realize she wasn’t there. I looked for her for a couple of hours, thought I’d found her scent a couple of blocks away, but lost it. Never saw her again. Until now.
 
‘Hello Sweetheart’ she said, her voice still as husky and sexy as I remembered. She stood framed in the doorway to my office, a red silk slip of a dress hugging her hourglass figure. Yep, she was perfect alright. Pity I’d have to kill her.
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Feb. 9th, 2008

Absolution


Moonlight Fanfiction
Characters: Mick/Beth
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: M

 
Chapter Two

 
Authors Note:
 
Hopefully the layout and structure of this chapter won’t confuse or put too many people off. In order to better get into the characters thought processes I felt it necessary to switch to first person. Feedback, as always, is much appreciated.
 
 
 
 
Beth drove home in a daze, not having any concept of time or place. Parking her car in the garage she made her way up to her apartment, unlocked it and walked in. She placed her keys on the kitchen bench and switched the kettle on. She changed her mind, switched the kettle off and pulled a half empty bottle of bourbon from the pantry. Pouring herself a large glass she walked over to her couch, sat down and took a large mouthful, relishing the burn as it travelled down her throat. ‘Still alive,’ she thought humourlessly, ‘just enough to feel the pain’. The sun had set and the room was shrouded in darkness. Her hand reached out to turn on the lamp but pulled back as if burnt. She wasn’t supposed to be here. No lights, no sign of life, no one home. Leaning her head back she stared up at the ceiling, watching as the lights from the traffic down below reflected up creating swirling patterns on the white paint. The shrill ringing of her mobile broke the silence, startling her. Pulling it from her jacket she read the name on the screen ‘Mick St John’. Her fingers itched to open it, her whole being craving the sound of his voice. She let it ring.
 
‘Hi, you’ve reached Beth Turner. Sorry I can’t take your call right now but….’ He hung up, not sure what to say when the beep came to leave a message. What about ‘Hey, how are you, is there something you wanna tell me?’ Or ‘I get this strange feeling that something’s terribly wrong’ or maybe even, ‘Hey Beth, my vampire senses tell me that you’re not well’. Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe he was looking into it too deep and everything was fine. Yet he didn’t think so. He felt it in his gut, as if at a deeper level there was no space between them and her soul cried out to his. He recalled the look in her eyes just before she stepped into the elevator and he cringed remembering the simple finality of it. As if in that one glance she had said goodbye, forever. He tried her number again but got no answer. Would she be on the plane right now? He’d give it an hour, maybe two, and then try again. ‘In the meantime’ he thought sliding into his long overcoat, ‘I think I’ll pay a little visit to Buzzwire and Mo. See what she knows’.
 
Mick
 
The office was nearly deserted when I arrived. Only a skeleton staff manned the place and I was thankful to see that Mo was one of them. ‘Hey Mick. What brings you here at this lonely time of night’? She was a no-nonsense woman who seemed to be perpetually in motion. ‘I was wondering if you had a contact number for Beth in New York. Something’s come up and I need to speak to her’. She stopped then and looked at me in confusion. ‘New York? She told me she was headed to Miami. Asked for a week off.’ ‘Did she say anything else?’ I asked, feeling a dread settle in the pit of my stomach. ‘Not much. Just that she needed a break. She hasn’t had so much as a sick day since she started working here, so who am I to say no right? Do you think something’s wrong?’   ‘I’m not sure, but I don’t wanna take any chances. You mind if I look at her desk?’ She hesitated for a moment and my mind was already thinking ahead to how I could sneak back in later when she said: ‘Sure. I’m certain she won’t mind’. I thanked her and moved over to Beth’s desk. It’s surface was clean and I felt a strange relief that the picture of Josh that normally sat there was gone. I opened her top drawer and saw the usual stuff, pens, clips, stapler. The second one was much the same, a bunch of office paraphernalia. The third drawer however offered up a simple spiral notebook, it’s green cover marred through good use. I flicked through it hurriedly, searching for something I didn’t know. It was a diary, and many of its pages were filled with appointments and numbers or ideas for possible stories. Her handwriting was flowing, and reminded me of my mother. I found yesterdays date and began to read. 12:30- Dr Westwood. It seemed innocuous enough but I recalled that last look and sensed that the two were connected somehow. There was no phone number or address and I knew it would do no good to ask Mo. Beth was intensely private and drew a fine line between work and her personal life. I replaced the diary and nodded to Mo on my way out. I made it home in record time and booted up my computer. I found him after five minutes and what I read on the screen caused my heart to drop to the floor. Neurologist. I decided then and there to pay a little visit to the Doctor’s office, which at this time of night would be empty. The drive over seemed to take forever and all I could think was ‘Please let her be alright’.
 
Beth
 
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up some time later with gritty swollen eyes and in pitch black darkness. I found my way to the shower, stripped off my clothes and let the hot water sooth me as much as it could. Strangely, I felt cold as if all the warmth in my world and my body had left me. Was this how Mick felt? This feeling of utter desolation and hopelessness? I was crying again, thinking of how much suffering he had and would go through in his long life. I prayed that he’d forget me quickly and that my memory wouldn’t haunt him. As much I regretted never having told him that I loved him, I understood that it was probably a blessing. The water went cold and I wrapped a towel around my body and headed for my bedroom. Reaching into my closet I found the small bundle on the top shelf that I had placed there a few months back. Carrying it over to my bed I pulled back the paper sheeting and removed a single item of clothing. A shirt. Mick’s shirt. The one I’d woken up in after my experience with Black Crystal. Bringing it to my nose I inhaled, smelling  familiar scent that always managed to drive me crazy with wanting and needing. The towel dropped to the carpet and I slipped the shirt over my head. It felt cool against my skin and I felt tears roll down my face. Strange how different emotions can take up residence at one time. My heart was broken, my life all but over, and yet here I was feeling an almost uncontrollable urge to tear the shirt from my body and rip it into a million pieces. My legs suddenly gave way and I collapsed to the ground, my energy and will depleted. I lay there for a long time until eventually, mercifully, sleep claimed me once more.
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Absolution

Moonlight Fanfiction
Characters: Mick/Beth
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: M

Chapter One


It’s funny how the knowledge of your own impending death opens the door for regret. She’d always thought she’d live well into old age, complete with greying hair, wrinkles and photos of her children and her children’s children lining her walls. Yet even as this image floated through her mind she felt a deep sense of relief. Relief that Mick wouldn’t have to watch her get old and die. A quick death now was better than the inevitably one that would come at the end of a long life. ‘Inoperable’ the Doctor had said, followed by words such as ‘I’m sorry’, ‘not much time’ and ‘settle your affairs’. Outside the surgery people milled about, some hurrying here and there, others laughing and talking with friends, family, lovers. She watched as a couple, oblivious to everyone else, embraced, warm lips making contact, eyes seeing only each other. In her chest, her heart ached, tears welling up at the corner of her eyes. There was so much she hadn’t done, so much she hadn’t experienced. She would never get married, never have babies, and never make love to her soul mate. She knew that there was a way she could have all of this and freeze death before it could claim her, but she also knew, as sure as the sun would set, that she couldn’t do it. ‘Settle your affairs’ the Doctors voice said again in her mind. She made her way to her car parked at the curb, started the engine and headed home. She didn’t have time for regrets.
 
Three hours later, as the sun was sliding from the sky she knocked on his door, knowing that by know he should be awake. He opened it, staring down at her with tousled hair and warm eyes and she bit her tongue to stop herself from breaking down right then and there. ‘Hey’ she said, glad her voice sounded so normal. ‘Hey’. He stood aside motioning her in, and as she passed him she inhaled his scent, wanting to memorise it so that later, when she left, she could take it with her. ‘Everything ok?’ he asked, a frown marring his handsome features. ‘Yep’ she said dropping down onto the couch. ‘You Sure? You seem a little..off’. ‘Just tired I guess’ she said. ‘So to what do I owe this pleasure?’ he asked taking a seat opposite her, long legs stretched out in front of him. Brown eyes bored into her as if searching out her most hidden secrets.  ‘I have to go away for a few days actually and I thought I’d pop in and say hello before I left’. She hoped it sounded convincing enough. He stared at her and said nothing. She stared down at her hands nervously, saw that they were clenched so tightly her knuckles where white, and released them. ‘Where are you off to?’ he finally asked. ‘New York. I need to do some research on a story’. His eyes narrowed slightly. ‘Anyway’ she said rising from her seat, ‘I better get going or I’m going to miss my flight’. ‘Do you want a lift to the airport?’ he asked walking her to the door. ‘No. It’s fine. I’ve got a taxi picking me up from home in half an hour’. ‘I’ll see you when you get back?’ he asked. ‘Of course’ she agreed with a soft smile. They stood there looking at one another, and for the space of a heartbeat she nearly gave in. Nearly reached out and kissed him, nearly broke down and told him everything. He was the first to look away and it gave her the impetus she needed. She turned and walked down the hallway, her heart splintering into a thousand tiny shards. From his place in the doorway he watched her move away from him. Her heartbeat pounded in his ears, her lies slicing into him like the sharpest of blades. Why was she lying to him? What wasn’t she saying? The elevator arrived and just before she moved into it she took one final last look at him, and it was enough to tell him everything he needed to know.
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Oct. 23rd, 2007

Last Term of School

I don't know whether or not to love or hate the last term of school.  On one hand, you've got the Christmas Holidays and much needed time off, but on the other hand it's an absolute crapper of a time trying to get everything tied up and wih so much going on it's near impossible to get any decent amount of work done in class.  On top of that, you then have to wait to see what class you get stuck with the following year, which can make or break the whole holiday experience.  

On a totally different tangent... I have a new fandom to worship.  CSI: Miami.  Love it love it love it!  Have been desperately searching the web for any and all fanfiction with the character Ryan Wolfe, but so far have managed to find very little.  So, should anyone reading this know of any decent ones, then take pity on me and let me know where I can find them.

That's it for now I guess.  The brain is dead and needs recharging.  

Jul. 10th, 2007

The Pirate's Daughter

Part 2


TORTUGA

Jul. 9th, 2007

Firefly...the threat it poses to all men.

I have a theory.  Well actually I have more than one but here's not the time nor place to discuss them all.  But I digress....I've come to the conclusion that Firefly is potentially hazardous to all men, be they single or married.  As I lay in my bed late last night watching 'Out of Gas' for perhaps the 70th time or so, I realized that if I didn't pack away my Firefly and Serenity DVD's and get a life, there was a chance that I would die a spinster.  I became depressed.  I worried.  There was much teeth gnashing and biting of lower lip occuring.  I fretted.  What were my options?  Could I give up Jayne, Captain TIghtpants, Kaylee and the rest fo the crew?  Was I that strong?  I thought about my life, about the fact that I didn't leave my house anymore, about the fact that I may never meet a man.  And then I had a brain fart (several actually).  Gorram it!!  Who needs a man anyway?  Seriously?  I'm an independent woman with a steady income.  Sure its handy to have a man around to fix the car, take out the rubbish and leave the toilet seat up, but if worse comes to worse, then I'll pay a mechanic, take out my own rubbish and leave the bloody toilet seat up myself.  WHat this means my dear friends, is that I am free to watch Firefly whenever I want (please note the lack of man vying for control over the remote or bemoaning the fact that I called Jayne's (or Mal's) name out while having sex).  All I need now is a Jayne (or Mal) blow up doll and my life will be just shiny!

Jun. 14th, 2007

The Pirate's Daughter

I have to this point failed to offer the obligatory disclaimer, so here it is.  I own nothing, bar my uncontrollable addiction to coffee, a bit of a Will Turner fetish  and the desire to write.  I of course do not own any original characters, only those strangely odd folk that tend to pop up now and again out of the depths of my mind.  I have no idea where this tale is going or even if it will arrive at it’s unknown destination.  It may get lost (as some stories are apt to do) in Davy Jones Locker and never be heard from again!

 

Part 1

 

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The Pirate's Daughter



Prologue

 

 

 

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You are The Lovers


Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.


The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.


Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.


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Nabbed this one from jaynedancing. Thankyou!

Jun. 13th, 2007

Still Sucking Wind

Well I'm still alive although after the last six months it wouldn't suprise if me if I woke up dead tomorrow (say what?).  In some ways I feel like I'm just waking up after having been in hibernation (I even have the hairy legs to prove it!).  Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still sucking wind.....

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