Meme: My 10 NCIS WIPs
Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!So I decided to follow the crowd and do this as
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"Nothing like a little beheading to make you think of your own mortality, Anthony" he murmured as he snapped another picture of the body.
"What was that Kid?" came the voice of his partner, Jack Murphy.
"Just thinking that it's a damn waste of a body like that. Would like to have known her before."
"Being military, she'd have eaten you alive, Kid. Speaking of… Just got off the horn with the Captain and he said some fed is on his way here with his own coroner. Naval investigations or some such nonsense."
"They taking over the case?" Tony questioned. He wasn't sure how he felt about that possibility. He hated beheadings for obvious reasons, but something about this case was poking deep at his subconscious.
"Not if I can help it," Jack said firmly. "This happened on my turf and I plan to see it through. Might have to work with 'em though."
"Sounds like a blast," Tony said as he turned back to the scene. "Do you think they have anything in common other than the Navy and being beheaded?"
"Probably. Just gotta find it before another one turns up. Captain said the press has already latched on to the idea that there is a serial killer on the loose."
"And we don't need the panic or a lynch mob going after someone completely innocent."
"Exactly," Jack said he shaded his eyes to look off in the distance. "Bet that van coming is our feds."
Tony looked up at the approaching vehicle and when he did, he sensed it. It was like a crawling sensation at the back of his neck that increased as the van drew closer. He unconsciously tensed, waiting for the inevitable meeting of another of his kind.
Jack must have noticed something was off when he said lightheartedly, "Thought of a few feds making you nervous, Kid? Don't sweat it. We'll give 'em just enough to keep them happy while we do the real work on this one."
Tony didn't answer, he just continued to stare at the van as it stopped a few feet from the taped off area. Two men exited the van; one older and short while the younger of the two was the last person Tony expected to see.
His hazel eyes connected with the blue of the silver haired man and Tony felt as if the world's axis had shifted as his mind barreled back to the middle of a battlefield.
Gettysburg, 1863
"Dio boia," he hissed as the percussion from another cannon ball rocked the earth and air around him.
Men were dropping to the ground around him, crying out in vain to whatever god they prayed to for salvation. The scent of blood was so heavy in the air that he could not keep his fangs retracted.
He desperately wished (and not for the first time) that he had never left the Old World for the promise of anonymity that the United States could offer. Instead of new lands to explore with lower numbers of his kind present at every turn, he found himself in the middle of a battlefield where humans were tearing each other apart for nothing more than the disagreements between the men they placed in power.
"E ci immaginano per essere selvaggi," he whispered as another man in blue fell to the ground.
He had been heading west when it happened. The eastern shores were too crowded for his liking and the promise of the open had an appeal. The last thing he had expected was to travel right into a battlefield. He'd been in the area for almost two days and he had not found an end in sight. Just death.
He had played the 'demon of mercy' in a many cases as he traversed the battlefield. Men he could sense
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After looking around to confirm their relative isolation, Antonio turned his attention back to the man dressed in what used to be a blue uniform. Blood was steadily flowing from multiple wounds along his body and his heartbeat was erratic. Glancing at the man's face, he took in the unsteady focus of the blue eyes.
"Do you know of my kind?" he questioned as he held the man's gaze. To punctuate his question, he let his elongated teeth descend until they were pressed over his bottom lip.
The man gave a slight nod, confirming what Antonio already knew. "You have been marked as a mate and a father. In good conscious, I cannot leave you to die of your wounds."
"Shannon told me not to die," came the stuttered voice that still contained a strength which Antonio admired.
"If you agree, I will change you. I may not be your mate, however, I cannot let her suffer your loss to this senseless war."
"Not senseless," and the voice was a gruff growl this time. It brought a smile to Antonio's face.
"I am Antonio Di Nunzio."
"Gibbs. Leroy Jethro," was the gritty response.
"I will keep you alive for your Shannon, Leroy," and Antonio began to unbutton the dying man's uniform to reveal his throat.
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Thanks! I have most of the vamp lore for them figured out... just got to write it.
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VAMP!TONY FTW!!!
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