The Wild Hunt, part 1
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[x]Title:
[x]Author: hildekitten
[x]Rating: all ages
[x]Warning: none
[x]Pairing: the usual suspects
[x]Genre: General
[x]Spoilers: n/a
[x]Summary: what if Ben Talbot makes the wrong choices?
[x]Disclaimer: Not my toys, I'm just borrowing them, no infringement is intended!
Previous stories
1. Reunion
2. Really no such thing as vampires
3. On the prowl
4. Fresh from the vein
5. Busted
6. Can't choose your relatives, part 1 and
part 2
The sun had started to rise, engulfing the city of Los Angeles in shades of yellow, orange and red glow. Most vampires had retreated to their freezers already at the time Mick walked into the apartment he shared with his younger sister Ophelia.
He was surprised to find her on the couch with a glass of blood and shifting through photos she took at a stake out earlier that day.
“Hey sis, what are you still doing up?”
“I have this nagging feeling in the back of my head.”
Mick voice-over
“Whenever my sister gets one of these feelings it always means I’ll loose out on sleep. And that there’s trouble ahead.”
“Did you get a vision?”
“No. And no I’m not sure whether that’s just plain no or not yet.”
“Why are you shifting through photos from yesterday’s stake-out, it was a done deal. Tomorrow I’m going to give our client the photos, he’ll be glad to hear his wife isn’t cheating on him.”
“And still there’s something about the guy she was hanging out with.”
“Maybe he has a crush on her and knows she won’t return his feelings so he shuts up not to ruin the friendship.” Mick offered up an explanation, stifling a yawn.
“Possibly…”
“Look have a good day’s rest, you’ll feel better in the evening.”
“Yeah you’re probably right.” Closing down the laptop she followed her brother up the stairs, bidding him goodnight at her own bedroom.
“Night Mick.”
“Night sis, if you get a nightmare, feel free to come wake me up ok.”
“Thanks, but I rather not, you sleep naked and you know, potentially that’ll be a whole can of worms and yeah.” She teased him and smiled, a smile he happily returned before giving her a quick hug and going to his own ice cold bed. Suddenly he turned.
“If I weren’t so damned tired I’d come up with a clever response to all of that you know.”
“I know.”
*fade to Mick wandering down the stairs into his living room, dressed in his silk pyjama trousers, his hair still wet from the frost.*
“Hey, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I can’t remember what I dreamt at all so I’m pretty sure it’s fine.”
“Still got the nagging feeling?” He had started getting together his breakfast cup of blood when he asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just…”
Before she could finish, Josef wandered in, bickering with Beth over the sports results.
“Seriously that was a foul!”
“No Josef it wasn’t, let it go.” Beth sighed.
“How long has he been complaining?” Mick asked when he walked up to Beth and kissed her.
“For far too long.” Beth whispered when the kiss broke.
“What are you up to?” Josef asked, looking over Ophelia’s shoulder as she had gone back to shifting through photos. “Is it going to mess up my schedule?”
Beth, never able to resist anything even vaguely and remotely smelling of a mystery joined him.
“I have this nagging feeling.”
“Oh good heavens, whenever you have those there’s misery following suit.” Josef cried out.
“Can you be even more melodramatic Josef?” Mick asked amused, pouring himself a glass of A positive.
“Got any B minus?” was Josef’s response.
“Do you have to ask this every time?”
“Eventually you’ll get tired of it and give me something that isn’t non fat soy vegan blood.” Josef sounded confident.
“Hey I know that guy.” Beth pointed at a man in the background of a photo.
“From where?” Ophelia asked, turning to look at Beth, who was shifting through photos on her i-pad.
She showed the girl a photo of a crime scene. “Carl send these to me earlier. It’s that guy.”
“And he had his throat ripped out… and then some… well it explains the nagging feeling I had. I told you it was something!” she shouted at her brother, who simply shrugged and continued to drink his breakfast.
“It happened somewhere around 4 am is the coroner’s preliminary estimate.”
“It happened at 5.34.”
“How do you know?” Beth looked at Ophelia in surprise.
“That’s when the nagging feeling started.” Ophelia said dryly.
*fade to Ben’s office*
Ben is looking stressed, almost frantic.
“Where have you been?” he snapped at Beth as soon as she walked through the door.
“Jeez Ben, I’m on time.” She replied sounding annoyed.
“I’m sorry it’s just this case.”
“What are you so riled up about?”
“I’m just tired.”
“Ophelia said the exact time of the stabbing was 5.34, and we know our victim was in Gryffith park yesterday afternoon.”
“Did Ophelia have a vision of him there?”
“Better, Mick and her were doing surveillance there and she caught him on photo entirely by accident.” She handed Ben a print out of the photos and a memory stick.
“Find out who this guy is he’s talking to.”
“Already on it.”
“Why are you still here then?”
“Mick’s looking into it.”
“Not this time Beth, I need you to call him right now and tell him to back off, and make sure Ophelia does so too.”
“But why? Mick has always helped us with…”
“NOW BETH.”
She looked hurt at Ben shouting.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… please Beth, call them off.” He sounded pleading.
*fade to Beth’s place, she’s sitting on the sofa with Mick*
“I have never seen him like this before. He never shouted at me before, there’s something he’s not telling us.”
“Could it have something to do with the werewolf nation?” Mick ponders.
“I don’t now Mick, he’s not said anything about it, and I would think he would say something to us at least.”
“Yeah you’re right. But there is more to the case than he’s letting on.”
“Are you going to pursue it? Even after he said you shouldn’t?”
“First of all, if he wants me off he’s going to have to tell me himself. Secondly, I have to stick to it, Ophelia is refusing to let go.”
“Oh dear…” Beth sighed and looked thoughtful.
Mick voice-over
“This is definitely wrong, if Talbot is keeping secrets then it may be worse then we all think.”
“Where is Ophelia?” Beth asked.
“At Ben’s I assume, she wasn’t home when I left.” Mick shrugged.
“So this means we won’t be disturbed?” Beth asked, her voice husky.
“Well if someone is planning on disturbing us we’ve bought ourselves some time by making Josef and co think we’re at my place.” He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.
*fade to Ben’s apartment*
Ophelia is at the door, frowning and leaning her head against it. Pulling back and looking casual when she hears footsteps on the other side.
Ben is sticking his head out, looking rugged and tired.
“Hey, can we get a rain check? I’m swamped in work and now’s just not a good time.”
She gives him a long hard look, narrowing her eyes.
“Sure.”
“Please don’t be mad.”
She simply rolls her eyes and turns her heel. He watches her stalk off, sadness in his eyes before closing the door and walking back into the living room.
“Who was that?” his guest asked, your vampire girlfriend? The woman was tall and lean, body of a supermodel and drop dead gorgeous in her burgundy dress.
“Yes as a matter of fact Claire.”
“You blew her off.”
“Thank you for stating the obvious.”
“It’s good, she has no business in our affairs.”
“So you say.”
“Really Ben, another woman?”
They turn to see Ophelia leaning against the doorframe, all casual coldness, her eyes black.
Claire stands, her eyes wolf like, looking at the younger girl.
“What are you?”
“A vampire.”
“No you’re not. You’re something else. Witch-kin.”
“Fine, in that case I’m something else that’s leaving, I know enough.”
“Ophelia it’s not what you think!” Ben shouts, moving towards her.
“Let her go Benjamin.”
“Yes listen to the bitch in red Benjamin.” Ophelia’s voice is cold.
“Who are you calling a bitch bloodsucker.”
“You, or are you secretly a guy, that would really make this entire situation worse.” She turned to walk towards the window from where she came in. Stepping aside when Claire launched at her. The werewolf landing gracefully and turning.
“You’ve seen too much.”
“And you are extremely naïve if you think that you can stop me from leaving.”
“Claire let her go!”
“No.”
“Claire I mean it. I will not let you hurt her.”
“She’s not our kind Benjamin. She’s not even what you think she is, look at her eyes.”
Rolling her eyes Ophelia advanced to the window again.
“Claire she’s not what she think she is!” Ben was pleading now.
“Out of curiosity, what do you think I am?”
“A witch.”
“Oh in that case, no you’re right, I am what you think I am.” Ophelia shrugged.
“I knew it.”
“What you don’t know is the art of sarcasm, I’m not a witch, I’m a vampire. A normal plain old vampire, now please, move aside before I get really angry.”
Ben grabbed Ophelia’s arm and shoved her in the direction of the front door. “Leave, please.”
“Gladly.”
She started walking again, ignoring the sound of Ben grabbing hold of Claire and the snarling of wolves now behind her.
As soon as she got into the hallway she leaned against the front door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again they were still black.
Comments make me happy :)
[x]Title:
[x]Author: hildekitten
[x]Rating: all ages
[x]Warning: none
[x]Pairing: the usual suspects
[x]Genre: General
[x]Spoilers: n/a
[x]Summary: what if Ben Talbot makes the wrong choices?
[x]Disclaimer: Not my toys, I'm just borrowing them, no infringement is intended!
Previous stories
1. Reunion
2. Really no such thing as vampires
3. On the prowl
4. Fresh from the vein
5. Busted
6. Can't choose your relatives, part 1 and
part 2
The sun had started to rise, engulfing the city of Los Angeles in shades of yellow, orange and red glow. Most vampires had retreated to their freezers already at the time Mick walked into the apartment he shared with his younger sister Ophelia.
He was surprised to find her on the couch with a glass of blood and shifting through photos she took at a stake out earlier that day.
“Hey sis, what are you still doing up?”
“I have this nagging feeling in the back of my head.”
Mick voice-over
“Whenever my sister gets one of these feelings it always means I’ll loose out on sleep. And that there’s trouble ahead.”
“Did you get a vision?”
“No. And no I’m not sure whether that’s just plain no or not yet.”
“Why are you shifting through photos from yesterday’s stake-out, it was a done deal. Tomorrow I’m going to give our client the photos, he’ll be glad to hear his wife isn’t cheating on him.”
“And still there’s something about the guy she was hanging out with.”
“Maybe he has a crush on her and knows she won’t return his feelings so he shuts up not to ruin the friendship.” Mick offered up an explanation, stifling a yawn.
“Possibly…”
“Look have a good day’s rest, you’ll feel better in the evening.”
“Yeah you’re probably right.” Closing down the laptop she followed her brother up the stairs, bidding him goodnight at her own bedroom.
“Night Mick.”
“Night sis, if you get a nightmare, feel free to come wake me up ok.”
“Thanks, but I rather not, you sleep naked and you know, potentially that’ll be a whole can of worms and yeah.” She teased him and smiled, a smile he happily returned before giving her a quick hug and going to his own ice cold bed. Suddenly he turned.
“If I weren’t so damned tired I’d come up with a clever response to all of that you know.”
“I know.”
*fade to Mick wandering down the stairs into his living room, dressed in his silk pyjama trousers, his hair still wet from the frost.*
“Hey, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I can’t remember what I dreamt at all so I’m pretty sure it’s fine.”
“Still got the nagging feeling?” He had started getting together his breakfast cup of blood when he asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just…”
Before she could finish, Josef wandered in, bickering with Beth over the sports results.
“Seriously that was a foul!”
“No Josef it wasn’t, let it go.” Beth sighed.
“How long has he been complaining?” Mick asked when he walked up to Beth and kissed her.
“For far too long.” Beth whispered when the kiss broke.
“What are you up to?” Josef asked, looking over Ophelia’s shoulder as she had gone back to shifting through photos. “Is it going to mess up my schedule?”
Beth, never able to resist anything even vaguely and remotely smelling of a mystery joined him.
“I have this nagging feeling.”
“Oh good heavens, whenever you have those there’s misery following suit.” Josef cried out.
“Can you be even more melodramatic Josef?” Mick asked amused, pouring himself a glass of A positive.
“Got any B minus?” was Josef’s response.
“Do you have to ask this every time?”
“Eventually you’ll get tired of it and give me something that isn’t non fat soy vegan blood.” Josef sounded confident.
“Hey I know that guy.” Beth pointed at a man in the background of a photo.
“From where?” Ophelia asked, turning to look at Beth, who was shifting through photos on her i-pad.
She showed the girl a photo of a crime scene. “Carl send these to me earlier. It’s that guy.”
“And he had his throat ripped out… and then some… well it explains the nagging feeling I had. I told you it was something!” she shouted at her brother, who simply shrugged and continued to drink his breakfast.
“It happened somewhere around 4 am is the coroner’s preliminary estimate.”
“It happened at 5.34.”
“How do you know?” Beth looked at Ophelia in surprise.
“That’s when the nagging feeling started.” Ophelia said dryly.
*fade to Ben’s office*
Ben is looking stressed, almost frantic.
“Where have you been?” he snapped at Beth as soon as she walked through the door.
“Jeez Ben, I’m on time.” She replied sounding annoyed.
“I’m sorry it’s just this case.”
“What are you so riled up about?”
“I’m just tired.”
“Ophelia said the exact time of the stabbing was 5.34, and we know our victim was in Gryffith park yesterday afternoon.”
“Did Ophelia have a vision of him there?”
“Better, Mick and her were doing surveillance there and she caught him on photo entirely by accident.” She handed Ben a print out of the photos and a memory stick.
“Find out who this guy is he’s talking to.”
“Already on it.”
“Why are you still here then?”
“Mick’s looking into it.”
“Not this time Beth, I need you to call him right now and tell him to back off, and make sure Ophelia does so too.”
“But why? Mick has always helped us with…”
“NOW BETH.”
She looked hurt at Ben shouting.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… please Beth, call them off.” He sounded pleading.
*fade to Beth’s place, she’s sitting on the sofa with Mick*
“I have never seen him like this before. He never shouted at me before, there’s something he’s not telling us.”
“Could it have something to do with the werewolf nation?” Mick ponders.
“I don’t now Mick, he’s not said anything about it, and I would think he would say something to us at least.”
“Yeah you’re right. But there is more to the case than he’s letting on.”
“Are you going to pursue it? Even after he said you shouldn’t?”
“First of all, if he wants me off he’s going to have to tell me himself. Secondly, I have to stick to it, Ophelia is refusing to let go.”
“Oh dear…” Beth sighed and looked thoughtful.
Mick voice-over
“This is definitely wrong, if Talbot is keeping secrets then it may be worse then we all think.”
“Where is Ophelia?” Beth asked.
“At Ben’s I assume, she wasn’t home when I left.” Mick shrugged.
“So this means we won’t be disturbed?” Beth asked, her voice husky.
“Well if someone is planning on disturbing us we’ve bought ourselves some time by making Josef and co think we’re at my place.” He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.
*fade to Ben’s apartment*
Ophelia is at the door, frowning and leaning her head against it. Pulling back and looking casual when she hears footsteps on the other side.
Ben is sticking his head out, looking rugged and tired.
“Hey, can we get a rain check? I’m swamped in work and now’s just not a good time.”
She gives him a long hard look, narrowing her eyes.
“Sure.”
“Please don’t be mad.”
She simply rolls her eyes and turns her heel. He watches her stalk off, sadness in his eyes before closing the door and walking back into the living room.
“Who was that?” his guest asked, your vampire girlfriend? The woman was tall and lean, body of a supermodel and drop dead gorgeous in her burgundy dress.
“Yes as a matter of fact Claire.”
“You blew her off.”
“Thank you for stating the obvious.”
“It’s good, she has no business in our affairs.”
“So you say.”
“Really Ben, another woman?”
They turn to see Ophelia leaning against the doorframe, all casual coldness, her eyes black.
Claire stands, her eyes wolf like, looking at the younger girl.
“What are you?”
“A vampire.”
“No you’re not. You’re something else. Witch-kin.”
“Fine, in that case I’m something else that’s leaving, I know enough.”
“Ophelia it’s not what you think!” Ben shouts, moving towards her.
“Let her go Benjamin.”
“Yes listen to the bitch in red Benjamin.” Ophelia’s voice is cold.
“Who are you calling a bitch bloodsucker.”
“You, or are you secretly a guy, that would really make this entire situation worse.” She turned to walk towards the window from where she came in. Stepping aside when Claire launched at her. The werewolf landing gracefully and turning.
“You’ve seen too much.”
“And you are extremely naïve if you think that you can stop me from leaving.”
“Claire let her go!”
“No.”
“Claire I mean it. I will not let you hurt her.”
“She’s not our kind Benjamin. She’s not even what you think she is, look at her eyes.”
Rolling her eyes Ophelia advanced to the window again.
“Claire she’s not what she think she is!” Ben was pleading now.
“Out of curiosity, what do you think I am?”
“A witch.”
“Oh in that case, no you’re right, I am what you think I am.” Ophelia shrugged.
“I knew it.”
“What you don’t know is the art of sarcasm, I’m not a witch, I’m a vampire. A normal plain old vampire, now please, move aside before I get really angry.”
Ben grabbed Ophelia’s arm and shoved her in the direction of the front door. “Leave, please.”
“Gladly.”
She started walking again, ignoring the sound of Ben grabbing hold of Claire and the snarling of wolves now behind her.
As soon as she got into the hallway she leaned against the front door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again they were still black.