The Sky Rains Red, Part 10, Leverage, NC-17
Fandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Sky Rains Red, Part Ten ( Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot, Parker, Sophie, Hardison, Ryna (OFC), Sterling, OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2500
Summary: Eliot tries to come to terms with himself, but when Katja calls to him he has trouble not going to her.
A/Ns & Summary: Tenth chapter of at eleven or twelve. Blood!kink (hello, Vampire!). Violence. Outdoor sex. For katzb101
”You are magnificent,” she purrs as she circles him, petting over his half changed form. “Such control already, such power.” Her hand tangles in his hair and pulls his head back, her mouth covering his. “Beautiful.” She lets go and he craves her touch. “Come to me Eliot. We belong together. You are mine.”
Eliot started upright, eyes scanning the room as if he expected her to be there, in the shadows. He could feel the sun not quite ready to set, hear Hardison’s heartbeat all slow and rhythmic in his sleep on the couch, smell Nate as he woke behind him.
“Everything okay?” Nate asked.
Eliot exhaled and willed the cat back inside him, watching as his claws reverted to hands. He nodded tightly. “Dreams.”
“Katja?” Nate asked, sitting up.
Eliot sat on the bed nodding. “It’s getting worse.” He frowned, remembering the way she touched him, the way he wanted her to touch him. “You know about this shit, right?”
Nate’s hand caressed over his knee, trying to offer comfort. “I know some.”
“Tell me.”
Nate shook his head. “Tell you what?”
“What you know. I mean…is this normal? This hearing her in my head?”
“Eliot, nothing about this is normal. I’ve never heard of therianthropes having telepathic abilities.”
“Vampires?”
Nate looked uncomfortable as he nodded. “Yes, some do. Mostly with their own kind. Sometimes when a vampire feeds from the same human for a long time they develop a rapport.”
Eliot looked away. “I need you to tell me something, honestly.”
“Of course.”
“How…how close was I?”
Nate rubbed his face and got up to pace. “I’m not sure what you mean?”
“You said you nearly turned me.”
Nate nodded. “Yeah, it was…honestly? I thought maybe I had. You stopped breathing. If Hardison hadn’t been here…”
Eliot stood, frowning even harder. “Are you saying he-“
“Gave you mouth to mouth…He pulled you back. I was a mess.” He stopped pacing. “If he hadn’t been here, you probably would have…I couldn’t have let you die.” He looked Eliot in the eye. “The truth of the matter is, every time I’ve given you blood, it’s changed you a little bit. If I’d kept doing it, you would have turned eventually.”
“So…when the cat got to me…I was nearly a vampire, is that what you’re telling me?” Eliot nodded, thinking that sort of made sense. “What if it isn’t because of either, but maybe it’s her? Maybe she’s…psychic or something?”
“It’s possible.” Nate agreed. “The question is, can you fight her?”
Eliot looked away. “Of course.”
“I’ve seen you when she’s talking to you Eliot. You want her.”
There was no tone of betrayal or hurt in his voice, but Eliot felt it anyway. “No. I don’t.”
“Come on, I’ve known you too long.”
Eliot turned back to him and shook his head. “I mean, in the moment, when she’s pulling on me, yeah, I want it. I want her. But it ain’t me. You get me? I don’t want her.” He hit his chest in emphasis. “The cat does.”
Nate reached out for him, a hand on his shoulder. “You and the cat are one, Eliot. You need to come to grips with that.”
Eliot’s stomach rumbled and he sighed. “What I need is meat. A lot of meat.”
Nate nodded. “We’ll get you something.”
In the next room, Eliot felt Hardison’s heart rate speed up. “Hardison’s awake. We should get moving.”
“Do you have anything resembling a plan?” Nate asked.
Eliot nodded. “We find the bitch and we kill her.”
Nate wasn’t entirely sure that Eliot would actually be able to follow through on that plan. He was concerned that they couldn’t give him more time to acclimate to the changes in his body, or even figure out what those changes were.
It didn’t help that Nate was still feeling the effects of his long starvation and nearly killing Eliot, and nearly losing him and knowing that he was forever changed. All of which had affect Nate a lot more than he was letting on. Eliot needed him to be calm, reasonable.
Not that this was reasonable.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Nate asked as he stopped the truck.
“No.” Eliot’s jaw was set and hard. “But I need to see her.”
“Okay. You want me to come in with you?”
“Yeah.” Eliot didn’t look at him. “In case…just…”
Nate nodded and got out of the truck, following Eliot to the door. Eliot smiled when Mrs. Harris answered. “Oh, Mr. Spencer. I’m so glad. Ryna-“
“Eliot!” Ryna flew at them, launching herself at Eliot and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Eliot caught her and held her tight, his eyes closing. After a long moment, Eliot put her down. “I’ll get my things.”
He caught her before she ran and she pouted. “You’re not here to take me home, are you?” It was more a statement than a question.
“Ah, Mrs. Harris, could you give us a minute with her?” Nate asked.
The older woman smiled and disappeared into the house. Eliot squatted down by Ryna. “I need you to stay here, just for another couple of nights, okay?”
“No,” she said petulantly, taking his big hand in hers. “I want to be with you and Nate.”
“I know you do, but we have some very bad people we need to deal with first.”
She petted over his hand, her fingers idly tracing the lines on his palm. “Sophie told me you were sick.”
Eliot nodded. “I was, but I’m better now.”
She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his. “You’re gonna owe me. Big.”
Eliot grinned. “You bet.”
“New computer big.” Ryna amended.
“We should go.” Nate reminded him and he nodded.
He pulled Ryna into a hug. Nate could hear her whispering in his ear, but didn’t strain to hear what she was saying. When Eliot pulled back and stood, Ryna turned to Nate, raising an eyebrow in an entirely Eliot manner. Nate smirked and bent to get his hug. She clung to him, her voice soft in his ear. “You make sure he comes home.”
“I will.” Nate promised as he let her go and kissed her forehead. He wasn’t surprised to find Eliot already in the truck, but was a little surprised to find him flushed and sweating.
“Drive.” Eliot growled, not looking at the house. “Food.”
Nate turned them toward the hills, and he didn’t even have the truck stopped when Eliot was out and stripped and running into the trees. He paced beside the truck, waiting. The last time he'd let Eliot hunt, he'd been attacked.
He could sense him though, and he didn't wander far, just deep enough into the woods to find something to hunt and eat. His phone rang and Nate pulled it out of his pocket. "Yeah, Sophie."
"Are you planning on joining us anytime soon?"
"Yeah, about a half hour. We just stopped for something to eat."
"Sterling is…well, he's not taking this so well."
Nate frowned. "He was fine yesterday."
"Yes, well. He's pacing and talking to himself."
"Just, keep him occupied. We'll be there soon."
He hung up and looked around him at the sound of a large animal moving through the brush. Eliot appeared, fully cat, and prowled toward him, approaching without shifting back. Nate watched him come, and smirked a little when he jumped up, giant paws on either side of Nate, effectively blocking him against the truck. His face shifted some, the snout retreating as Eliot leaned in. Nate didn't react at first as Eliot kissed him, then he felt the heat and opened his mouth, taking the blood that filled Eliot's mouth into his own and swallowing.
Eliot's tongue followed, filling Nate's mouth. He groaned deep and guttural over Nate's tongue and when he finally pulled back, Eliot was nearly back to normal, just the extra hair around his face and hands and his eyes, still more red than blue, any sign of the cat.
He rubbed against Nate, his cock hard, his bloody hands pulling at Nate's clothes. "Fuck. Now."
"Easy." Nate tried to slow him down, but his shirt was already torn and Eliot's hands were growing claws again. Eliot hissed and tossed Nate to the ground, pouncing after him. "Okay, okay, I get it." Nate worked his own zipper and got his pants mostly off before Eliot was on him, rubbing his face over Nate's chest before ripping his pants the rest of the way down.
At least then, once Nate was mostly naked and accessible, Eliot slowed down, though he was still possessive and grabbing and Nate knew he was going to hurt later for the lack of lube, but it seemed a small price in the face of Eliot's urgency. The animal's instincts were clearly driving, sating his needs as they presented, first for food, then for sex.
Nate could only hope that he wasn't going to need a long nap to recover when they were done. He yelled as Eliot pushed into him, pulled back to the moment and attempting to shift positions to make it easier, but Eliot snarled at him and held him down as he thrust into him. Nate at least got one leg up, leaning it on Eliot's shoulder to open himself up a little more. He reached for his own cock, hard just with the taste of the blood, let alone the manhandling and fucking. He tugged on it in time to Eliot's increasingly frantic thrusting.
Eliot roared as he came, shoving all the harder into Nate and leaving bloody marks on his hips when he finally let go and pulled back. Nate growled up at him, not quite to a finish himself and Eliot grinned down at him before dropping down and sucking Nate's cock into his mouth. Nate came quickly then and when he had caught his breath and sat up, Eliot was already starting to get dressed.
"You feel better?" Nate asked as he sat up, reaching for his pants.
"A little." Eliot's voice was still deep and he shook his head as he pulled it through his shirt. "Sorry. I just…blood, horny."
"No, I get that. Trust me." Nate stood and buttoned himself up, then tried to make his shirt something that still resembled a shirt. "That's all vampire. I know all too well. You'll get control of that eventually."
He brushed dirt off his pants. "It's a good thing I keep spare clothes at the office. Get in. Sophie called. Apparently Sterling is…" He shook his head and went to the driver's door.
"Sterling is what?" Eliot asked as he started the truck and pulled them back on the road.
"Sophie wasn't exactly clear. I figure we need to get there."
"So what are you waiting for?"
Sophie met them at the door of the offices, looking worried. "Sterling is in Parker's office. He's not come out in a while."
"Hardison?" Nate asked as he headed for his office.
"He's in the conference room." Eliot growled, stalking past Sophie.
"Okay, one step at a time. I need a drink." Nate stepped around Sophie and went to his office, pulling a clean shirt from the closet and dropping the remains of the old one in the trash.
"Problem?" Sophie asked, leaning on the doorway.
Nate crossed to his desk as he buttoned up and he sat to pull the bottle of scotch out of his drawer. "Eliot hasn't figured out how to control himself yet. His claws get…dangerous." He took a drink straight from the bottle and looked up at her. "Now, what about Sterling?"
She shrugged and gestured toward Parker's office. Nate took another swallow, then stood and headed that way.
Sterling was pacing, but he stopped and looked at Nate. "You. This is all your fault."
Nate sighed, crossing his arms. "How so?"
Sterling pointed at him. "You. If you hadn't been…"
"A vampire?" Nate asked.
Sterling blustered for a minute. "You know, I was fine not knowing there were vampires, or whatever the hell Spencer is…but you had to drag me into this."
"Me? You're the one who has been hunting me, Sterling." Nate corrected. "And, if I hadn't dragged you into this, you'd probably already be dead. Or maybe Katja would have turned you too. I don't know."
"Nate."
He leaned out the door to see Hardison in the hall outside the conference room. "I think I've got something."
Nate nodded, then looked back at Sterling. "Now, we're going to deal with Katja. You can help or you can go back to your life. Up to you."
He left Sterling there to decide and joined his team in the conference room. Hardison brought the screens to life. "I've been researching the good doctor." Hardison said.
“Wait.” Nate said, stopping him. “Where’s Eliot?”
Parker came running, panting. “He’s gone. I tried to stop him.”
“Gone where?” Sophie asked.
“To Katja.” Nate answered, shaking his head.
“On his own?”
“Forget the doctor Hardison, find me a way into that property.”
Eliot could feel her. He left the truck and followed the pull of her. Nate would follow him, he was sure. He shifted as he neared the place, the cat roaring and reveling in the freedom to run wild.
Grass tickled his belly as he slunk low and crawled toward the gates, ready to climb the walls to get in, but the gates opened.
”I’ve been waiting for you.”
Three big cats growled as he entered, but held their distance as he walked toward the house. The door was open and he knew it was stupid to just walk in, but the pull was stronger now and he had to see her.
There was very little in the house, no real furniture until he reached a bedroom upstairs. The plush carpet led him to a low bed draped in gold and white and in the center of it Katja sat like a queen, holding out a hand to him. “Welcome Eliot.”
He found himself at the edge of that bed before he realized it and he pulled back, exerting some control.
She smiled softly. “I will not hurt you. I made you.”
“Like hell.” He wanted to rip her apart, but couldn’t seem to move.
“You are a part of my pride, Eliot. You can not harm me. I am your queen.”
Her hand was on his face, caressing him, drawing him closer. He tried to pull away, but instead found himself leaning in to her touch. “You will come to love me, and you will obey me…and you will give me immortality.” Her hand petted over him and he purred under the touch, until he felt the sharp bite of a needle and jerked away.
A half familiar face swirled over him as darkness clawed at him and pulled him down into it.
Title: The Sky Rains Red, Part Ten ( Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot, Parker, Sophie, Hardison, Ryna (OFC), Sterling, OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2500
Summary: Eliot tries to come to terms with himself, but when Katja calls to him he has trouble not going to her.
A/Ns & Summary: Tenth chapter of at eleven or twelve. Blood!kink (hello, Vampire!). Violence. Outdoor sex. For katzb101
”You are magnificent,” she purrs as she circles him, petting over his half changed form. “Such control already, such power.” Her hand tangles in his hair and pulls his head back, her mouth covering his. “Beautiful.” She lets go and he craves her touch. “Come to me Eliot. We belong together. You are mine.”
Eliot started upright, eyes scanning the room as if he expected her to be there, in the shadows. He could feel the sun not quite ready to set, hear Hardison’s heartbeat all slow and rhythmic in his sleep on the couch, smell Nate as he woke behind him.
“Everything okay?” Nate asked.
Eliot exhaled and willed the cat back inside him, watching as his claws reverted to hands. He nodded tightly. “Dreams.”
“Katja?” Nate asked, sitting up.
Eliot sat on the bed nodding. “It’s getting worse.” He frowned, remembering the way she touched him, the way he wanted her to touch him. “You know about this shit, right?”
Nate’s hand caressed over his knee, trying to offer comfort. “I know some.”
“Tell me.”
Nate shook his head. “Tell you what?”
“What you know. I mean…is this normal? This hearing her in my head?”
“Eliot, nothing about this is normal. I’ve never heard of therianthropes having telepathic abilities.”
“Vampires?”
Nate looked uncomfortable as he nodded. “Yes, some do. Mostly with their own kind. Sometimes when a vampire feeds from the same human for a long time they develop a rapport.”
Eliot looked away. “I need you to tell me something, honestly.”
“Of course.”
“How…how close was I?”
Nate rubbed his face and got up to pace. “I’m not sure what you mean?”
“You said you nearly turned me.”
Nate nodded. “Yeah, it was…honestly? I thought maybe I had. You stopped breathing. If Hardison hadn’t been here…”
Eliot stood, frowning even harder. “Are you saying he-“
“Gave you mouth to mouth…He pulled you back. I was a mess.” He stopped pacing. “If he hadn’t been here, you probably would have…I couldn’t have let you die.” He looked Eliot in the eye. “The truth of the matter is, every time I’ve given you blood, it’s changed you a little bit. If I’d kept doing it, you would have turned eventually.”
“So…when the cat got to me…I was nearly a vampire, is that what you’re telling me?” Eliot nodded, thinking that sort of made sense. “What if it isn’t because of either, but maybe it’s her? Maybe she’s…psychic or something?”
“It’s possible.” Nate agreed. “The question is, can you fight her?”
Eliot looked away. “Of course.”
“I’ve seen you when she’s talking to you Eliot. You want her.”
There was no tone of betrayal or hurt in his voice, but Eliot felt it anyway. “No. I don’t.”
“Come on, I’ve known you too long.”
Eliot turned back to him and shook his head. “I mean, in the moment, when she’s pulling on me, yeah, I want it. I want her. But it ain’t me. You get me? I don’t want her.” He hit his chest in emphasis. “The cat does.”
Nate reached out for him, a hand on his shoulder. “You and the cat are one, Eliot. You need to come to grips with that.”
Eliot’s stomach rumbled and he sighed. “What I need is meat. A lot of meat.”
Nate nodded. “We’ll get you something.”
In the next room, Eliot felt Hardison’s heart rate speed up. “Hardison’s awake. We should get moving.”
“Do you have anything resembling a plan?” Nate asked.
Eliot nodded. “We find the bitch and we kill her.”
Nate wasn’t entirely sure that Eliot would actually be able to follow through on that plan. He was concerned that they couldn’t give him more time to acclimate to the changes in his body, or even figure out what those changes were.
It didn’t help that Nate was still feeling the effects of his long starvation and nearly killing Eliot, and nearly losing him and knowing that he was forever changed. All of which had affect Nate a lot more than he was letting on. Eliot needed him to be calm, reasonable.
Not that this was reasonable.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Nate asked as he stopped the truck.
“No.” Eliot’s jaw was set and hard. “But I need to see her.”
“Okay. You want me to come in with you?”
“Yeah.” Eliot didn’t look at him. “In case…just…”
Nate nodded and got out of the truck, following Eliot to the door. Eliot smiled when Mrs. Harris answered. “Oh, Mr. Spencer. I’m so glad. Ryna-“
“Eliot!” Ryna flew at them, launching herself at Eliot and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Eliot caught her and held her tight, his eyes closing. After a long moment, Eliot put her down. “I’ll get my things.”
He caught her before she ran and she pouted. “You’re not here to take me home, are you?” It was more a statement than a question.
“Ah, Mrs. Harris, could you give us a minute with her?” Nate asked.
The older woman smiled and disappeared into the house. Eliot squatted down by Ryna. “I need you to stay here, just for another couple of nights, okay?”
“No,” she said petulantly, taking his big hand in hers. “I want to be with you and Nate.”
“I know you do, but we have some very bad people we need to deal with first.”
She petted over his hand, her fingers idly tracing the lines on his palm. “Sophie told me you were sick.”
Eliot nodded. “I was, but I’m better now.”
She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his. “You’re gonna owe me. Big.”
Eliot grinned. “You bet.”
“New computer big.” Ryna amended.
“We should go.” Nate reminded him and he nodded.
He pulled Ryna into a hug. Nate could hear her whispering in his ear, but didn’t strain to hear what she was saying. When Eliot pulled back and stood, Ryna turned to Nate, raising an eyebrow in an entirely Eliot manner. Nate smirked and bent to get his hug. She clung to him, her voice soft in his ear. “You make sure he comes home.”
“I will.” Nate promised as he let her go and kissed her forehead. He wasn’t surprised to find Eliot already in the truck, but was a little surprised to find him flushed and sweating.
“Drive.” Eliot growled, not looking at the house. “Food.”
Nate turned them toward the hills, and he didn’t even have the truck stopped when Eliot was out and stripped and running into the trees. He paced beside the truck, waiting. The last time he'd let Eliot hunt, he'd been attacked.
He could sense him though, and he didn't wander far, just deep enough into the woods to find something to hunt and eat. His phone rang and Nate pulled it out of his pocket. "Yeah, Sophie."
"Are you planning on joining us anytime soon?"
"Yeah, about a half hour. We just stopped for something to eat."
"Sterling is…well, he's not taking this so well."
Nate frowned. "He was fine yesterday."
"Yes, well. He's pacing and talking to himself."
"Just, keep him occupied. We'll be there soon."
He hung up and looked around him at the sound of a large animal moving through the brush. Eliot appeared, fully cat, and prowled toward him, approaching without shifting back. Nate watched him come, and smirked a little when he jumped up, giant paws on either side of Nate, effectively blocking him against the truck. His face shifted some, the snout retreating as Eliot leaned in. Nate didn't react at first as Eliot kissed him, then he felt the heat and opened his mouth, taking the blood that filled Eliot's mouth into his own and swallowing.
Eliot's tongue followed, filling Nate's mouth. He groaned deep and guttural over Nate's tongue and when he finally pulled back, Eliot was nearly back to normal, just the extra hair around his face and hands and his eyes, still more red than blue, any sign of the cat.
He rubbed against Nate, his cock hard, his bloody hands pulling at Nate's clothes. "Fuck. Now."
"Easy." Nate tried to slow him down, but his shirt was already torn and Eliot's hands were growing claws again. Eliot hissed and tossed Nate to the ground, pouncing after him. "Okay, okay, I get it." Nate worked his own zipper and got his pants mostly off before Eliot was on him, rubbing his face over Nate's chest before ripping his pants the rest of the way down.
At least then, once Nate was mostly naked and accessible, Eliot slowed down, though he was still possessive and grabbing and Nate knew he was going to hurt later for the lack of lube, but it seemed a small price in the face of Eliot's urgency. The animal's instincts were clearly driving, sating his needs as they presented, first for food, then for sex.
Nate could only hope that he wasn't going to need a long nap to recover when they were done. He yelled as Eliot pushed into him, pulled back to the moment and attempting to shift positions to make it easier, but Eliot snarled at him and held him down as he thrust into him. Nate at least got one leg up, leaning it on Eliot's shoulder to open himself up a little more. He reached for his own cock, hard just with the taste of the blood, let alone the manhandling and fucking. He tugged on it in time to Eliot's increasingly frantic thrusting.
Eliot roared as he came, shoving all the harder into Nate and leaving bloody marks on his hips when he finally let go and pulled back. Nate growled up at him, not quite to a finish himself and Eliot grinned down at him before dropping down and sucking Nate's cock into his mouth. Nate came quickly then and when he had caught his breath and sat up, Eliot was already starting to get dressed.
"You feel better?" Nate asked as he sat up, reaching for his pants.
"A little." Eliot's voice was still deep and he shook his head as he pulled it through his shirt. "Sorry. I just…blood, horny."
"No, I get that. Trust me." Nate stood and buttoned himself up, then tried to make his shirt something that still resembled a shirt. "That's all vampire. I know all too well. You'll get control of that eventually."
He brushed dirt off his pants. "It's a good thing I keep spare clothes at the office. Get in. Sophie called. Apparently Sterling is…" He shook his head and went to the driver's door.
"Sterling is what?" Eliot asked as he started the truck and pulled them back on the road.
"Sophie wasn't exactly clear. I figure we need to get there."
"So what are you waiting for?"
Sophie met them at the door of the offices, looking worried. "Sterling is in Parker's office. He's not come out in a while."
"Hardison?" Nate asked as he headed for his office.
"He's in the conference room." Eliot growled, stalking past Sophie.
"Okay, one step at a time. I need a drink." Nate stepped around Sophie and went to his office, pulling a clean shirt from the closet and dropping the remains of the old one in the trash.
"Problem?" Sophie asked, leaning on the doorway.
Nate crossed to his desk as he buttoned up and he sat to pull the bottle of scotch out of his drawer. "Eliot hasn't figured out how to control himself yet. His claws get…dangerous." He took a drink straight from the bottle and looked up at her. "Now, what about Sterling?"
She shrugged and gestured toward Parker's office. Nate took another swallow, then stood and headed that way.
Sterling was pacing, but he stopped and looked at Nate. "You. This is all your fault."
Nate sighed, crossing his arms. "How so?"
Sterling pointed at him. "You. If you hadn't been…"
"A vampire?" Nate asked.
Sterling blustered for a minute. "You know, I was fine not knowing there were vampires, or whatever the hell Spencer is…but you had to drag me into this."
"Me? You're the one who has been hunting me, Sterling." Nate corrected. "And, if I hadn't dragged you into this, you'd probably already be dead. Or maybe Katja would have turned you too. I don't know."
"Nate."
He leaned out the door to see Hardison in the hall outside the conference room. "I think I've got something."
Nate nodded, then looked back at Sterling. "Now, we're going to deal with Katja. You can help or you can go back to your life. Up to you."
He left Sterling there to decide and joined his team in the conference room. Hardison brought the screens to life. "I've been researching the good doctor." Hardison said.
“Wait.” Nate said, stopping him. “Where’s Eliot?”
Parker came running, panting. “He’s gone. I tried to stop him.”
“Gone where?” Sophie asked.
“To Katja.” Nate answered, shaking his head.
“On his own?”
“Forget the doctor Hardison, find me a way into that property.”
Eliot could feel her. He left the truck and followed the pull of her. Nate would follow him, he was sure. He shifted as he neared the place, the cat roaring and reveling in the freedom to run wild.
Grass tickled his belly as he slunk low and crawled toward the gates, ready to climb the walls to get in, but the gates opened.
”I’ve been waiting for you.”
Three big cats growled as he entered, but held their distance as he walked toward the house. The door was open and he knew it was stupid to just walk in, but the pull was stronger now and he had to see her.
There was very little in the house, no real furniture until he reached a bedroom upstairs. The plush carpet led him to a low bed draped in gold and white and in the center of it Katja sat like a queen, holding out a hand to him. “Welcome Eliot.”
He found himself at the edge of that bed before he realized it and he pulled back, exerting some control.
She smiled softly. “I will not hurt you. I made you.”
“Like hell.” He wanted to rip her apart, but couldn’t seem to move.
“You are a part of my pride, Eliot. You can not harm me. I am your queen.”
Her hand was on his face, caressing him, drawing him closer. He tried to pull away, but instead found himself leaning in to her touch. “You will come to love me, and you will obey me…and you will give me immortality.” Her hand petted over him and he purred under the touch, until he felt the sharp bite of a needle and jerked away.
A half familiar face swirled over him as darkness clawed at him and pulled him down into it.