The Truth or Dare Job, Part Eighteen, Leverage (vamp!Nate verse), PG-13
Fandom: Leverage (Vamp!Nate verse)
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Eighteen (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 763
Summary: Nate finds Ryna, but getting away might not be as easy as he'd hoped.
A/Ns & Warning: Eighteenth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "Aphrodisiacs".
Nate slipped into another corridor that looked just like the one he had come from. He was still moving slowly from the cold. What he really needed was blood. Hot and fresh preferably.
He looked up at the camera mounted near the ceiling, but Hardison was obviously occupied with something else. He was afraid, Nate could hear it in his voice, but he seemed to be holding it together. Whatever it was Avonski had used, it was slow acting, but presumably deadly, since Hardison said that Chaos was completely unconscious.
That left him to find the antidote, find Ryna, find Hardison and get them all the hell out of there.
He stopped as he reached another intersection. Eliot was nearby, Nate could smell the blood he had shed getting in. He eased around the corner. Two men were on the floor, the smell of blood heavy in the air around them. One was still moving. Craving pulled him toward the man, his teeth descended.
Eliot had been still in animal form when he’d attacked, the smell of the cat was all over the man. Nate squatted over him, leaning in to drink whatever Eliot had left behind. The blood was hot, pouring into him, restoring him, arousing him.
There wasn’t much left, but it was a start. Nate turned, sniffing the air. Eliot had gone to the right. He headed that way too, following the scent of blood around another corridor, stopping at a large door. Eliot had gone through it, but Nate couldn’t sense him on the other side.
He cracked his neck and eased the door open. He was rushed immediately and he ducked the blow, coming up with one of his own to the man’s stomach. Nate rode him to the ground, biting deep into his neck and drinking. He was pulled off by another man, a man who had the scent of Hardison on him.
His hunger spiked, the desire for blood and more fueling him as he fought to free himself. The small tastes without satisfaction were teasing him, like appetizers served with no meal in sight, hopeless aphrodisiacs taunting him toward a full arousal.
He bit into the first flesh he could find, slamming the man into the wall and holding him there while Nate drained him from the wrist and he came in his pants.
Nate pulled back just as he died, letting him slide to the floor. His body was warm now, thrumming with desire now that he could smell come.
“Hardison.” Nate growled as he looked up at the camera.
“I’m working as fast as I can, but I got problems here too.”
“Where is Eliot?”
“I don’t know. He’s moving too fast. Did I mention problems? I’m trying to keep Avonski from coming in here and find Ryna in this ever loving maze of rooms and -“
“Hardison, I need direction here.”
“Gimme a minute, Nate.”
Nate stepped over the body, wiping his face as he looked around him. “Okay, Nate, you’re not far from where they’ve got Ryna. Go down the corridor on the left. Keep going past four doors. The fifth door on your right should lead you to the corridor where she is. But I gotta warn you, there are men everywhere."
"I got it. Find Eliot." He took a minute to adjust himself and dial back the hunger that raged inside him now that he had tasted blood. It wouldn't due to scare Ryna any further.
He followed Hardison's directions, taking the next guard he encountered quickly and wiping the blood from his face before carefully opening the door where Ryna was supposed to be. There was some cartoon playing on a big screen and two men keeping watch.
Nate slipped in, killing the first one quickly. The second one though, he was fast, and a bullet grazed Nate's arm before Nate got the gun turned around on him.
"Nate!" Ryna was on top of him before he'd fully recovered. "I knew you'd be okay."
"I'm fine honey, but we've got to get moving." He took her hand and led her out of the room, stopping as they encountered five men with guns. "Great. Hardison?"
There was no answer though. Nate was on his own. "Okay, Ryna, stay behind me."
She tugged on his shirt. "Uh, Nate…"
He glanced at her, then up and say three more men coming from the other direction. He could maybe take them, if he didn't have to worry about Ryna and they all weren't armed to the teeth. "Where the hell is Eliot?"
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Eighteen (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 763
Summary: Nate finds Ryna, but getting away might not be as easy as he'd hoped.
A/Ns & Warning: Eighteenth chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my angst_bingo card, found here. For the prompt "Aphrodisiacs".
Nate slipped into another corridor that looked just like the one he had come from. He was still moving slowly from the cold. What he really needed was blood. Hot and fresh preferably.
He looked up at the camera mounted near the ceiling, but Hardison was obviously occupied with something else. He was afraid, Nate could hear it in his voice, but he seemed to be holding it together. Whatever it was Avonski had used, it was slow acting, but presumably deadly, since Hardison said that Chaos was completely unconscious.
That left him to find the antidote, find Ryna, find Hardison and get them all the hell out of there.
He stopped as he reached another intersection. Eliot was nearby, Nate could smell the blood he had shed getting in. He eased around the corner. Two men were on the floor, the smell of blood heavy in the air around them. One was still moving. Craving pulled him toward the man, his teeth descended.
Eliot had been still in animal form when he’d attacked, the smell of the cat was all over the man. Nate squatted over him, leaning in to drink whatever Eliot had left behind. The blood was hot, pouring into him, restoring him, arousing him.
There wasn’t much left, but it was a start. Nate turned, sniffing the air. Eliot had gone to the right. He headed that way too, following the scent of blood around another corridor, stopping at a large door. Eliot had gone through it, but Nate couldn’t sense him on the other side.
He cracked his neck and eased the door open. He was rushed immediately and he ducked the blow, coming up with one of his own to the man’s stomach. Nate rode him to the ground, biting deep into his neck and drinking. He was pulled off by another man, a man who had the scent of Hardison on him.
His hunger spiked, the desire for blood and more fueling him as he fought to free himself. The small tastes without satisfaction were teasing him, like appetizers served with no meal in sight, hopeless aphrodisiacs taunting him toward a full arousal.
He bit into the first flesh he could find, slamming the man into the wall and holding him there while Nate drained him from the wrist and he came in his pants.
Nate pulled back just as he died, letting him slide to the floor. His body was warm now, thrumming with desire now that he could smell come.
“Hardison.” Nate growled as he looked up at the camera.
“I’m working as fast as I can, but I got problems here too.”
“Where is Eliot?”
“I don’t know. He’s moving too fast. Did I mention problems? I’m trying to keep Avonski from coming in here and find Ryna in this ever loving maze of rooms and -“
“Hardison, I need direction here.”
“Gimme a minute, Nate.”
Nate stepped over the body, wiping his face as he looked around him. “Okay, Nate, you’re not far from where they’ve got Ryna. Go down the corridor on the left. Keep going past four doors. The fifth door on your right should lead you to the corridor where she is. But I gotta warn you, there are men everywhere."
"I got it. Find Eliot." He took a minute to adjust himself and dial back the hunger that raged inside him now that he had tasted blood. It wouldn't due to scare Ryna any further.
He followed Hardison's directions, taking the next guard he encountered quickly and wiping the blood from his face before carefully opening the door where Ryna was supposed to be. There was some cartoon playing on a big screen and two men keeping watch.
Nate slipped in, killing the first one quickly. The second one though, he was fast, and a bullet grazed Nate's arm before Nate got the gun turned around on him.
"Nate!" Ryna was on top of him before he'd fully recovered. "I knew you'd be okay."
"I'm fine honey, but we've got to get moving." He took her hand and led her out of the room, stopping as they encountered five men with guns. "Great. Hardison?"
There was no answer though. Nate was on his own. "Okay, Ryna, stay behind me."
She tugged on his shirt. "Uh, Nate…"
He glanced at her, then up and say three more men coming from the other direction. He could maybe take them, if he didn't have to worry about Ryna and they all weren't armed to the teeth. "Where the hell is Eliot?"