Title: Half Empty/Half Full
Fandom: Moonlight
Author: ruafair
Character/Pairing: Mick/Beth
Table: RANDOM 2
Prompt: #02 Measure
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: He’s damned either way
Notes: Episode ‘Fever’ - Whoot my drabble muse returned!!!
My Table

( The moment Beth... )

Beth curled her feet under her and took a sip of her coffee. Josh had just left, reluctantly, but she insisted she was ok.

“Nice one Turner,” she muttered, “getting caught up in a blood cult… If it hadn’t been for Mick…” She paused as she pictured the PI. “Why is Mick St John so familiar? Where have I seen him before?”  The moment she’d met him ( Read more... )

This is all wrong; Beth shouldn’t be feeling like his.  I can hear the increase in her heartbeat with every question she asks, and it’s not just journalistic interest that has her curiosity piqued. I know I’m attractive, and add in the natural vampire allure makes me even more intriguing. I’m not boasting, I saw enough action in the 70’s and 80’s ( Read more... )

Beth ran from Mick’s apartment as fast as she could, hurrying out of the building and down the street, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t know how long she ran but eventually she fell to her knees, air burning her lungs as she took in mouthfuls through the panting and sobbing.

She had just seen red when Coraline sauntered down Mick’s ( Read more... )

Because I have way too much spare time (I wish) LOL... and had so much fun with the first BT table. I'm going to do another Blood Ties Drabble table for
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His stomach hurt, his face hurt, in fact everything hurt and Mick couldn’t be happier. He was ‘human’ again, the cure existed and it had worked. Lowering himself gingerly onto the couch he leaned back and breathed out a huge sigh of relief.

It was over, the sleeping in a freezer, the avoidance of the sun and especially the need for blood to ( Read more... )

Every time she thought about ‘that night’ Beth could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. The colour would deepen when she remembered how she threw herself at Mick. God she had been seconds away from ripping her clothes off and demanding that he take her, hard and fast.

With a groan of embarrassment Beth folded her arms on her desk and dropped her ( Read more... )

If he were an honest vampire Josef would admit to being surprised by her call. And you could have knocked him over when she produced the pictures. Then his admiration for her grew when she barely flinched when it sunk in exactly how he was going to take care of the photographer.

He always thought Mick’s interest was based on mutual attraction ( Read more... )

“It’s now time for your punishment,” grinned Henry, walking slowly around a seated and pissed off Private Investigator.

“For what?” snorted Vicki.

“It’s time for me to make my decree,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue caressing the flesh.

“Judge and jury Henry,” she moaned. “Aren’t you multi-talented?”

“And executioner,” he ( Read more... )

For all her bravado Vicki’s way over her head with this freaky shit. She was fighting blind, metaphorically speaking… She depended on a Goth and can you believe this, a damn vampire.

I have to help her; her eyesight’s getting worse and she refuses to acknowledge she needs help. And of course Fitz-Roy backs her up, dragging her into one crazy ( Read more... )