A Shadow of Herself.
Title: A Shadow of Herself
Universe: Anita Blake - Beyond Death AU
Pairings: Isis/Damien
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Anita Blake characters or her world. That goes to LKH. I make no money out of this. I do this for the sheer enjoyment of it.
The idea of the Mary Sue virus goes to Dazzledfirestar. And credit to the Beyond Death universe of the MS virus belongs to LDF.
However Isis is mine. You can borrow her anytime as long as you ask first. If not then I'm gonna kick your ass. LDF, Gin, Daz, Nan, and Leon have carte blanche to borrow her, just let me know. * hugs *
A/N: In this AU Isis was a former defense attorney who fell in love with a vampire she met while she was out club hopping with some friends. She got so involved with him that her business suffered and she lost all her clients as a result. Now she lives with Damien in a shabby apartment in the seedier part of town.
It's been six months since her law office closed its doors. And Isis Moonrip was now residing in what basically was a rundown tenement on the south side of town.
She didn't care though. She was with her Damien. That's all that mattered to her now.
Sighing and turning from the dismal picture that was outside her dusty and dirty window and turned to the even more dismal picture that was her apartment. The furniture was dirty and there was a thick coating of dust on everything. The sofa cushion was like a pile of soft dirt, you sit on it and dust and dirt go everywhere. And for the next five minutes your shooing it out of your face and trying not to breath it in at the same time.
The coffee table was not in any better shape than the couch. It was nicked, scraped, pitted and gouged in spots. It had long since lost its polish. It was no better than a stick of wood out in the woods.
However, Isis didn't see any of this when she looked at the room. Granted she didn't see a grand living room like she used to have, but to her the state of the apartment didn't concern her. It was bug free and it was a roof over her and Damien's head.
It was getting dark now and soon her undead lover would rise from his coffin in the bedroom she shared with him.
A smile cracked her now careworn face. Living with Damien had taken its toll on her. She gave blood to him every night when he rose and when they would have sex, she'd give him more. Again, it didn't matter to her. As long as he was happy, then that's all that mattered to her.
Shuffling in her robe to the bathroom she flicked on the light and squinted at the dull light that came from the single bulb hanging from a wire over head.
Getting a ratty and grey towel from the closet she quickly dropped her robe to the sticky bathroom floor and turned the cold tap water on full force. She pulled the switch to turn on the shower and stepped under the poorly pressurized spray.
Sighing in pleasure to get the day's grime off her still soft skin, Isis grabbed her nearly empty shampoo bottle and squeezed the remaining viscous liquid into her shaking hand. Looking in dismay she she shrugged and and ran it through her scraggly tresses and did her best to get it all through her long mane of golden hair. Unfortunately it wasn't enough but it was just enough to get the stench out of her hair.
*Maybe Damien will let me get some more tomorrow,* she thought to her self as she scrubbed her thin body with the barely pleasant smelling bar of soap.
When she was done washing herself she turned the water off she instantly knew Damien was awake for the night. A beauteous smile crossed her face and softened the harsh lines she had acquired in the last six months.
With quick motions she dried herself off and towel dried her hair as best she could. Picking her filthy robe off the floor she drew over her thin shoulders and scurried out of the bathroom.
Her steps were fast and silent as she skittered through the dirty rooms. She didn't need a light as she knew the layout like the back of her hand.
She was so intent on getting to her room that she didn't see him in the door way to their bedroom and ran right into his chest.
"Ommph," she said as she bounced off the hard pale chest in front of her.
"Careful little cat," Damien chuckled as he steadied her. And that was when he got the shock of his long undead life. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm a little too much. With a frown marring his brow he shoved aside the dirty bath robe.
"What happened to you Isis," he said quietly. He never let his paramours get so thin and emaciated. How could he not see her deteriorating form? He stepped back to get a better look at her.
And what he saw shocked him. She was thin and her skin had a slightly grew hue to it under naturally tanned skin. He ran his fingers through her hair and was disgusted to find that it wasn't as soft and silky as it used to be.
Seeing his disgust with her she rushed to say "N-nothing Damien love! Nothing at all!"
"No, you lie. Your thin Isis. When did this happen," he demanded as he took her by her shoulders. Her bony shoulders. He frowned again.
"I swear I'm fine Damien, don't send me from you," she said shakily. He couldn't send her away. She'd just die if he rejected her.
Seeing the quiet desperation in her eyes, he sought to soothe her.
"Easy Isis, I'm not sending you away. You are so thin, what has become of you," he said in a soothing voice.
"I'm fine! I'm fine," she cried now. A few large tears fell from her eyes, however those were the only ones as they quickly dried up. She threw herself against his chest and sobbed uncontrollably.
Damien sighed a long and drawn out sigh. It was the same thing every night. He would try and ask her why she was the way she was and Isis would break down and cry until they were in bed together. There she would initiate things further by convincing him to take blood from her and then have sex. And during that she would beg to be bitten again. He tried resisting then, but the lure of her sweet blood would be too much for him and he'd suckle from her again until she was limp in his arms.
And every night the night started off like this he'd try and convince her to let him find someone else to feed off of, but inevitably that would send her into more hysterics.
He was caught in a vicious circle of his making and he was confused on how to get her out of it.
Sensing she was calm again, he firmly held her at arms length and seeing her panic as if she knew his intention he swiftly bespelled her with his eyes and voice.
"Calm little cat, we are just going to have fun tonight. Be still love," he said soothingly. It was the voice he used on her that first time together at her old condo, before she moved in with him here in this shabby apartment.
Isis nodded as if drunk and Damien watched has her eyes rolled in the back of her head and caught her as she passed out. He caught her gently and going to the bedroom he fetched a shabby dress and pulled it over her quickly. He grabbed her purse with her identification and without a sound was gone out of the apartment complex.
He made it to a local emergency room where he startled the hell out of a middle aged nurse who was outside smoking her third cigarette.
"AHH!! VAMPIRE ATTACK," she screamed as she threw her cigarette at the vampire hold the still unconscious Isis. The nurse ran into the building to get away from him.
Damien ignored her and strode into the emergency room where he scared even more people. Pretty soon those that could cleared the lobby and those that couldn't sobbed for mercy. Again he ignored them all and glared at the receptionist behind the bullet proof glass.
"She needs help," he stated simply.
The receptionist herself jumped up and got a wheelchair for the woman in his arms. She also signaled for several nurse to come and take the woman from his arms.
"What's the matter with her", asked an iron grayed haired nurse unconcerned that a vampire was in her emergency waiting room.
"Too many blood donations," he said unperturbed by her suspicious look.
"I see."
He handed over her purse with her identification and everything else she would need to start over again.
* flashback to the apartment *
He looked down at her thin form and wished things hadn't gone the way they had. Granted all vampire junkies turn out like Isis eventually and the majority of their vampire lovers didn't give a fuck, but there was something about Isis that made him care.
Gathering his strength as he hasn't fed yet, he left the apartment and its building behind him. He would not be returning back to this place once he delivered his burden to the human's hospital.
He also remembered the last thing he said to her before he told her to forget him and that it was all a long and terrible dream.
The memory of what he said drove him faster towards his destination.
* present *
"I think it has all she needs," he said as he eased her into the chair careful as one would handle a newborn babe.
The nurse continued to look at him funny but she didn't say a word. Just kept glancing at him warily.
"Will you be coming back for her once she's healthy again," asked the same matronly nurse.
"No."
"Then you can go and leave her in our care sir," she said tartly.
Damien looked longingly one last time at the once beautiful woman in the wheelchair and left with the same speed he had come. He would go somewhere and find a new willing donor to feed from for the night.
He would always remember what Isis turned into because of him. No, he would not easily forget this woman.
Universe: Anita Blake - Beyond Death AU
Pairings: Isis/Damien
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Anita Blake characters or her world. That goes to LKH. I make no money out of this. I do this for the sheer enjoyment of it.
The idea of the Mary Sue virus goes to Dazzledfirestar. And credit to the Beyond Death universe of the MS virus belongs to LDF.
However Isis is mine. You can borrow her anytime as long as you ask first. If not then I'm gonna kick your ass. LDF, Gin, Daz, Nan, and Leon have carte blanche to borrow her, just let me know. * hugs *
A/N: In this AU Isis was a former defense attorney who fell in love with a vampire she met while she was out club hopping with some friends. She got so involved with him that her business suffered and she lost all her clients as a result. Now she lives with Damien in a shabby apartment in the seedier part of town.
It's been six months since her law office closed its doors. And Isis Moonrip was now residing in what basically was a rundown tenement on the south side of town.
She didn't care though. She was with her Damien. That's all that mattered to her now.
Sighing and turning from the dismal picture that was outside her dusty and dirty window and turned to the even more dismal picture that was her apartment. The furniture was dirty and there was a thick coating of dust on everything. The sofa cushion was like a pile of soft dirt, you sit on it and dust and dirt go everywhere. And for the next five minutes your shooing it out of your face and trying not to breath it in at the same time.
The coffee table was not in any better shape than the couch. It was nicked, scraped, pitted and gouged in spots. It had long since lost its polish. It was no better than a stick of wood out in the woods.
However, Isis didn't see any of this when she looked at the room. Granted she didn't see a grand living room like she used to have, but to her the state of the apartment didn't concern her. It was bug free and it was a roof over her and Damien's head.
It was getting dark now and soon her undead lover would rise from his coffin in the bedroom she shared with him.
A smile cracked her now careworn face. Living with Damien had taken its toll on her. She gave blood to him every night when he rose and when they would have sex, she'd give him more. Again, it didn't matter to her. As long as he was happy, then that's all that mattered to her.
Shuffling in her robe to the bathroom she flicked on the light and squinted at the dull light that came from the single bulb hanging from a wire over head.
Getting a ratty and grey towel from the closet she quickly dropped her robe to the sticky bathroom floor and turned the cold tap water on full force. She pulled the switch to turn on the shower and stepped under the poorly pressurized spray.
Sighing in pleasure to get the day's grime off her still soft skin, Isis grabbed her nearly empty shampoo bottle and squeezed the remaining viscous liquid into her shaking hand. Looking in dismay she she shrugged and and ran it through her scraggly tresses and did her best to get it all through her long mane of golden hair. Unfortunately it wasn't enough but it was just enough to get the stench out of her hair.
*Maybe Damien will let me get some more tomorrow,* she thought to her self as she scrubbed her thin body with the barely pleasant smelling bar of soap.
When she was done washing herself she turned the water off she instantly knew Damien was awake for the night. A beauteous smile crossed her face and softened the harsh lines she had acquired in the last six months.
With quick motions she dried herself off and towel dried her hair as best she could. Picking her filthy robe off the floor she drew over her thin shoulders and scurried out of the bathroom.
Her steps were fast and silent as she skittered through the dirty rooms. She didn't need a light as she knew the layout like the back of her hand.
She was so intent on getting to her room that she didn't see him in the door way to their bedroom and ran right into his chest.
"Ommph," she said as she bounced off the hard pale chest in front of her.
"Careful little cat," Damien chuckled as he steadied her. And that was when he got the shock of his long undead life. His fingers wrapped around her upper arm a little too much. With a frown marring his brow he shoved aside the dirty bath robe.
"What happened to you Isis," he said quietly. He never let his paramours get so thin and emaciated. How could he not see her deteriorating form? He stepped back to get a better look at her.
And what he saw shocked him. She was thin and her skin had a slightly grew hue to it under naturally tanned skin. He ran his fingers through her hair and was disgusted to find that it wasn't as soft and silky as it used to be.
Seeing his disgust with her she rushed to say "N-nothing Damien love! Nothing at all!"
"No, you lie. Your thin Isis. When did this happen," he demanded as he took her by her shoulders. Her bony shoulders. He frowned again.
"I swear I'm fine Damien, don't send me from you," she said shakily. He couldn't send her away. She'd just die if he rejected her.
Seeing the quiet desperation in her eyes, he sought to soothe her.
"Easy Isis, I'm not sending you away. You are so thin, what has become of you," he said in a soothing voice.
"I'm fine! I'm fine," she cried now. A few large tears fell from her eyes, however those were the only ones as they quickly dried up. She threw herself against his chest and sobbed uncontrollably.
Damien sighed a long and drawn out sigh. It was the same thing every night. He would try and ask her why she was the way she was and Isis would break down and cry until they were in bed together. There she would initiate things further by convincing him to take blood from her and then have sex. And during that she would beg to be bitten again. He tried resisting then, but the lure of her sweet blood would be too much for him and he'd suckle from her again until she was limp in his arms.
And every night the night started off like this he'd try and convince her to let him find someone else to feed off of, but inevitably that would send her into more hysterics.
He was caught in a vicious circle of his making and he was confused on how to get her out of it.
Sensing she was calm again, he firmly held her at arms length and seeing her panic as if she knew his intention he swiftly bespelled her with his eyes and voice.
"Calm little cat, we are just going to have fun tonight. Be still love," he said soothingly. It was the voice he used on her that first time together at her old condo, before she moved in with him here in this shabby apartment.
Isis nodded as if drunk and Damien watched has her eyes rolled in the back of her head and caught her as she passed out. He caught her gently and going to the bedroom he fetched a shabby dress and pulled it over her quickly. He grabbed her purse with her identification and without a sound was gone out of the apartment complex.
He made it to a local emergency room where he startled the hell out of a middle aged nurse who was outside smoking her third cigarette.
"AHH!! VAMPIRE ATTACK," she screamed as she threw her cigarette at the vampire hold the still unconscious Isis. The nurse ran into the building to get away from him.
Damien ignored her and strode into the emergency room where he scared even more people. Pretty soon those that could cleared the lobby and those that couldn't sobbed for mercy. Again he ignored them all and glared at the receptionist behind the bullet proof glass.
"She needs help," he stated simply.
The receptionist herself jumped up and got a wheelchair for the woman in his arms. She also signaled for several nurse to come and take the woman from his arms.
"What's the matter with her", asked an iron grayed haired nurse unconcerned that a vampire was in her emergency waiting room.
"Too many blood donations," he said unperturbed by her suspicious look.
"I see."
He handed over her purse with her identification and everything else she would need to start over again.
* flashback to the apartment *
He looked down at her thin form and wished things hadn't gone the way they had. Granted all vampire junkies turn out like Isis eventually and the majority of their vampire lovers didn't give a fuck, but there was something about Isis that made him care.
Gathering his strength as he hasn't fed yet, he left the apartment and its building behind him. He would not be returning back to this place once he delivered his burden to the human's hospital.
He also remembered the last thing he said to her before he told her to forget him and that it was all a long and terrible dream.
The memory of what he said drove him faster towards his destination.
* present *
"I think it has all she needs," he said as he eased her into the chair careful as one would handle a newborn babe.
The nurse continued to look at him funny but she didn't say a word. Just kept glancing at him warily.
"Will you be coming back for her once she's healthy again," asked the same matronly nurse.
"No."
"Then you can go and leave her in our care sir," she said tartly.
Damien looked longingly one last time at the once beautiful woman in the wheelchair and left with the same speed he had come. He would go somewhere and find a new willing donor to feed from for the night.
He would always remember what Isis turned into because of him. No, he would not easily forget this woman.