Spooky Fanfic
...Or Die Trying (To Stop Writing After Midnight)
House groaned, his hand twitching towards his blazer pocket, where a full bottle of Vicoden and his Game Boy rested. He glared at his latest patient, a tall, pale guy who was wearing sunglasses.
“I am Dracula.” House blinked at that.
“Level Four’s the psych ward. Or go left of the clinic, that’s the chapel, you’ll want to avoid that.” His mind felt fuzzy, detached. Did he OD on Vicoden?
“I think not. I have a… proposition for you.” House noted fangs, gleaming and deadly, his slight panic faraway.
“What? Get a trial run on your new brides? Sure, just keep ‘em from biting… too hard.” He smirked, blue eyes focusing anywhere but the red irises trying to catch him.
“I believe you employ an Allison Cameron. She’s lovely. Perhaps if you watch your tongue, she shall survive. Or die painlessly. Unless you want to see her fade painfully, knowing you could have saved her the slow, gasping struggle…” The man, clad in a vaguely old fashioned suit, trailed off meaningfully.
“Fine. What is it?” House nearly glared at him, but a tiny, drunken scrap of self-preservation forced him not to try.
“You need to get me entrance to the home of Dr. Robert Chase.” House blinked at that.
“Why… do you bat for…” He stopped, the mental image of Cameron drained of blood, doe eyes accusing in a painful, sightless look stopping him, the product of whatever was left of his conscious.
“His family had papers I need. You should hope he has not read them. Otherwise I would find a new doctor…”
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House fidgeted as he looked at the darkened cemetery. Any minute now.
“You’re not God.” Cuddy’s voice hissed in his mind, another wave of guilt he didn’t know he could feel washing over him.
“I wish I was.” He whispered, watching the dark shape that stopped over the freshly turned earth, his mind’s eye showing the pale, ridiculously plain tombstone of Allison Cameron.
Why hadn’t he just let Dracula get the papers? Chase, the cowardly bastard, admitted that he never read them, it wasn’t like Dracula would have killed him…
Yes, he would have. And House knew that. That’s why he pulled a repeat of the cane trick, pinning Chase to the falsely fragile glass wall and demanding answers.
He had hoped he hadn’t seen the long shadow as he did that, hoped Cameron wouldn’t pay.
Damn it, he needed his mail answered!
He stared with something like pity at the woman who climbed agilely out of the hole.
Dracula had made her death painless, but Cameron was not meant to kill.
He would have to free her.
Or die trying.
...yeah. Dark. I know. Anyone wanna do Vampire!Cameron and House? I'd love you forever...