Chris closed his eyes, waiting for the end, wondering if it was true that a vampire's soul died with his body. He wondered if there would be a light. But instead of light, or even just a simple loss of sensation, he felt warmth and heat, first in his shoulder where Mary's stake had grazed him, pinning his shirt to the floor, then through the rest of his body as she settled onto him, pressing her lips against his own.
He kissed her back, resting his hands hesitantly on her hips. The sudden, unexpected brush with death had left him awash in confusion and uncertainty, and he still wasn't entirely sure that Mary hadn't obliterated his heart - he certainly felt like he was bleeding out - maybe this was some trick the brain played whilst one was in the throes of death.
As Mary took off her shirt and began tugging at his belt buckle, the absurdity of the situation hit him full force. His last coherent thought was to completely ignore any further thoughts. After all, terrifying was simply a synonym for exciting, and this, right now, was the fuel time burned to keep the whole world going. To start asking questions would be downright blasphemous. Instead, he closed his eyes and let sensation after sensation wash over him, finding his way around Mary's body on instinct and the map of her he'd been drawing in his head for so many months. Even the lust for blood, awake inside him as always, had been quieted enough to slip away with everything else.
The tires screeched as James slammed on the brakes outside of Chris Peterson's house. It was the last place he'd thought to check - it had seemed unlikely that a vampire would bring someone into his home, to where he slept. What if Mary had managed to survive, to get away? All she would have to do is wait until sunrise, and that would be that. And why would Mary, however irrational she'd been, allow Chris to take her to completely unfamiliar territory?
With a sinking feeling he realized he was wrong - neither one of them would have come back here. He had missed them, Chris had already disposed of her body, and now he was back home brushing his teeth and slipping into pajamas. Mary had been right about one thing at least- Chris would die tonight.
James' heart jumped when he saw Mary, alive, well, and sleeping. Sleeping? Maybe she couldn't find Chris' car keys after she killed him. She would have been tired, and she'd had several drinks earlier in the night. Staying the night here had probably been the best option she had.
James: "Mary?"
Mary: "What are you doing here?"
James: "I was looking for you."
Mary: "Oh. Good. Can you give me a ride home?"
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Mildest of predictions, somewhere in the mistiest of futures:
Andy has someone (probably Chris or his crack team of vampire hunters) kill Ian. It is Andy's last act of deux ex machina, and he does it for Emily . . . out of twu wuv. But Emily loves Tristan and Tristan loves Emily, so Andy is cut out of the picture. (Kismet, fate, the stars, whatever. Those two totally need to make babies to frolic with James and Mary's.) After this, Andy continues on the straight and narrow, but he is a shell of a man. Jade recognizes this, and nurses him back to his full vibrance. They have hella smart babies with weird hair.
So, do I get a cookie?
"This emotion called 'wuv' confuses and enrages us."
Somewhere, in some parallel universe, there so has to be Andy/Jade hella smart weird hair babies.
"Mawwiage. Mawwiage is wot brings us togevver today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam wifin a dweam . . . and wuv, twu wuv, will follow you fo'eva and eva . . . so tweasure your wuv."
And those babies are taking over the world!
DP merchandise? *nudgenudge*
No there doesn't. :D ;) Though, I reckon that would be kinda cute in a not so cute way. Make sense, much? ;)