Bright, Rich, Sweet (1 of 6?)
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Title: Bright, Rich, Sweet (1 of 6?)
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck, with special contributions by cocoajava, including a large, co-authored section (Approx chapter 3)
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, Jack O'Neill/OFC
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 this section
Summary: A vampire cannot live by (chicken) blood alone. Jack becomes a vampire.
Content/warnings: Does one warn for bloodplay in a vampire story? Het content, later chapters
Words: Approx 20,000 to 25,000 overall, 4,700 this part
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
The Matrix: Taste. The Matrix is located here.
Beta: Thanks togreen_grrl and zats_clear for beta services and editorial advice.
The klaxon for unscheduled offworld activation was sounding and the iris clanged closed.
"I'm getting SG-11's IDC, sir," Harriman informed him.
Jack nodded.
"Open the iris, Sergeant."
He trotted down the stairs, waiting to let the Marines and SFs stampede by him, following them at a leisurely pace. The geek squad was on a planet they had visited many times. The natives were friendly, the goa'uld nothing but a very old, distant memory to them. They had no use for naquadah and were thrilled to be getting medical supplies and agricultural advisors out of the previously worthless ore. This would just be one of the geeks down at the archaeological site coming back unexpectedly to consult with Daniel. Or maybe one of the mine crew had busted an ankle.
Jack stood back out of the line of fire, hand resting lightly on his sidearm, not really expecting any trouble.
To his surprise, all of SG-11 came through, along with a couple of the miners. They looked tired and pale.
Then Dr. Sinclair, the head of the archaeology expedition, gave an ungodly bloodcurdling yell. And they attacked.
Jack awoke to the too-clean smell of the filtered air of an infirmary isolation room. He knew even before he opened his eyes exactly where he was. He could practically hear the shape of the room, with its lack of furnishings. What he didn't understand was how he got here or why he was slumped in the corner on the floor instead of resting on the uncomfortable bed.
He sat up woozily and looked around. Something was weird with his vision. Edges were too perfectly defined. Colors were exceptionally sharp, making the drab grey walls appear richly textured with silver and blue and white and charcoal. The floor was similar, though more blue and white.
As his eyes traveled the room, he found himself looking at Daniel sitting in the observation area. He was absorbed in something on his laptop, quick, bright eyes occasionally flitting back and forth to the large dusty-smelling books piled around him on the table.
That gave Jack pause.
He sniffed. Something must be wrong with the HEPA system. He could definitely smell the books. He could also smell Daniel, who smelled of books, and shampoo and worry, in addition to coffee, lack of sleep, and Salisbury steak. And that really sexy muskiness he got about eight hours after his shower. Jack could sniff that all day.
How could Daniel smell like worry and lack of sleep?
Then he realized he could smell the guard detail outside the door. Four guys? That seemed excessive. And there were guards outside the observation room as well. That was definitely out of the ordinary. They smelled bored.
All this not to mention the fact that Daniel was glowing. Softly emitting warmth and light, haloed by a golden, pulsing radiance.
Man, it had to be a doozie of a concussion.
"He has awakened," intoned the man sitting by Daniel in the booth. Jack heard him without the aid of the intercom system.
That man did not glow. Interesting.
Jack watched the video a third time.
SG-11 came through the gate. They bared their fangs and attacked. Reactions were slow, and by the time Gateroom contingent realized the danger, SG-11 was already ripping out throats with teeth and claw.
Jack looked closely at his own fingers. The claws appeared to be retractable. Creepy.
Jack didn't remember any of it. He watched himself engage in hand-to-hand with Dr. Tarlton. Even taken by surprise, Jack should have been able to handle the newest archaeologist. The man put the dweeb in dweeb. Jack watched with a sense of unreality as Tarlton stabbed long claws into Jack's biceps and pulled him down to the floor. At least Jack managed to maneuver back on top, which must have been quite a trick – those claws must have hurt like a bitch. He absently brushed his upper arm under the short sleeve of the scrubs he was wearing. No scars.
Jack actually looked like he was getting control again when Dr. Leda came up behind him. It was like watching an old Hammer film. She bent over him and sank her long fangs into Jack's neck. He went down instantly, collapsing onto Tarlton, who bit into the other shoulder.
"They exsanguinated you. You had just enough blood left for your heart to keep beating, but it was touch and go," Fraiser said, as she came to sit next to him.
He was still in isolation.
"Apparently, they can transmit a retroviral venom," the doctor continued as Jack hit the skip back button to watch the whole thing over again. "If they envenomate a victim who survives the exsanguination, as you did, the retrovirus alters the victim's DNA and the body undergoes changes."
"Nice," Jack said flatly. "You know how we all love a good retrovirus. Loads of laughs, those retroviruses."
Fraiser gave him a pained smile. She gestured to the other person who had entered the room with her. It was that guy who had been in the observation deck with Daniel when Jack woke up. The guy who didn't glow. Everybody else glowed. The doc was a kind of vibrant lavender color. Carter was a pure, bright blue. Teal'c was a pulsing, dark red. Sorta. It was hard to make it fit exactly into the way he was used to describing his senses. But anyway, whatever it was, this guy didn't have it.
"I am hoping Gyan will have information that can help us," Dr. Fraiser said. "He's from the planet."
"He's a vampire," Jack suddenly realized. And just as suddenly he leaped to put himself between Fraiser and this new threat. The doc gave an undignified shriek of surprise, but Gyan just frowned disapprovingly and stepped back.
"You will need to learn to control your behavior in the presence of humans," Gyan said testily. "Moving so fast frightens them and you must learn not to frighten them, if you don't want to kill them. Or meet the same fate as your SG-11."
"Listen, buddy, it seems to me that you are the reason we had to murder our own people. You just step back from the good doctor, why don't you..." The good doctor, who was circling him, staring with eyes a little too wide.
"What?!" Jack demanded.
"Sir, you just moved faster than I could see," she said slowly. "First you were there, then you were here." She pointed to where he had been, and where he was standing now. "And was Gyan just speaking to you?"
Jack shut his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Jack was delaying. Dragging his feet. Sulking. Hammond might have ordered him to meet with Gyan, but that didn't mean Jack had to be gracious about it. Or even particularly adult.
Becoming a vampire was apparently supposed to mean months, if not years, of training and supervision by other vampires. And Daniel and Hammond apparently thought this Gyan guy was a "wonderful resource." Wonderful resource, Jack's ass.
He could hear him talking to Daniel from several corridors away. Jack was still mastering the super-sensitive hearing thing, but it was already less intrusive than it had been the first few days. He was learning to filter it, and ignore what he didn't focus on. He could imagine it wouldn't be annoying at all in a couple of weeks, once he adapted.
This vampire gig could have serious benefits in the field. If he didn't burn up to a crispy critter in the sun first.
"Dr. Jackson. I appreciate your eagerness, but it is far too early for me to begin the training of the Companion," Gyan said, a smile in his voice. "I will begin by meeting with Jack, and when he is ready, he will show you what you need to know."
"I realize this may not be conventional," Daniel replied in his best let's-be-reasonable voice. "Unfortunately, I don't think it is possible to overstate exactly how much Colonel O'Neill does not want to meet with you. I think you should assume that you will need to educate me so that I can help the Colonel."
Go, Daniel. It was too much to hope that he could weasel out of this entirely, but maybe Daniel could deal with Gyan, and then Jack would just have to deal with Daniel.
"But that is not possible, Dr. Jackson!"
Of course not, Jack sighed.
"He must be taught! He should come back with me to his Clan, where he can be protected and learn his history and his Hunger. You would be safe there! He cannot stay here alone and uneducated and completely uncontrolled!"
Whoo, boy. Jack was going to have to set this guy straight about some things, starting with this whole "clan" idea.
"Gyan, if Colonel O'Neill does come to meet with you, I think you should be careful about suggesting that he is now part of your 'clan,'" Daniel said carefully.
Damn straight, Jack thought.
"I tell you what," Daniel continued. Jack could hear Gyan pacing. "Why don't you start by teaching me whatever you were planning to teach the Colonel's friends, then we can move on from there if we need to."
There was a pause.
"You said you were going to educate me?" Daniel prompted.
"Ah," Gyan replied. "The Clansman teaches his Companion. We do not usually interfere in that relationship unless it is absolutely necessary."
"Okaaay," Daniel replied. "So what exactly kind of relationship is this?" he asked.
Jack felt the need to stop this as soon as the word relationship came up.
"Starting without me?" he asked brightly from the doorway.
"Jack! Welcome!" Gyan said, as if he were not the intruder here.
Jack pulled up a chair at the table by Daniel, slouching and crossing his arms.
"So where were we?"
"Discussing the role of your Companion. Dr. Jackson is an excellent choice," Gyan said approvingly. "Healthy, intelligent, inquisitive, extremely handsome..."
"Whoa, there! No ogling the archaeologist! And nobody's selected anybody as a anything."
"Ah. Well," Gyan said, apparently nonplussed. "You will need to choose soon, Jack. You can only put off feeding for so long."
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Daniel go pale, then flush.
"Let's not worry for now about feeding," Jack replied sharply. He saw Daniel opening his mouth to protest and shot him a hard, angry look.
"I want to talk about the day-to-day. Like, am I going to be having problems with severe sunburn?"
Gyan smiled thinly.
"Your skin will be much more sensitive to the sun, but the stories of vampires bursting into flame upon exposure to sunlight are complete myth. If you cover your skin, you should be fine. You will find that your eyes are extremely sensitive to light, as well. And you will tire easily in high temperatures, though you will find that exposure to cold will have much less effect on you than it does on humans."
"Great. I'll always wear a hat. What about risk to others? Can I infect other people?"
Gyan sighed.
"Jack, if you would let me begin your training properly..."
Under Jack's withering glare, Gyan sighed again.
"You will only infect people if you don't feed properly," he huffed. "I'm sure you are fully aware of the fixed canine teeth, used for feeding, but you may not have noticed the folded fangs. You will find them under a flap of skin on the outside of your gums above your feeding teeth."
Jack ran his tongue cautiously around his teeth. Yes, there were some strange lumps where Gyan described the retracted fangs should be.
"If you desire to bring a new member into the Clan, when you feed you bring out these retracted teeth. They will inject the serum into the Chosen one, and a new member of our Clan will join us."
Gyan smiled gently at Daniel.
"Quite often we bring our Companions into the Clan, if they so desire it."
Daniel flushed again.
"I told you, quit making eyes at Daniel. Nobody else is 'joining' your little clan, so just give it a rest."
Gyan shrugged.
"I would be proud to have Dr. Jackson as my kin one day. And you and your beloved might feel differently after you have adjusted and some years have passed. He will age much more quickly than you will."
Oh, boy. Daniel managed to flush an even deeper red. Daniel was used to dealing with cultural misunderstandings, but they had never run into one where Daniel had been mistaken for Jack's lover. Maybe it was time to separate these two before Daniel realized Gyan had hit the nail on the head.
"Alright, let's just set some ground rules here," Jack began, but Daniel interrupted him, plowing forward despite his embarrassment.
"I'm fascinated by the way you seem to feel such strong family ties between the vampires you have converted," Daniel said.
"When we bring members into the Clan, it is with the full knowledge and consent of the Chosen. It is how we create our families. We do not mate and carry children to term, as some species do. Instead, we offer a choice to thinking individuals, letting them decide to become part of the Clan. Our numbers grow steadily, and our bonds are close."
"Really?" Jack said, with a meaningful lift of eyebrows. Gyan looked regretful.
"What happened to your people on my world was a terrible accident, though it is not unheard of. Very rarely, someone will spontaneously become one of us without being bitten. When that happens, there is no one to guide the new Clan member through the feral state, and they will behave as you witnessed."
"Right. Spontaneously," Jack muttered.
Gyan's lips thinned in annoyance.
"The Clan only brings new members into the family of their free will. This is how we have cohabited with humans on our world so successfully. Indeed, we have no desire to live for hundreds of years with a kinsman who hates us. Or himself. Or both."
"Someone like me, for instance," Jack said with a short laugh.
"This is how we build our families," Gyan repeated softly. "I know you are unhappy about what has happened, but we would welcome you. We do."
Jack snorted.
"Great. So, when do I learn how to turn into a bat?"
Gyan's eyes narrowed. Daniel sighed long-sufferingly.
Jack didn't do lunch in the commissary anymore. What would that be like? Eat a big bowl of steaming chicken blood and hope people thought it was tomato soup? Drink it with a straw from an oversized styrofoam cup, like they served sodas in? Oh! Or a Big Gulp* cup. That would be funny.
He missed doing lunch, though. It was a time to connect with people in a less professional way. It was a time when you could joke and laugh and steal pie from frightened subordinates or annoyed teammates.
He missed pie.
So he brought some to Daniel, whom Dr. Fraiser informed him was missing a lot more meals than usual since Jack stopped having lunch.
"It's only been a few weeks, and I'm already seeing weight loss. Combine that with the amount of coffee he drinks, and I'm going to have him in here with caffeine poisoning. You wait."
"He's a big boy, doc. He'll eat when he's hungry."
There was a long pause as they stared at each other.
"Oh, alright. I'll try to be sure he eats. Maybe he'd like some nice beefy blood," Jack grumbled.
"Thank you, Colonel!" the doctor replied sweetly.
So he was bringing pie to Daniel. Well, cobbler, actually.
"Hey, Jack," Daniel said distractedly, barely looking up.
Jack waved the blueberry cobbler under Daniel's nose. His friend blinked a few times and took a deep sniff.
"Oh, that smells heavenly!" Daniel took a quick look at the clock and grimaced. "Is that the time?"
"The doc has officially put me in charge of making sure you eat. You can see how cruel that is, considering my current dietary restrictions, right? You gotta eat, Daniel."
Not that Daniel needed any encouragement. He fell upon the cobbler and melty ice cream like a starving man. Which Jack supposed he sorta was.
For a while now, Jack had been carefully monitoring his interactions with Daniel. They were only friends, after all. Jack didn't need to bring him little gifts and presents and hang out in his lab all the time. Jack was, after all, not courting Daniel. Or flirting with him. Or trying to get his attention in any way.
So when Jack realized that he was doing all those things, and further realized he was nursing a massive, huge, horrible crush on his friend, he sternly took himself in hand.
Not that way.
Well, that too, but mostly, he quit hanging around Daniel so much. They were just friends, and that was definitely what they were going to stay. There would be no court martial for an indiscreet midlife sexual crisis. Once he realized, he made sure there were only work-related visits to Daniel's office. Only occasional, friendly invitations to Jack's house and only for group events. No more sleeping over. Very limited, friendly, non-intrusive touching – hugging in cases of near-death experiences only.
It was hard at the beginning, but Jack was nothing if not disciplined, no matter what his various commanding officers might say, and he did get his crush tucked safely back under wraps before Daniel, or anybody else noticed.
But lunch was doable. Colleagues had lunch. When they didn't work closely together during the day, it even made some professional sense to eat lunch together. Touch base. Compare notes. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that watching a forkful of blueberry cobbler pass between Daniel's lips was one of the most erotic sights Jack had ever seen. Especially with ice cream on it. The pink tip of Daniel's tongue slipped out to collect a blue crumb from his upper lip. For a moment Jack forgot to breathe.
God, he missed pie.
Besides, he was here on the doctor's orders. Right.
"Huh. I have to eat," Daniel mused. "Funny, that's what Gyan and Janet have been asking me to get you to do."
Jack groaned inwardly. Not this again. For approximately the two thousandth time. When he had refused to talk to Gyan about the subject of feeding, Gyan and Daniel had started discussing it themselves, when Jack wasn't there to intervene. He wasn't sure of all the details, but he knew Daniel was convinced that he should be Jack's Companion. He so did not want to talk about it.
"I don't need a walking snack machine, Daniel. I'm doing just fine on chickens, pigs and cows, thanks for bringing it up."
It was gross, after all. Disgusting. Even moreso because he drank the stuff anyway and kinda liked it. It was thick and flavorful. Actually kind of like soup. It was good both hot and cold. Ew.
Daniel took another bite of blue cobbler and white creamy ice cream soup. If Jack were still capable of drooling, it would be dripping from his fangs by now. The smudge of ice cream left on Daniel's fingers from the spoon was extremely distracting.
"Gyan insists you need human blood," Daniel said, putting aside the bowl and fork. He leaned forward. "According to him when vampires die, it is almost always from starvation." Daniel's expression was determined. "I'm guessing the starved ones were all like you – too principled to resort to cannibalism, so no matter what else they ate, they eventually died because they wouldn't bite a human."
"As you can see, I'm not dying," Jack said. "Never been better. Just a little pale."
He would not admit to Daniel that he was hungry almost all the time. Instead, he gave Daniel the grin he had practiced. The one that showed his fangs. He figured he might as well learn to use them to his best advantage to intimidate people.
Apparently, Daniel wasn’t impressed.
"Sam, Teal'c and I all agree that..."
Jack cut him off.
"Absolutely not. Do you think the reason is because I haven't had offers? Plenty of people would be happy to offer Colonel Vampire their necks." Jack scowled. "They all think they're gonna get off on it. You can tell. The guys and the gals. No. Way. Not them. Not you guys. Not anybody."
Especially not Daniel. Who might get off on it. Then where would Jack be?
"Jack, be reasonable."
"Daniel, when am I ever not?" he asked. Then, just to avoid the rest of whatever thing Daniel had to say, he used his new speed to swoop out of the room, down the hall, and through the closing elevator doors before Daniel had time to think of a suitable example. Harriman looked a little white around the eyes riding alone with him for eight levels, but Jack just gave him the other smile, the one he practiced not showing his teeth, and wished at the end of the day he could just go home and have a beer. He sighed. So much for lunch.
Jack told Gyan to get lost after a couple of weeks. Jack had learned a lot of things that did not make him a happy camper. On top of that, Gyan would not quit with the beloved, Companion crap. Jack had responsibilities that kept him from being able to monitor all of Gyan's interactions with Daniel, and Jack didn't like to think what would happen if Daniel decided to ask the wrong questions, or Gyan decided to volunteer certain insights. Jack still couldn't figure out what he had done to give himself away to the vampire.
Still, Jack could probably deal with the worst-case scenarios involving the revelation of his crush on Daniel. What he couldn't tolerate any more was Gyan's insistence that Jack had to drink human blood. From a real human. Like a real vampire.
Because there was no way Jack was doing that. Not ever. He didn't care how benign Gyan tried to make it sound or what crap he was feeding Daniel about the "rich, fulfilling relationship" between the vampire and his regular chew toy.
They had a final face off on the ramp to the Gate, Jack at the bottom, and Gyan with his bag of goodies already a few steps up.
Daniel hovered in the background, his look saying that he completely disapproved.
"Jack, you must eat," the vampire said again. He looked harried and unkempt. Jack had not been a good student.
"Fine. The commissary has already tracked down a dozen suppliers."
"Don't be stupid," the vampire said, in that fast, high-pitched speech he used when he didn't want "humans" to hear what he said to Jack. "You must have human blood."
"Sorry," Jack said firmly in a normal voice so that everyone in the room could hear. "I'll work it out somehow. Off you go!" he said, making bat-flapping gestures just to tick the guy off. They had cleared that up on day one. Vampires didn't turn into things. Certainly not bats.
"Dr. Jackson," Gyan appealed. "Make him understand."
"Don't worry, Gyan," Daniel replied in his most reassuring, ignore-the-idiot-colonel voice. "We'll be in touch if we can't get along with the materials you left with me."
Gyan scowled. He was not leaving his materials willingly, but Dr. Fraiser had insisted that she was Jack's physician, and she had to know how to treat him. Plus Daniel had been positively drooling for a chance to get his hands on knowledge about real vampires, though he had pretended to be helping Gyan make Jack see reason. In the end, Gyan had allowed them to photocopy all the literature he had brought with him to try to educate his new Clansman, mainly because Jack had pointed out that under the circumstances they could just keep everything they wanted for themselves and shove Gyan back through the wormhole without his precious, ancient tomes.
Daniel had given him the disapproving glare then, too. But he had been more than happy to trot off to the photocopiers. Daniel was a whore for primary sources, after all.
Gyan took one last look at the Gateroom, then turned and vanished through the Gate. Jack cringed at the startled gasps from the SFs supervising the vampire's departure. So much for not scaring the humans.
What had possessed him to try to drink a beer?
He knew he couldn’t eat solids. He knew he couldn't digest anything but blood without barfing his guts out.
So why had he come home, popped the top off a cold one, and chugged it down in one smooth, refreshing, mind-dampening draught?
Because he was a fucking idiot he thought, as he lay in a puddle of regurgitated Guinness, still dry heaving and too weak and shaking to even consider crawling out to the truck where his cooler-full of blood was still waiting to be brought into the house.
Then Daniel, wonderful, perfect Daniel, was kneeling in the puddle beside him.
"Jack! Jack! What did you... Ew. That's disgusting. Jack! Did you try to drink beer?! Jack. Just hold on. You're going to be okay." Then Daniel moved out of Jack's narrowing field of vision. He could hardly breathe now. Though his need for actual respiration was much reduced as a vampire, he couldn't speak without air. Jack whined in his throat, but then Daniel was back, ripping the lid off the plastic quart bucket of blood and kneeling down beside him.
At this point, there was no way Jack could coordinate drinking. He felt the convulsions coming and they snapped his head back just as Daniel was trying to get an angle. He heard Daniel swear, then Jack felt a drop of liquid hit his cheek. It became a steady stream and moved to the corner of his mouth. Some of it trickled inside.
It was like a miracle cure. Once he managed to swallow some, the convulsions and dry heaves stopped immediately. Daniel stopped the flow and knelt beside him again. He helped Jack sit, propping him against the kitchen island, then held the blood to Jack's lips. His vision was filled with deep rich red as he sipped the liquid.
"I think it's okay now," Jack finally managed to croak, weakly raising his hands to push the container away.
When he saw Daniel's face again, there was nothing but concern there. No revulsion or accusations.
"You want help getting changed?" Daniel asked. Jack's clothes were drenched in beer. At least it wasn't as bad as real vomit would be.
"Just give me a sec, okay?" Jack replied, shutting his eyes against the glaring overhead kitchen light.
Daniel got up and shut it off.
Then he just sat next to Jack, with his radiating golden glow and his warmth and his sweet musky smell. It was all Jack could do in his weakened state not to turn his head and bite the neck that was just inches away.
"Daniel," he whispered.
"Jack?" Daniel replied.
"You have to go now, Daniel," he said.
And just like with the light, Daniel knew.
He turned his head and they were staring each other in the eye, foreheads practically touching. Jack could see that combination of apprehension and determination that Daniel got whenever he made this offer.
"You need to do this, Jack. I'm right here. I want to do this. You're not going to hurt me."
"You're so warm," Jack whispered. It slipped out by accident. Jack knew his body temperature was much lower than other people's now. Vampire metabolism maintained an internal temperature of about ninety degrees. Daniel would feel so good against his bare skin.
Daniel was turning away again, tipping his head to the side, while leaning in closer with his strong, warm, delicious-smelling body.
With reserves of strength that could only be found in total panic, Jack jumped to his feet. He staggered away from Daniel's pulsing heart and stumbled into the living room.
"Get out!" he growled. "And forget this ever happened. I don't want to ever hear about it again, not from you, not from Fraiser. You got it, Daniel?"
Daniel slowly rose to his feet. His movements seemed stiff. Jack realized he had offended his friend. His friend who had just probably saved his sorry life. But it didn't matter. Daniel had to get out now or Jack was going to do more than one thing they would both regret.
Without a backwards glance, Daniel slowly walked to the front door and let himself out.
*The Wikipedia article on 7-11, with a picture of a Big Gulp, for my friends not from the US.
Chapter 2
More coming soon. Meanwhile, if you're interested, all my stories from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
In late September 2007, a person posted a request to
mckay_sheppard for vampire stories. I thought, hey, I could knock out a J/D story in time for Halloween!Well, I'm in plenty of time for Halloween 2008! :D
Special thanks especially to the spammers,
seleneheart, uisgich, and cocoajava, and also green_grrl and zats_clear, and everybody else who has listened to me whine about the growing word count and the writing process and how I want to post but can't blah blah blah for the last ... *counts*...SIX MONTHS! Thank you, thank you, thank you! It's almost done now! Soon, you will never have to hear about it again! Now you can look forward to the mpreg fic of doom, coming soon to a word processor near you!Title: Bright, Rich, Sweet (1 of 6?)
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck, with special contributions by cocoajava, including a large, co-authored section (Approx chapter 3)Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, Jack O'Neill/OFC
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 this section
Summary: A vampire cannot live by (chicken) blood alone. Jack becomes a vampire.
Content/warnings: Does one warn for bloodplay in a vampire story? Het content, later chapters
Words: Approx 20,000 to 25,000 overall, 4,700 this part
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckThe Matrix: Taste. The Matrix is located here.
Beta: Thanks to
green_grrl and zats_clear for beta services and editorial advice. The klaxon for unscheduled offworld activation was sounding and the iris clanged closed.
"I'm getting SG-11's IDC, sir," Harriman informed him.
Jack nodded.
"Open the iris, Sergeant."
He trotted down the stairs, waiting to let the Marines and SFs stampede by him, following them at a leisurely pace. The geek squad was on a planet they had visited many times. The natives were friendly, the goa'uld nothing but a very old, distant memory to them. They had no use for naquadah and were thrilled to be getting medical supplies and agricultural advisors out of the previously worthless ore. This would just be one of the geeks down at the archaeological site coming back unexpectedly to consult with Daniel. Or maybe one of the mine crew had busted an ankle.
Jack stood back out of the line of fire, hand resting lightly on his sidearm, not really expecting any trouble.
To his surprise, all of SG-11 came through, along with a couple of the miners. They looked tired and pale.
Then Dr. Sinclair, the head of the archaeology expedition, gave an ungodly bloodcurdling yell. And they attacked.
Jack awoke to the too-clean smell of the filtered air of an infirmary isolation room. He knew even before he opened his eyes exactly where he was. He could practically hear the shape of the room, with its lack of furnishings. What he didn't understand was how he got here or why he was slumped in the corner on the floor instead of resting on the uncomfortable bed.
He sat up woozily and looked around. Something was weird with his vision. Edges were too perfectly defined. Colors were exceptionally sharp, making the drab grey walls appear richly textured with silver and blue and white and charcoal. The floor was similar, though more blue and white.
As his eyes traveled the room, he found himself looking at Daniel sitting in the observation area. He was absorbed in something on his laptop, quick, bright eyes occasionally flitting back and forth to the large dusty-smelling books piled around him on the table.
That gave Jack pause.
He sniffed. Something must be wrong with the HEPA system. He could definitely smell the books. He could also smell Daniel, who smelled of books, and shampoo and worry, in addition to coffee, lack of sleep, and Salisbury steak. And that really sexy muskiness he got about eight hours after his shower. Jack could sniff that all day.
How could Daniel smell like worry and lack of sleep?
Then he realized he could smell the guard detail outside the door. Four guys? That seemed excessive. And there were guards outside the observation room as well. That was definitely out of the ordinary. They smelled bored.
All this not to mention the fact that Daniel was glowing. Softly emitting warmth and light, haloed by a golden, pulsing radiance.
Man, it had to be a doozie of a concussion.
"He has awakened," intoned the man sitting by Daniel in the booth. Jack heard him without the aid of the intercom system.
That man did not glow. Interesting.
Jack watched the video a third time.
SG-11 came through the gate. They bared their fangs and attacked. Reactions were slow, and by the time Gateroom contingent realized the danger, SG-11 was already ripping out throats with teeth and claw.
Jack looked closely at his own fingers. The claws appeared to be retractable. Creepy.
Jack didn't remember any of it. He watched himself engage in hand-to-hand with Dr. Tarlton. Even taken by surprise, Jack should have been able to handle the newest archaeologist. The man put the dweeb in dweeb. Jack watched with a sense of unreality as Tarlton stabbed long claws into Jack's biceps and pulled him down to the floor. At least Jack managed to maneuver back on top, which must have been quite a trick – those claws must have hurt like a bitch. He absently brushed his upper arm under the short sleeve of the scrubs he was wearing. No scars.
Jack actually looked like he was getting control again when Dr. Leda came up behind him. It was like watching an old Hammer film. She bent over him and sank her long fangs into Jack's neck. He went down instantly, collapsing onto Tarlton, who bit into the other shoulder.
"They exsanguinated you. You had just enough blood left for your heart to keep beating, but it was touch and go," Fraiser said, as she came to sit next to him.
He was still in isolation.
"Apparently, they can transmit a retroviral venom," the doctor continued as Jack hit the skip back button to watch the whole thing over again. "If they envenomate a victim who survives the exsanguination, as you did, the retrovirus alters the victim's DNA and the body undergoes changes."
"Nice," Jack said flatly. "You know how we all love a good retrovirus. Loads of laughs, those retroviruses."
Fraiser gave him a pained smile. She gestured to the other person who had entered the room with her. It was that guy who had been in the observation deck with Daniel when Jack woke up. The guy who didn't glow. Everybody else glowed. The doc was a kind of vibrant lavender color. Carter was a pure, bright blue. Teal'c was a pulsing, dark red. Sorta. It was hard to make it fit exactly into the way he was used to describing his senses. But anyway, whatever it was, this guy didn't have it.
"I am hoping Gyan will have information that can help us," Dr. Fraiser said. "He's from the planet."
"He's a vampire," Jack suddenly realized. And just as suddenly he leaped to put himself between Fraiser and this new threat. The doc gave an undignified shriek of surprise, but Gyan just frowned disapprovingly and stepped back.
"You will need to learn to control your behavior in the presence of humans," Gyan said testily. "Moving so fast frightens them and you must learn not to frighten them, if you don't want to kill them. Or meet the same fate as your SG-11."
"Listen, buddy, it seems to me that you are the reason we had to murder our own people. You just step back from the good doctor, why don't you..." The good doctor, who was circling him, staring with eyes a little too wide.
"What?!" Jack demanded.
"Sir, you just moved faster than I could see," she said slowly. "First you were there, then you were here." She pointed to where he had been, and where he was standing now. "And was Gyan just speaking to you?"
Jack shut his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Jack was delaying. Dragging his feet. Sulking. Hammond might have ordered him to meet with Gyan, but that didn't mean Jack had to be gracious about it. Or even particularly adult.
Becoming a vampire was apparently supposed to mean months, if not years, of training and supervision by other vampires. And Daniel and Hammond apparently thought this Gyan guy was a "wonderful resource." Wonderful resource, Jack's ass.
He could hear him talking to Daniel from several corridors away. Jack was still mastering the super-sensitive hearing thing, but it was already less intrusive than it had been the first few days. He was learning to filter it, and ignore what he didn't focus on. He could imagine it wouldn't be annoying at all in a couple of weeks, once he adapted.
This vampire gig could have serious benefits in the field. If he didn't burn up to a crispy critter in the sun first.
"Dr. Jackson. I appreciate your eagerness, but it is far too early for me to begin the training of the Companion," Gyan said, a smile in his voice. "I will begin by meeting with Jack, and when he is ready, he will show you what you need to know."
"I realize this may not be conventional," Daniel replied in his best let's-be-reasonable voice. "Unfortunately, I don't think it is possible to overstate exactly how much Colonel O'Neill does not want to meet with you. I think you should assume that you will need to educate me so that I can help the Colonel."
Go, Daniel. It was too much to hope that he could weasel out of this entirely, but maybe Daniel could deal with Gyan, and then Jack would just have to deal with Daniel.
"But that is not possible, Dr. Jackson!"
Of course not, Jack sighed.
"He must be taught! He should come back with me to his Clan, where he can be protected and learn his history and his Hunger. You would be safe there! He cannot stay here alone and uneducated and completely uncontrolled!"
Whoo, boy. Jack was going to have to set this guy straight about some things, starting with this whole "clan" idea.
"Gyan, if Colonel O'Neill does come to meet with you, I think you should be careful about suggesting that he is now part of your 'clan,'" Daniel said carefully.
Damn straight, Jack thought.
"I tell you what," Daniel continued. Jack could hear Gyan pacing. "Why don't you start by teaching me whatever you were planning to teach the Colonel's friends, then we can move on from there if we need to."
There was a pause.
"You said you were going to educate me?" Daniel prompted.
"Ah," Gyan replied. "The Clansman teaches his Companion. We do not usually interfere in that relationship unless it is absolutely necessary."
"Okaaay," Daniel replied. "So what exactly kind of relationship is this?" he asked.
Jack felt the need to stop this as soon as the word relationship came up.
"Starting without me?" he asked brightly from the doorway.
"Jack! Welcome!" Gyan said, as if he were not the intruder here.
Jack pulled up a chair at the table by Daniel, slouching and crossing his arms.
"So where were we?"
"Discussing the role of your Companion. Dr. Jackson is an excellent choice," Gyan said approvingly. "Healthy, intelligent, inquisitive, extremely handsome..."
"Whoa, there! No ogling the archaeologist! And nobody's selected anybody as a anything."
"Ah. Well," Gyan said, apparently nonplussed. "You will need to choose soon, Jack. You can only put off feeding for so long."
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Daniel go pale, then flush.
"Let's not worry for now about feeding," Jack replied sharply. He saw Daniel opening his mouth to protest and shot him a hard, angry look.
"I want to talk about the day-to-day. Like, am I going to be having problems with severe sunburn?"
Gyan smiled thinly.
"Your skin will be much more sensitive to the sun, but the stories of vampires bursting into flame upon exposure to sunlight are complete myth. If you cover your skin, you should be fine. You will find that your eyes are extremely sensitive to light, as well. And you will tire easily in high temperatures, though you will find that exposure to cold will have much less effect on you than it does on humans."
"Great. I'll always wear a hat. What about risk to others? Can I infect other people?"
Gyan sighed.
"Jack, if you would let me begin your training properly..."
Under Jack's withering glare, Gyan sighed again.
"You will only infect people if you don't feed properly," he huffed. "I'm sure you are fully aware of the fixed canine teeth, used for feeding, but you may not have noticed the folded fangs. You will find them under a flap of skin on the outside of your gums above your feeding teeth."
Jack ran his tongue cautiously around his teeth. Yes, there were some strange lumps where Gyan described the retracted fangs should be.
"If you desire to bring a new member into the Clan, when you feed you bring out these retracted teeth. They will inject the serum into the Chosen one, and a new member of our Clan will join us."
Gyan smiled gently at Daniel.
"Quite often we bring our Companions into the Clan, if they so desire it."
Daniel flushed again.
"I told you, quit making eyes at Daniel. Nobody else is 'joining' your little clan, so just give it a rest."
Gyan shrugged.
"I would be proud to have Dr. Jackson as my kin one day. And you and your beloved might feel differently after you have adjusted and some years have passed. He will age much more quickly than you will."
Oh, boy. Daniel managed to flush an even deeper red. Daniel was used to dealing with cultural misunderstandings, but they had never run into one where Daniel had been mistaken for Jack's lover. Maybe it was time to separate these two before Daniel realized Gyan had hit the nail on the head.
"Alright, let's just set some ground rules here," Jack began, but Daniel interrupted him, plowing forward despite his embarrassment.
"I'm fascinated by the way you seem to feel such strong family ties between the vampires you have converted," Daniel said.
"When we bring members into the Clan, it is with the full knowledge and consent of the Chosen. It is how we create our families. We do not mate and carry children to term, as some species do. Instead, we offer a choice to thinking individuals, letting them decide to become part of the Clan. Our numbers grow steadily, and our bonds are close."
"Really?" Jack said, with a meaningful lift of eyebrows. Gyan looked regretful.
"What happened to your people on my world was a terrible accident, though it is not unheard of. Very rarely, someone will spontaneously become one of us without being bitten. When that happens, there is no one to guide the new Clan member through the feral state, and they will behave as you witnessed."
"Right. Spontaneously," Jack muttered.
Gyan's lips thinned in annoyance.
"The Clan only brings new members into the family of their free will. This is how we have cohabited with humans on our world so successfully. Indeed, we have no desire to live for hundreds of years with a kinsman who hates us. Or himself. Or both."
"Someone like me, for instance," Jack said with a short laugh.
"This is how we build our families," Gyan repeated softly. "I know you are unhappy about what has happened, but we would welcome you. We do."
Jack snorted.
"Great. So, when do I learn how to turn into a bat?"
Gyan's eyes narrowed. Daniel sighed long-sufferingly.
Jack didn't do lunch in the commissary anymore. What would that be like? Eat a big bowl of steaming chicken blood and hope people thought it was tomato soup? Drink it with a straw from an oversized styrofoam cup, like they served sodas in? Oh! Or a Big Gulp* cup. That would be funny.
He missed doing lunch, though. It was a time to connect with people in a less professional way. It was a time when you could joke and laugh and steal pie from frightened subordinates or annoyed teammates.
He missed pie.
So he brought some to Daniel, whom Dr. Fraiser informed him was missing a lot more meals than usual since Jack stopped having lunch.
"It's only been a few weeks, and I'm already seeing weight loss. Combine that with the amount of coffee he drinks, and I'm going to have him in here with caffeine poisoning. You wait."
"He's a big boy, doc. He'll eat when he's hungry."
There was a long pause as they stared at each other.
"Oh, alright. I'll try to be sure he eats. Maybe he'd like some nice beefy blood," Jack grumbled.
"Thank you, Colonel!" the doctor replied sweetly.
So he was bringing pie to Daniel. Well, cobbler, actually.
"Hey, Jack," Daniel said distractedly, barely looking up.
Jack waved the blueberry cobbler under Daniel's nose. His friend blinked a few times and took a deep sniff.
"Oh, that smells heavenly!" Daniel took a quick look at the clock and grimaced. "Is that the time?"
"The doc has officially put me in charge of making sure you eat. You can see how cruel that is, considering my current dietary restrictions, right? You gotta eat, Daniel."
Not that Daniel needed any encouragement. He fell upon the cobbler and melty ice cream like a starving man. Which Jack supposed he sorta was.
For a while now, Jack had been carefully monitoring his interactions with Daniel. They were only friends, after all. Jack didn't need to bring him little gifts and presents and hang out in his lab all the time. Jack was, after all, not courting Daniel. Or flirting with him. Or trying to get his attention in any way.
So when Jack realized that he was doing all those things, and further realized he was nursing a massive, huge, horrible crush on his friend, he sternly took himself in hand.
Not that way.
Well, that too, but mostly, he quit hanging around Daniel so much. They were just friends, and that was definitely what they were going to stay. There would be no court martial for an indiscreet midlife sexual crisis. Once he realized, he made sure there were only work-related visits to Daniel's office. Only occasional, friendly invitations to Jack's house and only for group events. No more sleeping over. Very limited, friendly, non-intrusive touching – hugging in cases of near-death experiences only.
It was hard at the beginning, but Jack was nothing if not disciplined, no matter what his various commanding officers might say, and he did get his crush tucked safely back under wraps before Daniel, or anybody else noticed.
But lunch was doable. Colleagues had lunch. When they didn't work closely together during the day, it even made some professional sense to eat lunch together. Touch base. Compare notes. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that watching a forkful of blueberry cobbler pass between Daniel's lips was one of the most erotic sights Jack had ever seen. Especially with ice cream on it. The pink tip of Daniel's tongue slipped out to collect a blue crumb from his upper lip. For a moment Jack forgot to breathe.
God, he missed pie.
Besides, he was here on the doctor's orders. Right.
"Huh. I have to eat," Daniel mused. "Funny, that's what Gyan and Janet have been asking me to get you to do."
Jack groaned inwardly. Not this again. For approximately the two thousandth time. When he had refused to talk to Gyan about the subject of feeding, Gyan and Daniel had started discussing it themselves, when Jack wasn't there to intervene. He wasn't sure of all the details, but he knew Daniel was convinced that he should be Jack's Companion. He so did not want to talk about it.
"I don't need a walking snack machine, Daniel. I'm doing just fine on chickens, pigs and cows, thanks for bringing it up."
It was gross, after all. Disgusting. Even moreso because he drank the stuff anyway and kinda liked it. It was thick and flavorful. Actually kind of like soup. It was good both hot and cold. Ew.
Daniel took another bite of blue cobbler and white creamy ice cream soup. If Jack were still capable of drooling, it would be dripping from his fangs by now. The smudge of ice cream left on Daniel's fingers from the spoon was extremely distracting.
"Gyan insists you need human blood," Daniel said, putting aside the bowl and fork. He leaned forward. "According to him when vampires die, it is almost always from starvation." Daniel's expression was determined. "I'm guessing the starved ones were all like you – too principled to resort to cannibalism, so no matter what else they ate, they eventually died because they wouldn't bite a human."
"As you can see, I'm not dying," Jack said. "Never been better. Just a little pale."
He would not admit to Daniel that he was hungry almost all the time. Instead, he gave Daniel the grin he had practiced. The one that showed his fangs. He figured he might as well learn to use them to his best advantage to intimidate people.
Apparently, Daniel wasn’t impressed.
"Sam, Teal'c and I all agree that..."
Jack cut him off.
"Absolutely not. Do you think the reason is because I haven't had offers? Plenty of people would be happy to offer Colonel Vampire their necks." Jack scowled. "They all think they're gonna get off on it. You can tell. The guys and the gals. No. Way. Not them. Not you guys. Not anybody."
Especially not Daniel. Who might get off on it. Then where would Jack be?
"Jack, be reasonable."
"Daniel, when am I ever not?" he asked. Then, just to avoid the rest of whatever thing Daniel had to say, he used his new speed to swoop out of the room, down the hall, and through the closing elevator doors before Daniel had time to think of a suitable example. Harriman looked a little white around the eyes riding alone with him for eight levels, but Jack just gave him the other smile, the one he practiced not showing his teeth, and wished at the end of the day he could just go home and have a beer. He sighed. So much for lunch.
Jack told Gyan to get lost after a couple of weeks. Jack had learned a lot of things that did not make him a happy camper. On top of that, Gyan would not quit with the beloved, Companion crap. Jack had responsibilities that kept him from being able to monitor all of Gyan's interactions with Daniel, and Jack didn't like to think what would happen if Daniel decided to ask the wrong questions, or Gyan decided to volunteer certain insights. Jack still couldn't figure out what he had done to give himself away to the vampire.
Still, Jack could probably deal with the worst-case scenarios involving the revelation of his crush on Daniel. What he couldn't tolerate any more was Gyan's insistence that Jack had to drink human blood. From a real human. Like a real vampire.
Because there was no way Jack was doing that. Not ever. He didn't care how benign Gyan tried to make it sound or what crap he was feeding Daniel about the "rich, fulfilling relationship" between the vampire and his regular chew toy.
They had a final face off on the ramp to the Gate, Jack at the bottom, and Gyan with his bag of goodies already a few steps up.
Daniel hovered in the background, his look saying that he completely disapproved.
"Jack, you must eat," the vampire said again. He looked harried and unkempt. Jack had not been a good student.
"Fine. The commissary has already tracked down a dozen suppliers."
"Don't be stupid," the vampire said, in that fast, high-pitched speech he used when he didn't want "humans" to hear what he said to Jack. "You must have human blood."
"Sorry," Jack said firmly in a normal voice so that everyone in the room could hear. "I'll work it out somehow. Off you go!" he said, making bat-flapping gestures just to tick the guy off. They had cleared that up on day one. Vampires didn't turn into things. Certainly not bats.
"Dr. Jackson," Gyan appealed. "Make him understand."
"Don't worry, Gyan," Daniel replied in his most reassuring, ignore-the-idiot-colonel voice. "We'll be in touch if we can't get along with the materials you left with me."
Gyan scowled. He was not leaving his materials willingly, but Dr. Fraiser had insisted that she was Jack's physician, and she had to know how to treat him. Plus Daniel had been positively drooling for a chance to get his hands on knowledge about real vampires, though he had pretended to be helping Gyan make Jack see reason. In the end, Gyan had allowed them to photocopy all the literature he had brought with him to try to educate his new Clansman, mainly because Jack had pointed out that under the circumstances they could just keep everything they wanted for themselves and shove Gyan back through the wormhole without his precious, ancient tomes.
Daniel had given him the disapproving glare then, too. But he had been more than happy to trot off to the photocopiers. Daniel was a whore for primary sources, after all.
Gyan took one last look at the Gateroom, then turned and vanished through the Gate. Jack cringed at the startled gasps from the SFs supervising the vampire's departure. So much for not scaring the humans.
What had possessed him to try to drink a beer?
He knew he couldn’t eat solids. He knew he couldn't digest anything but blood without barfing his guts out.
So why had he come home, popped the top off a cold one, and chugged it down in one smooth, refreshing, mind-dampening draught?
Because he was a fucking idiot he thought, as he lay in a puddle of regurgitated Guinness, still dry heaving and too weak and shaking to even consider crawling out to the truck where his cooler-full of blood was still waiting to be brought into the house.
Then Daniel, wonderful, perfect Daniel, was kneeling in the puddle beside him.
"Jack! Jack! What did you... Ew. That's disgusting. Jack! Did you try to drink beer?! Jack. Just hold on. You're going to be okay." Then Daniel moved out of Jack's narrowing field of vision. He could hardly breathe now. Though his need for actual respiration was much reduced as a vampire, he couldn't speak without air. Jack whined in his throat, but then Daniel was back, ripping the lid off the plastic quart bucket of blood and kneeling down beside him.
At this point, there was no way Jack could coordinate drinking. He felt the convulsions coming and they snapped his head back just as Daniel was trying to get an angle. He heard Daniel swear, then Jack felt a drop of liquid hit his cheek. It became a steady stream and moved to the corner of his mouth. Some of it trickled inside.
It was like a miracle cure. Once he managed to swallow some, the convulsions and dry heaves stopped immediately. Daniel stopped the flow and knelt beside him again. He helped Jack sit, propping him against the kitchen island, then held the blood to Jack's lips. His vision was filled with deep rich red as he sipped the liquid.
"I think it's okay now," Jack finally managed to croak, weakly raising his hands to push the container away.
When he saw Daniel's face again, there was nothing but concern there. No revulsion or accusations.
"You want help getting changed?" Daniel asked. Jack's clothes were drenched in beer. At least it wasn't as bad as real vomit would be.
"Just give me a sec, okay?" Jack replied, shutting his eyes against the glaring overhead kitchen light.
Daniel got up and shut it off.
Then he just sat next to Jack, with his radiating golden glow and his warmth and his sweet musky smell. It was all Jack could do in his weakened state not to turn his head and bite the neck that was just inches away.
"Daniel," he whispered.
"Jack?" Daniel replied.
"You have to go now, Daniel," he said.
And just like with the light, Daniel knew.
He turned his head and they were staring each other in the eye, foreheads practically touching. Jack could see that combination of apprehension and determination that Daniel got whenever he made this offer.
"You need to do this, Jack. I'm right here. I want to do this. You're not going to hurt me."
"You're so warm," Jack whispered. It slipped out by accident. Jack knew his body temperature was much lower than other people's now. Vampire metabolism maintained an internal temperature of about ninety degrees. Daniel would feel so good against his bare skin.
Daniel was turning away again, tipping his head to the side, while leaning in closer with his strong, warm, delicious-smelling body.
With reserves of strength that could only be found in total panic, Jack jumped to his feet. He staggered away from Daniel's pulsing heart and stumbled into the living room.
"Get out!" he growled. "And forget this ever happened. I don't want to ever hear about it again, not from you, not from Fraiser. You got it, Daniel?"
Daniel slowly rose to his feet. His movements seemed stiff. Jack realized he had offended his friend. His friend who had just probably saved his sorry life. But it didn't matter. Daniel had to get out now or Jack was going to do more than one thing they would both regret.
Without a backwards glance, Daniel slowly walked to the front door and let himself out.
*The Wikipedia article on 7-11, with a picture of a Big Gulp, for my friends not from the US.
Chapter 2
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Date: 2008-03-29 01:29 pm (UTC)I consider myself a connoisseur of vampire fic, so I'm very picky.
On the other hand you've never led me astray so I gave a go. And surprise, it works for me.
I'm looking forward to more. Thanks for sharing this.
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Date: 2008-03-29 02:26 pm (UTC)I love well written SG stories that involve classic horror motives like vampires. I like your approach towards the subject.
Now I'm curious to find out what will happen next ;).
Btw. the story reminded me of an old wall I made for Halloween 2006. I manipped (an early season) Jack into a vampire. If you want to take a look *shameless self-pimping* , you can find it here:
http://rosenrot.fotopic.net/p35552380.html
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Date: 2008-03-29 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-29 03:07 pm (UTC)Glad you are liking it so far! Thanks! And thanks for the link!
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Date: 2008-03-29 03:29 pm (UTC)And I'm so glad you, too, read it anyway. I had no idea there was such a skepticism/distaste/distrust/whatever out there in the world for vampire fic! I haven't seen that much of it myself. Really only two pieces. Has it been done to death and I just missed it? Which is quite possible. :D Anyway, glad that I'm writing something that seems at acceptable to the reluctant reader community (at least thus far).
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Date: 2008-03-29 03:59 pm (UTC)[Sorry]
Great, eagerly awaiting more!
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Date: 2008-03-29 04:01 pm (UTC)Go me, huh? This feels like the eternally almost done story. Every time I write a part, I think, OK! Just 5000 or so words to go! Grrrrr.
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Date: 2008-03-29 04:03 pm (UTC)Thanks! Glad you liked it!
Hey! We have the same icon. Sorta.
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Date: 2008-03-29 09:23 pm (UTC)For whatever reason, this line made me absurdly happy:
"Daniel was a whore for primary sources, after all."
I can't wait for more! Thanks for writing and sharing this!
Feed on Daniel, Jack...you know you want to!!!
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Date: 2008-03-29 11:24 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2008-03-30 12:09 am (UTC)Nice beginning chapter. I like the vampire lore your using for the story.
And I forgot to say . . . the part I liked best was Jack's description of how things had changed, like the grey walls were really white and blue and black spots. Excellent way of portraying his sharpened senses.
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Date: 2008-04-01 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-03 02:42 am (UTC)Jack was spot on, from his calculated jabs at Gyan, to his observations about Daniel, to his sarcastic side-thoughts on lunching and lunch. I loved the detailed descriptions of Jack's pov on his new 'abilities'. The back-story for the vampire clan is quite interesting as well, not so cliche yet not so alien to our sense of what a vampire is. :)
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Date: 2008-12-29 09:56 pm (UTC)I'm in plenty of time for Halloween 2009!
Date: 2009-11-01 01:16 am (UTC)Bwahahahahaha!