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Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Two (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: Rish
Word Count: 823
Summary: Eliot, Nate and Hardison are still adjusting to the changes in their lives since Eliot was changed.
A/Ns & Summary: Third chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo card, found here. Angsty, killing. For the prompt "physical imperfections".
He pushed the shades up closer to his skin, the sun blinding, his skin itching from its touch, as he tried to find some dark, empty hole to hide in until he could get control of himself.
The hunger gnawed at him and he didn't have to look in passing windows to know that his mouth was fanged, his eyes gone to red. He put as much distance as he could between himself and people while still managing to stay out of the sun as much as possible.
They had no idea really how prolonged exposure to the sun would affect him. He had enough vampire in him that it could kill him. But then, the cat wasn't affected by the sun. None of them had been ready to put that to the test yet.
Eliot stopped inside a warehouse in a dark, abandoned industrial area of the city, breathing hard. Nate wasn't wrong. He was going to have to feed the beast to quiet it, but Eliot knew that feeding when he was this out of control would lead to killing.
It was just further proof that he was no longer what Nate needed…that his body was no longer adequate, and he would never have the self-control that Nate somehow possessed.
He stalked deeper into the abandoned building, not realizing that he was stalking toward something until he rounded a corner. He could smell blood and booze and sex as two men moved and as the separated to come at him, Eliot could hear the girl crying.
He roared as the hunger burned and the men came at him armed with crowbars, still reeking of the booze and sweat. He reacted without thinking, ducking, kicking, turning, and then he had one of them, his neck exposed and Eliot couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried.
He drank until the man’s heart stopped, fast and deep, before dropping him and cracking his neck as he turned to find the other one, who was just picking himself up off the floor, hobbling as he hesitated.
Eliot could see him trying to decide between rushing at him or running away and when he was Eliot’s face, he opted for running. Two steps and Eliot had him, drinking him nearly as fast, riding him to the dusty floor.
Eliot’s heart thumped against his ribs as the heat of the blood filled him. He lifted his face, his eyes narrowing, tracing the girl in the shadows. She had stopped crying and was staring at him in horror.
“Can you stand?” Eliot asked, climbing to his feet and wiping his bloody face on his sleeve. She stared back, shaking. He took two steps closer and she pulled her legs in, one hand on the wall as she tried to stand and move away from him.
“I won’t hurt you.” Eliot said, holding out a hand toward her. “Let me help you.”
“What-what are you?” she asked, her voice small and trembling.
Eliot stopped, his turn to stare at her.
“Stay…stay away from me.” She inched along the wall, her eyes on him as she moved, her whole body shaking. When she felt safe enough to try, she ran away from him, into the shadows.
Eliot turned, his eye catching on the watery reflection of his face in a dusty window. His skin glowed pale in the little bit of light that came in the distant windows, and his fangs protruded over his lips. His brow was more pronounced than normal, though not nearly what it became when he was in cat form. Blood smeared his face and dripped from his chin, stained the front of his shirt.
He was a monster.
The rage faded and with it the changes left his face until he was his own human self again…only not really. It was only an illusion. Under the skin he could see it, sense it…the signs that he was something else now…and it was easy to see why Nate drank the way he did.
His hands trembled as he fumbled with his phone, not sure who to call to come pick him up. The blood burned inside him, pushing back the fatigue, but he would burn through it fast and when he crashed it would be hard and heavy and he would need to sleep.
Eliot finally dialed Nate's number.
"You okay?"
"Yeah…fine." Eliot responded. "I'm gonna need a ride home." He squinted at the front of the building for the number and relayed the address, then ducked back into the shade.
It didn't take long for Nate to find him and Eliot dashed from the shadows of the building into the truck. They were silent a long time, but as they turned onto the street where they lived, Eliot shifted in his seat. "I killed two people. Drank them dry."
Nate stopped them in the driveway and turned to look at him. "The hunger is difficult to control, especially when you're as new to it as you are."
Eliot made a face and stared at the house. "I didn't even hesitate. They were…it doesn't matter what they were doing. I killed them."
Nate's hand came to rest on his thigh, rubbing lightly. "It's going to take time, Eliot. You have to figure out who you are now—"
"You mean what I am now." Eliot countered, opening the door and climbing out. "I've always been capable of killing, Nate. I just do it more efficiently now."
He stormed into the house, but stopped cold when Ryna looked up from her cartoons and Hardison looked at him all guilty and slightly timid. "I need some sleep," he muttered as he moved past them, hoping they would all take the hint and leave him alone for a few hours.
Title: The Truth or Dare Job, Part Two (Index to Vamp!Nate: Index)
Pairings/Characters: Nate/Eliot/Hardison, Ryna (OFC)
Rating: Rish
Word Count: 823
Summary: Eliot, Nate and Hardison are still adjusting to the changes in their lives since Eliot was changed.
A/Ns & Summary: Third chapter of a 25 chapter arc, for my
angst_bingo card, found here. Angsty, killing. For the prompt "physical imperfections".He pushed the shades up closer to his skin, the sun blinding, his skin itching from its touch, as he tried to find some dark, empty hole to hide in until he could get control of himself.
The hunger gnawed at him and he didn't have to look in passing windows to know that his mouth was fanged, his eyes gone to red. He put as much distance as he could between himself and people while still managing to stay out of the sun as much as possible.
They had no idea really how prolonged exposure to the sun would affect him. He had enough vampire in him that it could kill him. But then, the cat wasn't affected by the sun. None of them had been ready to put that to the test yet.
Eliot stopped inside a warehouse in a dark, abandoned industrial area of the city, breathing hard. Nate wasn't wrong. He was going to have to feed the beast to quiet it, but Eliot knew that feeding when he was this out of control would lead to killing.
It was just further proof that he was no longer what Nate needed…that his body was no longer adequate, and he would never have the self-control that Nate somehow possessed.
He stalked deeper into the abandoned building, not realizing that he was stalking toward something until he rounded a corner. He could smell blood and booze and sex as two men moved and as the separated to come at him, Eliot could hear the girl crying.
He roared as the hunger burned and the men came at him armed with crowbars, still reeking of the booze and sweat. He reacted without thinking, ducking, kicking, turning, and then he had one of them, his neck exposed and Eliot couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried.
He drank until the man’s heart stopped, fast and deep, before dropping him and cracking his neck as he turned to find the other one, who was just picking himself up off the floor, hobbling as he hesitated.
Eliot could see him trying to decide between rushing at him or running away and when he was Eliot’s face, he opted for running. Two steps and Eliot had him, drinking him nearly as fast, riding him to the dusty floor.
Eliot’s heart thumped against his ribs as the heat of the blood filled him. He lifted his face, his eyes narrowing, tracing the girl in the shadows. She had stopped crying and was staring at him in horror.
“Can you stand?” Eliot asked, climbing to his feet and wiping his bloody face on his sleeve. She stared back, shaking. He took two steps closer and she pulled her legs in, one hand on the wall as she tried to stand and move away from him.
“I won’t hurt you.” Eliot said, holding out a hand toward her. “Let me help you.”
“What-what are you?” she asked, her voice small and trembling.
Eliot stopped, his turn to stare at her.
“Stay…stay away from me.” She inched along the wall, her eyes on him as she moved, her whole body shaking. When she felt safe enough to try, she ran away from him, into the shadows.
Eliot turned, his eye catching on the watery reflection of his face in a dusty window. His skin glowed pale in the little bit of light that came in the distant windows, and his fangs protruded over his lips. His brow was more pronounced than normal, though not nearly what it became when he was in cat form. Blood smeared his face and dripped from his chin, stained the front of his shirt.
He was a monster.
The rage faded and with it the changes left his face until he was his own human self again…only not really. It was only an illusion. Under the skin he could see it, sense it…the signs that he was something else now…and it was easy to see why Nate drank the way he did.
His hands trembled as he fumbled with his phone, not sure who to call to come pick him up. The blood burned inside him, pushing back the fatigue, but he would burn through it fast and when he crashed it would be hard and heavy and he would need to sleep.
Eliot finally dialed Nate's number.
"You okay?"
"Yeah…fine." Eliot responded. "I'm gonna need a ride home." He squinted at the front of the building for the number and relayed the address, then ducked back into the shade.
It didn't take long for Nate to find him and Eliot dashed from the shadows of the building into the truck. They were silent a long time, but as they turned onto the street where they lived, Eliot shifted in his seat. "I killed two people. Drank them dry."
Nate stopped them in the driveway and turned to look at him. "The hunger is difficult to control, especially when you're as new to it as you are."
Eliot made a face and stared at the house. "I didn't even hesitate. They were…it doesn't matter what they were doing. I killed them."
Nate's hand came to rest on his thigh, rubbing lightly. "It's going to take time, Eliot. You have to figure out who you are now—"
"You mean what I am now." Eliot countered, opening the door and climbing out. "I've always been capable of killing, Nate. I just do it more efficiently now."
He stormed into the house, but stopped cold when Ryna looked up from her cartoons and Hardison looked at him all guilty and slightly timid. "I need some sleep," he muttered as he moved past them, hoping they would all take the hint and leave him alone for a few hours.
