What Are You, Mick St. John? [ch. 11] PG13
Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 11:45 pm
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Author’s note: Some dialogue is borrowed directly or paraphrased from the episode.
Beta: As usual, much thanks goes to the ever-awesome Barb, Bank1115. She’s so awesome.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
What Are You, Mick St. John?—Chapter 11
“Everything’s going to be okay…I’m a doctor,” the bloody man said.
“Um…what?” It only took Carl’s mind a split second to process that something wasn’t right here.
And that’s when it happened.
Before Carl could even blink, the doctor’s face changed. His irises turned bright white and fangs hissed in his mouth.
Carl turned to run but tripped over his shoelace and fell hard to his knees. He turned, attempting to keep his eyes on the Thing as he tried futilely to scramble to his feet. Kicking and scuffing his heels on the ground, he progressed backwards mere feet on his hands and buttocks. And still, the Thing advanced. Suddenly it was in his face, staring at him with ice white eyes. Carl could feel his cold breath on his cheeks, nostrils moving in and out as he scented his essence. Carl tried to swallow, again and again, but his mouth was dry.
The Thing reared his head back, opening his jaw as wide as he could, poised to plunge his teeth into the pulsing artery just inches to the left of Carl’s wildly bobbing Adam’s apple.
But then something whizzed in front of his head, knocking the Thing out of the way. When Carl’s eyes were able to focus again, a man in a long, dark coat was standing protectively in front of him, facing the Thing.
The Thing spoke: “I can smell you…you’re like me.”
“I’m nothing like you,” the man said darkly.
The Thing seemed to ignore that remark. “We’re vampires…aren’t we? The strength…the speed…the blood—I figured it out.”
Time stopped for Carl as things fell into place. Vampires!!!…holy crap…holy crap…holy crap…And then he snapped himself out of it. There was something familiar about his saviour…
“We don’t have to kill to survive,” the man was saying.
“Mmm…I like killing,” the Thing shrugged.
“If your sire hadn’t abandoned you, you would know it’s against our rules.”
“Rules, schmules,” the Thing scoffed. “We’re top of the food chain, man!”
“And with that comes responsibility.”
The Thing just laughed.
“You can’t feed like this!” the man seethed.
“Why not? I was doing just fine—until you showed up and ruined the party…Come on! I’ll share.”
“You’ll expose us all. I can’t let that happen.”
The Thing shook his head. “I won’t stop killing.”
“Yes. You will.”
“Wanna bet?” the Thing grinned.
“Dead men can’t pay up,” The man intoned, low and deadly. And then he lunged.
A flurry of snarls and growls erupted until suddenly the two men broke apart, facing each other in fighting stances.
Carl finally got a look at his rescuer’s face and his eyes bugged out of his head. St. John!!!
And just as suddenly it was on again. Mick’s eyes went icy and he bared fangs with a snarl.
Carl gasped.
Mick and the Thing started circling each other, looking for a chance, waiting for the other to make a move or be distracted.
The Thing lunged first, but Mick was ready—blocking him and throwing him hard up against a dumpster. The Thing immediately bounced up again, really angry now.
Mick just grinned, displaying his fangs. “If you’d had a sire, you’d know. The older a vamp gets, the more powerful. You’re a newborn baby compared to me. You don’t even realize your weaknesses.”
With that, the Thing lunged again, only to meet Mick’s heel as he roundhouse-kicked him into a wall. The Thing slumped on his back to the ground long enough for Mick to leap over and drive something into his torso. Breathing hard, Mick sat back on his heels enough for Carl to see a wooden stake protruding from the Thing’s chest.
The Thing’s eyes were wide. “Wait…” he gasped, “I understand now…I’ll stop killing! I’ll go back to my old life!”
“You can’t,” Mick said huskily. “You destroyed it.” And he pushed the stake in as far as it would go. The vampire’s eyes and mouth froze open in terror.
Mick gently closed the vampire’s eyelids, then stood and brushed off his clothing, his face morphing back to its human façade again. He took a cell phone from his pocket and made a short call.
“Mick St. John. I caught the rogue. Clean-up in the alley behind Sacred Angels.” He hung up.
Finally he turned to Carl, who was still reclined on the roadway. Mick stepped over to him and held out a hand to help him up. Carl took it.
“Carl…” his voice sounded broken. “You okay?”
Carl stood in front of him, open-mouthed. “Yeah…” he finally breathed. “Thanks to you…”
Mick shook his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch him sooner.”
“I’m glad you didn’t catch him later.”
The corners of Mick’s mouth turned up slightly at this, despite the situation. But then he sobered again. “Carl…I think we need to have a little talk.”
“Yeah…I guess we do.” A vampire just saved me from a vampire.
They regarded each other a moment, each sizing the other up, until a black van turned down the alley and pulled up near the body. Three women in skin-tight black leather bodysuits disembarked.
The tallest, a longhaired redhead walked up and nodded to Mick. “St. John. We’ll take it from here—thanks.” Her gaze flicked to Carl.
Mick clapped a hand on Carl’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of him.”
The redhead glanced between Mick and Carl—looking down at the latter like he was an insignificant bug under a microscope. Finally she shrugged. “Fine.”
Mick nodded to her and nudged Carl along. Carl cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his composure. “How you doin’, ladies?” Carl eyed the other women as they walked past them.
Mick cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head. “Uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned him. “It might piss them off—and it’s almost their lunch break.” He looked at Carl pointedly.
“Oh…Oh.” Carl’s eyes bugged. “Well…if I had to choose between being their Happy Meal to go and that guy’s”—he referred to the staked vampire’s body—“all-you-can-eat buffet…”
“Yeah…got it,” Mick smirked.
Beth was sitting in Mick’s Benz when they rounded the corner. She scrambled out, wide-eyed, as soon as she saw them. “Oh my gosh—Carl!” She looked frantically to Mick, searching his eyes, as if asking what Carl was doing there and what he knew.
“Carl was almost Pollock’s midnight snack.”
Beth’s eyes somehow became wider. “Are you okay?” she asked Carl.
“Yeah…thanks to Mick, here…” he exhaled and shook his head. “I thought that was it. I thought my number was up.”
Mick laid a comforting hand on Carl’s arm. “We were just tracking Pollock to the hospital when I caught his scent and followed him down the alley.”
“Boy, am I glad you did,” Carl muttered.
But Mick’s attention was already elsewhere. “Beth, you stayed in the car this time! I’m so proud,” he grinned.
Beth wrinkled her nose at him, but her eyes sparkled.
Uh-oh…Carl eyed them. Are they flirting?! Beth is flirting with a vampire. Josh is so not gonna like this…
Mick abruptly turned to him, eyes narrowed. Carl’s heart jumped. Can vampires read minds?!
“We can hear heartbeats…smell emotions,” Mick said suddenly, almost as if he had read Carl’s mind. “Yours just jumped and you smell nervous—what’s wrong?”
“I-I just…” Carl’s mouth went dry again.
“Let’s go have that talk, shall we?” Mick grasped Carl’s elbow and guided him into the back seat of the Benz, shutting the door on him.
Mick opened the front side passenger door for Beth, then walked around to the driver’s seat and hopped in. He started the car and put it into drive.
“Where are we going?” Beth asked.
Carl strained to hear, but couldn’t quite make out Mick’s answer. Beth, of course, could—but didn’t seem to like what she heard. Seeing this, Mick said, “He’s one of the elders in the LA community. He needs to be apprised of these new…developments.”
Elders?! …Developments?!
Carl saw Mick’s eyes flick to him in the rearview mirror. Then Beth turned around and gazed at Carl worriedly. She looked back to Mick.
“Shouldn’t you…you know…prepare Carl for him a little?”
Mick looked over at her, seeming amused. “You handled him okay.”
Beth glared disparagingly at him.
Carl swallowed.
To be continued…
Author’s note: Some dialogue is borrowed directly or paraphrased from the episode.
Beta: As usual, much thanks goes to the ever-awesome Barb, Bank1115. She’s so awesome.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
What Are You, Mick St. John?—Chapter 11
“Everything’s going to be okay…I’m a doctor,” the bloody man said.
“Um…what?” It only took Carl’s mind a split second to process that something wasn’t right here.
And that’s when it happened.
Before Carl could even blink, the doctor’s face changed. His irises turned bright white and fangs hissed in his mouth.
Carl turned to run but tripped over his shoelace and fell hard to his knees. He turned, attempting to keep his eyes on the Thing as he tried futilely to scramble to his feet. Kicking and scuffing his heels on the ground, he progressed backwards mere feet on his hands and buttocks. And still, the Thing advanced. Suddenly it was in his face, staring at him with ice white eyes. Carl could feel his cold breath on his cheeks, nostrils moving in and out as he scented his essence. Carl tried to swallow, again and again, but his mouth was dry.
The Thing reared his head back, opening his jaw as wide as he could, poised to plunge his teeth into the pulsing artery just inches to the left of Carl’s wildly bobbing Adam’s apple.
But then something whizzed in front of his head, knocking the Thing out of the way. When Carl’s eyes were able to focus again, a man in a long, dark coat was standing protectively in front of him, facing the Thing.
The Thing spoke: “I can smell you…you’re like me.”
“I’m nothing like you,” the man said darkly.
The Thing seemed to ignore that remark. “We’re vampires…aren’t we? The strength…the speed…the blood—I figured it out.”
Time stopped for Carl as things fell into place. Vampires!!!…holy crap…holy crap…holy crap…And then he snapped himself out of it. There was something familiar about his saviour…
“We don’t have to kill to survive,” the man was saying.
“Mmm…I like killing,” the Thing shrugged.
“If your sire hadn’t abandoned you, you would know it’s against our rules.”
“Rules, schmules,” the Thing scoffed. “We’re top of the food chain, man!”
“And with that comes responsibility.”
The Thing just laughed.
“You can’t feed like this!” the man seethed.
“Why not? I was doing just fine—until you showed up and ruined the party…Come on! I’ll share.”
“You’ll expose us all. I can’t let that happen.”
The Thing shook his head. “I won’t stop killing.”
“Yes. You will.”
“Wanna bet?” the Thing grinned.
“Dead men can’t pay up,” The man intoned, low and deadly. And then he lunged.
A flurry of snarls and growls erupted until suddenly the two men broke apart, facing each other in fighting stances.
Carl finally got a look at his rescuer’s face and his eyes bugged out of his head. St. John!!!
And just as suddenly it was on again. Mick’s eyes went icy and he bared fangs with a snarl.
Carl gasped.
Mick and the Thing started circling each other, looking for a chance, waiting for the other to make a move or be distracted.
The Thing lunged first, but Mick was ready—blocking him and throwing him hard up against a dumpster. The Thing immediately bounced up again, really angry now.
Mick just grinned, displaying his fangs. “If you’d had a sire, you’d know. The older a vamp gets, the more powerful. You’re a newborn baby compared to me. You don’t even realize your weaknesses.”
With that, the Thing lunged again, only to meet Mick’s heel as he roundhouse-kicked him into a wall. The Thing slumped on his back to the ground long enough for Mick to leap over and drive something into his torso. Breathing hard, Mick sat back on his heels enough for Carl to see a wooden stake protruding from the Thing’s chest.
The Thing’s eyes were wide. “Wait…” he gasped, “I understand now…I’ll stop killing! I’ll go back to my old life!”
“You can’t,” Mick said huskily. “You destroyed it.” And he pushed the stake in as far as it would go. The vampire’s eyes and mouth froze open in terror.
Mick gently closed the vampire’s eyelids, then stood and brushed off his clothing, his face morphing back to its human façade again. He took a cell phone from his pocket and made a short call.
“Mick St. John. I caught the rogue. Clean-up in the alley behind Sacred Angels.” He hung up.
Finally he turned to Carl, who was still reclined on the roadway. Mick stepped over to him and held out a hand to help him up. Carl took it.
“Carl…” his voice sounded broken. “You okay?”
Carl stood in front of him, open-mouthed. “Yeah…” he finally breathed. “Thanks to you…”
Mick shook his head. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch him sooner.”
“I’m glad you didn’t catch him later.”
The corners of Mick’s mouth turned up slightly at this, despite the situation. But then he sobered again. “Carl…I think we need to have a little talk.”
“Yeah…I guess we do.” A vampire just saved me from a vampire.
They regarded each other a moment, each sizing the other up, until a black van turned down the alley and pulled up near the body. Three women in skin-tight black leather bodysuits disembarked.
The tallest, a longhaired redhead walked up and nodded to Mick. “St. John. We’ll take it from here—thanks.” Her gaze flicked to Carl.
Mick clapped a hand on Carl’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of him.”
The redhead glanced between Mick and Carl—looking down at the latter like he was an insignificant bug under a microscope. Finally she shrugged. “Fine.”
Mick nodded to her and nudged Carl along. Carl cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his composure. “How you doin’, ladies?” Carl eyed the other women as they walked past them.
Mick cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head. “Uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned him. “It might piss them off—and it’s almost their lunch break.” He looked at Carl pointedly.
“Oh…Oh.” Carl’s eyes bugged. “Well…if I had to choose between being their Happy Meal to go and that guy’s”—he referred to the staked vampire’s body—“all-you-can-eat buffet…”
“Yeah…got it,” Mick smirked.
Beth was sitting in Mick’s Benz when they rounded the corner. She scrambled out, wide-eyed, as soon as she saw them. “Oh my gosh—Carl!” She looked frantically to Mick, searching his eyes, as if asking what Carl was doing there and what he knew.
“Carl was almost Pollock’s midnight snack.”
Beth’s eyes somehow became wider. “Are you okay?” she asked Carl.
“Yeah…thanks to Mick, here…” he exhaled and shook his head. “I thought that was it. I thought my number was up.”
Mick laid a comforting hand on Carl’s arm. “We were just tracking Pollock to the hospital when I caught his scent and followed him down the alley.”
“Boy, am I glad you did,” Carl muttered.
But Mick’s attention was already elsewhere. “Beth, you stayed in the car this time! I’m so proud,” he grinned.
Beth wrinkled her nose at him, but her eyes sparkled.
Uh-oh…Carl eyed them. Are they flirting?! Beth is flirting with a vampire. Josh is so not gonna like this…
Mick abruptly turned to him, eyes narrowed. Carl’s heart jumped. Can vampires read minds?!
“We can hear heartbeats…smell emotions,” Mick said suddenly, almost as if he had read Carl’s mind. “Yours just jumped and you smell nervous—what’s wrong?”
“I-I just…” Carl’s mouth went dry again.
“Let’s go have that talk, shall we?” Mick grasped Carl’s elbow and guided him into the back seat of the Benz, shutting the door on him.
Mick opened the front side passenger door for Beth, then walked around to the driver’s seat and hopped in. He started the car and put it into drive.
“Where are we going?” Beth asked.
Carl strained to hear, but couldn’t quite make out Mick’s answer. Beth, of course, could—but didn’t seem to like what she heard. Seeing this, Mick said, “He’s one of the elders in the LA community. He needs to be apprised of these new…developments.”
Elders?! …Developments?!
Carl saw Mick’s eyes flick to him in the rearview mirror. Then Beth turned around and gazed at Carl worriedly. She looked back to Mick.
“Shouldn’t you…you know…prepare Carl for him a little?”
Mick looked over at her, seeming amused. “You handled him okay.”
Beth glared disparagingly at him.
Carl swallowed.
To be continued…
now what's Carl going to do? Poor Josh is going to be even further out of the loop than he is now 
This was completely wonderful!!!! 
Loving your story Noc! Keep going!