Fevered - PG-13 (Champagne Challenge #135)
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 5:07 am
A/N: After I wrote this, I ran it by Alle, who pointed out that MickLifeCrisis had written a challenge fic that was similar. I honestly didn't read hers before writing mine - I ran this by her and she gave me the thumbs-up to post it. Thanks for reading and giving me the ok.
Usual disclaimers apply.
FEVERED
“Hello, Mick. Mick, are you there? Say something.”
“Josef, I...I...god, I...”
“Mick. Stop. Deep breath. Start over.”
“I bit her, Josef. I fed from her.”
“I’m sorry...can you repeat that? I could have sworn you just told me you fed fresh.”
“You heard right. God, she should have walked away, she should have let me die--”
“Mick, who on earth are you talking about?”
“Beth.”
“Beth? As in ‘Beth Turner, the reporter who knows about vampires’ Beth?”
“Yeah. Stop sighing, Josef. It’s not like she left me a choice. I was ready to die out there in that desert, but she wouldn’t let me.”
“Well, while I can’t condone your choice of freshie, I’m happy you’re still among the living, so to speak.”
“She’s not a damn freshie, Josef. It’s not gonna happen again.”
“Such a pity. So tell me...does she taste as good as she smells? Because--”
“Josef!!”
“Alright, alright...you’re so touchy when it comes to that girl. So what are you going to do?”
“I have to let her go, Josef. My world’s too dangerous for her. I was dying out there - I could have drained her dry without thinking twice. Being around me is going to get her killed - I can’t live with that. I can’t--”
“So why’d you stop?”
“What?”
“You heard me. Why did you stop? ”
“She told me to.”
“And there you have it, Mick.”
“You’re not helping here, Josef.”
“Oh...I think I am. Goodnight, Mick.”

Usual disclaimers apply.
FEVERED
“Hello, Mick. Mick, are you there? Say something.”
“Josef, I...I...god, I...”
“Mick. Stop. Deep breath. Start over.”
“I bit her, Josef. I fed from her.”
“I’m sorry...can you repeat that? I could have sworn you just told me you fed fresh.”
“You heard right. God, she should have walked away, she should have let me die--”
“Mick, who on earth are you talking about?”
“Beth.”
“Beth? As in ‘Beth Turner, the reporter who knows about vampires’ Beth?”
“Yeah. Stop sighing, Josef. It’s not like she left me a choice. I was ready to die out there in that desert, but she wouldn’t let me.”
“Well, while I can’t condone your choice of freshie, I’m happy you’re still among the living, so to speak.”
“She’s not a damn freshie, Josef. It’s not gonna happen again.”
“Such a pity. So tell me...does she taste as good as she smells? Because--”
“Josef!!”
“Alright, alright...you’re so touchy when it comes to that girl. So what are you going to do?”
“I have to let her go, Josef. My world’s too dangerous for her. I was dying out there - I could have drained her dry without thinking twice. Being around me is going to get her killed - I can’t live with that. I can’t--”
“So why’d you stop?”
“What?”
“You heard me. Why did you stop? ”
“She told me to.”
“And there you have it, Mick.”
“You’re not helping here, Josef.”
“Oh...I think I am. Goodnight, Mick.”