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25 February 2008 @ 11:17 pm
Love Is Never-Ending, ch. 7  
Title: Love Is Never-Ending
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1446
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: Only if I win the lottery...
Author's note: This chapter contains the first of a series of flashbacks. All flashbacks are in italics. This chapter is also dedicated to my fellow sisters of the VFA on MLF. Thanks, ladies! Enjoy, everyone! Comments are love!

Chapter Seven

Thomas stood there in a Homeland Security jacket. Mick couldn’t believe his eyes. It can’t be. I haven’t seen him in what? Thirty years? No, it was at least forty. Mick closed his eyes and shook his head to clear it. When he opened them, Thomas, or the person who looked extraordinarily like him, had disappeared. Mick walked to where the Thomas look-a-like had been standing. He inhaled sharply. There was no mistaking that scent. It was Thomas. What on earth was he doing here? And working for Homeland Security no less?

Mick looked at his watch. He’d left Beth nearly two hours ago. She was probably wondering where he was. Deciding that the mystery of Thomas’s reappearance could wait, he left the terminal and made his way back to Beth.

“Come on, Mick.”

“I told you, Josef. I’m not hungry.”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Do what?”

“Practically starve.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Yes, it is, Mick. You won’t feed.”

“I feed.”

“On what? You wait outside the hospital like some kind of ghoul, hoping they’ll throw out some blood. You can’t live like that, Mick.”

“Why do you even care, Josef? We’ve already established that you don’t like me. I’m not particularly fond of you either. So why don’t you just mind your own business!”

Mick got up abruptly and left. Why he spent so much time with a vampire he could barely stand was beyond him. Problem was that Josef was about the only member of the Tribe that would give Mick the time of day. Since he’d divorced Coraline the previous year, he’d been an outcast. He hadn’t realized how much he used her status to shield him from unpleasantness. No matter. He could take care of himself.

Mick wandered the streets of Los Angeles aimlessly. He acknowledged no one, lost in his own thoughts. It was times like this that he wondered why he didn’t end his miserable existence. He hated this life. Wouldn’t everyone be better off if the wretch, sometimes known as Mick St. John, ceased to exist? Unbidden, his mother’s face rose before his eyes. A crushing wave of sadness threatened to overwhelm him. It had been nearly a decade since he’d seen her last. He forced himself to avoid his family. It was too dangerous. He didn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt someone he loved.

His musings were interrupted when he ran into a parking cop. Literally ran into him.

“Sorry,” Mick muttered as he began to walk away.

“Mick?” the cop called incredulously from behind him.

Mick recognized that voice. He hadn’t heard it in nearly thirty-five years, but he’d know it anywhere. He turned to face the speaker. Before him stood Thomas Masters, his father’s best friend. He hadn’t aged a day since Mick had seen him last. Mick had been five years old when Andrew’s best friend had disappeared.

“Thomas,” Mick said incredulously. “How…”

“Yeah, kiddo, it’s me.” He paused and sniffed the air. “You sure you don’t know how I got here?”

Mick inhaled. Thomas was a vampire. But that still didn’t explain… “That’s how you disappeared. You were turned.”

“Yeah, it’s a boring tale that I’ll tell you another time. Do you want to go catch up somewhere?” Thomas asked as if they’d been apart for months instead of decades.

Mick raked his eyes over Thomas’s uniform. He cleared his throat. “Don’t you have something you should be doing?”

“What? This? Trust me, it can wait. The department’ll never miss a few less parking tickets. Come on, let’s go.”

Mick allowed Thomas to lead him off into the night. He was still stunned. It seems like too much of a coincidence. Still, he was glad to see a familiar face, especially one from which he didn’t have to hide what he was. They made small talk all the way to the warehouse district. Mick felt lighter than he had in years.

“What is this place?” Mick asked as they prepared to head inside.

“Don’t worry. Our kind are the only customers. It moves around a lot to prevent the humans from catching on. I know the owner, so we’ll get a great table.”

Thomas pushed open the door and Mick was struck by the cacophony of sound. A live band played in one corner. They were dreadful, but no one seemed to care. Most of the clientele was cat calling and waving at the bevy of dancers on the other side of the room. Thomas spoke to the vamp at the door and he led the pair to one of the front tables.

As they took their seats, Mick said, “Is this what I think it is?”

“Sure is. I thought you could use a place to relax.”

Mick was suddenly uncomfortable. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Come on. Just one drink. For old times sake.”

Mick considered. “OK, one drink.”

Mick ordered a Scotch; Thomas ordered Vodka. As they sat there, Mick’s discomfort grew. The cat calling was starting to annoy him. There were five dancers on the stage: a blonde, a couple of brunettes, a red head and a strawberry blonde. All were scantily clad. Mick had never had much trouble in the romance department. He knew women found him attractive. So he’d never felt the need to frequent places like this, even as a human. His relative inexperience combined with the ever-present bloodlust was starting to get to him. He struggled to maintain control.

“Would you like something stronger?” Thomas asked.


“You know…” Thomas gestured vaguely toward the stage. “I’m sure we can accommodate whatever you’re thirsty for.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong, Mick?” Thomas looked genuinely concerned.

“I don’t feed from humans,” Mick said in a low voice. Even with his vamp hearing Thomas had to lean in to hear him.

“For heavens sake, why not?”

Mick looked scandalized. “You’re OK with this? You like what you are?”

“Of course. You don’t?”

 “I was turned against my will, Thomas.”

“So? What does that have to do with anything?”

“We kill people. We’re monsters,” Mick said heavily.

“Mick, listen to me. I don’t know how this rubbish got put in your head, but you have to let it go. Enjoy yourself. Vampires don’t have to kill people. They can control themselves. We have just as much right to exist as humans do. The only difference is that we are no longer bound by their rules.”

Mick looked longingly at the dancers on the stage. It had been so long. He was tired of cast off blood. He was tired of controlling himself. He was tired of hating himself. God help him, he wanted to feel a willing donor in his grip. He wanted to feel the sweet taste of fresh blood flow down his throat. He wanted to loose himself in another, at least for a little while. Mick felt his fangs extend. His eyes grew pale.

Thomas beckoned to the stage. “Ladies.” The girls lined up in front of their table. “Which one will it be, Mick?”

 Mick extended his hand to the red head. He helped her down from the stage. She looked thoroughly unafraid. The girl settled herself in his lap and tossed her head back, exposing her throat. Mick licked his lips as he lowered his head. As his fangs sliced into her neck, he allowed himself to feel euphoria for the first time in his miserable existence.

Mick found Beth leaning up against his Mercedes. She looked exhausted. All thought of Thomas flew out of his head.

“Where’d everyone get to?” he asked.

“I sent them back. I take it you didn’t find Charles,” Beth replied with a small grin.

“Nope. Why are you smiling?”

“He showed up a few minutes ago. Turns out he thought about trying to get the story on his own. He thought I’d be impressed with his initiative.”

“Were you?”

Beth chuckled mirthlessly. “Annoyed mostly. I gave him the requisite lecture and sent him and Steve back. There’s nothing more we can do here tonight.”

Mick stepped closer and lifted her chin up. “You look exhausted.”

“What happened to the patented Mick St. John charm?”

“It’s in my other pants.” He grinned.

Beth laughed. “It’s been a long day with precious little to show for it.”

“I heard.” Bath raised her eyebrows suspiciously. “I heard a couple of Homeland Security agents talking in the terminal.” That, of course, reminded him of Thomas. Now is not the time to have that conversation. But it’ll have to be soon.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

To be continued…

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Bleu Daisy: Josef Cute Grin at Mick's Deskbleudaisy on February 26th, 2008 07:19 am (UTC)
I like the flashback. It's really interesting to see Mick exploring his new relationship with Josef and his struggle to come to grips with what he's become.

Interesting chapter! ^_^
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 26th, 2008 12:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks! The next flashback will have lots more Josef! But we have to do some fluffy wedding type stuff first! :)
Bleu Daisy: Josef Cute Grin at Mick's Deskbleudaisy on February 26th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm loving the wedding stuff. You've actually got me tempted to do a sequel to my series with Josef and Sara so that we can see her new life as a vampire and their eventual wedding. I can already feel my muse poking me. ^_-
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 26th, 2008 03:12 pm (UTC)
Bleu Daisy: Josef Cutiebleudaisy on February 27th, 2008 02:11 am (UTC)
Heh heh...Alright, alright. *^_^*
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 27th, 2008 04:31 am (UTC)
heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick cut upheartagram_lala on February 26th, 2008 08:49 am (UTC)
this is really awesome.

i loving the flashback.

and i wanna know what this thomas dude has to do with beth! lol, NOW! haha
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 26th, 2008 12:44 pm (UTC)
Who said he has anything to do with Beth? *rubs hands together*
hopeformb01 on February 26th, 2008 01:39 pm (UTC)
Intriguing, Michelle. I like the mystery aspects very much. Well written interesting start. Keep going.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 26th, 2008 03:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :)
Michelle: Moonlight Being human is lamemrs_boyscout on February 26th, 2008 02:00 pm (UTC)
Ok, so Thomas and the annoying intern are two different people. Now tell us more! :) Great chappy. Love how we are getting the Mick/Josef/Thomas backstory. Yea!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 26th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
Or are they? *insert evil laugh*
britzfan: Mick Fixbritzfan on February 26th, 2008 03:22 pm (UTC)
Nice chapter. I'm interested in Thomas and what this is going to have to do with Mick/Beth. I'm also unsure of this Charles guy but it might just be me. Keep up the great work!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 26th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
It's not just you! :)
allegritafangsallegritafangs on February 27th, 2008 01:50 am (UTC)
Ooh, this is getting good!
Love the flashback. I'm so excited to get some Mick backstory. And Thomas has lots of potential--hmm, reading your response to the other comments makes me REALLY interested to see what'll happen next (after the fluff, that is)... yeah, I like fluff too! Romance, hearts and flowers, all that stuff...and bachelor parties...mmm-hmmmmm...can't wait for that, either...purr...
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 27th, 2008 04:33 am (UTC)
Re: Ooh, this is getting good!
Yeah, I'm having fun interweaving the mystery and the fluff. Glad you like it!