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04 April 2008 @ 12:40 am
Love Is Never-Ending, ch. 27  
Title: Love Is Never-Ending
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1854
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: Crack is whack. (No, I don't own  Moonlight)
Author's note: We're taking a slight detour from our regularly scheduled MickBeth wedding drama. Just a tiny one though! Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty Seven

He’d been in a plane for nearly twelve hours. The flight from Paris to JFK had been pleasant enough. The passengers in first class recognized his aloof and wary demeanor and gave him a wide berth. Even the flight attendants had left him alone. Although that could have had more to do with the hundred dollar bill he’d slipped to each of them when he boarded. At JFK he switched planes, taking the red eye to LAX. The plane was unusually full. About midway over Ohio the pounding hearts and lack of freezer time was starting to get to him. The security screeners typically frowned on bodily fluids being taken on board so he had nothing to take the edge off. He drifted into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of her.

He woke up somewhere over Nevada. He didn’t open his eyes right away. He knew that if he did it could quite easily cause a panic should some poor human catch him in the wrong light. Calling on the control he’d developed over nearly six hundred years, he shoved his bloodlust aside. His fangs receded and his eyes returned to their normal green. Sighing, he secured his tray table and prepared to land in the valley of the sun.

The second he was through airport security, which had gotten tighter after the bomb threat a few days earlier, he called his contact.

“Cleaner, name and location, please.”

“Ah, Marie, as efficient as ever, I see.”

“Henri. I was expecting you. When did you get in?”

“I just landed. Do you have any news?”

He didn’t have to elaborate. As soon as he discovered that Coraline had gone again, he knew where she was headed. Why St. John held such fascination for her he would never know. So he’d contacted his old friend Marie to keep him apprised of Coraline’s arrival in the City of Angels. Marie had emailed him two days ago and now he was here.

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Henri realized he was too late. That foolish, foolish woman. “When?”

“Last night. I got a call from Josef Konstantin around 10:30. She’d ambushed them.” Marie paused. “I’m sorry, Henri. I know Coraline and I never saw eye to eye, but I know she meant a lot to you.”

“Thank you, Marie. Next time you’re in Paris allow me to show my gratitude by taking you to the theater.”

 “I would enjoy that.”

They disconnected. Henri called the limo service to take him to Josef Konstantin’s penthouse. Henri had never actually met Josef but he’d heard Coraline speak of him often. Josef too came from the old world, but had found a home in the new. Coraline had said that Josef enjoyed being a vampire almost as much as she did. We’ll see about that.

Henri picked up his luggage and waited for his limo. When it arrived he asked if the driver knew where Josef lived. He was in luck. The drive to Konstantin’s penthouse frayed his control. He needed to feed. Soon. When he arrived at Josef’s, Henri instructed his driver to remain out front while he spoke to Mr. Konstantin. Henri entered the building and stopped at the security desk.

“Yes?” said the burly security guard.

“I am here to see Mr. Konstantin.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but I guarantee he’ll want to see me.”

The guard looked at him curiously. Then he called upstairs. After a pause, he said, “There’s a,” he looked at Henri.

“Henri Troyes.”

“There’s a Henri Troyes here to see you, sir.” The guard’s eyebrows shot up. “Yes, sir.” He hung up. “You can go on up.”

“Thank you.”

Henri took the elevator up to Josef’s floor. When he stepped off the elevator, he was stopped by another security guard, who patted him down. Once he was deemed weaponless, Henri was allowed to proceed.

“You’ll have to excuse all the extra security. But that’s what happens when a psycho bitch attempts to kill you and yours,” Josef greeted his guest.

Henri grimaced. Still, he said, “It’s quite all right. I’d be the same way in your place.” Henri stuck out his hand; Josef shook it.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Troyes?”

They sat across from each other with Josef’s large desk between them. “This is a personal visit, Mr. Konstantin.”

“Please call me Josef.”

“Yes, well, Josef. I don’t know if you know this, but I am Coraline Duvall’s sire.”

Josef stiffened; the anger evident on his face. “Come here for revenge? You go near Mick and I’ll make sure you leave this city in pieces.”

“You misunderstand me, Josef. I have no desire for revenge. I’m sure that Coraline deserved whatever St. John did to her. My original intention in coming to Los Angeles was to stop her.”

Josef scoffed. “Really? Why do I find that hard to believe?”

“You have no reason to. But let me say this. My relationship with Coraline corresponds to her attachment to St. John.”

“You mean she had two freak shows? Good grief. Looks like I dodged a bullet.”

“Undoubtedly.” Henri paused. “She took something from me before she left. You wouldn’t happen to know where it is?”

“Are you talking about the sword she was gonna behead me with?” Henri nodded. Josef nodded at his assistant standing by the door. The man disappeared for a second, returning with the long blade. It was still stained with Coraline’s blood.

“May I have it back?”

Josef looked at him warily. Henri continued, “You have no reason to trust me. I could very well use it to end St. John’s existence. But I won’t. I loved Coraline, but I was not unaware of her…instability. She was bound to come to an untimely end.”

Josef noted the resignation in Henri’s voice. “Fine. Take it. Just stay away from Mick. I don’t need a hysterical Beth on my hands.”


“Mick’s fiancé. They’re getting married in a few days.”

That’s what must have triggered it. Henri stood taking the sword from Josef’s assistant. “Thank you, Josef. I appreciate your willingness to hear me out.”

“Yeah, well, it’s this new thing I’m trying. Listen first, maim later.”

Henri chuckled. “Goodbye, Josef.” He turned and headed back to his limo. Once inside, he sniffed Coraline’s blood stain. He sensed Coraline’s mania, Beth’s anger and fear, and the resignation Mick had felt as he swung. Henri sensed a kindred spirit. That surprised him considering his jealousy over the fledgling. Henri decided he needed to see him. He gave to driver St. John’s address and watched the skyscrapers go by as they drove.

The limo arrived at St. John’s a short time later. Henri’s hunger redoubled. Damn. Henri took the elevator up to St. John’s floor noting the lack of security. Hiding in plain sight, I see. She taught you well. Henri heard the sound of a guitar through the door. He knocked. A few seconds later the guitar stopped and he heard St. John walk up to the door. “I know you’re in there, Mr. St. John. I assure you I just want to talk. It’s about Coraline.” The door opened and Henri came face to face with the source of his jealousy for last fifty-six years.

Mick eyed him warily. “Is that really necessary?” he said indicating the sword.

Henri looked down. He was surprised to find the sword in his hand. He looked back at Mick. “I wasn’t even aware that I had carried it with me. Forgive me.”

Mick looked astonished. “I’d have thought that my beheading would be at the top of your to do list.”

“I assure you it’s not. As I said, I just want to talk.”

Mick knew that if Henri wanted him dead, he’d have done something by now. So he stood aside and allowed Henri to enter the apartment. They settled in the living room; Mick in his armchair and Henri on the couch. Henri laid the sword on the coffee table in front of him. Mick’s senses remained on high alert. From what little he knew about Henri, Mick knew that he was a man of his word. But Mick wasn’t about to take any chances; he had too much to live for now. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Tell me what happened to Coraline.”

“I think you already know,” Mick said, gesturing toward the sword.

“Yes, but I’d like to hear it from you.”

Mick grimaced. The last thing he wanted to do was relive his ex-wife’s demise at his hands. Not that he was sorry, far from it. But he wanted to focus on the future. Still, Mick recited the tale. As Mick got to Coraline’s beheading, his eyes lingered on the blood stained sword. He saw Henri reach out and run his fingers along the blade. Mick swallowed. When he finished speaking, Henri looked at him with forlorn eyes. “An ending I tried to avoid, but feared would come to pass.”

“You did?”

“Yes. Coraline was always…unpredictable, shall we say. It was one of the things I loved about her.”

“You were in love with her; that’s why you turned her.”

“Correct. My relationship with her and yours were not all that dissimilar. Coraline was a restless soul. She needed new challenges. Yet she always came back. And I, being a fool, took her back time and again.”

Mick squirmed. You’re not the only fool.

“You were different from the rest. You left her. No one had ever left her before. Usually she’d tire of her latest plaything and leave. But not you. When you left her, she became obsessed trying to prove that you belonged together.”

“So she bounced between the two of us?”

“I’m certain there were others, but yes.”

“Until I killed her.”

Henri sighed. “I thought that had finally broken her obsession for good. But I was wrong. She was just biding her time with me, waiting for the right time to win you back again.”

Mick looked at the picture of him and Beth that sat on the coffee table. “She heard about Beth.”

“That’s my assumption.” Henri picked up the picture. “She’s very lovely. I take it she knows what you are?”

Mick’s hackles came up. “Yes, she does.”

“Has she asked you to turn her?”

“We’ve discussed it. We haven’t made any decisions yet.”

Henri looked down at the picture again. He could see the love and adoration in Beth’s eyes. This woman would never leave him, whether Mick knew it or not. Be grateful for her. “You will.”

Henri sat the picture back down. “I really must be going. Too much time in a plane. I have flight to catch tomorrow. If you’ll excuse me.”

If Mick was surprised by his visitor’s abrupt departure he didn’t show it. Henri stood, picked up the sword and let himself out. He climbed back into the limo and asked his driver to take him to his hotel, where he’d eat, sleep and contemplate moving on and starting over…

To be continued…    

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heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on April 4th, 2008 08:43 am (UTC)
yay a major catastrophe aborted!

i really loved this chapteR!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 4th, 2008 12:06 pm (UTC)
Yes, poor Henri. He's just as much as victim as Mick and Beth are to Coraline's insanity. I'm really glad she's dead!
heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on April 4th, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
me too! she's insane, she's as in she was, not she is... coz she is no more! haha
Bleu Daisy: Josef and Sara Heartbleudaisy on April 4th, 2008 01:11 pm (UTC)
I like Henri and the depth it adds to the story. Wonderful chapter! ^_^
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 4th, 2008 01:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I like Henri too. It's not his fault that Coraline was a psycho. I hope he finds what Mick has with Beth...
allegritafangsallegritafangs on April 4th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, what a wonderful way to wrap up the Coraline part of the story...and Josef's line: “Yeah, well, it’s this new thing I’m trying. Listen first, maim later.” is PRICELESS. I'm glad you took this detour--although to me it's not really a detour, just a final stop on the way to the fun parts... :)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 4th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
I really loved Josef's line too. I can just hear Jason say that!

PS-I AM going to read your story. I haven't forgotten. Work's really kicking me butt, right now. It's all I can do to get these updates finished...
allegritafangsallegritafangs on April 4th, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you! (It's kind of smutty, if that's any help in tempting you to come by and check it out.) ;)
AND...I just started a MickBeth story. I woke up this morning with it in my head! What is it about that show that gets my creative juices flowing...not that I'm complaining, mind you... :)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 4th, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
Don't worry, I'm going to read it, smutty or not! :)

Ah, MickBeth! I can't wait to read your take on those two...
sourfacekitty: Beth: I am not...sourfacekitty on April 4th, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)
I am so relieved. I thought for sure they were gonna wrestle or kill each other or atleast SOMETHING. And, no, I'm not complaining. :)

Please update soon :D

michellemtsumichellemtsu on April 5th, 2008 02:48 pm (UTC)
I'm glad that wasn't a complaint. I think Mick's done enough fighting for one story. :)
sourfacekitty: Delicate Flowersourfacekitty on April 5th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
Totally agree, way too much
Michelle: Moonlight never let you go Mick/Bethmrs_boyscout on May 5th, 2008 02:30 am (UTC)
Awww, that was kind of sweet. In a really weird way.

I hope Henri won't cause any issues. I'm tired of issues. I want happy, happy vamp marriage and sweaty sex. lol
michellemtsumichellemtsu on May 5th, 2008 03:44 am (UTC)
I think you'll get your wish! ;)