When Vampires go Missing {Elise}

[John Sheppard]

Gotta break it loose
Gonna keep 'em movin' wild
Gonna keep a swingin' baby
I'm a real wild child
I'm a real wild one
An' I like a wild fun
In a world gone crazy
Everything seems hazy
I'm a wild one
Ooh yeah I'm a wild one



How long he had been there? Sitting on that chair, looking at that empty room? Probably too long, dammit.

His fingers came to his lips, feeling the sharp fangs in his teeth. He had fangs now man! How screwed up was that? And the thought of blood…shit, it got him repulsed, hungry and turned on at the same time. Kat said he had to feed, but he always hoped for a rare steak and baked potatoes, not blood. First time he tried from that blood bag – and he had to do it alone, didn’t want anyone seeing him drinking it, especially not Kat – he eyed the bag for a good half hour and when he couldn’t take the hunger anymore guzzled it down…only to throw up when it registered what was that he was drinking. Since them, he had avoided feeding the best he could, it unnerved him, got him moody, angry.

And to make matters worse, everyone was watching like a hawk to see if he didn’t go into full monster mode. Those he called friends, they all looked at him funny now.

So John Sheppard had hid himself into his bunker. The only times he’d get out was to go train with general jackass, and only because Kat told him to. Heck, why didn’t she just let him rip the man’s head out and be done with it? Because it was obvious neither man cared much about each other. Oh wait, they cared alright if they hated each other guts. But John did take some pleasure on calling him ‘general asshole’ just to anger him.

And he couldn’t even call home. What he was going to say? ‘Hey father, guess what, your crazy ass son died and just came back as a freaking vampire?’
HA!

And now Kat was out on a mission, she said she had to go alone with Derek for tactical purposes. Yeah right! As if it wasn’t obvious she was itching for a while alone, apart from him.

He had thought about asking Curse or Rae to sneak in some booze for him now that he couldn’t even take a piss without someone watching out for him. Made a guy feel paranoid, like he was really a monster. And he was in a base were people were trained to kill things like him…how long until his old pals turned on to him when he loose his cool? He was never the calm and collected sort to begin with, and this, being treated like a freaking lab rat was making him edgy. But the amount of alcohol that would take for him to get drunk, he would have to sneak in a damned full keg.

He wanted out. Out of that room, out of that freaking base. To hear the music playing, make passes at hot girls just to get jealous boyfriends pissed at him to start a fight and get drunk like there was no tomorrow.

Sighing, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Man how he wanted it.

Suddenly voices started to sound, loud music, laughter and the tilting of glasses as people celebrated. The scent of human bodies and booze filled his nostrils. He had to be hallucinating, hadn’t he? Maybe he had just fallen at sleep and was dreaming?

He tried raising back his head and opening one eye.

And what he saw was a couple drinking and laughing in the booth ahead of him, people danced to his left and one idiot stumbled completely wasted…lucky bastard, John desperately wanted to be him. But yeah, he had to be dreaming, it was the only possibility, he had fallen at sleep on that chair and any minute now he would wake up there to once again stare at the ceiling like he’d been doing for hours without end.

Hell, while he was there in that dream he could at least dream of a cold beer, right? So getting to his feet, he slide of the booth and moved towards the bar. On his way he saw a hot little brunette with a very nice ass. What the hell, it was just a dream, wasn’t it? So he reached out for a little squeeze…and his hand lingered there for a moment. That seemed so real…as did when she turned around and slapped his face and gave him a few choice curses before storming away. Heck, in his dreams, the women never turned him down.

He was…really there? How the hell did it happen? And why the hell he was wondering about how instead of getting drunk?

Reaching the bar, he said plainly to the bartender.
“Get me a cold beer.”

A beer? He was out and all he wanted was a beer?

“Fuck it, give me the strongest booze you have here. Make it a double, no a triple.”

The bartender nodded and placed a glass before him and pouring the brown swirl into it.
“Bad day?”

He nodded at the man.
“You have no freaking clue my friend.”

[elise]

"I know! I know.. I'm fuckin late! Don't say a damn word!", the female voice sound behind and to the side of the bartender, the scantily clad redhead throwing a leather jacket over a stool that rested behind the barand tilted her neck to one side then the other, popping hte joints there slowly and then lacing her fingers together and pushing out with them to crack her knuckles. The skin on the knuckles of her left hand abraided and red, slightly bloody as shestepped up to the bartender and took his towel off his shoulder.

Not even bothering to look up at the customers or see where she might be needed Elise moved to the ice holder, stabbing the scoop in hard and making the frosty cubes rattle as she drew them up and dropped them in the cupped towel, a few skittering across the floor where a booted foot crushed the closest one to make it melt faster and be less of a tripping hazard on the rough concrete floor.

The towel closed up and twisted she rested it on her knuckles with a hiss of pain, her expression carrying the rumble of thunderheads as she tossed he scoop back in and rested her hip against the bar.

As some guy approached the bar and stood there she just ignored him, tending her wound, wishing she had some of her grandmother's ointment on hand. Would make it heal fast and take the stinging pain away immediately. The guy cleared his throat and looked expectantly at her, drawing her attention, those cool eyes sliding to him and staring a moment. "You blind or something here? Do I look like I give a shit about what you want right now? Get the hel outta here." she snapped at the man and turned walking away. Was it any surprise that she had trouble keeping a job with her stellar customer service skills? Really?

Her footsteps carried her to the beer taps and she had to set the improvised ice pack down a moment to grab a mug, pulling a tall beer from it, the head foaming slow and lazy at the top. Bringing the mug to her lips she looked over the rim as she drank, her eyes meeting the tall, dark, drink of water across from her at the bar, drinking his triple whatever it was..wasn't that what she heard when she came in?

She held his gaze as she swallowed lazily, in no rush, no sense of common courtesy either as she never lowered or shifted her gaze. He looked rough and maybe just a little bit mean. Just her kind. No fear of that soft fluffy bullshit with those kinds. If she wanted romance she'd turn on a fucking Lifetime Movie. But then again, she never was the Lifetime type. She'd learned early in life that people were asssholes, just there to get what they wanted from ya then screw ya over in the end. Once their ego was stroked they usually had little use for the person doing the stroking.

Fuck that. She'd rather have something honest and gritty than a gilded screw over anyday.

Lowering the mug and licking her lips she set her mug on the counter and picked up the icy towel again, resting it on her knuckles. "You got a name?" she asked John as she leaned her elbows on the bar, knowing she was flashing cleavage, she wore these clothes for a reason. Bigger tips. Not to mention it threw people off, letting them thing she was just another ditzy, mouthy piece of ass. It was a good way to make them keep their defenses down giving her the upper hand when they underestimated her.

[John Sheppard]

Taking the glass in his hands, John eagerly brought it to his lips and knocking his head down a little felt the swirl go down his throat. He closed his eyes and smiled ever so slightly at the burning sensation it gave him as it went down. Ah that was too damn good! He wasn’t a pansy, so he took it down on one gulp. He was used to down stuff like that like it were water, but being a vampire now made it harder to get drunk.

Dammit.

He stood there for a few seconds, with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Somehow he had made it out in the big bad world when there weren’t jumpy soldiers looking at him funny like he was some monster. Well, maybe he was one now, but at least there was no one staring at him now, right?

Well, you know what? He was wrong.

Opening his eyes, he did get someone staring at him…but it wasn’t a stare he minded. She had fire in her eyes and was staring at him intently, not that ‘look away when he noticed her’ kind of crap. Yeah, he respected honesty and hated freaking games. Then now, he had always been a sucker for the direct approach…and the kind of assets she were flashing him as he peeked at her cleavage, and yeah, he was not subtle about it either.

There was something about this girl, if one wasn’t too distracted leering at all those dangerous curves on her, that told him she knew exactly what she was doing…well, almost, she probably didn’t knew she was approaching a crazy assed new vampire. But she knew very well she was addressing a male.

You know, if she was bait…like he and the team had used before to lure out the bad guys…well, he was going to wander into that trap. If anyone thought he was easy picking, they had another thing coming, and if not…well, it was worth the risk. He took another peek down her cleavage…yeah, very worth the risk.

John placed the glass down on the counter, motioned the bartender for a refill and turned his attention back to the redhead, giving her a smirk. “I got more than a name baby, question is: can you handle what I got?”

Yeah, he wasn’t the romantic kind, that was for sure. But then again, something told him neither one of them were the type who would day dream about the kind of romance you see in books or novels. It was all good for imagination and storytelling, but that kind of crap never happened on the real world. The real world was a mean, vampire eat people, world. And that was why John would take a good back alley action over any pansy touchy and feely stuff. Since Livie’s death he had let go of the idea of being a family guy, no, he lived life as it presented itself…even now that he was technically dead.

“People that know me, call me Bullseye. What about you?” He leaned away from the bar from the moment and peeked at her, “How should I call your sexy butt? Or should I just slap it?” he added with a teasing hint on his voice.