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The lights are dimmed and the only sounds surrounding the room are the sounds of the machines that are keeping time to the beat of the life of the man in the bed. The beeping of the heart monitor coupled with the swoosh of the ventilator as it forces the life into this man's tortured body are accompanied by the rolling of his eyes as he dreams. Some would want to know what dreams might be going through his head right now... Or what nightmares are haunting him. After what he'd been through, the Lord God only knows which.
She was seated in a chair by his bed, her hand wrapped gently around his as she rested her head on her arm, only appearing to sleep. She breathed slowly and every now and then she would give his hand a soft squeeze as if willing him to open his eyes. She knew she shouldn’t wish that. Especially since the doctors told her that he needed to stay in the medically induced coma until he was more healed. But she couldn't stop the desire to see his eyes open and smiling again.
She knew that outside of the door to the room, the Slayers were keeping watch. She knew that outside of the Intensive Care Unit they were in, Raynin and Jeremiah's friends kept vigilant watch over the grounds to ensure that no one that wasn't supposed to come in could get to him. She was grateful for the help. She knew that if she could have stayed by his side until he was better, she would have. But fate had other plans for her. She had to head off to New York City in a few hours so she could prepare for the upcoming match against the Angel Clan. But she wanted to stay right where she was so she could make sure he was safe.
She moved the chair closer and gently ran her fingers through his messy hair which had grown long during his captivity. She was careful to avoid the still bandaged wounds on his face and forehead, but she just had to touch him to make sure he was still there.
As if on cue, she felt that familiar tugging on her senses. She knew she was about to have a visitor, and it was one she desperately wanted to see right now. But she was torn between ensuring the care of the man in the bed in front of her, and enjoying the embrace of the man she was coming to cherish.
As the door opened softly, she inhaled the scent coming from behind her and let it go slowly.
"Bonjour ma coeur. I was just thinking about you."
She heard him watching her as she gently brushed the injured man's hair from his head.
"Were you really? That's not what your emotions said a few moments ago."
She turned and looked at him with a curious tilt of her head and chuckles softly.
"Dmitri... Are you pouting?"
She saw him straighten himself up and shake his head.
"No, I'm not pouting. I'm just saying... I felt the love for Michael flowing off of you like a tidal wave. And I have to admit... I don't like it."
She watches him, glowering at the injured man in the bed and she shakes her head, striding slowly over towards him, placing her hand in his.
"Of course I love Michael. He's my friend. Or he was my friend. I wouldn't take anyone as a lover or a food source if there was not love in my heart for them."
She watches him visibly shrink at hearing her words, and her exclamation of love for another man.
"I see. Maybe I should just..."
She raises her hand and places her finger on his lips, stopping him before he can say another word.
"Loving someone and being IN love with someone are two totally different things. Don't let your fear and jealousy blind you from the truth of my feelings."
He growls and shakes his head, leaning it back in frustration.
"I just don't get it!! He' lied to you!! He cheated on you!! He took everything you had and he crushed it beneath his foot, and yet you're still devoted to him! Why?!! Why can't you just see that..."
She cocks her head to the side curiously again, not being goaded by his anger.
"Why can't I see what, Dmitri?"
He takes a huge breath and holds it for a long while, then he just lets it go in a huge rush.
"Why can't you just see that I should be the one you're devoted to??! Why can't you just love me?!!"
She finally can't take it anymore, and she bursts out laughing. She can see him getting a defeated look on his face, and a wall starts to come down between them, but she suddenly grabs his cheeks and kisses him deeply. When she does, she pours all of the emotions she is feeling for him into that one kiss as she slips her tongue between his lips. She can feel her heart pounding in her ears and she moans softly against his mouth as he wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up closer to him. He growls softly as he slides his hands up and down her back as he holds her close.
When she finally pulls away from him, she takes his hand and lifts it to her lips, kissing his fingertips before she places his hand over her heart and shakes her head slowly.
"I wasn't laughing at you, ma Coeur. I was laughing at how silly it was that you would think that. How could you not see or feel how I felt about you? It should have been obvious."
He shakes his head and sighs heavily.
"I still have Ekaterina in my head sometimes. She keeps telling me that I will fail at gaining that which I want the most, which is you."
She smirks and shakes her head slowly.
"But you already have me."
He sighs heavily and runs his fingers through her hair slowly.
"I still don't know what manner of magic brought us together. Maybe Morganna laid some kind of spell or something, but I'm glad that she did. You mean so much to me Damia."
She shakes her head and sighs heavily.
"I told you. It's fate working it's magic on us. I did more digging into what you told me about Ekaterina. You know how she claims to be an ancient. But she's not. Not really. In order to be an Ancient, she would have to be thousands of years old."
Dmitri shakes his head and sighs.
"So, she's still lying to me?"
She nods and walks over to her bag, pulling out a book with a strange symbol on the front. She brings it and puts it in his hands.
"She lied to you about so much. This is a history of the Ancients. You're considered an Ancient if you're descended from the bloodline of the Ancients. Not by biting, but born descendants are considered Ancients. The royal lines of Vampires were descendants of the Ancients. Each descendant had an innate natural supernatural gift which made them special. The lines that the scientist believe I'm descended from were daywalkers, and berserkers."
He frowned and took the from her hands, starting to flip through the pages.
"Berserkers? What do you mean berserkers?"
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
"You know how I get when I get really hungry?"
He nodded slowly and she swallowed before continuing.
"Well, berserkers were known for their insatiable blood lust. When they got hungry, they wouldn’t just feed, they would turn into these monstrous beasts and go stark raving mad, until they'd drunk their fill. The day walkers had the ability to survive off of human food. They could exist as humans, even after their first death."
He frowned and looked at her.
"First death? What do you mean by first death? All vampires die to become what they are!"
She shakes her head and sighs heavily.
"Apparently not the daywalkers. They were true living vampires. The lived and stopped aging physically when their bodies hit age thirty five. But they are alive until they are killed, or die of natural causes, then their vampire genes kick in and give them a second life. It's why I'm like I am. The geneticists confirmed it. I'm of the royal line. They want to get samples of my family members to see if it's from my mother's side or my father's."
She walks over and strokes his cheek.
"It's why I'm always so warm, and my heart beats so fast when I'm around you."
She kisses him and sighs softly, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens again, until she hears the soft gagging behind her. She suddenly turns and sees Michael staring at the pair of them. He's pointing at them, and the look in his eyes is one of rage. She gasps and leans back in Dmitri's arms as Michael's machines start beeping like mad. She suddenly runs over and grabs his hand.
"Michael?! Michael, are you ok?!!"
He pulls his hand from hers and collapses back on the bed as nurses and doctors come running in and push the pair of vampires out of the room. The shot zooms in on the doctors working on Michael as the scene fades out.
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