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sparrow015Title: Sanguine Lineage [2/3]
Series: Halloween Fic
Author: Sparrow
Fandom: Magnificent Seven: ATF and Dracula
Characters: Team Seven, Ella Gaines
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven or Dracula in any way, shape or form. Any original characters, I do own.
Spoilers: Basic understanding of the Magnificent Seven ATF universe created by MOG and Dracula by Bram Stoker.
Author’s Note: I would like to thank![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strangevisitor7 for the wonderful beta, tygermama, winks7985, egorstandish and jennytork for the wonderful words and encouragement, otherwise I never would’ve gotten this fic finished in time to send it off to the beta and then post it. lol I hope everyone who reads this fic, enjoys!
Summary: What will Team Seven do when one of their adversaries is granted with power from an ancient source.
Chris gently traced his fingers down Ella’s chin as she smiled at him. He loved the shape of her face.
Leaning forward, he peppered her skin with light kisses from his lips.
Hearing her soft moan of pleasure, he continued working the skin at the hollow of her throat. He barely felt her face move and work on his own neck.
Suddenly there was such bliss in his entire being as Ella’s sharpened teeth pierced his skin and secreted a special drug that induced pleasure.
He held her more tightly as she drank from his blood, greedily.
Hazel-green coloured eyes shot open in the dark and Chris panted heavily.
What the hell was that?
Bringing his hand up to his neck, Chris didn’t feel any wetness and he groaned when he felt some sort of stickiness in his bed.
Great, coming off like I was damned, fifteen years old again! And to Ella Gaines, ugh.
Events of the previous night entered his mind and the thoughts weighed heavily.
JD drinking blood from Buck, who still hadn’t woken up yet, and kidnapped Vin. Josiah's reasoning didn't sit right with him though he knew on one level it was the only explanation that fit all the evidence.
Groaning in frustration, Chris showered and changed quickly. Heading downstairs, he could smell the coffee.
Papers were strewn about the kitchen table as Chris watched Josiah scan the information in front of him.
“Anything?” Chris asked as he helped himself to his own cup of coffee.
“There so much vampire lore out there, it’s hard to make sense of it all,” Josiah sighed. “The most I could come up with is, somehow, JD has become part of the Dracula line.”
“Dracula?” Chris asked incredulously. “Like Vlad the Impaler, Dracula line?”
“The very one,” Josiah sighed. “I found some reports about a museum who had reportedly Vlad the Impaler artefacts and one of them were a set of combs belonging to his ‘brides’.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Josiah continued on. “The combs were used in bloodletting rituals between Dracula and his brides.”
“So, the blood of Dracula was on these combs, then,” Chris stated as he took a seat next to Josiah.
“That’s my guess.”
“Then who ever had these combs was somehow infected with the Dracula blood and turned JD,” Chris said, finished the hypothesis.
“The questions now to ask is who and why,” Josiah said. “Someone with a grudge against us, I’m guessing.”
“Well that narrows it down,” Chris said sarcastically.
Nathan and Ezra shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed their own coffee cups as Chris and Josiah filled them in on what the older man had found.
“Wonderful,” Ezra groused. “Just what we need for the likes of one of our previous villains to be gifted with the supernatural.”
They glanced at the information on the table and Ezra’s nimble fingers caught one of the sheets that had a picture of the brides on it.
“Gentlemen, Dracula had three brides, correct?” he asked.
“That’s right, Ez,” Josiah agreed. “What are you thinking?”
“That this current incarnation of Dracula might need his own brides,” Ezra surmised.
“And what? JD is one of these brides?” Nathan asked incredulously.
“It is a very real possibility, especially if this version of Dracula is one of our previous villains,” Ezra said and then his eyes widened. “JD captured Vin. What if Vin is to become one of these brides as well.”
“But the brides are just that, brides – female,” Nathan insisted.
“Then whoever Dracula is, whoever stole the combs must be female,” Chris pointed out. “And she needs grooms.”
“One of us could be next,” Nathan whispered.
“That’s not going to happen,” Chris stated firmly.
Grabbing the sheet of paper from Ezra, Josiah looked at Nathan. “How’s Buck doing?”
“Still unresponsive,” Nathan sighed as he sipped at his coffee. “Whatever JD did to him it’s sent him into a deep sleep.”
“Not a coma?” Chris asked.
Nathan shook his head no. “His eyes are fluttering underneath his eyelids; it’s a deep REM sleep.”
“Shit,” Chris muttered.
Buck was laying down in one of the many spare rooms of the ranch house and it hurt Chris to see his oldest friend like that. He wanted to hurt JD for doing that to Buck, but knew it wasn’t JD’s fault. The kid wasn’t himself. He could only hope that there was something that could be done to restore the younger agent and Buck.
He didn’t even want to think about the next time he saw Vin. If what Josiah and Ezra surmised was true, he didn’t want to see his friend a twisted mockery of himself.
The others were huddled over the information on the kitchen table and Chris headed over to look in on Buck.
The moustached man had a thin sheen of sweat on his face. Chris put his coffee on the nightstand and grabbed the washcloth left in the basin and gently mopped Buck’s forehead.
“It’s going to be okay, Buck,” Chris whispered. “I’m going to make things right.”
A hand shot out and gripped Chris’s wrist tightly. Buck’s eyes opened.
“Chris...gotta help...JD,” Buck whispered and moaned in pain as he shifted under the sheets. “Not his fault...”
“I know, Buck, I know,” Chris replied. “You need to rest.”
“Feel so damned tired,” Buck sighed.
“That would be the blood loss talking,” Chris chuckled.
“Ah yes,” Buck replied and smiled. “Damn kid hypnotized me or something, somehow.” He then frowned at Chris. “What the hell is going on here, Big Dog?”
Taking a breath, Chris filled Buck in on what happened and what they discovered.
“Damn,” Buck breathed. “We gotta find ‘em, Chris!” He struggled to sit up. “We gotta find ‘em and get ‘em cured somehow!”
“We will, Buck, we will,” Chris said as he tried to get Buck back into bed. But the blood loss proved to be Buck’s undoing and the man fell back asleep in Chris’s arms.
Tucking his friend back under the covers, Chris sighed and then turned his head to the doorway.
“What do you want, Ezra?”
“Nathan wants to get some medical supplies to treat Buck and I fear we need some food. Your cupboards are quite bare.”
“I see,” Chris breathed. “Grab Nathan and head to the offices. Travis isn’t expecting us in for a few days while we chase our ‘leads’.”
Nodding, Ezra slipped out of the bedroom, grabbed the keys and left the ranch without telling Nathan he was supposed to come.
Ezra knew he’d get hell for it later on, but Chris was taking care of Buck and Nathan was pouring over the information with Josiah. He could do this small task quickly.
In no time at all, Nathan’s medical supplies were gathered and the food gotten from a local grocery store as well as a few pizza’s for them to get through the rest of the day.
It was well mid-afternoon and there was an overcast in the sky.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Ezra manoeuvred the ATF van in and out of traffic at a leisurely pace.
“Jeeze, Ez, you drive like an old lady. You’d think because you drive a Jag, you’d really be hitting the gas pedal.”
“Shit!” Startled Ezra jerked the wheel swerving the van into oncoming traffic, recovering quickly he jeked the van back onto the proper lane. He glanced toward the passenger seat to see JD grinning at him.
“That was great!” JD laughed as he slapped his thigh. “You should’ve seen your face!”
“JD,” Ezra breathed.
“Hey, Ezra! How’ve you been?”
“Can’t complain, other than you know, you snatching Vin up like that.” Ezra shrugged as he kept one eye on the road and one eye on JD. “How are you outside?”
“My kind isn’t killed by sunlight. My mistress wanted Vin,” JD sighed. “She is Mistress and Mother all rolled into one.”
“I suppose I am next to be snatched?” Ezra asked.
JD tapped his nose. “Right on the money, Ez.”
“You do realize I’ll fight you,” Ezra stated seriously.
“It’ll make you taste so much sweeter to her,” JD sighed wistfully.
Ezra pulled his gun out of his holster and quickly fired upon JD. Sensing the bullet, JD neatly dodged it as it shattered the glass window behind him and lunged forward, grabbing the wheel of the van.
The van itself swerved to the side, nearly hitting several cars as it wavered all over the lanes of the city streets. After a few minutes it rolled to a stop on the curb.
~~~
Ezra groaned as he slowly came to and tried to move.
Green eyes opened to a slightly darkened room. Looking around, he realized he was chained to the wall and he had no give at all. Not even to reach his lock picks.
Glancing around, his eyes fell on a four corner post bed and saw the prone form of Vin on top of the black sheets. JD was curled up beside the sharpshooter, fingers threading through the slightly curly hair.
“Vin!” Ezra whispered. “Wake up, Tanner!”
But Vin did not move.
JD lazily lifted his head to glare at Ezra, bare his fangs and hiss at the conman.
“Now, now my pet,” A woman’s voice purred in Ezra’s right ear. “It does you no good to hiss at your new brother.”
“Yes, Mistress,” JD replied, bowing his head. Ignoring the two, he went back to playing with Vin’s hair.
Ezra stilled and then turned his head toward the woman’s voice.
She had very dark brown hair, almost black and her eyes were a dark chocolate brown. She brought her hand up and traced a pattern on his cheek with her fingernail.
He let her touch him as he stared at her with contempt and anger.
“Such a fierce some look there, Ezra.”
“You have me at a disadvantage here, madam,” Ezra spat out.
She smiled at him. “My name is Ella Gaines, but soon, it shall be Mistress.”
“You’re the one who stole the Dracula combs,” Ezra stated.
Ella hummed an agreement noise as she continued to trace his cheek.
Ezra’s green eyes went wide. He knew of Ella Gaines. He knew what she did to Chris.
“JD has told me so much about you and Vin, I knew I had to make you mine,” Ella grinned. “When Chris comes to me, we shall all be one big happy family.”
“You’re deluded,” Ezra stated calmly. “There is no way Chris will be with you.”
“I’ve already begun to make him mine,” Ella smiled. “And now so shall you.”
Ezra braced himself as Ella lowered her head and bit his neck. Wincing, he felt his blood leave him and he became light-headed, but at the same time it felt pleasant.
A cut wrist was presented in front of his mouth and he managed to move his face away from the appendage.
But soon it was shoved into his mouth and his throat rubbed as he was forced to drink it down.
It felt good and wrong at the same time, he tried to spit it out, but the wrist was insistent and more blood was rubbed down his throat. Soon, Ezra found himself pushing against the skin of the wrist, eager for more of the blood.
His green eyes glazed over as the wrist was removed and Ezra slowly died, chained to the wall.
Smiling to herself, Ella removed Ezra Standish’s body from the wall and placed him gently on the bed with Vin and JD.
JD moved so he was in between Vin and Ezra, curling up beside both of them. Content in the knowledge he would soon have two new blood brothers and then they would gather the others.
Walking out of the room, Ella smirked to herself.
Soon, soon Chris will be mine and mine alone.
END PART 2.
Part 1 // Part 3
Series: Halloween Fic
Author: Sparrow
Fandom: Magnificent Seven: ATF and Dracula
Characters: Team Seven, Ella Gaines
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven or Dracula in any way, shape or form. Any original characters, I do own.
Spoilers: Basic understanding of the Magnificent Seven ATF universe created by MOG and Dracula by Bram Stoker.
Author’s Note: I would like to thank
strangevisitor7 for the wonderful beta, tygermama, winks7985, egorstandish and jennytork for the wonderful words and encouragement, otherwise I never would’ve gotten this fic finished in time to send it off to the beta and then post it. lol I hope everyone who reads this fic, enjoys!Summary: What will Team Seven do when one of their adversaries is granted with power from an ancient source.
Chris gently traced his fingers down Ella’s chin as she smiled at him. He loved the shape of her face.
Leaning forward, he peppered her skin with light kisses from his lips.
Hearing her soft moan of pleasure, he continued working the skin at the hollow of her throat. He barely felt her face move and work on his own neck.
Suddenly there was such bliss in his entire being as Ella’s sharpened teeth pierced his skin and secreted a special drug that induced pleasure.
He held her more tightly as she drank from his blood, greedily.
Hazel-green coloured eyes shot open in the dark and Chris panted heavily.
What the hell was that?
Bringing his hand up to his neck, Chris didn’t feel any wetness and he groaned when he felt some sort of stickiness in his bed.
Great, coming off like I was damned, fifteen years old again! And to Ella Gaines, ugh.
Events of the previous night entered his mind and the thoughts weighed heavily.
JD drinking blood from Buck, who still hadn’t woken up yet, and kidnapped Vin. Josiah's reasoning didn't sit right with him though he knew on one level it was the only explanation that fit all the evidence.
Groaning in frustration, Chris showered and changed quickly. Heading downstairs, he could smell the coffee.
Papers were strewn about the kitchen table as Chris watched Josiah scan the information in front of him.
“Anything?” Chris asked as he helped himself to his own cup of coffee.
“There so much vampire lore out there, it’s hard to make sense of it all,” Josiah sighed. “The most I could come up with is, somehow, JD has become part of the Dracula line.”
“Dracula?” Chris asked incredulously. “Like Vlad the Impaler, Dracula line?”
“The very one,” Josiah sighed. “I found some reports about a museum who had reportedly Vlad the Impaler artefacts and one of them were a set of combs belonging to his ‘brides’.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Josiah continued on. “The combs were used in bloodletting rituals between Dracula and his brides.”
“So, the blood of Dracula was on these combs, then,” Chris stated as he took a seat next to Josiah.
“That’s my guess.”
“Then who ever had these combs was somehow infected with the Dracula blood and turned JD,” Chris said, finished the hypothesis.
“The questions now to ask is who and why,” Josiah said. “Someone with a grudge against us, I’m guessing.”
“Well that narrows it down,” Chris said sarcastically.
Nathan and Ezra shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed their own coffee cups as Chris and Josiah filled them in on what the older man had found.
“Wonderful,” Ezra groused. “Just what we need for the likes of one of our previous villains to be gifted with the supernatural.”
They glanced at the information on the table and Ezra’s nimble fingers caught one of the sheets that had a picture of the brides on it.
“Gentlemen, Dracula had three brides, correct?” he asked.
“That’s right, Ez,” Josiah agreed. “What are you thinking?”
“That this current incarnation of Dracula might need his own brides,” Ezra surmised.
“And what? JD is one of these brides?” Nathan asked incredulously.
“It is a very real possibility, especially if this version of Dracula is one of our previous villains,” Ezra said and then his eyes widened. “JD captured Vin. What if Vin is to become one of these brides as well.”
“But the brides are just that, brides – female,” Nathan insisted.
“Then whoever Dracula is, whoever stole the combs must be female,” Chris pointed out. “And she needs grooms.”
“One of us could be next,” Nathan whispered.
“That’s not going to happen,” Chris stated firmly.
Grabbing the sheet of paper from Ezra, Josiah looked at Nathan. “How’s Buck doing?”
“Still unresponsive,” Nathan sighed as he sipped at his coffee. “Whatever JD did to him it’s sent him into a deep sleep.”
“Not a coma?” Chris asked.
Nathan shook his head no. “His eyes are fluttering underneath his eyelids; it’s a deep REM sleep.”
“Shit,” Chris muttered.
Buck was laying down in one of the many spare rooms of the ranch house and it hurt Chris to see his oldest friend like that. He wanted to hurt JD for doing that to Buck, but knew it wasn’t JD’s fault. The kid wasn’t himself. He could only hope that there was something that could be done to restore the younger agent and Buck.
He didn’t even want to think about the next time he saw Vin. If what Josiah and Ezra surmised was true, he didn’t want to see his friend a twisted mockery of himself.
The others were huddled over the information on the kitchen table and Chris headed over to look in on Buck.
The moustached man had a thin sheen of sweat on his face. Chris put his coffee on the nightstand and grabbed the washcloth left in the basin and gently mopped Buck’s forehead.
“It’s going to be okay, Buck,” Chris whispered. “I’m going to make things right.”
A hand shot out and gripped Chris’s wrist tightly. Buck’s eyes opened.
“Chris...gotta help...JD,” Buck whispered and moaned in pain as he shifted under the sheets. “Not his fault...”
“I know, Buck, I know,” Chris replied. “You need to rest.”
“Feel so damned tired,” Buck sighed.
“That would be the blood loss talking,” Chris chuckled.
“Ah yes,” Buck replied and smiled. “Damn kid hypnotized me or something, somehow.” He then frowned at Chris. “What the hell is going on here, Big Dog?”
Taking a breath, Chris filled Buck in on what happened and what they discovered.
“Damn,” Buck breathed. “We gotta find ‘em, Chris!” He struggled to sit up. “We gotta find ‘em and get ‘em cured somehow!”
“We will, Buck, we will,” Chris said as he tried to get Buck back into bed. But the blood loss proved to be Buck’s undoing and the man fell back asleep in Chris’s arms.
Tucking his friend back under the covers, Chris sighed and then turned his head to the doorway.
“What do you want, Ezra?”
“Nathan wants to get some medical supplies to treat Buck and I fear we need some food. Your cupboards are quite bare.”
“I see,” Chris breathed. “Grab Nathan and head to the offices. Travis isn’t expecting us in for a few days while we chase our ‘leads’.”
Nodding, Ezra slipped out of the bedroom, grabbed the keys and left the ranch without telling Nathan he was supposed to come.
Ezra knew he’d get hell for it later on, but Chris was taking care of Buck and Nathan was pouring over the information with Josiah. He could do this small task quickly.
In no time at all, Nathan’s medical supplies were gathered and the food gotten from a local grocery store as well as a few pizza’s for them to get through the rest of the day.
It was well mid-afternoon and there was an overcast in the sky.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Ezra manoeuvred the ATF van in and out of traffic at a leisurely pace.
“Jeeze, Ez, you drive like an old lady. You’d think because you drive a Jag, you’d really be hitting the gas pedal.”
“Shit!” Startled Ezra jerked the wheel swerving the van into oncoming traffic, recovering quickly he jeked the van back onto the proper lane. He glanced toward the passenger seat to see JD grinning at him.
“That was great!” JD laughed as he slapped his thigh. “You should’ve seen your face!”
“JD,” Ezra breathed.
“Hey, Ezra! How’ve you been?”
“Can’t complain, other than you know, you snatching Vin up like that.” Ezra shrugged as he kept one eye on the road and one eye on JD. “How are you outside?”
“My kind isn’t killed by sunlight. My mistress wanted Vin,” JD sighed. “She is Mistress and Mother all rolled into one.”
“I suppose I am next to be snatched?” Ezra asked.
JD tapped his nose. “Right on the money, Ez.”
“You do realize I’ll fight you,” Ezra stated seriously.
“It’ll make you taste so much sweeter to her,” JD sighed wistfully.
Ezra pulled his gun out of his holster and quickly fired upon JD. Sensing the bullet, JD neatly dodged it as it shattered the glass window behind him and lunged forward, grabbing the wheel of the van.
The van itself swerved to the side, nearly hitting several cars as it wavered all over the lanes of the city streets. After a few minutes it rolled to a stop on the curb.
~~~
Ezra groaned as he slowly came to and tried to move.
Green eyes opened to a slightly darkened room. Looking around, he realized he was chained to the wall and he had no give at all. Not even to reach his lock picks.
Glancing around, his eyes fell on a four corner post bed and saw the prone form of Vin on top of the black sheets. JD was curled up beside the sharpshooter, fingers threading through the slightly curly hair.
“Vin!” Ezra whispered. “Wake up, Tanner!”
But Vin did not move.
JD lazily lifted his head to glare at Ezra, bare his fangs and hiss at the conman.
“Now, now my pet,” A woman’s voice purred in Ezra’s right ear. “It does you no good to hiss at your new brother.”
“Yes, Mistress,” JD replied, bowing his head. Ignoring the two, he went back to playing with Vin’s hair.
Ezra stilled and then turned his head toward the woman’s voice.
She had very dark brown hair, almost black and her eyes were a dark chocolate brown. She brought her hand up and traced a pattern on his cheek with her fingernail.
He let her touch him as he stared at her with contempt and anger.
“Such a fierce some look there, Ezra.”
“You have me at a disadvantage here, madam,” Ezra spat out.
She smiled at him. “My name is Ella Gaines, but soon, it shall be Mistress.”
“You’re the one who stole the Dracula combs,” Ezra stated.
Ella hummed an agreement noise as she continued to trace his cheek.
Ezra’s green eyes went wide. He knew of Ella Gaines. He knew what she did to Chris.
“JD has told me so much about you and Vin, I knew I had to make you mine,” Ella grinned. “When Chris comes to me, we shall all be one big happy family.”
“You’re deluded,” Ezra stated calmly. “There is no way Chris will be with you.”
“I’ve already begun to make him mine,” Ella smiled. “And now so shall you.”
Ezra braced himself as Ella lowered her head and bit his neck. Wincing, he felt his blood leave him and he became light-headed, but at the same time it felt pleasant.
A cut wrist was presented in front of his mouth and he managed to move his face away from the appendage.
But soon it was shoved into his mouth and his throat rubbed as he was forced to drink it down.
It felt good and wrong at the same time, he tried to spit it out, but the wrist was insistent and more blood was rubbed down his throat. Soon, Ezra found himself pushing against the skin of the wrist, eager for more of the blood.
His green eyes glazed over as the wrist was removed and Ezra slowly died, chained to the wall.
Smiling to herself, Ella removed Ezra Standish’s body from the wall and placed him gently on the bed with Vin and JD.
JD moved so he was in between Vin and Ezra, curling up beside both of them. Content in the knowledge he would soon have two new blood brothers and then they would gather the others.
Walking out of the room, Ella smirked to herself.
Soon, soon Chris will be mine and mine alone.
END PART 2.
Part 1 // Part 3
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Date: 2009-10-31 05:16 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying the story tc! :D