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Reflections in Blood	By : JulieDoc Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 2338 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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5. In Heat
Hugo chuckled to himself despite the gravity of the situation that had brought them here. Ian had used what he could only have described as a wizard-Jedi mindtrick to get past the front desk with no questions. It was really rather amusing to see the vacuous look on the receptionist�s face.
The two of them practically raced to the elevator; levitation here involved too much illusion to hide it, though it was faster. And the vampire and the wizard rung for the lift, Hugo thought. It sounds like the set-up for a bad joke.

There wasn't any time for humor when they found the door they were seeking; Alan Rickman was already standing there. "How did he get here ahead of us?!"
"Who really knows how a vampire Lord does anything?" Ian shrugged. Hugo was really one of the fringe dwellers on the vampiric community, and had never been a part of a Lord's Court. All the same, the Master vampires tended to keep secrets even their Courts and wizards couldn't divine. "Hello, Alan," the wizard's voice was friendly enough, but his gaze was icy. "Still after Viggo, so I gather?"
"My encounter with the lovely Miranda was gratifying for both of us, but I find I haven't

fed my baser appetite for blood quite enough. Having caught Mr. Mortensen's thoughts before he left, I followed close behind. Still," Alan leaned almost bonelessly against the doorjamb, "I fear I'm too late."
"Sean's hurt him?! Or killed him?"
"No, poor fledgling, not as of yet, anyway. The dog . . ." then Alan caught Hugo's enraged glare, light flickering behind blue-grey eyes. He chuckled to himself, then corrected his language, "The werewolf is asleep, but I fear he's claimed your artist for his own, even if neither of them know it. A great pity, that. I think it would be sublime, delicious, to feel his blood washing over one�s fangs. The more interesting the person, I�ve always thought, the finer and sweeter the blood, and your Viggo is certainly that. Have you tasted it, Hugo? Could you bring yourself to hypnotize him, to make him want you for the bare second it would take to slide your fangs into that lovely neck? Would you want him to feel the pain of it, only to wipe it from him later, or would you anesthetize him completely, use your mind to coax him to tilt his head back for you?"
Hugo�s eyes were burning now, from anger and arousal both, the grey in them silvered, catching every stray bit of light in the hall. "I can�t believe you would think I could use any of them like that!" he snarled. The fact that his fangs had dropped signified that Alan�s words had done their work.
"A sip here and there is only a trifle, and quite worth it when the body is willing. Besides, it can lead to other . . . better things."
Hugo wanted to rip the smug look off the vampire Lord�s face, literally. Ian intervened before he could. Tiny motes of fire danced off Ian�s fingertips. Both of the vampires stepped back; fire was particularly dangerous to their kind, and Ian knew how to wield and control it. "Stop this. Hugo, you�re losing your temper over something that isn�t worth it. Alan, stop deliberately antagonizing Hugo, it doesn�t suit you."
"Purely testing Hugo, Ian, as I have been all night. I am in need . . ." he paused and his breath rushed out in a very pained sigh, "of more than one new Lieutenant in my Court. I wished to know your views on certain things, and anger was the easiest response to read." He smiled almost benignly at Hugo and the younger vampire stepped back another pace. "Ian is aware that I do very little real killing, though that may change, very, very soon. He is also aware that I do not hate the shape-changers, though I cannot speak so kindly of many at my Court. I needed to know where your morals lay, Mr. Weaving, and I have to say, I'm quite impressed. Such loyalty as you have to your friends is an asset to be coveted."
Hugo stood, dumbstruck, partially that he'd fallen for such manipulation, partially that Alan would use it. Ian spoke again before he had a chance to really react. "I've heard two or three of your spies had died recently, Alan, but not your confidantes or protectors? What happened?"
"They were killed with Hannah . . . by the Gil-Galad's branch in London. There, it's said. You have your answer as to where my stake is in this, Ian." Suddenly Alan looked very frail, and very human. "I never told you because I never thought it would get this far. I thought I could take my revenge on them, that they would disperse when they realized who they were dealing with. They've managed to evade me at every turn, dammit," he squeezed his hands together, wringing hard. "They must have Vigil, or ex-Vigil among them, because they knew our every weakness, and mine in particular. I never told you because I thought my resources were great enough to handle it. I thought I was stronger, but I'm not."
"You blame yourself."
"Why shouldn't I, Ian? I sparked the anger of these idiot mortals who think to raise a second "Middle Earth" by sending spies after them. I was far too curious about them, and was stupid to underestimate their cruelty, or their foolishness. When one he she spies I sent was found dead, I thought they�d been lucky, though, in hindsight, there really isn�t a way to kill a vampire with simple luck. I was selfish, selfishly resting through the day instead of using Sanguine to stay up," he spoke of a magickal elixir that many vampires used to endure sunlight. "That was only so I would be able to take my constitutional that night, to renew my power. She was my power, really, she's the one one who could put up with all my flaws . . . my ridiculous behavior, my bullshit." He smiled faintly, since the other two looked somewhat taken aback at his language. "I should have realized that no magick could compare to something like that, but I became greedy, and my worst instincts took over. When I woke later that night, looking forward to the moonlight and the cool air, I went looking for Hannah, because she liked to share it with me. They�d beheaded her, thinking she was like the rest of us, along with Angelique, and Christopher and Brendan. I know because they�d left their mark behind. I lost the best friend and lover I�ve had in nearly two-hundred years due to my pride. Please, Ian, don�t underestimate the Gil-Galad; they have just enough knowledge to be dangerous, and they have more than enough determination. Forgive me, I ask the both of you."
"There�s nothing to forgive, Alan," gingerly, the wizard embraced his old friend. "It least, not for me. It wasn�t me you slighted."
"Mr. Weaving, if you would accept my apology?"
"God,"o muo muttered tonelessly, then offered Alan a sip from his flask. Blood wasn't a cure-all, but the warmth that even chilleood ood could bring would be soothing. Wordlessly, Alan crossed to Hugo, shadows coalescing behind him in order to conceal his actions to anyone who might pass by. Whether it was something done by Alan or Ian, Hugo couldn't tell; the presence of both of them put his senses off more than a little.
"One more liberty, if I may," the soft tones suddenly released cool breath against Hugo's neck. "I prefer this, wouldn't you?" It had been years since Hugo had encountered one of his own kind, let alone given his blood to one. His breathing quickened.
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