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The Vampire's Apprentice	By : Evilida44 Category: G through L > House Views: 1787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pillow Talk

House wasn't happy having to stay in Cabin 12 of the Sunshine Inn instead of the Ramada or the Holiday Inn, but practical considerations overruled comfort. The door to that unit was blocked from view by overgrown weeds, bushes and trees. Wilson, who was still covered in blood after his latest and most violent kill, could not be seen either from the road or from the motel office as he got out of their SUV. Cabin 12 was also the last cabin in line, furthest from the motel office and from the other guests at the inn, so that if Wilson had another bad dream, there would be no one around to hear him growl and whine in his sleep.
The cabin wasn't quite as bad as House had feared. It had been redecorated fairly recently in fifties retro style, to match the period of its construction. There was a sofa bed in the main room of the cabin and the usual clock radio, television, desk and dresser. There was a tiny kitchenette, an equally tiny bathroom, and a sleeping alcove with a queen-sized bed. At one point, there had probably been a curtain or a sliding door to give those sleeping in the alcove some privacy, but now it was open to the main room.
House decided to take the sofa bed since there wasn't a television in the alcove. He pulled out the bed, kicked off his shoes and got under the covers, still fully clothed. He felt exhausted. House turned on the television, while Wilson got their supplies from the SUV. Then Wilson went to take a shower.
There was blood caked in his hair and on his skin. Wilson stood under the hot shower, scrubbing himself with the gritty, flower-scented soap the inn provided. The cheap soap produced hardly any suds, and he couldn't get the blood from underneath his nails. No matter how hard he scrubbed, there was a thin red-brown crescent where his skin met the nail. Wilson stood under the spray until the water ran cold. He got out of the shower and, not bothering to dry himself, reached for his overnight bag. He took out a pair of nail clippers. He thought that his nails would be easier to clean if they were shorter. Unfortunately, the clippers broke on the first try.
Wilson looked into the bathroom mirror. Normally, he avoided mirrors. But after what he had done that evening, he needed to see what a mirror would show him. Instead of his reflection, there was a swirl of darkness. Wilson believed that it was an image of the evil within him. Had that image changed since the last time he'd been brave enough to look at it? Was that swirl any darker? He couldn't tell. He leaned forward to peer deeper into the glass.
Because he was a vampire, Wilson did not feel any guilt for killing to survive. He did have an intellectual understanding of right and wrong, however. He wasn't an animal; he was capable of moral reasoning. Wilson tried to kill humanely. He did not want his prey to feel afraid or to suffer any pain that could be avoided.
That night, he had broken all his rules. His victim had suffered horribly, and Wilson had relished the fear he saw in his eyes, because it made him feel powerful. Wilson had been trying to be an ethical vampire, an impossible creature, but his true nature had prevailed at last.
"Wilson, what's taking you so long?" House called out from the other room. "Hurry up and get out here. You haven't covered the windows yet."
Wilson turned away from the mirror.

Wilson came out of the bathroom. His feet were bare and he was wearing t-shirt and pyjama bottoms. His dark brown eyes peered out from under his too-long, dripping wet hair. House thought he looked like a child caught doing mischief.
"I tried to get the blood out from under my nails, but I can't," Wilson said. "I want to trim them short, but my clippers broke. I need the kind vets use on cats and dogs."
"Vampires don't clip their nails," House said.
"Did the Professor tell you that?" Wilson asked.
He walked over to the plastic bag containing their supplies and took out the aluminum foil and duct tape. He began working on the first of the windows.
"Your fingernails are a weapon," House said. "You need them."
"I can hunt without them. All they're good for is protecting myself against other vampires. You and the Professor are the only other vampires I know, and either one of you could kill me any time you want anyway. They just get in the way when I want to do the laundry or use a cellphone. They don't make hanging up tin foil any easier either."
House directed a look of annoyance at Wilson's back.
"Clipping your nails won't make you any less a vampire. You could pull out your fangs and file down your teeth and that still wouldn't change what you are."
"I know what I am," Wilson said.
He'd finished the first window, and began sealing the door with duct tape.
"Yes, but you don't like being what you are. You'd rather pretend to be human than be yourself."
Wilson finished sealing the gap underneath the door and got to his feet.
He said, "Would you please help me with the rest of the windows? The sun's going to come up any minute now, and I've got three more windows to go. I know it's my job, and I know I didn't do my fair share of the driving tonight..."
"and you started late because you took a long shower and used up all the hot water," House added.
"but would you help me anyway?"
Reluctantly, House got out of bed and grabbed a roll of aluminum foil from their supplies.

House woke up when he heard Wilson calling out in his sleep. Another bad dream. House got out of his bed and went across the room. Wilson was thrashing about, fighting some enemy that existed only within his dream. The last time House had woken Wilson from a nightmare, the other vampire had slashed him with his nails, so this time House was cautious. He went to the refrigerator in the kitchenette and took out the bottle of water that the inn's management kindly provided its guests. Standing back, he poured the cold water over the sleeping vampire to wake him up.
Wilson sputtered. House had saved him from the Professor, who haunted his dreams, but he didn't appreciate the method House used. He glared at the other vampire, but House had already turned around and was heading back to his own bed. Fortunately for Wilson, he didn't see the dirty look his subordinate gave him.
Wilson took off his wet clothes, and rummaged through his overnight bag, looking for something else to wear. Finally, he found a not particularly clean t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The sweatpants were too long and a bit tight around the waist, so he thought that they were probably House's and he'd mixed them up with his things by mistake. He hoped House wouldn't notice.
Wilson's bedding was soaked, and he didn't want to sleep on the floor. He got into bed with House. House growled, low in his throat, angry at this unasked-for invasion of his territory. He rose up over Wilson, teeth bared, and gripped both his arms. Wilson lifted up his head, exposing his neck in a gesture of submission. House bent low, grazing his sharp fangs against Wilson's neck. Wilson didn't move. He shut his eyes, and after a moment House released him. Wilson, who had been holding his breath, sighed in relief.
"You owe me," House said.
"I'm sorry," Wilson said. "I should have asked your permission."
"I'm not talking about letting you sleep in my bed," House said. "I could have left you in that alley to fend for yourself. I could have killed you, but I decided to save you instead. You haven't thanked me."
"I'm grateful for what you did," Wilson said. "Thank you."
"Good," House said, and he pulled the other vampire closer to him.
Wilson squirmed. Sleeping on the floor was becoming a more attractive alternative every second. House's body was pressed against his, and he could feel his erection. House began to rub against Wilson, thrusting with a slow steady rhythm, and Wilson froze.
"Relax," House whispered into his ear. "I'm not going to hurt you. I need this."
Wilson could feel House's breath on his neck. House had been holding him very tight, but his grip loosened.
"You owe me," House repeated, "Okay?"
House waited until Wilson nodded before he resumed. After a moment, House felt Wilson's tight muscles relax. Wilson even began to move against House, helping him along. It felt good, but the layers of clothing between them frustrated House.
When Wilson felt House tugging at his clothing, he panicked. He flailed against House, making a frantic effort to escape. Cursing, House let Wilson go.
"Damn it, Wilson," House said. "I wasn't going to rape you. You don't have to act like a nervous virgin on her wedding night."
Wilson was crying. Again.
Nothing about being a vampire came easily to Wilson. Ever since he had been initiated, Wilson had been emotionally volatile, subject to extreme highs and lows. When he'd been in love with Wilson, House had been quite indulgent when the other vampire was weepy. He would kiss and hug him when he had one of his crying spells until Wilson would forget all about whatever was making him unhappy. However, House didn't love Wilson anymore, so he didn't have to do anything to comfort him. He could just roll over and go to sleep.
Instead, House sat up in bed. He did not look at Wilson. He turned on the television, and began clicking through the channels. He stopped when he found on an old episode of Magnum PI, a program he knew Wilson liked. Wilson had stopped crying by the time Higgins's brother showed up. House yawned as the final credits rolled. He quickly glanced over at Wilson, who had regained his composure. House turned off the television and shut his eyes.
"House," Wilson said.
"Yes."
"I've been thinking about Cuddy."
"What about her?" House asked, burying his head in the covers.
"You're picking her because you loved her when you were human. The same reason you picked me. How do you know that it will work out any better this time?
Maybe the Professor was right. He didn't pick you because he had feelings for you. He made you his apprentice because he knew you'd make a good vampire. Maybe you should do the same. Pick someone you know would make a good vampire." "
Picking me didn't work out too well for the Professor," said House.
"Thirteen would make a good vampire. You'd only have to ask her. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance because of the Huntington's. And she's very self-absorbed, and you said a good vampire is selfish."
"Why do want me to pick Thirteen? You don't even like her, but you want to spend the rest of eternity with her. Yes, she's sexy, but so is Cuddy, and she's not as annoyingly smug."
"I'm not going to be around anyway," Wilson said. "I know you're going to leave me by the side of the road once you've found your new companion. That or kill me."
"I told you I wasn't going to kill you," House said.
"If not Thirteen, how about Foreman, then? He's like you. He has the same arrogance and he doesn't care about other people's feelings. Good vampire qualities."
"And he's a sharp dresser. Looks damned good in a suit," House said.
"Always a plus."
"I could even make both of them vampires. Have a vampire threeway going on."
"If that's what you want."
"So you don't care that I plan to replace you."
"Of course I care," Wilson said.
"You just don't want your replacement to be Cuddy. You're jealous of her. First she gets a daughter, the family you always wanted, and now she gets me."
"It's not jealousy. No matter what we say, she's going to refuse to become one of us. I'll try to convince her, but I don't know whether I'll find the words. I hate being a vampire, and she'll be able to tell I'm lying."
"Even when you were human, no one could tell when you were lying," House said, "not even me."
"There's Rachel too. Cuddy isn't going to want to leave Rachel."
"Don't tell me you care about Rachel."
"I don't care about her, and neither do you, but Cuddy is still human. Cuddy cares about her. She's not going to leave her behind. She'll refuse for Rachel's sake."
"We could bring her along. Tell Cuddy we'll raise her and make her into a vampire when she's old enough."
"That's ridiculous," Wilson said. "Rachel would be a pet rather than a daughter. Vampires and humans can't love each other. There's a huge gap between what we are and what they are. Sometimes I think I'm on the wrong side of the gap, but at least I know it's there."
"So you must think I can't love Cuddy because she's human."
"I think you remember loving her when you both were human, and you will love her again when you're both vampires. Except I think she's going to refuse, and we're going to have to kill her. I don't want to do that. Killing strangers is hard enough."
"Who's Hennessy?"
"The man you killed a few hours ago. The one whose blood is under your fingernails.
You never bother learning their names. You think that combing their hair and closing their eyes is enough. As if a pretty corpse matters to the relatives they've left behind. Though Hennessy wasn't very pretty..."
"Don't, House."
"Don't what? Don't mention the way you ripped that man to shreds like a feral dog? You tore out his throat and bit off his penis. You think I didn't notice that? You're the one who's always talking about giving people merciful deaths. Hennessy's death didn't look very merciful to me."
"I lost control."
"Not a good enough excuse, Wilson."
"I know."
"What if you lose control when I'm not around to look after you?"
Wilson was silent for a moment. His suspicions had been confirmed. House intended to leave him as soon as he initiated his new companion. Wilson would be alone in the world.
"Just consider, House. Anyone but Cuddy..."
"Cameron then."
"You're joking."
"Of course I'm joking. Cameron would make a worse vampire than you. Now, shut up and let me sleep."
"Good night, House."
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