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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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Ill Met by Moonlight
Wilson had driven the whole distance from New York to Princeton without a single comment from House about his driving. Nothing at all about being passed by skateboarders or old ladies on scooters. Lost in his own thoughts, House hardly even grumbled when Wilson stopped at the floral department of a large supermarket to buy flowers for Amber's grave.
Wilson returned to the S.U.V. carrying two paper-wrapped bouquets. Wilson carefully put one of the bouquets on the back seat of their S.U.V. The other – a half dozen red roses – he handed to House.
"For me?" House asked, batting his eyelashes, playing the part of a coy Southern belle.
Wilson smiled. "For you to give to Cuddy," he said, turning the key in the ignition.
"You've changed your mind about Cuddy becoming one of us then? You want her to join us."
"I want whatever you want," Wilson said, his tone carefully neutral.
House gave Wilson a sharp glance. It annoyed him when Wilson pretended to be the perfectly obedient protégée that he definitely wasn't.
Wilson drove the S.U.V. out of the supermarket lot and merged into oncoming traffic.
"I think I have a better chance of convincing her this time," House said. "I think you were the deal-breaker last time. I don't think she minded that I was a vampire. Knowing that she was going to have to share me with you was what really bothered her. I'll tell her that you've left me for another vampire with sharper fangs and a shinier car."
House turned his head to look at Wilson. The other vampire's expression was blank. If he was jealous of Cuddy, as House sometimes suspected, Wilson was very determined not to show it.
"She'll find out after she's initiated that you're still around, but by then it'll be too late. She'll already be a vampire.
I can't see the three of us – four if Cuddy brings Rachel - sharing the sofa-bed in our studio apartment, so I was thinking we'd all go back to Las Vegas. The Professor was a recluse, so there's a chance that no one has even noticed that he's gone and his house is unoccupied. His house could be sitting there empty, waiting for us. The baby could stay in your old room, and you could take the Professor's room..."
Wilson shuddered involuntarily.
"You could stay in your old room with the baby," House revised, "and Cuddy and I would take my room."
"It's not safe to go back to Las Vegas. The Professor..."
"The Professor is dead. If he managed to survive his injuries, he would have fried as soon as the sun came up," House said confidently. "You saw him. He didn't have enough brains left to get out of the middle of the road."
Wilson winced at House's graphic description of the Professor's state.
"Since we'd be in Las Vegas anyway," House said, "Cuddy and I might even get married. I've always dreamed of getting married by an Elvis impersonator with a vampire as best man."
This time, Wilson only nodded vaguely, not really registering House's words.
They had reached the cemetery where Amber was buried. Wilson pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. He looked at the gates of the cemetery for a long silent moment, and then turned to retrieve Amber's flowers from the backseat. As Wilson turned his head, House thought he could see the glint of tears in the younger vampire's eyes.
House stepped of the vehicle and went to the driver's door. When Wilson got out, House advanced towards him and reached behind him to swing shut the driver's side door. He growled and Wilson backed away nervously, but there was nowhere to go.
Wilson was confused, not sure what he had done to anger House. For the past few days, ever since House had promised him a trip to Amber's grave, Wilson had been trying to show his gratitude by being exactly the kind of vampire House wanted him to be.
House was standing very close to him, and Wilson was pressed against the side of the SUV. Wilson looked down at the ground, arms limp at his sides, not moving a muscle. House leaned in and Wilson felt his breath against his neck. House's whiskers grated against his own smooth cheeks. Wilson lifted his neck, knowing what was required of him. House's lips pressed against his neck in the parody of a kiss and Wilson could feel his razor sharp fangs scrape across his skin. Wilson let out a little sound, something halfway in between a moan and a whine, desire and fear in equal measures. He shut his eyes tightly. The sight of House's fangs would shatter his fragile composure, which was all that kept the other vampire from attacking him.
House's closed his razor sharp teeth against his best friend`s neck. It was a bite that almost but not quite broke the skin, and a very convincing demonstration of House's superb self-control and mastery of his vampiric instincts. Wilson stood very still, hardly daring to breathe. House increased the pressure very slightly and one sharp fang just pierced the skin, producing a perfect pearl of blood. House touched his finger to the droplet and then brought his bloodied finger to Wilson's mouth. Wilson licked it clean.
House's demonstration was apparently over, although what Wilson had done to offend the more powerful vampire was still a mystery to him. The younger vampire felt limp with relief. When House stepped back, his knees gave way under him. Still clutching Amber's bouquet in his left hand, he put his arms around House's neck to stop himself from falling.
House nuzzled him, loosening the sombre tie Wilson was wearing for the occasion and undoing the top two buttons of his carefully ironed shirt so that he could reach the nape of his neck. Wilson arched his back when House found the right spot, purring like a kitten. His grip on Amber's bouquet loosened and the flowers fell to the ground. Wilson didn't notice.
House`s normally agile fingers fumbled with recalcitrant buttons and stubborn zippers. He buried his face in Wilson's neck. His lips brushed lightly against Wilson's skin, little almost kisses that made Wilson groan with frustrated longing.
"Kiss me," Wilson murmured. "Please kiss me first."
House shook his head. He took another decisive step back breaking Wilson's hold. Caught off-balance, the other vampire almost fell, grabbing hold of the SUV's door handle before he slid to the ground. Wilson looked up, meeting House's coldly brilliant blue eyes.
Wilson was definitely crying now. Tears streamed down his cheeks. They weren't tears for poor dead Amber this time though, House thought cynically; they were tears for poor undead Wilson, whose nasty lover had scared and then rejected him.
"No, not until you answer me. Do you belong to me or to Amber?"
House waited for an answer, staring into the other vampire's eyes until Wilson looked away.
"I'm alive and she's dead. I can hold you in my arms and she can't. Damn it, Wilson, the choice should be obvious! Do you belong to me?"
"Yes, I belong to you," Wilson answered, his voice a bare whisper.
"Not to Amber, not to Ceci, not to anyone else."
Wilson nodded reluctantly, not meeting House's eyes.
"Good," House said. He bent down to pick up one slightly battered bouquet and handed it to Wilson. "I'm giving you tonight to say good-bye to Amber. I'll pick you up before dawn. We'll stop at a nice motel instead of trying to drive all the way back."
He leaned forward to give Wilson his promised kiss – a chaste peck on the cheek. Wilson didn't look up. House got into the SUV and drove away, leaving Wilson alone by the cemetery gates.

Mia had given Remy hope when she had none, which was marvellous and exciting but also overwhelming.
Of course, Mia had explained that miracles aren't free. The market value of what Mia had to offer was incalculable, and much as she liked Thirteen, she couldn't just give it away. There had to be price, but fortunately for Thirteen, it was very reasonable. Immortality in exchange for House.
Remy had nodded, not really taking in very much, while Mia told her why she wanted House – something about House having hurt another vampire that Mia liked and Wilson had been involved too somehow. She'd just nodded her head as Mia talked, slowly letting the idea that she didn't have to die soak into her mind.
Remy wasn't the only one looking for House. Mia wanted House badly and she had sent half a dozen of her most devoted human servants on the hunt. It was a contest and everlasting life was the prize. Remy had always been good at contests.
Remy's strongest advantage was her personal connection to House. Even though Mia suspected that her quarry was somewhere in New York, Remy was convinced that the key to finding him was in Princeton. She crashed on a friend's couch in Princeton and talked to everyone she could think of who had some connection to House or Wilson. She even cornered the hospital's Dean of Medicine in the hospital parking lot. Cuddy had claimed to know no more about House's current location than anyone else. She'd seemed evasive, but when Remy had tried to question her more thoroughly, the Dean had taken out her cellphone and threatened to call hospital security.
Remy spoke to the prostitutes whose services House had used and interviewed Wilson's ex-wives and former girlfriends. She bribed the manager at House's apartment building to let her sift through the boxes of papers he had left behind.
Remy found the program for Amber Volakis's funeral in one of the boxes. It was printed on heavy paper, stuffed in a manila envelope with a collection of take-out menus. The program had given her an idea which she had to admit was quite a long shot. Still it was the only idea she had.
Wilson leaned against the cemetery gates, breathing slowly and regularly, trying to calm down. He didn't want to let his anger and humiliation poison his last chance to feel close to Amber. He rearranged his clothing and combed his hair, wishing for at least the thousandth time that he could see his own reflection in a mirror.
Amber deserved better than him.
With Amber's bedraggled flowers in one hand, he scaled the cemetery gates and dropped to the ground almost soundlessly. He had visited Amber's grave once or twice a week for months, so he had no trouble finding it in the dark. He stopped short when he saw someone else was at Amber's grave.
Amber's after-hours visitor was sitting in an aluminum lawn chair next to the grave. One leg of the lawn chair actually rested on his girlfriend's grave marker. Wilson growled at this sign of disrespect. Although the visitor could not possibly have heard him, something made her feel uneasy. She lifted her head and Wilson recognized her. It was one of House's former fellows. House had called her Thirteen, but Wilson couldn't remember what her real name was.
Wilson's night vision was keen and he could make out every detail of Thirteen's appearance. He saw that House's fellow had wrapped herself in a blanket against the night's chill. A heavy wooden stake was on her lap and an over-sized and rather ugly crucifix hung from her neck. For added protection, she had surrounded herself with a ring of garlic cloves. A Thermos, possibly containing holy water, was on the ground next to her feet.
"You know a stake through the heart will kill a person just as easily as it will a vampire. I'm much stronger and faster than you," Wilson said. "If I were you, I'd throw it into the bushes and deprive the vampire of a chance to use it. Nobody wants an ironic death."
Wilson was standing only a few yards away from Thirteen, hands on hips, with an exasperated expression on his face.
House's former fellow stood up, clutching the stake and striking a martial arts pose. Wilson darted forward, snatched the weapon from her hands and threw it away. Thirteen's expression of dismay was almost comical.
"What are you doing here?" Wilson asked.
"I was waiting for you," Thirteen said. "I thought you might want to visit your dead girlfriend's grave on her birthday."
"I can see you came prepared," Wilson said, looking at the assorted vampire-hunting paraphernalia with which Thirteen had surrounded herself. He kicked one of the garlic cloves with the toe of his shoe, breaking the circle.
"Garlic doesn't work at all; it's an old wives' tale. And religious symbols are powered by belief, so if you don't have faith, they have no effect."
He reached over and grasped the crucifix around Thirteen's neck.
"Barely even warm," he commented, yanking the crucifix from its chain and letting it drop to the ground.
"I've come to make a deal with you," Thirteen said.
Wilson was impressed that House's former fellow was able to keep her voice steady.
"I'm dying and I don't want to die. I want to be immortal. I know I'd make an excellent vampire. I'm intelligent and beautiful and everything a vampire should be."
"I'm not particularly interesting in creating the world's best vampire," Wilson said drily. "Having another power-hungry vamp around giving me orders isn't much of a selling point."
"But I can help you. You and House have made enemies. Other vampires are looking for you. Make me into one of you and I'll be on your side. I know I'll be a strong vampire, stronger than House."
"You'll be our bodyguard. You'll protect us," Wilson said in a doubtful tone.
"I will."
"If we don't take your deal?"
"I have an offer from the other side," Thirteen said, "I'd much prefer to ally myself with House, of course, which is why I'm giving you a chance to make a counter-offer."
"Who is the other side?" Wilson asked.
"I'll tell you all about it after you initiate me, not before."
Wilson nodded.
"I'll have to bring this up with House. He makes all the decisions."
"Of course," Thirteen said. She smiled condescendingly.
"I'll take you to meet him."
Wilson bent down to put the bouquet of flowers in the metal container that the cemetery provided. He took a smooth grey stone from his coat pocket and placed it on Amber's grave marker. Then Wilson walked into the darkness heading straight towards the cemetery gates, not bothering to take the pathways. A few steps behind, stumbling in the darkness, Thirteen struggled to keep up.
Thirteen couldn't be trusted. She had readily admitted that her allegiance was negotiable. Reluctantly, Wilson concluded that he had to kill her, but he didn't want to kill Thirteen on the grounds of the cemetery where Amber was buried. That would be disrespectful to his girlfriend's memory.
"It wasn't the smartest idea in the world, confronting a vampire on your own. Are you drunk or high or crazy?" Wilson asked.
"Maybe a little of all three," Thirteen said. "But mainly I'm just desperate. Knowing that there's a cure out there for my disease, and not being able to get it... you can't imagine what that's like."
Wilson scaled the cemetery gates effortlessly, then turned around to help Thirteen. She paused to catch her breath.
"Where's your car?" Thirteen asked, looking at the empty street.
Wilson didn't answer. She turned to look at him. Something in his determined bearing warned her of danger. Wilson saw the spark of fear in her eyes and he leapt toward her. He didn't notice the object in her hand until a fraction of a second before she struck. It was another stake.
She was trying for the heart but her blow wasn't forceful enough to penetrate the sternum. Thirteen stabbed again, not trying for precision this time, just aiming to incapacitate him and give herself time to escape. It was sheer luck that she succeeded. Wilson reached out to grab her, his sharp fingernails raking her jacket, before he sank to the ground, the stake protruding from his chest.
He watched Thirteen run away. It wouldn't take her long to notice that he wasn't giving chase. She'd realize that she had seriously wounded him and then she'd come back for him. Wilson wasn't in any shape to defend himself. Slowly and painfully, he crept out of the circle of light cast by the streetlight. He'd hide until House came back to get him.
He'd almost made it to the safety of darkness, when a figure emerged from the shadows. A young girl with skin so fair that it almost glowed in the dark and luminous green eyes. Wilson knew instantly that she was one of his own kind.
"Thirteen was bait," Wilson said.
"Yup," Mia smiled, kneeling down next to him.
Efficiently she used one long fingernail to rip open Wilson's shirt so she could examine his wound.
"Let's get you fixed up. You won't be much use to us dead."
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