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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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Wilson's Nightmare
The red-headed girl examined Wilson's wound by the light of the streetlamp. She reached out to touch the stake protruding from his chest.
"Don't pull it out," Wilson cautioned. His voice was a bare whisper.
"Okay," she said, rocking back on her heels. "You're the expert; what do I do?"
"You'll need to get supplies; gloves, gauze, tape, something to seal the wound – a plastic bag or even a credit card will do - alcohol to sterilize the plastic bag..."
"So I go off to get supplies and when I come back, you're gone. Not likely."
"I've got a stake sticking out of my chest. I'm not going to run off."
The vampire looked down at him, considering, and Wilson stared back at her. His eyelids fluttered as he fought to maintain consciousness. Blood soaked into the ground beneath him.
"Fine," she said at last, standing up. She drew a pair of handcuffs from her purse.. "But I'm going to take precautions, just in case."
She came up from behind and grabbed Wilson under the arms, dragging him towards the cemetery gates. Then she cuffed Wilson's right wrist to the railing of the cemetery gates.
"Normally this wouldn't be enough to hold a vampire," she said, "but I think it will do for someone in your condition. Besides you're not much of a vampire, are you? Thirteen stabbed you twice, and you didn't even touch her. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. Like a bunny rabbit beating up a wolf."
The vampire smiled and got to her feet.
Wilson waited until she was out of sight and then took his cellphone from his pocket. He had House's cell number on speed dial, but the former diagnostician wasn't answering. Wilson swore under his breath. He had to stop House from returning to the cemetery. He texted House a message: " dont pick me up im hitchhiking home". Then he tossed his cellphone into the bushes.

House had parked the S.U.V. half a block away. He watched Lucas open the door to Cuddy's house and walk to his car.. He wanted more than anything else in the world to rip out the throat of his former friend, but he knew that if he acted on his instincts, he would ruin his chances with Cuddy for all time. House glared at Lucas's vehicle until it turned the corner out of sight. He realized that he was growling and took a moment to let his anger subside before he grabbed the roses from the backseat of the vehicle and walked to Cuddy's door.
Cuddy answered his knock. She was wearing a long terrycloth robe and had a towel over her damp hair. Her feet were bare and a pair of reading glasses was perched precariously on her nose. She hastily removed them and stuffed them in the pocket of her robe.
"House," she said, stepping aside to let him enter. Her tone was resigned rather than welcoming.
"Hello, Lisa," House said, handing her the roses. He wanted to embrace her, but she held the bouquet in front of her, keeping him at bay.
"Aren't you going to put them in water?" he said, looking at the roses.
"They're beautiful but I can't take them. Lucas would wonder where they came from."
"Well, the roses were Wilson's idea. I was thinking chocolates. That way you eat the evidence."
"Wilson's not with you?"
"Gave him the night off. He's got a hot date with a dead girlfriend."
House sat down on the couch. Cuddy put the wrapped bouquet on the coffee table and sat in the armchair opposite him.
"I thought I'd be seeing you soon," Cuddy said. "I've been dealing with the fallout from your phone call all week. Lucas has been asking all sorts of questions ever since he heard your voice on the phone. And then one of your former fellows showed up to interrogate me about you.."
"One of my former fellows?" House asked. "Which one? Cameron?"
"Hadley," Cuddy answered. "You didn't happen to make any three a.m. phone calls to her, did you?"
"No."
"I can guess why you're here. If it's about me and Lucas..."
"He's a placeholder - someone you get to step in temporarily when the real thing isn't available. Do you really want to share your life with a substitute, Lisa? Lucas is cubic zirconia."
"Of course, the only possible reason that I could want to be with another man is because he's a substitute for you.
Have you ever thought that I might like Lucas for himself? He's charming and thoughtful and Rachel loves him. Best of all, he has never, ever made comments about my 'snugly little blouse bunnies' in front of an entire room full of corporate donors."
"Is this about needing a father for Rachel?"
"My personal life is none of your business, House."
"That means yes," House said. "After twenty-five years of being picky and having standards impossible for any human male to meet, you suddenly decide to settle for the first thing with a Y-chromosome to come along, just so Rachel can have a dad. Any dad. Even one who rides a skateboard to work."
"Lucas cares about me and he cares about Rachel. " Lisa frowned. "He'll be back any minute, and unless you want to explain to him where you've been for the last few months, you're going to have to leave. You can take the roses with you."
She leaned over to pick up the flowers and the terrycloth robe opened a little, allowing House a much appreciated glimpse of her cleavage.
"Lucas isn't coming back any minute," House said confidently. "He's gone to see a client at Newark Airport and he won't be back for at least two hours. Longer, because I think he's just about to get a text message from his client telling him that he's been unavoidably delayed."
House smiled and Cuddy sank back into her armchair. She pulled the robe tighter around her as if she felt a chill. She'd almost forgotten what House really was, until that smile reminded her.
House pulled out his cellphone. He texted Lucas a message from "Mr. Hildebrandt", and then read the message Wilson had sent him. He frowned for a fraction of a second, than snapped his cellphone shut decisively and put it back in his pocket.
"What's the matter?"
"Wilson's pissed off at me," House said. "Nothing important."
The female vampire had followed Wilson's instructions. She wasn't particularly gentle but at least she didn't cause him pain deliberately.
Wilson knew that vampires healed more quickly than humans, but his personal experience was confined to scratches, nips and minor scrapes. He had no idea how long it might take him to recover from a punctured lung. Still, with every breath, with every heartbeat, he felt himself growing stronger. Cautiously, not wanting to attract his captor's attention, he pulled against the handcuff, testing its strength.
The red-headed vampire was sitting in the grass a few feet away. She had a vampire's perfect stillness and grace in repose. In her cross-legged posture, she looked like a Yoga master deep in a meditative trance. Wilson had no idea who she was. She hadn't introduced herself. In his mind, he called her the fox girl.
"House isn't coming back for you, is he?" she said, turning her head to look at Wilson. Her green eyes were pitiless, cold and brilliant. "You must have warned him."
She crossed the distance between them in an instant and began to search him.
"Where is it?" she said, growling and hissing as she turned out his pockets.
She was in a frenzy and Wilson did not even try to resist her. He did not want the other vampire to know how much a short period of rest had restored him. It gave him a tiny advantage to have her underestimate him.
Her razor sharp nails, which had been painted a cheerful bubblegum pink, were red with Wilson's blood. His clothes were torn and he was bleeding from half a dozen carelessly inflicted scratches and cuts.
Wilson shook his head weakly. "I don't know what you're looking for."
"Your phone, the one you used to warn House. I took care of you, I saved your life, and that's how you pay me back."
The fox girl hadn't found anything on his person other than his wallet. She removed the money and Wilson's fake i.d. and tossed the empty wallet away. It landed in the bushes, inches away from the incriminating cellphone.
"The sun will be up soon. I should just leave you here to die. Let you burn to a cinder."
Wilson said nothing. The fox girl was still for a moment, considering Wilson's fate. Then she stood up abruptly and walked away.
As soon as her back was turned, Wilson strained against the handcuffs. The cuff on his wrist bit into his flesh, but he thought one of the links on the chain was starting to give.

House knew that the life Cuddy was living wasn't the life she really wanted. She was playing it safe: choosing a socially acceptable career and motherhood instead of following her true path, which was much darker and more ambitious. Everything she really wanted could be hers, if she would only admit that she wanted it. He was certain that she would love her new life as a vampire just as much as he loved his. House just needed to make her understand what he was offering her.
House took Cuddy's hand in her own, and she recoiled at his touch, but he looked into her eyes, willing her to be calm, to listen, to accept. For a moment, he was sure he had her.
Then the sound of Rachel crying and fussing came from the baby monitor, and Cuddy jumped up from the armchair where she had been sitting. She went to tend to her mewling brat. When she came back downstairs a few minutes later, Cuddy had changed into a form-fitting jersey dress and a pair of stiletto heels. She'd even put on lipstick. She looked sexy and powerful and beautiful.
House almost snarled in frustration, knowing that that brief moment of exquisite vulnerability had passed him by. She had armoured herself against him.
He snapped up the rejected bouquet of roses and strode out of her house, slamming the door behind him. The sound of Rachel's startled wails followed House down the street.
Why couldn't he ever get what he wanted? Why did the people he needed try to thwart his plans for them? Why couldn't they ever just love and obey him? If it wasn't Cuddy throwing herself at the boy detective, then it was Wilson mooning over Amber, his perfect dead girlfriend.
House threw the bouquet in the back of the SUV, and pulled his cellphone out of pocket to check for messages. Nothing from Wilson. Just a plaintive voice mail from Lucas to Mr. Hildebrandt, asking for his E.T.A. House deleted Lucas's message, and then dialled Wilson's cell number. No answer. Still pouting no doubt.
House sent him a text message. He wanted to write "Pick up the phone, you idiot. I know you're avoiding me." but that was too much work so he texted "call me." instead. Wilson could read between the lines.
House turned the key in the ignition and pressed down hard on the gas, letting the engine roar.

Finally the link gave way and Wilson was free. He got to his feet, using the railings to pull himself upright. He headed towards the bushes where his cellphone had landed. He was cautiously lowering himself to pick up the phone, bending his knees like a ballet dancer to avoid having to move his torso, when he saw the lights of an approaching vehicle, a nondescript grey van.
Wilson waved his arms trying to attract the driver's attention, hoping for a ride into town. Then he saw that the driver was a red-headed girl. The female vampire turned the wheel of her vehicle sharply in his direction. Wilson dove for cover behind a large tree.
The red-headed girl slammed on her brakes.
"I was coming back for you," she called out. "I was only joking when I said I was going to let you burn. I told you I wanted you alive, didn't I?"
The exertion had reopened his wound. Wilson was bleeding again. He couldn't run away from her when he had to struggle to breathe. He couldn't fight her when every movement caused him excruciating pain. All he could do was hide.
She could see in the dark, of course, probably better than he could. She could smell his blood.
He heard the van door slam shut. She was coming for him.
Wilson could feel a pitiful animal whine in his throat threatening to escape. At that moment, Wilson despised his own weakness. He hated that cowardly instinct in him that told him to submit to the will of a more powerful vampire.
A vehicle came round the corner, briefly silhouetting the vampire in the beam of its headlights. Her figure was slight and girlish and she was carrying Thirteen's stake, still coated with Wilson's blood, in her right hand.
Wilson felt as if he were back in one of his nightmares, but this time there was no House around to wake him up.

House waited until he was around the next curve and then made a U-turn. He put his foot down hard on the gas pedal and then slammed on the brakes, sending the SUV into a skid directly in the path of the female vampire. She jumped out of the way, but the vehicle's side mirror hit her and knocked her off her feet. Her nails left long scrapes on the side of his SUV.
House opened the door of the SUV and called out towards the patch of shadowy undergrowth where he knew that Wilson must be hiding.
"Come on, Wilson!" he yelled. "Hurry!"
No response. Cursing, he jumped out of the vehicle to get his friend.
Wilson lifted his head as House approached.
"I'm over here," he said. "I'm hurt."
House scooped him up and carried him back to the S.U.V. The female vampire had gotten to her feet and growled ferociously at House, who ignored her. House pushed the semi-conscious Wilson into the passenger seat and then climbed in. The female vampire had reached the SUV and was pulling on the locked passenger-side door. House put the SUV into reverse and drove away, just as the vampire ripped the door from its hinges. Using one arm to steady Wilson and stop him from falling out of the open door, he backed up on to the road and headed back to town, flooring the gas pedal all the way.
"Who was that?" House asked.
"Fox girl."
"How badly are you injured?"
"Punctured lung."
"I'll kill her."
"It wasn't fox girl. Thirteen. My fault. I hesitated."
House pulled up in front of Cuddy's house. He carried Wilson up the walkway to Cuddy's door. Cuddy had once invited them in, which meant that he could enter her house whenever he wanted. This time he didn't bother to knock. He kicked the door in.

Wilson was asleep in Cuddy's spare bedroom/study. House sat beside his bed watching him sleep while Cuddy finished covering the windows with aluminum foil.
"How is he?"
"He'll be fine. A human would have died, but we're a lot tougher."
"How did you know he was in trouble?"
"The text message he sent me. Very blunt. No punctuation, no capital letters. That's how most people text, but not Wilson. When he leaves me a note to tell me he's gone to pick up a newspaper, he starts it with 'Dear Gregory' and ends it with 'Yours very truly, James.' I knew he'd have to be in a blind panic to leave out all the apostrophes and periods."
Cuddy nodded.
"I'm wondering how I'm going to explain the broken door to Lucas," she said.
"You could say it was a gang of enraged beavers, or you could tell him the truth. A vampire kicked it down. Of course, the lie sounds more plausible."
"I couldn't tell him the truth. He thinks vampires are cool."
"And you don't."
"You kill people," she said. "I hate that I'm giving you refuge. I should be turning you into the police."
"Why aren't you then?"
"Gregory House saved a lot of lives. He was a great physician and an extraordinary human being. I guess I'm helping you out of respect for his memory."
Cuddy paused, her hand on the doorknob.
"But if you ever do anything to hurt my family, I'll drive a stake through your heart myself. Understood?"
"Understood."
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