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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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Vampire Love

During their vacation, House had realized that he was being too lenient with Wilson. He had allowed Wilson to express himself freely when they were alone together, and Wilson abused that privilege. He disputed House's decisions and argued with him, sometimes even in public. Wilson needed boundaries; he needed discipline, and it fell upon House to be the disciplinarian.
This was not a role that came naturally to House. He found himself aping the tone, bearing and mannerisms of his late father, a strict military man. His rigid unbending discipline had been the source for House's lifelong rebellion against all forms of authority. It was a strange irony that finally, after his death, House's father was becoming the role model he had always wanted to be.
House slapped Wilson when he spoke out of turn and bared his teeth when Wilson looked him directly in the eyes instead of keeping his gaze modestly lowered. At first, Wilson was bewildered by House's behaviour, but he caught on quickly to what was expected of him. He adapted, but he wasn't happy.
House's impulse was to ease up on the younger vampire. He preferred a happy, bickering Wilson to the subdued and sullen version. However, the Professor warned him that any laxity at this point would undo all the good he had done. Wilson would learn to be content once he knew his place. The Professor was the ancient vampire who had initiated House. He was an evil old creature and selfish to the core, but he was the only other vampire that House knew, aside from Wilson, and he was House's guide to vampire life. Reluctantly, House agreed.

It was a shortly after dawn, and House was beginning to feel a craving for blood. He could feel the blood-hunger rising, making him feel irritable and out of sorts, and he knew there wasn't a damned thing that he could do about it until he could go hunting the next evening.
There was a knock on his bedroom door and House went to answer it. Wilson stood in the hallway. His eyes were lowered and his head was bowed. His behaviour was outwardly flawless, but House knew that Wilson was just playing at being subservient. It was a performance, and House was insulted that Wilson thought he could be fooled by it.
"I didn't send for you," House said. "You can go back to your room." .
Wilson looked up, and House caught a glimpse of a genuine emotional response before Wilson remembered his part. .
Eyes carefully downturned, he said, "Don't you want me?" .
"It's hot and I'm tired. I don't want sex so you can leave." .
He shut the door. .
"Please, House," Wilson called out, but House ignored him. .
Wilson stood in the hallway for a long moment. He knew it was no use appealing to House, who no longer paid attention to anything he said. He headed cautiously for his own bedroom, a windowless closet next to the laundry room.
Wilson was afraid of encountering the Professor, who harassed Wilson whenever the two were alone together. His campaign of harassment had begun weeks ago, and it had escalated ever since House and Wilson had returned from their brief and unauthorized vacation. Wilson tried to fight his fear of the older vampire rationally. He knew that the Professor had promised House not to harm Wilson and the Professor considered himself honourable. He would not break his word. So Wilson was safe. .
The problem was that Wilson did not believe his own logical argument. Every incident, every confrontation, fed the Professor's hatred. He relished Wilson's humiliation and he wanted more. He wanted Wilson's physical suffering, his death. Wilson could see the desire in his eyes. Every time the Professor went a little farther. He was like a guard dog chained to a post, lunging viciously at passers-by. Sooner or later the chain that held him back would break from the strain.
Wilson had to pass through the living room to get to his own room, and the Professor was sitting there, still as a stone, watching the morning light play over the desert. Wilson tried to move as silently as possible so that the Professor would not notice him. .
The Professor looked up and smiled in delight at seeing Wilson. His fangs were long and sharp and stained pink by the blood of his most recent victim, an unlucky taxi driver. He was out of seat and standing next to Wilson in the blink of an eye. Wilson turned around to return to House, but the older vampire blocked his passage. The Professor took a step towards his prey and Wilson tried to sidestep. The Professor was an expert at this particularly game though. He forced Wilson back until the younger vampire was wedged up against the large picture window. .
The Professor had designed his house with the needs of a vampire in mind, and the living room was his masterpiece. The sun's rays never quite made it to the window. At this time of day, the line between sun and shadow was about two and a half feet on the other side of the window. Wilson wondered how much pressure it would take for the glass to shatter, sending him backwards into the deadly sunlight. .
The Professor's long talon-like fingernails explored Wilson's face and body in a deliberate and grotesque parody of House's affectionate caresses. .
"I want so much to drink your blood. I want to make you cry out in pain." .
"You gave House your word," Wilson said shakily. .
"Yes, but you're forgetting the condition. For as long as House lives..." .
"You'd kill House." .
The Professor smiled again, exposing his fangs. He leaned against Wilson, and the younger vampire felt the window frame give a little under the added pressure. .
"What do you want me to do?" Wilson asked. .
"Get House to release me from my promise. Tell him you want to give me your blood. Tell him you love me." .
"House won't believe that." .
"You'll have to convince him. I don't think it will be very difficult." .
The old vampire stroked Wilson's cheek. His hand was cold and dry. .
"House and I talk about all sorts of things. I am his mentor, and the student-teacher relationship can be very intimate. He's told me all about you. How weak you are as a man and as a vampire. How you can never resist temptation. How you lie and cheat on the people you love. He won't be surprised. .
After I drink your blood, House won't want you. You won't be his anymore. He won't care when I kill you. He might even be relieved." .
"If you're going to kill me anyway, why should I help you?" .
"You want to save House, don't you?" .
The Professor leaned forward and kissed Wilson. His lips were pale and bloodless, and Wilson shut his eyes, so he wouldn't have to look into his face. He tried to break away, and the window shook in its frame. .
"I want a little of what my apprentice has. It's only fair," the Professor kissed Wilson again, and tried to force his tongue between his lips. "Don't struggle. You'll break the window and kill us both." .

House lay in bed, his craving for blood keeping him awake. He remembered the note of desperation in Wilson's voice, and thought that he had been a bit hasty in dismissing him so abruptly. He'd let his momentary annoyance overrule his common sense. .
He could take enough blood from Wilson to take the edge off his hunger. Just a few mouthfuls of Wilson's blood, and he would be able to sleep. Wilson didn't even mind letting House drink his blood. He didn't like the initial bite, of course, but everything else he enjoyed. Wilson loved the way House held him close to keep him still. He liked it when House told him how delicious he was. And, afterwards, when the blood loss made him feel sleepy, he would fell asleep in House's arms, almost purring with contentment. .
House untangled himself from his dingy sheets (Wilson had been neglecting the laundry lately), got out of bed, and headed for Wilson's room. He stopped dead at the entrance to the living room. Wilson and the Professor were silhouetted against the picture window. As he watched, the Professor caressed Wilson and kissed him on the lips. The older vampire put his hands on Wilson's shoulders, and Wilson dropped to his knees. The Professor's hand was now on the back of Wilson's head, and he pushed him forward, guiding him towards his groin. Wilson reached up with shaking hands to undo the Professor's fly. .
House howled in rage and anguish. He picked up the nearest item at hand, a large standing lamp, and hurled it at Wilson. Wilson narrowly dodged the missile, which shattered the window behind him. He fell backwards and grabbed on to a curtain to save himself. The curtain rail detached from the wall, but Wilson regained his balance. .
The Professor, whose reflexes were astonishingly quick, was already halfway across the room, heading for House. House grabbed another lamp, the twin of the first, and swung it like a staff. The Professor kept out of range of the weapon. He was irrelevant anyway. House's attention was on Wilson. He had protected Wilson, given Wilson eternal life, and Wilson had betrayed him. Wilson was talking, saying House's name, trying to reason with him, but House was incapable of listening. Still ignoring the Professor, he swung the lamp standard at his vampire lover. .
House dropped the lamp standard and leapt toward Wilson. He opened his mouth wide, showing all his teeth and fangs, and Wilson's feeble explanations died on his lips. House's sharp nails ripped through Wilson's clothes and pierced his skin. He bent over Wilson, fangs poised over the jugular vein. Wilson looked into his eyes and House hesitated. He grabbed Wilson by his shirt collar and threw him across the room. .
"Go to your room. Wait for me there," he snarled. .
Wilson picked himself up and scurried away. .

In his bedroom, Wilson could hear the voices of House and the Professor but he couldn't make out the words. At first they were shouting, but now they were speaking in normal conversational tones, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. Wilson thought of listening outside the door of the living room but the prospect of being caught deterred him. .
Hours passed and Wilson became tranquil. What would happen would happen. While the sun was up, he was trapped, and there was nothing he could do to escape whatever fate House had chosen for him. He was lying fully clothed on his bed, half-asleep, when House came to get him. Wilson yawned, politely covering his mouth with his hand, and sat up. He was unshaven; hadn't seen a barber in months, and his clothes were wrinkled. He was a far cry from the well-dressed professional he had once been. .
House's expression was grave. .
"What have you decided?" Wilson asked. .
"I'm not going to kill you," House said. "I'm going back to Princeton for Cuddy. I chose the wrong person. I should have picked her in the first place." .
"What about Rachel?" .
"I'll worry about Cuddy's daughter when I get there." .
"Is the Professor going with you?" .
"I hit him in the back of the head with a shovel. I told him I was going to kill you and bury you in the desert, and he found a shovel for me in the garage. I took it, stove in his skull and put him in the trunk of his car." .
"You killed him." .
"No, he's a vampire. Hard to kill. He's getting stronger by the minute, and when he recovers enough, he'll try to get out. We'll have to ditch the car. Leave it out in the open so he can cook to death in there when the sun comes up." .
"We...so you want me to come with you to Princeton." .
House nodded, "I'm not going to forgive you, though. Don't expect me to."
"He forced me. I didn't want..." .
"I asked you directly about your problem with the Professor. I gave you every chance to tell me the truth. You chose not to confide in me, so don't come crying to me because you got in over your head. .
I know that I will never feel the same way about you. The Professor was right about vampire love. It doesn't last." .
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