Written By Summer
Class: Slash
Content: Adult situations and same gender sex
Warnings: If you're asking if this contains rape. No. If you're asking if
there will be violence, hurt and comfort in the story, then yes.
Thanks Sarah Lindsay for Beta reading this story for me!
Part One
He should have known what Napoleon Solo's reaction was going to be when he
had declared his love and true feelings. But Illya Kuryakin had in his
despair hoped that his partner would return the same feelings and emotions.
Instead there he was one blond Russian standing in the doorway looking at a
very pale and withdrawn partner. They had been together for six years. Four
of them were just learning each other's differences and accepting them. The
fifth year they had become the closest of friends. This last year had been
different when Illya Nickovetch had realized that he was madly in love with
his partner. His very male partner.
That alone was horrifying for Illya, for after all he was Russian and in his
homeland being homosexual could lead to death or at least imprisonment. But
Illya had always liked the fairer sex. In small proportions. He liked his
independence and didn't want to be hobbled with a demanding and smothering
wife. But he enjoyed the feel of a woman's flesh rubbing against his own,
and the perfume was always exhilarating in his blood stream. He had never
thought of himself as homosexual or...what is that American word. Gay. What
a pathetic degrading term.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Illya had finally cracked from the pressure
of working with his partner nearly 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He knew
he had to tell Napoleon his feelings, come what may, even if it destroyed
there relationship forever. He had to speak up before it was too late.
Before one or the other was killed on a mission.
So he went to talk to his partner and of all nights it was Halloween.
October 31, 1969.
Sighing Illya had knocked with their signal and after what seemed like
forever he heard Napoleon confirm that he could come in.
Upon entering Solo's comfortable and exceedingly classy apartment Illya had
tried to take in the very male aura his partner seemed to exude at his very
presence.
Napoleon was not exceedingly tall, but he was very good-looking in a dark,
debonair and suave way. He always kept his dark brown hair trimmed back
neatly and always dressed in three-piece business suits that looked as if
they were just taken out from the dry cleaners shop.
Napoleon detested untidiness and liked everything to be in its perfect
place. Illya was the opposite. Oh, he was organized in work but at home
things landed where they were put and he would get to the cleaning when he
was damn good and ready. If that means he had to wear the same shirt two or
three times then so be it.
Upon entering the room, Illya at once realized his mistake on coming this
day. Napoleon was dressed to the hilt in a black tuxedo and was pacing the
room looking rather agitated at his partner's arrival.
"Illya what are you doing here...you should be at home giving out candy to
the little kiddies?"
Illya didn't respond he only looked on at his handsome partner and felt his
heart breaking into pieces. Napoleon was going out on another date. Not
just any date but with a woman. Probably a beautiful blond.
Unable to bear it he just said it. He told Napoleon his feelings of love
and then before he could make a total jackass out of himself made to leave.
Solo somehow had moved before he could make his escape and blocked his way
to the door.
It was then Solo had confirmed his worst fears.
"Illya...I know. I've known for sometime...I wish things were different. I
care for you so much...But we can't be...we just can't..."
Illya pushed back the tears from his eyes and nodded. Pushing Solo out of
the way he fled the apartment and disappeared into the night.
He knew why Solo had turned him down. Because he wasn't a woman.
Because he wasn't...what Solo wanted.
If perhaps Illya had stayed or had extra sensory powers he would have seen
Solo leaning against the door of his apartment, his head against the wall
with his eyes shut tightly, and heard the pain in his voice as he
whispered,
"Oh, Illya...Not like this. If only you knew.... Oh Illya. I do love you. I
will love you forever."
But of course Illya was only a normal human being who happened to be a spy
and didn't hear the declaration from his partner.
So here he was walking along the dark streets of New York City.
He didn't look up nor did he care where he ended up. Just as long as it was
far away from Napoleon Solo as possible. He would have to resign or ask for
a transfer from Mr. Waverly first thing on Monday.
Now that he had declared his love to Napoleon the idea of working alongside
Solo was too much for Illya to bear. He just couldn't face Solo again.
So lost was he in his thoughts Illya did not realize he was entering the
dark side of the city far away from Greenwich Village. He was entering the
poor and ravaged section of New York. Many abandoned warehouses clustered
the empty streets. Then the Night of Hollow's eve was darkened by a scream.
Illya came out of his thoughts and listened intently. Yes, there it was
again. A scream. Someone was screaming. Looking about Illya didn't
recognize the area he was in. Damn fool he thought to himself. What are you
thinking, what if THRUSH was about and had set eyes on you. The Russian
sighed; �at least I wouldn't have to face Napoleon on Monday.�
Hearing the scream again, Illya homed in on it, realizing it was coming
from the warehouse across the street.
Heading towards it he paused wondering if he should make a call to HQ, but
he decided to check it out first. Taking his gun out in his hand he
approached one of the dark windows and tried to see what was inside.
All he saw was darkness.
Then he heard the scream again. Yes, it was coming from inside. Taking a
deep breath and steeling himself in the event that this was a trap, Illya
went to the nearby door and tried to open it.
It was locked. And from the sounds on the other side, padlocked. Returning
to the window, Illya tried to nudge the window open. But it didn't budge.
Looking for a way in, he spotted a fire escape that led up two levels, and
connecting to it was an open window. Grabbing the nearby ladder he quickly
climbed upwards and made his way to the window.
Glancing inside he still could only see darkness. Another scream filled his
ears.
Whoever the scream belonged to was in dire pain and needed help. Not
knowing who it was or what their problem was, Illya decided he would do
what he could. Climbing inside, Illya saw that he appeared to be up on a
rafter. Crouching down he spotted a dim light a few feet away and started
towards it.
Being careful not to make a noise Illya inched his way along the boards
hoping that his weight would not crack the already worn piece of wood.
Shimmying himself into a clear position Illya looked down below a level and
saw several torches on a wall lighting the dim room.
Inside looked like something out of a horror movie.
There was a man wearing a black and red robe and was holding what appeared
to be a silver dagger. He was standing in front of several dark figures who
were restrained with mysterious devices. The figures were stripped of
clothing and were shivering, shaking in fear and pain. The man above them
was hitting one of the bound men with a dagger. Stabbing it into his chest
and then pulling it out. The man with matted long black hair cried out at
the injury inflicted on him.
Of the other figures near him Illya could make out one as being blond
haired and another one as being a female. What was strange that though the
figures were obviously frightened and in pain they seemed to be making
hissing sounds from their throats. That was when Illya noticed the object
standing in the light of the center of the room. It was a crucifix. A
silver crucifix.
Straining Illya heard the robed man speaking and tried to identify what he
was saying. But what he said made little sense.
"After all these centuries you vile evil creatures will finally return to
the place of hell you came from. But before that happens I am going to make
you suffer like no other!" Again the robed man sliced into the nearest man
and he howled in pain.
Illya saw the blood pouring on the floor and had to hold back the bile that
was rising to his throat. Then reality and awareness informed him that any
other man who would be hit with such a blow would be dead now. But he still
lived, hissing and growling in rage, and shaking and trembling in fear.
The woman beside him was now crying hysterically.
"No, No stop please we have done nothing wrong!"
"You are evil!" Shouted the robed man moving towards her.
"We are not evil, we are simply what we are...we are not like the other
heathen. We do not take lives! Please, please, don't!"
The man only raised his hand as it held the dagger and prepared to strike
her in the face.
Illya had seen enough.
Not sure what was going on he decided to take the initiative and fired a
clear shot at the palm of the robed man's hand.
The bullet hit its target causing the man to lose the dagger and stumble
back clutching his wounded hand.
All figures turned to him and Illya quickly grabbed a long nearby rope and
swung downwards onto the level. His feet hit the ground with a loud bang.
Rising to his feet he finally got a good look at the restrained couple.
What he saw turned his stomach. They looked human, but not. They were pale
and their skin was almost white. There chests had been slashed numerous
times and there faces were contorted. And something else. Their mouths were
shaped differently revealing what looked to be long white fangs.
Looking away Illya confronted the strange man in the robe who was now
cursing at the blond and was reaching for something on a nearby table.
"You infidel! How dare you interrupt these proceedings? I know what you
are.... You are a protector of these vile creatures sent from hell itself.
Well, you like the rest of them will be treated just the same." He picked
up a short sword and now raised it and prepared to give Illya a killing
blow.
Illya only backed away from the thrust and took out his gun preparing to
shoot the robed man if necessary.
Of course that was when the unseen attacker hit him on the back of his neck
causing him to lose his weapon. It spun away into the darkness and Illya
turned to see another robed man behind him.
Mistake number one, just because there is only one seen bad guy doesn't
mean he is alone. Illya cursed in Russian under his breath as he realized
that was standard knowledge for all trained spies. If he survived this
Waverly would probably send him back to Survival School.
Turning in time to see the dagger in the second attacker's hand coming for
his chest, Illya picked up his legs and kicked the man in a full frontal
thrust. The man lost his balance and fell backwards and as luck would have
it he fell on his own dagger.
Ignoring the shuttered thump, Illya got to his feet to see the robed man
coming towards him with the sword.
"You are a fool; you don't even realize what you're doing!"
"On the contrary I know exactly what I am doing."
When the robed man came in for the kill, Illya managed to grab the man by
the wrist holding the sword in place and then used his other arm to deck
him across the jaw.
Removing the sword from the robed man's hands Illya turned in satisfaction
to the trapped prisoners.
They at once hissed at seeing him. The woman was smiling strangely. While
the other two male figures looked on at him with admiration and something
else. Lust?
It was then that he felt paralyzed, as the woman whose lips did not move
seemed to be inside his head.
"Come here little hero...please come here.... Save me.... Free me..."
She hissed with a mysterious hunger.
"We have been trapped here for weeks.... Oh please little hero...release me
from these straps and I shall give you a reward for all your goodness."
Illya felt impending danger but couldn't stop himself from moving forward.
He reached for the straps and started to untie them when another voice
entered his head.
"No, save me first!" The voice came from at her side and Illya could feel
the strength behind it was more powerful then hers.
He turned and saw the dark man with the black eyes. Unable to stop himself
he moved towards him. Without thought Illya undid the restraints freeing
him from his imprisonment.
Free the man stretched and rose to his full height of six feet three
inches.
Reaching for something on the table Illya saw him place a black robe around
his pale body and hissed angrily at the crucifix.
"Remove it at once!" he ordered.
Obeying, unable to stop himself, Illya went to the table and standing on
top of it he reached for the crucifix. He remembered somewhere in his mind
that as a child how his mother had told him 'though you may not agree with
religion and people's ways you should always respect their beliefs."
Tenderly Illya took the crucifix off the wall and placed it on the table.
It was in turning away from the man that Illya was able to think and
realize that he was now in mortal danger. Clutching the crucifix in his
hand he tried to make sense of what was going on around him.
He couldn't believe what was happening, though he realized there were three
vampires in his presence. Very angry, hungry vampires.
Swallowing lightly, Illya heard a scream. He turned to see the female and
the other male vampire were now descending upon the robed man. They
slashed his throat and were eagerly drinking, almost gulping the red blood
as fast as they could swallow.
Sickened and scared Illya felt the strong male voice fill his head.
"Now, get rid of the cross...throw it outside..."
Illya felt himself starting to obey. He wanted to obey.
"Then...I shall give you a gift for your services..."
The man hissed again and Illya could almost feel the hunger in his soul.
"You are quite beautiful.... I think I shall like adding you to my
collection. Yes. Throw the crucifix away...and come meet your new Master
Krell."
Illya shivered and knew what was to befall him if he obeyed the head
Vampire and placed the crucifix out of sight. But his body seemed to be
controlled by someone else and he seemed to be walking to a nearby window.
He was almost there. He raised his hand and prepared to throw the cross
out. That was when Illya shook his head and leaped out the window.
Landing on his feet he turned at the sound of a hiss and closing his eyes
he raised the cross in front of the vampire. He howled and fell back.
Opening his eyes Illya turned and fled.
He didn't stop running until he reached his apartment. Closing and locking
the door and making sure all the alarms were activated Illya only then fell
on the living room floor. Shaking and not entirely from the cold. Illya
held tightly onto the cross and with tears spilling down his face he
allowed himself that moment to thank and praise God for sparing his life.
He cursed at his stupidity. What had he unleashed? Three deadly vampires
that were bound to kill everyone in sight? Would they make more vampires?
Illya reached for his communicator pen and was about to make a call to
Napoleon when he remembered.
He never wanted to see or hear from Napoleon again. Never.
Shaking his head he put the communicator pen down and placing his hands on
his head he wept bitterly.
He had lost his best friend and his soul all in one night.
After lying in bed for what seemed to be hours. Illya glanced at the clock.
It was just 2 in the morning. The sun wouldn't be out for another 3 hours.
It seemed like an eternity away. Still clutching the cross in his hand. Illya at
first thought the scratching noise was the nearby stray cat that always
seemed to find his way to his apartment. But the noise grew louder.
Followed by a low hiss.
Illya sat up and saw a dark figure standing in front of his window.
Standing? He was three stories up. He seemed to be floating in place.
It was the head vampire. He looked different. He was now wearing clothes. A
dark draped cloak and what looked to be a black tuxedo. It reminded him of
Napoleon. Illya also noticed his face was not as pale and that the hunger
in his eyes was gone. Krell seemed like he was more in control.
"Please don't be afraid Little Hero." The voice again floated into his
head.
"I apologize for my behavior and for Genevieve and Turk. We were very
hungry and had been kept prisoner by Dredger for weeks. He has been after
us for a long time...his and his family line...they are what are called
vampire hunters...slayers...they want to wipe us out. Yes, Little Hero...we
are Vampires."
Illya felt himself draw in a deep breath.
"Please, no do not place us in the category of others. We are not like
those you have seen in movies and read in books. Please may I come in?"
Illya held the cross tightly in his hand.
"I promise...I will not harm you...I came only to talk."
Putting the cross down on the bed, Illya moved to the window. He unlocked
it and opened it slightly but not all the way.
"Stay there and do not enter." Illya replied firmly.
The vampire nodded.
Seeing a small ledge he sat down and met Illya at face level.
Making himself comfortable by the window Illya looked at the man with
serious and narrowed eyes. He was ready for anything.
"My name Is Illya.... Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin."
"Krell...The guardian and the last of the old ones."
Confused Illya looked at him waiting for an explanation he knew would be
forthcoming.
"I am over three thousand years old and the last of the oldest living
vampires. All the others.... have been wiped away."
"But what about...?"
"They are pups, they have only been in existence for three hundred years.
They are under my tutelage since I made them leave their mortal flesh and
into the eternity of the afterlife."
"I see.... Ah no I don't.... I can't even believe I'm actually talking to a
vampire.... Tell me more?"
Illya was suddenly curious about this mythical breed. He also needed
something else to think about than Napoleon.
"Would the sunlight kill you?"
He laughed.
"No Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin. That is a myth, one of many. It is true
though that we are stronger at night. In daylight we are....
weaker...easier to over come."
Illya nodded, understanding but not really.
"Is that how you were caught by that man? That hunter?"
"Yes...he found our...sleeping place and came during the daylight hours. We
are still trying to learn how he knew about it.... Only a selected few...
know about its existence and those are usually...our watchers..."
Illya sighed and leaned his head against the wall.
"But you are afraid of crosses, they repel you?"
"Unfortunately.... Yes, but that is true of any and all religious symbols.
Not just crosses...."
"Are you evil? Like that man said? Do you kill like in the movies without
caring about anyone or anything?"
The man scowled and shook his head.
"I hate the movies...I hate that book called Dracula too, if I ever meet
that filth-ridden jackass again I shall drain him of all his blood."
Illya looked at him confused all over again.
"He was one of our helpers for a time, and he learned a great deal from
us...then he left and made a book out of it...and made us look bad and
worse of all he lied about our weakness....damn SOB!"
Illya laughed lightly. Krell looked at him and smiled.
"Are you disgusted by garlic?"
"Huh! No way, I love garlic...especially with pizza."
Illya was confused again.
"We can eat...just like humans...we have to...otherwise they would...the
hunters would catch onto us a lot faster. But we can only digest a little
at a time..."
"You do drink blood?"
"That is our substance...yes...but we don't drink until the victim is
dead...no Illya Nickovetch...perhaps in the old days, in ancient times our
more violent years and barbaric days...but not anymore. We only drink
enough to keep us alive.... A pint or two every week and we are quite
stable."
Illya looked at him.
"You drank before coming?"
"Yes.... One of my helpers gave herself willingly to me. Fear not I only
took enough to get my strength back. She will be tired and need rest for
the next few days but other then that she will recover. I again
apologize...I did not mean to be so aggressive to you...I was quite, ah
heated by your moves...and looks..."
Illya felt himself blush.
"You do not think so...but you are quite beautiful. For a mortal."
Illya looked away and stared at his bed.
"Do vampires...ahm...have.... Ahm..." Illya was stumbling over the words
and the vampire laughed.
"Of course we have sex.... In fact we adore that almost as much as drinking
of blood, some vampires like myself enjoy having sex and drinking from
their...intended at the same time...it is rather...enjoyable."
Illya felt himself blush again.
Then he grew serious.
"You said that you are a dying breed?"
"Yes, there are only a few hundred of us left."
"Really?"
"Yes...and most are very young. Needing to be looked after and helped until
they are able to go on their own and seek their own lives and families."
"When is that?"
"Oh, about 500 years after their rebirth."
"Vampires...can they have children?"
Krell shook his head.
"No....no we are unable to...bear offspring. That is why it is necessary
for us in our one existence to at least bring ten mortals across and join
us...."
Illya was lost once more.
"To turn them into vampires...it is a much more complicated thing then just
drinking a victim's blood...it has other rituals involved...and we only
turn those into vampires that have proven the five steps into our order"
"What are they?"
"The five steps of order? 1: They must be of sound mind. That means that
they have to be stable...sane.... 2: They must be a force of virtue. They
must hold to morals and principles. 3: They must be willing to end and let
go of their mortal flesh willingly with no form of force.4: They must respect
all life, that of their fellow vampires and mortals." He paused then continued.
"That means not taking a life that is an innocent or of purity. You know the
myth, how we descend on virgins...totally untrue...we are forbidden to
touch them. That also includes children. I have never taken from a child
and never will. Last of all number 5: They must prove themselves in a
formal way that they are worthy of the transition. Like ...saving the life
of three vampires."
Illya shook his head.
"Is that why you're here, to offer me...immortality?"
"Among other things...."
He licked his lips and Illya felt a different kind of heat from his eyes.
Illya looked away sadly.
"What is it, Illya?"
He shook his head away from Krell.
"If you had come to me yesterday I would have said No. I might even have
killed the likes of you.... a stake through the heart?"
Krell nodded. "Wood, any holy blessed wood...yes...and now?"
"I don't know..."
"You have...been hurt?" He asked softly.
Illya didn't speak, he only nodded sadly.
"You are in love with a mortal and she does not return your love?"
Illya gulped and replied softly. "He...my partner..."
"Cop?" Krell asked with surprise.
"No...spy...."
Krell lightly smiled then grew serious.
"You love him a great deal?"
"With all my heart and soul."
"In time I can...I could mend that broken heart.... In what little time we
have known each other...and spoken...I would like to...."
Illya looked at him and before he could really think through his thoughts
he nodded. He rose and opened the window all the way.
"Come in. You are welcome."
Then as the vampire entered Illya went to the bed. Taking the cross he went
to a drawer and placing it inside he closed it, then he turned back to the
vampire.
Undressing himself he lay naked on the bed and waited.
Krell was slow and moved gently, without threat. Yet at the same time the
vampire still had an aura of great strength and power.
He removed his clothing and then stood before Illya. To Illya's surprise he
saw that the Vampire�s cock was already half erect. Hungry and throbbing.
He could see the fear in the Russian's eyes but determined to end the pain
Illya was in now.
"Your scars are gone?" Illya replied, seeing the untouched skin before him
and trying to ignore the huge penis that was before him. The thing looked
like a monster. Illya's fears came to the surface as he realized he had
never been in bed with a man, nor a vampire. In essence he was a virgin at
this moment and in unknown territory.
"We heal very quickly. Our wounds are only temporary. We also have limited
flight, more like leaping tall buildings in a single bound and we can float
for a bit...ha! And no we don't turn into bats, or any other silly animal.
We do have incredible strength and longevity."
He lowered himself gently over Illya's warm body, covering him completely
with his own. Illya felt the cold flesh and shivered slightly. "Relax...I
shall not hurt you..."
"Will it be painful?"
He shook his head and Illya found himself getting lost in the black eyes.
"It will be like the little death, you feel like you're dying but it is so
delicious and wonderful that you don't want it to end."
"The darkness?"
"The darkness is only a moment...I shall be here beside you."
"What must I do?"
"Just relax...don't be afraid...trust me...and soon the pain of the flesh
and the heart will all be a memory..."
The lips descended on the Russian and Illya felt himself starting to float.
Part Two
Illya felt himself lost in time, falling into a bliss of passionate
feelings and overwhelming emotions. He felt the hands magically touch him
slowly and caress him all over his body. The lips replaced those hands and
began to kiss those crevices. The tongue nipped at his temple and he felt
his groin leap to attention. Though he had never been touched by another
man and felt no love for the vampire, all Illya knew was that he was being
loved for the first time in his life.
He had such a sparse life. He had no memories of his father who had died in
the war, and his mother perished at the hands of Nazi soldiers. His
brothers and sisters were killed in the concentration camp and he was left
in the hands of cold bloody killers. What was left of him after the war was
destroyed at the orphanage by bullies and caretakers who couldn't be
bothered to take care of him.
Later he entered the military and escaped the confines of the orphanage
only to find cold malice in the Navy. He had never made any friends before
he came to New York and Napoleon had been the first one to break into his
walled-up world. Napoleon was the man who had captured his heart but would
never return that love.
The tears dropped from his eyes and Krell kissed them away.
"Do not weep Illya, I promise you this night you will be loved."
Wishing only for his mind to become oblivious Illya allowed the vampire
full access to his body, opening his legs and letting him have the one
place no one had ever been given access to.
The fingers gently nudged into his anus and Illya felt his muscle tighten
slightly. In moments it loosened and Illya felt the fingers gently push
inside and out, thrusting slowly before they began to scissor and force his
anus to open so it would be prepared for the bulk that would soon enter.
Ignoring the pain and his mind that screamed for him to stop this, Illya
closed his eyes and pictured Napoleon. Yes, Napoleon was the one that was
here, now holding him, loving him, Illya was feeling him doing all of this
to him.
He heard a low hiss and Illya's eyes flew open to see the eyes above him
turn from black into almost a gold-like color.
Unsure what was wrong, Illya tried to move, only for the vampire to hold
him still and snarl. "No, do not picture him...picture me....I will be the
one you shall love and I shall never abandon you....Feel my love."
Krell quickly withdrew some kind of oil from his cloak and then positioned
himself to thrust deep into Illya's buttock. Krell's tough sandpapered
tongue stroked the corner of Illya's throat preparing for the bite that
would enter into the veins of his intended. Realizing what was to come
Illya felt the cold overcome his body and he started to tremble. The fear
of what was to come suddenly hit home and Illya knew his death was
imminent. He would die in the arms of a man who he didn't love. Closing his
eyes he felt the tears come and spill down his eyelids.
Suddenly a loud growl above them shattered the intimate dramatic moment.
Illya heard a window being smashed and before he could figure out what was
happening he saw a familiar figure grab Krell by the shoulders and rip him away,
sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Winded, Krell looked at the man in
surprise and remained where he was trying to figure out what was going on
before he made any moves.
Sitting up in shock Illya gasped in horror as he confronted his partner
Napoleon Solo. Only it wasn't the slick debonair Solo he saw. His eyes were
no longer chestnut brown but gold, and there were fangs coming from his
mouth. Shocked, Illya felt himself beginning to lose consciousness.
"Nap....ol...eon." Then everything went black. Illya didn't feel his body
fall from the bed or feel the hands that caught him before he hit the
floor.
Awareness slowly came back to him and Illya could sense he was on his bed.
He was fully covered now in the sheets and blankets and a dim light on his
table was on. Opening his eyes he saw a dark man sitting on the edge of the
bed looking down at him with great concern.
"Are you ok, Illya?"
Illya numbly nodded. Napoleon's eyes were brown again. It had to have been
a dream. That's what it was, all a dream.
"Oh Napoleon, I had the most horrible nightmare..." Starting to sit up
Illya spotted something to his left and blinked when he saw Krell standing
at the end of the bed, his emotions masked with a grim expression.
"Oh nyet....It wasn't a dream."
Looking up at Krell his eyes flashed a warning and Krell backed away. Fully
dressed again the vampire moved to the far side of the room, taking a chair
and keeping himself out of the way.
Turning back to Napoleon Illya found he didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry, Tovarisch. I didn't mean to frighten you or upset you. But it
seems tonight I did both."
"You're a vampire too?" Illya asked, finally able to produce a sound.
"Yes....have been for four hundred years. Krell told me what you did
tonight....we talked...you were out for about 30 minutes....How do you
feel?"
Napoleon reached for him and Illya felt himself pull away. Seeing this
Napoleon withdrew his arm and shook his head.
"Confused....very confused...I don't understand..."
Rising from the bed Napoleon shrugged.
"I was very young and lived in Italy back in 1569 and had seen my wife and
children die from disease. I was left unscathed. For a time I was lost in
my grief and then started to travel so I could forget. I never did. But
then I met someone and he helped me through my pain and I realized I didn't
want to live in this world any more and so he gave me another life. He was
a vampire too. He took care of me after my transformation and has kept me
as his ward and guardian since."
Sitting up Illya leaned back against the pillows and placed his hand on his
forehead. He was suddenly getting a headache.
"Why...you never told me?"
"I couldn't....We are a small few and we have a pact to keep our presence
unknown to mortals."
"I see....no, I don't....Does Waverly know?"
Napoleon grinned. "He's my guardian."
Clicking that knowledge in, Illya shook his head.
"Is U.N.C.L.E. full of vampire agents?"
Solo laughed. "No. Illya, Just a few...."
"April and Mark?"
"April is mortal...Mark is a vampire and no, she doesn't know."
Grimacing Illya closed his arms around himself.
"So that is why you said you didn't want me...Because I am a mere mortal?"
Sitting down again beside Illya, Napoleon shook his head.
"For hundreds of years I have never allowed anyone to get close to me. I've
always insisted I wanted to be alone. The only company I ever shared was
with women I met...and they were very brief moments."
Illya looked up into his eyes.
"No, Illya, I didn't have sex with every woman I met, but I did take...from
them...for my survival...they didn't mind...in fact they enjoyed it."
Looking away Illya stared at the blankets trying to avoid his eyes.
"As did I....for a while....until I met you."
Napoleon reached for Illya's hand and this time Illya didn't flinch and let
his hand gently place itself over his own.
"I loved you from the moment I saw you."
Shocked Illya looked up in surprise at him.
"But you said..."
"I said...we couldn't be together...I didn't say I didn't love you, Illya.
I have always loved you. But it is impossible between us. You are mortal
and I am a vampire....that alone is something that cannot be easily pushed
aside."
"But I don't..."
"I will live forever...your life is short....you're mortal Illya. That is
why it is impossible for anything to happen between us."
"But you could make me a vampire too? Then we could?"
Solo shook his head.
"It is forbidden for any vampire younger then 500 years to take a mortal
and turn him into a vampire...we have to be a full adult and away from our
Guardian custodian before we can...choose a mate of our own."
Illya nodded. "You're only 435?"
"Well, actually I'm 442 but, ah, don't tell the girls in the records file
ok?"
The old Solo grin was on his face and Illya felt himself melt. Then he grew
sad and nodded.
"I see." Seeing the impossible he spoke softly.
"I'll, ah, put my resignation in to Mr. Waverly and request to be returned
to Russia first thing Monday...don't worry, I won't tell anyone...No one
would believe me anyway..."
Napoleon reached for him, and Illya felt the fingers gently pull up his
chin and after a moment Illya found himself buried in Napoleon's arms and chest.
After a brief time Solo began to stroke Illya's golden mane of hair and
spoke in a soft whisper.
"I love you, and rules or no rules...I won't let you go...I won't."
Gazing into his brown eyes Illya could see the love shinning in them.
"You do love me?"
"With all my soul...."
"I love you, Napoleon...with every beat of my heart and with all my soul."
It was then Krell finally spoke.
"You are both breaking my heart here."
They turned to see the vampire pacing the room.
He then looked at the two of them and smiled.
"I'll talk to the council and since I am the oldest vampire and since I am
an elder I don't see why we couldn't just bend the rules a little....what
we're only off by a few decades here...and I'm sure Alexander will be happy
to stand in as your representative and we can arrange something that will
be satisfactory to everyone."
Glancing at his watch he shook his head.
"It is late, and I'm exhausted from all that I've been through. I need to
retire and rest. I'll contact Waverly on Monday and will begin
arrangements...until then....until I get a confirmation...no biting!"
He grinned at that and made for the window.
He paused to look back at Solo.
"You have a fine catch there, Solo, you should have made certain to brand
him properly so someone of our race would not stumble upon him and try to
take him for their own."
Solo smiled back. "I will fix that immediately, Master Krell." Solo
ignored Illya's puzzled expression.
"Do so...." He paused to look at Illya. In the dim light Illya's hair
looked like it was a fire of gold and his eyes were shining like two
sapphires.
"If you change your mind about him, Solo, I will be more then happy
to...take him..."
Solo at once wrapped his arm around Illya, staking his claim.
"I won't...."
Illya's eyes danced with joy.
Smiling Krell gave them a salute and then leaped out the window,
disappearing into the night.
Alone Illya turned to face Solo once again and as he did he found Solo�s lips
descending on his own.
After a lifetime Illya felt the kiss end and looked up out of breath at his
partner and soon-to-be lover. How can it be that one moment he was in such
despair and then he felt such ecstasy the next?
"Brand me?"
"A simple...mark...a love bite you might call it...a hicky?"
Illya felt the color rise in his cheeks.
"I...I don't know what to say?"
"Neither do I....but will think of something."
Getting into the bed he wrapped Illya up into his arms and began to kiss
him on the neck and shoulders.
"In fact I can think of something right now..."
Illya almost laughed and stared into Solo's eyes.
"You are still the same, vampire or not, Happy Halloween Napoleon...."
No matter what was to come, whether he would become a vampire in the next
few days or be forced to stay mortal he knew now that they would stay together for the rest of their lives. For how long or how short only time could tell. But for this night Illya knew he had finally come home and was loved.
The end.