Author: Ally P.
E-mail: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Not mine. Vivian Vande Velde's.
Archive Rights: My live journal, My website, anywhere that wants it as long as they ask!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: My version of the final events?
Feedback: Yes! Please! Just leave a comment on my LJ (allyp) or email me at the above address!
Pairings: Why Michel/Kerry of course!
Author's Notes: When I first read this book I could help but think, "THAT'S THE END?! No way! It can't end like that! So, I'm writing an alternate ending?
"Is there any chance you'd ever change your mind?"
She turned back. It was tempting. Faced with the prospect of never seeing him again, it was very tempting. But her only hope was to not let him know that, "Is there any chance you'd change yours?" she countered.
"It would be nice not to have to be looking over my shoulder all the time," he acknowledged. "And to see your hair in the sunlight." He glanced away as though embarressed by the sentimentality of that. He made no assurances, which might have been more promising than if he did. "Good-bye, Kerry. In the future be careful whom you rescue."
"Good-bye Ethan."
"Michel," he corrected, and because he gave it the French pronunciation, she thought maybe it was his real name.
It was more encouraging then his honestlys or trulys.
"Good-bye Michel," she said. She walked down the stairs, past Marsala's body, and out the door, heading for home.
Then she stopped. She turned around and saw Michel still crouched. He was watching her with interest.
"I thought you had no intention of becoming a vampire." It was not a question, just a simple statement of fact. She nodded to that and started away again only to stop again. Look, Kerry. Get yourself together. You need to go home and see your dad and Ian. You need to tell them you're all right.
"I," she faltered choosing her words carefully. "Sometimes things we don't intend to do happen anyway." Walking back over to Michel, she sat down and leaned against him.
"Kerry, are you sure about this?" Kerry just nodded, then paused.
"Will you tell me how this is going to work first? I want to know how one is made first before you do it." Michel sighed.
"It's basically how I told you before, when I said how I was made, and about choices. It's a blood exchange. I have to drink some of your blood, and then you have to drink some of mine. Then, your heart will slow, your breathing will stop, and you'll suddenly be very hungry."
"Will I need to kill this time?"
"Yes, this is your first meal as a vampire. You'll need the spirit." Kerry shuddered, but smiled.
"Where will I get my.. meal?"
"Find someone alone and in a dark alley or similar. Induce sleep into their mind and feed. Try to make sure it's not someone who will be missed. Make sure that it's a bum of sorts, since you don't know how to make it look like something other than it was."
"How do I induce sleep?"
"You'll know. A lot of being a vampire is plain instinct."
"Okay. Okay." Kerry pulled her hair back from her neck and arched it in his direction. Michel grasped the back of her neck with his right hand and started to gently kiss the left side of her neck. Trailing down from just under her earlobe to the juncture of her shoulder and neck, he breathed deeply and pressed his very sharp teeth against her skin. Then he applied pressure and sunk his teeth in.
For Kerry, the first second there was a piercing pain, but it soon faded to a very pleasing sensation. She relaxed her neck muscles and leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing hard. After a little over a minute, he slowly stopped drawing her blood and unlatched himself from her neck. Kerry felt dizzy and lightheaded. Michel brought his own wrist to his mouth and made two neat puncture wounds, which began to bleed freely.
Michel held up his bleeding wrist to Kerry's mouth and she immediately latched on. She suctioned her mouth to the wound and drew a lot of blood quickly. She raised her eyes from his arm to look at his face. Michel's head was tipped back and his mouth slightly agape in passion. A few moments later, he regained his bearing and slowly removed his wrist from her mouth.
"That's enough, Kerry. That's enough." They smiled at each other, both bearing fangs. Kerry bent down and licked the last of the blood from his wrist, kissed him, and walked out of the house and into the streets.
Time to find myself something to eat..