The Light Side of the Moon [10% Complete]

[Lance Vida]

Prompt List

• Misfortune
• Hate
• Cold
• Autumn
• Light
• Silver
• Safety
• Sing
• Drowning
• Obsession

[Lance Vida]

misfortune

[Lance Vida]

hate

[Lance Vida]

C O L D

Lance had been home for all of ten minutes before his night went to total shit. He'd just taken off his riding gear, understanding fully why Laura had told him that eventually there would come a day when they would have need for vehicles besides their motorcycles, and bitterly accepting that she was right. He had just changed into his flannel pajama pants and thrown on a white t-shirt when the door banged open and revealed Trevor holding a sopping Laura. A sopping Laura whose lips were blue and who had stopped shivering and was currently trying to tell Trevor that she wanted to go to sleep.

He jumped off the couch so fast that he almost flipped it over (damn Vida strength), grabbing her from Trevor before the hunter could even explain anything. "I got her," he said roughly. The way he said it was all that really needed to be said, and yet, it said a lot more. Mainly, that Trevor should probably leave and let him handle it before Lance decided that he didn't want to hear about what had happened and just took it out on Trevor. It was funny - Lance considered Trevor a friend, a good friend, even, and yet him returning his sister to Lance in such a state of near death was enough for Lance to forget any sort of relationship they had in favour of a painful death.

All things considered, if Lance had shown up with Tyler in a similar state, he would expect no less of a reaction from Trevor, and he would find it totally justified. That was why he wasn't surprised when Trevor nodded, just said, "Call me as soon as you know anything," and left, shutting the door behind him in a way that was somewhere between a click and a slam. As far as Lance was concerned, he could have left the thing wide open - his whole attention was focused on his sister at the moment.

"Jesus Christ, what did you get yourself into this time?" he muttered, mostly to himself. He shook her gently, already rushing back to his bedroom with her. Hot shower? No, he ruled that out right away. She may be a Vida, but she'd still get nerve damage, and he'd had nerves reconnect before - it felt like his body was electrocuting itself for days on end. He didn't want her to experience that any more than she had to. He set her down on the bed, shaking her until she would sit up, and realized that she couldn't do it on her own. Her muscles were totally locked up - she was going into hypothermia, if she wasn't there already.

"Laura? Laura, sweetheart, talk to me," he urged her, his voice gentle, but very tense. He began to strip off her wet clothing while her eyes wandered around the room uselessly - it was like she'd never seen it before.

"Vampire," she managed. "T-t-took me off the b-b-bridge with him. F-f-f-ucker," she added. She tried to smile, but only managed half, before lurching forward violently as her muscles began to spasm. It was like her body was trying to heal itself before the damage had stopped being done, and it made her Vida ability hurt more than help.

"This may be weird, but I'm going to try and get you some body heat," he informed her, hoping she didn't fight him on the issue. Lance knew the best way to generate heat was to just snuggle up to someone, and sister or no, that was totally happening. It was strange - ever since they'd found out they were twins, their attitudes towards eachother had changed, almost - not for the better (they fought more now than ever before), but not for the worse either (they seemed to have a stronger bond, somehow). Lance would put aside the notion of laying naked in bed with his sister if it would help her heal faster. Somewhere deep inside of him, something stirred. He didn't know what it was, and he ignored it for the moment. He had no idea that Areli blood was awakening right then, and even if he did know, he wouldn't have cared. Priorities.

He guided her into the bed, yanking off his own shirt and pants (keeping his Christmas boxers on, at least), and pulled her close to him beneath the covers. He wrapped his arms around her tightly (but not so tightly he'd crush her ribs), and worked to clear away her wet hair. He should have grabbed a towel; he substituted a sweatshirt he found on his bed for the time being, winding her hair up and resting her head on top of it, then atop the pillow.

"Laura," he said softly, "you've got to be more careful."

She could feel his voice through his chest, pressed so firmly against her back. It roused her from her semi-conscious state, the rumbling, and she managed to insist that she was 'fine'. He countered that she didn't LOOK fine, and Laura realized that feeling was returning to her limbs slowly. She couldn't understand why, but she felt almost like it was him more than it was the simple act of heat transference. She didn't know how to explain it, and she certainly didn't know how to bring it up, but if she would have known that Lance felt something strange, too, she might have actually approached the topic.

They stayed like that for a full half hour or so, until Lance pulled back slightly, feeling himself start to grow physically hot from the proximity. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

Laura rolled over, ignoring the situation at hand, and stared at him. "Better," she said honestly. "I can feel my body again, at least. And speak without cracking my teeth," she added, her brows raising a little. She paused, studying his face. It was like looking into a mirror sometimes - obviously, not an identical reflection, but a sort of distorted one all the same. "Thank you," she whispered. "I know it's probably weird, so maybe we shouldn't tell Trev-"

What happened next, they definitely wouldn't tell Trevor.

Lance had felt his blood start to boil the moment that she'd rolled over. It was like he was looking at himself in another body, somehow. He couldn't explain what was happening, but it was as though his brain had suddenly disconnected from the rest of him. He'd been rolled by magic before; other vampires and Witches alike, both in training and in the field (some experiences good and some not so much), and if he had to guess, he would say that this was the same sort of sensation. It was like his own power took him over, and he just... leaned in and kissed Laura.

It was a chaste kiss at first, just a brush of his lips against her own. He was so thankful that she was alive - and seeing her with that bluish cast to her lips and that deathly pallor to her skin had terrified him in a way he couldn't even describe. He was just overwhelmed, that was all. That's how it had started, anyways. As soon as his lips touched her own, however, something inside of him just...

"What is that?" Laura said. She was trembling, but it was for a different reason - so was he. She pulled her arm from under the blanket, holding it out, but she couldn't keep it steady. "It's like..." and she trailed off. It was power. Raw, unadulterated, and intense. She tore her green eyes away from her hand and locked them with his, her lips quivering from the surge of energy that was rushing through her.

"I don't know," he said honestly, his own voice just as quiet and every bit as shocked. "We should go find Ash," he suggested. As soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back. He didn't want to go find Ash; he didn't want to go find anyone. As far as he was concerned, nobody else in the world existed at that moment, and yet he felt like he had to say it because otherwise he would try to explore whatever power they'd just found, and he didn't know what would happen.

"We should," she agreed. He didn't fail to notice that she not only made no move to leave, she actually reached out and traced her index finger along his jaw ever so lightly. Her touch was like electricity, but not the bad kind. She watched him close his eyes in spite of trying to insist that they go figure out what was happening, and that same aggressive feeling came back, this time stronger than before.

"Laura," he started, shuddering in spite of himself. He'd never reacted that way to anyone before. "I don't think..." He trailed off. She just stared at him, green eyes wide and sparkling with that strange energy that they'd raised somehow, her brows arched and her mouth half-open like she expected him to protest and was ready to counter-protest back. He felt the last bit of control he had slipping away, and felt himself lean in again, only to find that Laura had leaned up to meet him.

Their kiss the first time had been gentle - innocent, curious. It had been enough to awaken the Areli blood inside of them. Unfortunately, this time around, the Areli blood had taken them over. They'd been rolled by their own power, because they had never been taught or trained like an Areli should have been, and as such, they had no way to defend themselves or otherwise resist. Despite Laura forever being the dominant of the twins simply because Lance would only argue for so long before he lost his amusement with her, he definitely became the aggressor in the situation. He snaked an arm across her, she shifted; he shifted. He felt her calves brush against the back of his legs as they became entangled in one another, and her fingers grazed his back gently before she struck, digging her nails into his shoulders.

The last thing he remembered was his sister's hands running through his blonde hair, the feeling of sweat against his brow, and the faint scent of vanilla against her throat as he began to drift off, face buried in the crease of her shoulder.