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Vertigo (Blood Ties) PG
I just watched the latest episode of Blood Ties, 5:55, and I was like, I finally have a hook! Girly wangsty introspection ahead.
Vertigo
A Blood Ties story
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mhalachaiswords
Summary: At three in the morning is the only time Vicki can let herself think about how far down the rabbit hole she's fallen... (Episode tag to 5:55)
Characters/Pairing: Sort of Vicki/Mike and sort of Vicki/Henry and all kinds of woe.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or shows belong to me. The Blood Ties series started with Tanya Huff and slipped sideways into Lifetime. Read and watch, yo.
Rating: PG for angst, blood imagery, swearing
Setting/Spoilers: The night after 5:55, episode three in season two or fifteen in season one, take your pick. Spoilers for that episode, no doubt.
Words: 480, give or take
It was 3:21 in the morning and Vicki couldn't stop thinking about blood.
If Henry hadn't stopped... Vicki closed her eyes, twisted her head away as if it could possibly stop the nauseating vertigo, but memory wouldn't release her.
She had trusted Henry to stop. She'd let him press her up against the cold blue wall of the elevator and sink his teeth through her skin, into her vein, taking blood and stripping away her control.
She never gave away control. Not to her family, not to her lovers, not even to Mike. That she'd done it for Henry scared her more than anything else he could have done.
He could have killed her if he wanted and she wouldn't have been able to stop it, wouldn’t have been able to stop him from taking the life from her veins.
Mike had died at a minute to midnight and she hadn't been able to stop it; hadn't been able to hold in his blood against the bullet wound.
Stubborn tears pushed at her eyes and Vicki took off her glasses; resisted the urge to throw them at the wall. Her apartment was so dark that the glasses didn't make any difference anyhow. Everything was spinning and she couldn't see more than half a foot in front of her face, and if that wasn't the most fucking ironic commentary on her life...
Even thinking about how Mike wasn't dead any more made Vicki want to vomit, to scream, to hurt something. She'd gotten so cocky, living the same day over and over with Henry at her side that she forgot that she wasn't immortal, that Mike wasn't immortal. When she finally found a way to save the world, she'd thrown everything away to bring Mike back.
Somewhere along the line, she had decided that a world without Mike Celluci wasn't worth living in, and she had no fucking clue how that happened.
Henry didn't know what she had done, why she had asked him to release the evil of Pandora's box on the world. He had only listened, then he'd taken her blood, made her a little more his.
Vicki wondered if Henry knew for what she would end the world, and that it wasn't him.
Mike was safe and alive, Henry had tasted her blood, and all she could feel was the gritty, slippery wetness of Mike's blood on her hands.
Ever since her eyes began to fail, everything was out of control. The messed-up relationship with Mike, the inevitable crash-and-burn with Henry, the demons and magics and everything in the universe out to get her, and there wasn't one damned thing Vicki could do to stop any of it.
Everything was out of control.
It was 3:49 in the morning and Vicki could still feel Henry's teeth on her throat and Mike's blood on her hands and she wondered if she was ever going to stop falling.
A Blood Ties story
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mhalachaiswordsSummary: At three in the morning is the only time Vicki can let herself think about how far down the rabbit hole she's fallen... (Episode tag to 5:55)
Characters/Pairing: Sort of Vicki/Mike and sort of Vicki/Henry and all kinds of woe.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or shows belong to me. The Blood Ties series started with Tanya Huff and slipped sideways into Lifetime. Read and watch, yo.
Rating: PG for angst, blood imagery, swearing
Setting/Spoilers: The night after 5:55, episode three in season two or fifteen in season one, take your pick. Spoilers for that episode, no doubt.
Words: 480, give or take
It was 3:21 in the morning and Vicki couldn't stop thinking about blood.
If Henry hadn't stopped... Vicki closed her eyes, twisted her head away as if it could possibly stop the nauseating vertigo, but memory wouldn't release her.
She had trusted Henry to stop. She'd let him press her up against the cold blue wall of the elevator and sink his teeth through her skin, into her vein, taking blood and stripping away her control.
She never gave away control. Not to her family, not to her lovers, not even to Mike. That she'd done it for Henry scared her more than anything else he could have done.
He could have killed her if he wanted and she wouldn't have been able to stop it, wouldn’t have been able to stop him from taking the life from her veins.
Mike had died at a minute to midnight and she hadn't been able to stop it; hadn't been able to hold in his blood against the bullet wound.
Stubborn tears pushed at her eyes and Vicki took off her glasses; resisted the urge to throw them at the wall. Her apartment was so dark that the glasses didn't make any difference anyhow. Everything was spinning and she couldn't see more than half a foot in front of her face, and if that wasn't the most fucking ironic commentary on her life...
Even thinking about how Mike wasn't dead any more made Vicki want to vomit, to scream, to hurt something. She'd gotten so cocky, living the same day over and over with Henry at her side that she forgot that she wasn't immortal, that Mike wasn't immortal. When she finally found a way to save the world, she'd thrown everything away to bring Mike back.
Somewhere along the line, she had decided that a world without Mike Celluci wasn't worth living in, and she had no fucking clue how that happened.
Henry didn't know what she had done, why she had asked him to release the evil of Pandora's box on the world. He had only listened, then he'd taken her blood, made her a little more his.
Vicki wondered if Henry knew for what she would end the world, and that it wasn't him.
Mike was safe and alive, Henry had tasted her blood, and all she could feel was the gritty, slippery wetness of Mike's blood on her hands.
Ever since her eyes began to fail, everything was out of control. The messed-up relationship with Mike, the inevitable crash-and-burn with Henry, the demons and magics and everything in the universe out to get her, and there wasn't one damned thing Vicki could do to stop any of it.
Everything was out of control.
It was 3:49 in the morning and Vicki could still feel Henry's teeth on her throat and Mike's blood on her hands and she wondered if she was ever going to stop falling.
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I am all for Vicky/Henry pairing and loved the casual way the whole biting scene was handled but...
darn, you nailed Vicky down with the warts and all.
More?
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And I'm personally of the opinion that Vicki/Henry and Vicki/Mike aren't necessarily conflicting things... then I get that from the books, which are just so much fun.
Hopefully more as more eps come out. I've found a way into fandom and we all know how that works with me -- IO never get out :)
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Somewhere along the line, she had decided that a world without Mike Celluci wasn't worth living in, and she had no fucking clue how that happened.
&hearts
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I'm glad you liked it. I have to admit, I've read the books and so I have a certain slant on the way things turn out. I have always liked the book version of Mike/Vicki/Henry. Mrow.
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Plus it doesn't hurt that Christina Cox does such an amazing job as Vicki :D
You have an email coming your way, btw.
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I love this. I love her spiral and the repetition even now she's out of her time loop, and good goddamn, but I love 5:55 with a joy that cannot be adequately expressed.
I hope hope hope you get more writeable ideas for Blood Ties.
And how funny is it that it's on Lifetime?
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Lifetime. Hee. I hadn't thought of that.
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P.S. When does Blood Ties come on TV? I totally missed that they had even made a TV show of it! Do they have DVDs out yet?
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Blood Ties is on TV Friday nights on Lifetime (if you're in the States *checks your location* Yup). It's been on for about a year -- they split the first season into two mini-seasons, so this is the "start" of year two/second half of year one. The next ep, this Friday, looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. All the acting is wonderful.
Yes, I'm gushing like a good little fangirl. The whole concept is just delicious.
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And now that I have figured out a way into the show, I might just have to go back to re-watch them all to see what else I can do :D
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She rarely showed such feeling for Mike but I am glad she did.
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-- Rosy
P.S.: I had a recent revelation regarding Rodney McKay of SGA: http://rosy-the-cat.livejournal.com/14329.html
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Then went and watched all of the 16 episodes of Blood Ties that I could find online.
Then read this again.
It was better the second time and I think I love you ^_^
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I love this little pice. It is absolut fantastic.
So much Vicki.
5:55 is one of my favorites. And with this story it is not complete but much more how it should end.
Thank you.
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All of my BT fic can be found with this tag:
http://mhalachaiswords.livejournal.com/tag/blood+ties+fic
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It was better the second time and I think I love you ^_^
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