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elrhiarhodanTitle: The Blood of Helios – Vampire World – A Cut Scene – Elizabeth Wakes Up, and She’s Pissed
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Sunlight Agent, Elizabeth Burke, Shapeshifter
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~ 1200
Summary: Vampire Peter, Shapeshifter El and Neal, who is something more than he ever expected to be.
This is not a full chapter, but a scene that I cut from a draft a few months ago. It takes place between Chapters VII (In Preparation) and VIII (A Visitor). As much as I loved writing this, the scene became a distraction from the forward momentum of the plot, and it also felt a little repetitive. I also didn’t know how to end this on a note that fit within the White Collar continuum, because El’s full-frontal attack seemed very out of character. Read it and if so inclined, I’d love to know your thoughts.
This scene is un-beta’d, but I still must thankriazendira for all the help and support she’s provided over the months of writing. As always, all mistakes are mine, and mine alone.
Prologue | Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter IX | Chapter X
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The Blood of Helios – Vampire World – A Cut Scene – Elizabeth Wakes Up, and She’s Pissed
Elizabeth Burke woke up with a hangover, or the shapeshifter equivalent of one. Her head was pounding as if kobalds were mining it for gold, her mouth was bone dry and her tongue felt like it never shifted back from what ever form she had taken. Her body ached like she had the flu. Peter had thoughtfully left her a bottle of orange juice, nicely spelled to retain the cold. She didn’t bother with the glass, and just chugged the juice right from the container, not minding that a portion of it escaped her greedy mouth and ran down her chin. She felt marginally better.
What the in the seven red hells happened yesterday? Elizabeth felt like she’s been rolling around in something extremely unpleasant, and a sniff of her armpits confirmed that she had not spent the entire afternoon in genteel conversation with the Summer Queen and Neal Caffrey. Neal Caffrey. That triggered her memories – the silly limerick, Neal laughing so hard he fell out of his chair. June’s responsive laughter and the whole garden coming into bloom. The recollected scent of catnip and the shift into what? El closed her eyes and tried to remember. This had never happened to her before. Even as a girl in the midst of puberty, she never lost control of her shifting.
The pounding in her head came back, doubled in force as she tried to remember. Under normal circumstances, a quick shift into a cat and then back to human form took care of all her ailments, but she barely had the energy to get from the bedroom to the shower. The hot water helped, and as she sat and stared out at the starless night, Elizabeth got back bits and pieces of the missing time; the involuntary shift and a sense of unfamiliar mass. Lion? No. Tiger? That felt right. Where did she get the power to change into a form that was nearly triple her body mass? While the catnip was the catalyst, it surely wasn’t the fuel. She gently prodded the restored memories and came up with a feeling of intense arousal. It was really sort of embarrassing – the last time she got even mildly drugged out was on her wedding night. Her sister thought it would be cute to sprinkle the herb all over their bedroom, but the old and stale stuff did little more than make her slightly tipsy and as soon as Peter cleaned it up, the feeling dissipated.
This time, the memory of her arousal hit her like a punch. Her cunt turned liquid and her breasts and nipples hardened. What had she done?
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As Frank waddled off into the late morning, a black town car pulled up in front of the palace. The car had barely come to a stop when the door was flung opened and Elizabeth Burke erupted out of the vehicle like a Fury on a mission of vengeance.
“YOU!” She pointed at Neal and ran towards him. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?”
Neal turned around, expecting to find June standing behind him, or maybe Mairead had returned. But there was no one there.
She ran up the front stair and pushed him inside, shoving him hard enough that he fell backwards onto the marble floor. She knelt over him, her knee digging into his stomach and drew out a long knife that she pressed against his throat. “I’ll ask you one more time. What did you do to me?”
In a detached part of his brain, separate from the one that was pumping “fight or flight” messages into his body, Neal wondered if every encounter with Captain Burke’s wife would end up with him on his back, anticipating death at the end of something sharp and pointed. “Mrs. Burke, Elizabeth – please.”
“For the last time, blue eyes, what did you do to me?” Elizabeth pressed the knife a bit deeper and a thin line of blood welled up.
Neal tried to keep from panicking. “Mrs. Burke, please – I did nothing to you. You got drunk on catnip, changed into a tiger and jumped on me. I though you were going to kill me. You just draped your paws on my shoulders and butted your head against my face. We ended up on the ground.” Neal tried not to pant against the knife at his throat. “You were on top of me for almost an hour, you just kept nuzzling my neck and face.” Neal turned his head to display what he hoped was a bit of the rash the tiger’s whiskers and tongue left on his cheek and neck.
Elizabeth wasn’t mollified. “Did you touch me?”
Neal was at a loss for words. Would admitting that he played with her ears and whiskers and that he tickled her chin and cheeks earn him a knife in the throat? “I, um, touched your ears, your nose and your cheeks. Your fur was nice and soft.” He watched as a puzzled look ran across her face.
“That’s it? That’s all?” She took the knife away from his throat and Neal gave a little sigh of relief.
“I tickled your chin too.”
Elizabeth took her knee from his stomach and stood up, but she didn’t sheath the knife. She paced for a minute or two and Neal rose from his supine position to a seated one, but carefully kept himself lower than Elizabeth. This wasn’t instinct. Neal had once gotten into some trouble with a pack of werewolves, probably the most hierarchical of the preternaturals, and he learned the hard way that standing tall was a threat message. He had no clue if it was the same amongst cat-shifters, but it couldn’t hurt.
Finally, Elizabeth put her knife back in its scabbard and sat on the stairs. She looked at Neal and shook her head. “What the hell happened to me yesterday?” Her voice was soft, but there was a wealth of confusion in it.
“Elizabeth” Neal kept his voice low and soft. “Nothing happened – at least nothing bad. June started to sneeze and she ran inside. She called for Captain Burke and he came as soon as the sun set. He cut himself and you licked his blood and you shifted back to your human form, and he picked you up and left. That’s it.”
Deliberately keeping his head below her, Neal scooted along the marble floor and sat on the stair below Elizabeth. He asked her one simple question. “What’s the matter?”
Elizabeth scrubbed her hands against her face. “I don’t remember what happened. We were laughing…you were hysterical of that stupid limerick, and June started to laugh and the garden bloomed. I smelled something irresistible and that’s all I can remember clearly. I woke up this morning with a terrible headache and the feeling that something happened – or that I wanted something to happen.”
Author:
elrhiarhodan Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Sunlight Agent, Elizabeth Burke, Shapeshifter
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~ 1200
Summary: Vampire Peter, Shapeshifter El and Neal, who is something more than he ever expected to be.
This is not a full chapter, but a scene that I cut from a draft a few months ago. It takes place between Chapters VII (In Preparation) and VIII (A Visitor). As much as I loved writing this, the scene became a distraction from the forward momentum of the plot, and it also felt a little repetitive. I also didn’t know how to end this on a note that fit within the White Collar continuum, because El’s full-frontal attack seemed very out of character. Read it and if so inclined, I’d love to know your thoughts.
This scene is un-beta’d, but I still must thank
riazendira for all the help and support she’s provided over the months of writing. As always, all mistakes are mine, and mine alone.Prologue | Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter IX | Chapter X
Elizabeth Burke woke up with a hangover, or the shapeshifter equivalent of one. Her head was pounding as if kobalds were mining it for gold, her mouth was bone dry and her tongue felt like it never shifted back from what ever form she had taken. Her body ached like she had the flu. Peter had thoughtfully left her a bottle of orange juice, nicely spelled to retain the cold. She didn’t bother with the glass, and just chugged the juice right from the container, not minding that a portion of it escaped her greedy mouth and ran down her chin. She felt marginally better.
What the in the seven red hells happened yesterday? Elizabeth felt like she’s been rolling around in something extremely unpleasant, and a sniff of her armpits confirmed that she had not spent the entire afternoon in genteel conversation with the Summer Queen and Neal Caffrey. Neal Caffrey. That triggered her memories – the silly limerick, Neal laughing so hard he fell out of his chair. June’s responsive laughter and the whole garden coming into bloom. The recollected scent of catnip and the shift into what? El closed her eyes and tried to remember. This had never happened to her before. Even as a girl in the midst of puberty, she never lost control of her shifting.
The pounding in her head came back, doubled in force as she tried to remember. Under normal circumstances, a quick shift into a cat and then back to human form took care of all her ailments, but she barely had the energy to get from the bedroom to the shower. The hot water helped, and as she sat and stared out at the starless night, Elizabeth got back bits and pieces of the missing time; the involuntary shift and a sense of unfamiliar mass. Lion? No. Tiger? That felt right. Where did she get the power to change into a form that was nearly triple her body mass? While the catnip was the catalyst, it surely wasn’t the fuel. She gently prodded the restored memories and came up with a feeling of intense arousal. It was really sort of embarrassing – the last time she got even mildly drugged out was on her wedding night. Her sister thought it would be cute to sprinkle the herb all over their bedroom, but the old and stale stuff did little more than make her slightly tipsy and as soon as Peter cleaned it up, the feeling dissipated.
This time, the memory of her arousal hit her like a punch. Her cunt turned liquid and her breasts and nipples hardened. What had she done?
As Frank waddled off into the late morning, a black town car pulled up in front of the palace. The car had barely come to a stop when the door was flung opened and Elizabeth Burke erupted out of the vehicle like a Fury on a mission of vengeance.
“YOU!” She pointed at Neal and ran towards him. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?”
Neal turned around, expecting to find June standing behind him, or maybe Mairead had returned. But there was no one there.
She ran up the front stair and pushed him inside, shoving him hard enough that he fell backwards onto the marble floor. She knelt over him, her knee digging into his stomach and drew out a long knife that she pressed against his throat. “I’ll ask you one more time. What did you do to me?”
In a detached part of his brain, separate from the one that was pumping “fight or flight” messages into his body, Neal wondered if every encounter with Captain Burke’s wife would end up with him on his back, anticipating death at the end of something sharp and pointed. “Mrs. Burke, Elizabeth – please.”
“For the last time, blue eyes, what did you do to me?” Elizabeth pressed the knife a bit deeper and a thin line of blood welled up.
Neal tried to keep from panicking. “Mrs. Burke, please – I did nothing to you. You got drunk on catnip, changed into a tiger and jumped on me. I though you were going to kill me. You just draped your paws on my shoulders and butted your head against my face. We ended up on the ground.” Neal tried not to pant against the knife at his throat. “You were on top of me for almost an hour, you just kept nuzzling my neck and face.” Neal turned his head to display what he hoped was a bit of the rash the tiger’s whiskers and tongue left on his cheek and neck.
Elizabeth wasn’t mollified. “Did you touch me?”
Neal was at a loss for words. Would admitting that he played with her ears and whiskers and that he tickled her chin and cheeks earn him a knife in the throat? “I, um, touched your ears, your nose and your cheeks. Your fur was nice and soft.” He watched as a puzzled look ran across her face.
“That’s it? That’s all?” She took the knife away from his throat and Neal gave a little sigh of relief.
“I tickled your chin too.”
Elizabeth took her knee from his stomach and stood up, but she didn’t sheath the knife. She paced for a minute or two and Neal rose from his supine position to a seated one, but carefully kept himself lower than Elizabeth. This wasn’t instinct. Neal had once gotten into some trouble with a pack of werewolves, probably the most hierarchical of the preternaturals, and he learned the hard way that standing tall was a threat message. He had no clue if it was the same amongst cat-shifters, but it couldn’t hurt.
Finally, Elizabeth put her knife back in its scabbard and sat on the stairs. She looked at Neal and shook her head. “What the hell happened to me yesterday?” Her voice was soft, but there was a wealth of confusion in it.
“Elizabeth” Neal kept his voice low and soft. “Nothing happened – at least nothing bad. June started to sneeze and she ran inside. She called for Captain Burke and he came as soon as the sun set. He cut himself and you licked his blood and you shifted back to your human form, and he picked you up and left. That’s it.”
Deliberately keeping his head below her, Neal scooted along the marble floor and sat on the stair below Elizabeth. He asked her one simple question. “What’s the matter?”
Elizabeth scrubbed her hands against her face. “I don’t remember what happened. We were laughing…you were hysterical of that stupid limerick, and June started to laugh and the garden bloomed. I smelled something irresistible and that’s all I can remember clearly. I woke up this morning with a terrible headache and the feeling that something happened – or that I wanted something to happen.”
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Date: 2010-08-04 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-06 01:20 pm (UTC)This is amazing
Date: 2010-08-06 01:05 pm (UTC)AND NOW I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS STORY AND STAYED UP READING, IT IS NOW SIX IN THE MORNING. THERE ARE LITTLE BIRDS UP AND SINGING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. *croaks*
I love you. Yup. I do. (I think I need to shut off what's left of my brainz now, fandom you sinful little thing)
Re: This is amazing
Date: 2010-08-06 01:20 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. I am glad you are enjoying the saga.
I completely understand how fandom can swallow you whole...hehehe
New chapter coming on Monday. Lots and lots happening. DON'T MISS IT!