Title: There Will Be Blood
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,585
Author's Note: Spoilers for the Moonlight episode "B.C."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
Mick looked up with a growl, raising his head from the human he'd been feeding on. He could feel his fangs start to retract, his eyes reverting back to their normal blue rather than the glow they took on when he let his vampiric nature be revealed.
He hadn't glutted himself with blood directly from the vein in longer than he cared to remember -- in fact, he had still been with Coraline the last time he'd sated himself that way. That had been much the same as it was now -- the blood of an evildoer with murder in their heart.
They'd been part of some vampire's retinue -- some vampire who was a lot more powerful than he could ever hope he'd seem to be. Mick was smart enough not to mess with that kind of creature, even when they had the one thing that mattered the most to him.
Josef. They'd taken Josef. He didn't know how they'd managed to overpower his lover, but he knew that Josef was in danger, and that whoever had him wouldn't hesitate to kill him if they thought they could get away with it -- and if Josef wouldn't give in to whatever they demanded of him.
Mick also knew that Josef would never do that. Even in peril of his own life, he wasn't going to back down when he was threatened. He had always been the kind of person who would rise to a challenge, even one that he had to know he couldn't win.
He had to find out where they'd taken Josef, and rescue his lover. Even if he had to offer himself up in exchange for Josef's life, he'd do it. He'd do whatever he had to so he could ensure that Josef would keep living, even if he died in the attempt.
A thought flashed through his mind, bringing him up short and making him close his eyes as a pain knifed simultaneously through his head and his heart. Something that Josef had said to him more than once came back to him, his lover's voice crystal-clear in his mind.
"I don't want to live if anything happens to you. I'll die when you do, Mick. I won't give you up. Not now, not ever. It took me way too long to find you. I lost the first person I loved, and not going to lose the one person I want to spend eternity with."
He could hear those words as clearly as if Josef was standing right in front of him, gazing into his eyes as he spoke the words. Mick remembered the first time Josef had said that, when they were lying in bed together after making love, wrapped in each other's arms.
Josef loved him. The first person in his life who had ever truly loved him. And he loved Josef -- far too much to let his lover be harmed. But if he had to sacrifice himself to save Josef, then that brought up a problem that he hadn't considered.
If he managed to save Josef from whoever had taken him, and ended up giving up his own life in the process, he was sure that Josef wouldn't live long after him. He believed the other man when Josef said that he wouldn't keep living without Mick by his side.
What would be the use of saving him from whatever fate his captors might intend for him if he was only going to take his own life after losing his lover? That wasn't what Mick wanted to happen -- but he was positive that it could, in the worst-case scenario.
He would simply have to deal with that eventuality if and when it happened. At the moment, he was more focused on actually finding out where they might have taken Josef -- and if it would be possibly to get his boyfriend out of there without them having to fight their way out.
Mick was sure that wasn't going to happen; if these vamps had taken Josef for some purpose, then they sure as hell would have him guarded carefully. They'd have to know how strong Josef was, and how hard it would be to hold him captive for long.
What did they want with Josef? He had no idea why his boyfriend had been kidnapped, or how they had managed to take Josef without a bloody battle. He'd just happened to show up when these two humans had been busy ransacking the penthouse.
He didn't think they'd taken anything from it -- not that mere things mattered to Mick at all. They had the most important thing in his existence. They had Josef, his lover, his heart and soul, the man who meant everything to him. The man who was his life.
With a grimace of distaste, Mick threw the body in his arms aside; he'd drained the man of every drop of blood, but he hadn't done it as gracefully or with as little mess as Josef usually could. He hadn't been so careful; all he'd wanted to do was kill.
His anger didn't often get away from him like that, but he'd known that these men had been with the ones who had taken Josef -- and he had been determined to get some information out of them before he killed them. He'd found out where they were taking his lover, at least.
As Mick turned the second body over, a vial slipped out of the man's pocket and rolled across the floor. He reached for it, then pulled his hand back when he realized what was inside it. Dust. And he knew what that dust came from. He also knew better than to touch it.
Silver. The one thing other than a stake to the heart that could paralyze a vampire, keep them immobile even while their eyes were open and they were breathing. They'd know everything that was going on around them -- and they'd be able to feel pain, even though they couldn't fight against it.
Well, that answered his question as to how Josef had been taken. All his captors would have had to do was blow some silver dust into his face and he'd go into instant paralysis; it probably hadn't been hard to do that once they'd been granted access to the penthouse.
If they'd gotten into the penthouse, that meant Josef knew them. He probably even considered them to be friends, even though Mick knew that he did occasionally invite some of his vampiric business associates to his home. Though that probably wouldn't happen again.
Still, that explained how Josef had been kidnapped. And it also meant that it was going to be much harder than Mick had thought to get him out of there, if his abductors had a lot of silver dust available to them. It was easy enough for them to use it on others.
He'd seen it done, and the results hadn't been pretty. He still winced at the memory of the vampires who had been trapped in those tanks, paralyzed by silver in their veins, their blood being harvested. It could so easily be happening to Josef now ....
No. Mick shook his head, pushing the horrifying thought away. That was not going to happen to Josef. Whoever had taken him must have done so for a reason; they more than likely wouldn't kill him, at least not right away. Which gave Mick some time.
He knew where to find Josef. He just had to be careful to arm himself as best he could before he went there -- and he had to be doubly careful not to get caught. He couldn't let his anger run away with him again; that would only make him careless.
He'd find a way to get Josef out of there, and make sure that whoever had taken him was no longer a threat. Mick didn't know how he was going to achieve that goal -- but he would, no matter what he had to do. He would do anything to have Josef safe again.
But was Josef ever safe? His life was always in danger in some way or other, it seemed. They could never let down their guard completely; there was always some threat lurking under the surface. There probably always would be, but that was the life they'd chosen.
Mick rose to his feet, heading for the door, rage starting to build within him again. He knew that he shouldn't go looking for Josef's captors when he was so full of blood and anger, but he was consumed with the need to find his lover and exact retribution for whatever might have been done to him.
There would be more blood shed before this was over, Mick vowed, steeling the rage within him and trying to channel it outward, where it belonged. And it wouldn't be his, or Josef's. But someone would pay. With their blood, and with their lives.***