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[storiesundercandlelight]

hii so it’s me again and i have a couple ideas i really love the upper hand fic u did so maybe you could do a pt.2 id love it tysm so much 🥰

The Upper Hand Pt 2

Ah so so happy you enjoyed the first part!!! Again (as always because I'm both lazy and too keen to post finished fics) I haven't checked this over for errors yet! NSFW+18

"We're running low, too low in fact - I know of at least two patients in Whitechapel that have been experiencing nausea and I don't have enough to make the tonics" You sighed at Jonathan's words, knowing full well that meant another trek out to one of the abandoned pharmacies in the city.

"Why don't you use the hospitals supplies? It seems rather stupid when we are quite literally here in the hospital"

"The hospital is short as well, I can't take their supplies when someone here may need it - the nearest pharmacy we can check isn't that far"

"No no, not that far, just around a few corners, through a pack of Skals and a bunch or two of Priwen's delightfully dull patrols" You sighed again, your arms flopping over your face as you laid across the small hospital bed Jonathan had in his office.

"So dramatic"

"I bet you any money there's enough in the supply room to make the tonics and leave the hospital enough"

"Oh? I wasn't aware of your new position as the inventory keeper" You rolled your eyes and shot up from the bed, grabbing Jonathan by the arm and pulling him with you towards the door. His arms were cold, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing his skin to the warmth of your hand.

You made quick work of dragging Jonathan along with you to the supply room a few doors down, you stopped only once you were outside the door, an impatient look cast towards Jonathan as he reluctantly pulled his keys from his trouser pockets to unlock the door. "You are unbelievably stubborn"

"And you are unbelievably boring but we can't all win"

"You weren't saying that the other night" Jonathan muttered as he unlocked the door. The night in question came flooding back to you, the teasing between you turning into a rather heated night. The imagery your mind replayed had you heating up as Jonathan held the door open for you.

"I thought you'd given up that smug little look of yours"

"Of course not, I still have the upper hand remember?" You rolled your eyes as you looked over the small but cluttered supply room, a large shelf sat in the centre of the room, so full you couldn't see through it to the other side. Surely with all of these bottles and boxes Jonathan could take what was needed without venturing out into the city.

You almost said as much but Jonathan had already begun searching the shelves for what he needed. You watched and then followed him around the shelf as he searched. Your eyes wandering over his form, lingering on his exposed forearms as he reached up to inspect the label on a bottle on a higher shelf. "It's rude to stare"

You tried to suppress the heat you felt rising to your cheeks but you were sure if you looked in a mirror you'd be red. "No staring. Simply waiting with oh so much patience for you to hurry up"

"You're the one who wanted to get the supplies from in here, which by the way is stealing"

"You're everyone's favourite doctor, they wouldn't even suspect you"

"Hmm so I get to be someone else's downfall do I?"

You ignored him, allowing your eyes to venture once more, no point stopping now. You had to admit Jonathan was a fine sight, for a doctor especially. His hair was neatly slicked back, you remembered the feeling of the shorter hair at the back and sides against your fingers. The way he'd used his tongue, teased you, so confident in making a point.

Damn. You'd done a fine job of working yourself up now. Even the little lip bite Jonathan was subconsciously pulling off as he checked more labels had you wishing you were still in his office. Although...he had relocked the door hadn't he? You leant back just enough to see past the shelf, eyes flicking in the direction of the door briefly to check it was in fact closed. The keys in the lock confirming your suspicions.

You moved quickly then, pushing yourself rather elegantly between the shelf and Jonathan. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you back" you gave him no other notice as you dropped to your knees, hands already working his belt open and pulling at his trousers.

Jonathan's whole body tensed as he sucked in a breath he didn't need. "You can't be serious?! Here?!" His whispered yell would have made you laugh if you weren't so focused on pulling him out of his trousers.

In all fairness he could have stopped it, he could have pulled away and stopped you before you started. But he didn't. And he lost all thoughts of doing so when he felt the heat of your mouth wrap around him, working him up very quickly to full hardness. "God" He sighed, allowing himself to lean by the forearm against the shelf as you moved your mouth along the length of him.

He felt his legs twitch when you licked the tip of him, teasing him before taking his length again, moving with an admirable if not infuriating determination. Jonathan let his forehead drop, resting it on the arm against the shelf as soft moans started falling from his lips. He was sure the more sensible part of him was screaming at him to stop this madness, they were in the supply room for gods sake, anyone with a key could walk in.

He could feel his body tensing, that same coil he felt the other night tightening as he neared his release. But just as he thought the end was coming, you slowed down to a brutally slow pace. Jonathan groaned in both annoyance and lust as you leisurely teased your tongue long him, placing only gentle kisses to the tip of his length. He allowed himself to look down at you, you didn't meet his gaze, too fixed on your current task but he saw it...that little smirk. Well...he wasn't about to give up his hold on the lead just yet. Jonathan pulled away from you, startling you when his hands gripped onto your arms, pulling you up and turning you to face the shelf.

"I don't appreciate being teased"

"The feelings mutual my dear, but you deserve it after the other night" You felt Jonathan's hands at the fastenings of your trousers for only a second before he pulled them down, your exposed behind pressing against his length. "If I had known this is all it takes to make you snap I would have done this ages ago"

"I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to make your little jokes anymore" You gasped as Jonathan pressed you against the shelf harder, pulling your hips back against his with one hand while the other gripped the shelf your head was against.

"Such filthy words again doctor! You should really-" You words were cut off as Jonathan pushed into you, your body taking him so easily as he pressed in to the hilt. He gave you a moment, but that was all. Jonathan set an equally determined pace as he moved his hips against you, your grip on the shelves tightening as you tried to keep yourself upright against this delicious assault.

Moments that you wished would last forever passed as you moved against each other - mindful of the noise you were both making as Jonathan moved his hips. You almost didn't noticed the handle of the door jiggling as someone tried to open it. Jonathan's body went still as you both froze, he knew the keys in the lock should stop anyone from the outside being able to unlock the door but that wouldn't explain why he was in the supply room with you with the door locked, not to mention the state you would both be in.

"Blast it I forgot my keys!" Edgars voice sounded from the other side of the door, Jonathan cursed.

"Why am I always getting into trouble with you?" before you could answer Jonathan was moving again, this time as quickly as your position would allow him. You would have called him mad but you knew better than to test him at this point, so you simply held on for dear life as he pushed you both towards your ends.

He wasn't sure if it was the location, the fact that Edgar was likely on his way back or simply from having you again - especially like this, that had Jonathan slipping over the edge, gasping against your shoulder as he filled you. You followed as soon as the heat of him entered you, biting down on your hand to stop the moan that threatened to fall from your lips.

You wished you could have stayed like that for longer but Jonathan had already pulled away, gathering himself together before helping you do the same. You both rushed towards the door, Jonathan's hand quickly finding the keys in the lock and turning them.

It was almost comical how his head shot out, checking left and right to see if the coast was clear before he ushered you out and down the hallway to his office. "That is the last time I listen to one of your ideas"

"Don't even try to tell me you didn't enjoy that"

"I'm not, although I would prefer one of these days to do that with you in a location where we don't have to be quiet" You smirked, hands finding the now wrinkled collar of Jonathan's shirt.

"I'm sure that can be arranged"

"Hmm... so what are we even now?" Jonathan's look of disappointment wasn't easily missed as it crossed his features. "I was enjoying being in the lead"

"Well you'll just have to get back in front then wont you?"

"Hmm" Jonathan turned his head, frowning suddenly. "You do realise we didn't find the supplies we needed... we're going out for them" You groan of annoyance only caused him to chuckle as he reached for your coats. It seemed the night was very far from being over.

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In The Eyes of Priwen - Chapter Four

Another chapter!

Geoffrey made quick work of his journey to Evelyn's house, he could see the two lads stationed outside for the night sitting on chairs out the front. A luxury he certainly hadn't awarded to them. They stood up to greet him when he got close enough for them to be able to make him out in the lamp lit street, the air felt damp, like any moment the heavens would open up and the rain would start to fall. 

"Evening boss, everything alright?" Geoffrey was half ashamed that he couldn't remember the name of the guard who addressed him first, he was new.

"Yeah, anything here? I take it you're bein' treated as well as the lads last night?"

"Yeah Miss Evelyn had her man come out earlier with drinks and food" Geoffrey nodded before heading up the stairs, leaving the two men to sit back down. He knocked on the door expecting to be greeted by Sembene but it was Evelyn that opened the door.

"Hello, come in" She ushered Geoffrey in quickly, motioning for him to follow her into the living room and towards the desk at the back of the room.

"Your man not here tonight?"

"He was earlier but not now, I usually let him take time off, it's only me here now after all. Though he hasn't been taking any time since the attack. But now that your men are here I insisted" Geoffrey could already see an improvement, Evelyn was still dressed as casually as before, but her eyes seemed brighter, she'd clearly been sleeping these last couple of nights. "I found something"

"Yeah your note said"

"I don't actually know if it will be helpful to you but..." Evelyn leant over and picked up two brown leather journals from the desk. " My father was an explorer, hence the décor, he usually visited Egypt. Anyway before he died he became obsessed with immortality. Thomas and I just put it down to his love for Ancient Egyptian beliefs and their afterlife, but he wasn't the same in the last two years of his life" Geoffrey was beginning to wonder what any of this had to do with him, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her as he would have done with someone else like Edgar. Geoffrey realised he would probably sit and listen to her chat about anything as long as she kept her attention on him.

"Anyway it wasn't until I read his last two journals that I saw Priwen mentioned, and someone named Carl Eldridge?" Geoffrey's interest peaked at this.

"He was the former leader of Priwen, my mentor"

"My father seemed to have been meeting with him, about a weapon that can kill vampires. But later in the journal he begins talking about a club called Ascalon. They apparently reached out to him offering him immortality, I suppose I now know that means turning him into a vampire"

"Yeah it does, what weapon is mentioned?"

"Some sort of sword, the sword of a king" Geoffrey stilled for a moment. The only link to a king was the blood of Arthur that Carl had passed down to Geoffrey. Only in a time of great need was he to even consider using it to help him battle the worst of foes. But Geoffrey wasn't a fool, there was only one sword owned by a king that would be worth mentioning. "You can take them"

Geoffrey took the journals from Evelyn. "You sure?"

"Yes, you can bring them back after you're done with them and to let me know if there anything other than the ramblings of a mad man in there"

"Carl wouldn't have worked with your father if he were mad"

"My father was persuasive, even at the end he could probably talk his way out of the worst kinds of situations. Maybe he talked his way into gaining Carls help"

"You don't sound too fond of him. Your father I mean"

"I was, but he was away most of the time travelling. He'd never take me with him no matter how much I asked. My mother was determined to stick to the rules of the upper class, marry me off to someone suitable, my father knew I wouldn't have it. He used to let me get into all sorts of trouble" Evelyn smiled at the memory and now even more than before Geoffrey wanted her to keep talking.

"Your mother isn't around either?"

"No she passed first, she was sick. About 6 months later was when my father began to change. He died of a heart attack. Then it was me and Thomas. Now it's just me" She didn't say it with sadness but Geoffrey knew what it was like to be alone, you often hide the pain of it, well he certainly did.

"I know the feelin' of being the only one left" Geoffrey watched Evelyn look up at him in sympathy.

"You lost your family?"

"My father came back to Dublin a leech, killed my mother, Carl saved me and helped me hunt down Ian who was turned. That's how I ended up in Priwen" It wasn't a story Geoffrey often told, the short version was the only one he was comfortable with.

"I'm sorry"

"It was a long time ago now"

"Doesn't stop the memory from being there though" Evelyn shrugged to lighten the mood and stepped closer to Geoffrey, this close he could see the faint freckles that dotted across the bridge of her nose, the mix of greys and blues in her eyes. He realised after a moment she had been expecting him to move with her, he didn't and was now blocking her from moving away from the desk.

He cursed himself and went to move but Evelyn reached up, her hand ghosting over his jaw before gently pushing his face slightly to the side, her eyes fell on the faint scar that lined the side of his face. "How did this happen?"

"When I was younger, not so quick, leech scratched me" Evelyn met his gaze, a smile tugged at her lips. Geoffrey didn't want her hand to stop touching him, his own hand by it's own accord reached up to hold her arm in place. What was he doing? He wasn't sure himself. When Evelyn didn't react or pull away he wondered if he could lean in and kiss her, they were close enough.

But he didn't. Or he left it too long because Evelyn did move away from him, her eyes darting away from him in disappointment. Jesus he was a fool, he should have just done it.

"Thank you for coming, I hope the journals help" Her voice was quieter now, embarrassed perhaps. He didn't stop himself this time as he placed the journals back onto the desk and reached for Evelyn. He did it quick enough that he heard her take in a startled breath before he pushed his lips against hers.

Geoffrey would never claim to be the most experienced person when it came to romance but he didn't hold back from this kiss. Their lips moved easily against each other, as if this was a rhythm they had already learnt before. Evelyn's hands gripped Geoffrey's coat as they pushed closer together. He knew he could easily loose himself in this kiss, this moment, it could have perhaps been the only time in many year that Geoffrey would be willing to let himself get lost in something. For a man so devoted to Priwen and the cause, enough to be called a fanatic by many, Geoffrey in this moment wanted to be nothing more than the man kissing Evelyn.

This dance of their continued, building only more passion as they pulled and gripped at each other, Evelyn found herself backed up against the desk, Geoffrey leaning over her as their kiss grew deeper. If breathing wasn't vital Geoffrey knew he wouldn't have pulled away, but when he did they both let their heads rest against each other, their noses brushing gently as they both caught their breath.

They looked at each other then, both surprised as a small smirk pulled at both of their lips. "Lets hope your men haven't been watching through the windows" Evelyn whispered. Geoffrey hadn't even thought about it but now that he was he pulled back, his head snapping in the direction of the window, but all he could see were curtains pulled tightly across the glass.

His eyes rolled as Evelyn giggled at having tricked him. Geoffrey looked back at her, his eyes lingering on her lips a moment, wondering if he should kiss her again. God he wanted to, but the hour grew late and he knew he needed to get back to Priwen. "I want to stay but..."

"You have a job to do"

"Aye"

"Until next time then Geoffrey"

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It was hard before keeping his mind off of Evelyn but now all he could think about was their kiss, the way she felt in his arms. He'd left Evelyn's house in a stupor almost missing the goodbyes from the guards outside.

By the time he'd made it back to Priwen most of the patrols were out or sleeping, only the men by the door were awake to greet him and Philip who was nursing a glass of whiskey in the entry hall which as it stands was the only space left with any room to relax in. "So...how'd it go?" The shir eating grin was back on his face but Geoffrey found himself in too good a mood to snap back.

"Fine, she gave me her fathers journals, seems he was working with Carl"

"I never heard of that happening"

"Nor I but sure it's there, I'll read over them and see what comes of it if anything" Geoffrey took Philips glass and took a swig himself before handing it back and muttering a good night.

"Hold on! Ye aren't going to entertain an ol' man?" Philip sat forward, a knowing look on his face but Geoffrey simply shrugged.

"You'll just have to find your entertainment elsewhere, I have nothin' to share"

"Oh aye, so that smile that was on yer face as ye came through the door was a coincidence then?" Geoffrey didn't even answer he simply turned and headed for a free bed. He would deal with Philips teasing tomorrow.

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In The Eyes of Priwen - Chapter Three

I literally cannot stop writing!! I hope someone out there is enjoying this story so far! Warning: details of violent attacks

Blood was nothing new to Geoffrey, he saw it almost everyday. But this was even a tad too much for him. The walls of the small house in the back end of Whitechapel had been sprayed with the blood of the three bodies that littered the floor. Each one torn to shreds, one was barely recognisable, not that Geoffrey knew who they were.

The chipped and worn floor to the home was slowly turning red with the pools of blood that was gathering beneath each body. The house itself wasn't messy enough for Geoffrey to think they'd put up much of a fight, he wondered if they'd even had the time to react fully before they were torn apart.

"Jesus" Philip walked in behind Geoffrey, cautiously stepping over the arm of the only woman in the group of three to get a better look. "This was done recently enough, a few hours maybe"

"We get any witnesses?" Geoffrey wasn't sure exactly when he'd taken up not only the role of leading Priwen but also detective work. Most of the police force in the city were busy handling barricades or patrolling uselessly in the upper class areas. Not that there were many left mind you, a lot of the police force had been killed in the earlier days of the epidemic.

"No" Bennett spoke from beside Geoffrey, his eyes firmly planted on a clean spot on the wall. It almost made Geoffrey chuckle that the lad had such a hard time looking at the scene in front of them when he so often lead patrols out to hunt leeches.

"This the work of this new leech do you reckon? You said the lass was attacked by the brother with claws?" Geoffrey took a moment to consider this, wondering how Evelyn had managed to survive if this was in fact the work of her brother. "They've no bite marks though"

"Hardly think he needed to bite them after ripping them up so badly" Bennett chimed in, his eyes flicking briefly to Philip before returning to the wall.

"Aye that's true enough, what do you want us to do?"

"Clean it up, burn the bodies, I doubt whoever it was has left any sort of trail behind but leave a patrol around the area" The men nodded at Geoffrey's orders and Bennett rushed out of the house to get two men to come in to start the work. Geoffrey rolled his eyes as him and Philip shared a knowing glance before he followed Bennett out. He offered Bennett a cigarette before lighting his own. "You alright there? Lookin' a bit green"

"Not funny, even that one had your stomach turning don't pretend it didn't" Geoffrey chuckled at the defensive response but didn't deny it. "You going back to the west end to update what's her name?"

"Aye I'll head there now, let her know no ones seen him"

"Will you tell her about this attack?"

"No, we don't know it was him and besides there's no point scaring her further"

"You could send one of the lads over, save you the trouble" Philip joined them outside lighting his own cigarette as he did.

"It's alright I'll do it" Geoffrey's eyes met Philips again, he frowned. That damn fucking smirk was back on the old mans face. "Something to say?"

"No no, we'll see ya later" Geoffrey took another moment watching the older man before shaking his head and setting off in the direction of the west end.

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"So he's not dead?"

"No I don't think so, none of the lads have seen him" Evelyn nodded, frustrated but she didn't take it further. Geoffrey watched as she walked towards a sideboard in the living room by the door, decanters filled with amber liquids and cut glasses filled the surface. Evelyn took two glasses filling each with a helping of whiskey before offering one out to Geoffrey. He took it this time. Following Evelyn's actions and taking a sip. Jesus that was good whiskey, he almost wanted to hate Tom at the Turtle for serving such low quality liquor.

"Thank you for coming to update me, I know its's probably an inconvenience for you"

"It's fine"

"If my brother is a new kind of vampire will that make him easier to track down?" Geoffrey stilled, he could feel the events of tonight on the tip of his tongue, the scene replayed quickly in his mind. He looked back down at his whiskey, swirling the glass in an attempt to look casual.

"Perhaps, depends on what he does with this new life of his" Evelyn's eyes narrowed on him, she watched him closely as he drained the last gulp of whiskey from the glass and place in down on the sideboard. "I'll leave you, guards are being posted outside, they'll be here later tonight"

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Excuse me?"

"You looked away when I asked about my brother, it makes me feel like you're keeping something from me. I have paid you to tell me what you find out McCullum" The use of his last name was a stark difference from the night before when she had called him Geoffrey, he didn't like the change. He could see the determination on her face, she wasn't going to let this go easily. Geoffrey sighed before giving in.

"There was an attack tonight, I don't know if it was your brother but the people who were killed were taken out with claws. I think anyway. There wasn't much left of them to know for sure but, there were no bite marks so it lines up with your attack"

Evelyn stood still, too still, looking at Geoffrey with an expression he couldn't place, was it fear? Anger? He couldn't tell. "Unless he did bite you?"

"He didn't" Evelyn tipped back her glass and finished the last of her drink as well, she clearly handled it well, Geoffrey remembered when Bennett took his first sip of whiskey, poor lad ended up coughing his guts up. "Thank you for telling me I suppose"

"I was trying to keep ya from worrying"

"Does it matter to you if I'm worrying?" She wasn't being spiteful Geoffrey knew that, but he was also quick to bite back his over eager response of yes. Why did it matter to him? He'd only known this woman a handful of nights are here he was doing all he could do to make her feel safe. He wanted to put it down to the hunter in him, wanting to do the right thing, surely any man would feel the same. But a deeper part of him was starting to realise this was just an excuse.

"It does when you're paying me" He regretted his answer as soon as he said it. The look on Evelyn's face went from curious to bland indifference. "I didn't mean it like that, I just... thought to avoid giving ya more reasons not to sleep"

"I suppose I won't sleep until it's over anyway"

"The lads outside will keep the house safe"

"I hope so"

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Two days had passed and Thomas was neither seen nor heard of much to Geoffrey's annoyance, however uproar was caused in the Priwen base when the two lads watching over Evelyn's house came back with tales of not only being well fed but also being brought hot drinks every other hour. Geoffrey almost ripped his own ears off after listening to them all fight over who got to be on tonight's shift.

He almost almost called the whole thing off. Well not really, but he did let the thought pass over his mind once or twice.

"You's will all be fightin' over the lass soon enough" Philip quipped from beside Geoffrey. His makeshift office space - which was really just a corner of their meeting room- was always invaded by noise or Philip. Next time he'll find somewhere with a bloody door. "She seems to be treating us all very well... do we have you to thank for that?"

"What? Just spit it out will ya? I can't stand the sight of your face when you're smirkin' like that"

"No no I'll go and give her the updates" Philips mocking tone was not lost on Geoffrey. "Oh of course I'll spare a few men for ya, and come over almost every night to give you piece of mind"

"I haven't been there in two days"

"Bet you're thinking about going though aren't ya?" Philip chuckled to himself before leaning back in his chair, his boots coming to rest on the little space left on the table Geoffrey was trying to work on.

"Get yer fucking boots off the table"

"Geoffrey McCullum falling for a west end lass. God I wish Carl were alive to witness this"

"I'm not falling for anyone, grow the fuck up you sound like a girl" Geoffrey used his elbow to push Philips boots off the table but this only made the other guard laugh more.

"No need to get yer defences up, from what the lads say she's a real looker" Geoffrey frowned, all of a sudden wondering just how much time his men had been able to spend with Evelyn considering they were only meant to watch the house. Before Geoffrey could argue further another guard came into the room, the messenger boy from before following in after him.

"Got another message for you boss, wouldn't give it to me"

"Because it ain't for you" Geoffrey scoffed, the boy clearly found his voice since the last time they'd seen him.

"What's your name?"

"What's it to you?"

"You know mine" Geoffrey held out his hand for the note which the boy promptly handed over.

"Jimmy"

"See wasn't so hard was it? Go on then" Geoffrey looked down at the note waiting for them to leave before opening it.

"Another note, aren't you the popular one, though we know who it's from" Philip had leant right over into Geoffrey's space to look at the note in his hand.

"Jesus Christ are you still fucking here?" Geoffrey moved away from Philip to read the note

I want to show you something I found that you may be interested in. Whenever is convenient. EC

"Something to show ya huh? Make sure you bathe before you head over"

"I swear on Carl's fucking grave one more word and I'll bury you in with him alive" Philips chuckling was loud enough for Geoffrey to hear even after he'd left the room. He hadn't planned on visiting Evelyn tonight but... well now he had an excuse to go.

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In The Eyes Of Priwen - Chapter Two

Another chapter! Geoffrey and Evelyn have their first proper encounter! Also yes... I took so much inspo from Penny Dreadful I can't help it! Also I wont be sticking entirely to the lore of the game so if I veer off don't be surprised!!!

If Geoffrey hated London, he loathed the West End. Safe as it was he couldn't help but be irritated by each toff he walked past. The last couple had been particularly irritating in their snobby clothes and stupid try hard accents. But the idea of a paying job that put food on the table for his men kept him walking towards the address on the note he had received the night before.

The hour was late but there was a warm glow coming from inside the house as Geoffrey walked up the steps leading to the dark wood door. He took a moment, wondering if he really had it in him tonight to listen to whoever this woman was waffle on, but after hearing the way she spoke to Edgar in his office he was almost intrigued by her lack of socially required manners. His hand knocked on the door a few times but opened almost immediately. A dark skinned man stood looking at Geoffrey. "Mr McCullum I presume, we have been awaiting your arrival" A rich African accent welcome Geoffrey into the house.

The house itself was warm, a fire was burning in the living room adjacent to the hallway. Geoffrey's eyes flicked from the staircase leading upstairs to the Persian rug covering the floor, to the array of ornaments displayed on a sideboard, each from various cultures creating an eclectic feel. A movement had Geoffrey attention turning back towards the living room where Evelyn stood. She was wearing a long black cardigan wrapped and tied around her body, a slither of dark silk peaked out from the neckline, her feet were bare. Geoffrey wasn't sure what he was expecting, given the hour he supposed something comfier for her was reasonable but he'd never seen an upper class woman dress so casually or maybe he just didn't know toffs as well as he thought he did.

"Thank you for coming" Her voice was softer than it had been in Edgars office and Geoffrey took a second to notice how tired she looked. Edgar was right, she looked almost as tired as he did.

"Decided to ask for my help then?" Evelyn's eyes flicked cautiously to Sembene and a subtle nod had the man leaving through a door further down the hallway.

"Come in" She nodded her head in the direction of the living room, Geoffrey followed, feeling the warmth of the room as he rounded the sofa to sit on the closest side to him. "Would you like a drink?"

"No I'm grand"

"Alright" She sat down on the free side of the sofa, turning to face Geoffrey. He could see she was nervous, but by him or the situation he couldn't tell. "I suppose Edgar has told you his version of things"

"He did, that your brother was turned and attacked you" He saw Evelyn flinch at his words but her jaw was tight, like she was holding in anger.

"Edgar loves a story, especially when he deludes himself into thinking he's a vital part of it" Evelyn met Geoffrey's gaze, he wondered then what she was thinking as she let her eyes map out his face for a moment before speaking again. "My brother went missing as I'm sure you know, and he did come back changed. I was in here but over there" Geoffrey eyes followed Evelyn's gesture to the back of the living room where a sturdy desk covered in books was positions, bookshelves lined the walls behind it.

"He came in late, I'm not sure I can even remember the time but it was dark, the fire had almost burnt out. I turned and he was stood by the door, I knew it was him straight away but he was just stood there. Then I spoke his name and he turned.." Geoffrey watched as she paused taking a breath before continuing. "His eyes were, um, like an animal.. they reflected the light, like a bat maybe? He just stood there motionless and I walked over to him, stupidly in hind sight. He attacked me, I pulled away and the next thing I felt were claws ripping down my back, then I woke up at the hospital"

"Enter Edgar" Evelyn chuffed out a laugh but didn't quite allow her lips to pull up into a smile.

"Yes enter Edgar, it took a few days but eventually he came to me with his questions, I suspect he told you my brother needs to be found. That, that is what's safest for me"

"Aye something like that"

"He's lying. It wasn't until I was healed enough to home and continue as normal that he approached me again. I told him about Thomas, the way he looked, his eyes, his skin-"

"What was wrong with his skin?"

"It was like his veins had turned black, like a darkness was creeping it's way across his body and up his neck. Edgar became obsessed very quickly with the idea that he was a different kind of vampire, he wanted to employ you to capture him and bring him to the Brotherhood for them to... learn from him..." Here was the source of the anger she was keeping at bay, Geoffrey could see the signs, he knew more than anyone what it was like to hold it in.

"You can't give him over to them. I don't want him being experimented on. I want..." She paused looking towards the fire, the light of it flickering against her face as she took another breath. "I want you to find him, and put an end to what he's become"

"Do you have a photo of him? So I know who I'm looking for but also for me men? They're out on patrol more than I am, might be that they already found him" Evelyn nodded and reached behind her pulling a small photograph from a side table.

"I worry your men won't remember killing him if they kill so many each night"

"If he's different and... someone from the upper class, they'd remember" His eyes gazed over the photo of Thomas, they shared many of the same features, his eyes were the same, his hair cut in a harsh undercut but the same shade as Evelyn's.

"Better loot?" Geoffrey stiffened slightly before looking back up at Evelyn. She didn't look angry at the statement so he nodded. "Can I ask you something else? When you find him... I need to make sure he's gone" Geoffrey looked at her in confusion, it wasn't often that many people requested to see the bodies of leeches before they were burnt. "I haven't slept well since it happened... I keep thinking he's going to come back... I need to know it's over"

"You'll be the first to know" Clearly satisfied Evelyn nodded with a relieved sigh before getting up and walking to the desk, Geoffrey watched as she grabbed an envelope before returning back to him.

"Your payment, half now, half after. I hope it's sufficient" Geoffrey reached out, this had also never happened. Not that Priwen made it a habit of taking jobs, killing leeches was what they did anyway, but they were never paid. Sometimes if they'd saved someone they would be allowed to as Evelyn put it, loot the place...well they did that even if it wasn't offered. But as Geoffrey took the envelope he couldn't help the small ounce of excitement knowing he would be able to provide for his men, no matter how small a...

Geoffrey's eyebrows rose, this wasn't a small amount. If he rationed it the same as he did their current income it would last them weeks, and this was only half? His eyes flicked back up to Evelyn who watches him, waiting he realised for his approval. "This is.. a lot"

"I want to be kept in the loop, I'm paying for that as well as your services" Geoffrey nodded before tucking the envelope into the inside pocket of his coat.

"You'll be kept informed" Evelyn smiled then. It wasn't a full smile by any rate, but it caught Geoffrey's attention. He found himself without being able to stop it, thinking about the woman stood in front of him. The way her hair fell, her eyes such a melancholy shade of blue, almost grey really, her lips... even in this tired state she was beautiful. Too beautiful for him, even without the difference in class.

"When will you come back?" Geoffrey realised he'd been staring, if he were younger he would have blushed.

"I'll talk to me men, once I know if he's still out there or not I'll let you know. I'll see if I can spare a man to come watch the house in case he returns" The weight coming off Evelyn's shoulders was practically visible as she relaxed. It wasn't the norm for Geoffrey to be this accommodating but with the payment and...well...he felt better knowing Evelyn might sleep if she knows someone is watching over the house, he felt obligated to make the offer.

"Thank you Geoffrey"

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The way his name sounded coming from her lips was not something Geoffrey had anticipated thinking about on his way back to Priwen. More than once had he caught himself lost in thought, thinking back to their meeting. Thinking back to not even the meeting itself just the way Evelyn had looked, the way she had sat so defeated on the sofa beside him, he thought about the scent of her perfume, he hadn't given it much thought while he was there but here he was thinking about the sweetness of it as he walked down the damp streets of London.

God what a fool. He rolled his eyes, he hadn't thought about a girl like this since he was younger....a fair bit younger. Geoffrey didn't have time for women, Carl saw to that. He was kept busy, training to take over as Priwen's leader, Carl had always drilled it into him that there was no time for distractions. God the first time he'd been intimate with a girl was his eighteenth birthday, Carl had given him a handful of coins and an hour. Since then there had been few occasions to relieve that somewhat forgotten need, and he never thought about any of them after.

But even now walking past the two of his men who stood watch at the doors of the shithole they were squatting in he couldn't stop his stupid mind from going back to her.

He found Philip quicky, telling the Scot to grab whoever was here for a meeting. He knew Bennett was here but the others he couldn't remember if they'd been sent out or not, bloody epidemic was causing chaos with the rotas.

The makeshift meeting room was not the worse they'd had but still, a questionable table was placed in the centre of the room covered in a worn map of the city and papers, which was only big enough for the main guards of Priwen to occupy with no chairs, a few crates were stacked in the corner and a unused and filthy fireplace was behind were Geoffrey usually stood. It wasn't much but at least the roof didn't leak like the last place.

Philip walked in with the few men Geoffrey had allocated as the heads of each patrol group, Bennett like he expected walked through the door, he was younger than Geoffrey and Philip, in his early twenties but Geoffrey trusted him all the same. He'd proved himself loyal to Priwen and had a decent head on him. The rest piled in behind him, five in total not including Geoffrey.

He pulled out the photo first and placed it on the table for the men to look at. "Seen this one out on your rounds?" They all took a look at the photo each of them in turn shaking their heads. "The note from yesterday mentioning a job is concerning this lad, he's been turned, his sister wants him hunted down and killed"

"Bit brutal for a family member to request a hunt" Bennett spoke up, his cockney accent reminded Geoffrey of the young boy who had approached them at the bar the night before.

"He attacked her so... she's aware the brother she knew is no longer here" The men nodded in understanding.

"This who you went to see in the west end?"

"Aye, she's paid us well to get it done and keep her informed so take the photo and check with your groups that no ones already put him down"

"How well? Can we expect a better order this week? I know the local butcher keeps back what doesn't sell but we barely made enough to cover it last week" Bennett was good with the money Geoffrey allocated for food, he'd haggled on more than one occasion with the locals to get better deals for them, but even then Geoffrey knew it wasn't always a reliable tactic.

"Aye we can compensate him better this week for keeping the cuts for us. But don't go mad" Bennett nodded. "I want reports back after you've spoken to everyone and when you find him... let me know straight away. She wants clear confirmation it's been dealt with and find a spare lad to go and watch the house"

Geoffrey dismissed them quickly after that but Philip lingered behind as he always does. He'd been part of Priwen longer than Geoffrey, the older man was reaching twenty when Geoffrey was recruited after Carl saved him from his father. Geoffrey had suspected he would be against Geoffrey's taking over of leadership when Carl passed but Philip was more loyal than the rest. He was Geoffrey's closest.

"So..this west end lass...she's overpaid if anything, especially if this is only the first payment"

"I didn't argue with her on it"

"Cannae blame you, we'll eat well this month!" Geoffrey could feel Philips eyes on him, he turned to face the older man. "You're going to a lot of effort to keep her happy, placing a lad outside the house and all"

"Like you said, she paid well"

"Aye she paid well..." Geoffrey's brow cocked up at Philips smirk, the older man walked casually out of the room, leaving Geoffrey alone with his thoughts. He had planned to go over reports and routes for each scouting group to take based on the levels of violence in the areas, a solid plan for the rest of the night. But yet again on more than one occasion did Geoffrey find his mind drifting back to Evelyn.

A knock against the door frame had him almost jumping out of his thoughts, his eyes narrowed on Bennett. "Sorry to bother ya, no one's seen the bloke"

"Alright, we can start looking then"

"Yeah...there has been an attack though, think you might want to come see this one" Geoffrey sighed, so much for a night in with his paperwork.

"Lead the way"

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In The Eyes Of Priwen - Chapter One

My first chapter of my Geoffrey x OC fic! I decided to write it for an OC in the end! I hope you guys don't mind! This fic takes place a few months before Jonathan comes into the story of the game! PS. Sembene is 100% inspired by Sembene in Penny Dreadful! He was amazing in the show and I basically imagined him right into this fic!

Geoffrey hated London, the wet streets becoming worse with everyday that the epidemic continued to plague the streets. Barricades blocked so many paths, it took months for him to secure a pass for each member of the guard to get through them without a fuss.

He scoffed to himself as he made his way through Whitechapel and towards Pembroke Hospital, if only they knew how much Priwen sacrificed to save their miserable city from Skals. God if only they knew about Skals in the first place, maybe he could actually put his feet up for once.

The hospital was busy as ever, the few nurses they had dashed past Geoffrey without so much as a glance in his direction. Not that he wanted the attention, in fact he only came her because Edgar was useful for information. Well...when he wanted to be or Geoffrey made it clear bad things would happen if he didn't help Priwen. The wooden stairs of the hospital were study under Geoffrey's boots as he quickly made his way up them to Edgards office.

Just as he'd made it to the large wooden doors he stopped, hand mid air reaching for the door knob. There were voices coming from the office. Geoffrey gave it another moment before deciding his time would not be wasted because Edgar was running late or forgot their appointment. Especially given that he was the one who insisted they have them. Pushing the door open Geoffrey walked in, his eyes finding Edgars who looked surprised by his unannounced entrance and then finding the pale blue eyes of the woman stood in front of his desk staring back at him. He hadn't seen her before, her clothes were plain enough on her elegant figure but of a decent decent quality so Geoffrey suspected she came from money, her light ashen hair fell freely in loose waves, unusual to see given that most women wore their hair up.

"McCullum! Gosh is that the time I apologise, however your timing is most convenient, Evelyn here-"

"Does once again not need help" She was well spoken. From money then.

"Evelyn please McCullum here can help I am sure"

"We do not need help. I would appreciate it if you kept your always over reaching and prying nose out of our business" Geoffrey's eyebrow quirked up on its own accord, perhaps he was wise to have come in and not miss this show. Evelyn turned and began walking towards McCullum who was still holding the door open. He moved to the side to allow her past, their eyes meeting as she moved passed him and out the door.

Geoffrey's gaze flicked back to Edgar half in curiosity but mostly in his usual annoyance at being in the same room as the man. "By the Stole she is stubborn, come in McCullum lets hear your reports"

Geoffrey let the door close behind him as he made his way over to the desk, he never sat down. He didn't want Swansea getting the impression that he enjoyed of was remotely comfortable being here. "What exactly was I supposed to be helping with there?"

Edgar sighed dramatically before turning his attention fully to Geoffrey. "Evelyn Cooper, her parents were patrons of the hospital, they have passed sadly but Evelyn was good enough to keep the donations going, her father left her everything. Anyway she has a brother, a twin, Thomas. He went missing. Then a fortnight later Evelyn is rushed in here by her servant man Sembene - wonderful man, you know he came from-"

"I'll have the short version of this"

"Very well" Edgar sighed again, rolling his eyes. "As I was saying she was rushed in here, her back torn to shreds - poor girl it's rather unsightly- by what I can only imagine were the claws of a vampire!" Geoffrey attention was finally capture at this. "Once she came to I obviously asked her what happened, in her partial lucid state she admitted it was Thomas, that he had returned home but wasn't himself. When she recovered - only a few weeks ago mind you, she told me that she wanted no one to hear of this"

Geoffrey allowed himself to lean back against one of the side units adorning Edgards office, his arms crossing over his chest as he continued to listen to Edgars story. "I told her to meet with you, that I would arrange the meeting myself. I told her that you could help us track Thomas down. McCullum I don't think the poor girls slept a wink since she returned home"

"She doesn't seem to want my help"

"She doesn't know what's best for herself, we as men must make this decision to intervene, her parents were dear friends" Geoffrey felt himself grimace at Edgars entitled opinion before pushing himself away from the sideboard he was leaning against.

"I don't go begging toffs for work, if she doesn't want it, I won't be giving it. Now get on with the reports I have better places to be"

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McCullum was tired, irritated and itching for a drink by the time he left Edgards office. His feet carried him without aid to the Turquoise Turtle where some of his men were waiting for him. Philip his second in command was waiting outside with a few other lads.

"Took you fecking long enough" His deep Scottish accent almost sounded harsh to Geoffrey after listening to Edgar waffle on for the better part of an hour. "Got ya a whiskey in"

"So kind" Geoffrey took the drink without any complaints, settling himself against the low wooden railing that lined the outside of the pub. The scent of sticky spilled beer and old bar stools filled his senses as he sat listening to the banter between his men. Only occasionally joining in himself. But this wasn't a bad way to end his night at all. In fact it felt like a luxury given how run down they'd been recently.

"So the reports with the ol' toff went alrigh' then?"

"Aye, he's as fucking annoying as anything but sure what else is new" Philip chuckled as Geoffrey took a sip of whiskey, his eyes narrowed suddenly as he noticed a young lad hovering near them. He couldn't have been older than thirteen maybe younger, but the way he stood so close to them told Geoffrey he was after something. "You got something to say lad?"

Geoffrey's men hushed at the sound of their leaders voice, all of them turning to look at the boy in front of them. "Yeah I got a message for a McCullum? Was told he was the leader" The boys cockney accent suited the way he tried to make himself look taller now that the attention was on him, a show of bravery Geoffrey supposed.

"Come on then hand it over" The boy hesitated for a moment, his eyes tracking over every one of Geoffrey's men before he gave in and walked between them up to Geoffrey, handing over the folded up note. "Thanks" The boy nodded before walking off quickly leaving Geoffrey and the note the most interesting thing for his men to look at.

"Got an admirer we don't know about?" Philip smirked, elbowing one of the lads as they giggled like girls. Geoffrey rolled his eyes before opening the paper, a neat handwritten note inside.

If you are interested in helping me, please visit at your earliest convenience, I am aware you work late, this won't be an issue for me. You will be compensated for your time. My address is...

Geoffrey read the address, he knew it was in the west end. So he had been right. Evelyn Coopers name was signed at the bottom of the note. "So?" Geoffrey's gaze flicked up to his men who were watching him, waiting for some insight.

"A job perhaps. I'll look into it" That was all they needed to return back to their drinks and banter, only Philip kept his attention on Geoffrey.

"Don't usually get hand delivered notes, we going up in the world?"

"Perhaps" Geoffrey smirked, another gulp of whiskey burned it's way down his throat. "Or it might be that we're no longer invisible to the public eye"

"Aye that too, not sure I like the idea though"

"Me neither, I'll see what comes of it anyway" Knocking back the last of the whiskey Geoffrey nodded to Philip before setting off back to Priwen's current base. He would follow up on the note tomorrow after he'd gotten some sleep.

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Upcoming Vampy Fics

I am currently working on finishing a few requests for Jonathan & Geoffrey and I wanted to post a little list so you know (if you requested) that your request is on the way!

Jonathan:

Priwen guard being spared by Jonathan and later getting to know him better

Jonathan pre-game

Second part to my Upper Hand fic!

Geoffrey

A longer fic following Geoffrey through the game and slightly before but with an SO (Maybe OC, what do we think?) this will take me a minute to fully hash out how I want things to go but I have been thinking about it for months!!!!

Please drop more requests for these two! I love writing about them!

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Happy Valentine’s Day!! I hope it goes amazing for you 💕🎀✨ wishing you all the happiest, warmest and most precious experiences, today and always.

Sending you all my love! ☺️

Sending all my love back! (I'm so late to reply oh my goodness!!!)

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Just want to say as small of a fandom this is I'm so glad we have such talented writers like you 💜

Oh my goodness 😭 thank you so much!!! I am so glad you guys enjoy my fics xx

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It was originally thought up as a OC fic but I just know how much people hate them 😅 and with the lack of fics out there I feel like most people will prefer the x reader purely because there’s hardly anything else out there!

But I shall give it a go!

I have the idea for a full fledged fic for reader x Geoffrey McCullum…. Like I think about it all the time and have figured most of it out but….

The fandom is so small especially for x reader fics 🥲 even the mcreid tag doesn’t have updates for days at a time 🥲🥲🥲

So should I even bother with it?! I wish our boys got more love 🥲

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I have the idea for a full fledged fic for reader x Geoffrey McCullum…. Like I think about it all the time and have figured most of it out but….

The fandom is so small especially for x reader fics 🥲 even the mcreid tag doesn’t have updates for days at a time 🥲🥲🥲

So should I even bother with it?! I wish our boys got more love 🥲

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I jumped out of my bed when I saw you updated!! 🥹💕💖

The Geoffrey fic was amazing…! You’ve been well? Life is going oki?

I was kinda laughing the other day as I talked with a friend of new things we’ve been reading; and told her about u and was like “man, I miss them”. And whenever I got excited talking about books and then remembered some that disappointed me or were just plain I would said that again out of reflex; “man I miss them sm”

That’s my new “I should call them”. 🩵✨ You never disappoint, I’m so glad you’re alive and active!

I wasn’t into Geoffrey and after reading this I’m like that Kombucha girl video like “mmm nah, BUT lemme check twice just to be sure” 😭

Could I request something Jonathan xFem reader that begins with someone being super affected by voice/sounds/talking; taking things to something physical/NSFW? I’m super into Jonathan’s voice and accent; in gral all the VA’s did an amazing job!!

I’m super close to finishing the game now and DAMN they’re all (characters) so well made 🥹

Or just whatever you’d enjoy writing or been wanting to write for a while! I trust your amazing taste.

Take care of yourself and I hope you’re well and happy! Lots of hugs 💕🩷💕🩷✨!!!

There's Something In The Way You Speak

Here you go! I hope you love it! Jonathan's voice could definitely make us all go feral!! And Geoffrey is my best boy 🤣 I will make you love him!!

I haven't proof read this yet so I'm sorry for any mistakes! <3

Jonathan knew how easy it was to rile you up now, a small perk he was more than happy to take advantage of especially on a night like this. He'd hated social obligations before being changed into an Ekon, he still hated them. He couldn't even eat or drink to distract himself from the dull conversations he was pulled into.

Damn Edgar for forcing him to come to this thing. He knew it was all about keeping up appearances. The hospital requires funding Jonathan, these men fund us. So make them happy and feel like they are needed, because they bloody well are. The only perk to tonight? Having you by his side, dressed so finely. The curve of your neckline was bordering scandalous for this day and age, more than one set of eyes had landed on you tonight, much to Jonathan's annoyance.

But, as Jonathan had recently been made aware of, he had a little weapon to use against you. The memory made him smirk, your cheeks had grown so red after your all but blurted out the effects his voice had on you. I don't know, something about the tone and just the way you say things....just forget I said it alright?

He definitely would not be forgetting you said it, how could he just stand by and let quite possibly his best advantage over you go to waste. Before it was always Jonathan falling head over heels whenever you beckoned, how easily you made him want you, how simple it always was to make him lust after you. Oh how the tables have turned.

Jonathan moved closer to you, your body leaning delicately against one of the pillars adorning the room. It took a slight amount of bending to bring his lips right beside your ear before he whispered, nice a deep. "You know, I've been thinking about all of the doors in this hall. Where they lead to, which of them will be the one I'll pull you through, the one where I'll ravish you across whatever surface we find"

Your head turned towards him, eyebrows lifted and eyes wide in surprise. "Behave Dr.Reid" you whispered back.

"I don't want to behave, I want to fuck you" Jonathan felt your body tense beside him but this time he wasn't told off, you simply stared straight ahead, eyes flicking over the couples dancing or socialising. "Don't you want to?" His lips were all but pressing against your ears now, the soft tickle of his breath had you shivering.

"What I want is for you to behave" You quipped back, but Jonathan saw the redness growing on your cheeks, he was fairly curtained he'd never used that sort of language around you before....why wasn't it working? Jonathan straightened up, the glass of whiskey - still as full as when Edgar handed it to him- was the only thing he could use to occupy his hands as he tried to think of what else he could say to you.

Two - or was it three?- tedious conversations with men you had no desire to listen to, had come and gone since Jonathan's attempt to scandalise your thoughts. You wouldn't let him know it but your entire body had flashed hot and cold at his words. The idea of him whisking you away to have his way with you hadn't left your mind since he'd put the thoughts there.

Jonathan all but pouted his way through the conversations, waiting impatiently for them to end so he could try his luck again. He didn't have any ideas as far as what to exactly say to you, filthy talk wasn't exactly in his list of strengths, but the thrill of trying to rile you up was enough to keep him excited to try.

You had somehow managed to slip away from the small group that had Jonathan cornered, his eyes searched for you across the room, as the men in front of him continued their dull conversation. There you are. You had clearly just come from the bar, a tall glass in hand as you let your eyes wander over the room, stopping on the paintings along the walls. Truth be told Jonathan would feel happy enough to simply watch you from a distance, your beauty was always something that had him catching his breath each time he looked at you.

You felt Jonathan behind you before you heard him speak. "You abandoned me" He spoke low again, his lips not as close as before but close enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck prick up.

"You seemed to be doing alright"

"I don't appreciating you playing so hard to get...especially given how much effort I'm putting in to trying not to get hard while looking at you" Lord above this man would be the death of you, you turned your head towards him, catching him playing innocent as he met your. gaze.

"Have you gone mad?" Of all the time for Jonathan to be trying his new found technique to get you in the mood, now was certainly not the time! But the boyish smirk that pulled at his lips made you think that no matter where you happened to be at this moment, nothing was going to stop him.

"I think that one" Jonathan nodded his head towards a door positioned near the back of the room, out of the many doors that lined the walls between painting in the room, this one was likely the easiest to take and not be seen. "Given that it isn't locked of course, but I have a good feeling"

"You can't just wander around!" You whispered back to him. "One, people will notice you've gone-"

"After a while"

"And two, we can't just walk into whatever room we please, certainly not to do what you have in mind! What if someone catches us?"

"What if the sky falls on our heads? What if Priwen storms in and burns me at the stake? What if's are too boring for tonight my dear, and I have had the last three hours of nothing but boring so... shall we?"

Before you could even argue Jonathan had gripped your wrist and walked towards the door with much more confidence than you could muster. The creeping paranoia that someone would see you both sneaking away was almost enough to have you fighting against his pull. But before you knew it Jonathan had turned the knob on the door and pushed you both through it.

The hallways was dark, lit only by the moon light that came in through the windows on one side of the space, more doors lined the walls on the other side. "See? if it was in use tonight they would have lit it up" Jonathan walked forward leaving you by the doors you'd just come through. The first door he tried was locked, with a purse of his lips he moved onto the next one. "Hmm, a linen closet?" Again he moved onto the next, seemingly unhappy with this one also.

"Jonathan..."

"Perfect!" He motioned you over with a flick of his hand, only allowing you to get so close before pulling you once more through a door and into what looked like a small - very small - laundry room. Shelves covered one side of the room, an assortment of sheets and towels were folded neatly in stacks.

"Perfect? Oh lord if this is what you're calling perfect right now then you must have slipped a few marbles out, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Jonathan pulled the door closed quietly before reaching for a wooden chair sat off to the right of the room (presumably used when the servants were polishing or sewing) and fitting it under the handle, effectively locking you both in, and more importantly locking people out.

"There!" Jonathan turned to you, the boyish grin back. He gripped you by the hips moving you slowly backwards until you bumped into the counter top lining the other half of the room. You felt weightless for a moment as Jonathan lifted you onto the counter, his hands quickly pushing up your dress enough for his to stand between your thighs. "This is much better" His voice depended as he leaned forward, pressing his lips for your neck and trailing kisses up towards your jaw. "Do you know how difficult it has been for me tonight to see you dressed this way?"

Not that you imagined he wanted answer, but you wouldn't have been able to speak even if he had. Your mind was entirely too focused on the way Jonathan's hands travelled up your thighs, pushing under the bunched up fabric of your dress. "So many men were looking at you... I had a mind to let the beast take over....the walls would have looked better red"

You let yourself shiver fully, the idea of Jonathan being enraged at other men looking at you had you reaching out behind you, looking for support to keep you upright as he continued to lean over you. You felt the most subtle scrap of his fangs against your neck before he spoke again. "Will you let me have you? God I want you"

His voice grew deeper as lust quickly consumed him, his grip tightening on you as he lifted you again, just high enough to quickly slip your underwear down your legs. You couldn't even help yourself now as your hands slipped around the back of Jonathan's neck, pulling him in for a kiss that was entirely too needy and downright messy as you both started grabbing at each other. Your hands clashed with Jonathans as you both reached for his belt, but with a chuckle you both managed to free him, already so firm and ready.

Jonathan pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and by doing so, closer to him. "If we get caught-"

"Shh we won't" Jonathan nipped playfully at your bottom lip before lining himself up and pushing into slowly, his eyes closing as you enveloped him. "Christ you feel good" Hearing Jonathan's words of praise in this setting was new to you, he was far too much of a gentleman to whisper filth into your ear. But apparently those days were over.

Your gentle moans filled the small space as Jonathan moved against you, whispering and groaning against your neck, letting his fangs nip you in-between words. God knows if you weren't at a party you would tell him to bite down, to drink as he took you. It was almost as if Jonathan had the same thought as a broken whine tore out of him and his hips began moving faster.

You kept one arm behind you, using both the wall and counter top for support while the other pulled Jonathan closer to you, your lips finding his for another messy kiss. You knew it couldn't last forever but you desperately wanted it to, especially when Jonathan was being as vocal as he was.

He wasn't even sure what he was saying now, he'd lost the sense to form full sentences when you started rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts, your hand in his hair gripping and pulling him closer to deepen your already wild kiss. But Jonathan did know you were both so close, he could feel how tight you'd become around him, your face moved to press against his shoulder as you tried to conceal the moans that were falling from your lips.

You came with a shuddering gasp, you grip on each other tightening as Jonathan followed. It was only a few moments of you both regaining your senses before you pulled apart. Your eyes looked over Jonathan and a small smirk pulled at your lips at the sight of him, his hair messed and falling out of place, his tie and shirt was pulled and wrinkled but his fangs were what had your eyes lingering, they were extended, just visible as he looked back at you.

"You look a sight" Jonathan chuckled before righting himself and his clothes as best as he could, pushing his hair back with his hand before reaching forward to help you down from the counter. You started straightening yourself up as Jonathan bent down to retrieve your underwear from the floor. You reached for them but he pulled them back out of reach. Jonathan watched as confusion washed over your face before quickly tugging the fabric into his pocket.

"You cannot be serious"

Jonathan simply shrugged. "You wouldn't need them for long anyway" You huffed a disbelieving laugh at the man before you as he stood smugly by the door about to remove the chair he'd used to lock the door.

"Jonathan?" You both froze. Edgar. He didn't shout but he definitely spoke loudly enough for you both to hear him and be sure of who it was. Your eyes snapped to Jonathan, a clear I told you so, written all over your face.

Jonathan couldn't help it, he started smiling, and then giggling, covering his mouth with his hand so that Edgar - who was walking closer and closer to the door that hid you - wouldn't hear. You couldn't believe this, you couldn't believe him.

It took a few moments and a brief amount of panic when Edgar tried to the barricaded door before his footsteps receded down the hall. and then another few moments before either of you felt safe enough to crack open the door to see if the coast was clear. "See? I told you we'd be fine"

"Jonathan he will know as soon as he takes a look at us what we've been doing!"

"So you're telling me we should sneak out of one of the windows and go home? Excellent idea" You shook your head but you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you watched Jonathan check every single window on the way back down the hall to the party, just in case you could plot another great escape.

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The Lessons of Mistakes

So I decided to go ahead and write the Geoffrey fic about him drinking the blood of Arthur and later worrying about becoming a vampire...so here we go! Unedited for now! I'll come back and fix mistakes later! <3

Geoffreys feet carried him slowly and unsteadily through the streets of London as he made his way back to Priwen's current hideout. His breath was laboured, his muscles ached, bruises from the fight with Reid littered his skin. But wounds and bruises Geoffrey could deal with, it was the gnawing feeling of anxiety that was making the walk back so difficult.

God you're a fool. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind when he threw his head back, drinking the dark liquid from the vial. It wasn't until Reid had put him on his knees and scoffed at his stupidity that Geoffrey considered why the blood of Arthur was such a valuable enhancement. "You're going to become the very thing you hate the most McCullum, did you even consider the consequences? Leaving not only your men but the woman you love behind as well?"

He hadn't. He'd selfishly pushed all thoughts of both of those things to the back of his mind when he'd made the trip to Pembroke to confront Reid. Now as he approached the base it was all he could think of. And for the first time in many years, Geoffrey felt broken.

He felt the weight of sadness, helplessness, anger, so many emotions pilling up on his shoulders. He wanted to scream, to curse himself for making such a stupid decision, and for what? His pride? His own need to rid the world of leeches? Even now he knew deep down that Reid was different, why couldn't he have come to that revelation before he'd tipped the blood of a potential vampire down his throat?

It took a moment for Geoffrey to realise he'd stopped walking, the entrance to the base was just across the street but he couldn't move. His eyes flicked up to the window where he knew you were waiting for him, a faint light flickering behind the closed drapes. Of all the things he'd put you through, the danger he'd introduced into your life just by being a part of it, none of that compared to what he was about to do. To tell you after everything, all the battles he'd come back from, all the fear and hardships you'd both gone through, this was the last night he'd have with you.

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The silence was so thick Geoffrey was sure it was the reason he was finding it hard to breathe. He didn't move though, his feet stayed firmly planted to the same spot in the middle of the room he'd been stood in for the last ten minutes. That's all it had taken. Well, five really, then the rest of the minutes ticked by like hours as you sat there on the edge of the bed staring at him. Your eyes almost as red as his tired and beaten ones were, but yours he knew were red from the tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

Geoffrey wasn't sure what he wanted, your anger? Maybe he wanted you to scream at him, hit him over and over for being so stupid, to throw things, to let rage take over. But then again maybe that was what he wanted himself to do. But instead you just sat there, jaw tight as you continued to stare at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry" Even his voice didn't carry the way he'd intended it to, it was hoarse, rough and tired, all but breaking as he tried to hold in whatever emotions were trying to claw their way out of him.

"So am I" you whispered. Geoffrey watched as you took in a deep but shaky breath, your eyes falling to the floor as you continued to sit there. He knew in this moment that seeing you angry would be easier for him, seeing the pain and sadness on your face was heartbreaking in a way he didn't even want to think about let alone be feeling himself.

"I don't know for sure - the leech - Reid, didn't tell me if he knew what would happen" Geoffrey took his own deep breath now, letting it go and his eye close as he shook his head. "I suppose I can see why he didn't want to be helpful"

"Perhaps he doesn't know either, he hasn't been an Elon very long" You were still staring at the floor, your voice quiet but lacking the shake that it had earlier. "I don't know what to do"

"Maybe I should leave, or tell the lads what's happened, have them lock me up until we know. Then they can take care of it."

"Take care of it? Geoffrey it's you we're talking about" Your eyes flicked back up to meet his, your brows coming together not in anger but pure frustration and helplessness. "No. You're staying here, in this room. You've taught me what to do and...and I don't want to spend what could be your last night with you locked away and not being able to be with you"

"It's too risky to do it like that, if I do turn you'll be right beside me, what if I can't control myself?"

"Then I won't have to spend the rest of my life alone" Hearing those words come from your lips hurt Geoffrey more than his stupidity. He may not have accepted it before but he was important to you, more important than anyone. You had sacrificed so much, been through so much together, the very idea of losing you would have sent him into a blind rage of agony. So of course if would feel the same for you.

The building Priwen was currently calling home was quiet, only the occasional pattern of footsteps were heard as Geoffrey laid down beside you on the bed, his weapons and jacket discarded haphazardly on his desk, except for his gun, which he placed beside you, loaded with silver.

You turned your head to Geoffrey, wrapped in his arms Geoffrey felt you push closer to him. This could be it. How could it be that the moment he finally found an ounce of happiness in his life, he goes and makes the biggest mistake of his life. He would never be able to touch you, to kiss you or laugh with you again, he wouldn't be there to see Priwen put an end to the leech problem. Hell if they even can.

But tonight, for however many hours he might have left he can at least spend them by your side. "I want to kiss you"

"When have you ever asked permission to kiss me?" You smirked, he remembered the first time you had kissed, you were sad, angry and blabbering endlessly until he had crushed his lips into yours. This time is wasn't like that. This time you kissed like it could be the last, you knew very well it could be. It was slow, familiar, full of emotion.

You kissed each other like you'd done a hundred times before, but this time it felt different, a frantic need scratching at both of your hearts begging both not to stop, to never stop. A part of Geoffrey knew that undressing you was a bad idea, he didn't know when he would turn if he does and the both of you being undressed and wrapped around each other didn't seem like the best scenario to put yourselves in. But he didn't care, he needed you. And by the way you pulled his clothes off just as fast he knew you felt the same.

Your bodies moved slowly against each other, you both trying desperately to drag this moment out for as long as you could, Geoffrey felt your arms pull his down closer as he moved his hips, relishing each small gasp that feel from your lips. God if he is going to die he wants this memory to stay with him wherever he ends up.

He brushed away the tear that slipped down the side of your face as you looked up at him, trying your best to lock every little feature of him into your memory, every scar, the colour of his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled. It was painful. So painful that tears kept filling your eyes, you couldn't lose him. Not now. Geoffrey felt your grip on him tighten, you foreheads pressed together, gentle kisses were places between shallow breaths as you clung to each other until the end.

It was late, almost dawn you imagined. Hours had passed since you and Geoffrey laid in bed holding each other. The room had the faint chill of the morning winter air, but Geoffrey made you both get dressed just in case so you weren't cold. But the shaking that racked through your body had nothing to do with the cold. You were nervous, every little noise raising the hairs on your arms. Geoffreys sleep heavy breathing the only other sound in the room as your fingers laced through his hair over and over. His head rested on your lap, his gun rested in your other hand.

You had been like this for an age, your legs were stiff and your back begged you to lie down but you remained sitting upright, half in fear of waking Geoffrey up but also half in fear of not being in a vulnerable position if the worst happens. Time went on, your eyes grew heavy, your body screamed, your heart raced in anxiety at what was to come. Waiting was never a game you liked to play, but this felt like torture.

It was only when Geoffrey moved that your eyes snapped opened again, your hand gripping onto the gun, your body tensing and your breath stopping in its tracks. Geoffrey was waking up.

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