Masquerade

"Jacob!" I took a deep breath as I stepped into the laboratory, Bruce was at it again and I didn't feel like talking. Last night was hell, nightmare after nightmare clouded my memories and the last thing I needed right now was to be greeted by Bruce's yelling about how I came in late. Which was true this time, surprisingly.
Bruce stood before me, he could have been pissed or just being the typical over bearing sergeant prick.
I'm tired which results in me being cranky combine that with a painful bite mark on my neck and you'll get one pissed off asian.
I walked past Bruce, only wanting the seclusion that my desk would offer me. Though someone had other plans. Bastard.

"Jacob...don't walk away from me."

"What is it!?"

My eye's bloodshot as I turned around and glared at Bruce. Normally a five seven one hundred and fifty two pound asian isn't something to be afraid of, but I wasn't in the mood for any of this. Hell I wasn't in the mood for work today. I think my left eyelid began to twitch as I finally noticed that there was silence in the laboratory. I took a glance to my right, the other members of STF were just staring at me. I think Vincent was enjoying this.

"Whats with you"

I took a deep breath as a surge of pain blinded my vision, it felt like the mother of all migraines. The world itself began to slow down as it became harder to breath, each gasp I made for air became harder. My vision cleared though there were still moving white spots that moved, leaving white vapor like trails that would soon fade. I saw Bruce move his lips but I could only hear the loud and painful beating of my heart. The floor began to come closer to my face as my vision faded to black.

I openned my eyes and I saw Vincent staring down at me, I groaned and touched my face. It hurt like hell but at least I wasn't dead, if I was dead and it had Vincent in it, then it was probably hell. An eternity with those jokes, god that would be hell.

"uhh wha?"

My vision began to waver again, my body still felt like it was being beaten in by a hammer. I felt my head being lifted up as someone placed something soft underneath. I saw Sarah from admissions gasp, her blue eyes instilled with fear as she held a comlink to her ear. My eye's drifted from left to right as I noticed that most people were looking at me, well not at me but at the puncture wounds on my neck. The two puncture marks that had the beginning stages of scabbing over, seemed to feel like they were burning.

"Code seven...repeat code seven."

Sarah was speaking frantically into the comlink, my vision began to waver again as I felt a burning sensation, the light around me began to hurt and it only amplified the pain throughout my body. It became harder for me to breath again, I openned my mouth and only a wheezing sound escaped.

"How long until the ambulance gets here?"

Bruce was commanding someone and it was the last thing that I would see and hear as everything went dark.

I openned my eyes and felt the sharp pain of IV needles in my left arm, through squinted eyes I finally began to adjust to the brightness of the room. In time I was able to fully open my eyes and recognize that I was in a hospital room, I guessed that it was SF Medical. Then again it better, my medical insurance only applies to those that are blue cross certified. I'm here in a hospital and I'm worrying about my insurance, yeah I have my priorities.
I was the only one there as the spare bed to my left was empty. Which was probably better, all the visitors that I would get would disturb there recovery. I can wish right?
The unnatural smell of total cleanliness surrounded the room as I slowly began to remember the events that lead up to my stay in the hospital. I pressed the button which called the nurse to the room.

A woman who had to be in her mid forties came into the room, auburn hair ending at her shoulders. She had the kind of face that would make you want to take a second look if happen to glance at her while you passed each other on the street, though if you were able to see her smile like she was now you wouldn't wantlooklook away.

"Hello Detective Watson. Would you like anything to eat?"

"No thank you, where am I?"

The nurse smiled at me as she checked the chart that lay on the right of the wall. She glanced down at the IV and then at me.

"Your in ICU, and you've been here for about fifteen hours."

I grinned and even doing that slightly hurt, "How did you know I was going to ask?"

The nurse slightly shrugged, "Thats usually the second question that most patients that come here in your situation ask. Well I have to go and check on the other patients, if you need anything just call and someone will come."

She placed the chart back and smiled, the nurse quickly left the room as I glanced at the clock on the wall infront of me, I had to squint my eyes to finally read the time. Nine forty one, I tried to relax yet the cold breeze that I kept on feeling on my back side and the somewhat constraining patch that covered the puncture wounds made it hard for me to breath. I closed my eyes, I might as well as make the best of it. Though I could easily go without the naked feeling of this hospital gown. Oh well.

I'm not sure how many minutes or hours passed, but I was awakened by the rustling of papers. I glanced over to my side and Bianca was looking at my medical chart. She was wearing a black shirt, blue jeans and black converse sneakers. Bianca turned to me and smiled, she placed the chart back and pulled a chair up to the bed.

"I was beginning to worry."

I didn't know wether to shoot her or to yell. I didn't have my gun and my throat hurt whenever I spoke, damn I was out of luck.

"What did you do to me?"

Bianca smiled, her voice felt like silk intertwining itself with every sensual sense within. A part of me wanted her to stop doing that, yet I wanted to hear her voice.

"I've only helped progress the talent you have."

Bianca trailed her right index finger over my left arm, I tried to jerk away but the IV in my arm held it in place and a twinge of pain shot throughout my entire arm. I noticed that the gauze which covered the needle that went into my arm began to slowly show crimson, Bianca was staring at the particular point as her index finger began to slowly trail down. I heard her breathing quicken.

"Don't or everything is off..."

Bianca looked at me, the whites in her eyes had receeded and only the amber of her irises were visable. In that moment I didn't know her, I was beginning to think that I would never know Bianca. She had changed so much after she was bitten, but a part of me still held onto a small glimmer of hope. That the Bianca I knew would never be gone.
Her index finger had stopped as she slowly withdrew, the whites of her eyes slowly returned.

"I don't want that to happen."

I sighed, "Just remember that Bianca."

Bianca sat there as she kept her hands on her lap. "I will."

I looked up at the ceiling and noticed that it was flawlessly white. I would have been more comfortable if it weren't for the IV and the gauze patch upon my neck.

"I really want to know what you did to me."

"You ever have Deja vu?"

"Yeah, I have it alot. Though I don't see the point, it's a release of chemicals within the brain that..."

Bianca sighed as I stopped talking, "No Jacob, sometimes you have to believe... can science explain everything?"

"No and when that fails I have my faith. Those are the only things that I have against the things I go against. Faith and science, the two absolutes in my life."

They truly are the two absolutes in my life, science my weapon and faith my shield against the undying horrors I face. I was feeling quite philosophical at that moment. See a guy can have deep thoughts.
I glanced over at Bianca and she was looking at me, her eyes unfaltering.

"Jacob, why do you think you've survived this long as a vampire executioner?"

I would have shrugged if my body would have allowed it, "I don't know, I guess it's skill...mixed with a lot of luck."

"No, you've had close calls with vampires and the only thing that saved you was a few brief seconds inwhich time itself seemed to slow down and you were able to avoid the killing blow..."

I didn't tell anyone that, I thought it was just a rush of adrenline and the fact that I saw there attack coming. I just shrugged off the coincidences, then a part of me remembered that you could never see a vampires attack coming. They would enrapture you and before you knew it you were dying on the floor in your own pool of blood.

"So what does that make me?"

Bianca shook her head slightly as she smiled at me, she brushed her hand across my forehead to move the stray strands of hair back in place.

"Your the one that took mythology, but I'll give you a hint. Delphi..."

Delphi, ancient Greece. Home to the Oracle, the woman who sees all. I turned my head so I could look at Bianca, she must have seen the expression upon my face as she smiled.

"I can't be that...Precognitors are dominant in women, even now the ones that say they are are all women. Men are only known as Postcognitors."

Bianca smirked, "Well you've always been able to color coordinate."

So? like knowing which colors go best together could explain me being a precognitor, and everyone knows that if your going to wear two dark colors that you need something lighter to off set your entire outfit.

"Like thats a legitimate excuse...great I get to be a male precognitor, then tell me why I don't get to use it by my own will? I'd win the california lottery..."

"Because it only works when your under stress... think of it as a sixth sense that keeps your ass intact."

Bianca smiled as she leaned closer, "And what a nice ass it is..."

"I'm still mad at you."

I went back to staring at the ceiling, I didn't want to see the smug look upon her face. I knew she was doing it, I sighed and thought about what I was told. I've always had a feeling inside that I was different from everyone else, I ignored it. I just wanted to fit in and I thought I was just luck or maybe skill, then again everything started to fit together and make sense. All of this coming from a vampire who happens to be my ex and 'owns' me, oh we can't forget she wants to get me into bed.

"Why are you surprised."

"Because I wanted to be normal..."

Bianca lightly laughed, "Like killing vampires is normal, oh we wouldn't want to forget your dating me..."

"Ok normal as I can get...though I guess if I got rid of you..."

A small grin appeared upon my face, though for now I couldn't say if I was joking or telling the truth. They both sounded like a good idea. I saw Bianca smile at me, a glimpse of ivory fang showed as she inched nearer. A gleam in her amber eyes.

"Would you do that to me?"

Her voice like silk felt soft to my ears,though the gleam in her eyes had the tint of anger or maybe it was intrigue. Either way I really didn't want to find out. I sighed as I looked deeper into her amber eyes, the thought of her harboring such anger within those perfect iris's seemed so distant.

"Probably not, but if you keep on pushing your luck..."

Bianca was so close I could feel her warm breath against my face, I wanted to reach out to touch her perfect complextion. Though a part of me thankfully kept that urge under.

"I love pushing my luck... and with you it'll be worth it."

With that Bianca placed a kiss upon my forehead as she arose from the chair, her movements graceful and the swaying of her raven black hair across the small of her back only added to the effect. When Bianca reached the doorway, she turned around and did a small wave. I raised my left hand slightly and waved back as we both smiled at each other, it was an old habit of ours. Smiling and waving as we departed, even if we were angry with each other we would still do it. I guess old habits die hard, if they ever died at all. Though with that Bianca turned around the corner and was lost from my sight.
I sighed as gazed back up to white ceiling, I began to realize how much this week had sucked and dammit I didn't want to see what monday would bring. Those days were always the worst, its a rule you know.