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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
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Adult +
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14
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2,351
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10
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Chapter Nine
Disclaimer: Nope, we don’t own them. Wish we did. This never happened (well, to the best of our knowledge), it’s just a figment of our twisted little imaginations. And we do hope that you enjoy it. :-D
Over a full day later, Elijah finally opened the door to the hotel in Wellington. Fortunately, despite some weird looks from the front desk, they’d been able to get the same room that Orlando had been staying in.
Unfortunately, Orlando looked a bit like a grilled lobster. Even with the precautions they’d taken to keep him out of the sun, it couldn’t be avoided completely.
“Come on, I’ll get you settled before I go up to my room,” Elijah said, wincing as he noticed blisters were forming on Orlando’s cheeks. “I’ll put some stuff on that burn, too.”
“Thanks, Lij,” Orlando said. He’d have smiled, but it would’ve hurt too much. He had a headache and was still recovering from a bout of nausea. He’d be glad when he could enjoy the sun again. . .
His eyes were drawn to the bed and he involuntarily shuddered. “Remind me again why I wanted to stay in this particular room?”
“In case she comes back,” Elijah reminded him as he closed the curtains in the room to block out the late afternoon sun. “It’ll save us hunting her down.”
He turned around and saw the look on Orlando’s face.
“You okay, Orli?” he asked.
Orlando blinked, tearing his gaze away from the bed. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “It’s just creepy, ya know? I mean, she had complete control over me, Elijah. I couldn’t have told her no even if I’d wanted to.”
He shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair. “I just want this to be over, so I can go out in the sun without worrying about my skin bursting into flame or my stomach heaving.”
Elijah nodded, then shrugged. He’d been doing that a lot lately.
He rubbed at the wound on his neck, and sighed, thinking back to that night. It still hurt to relive it for reasons he couldn’t entirely explain, and he really didn’t need any more hurt right now: his insides felt like they’d been through a paper shredder.
“Here, let me get your face,” he said, heading for the luggage.
“Thanks,” Orlando said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes. He then scooted to the middle of the bed, folding his legs underneath him as he silently watched Elijah.
He was pretty sure he was developing feelings for the younger man. . .but whether they were simply lust or actual, genuine feelings, he wasn’t so sure.
There were so many questions he had to ask Elijah. Why him? How long had he had the crush?
“What the hell do you see in me?” he muttered under his breath. He was just a skinny white guy--okay, maybe not so skinny now--who’d gotten lucky in more ways than one.
“Huh?” Elijah asked as he rummaged through his suitcase. He found the cream he’d picked up at a drugstore on the way to the hotel, then started reading the instructions.
“Cool burn with cold water before applying,” he read. He shrugged and headed into the bathroom.
“Uh, nothing,” Orlando said, blushing. “Just thinking aloud.”
He watched Elijah head into the bathroom, his eyes on his friend’s butt. Then he groaned, dropping his face forward into his hands without thinking. He hissed in pain as his palms came in contact with the burns on his cheeks and jerked his head back up.
Oh well. He deserved a little pain, ogling Elijah like that.
“Oh,” Elijah said, then was quiet while he ran the water in the bathroom. He came back into the room with a wet washcloth.
“Here, put this on your face,” he said, handing over the towel.
“Okay,” Orlando said as he took the towel. He draped it over his face, knowing he probably looked comical. . .but at least it kept him from staring at Elijah’s eyes for a little while.
They were such a beautiful shade of blue and looked so innocent.
Elijah turned on the TV and blinked as the first thing that came on was a commercial for Return of the King. That was a bit creepy. He sat on the edge of the bed and started flipping channels.
“Just let me know if you need anything,” he said, trying not to think that he could get used to this.
“Hugs and cuddles would be nice,” Orlando muttered as he laid back on the bed. He was suddenly feeling very needy and wanted tactile comfort.
Okay, so maybe he just wanted to hold Elijah in his arms again. Was that so bad?
Elijah looked back at him questioningly. Yeah, Orlando was pretty touchy feely, but he was kind of gun shy from the merciless teasing of Dom and Billy.
That, and he was afraid of getting hurt again.
“You serious?” he asked.
Orlando lifted the towel off his face, blushing at Elijah. “Yeah. . .but it’s okay if you don’t want to. I mean, I haven’t exactlen nen nice to you lately.”
Elijah looked down at the bed shyly. Then ANOTHER Return of the King trailer came on TV. He made a frustrated noise, turned the TV off, and tossed the remote across the room.
Orlando chuckled. “Jeez, Lij, what did that poor remote do to deserve that?”
He sighed, then put the towel back over his face. It was helping a little, but it was starting to lose some of its coldness.
“So what happens if Vanessa does show up tonight?” he asked, trying to change the subject for the sake of Elijah. He’d embarrassed him. . .again. “I doubt she’s gonna give me a chance to ring one of you guys.”
“Well, the plan was that me, Dom and Billy camp out in your room, and if she shows up, we’ll block the exits so she can’t get out, then we’ll stake her,” Elijah said. “But, um, saying that out loud makes it sound a bit creepy.”
He moved himself up the bed and leaned back against the headboard, watching Orlando lie there. He didn’t want to be stupid. He really didn’t. . .
So why was he playing with Orlando’s hair? Bad hand! Bad!
“It is a bit creepy,” Orlando admitted. “I just hope you guys don’t get hurt. I mean, she’s not going to just let you stake her. She’s gonna put up a fight.”
She’d already tried to kill Elijah once. . .
He unconsciously leaned into Elijah’s hand, enjoying the tingling sensations his actions were causing.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered. “Not after all we’ve been through.”
“You won’t,” Elijah responded without thinking. “I promise. But you have to promise the same thing, okay?”
Orlando pulled the towel off his face and tilted his head back to stare at Elijah. “I promise, Lij,” he said sincerely. “I can’t put a name to what I’m feeling for you yet, but it’s there. And I’m so sorry that I was so stupid before.”
“You already said that, Orli,” Elijah said. He realized that he was slowly turning Orlando’s hair into a giant mess. He made a sheepish face, then tried to smooth his hair out a little. . .which of course only made things worse.
“I know,” Orlando said. “But I just. . .I don’t know. Everything’s been kind of crazy lately and I’ve started noticing just how attractive you are.”
He cleared his throat, blushing. He hadn’t meant to say that. He’d planned to wait until after this whole mess was resolved. Oh well.
Elijah looked pained. There went his insides through the paper shredder again.
“Like you said, you’re confused,” he mumbled, then swallowed hard.
“Yeah, but. . .” Orlando trailed off, shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to be talking about this. He needed to work it out on his own. He’d already put Elijah through the emotional wringer enough.
He sighed, staring unseeingly at the wall as he lost himself in thought.
“Yeah,” Elijah responded, then got up off the bed and tossed the cream at him.
“Put that on your face,” he said. “It should help. I’m going up to my room. See you tonight.”
Orlando was jolted out of his reverie as the cream landed on his stomach. “Ow,” he muttered, then blinked. “You’re leaving?”
Shit! He knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut! Now he’d scared Elijah away!
“Look, Orli, what you said to Liv; I believe you mean that,” Elijah responded, rubbing the back of his neck and starting to pace the room a little. “Feelings like that just don’t go away because you want them to. I know that better than anyone. You’re rejected. You’re hurt. And you’re reeling from so much weirdness hitting you that I’m amazed you’re still sane. Right now, any attention from anyone is going to make you think you feel a lot more than you do. So I think sticking around right now is a bad idea. If you get hungry, give me a call. I’m in room 612.”
He grabbed his suitcase and started pulling it toward the door.
Orlando nodded dejectedly, a part of him knowing that Elijah was right. It probably was a good idea for Elijah to go. They both needed space.
“Room 612,” he said softly. “No problem. See you later.”
He sat up, unscrewing the cap of the tube of cream and squeezing some out onto his fingers. He might as well do something productive. Well, sort of productive.
“See you tonight,” Elijah said, then headed out the door.
******
Orlando wrung his hands anxiously as he paced around the room. It had been several hours since Elijah had left, and Orlando’s hunger had returned. He’d refrained from calling Elijah though. . .he felt awkward and shy at the thought of seeing him again after what had happened earlier.
But the hunger was growing and he was having a hard time ignoring it.
He licked his lips. Maybe Dom or Billy. . .
He shook his head sharply. No. After the way Dom had freaked out the other day because he’d bitten Elijah, Orlando had a feeling they wouldn’t let him feed. Fuck.
A sharp knock came at his door.
“Open up! It’s us!” Billy called out.
Orlando lunged for the door. Food!
He barely managed to get himself back under control and arranged his features into a nonchalant expression. Nothing was wrong. Nothing at all. Hungry? Him? Pshaw!
“Hey guys,” he said, smiling cheerfully as he opened the door.
“Mrph!” Dom responded, with a nod, his mouth full of pizza. Billy had the box containing the rest of the pizza in his hands.
“You don’t mind if we eat, right?” he asked as they both headed into the room.
Orlando smiled weakly. Dom had a little bit of pizza sauce on the corner of his mouth. It reminded Orli of a drop of blood. Mmmmmm, blood.
“No, I don’t mind at all,” he said. “Go ahead.”
He leaned close to Billy as the other man walked past him. He could almost taste the sweet, succulent blood.
He quickly shook his head, pulling back from Billy. Christ, he was going to go nuts.
“Um, where’s Elijah?” he asked.
“He’s not here?” Billy asked as Dom fought with a string of gooey cheese. “We just kind of assumed he would be.”
“Uh still ged da be Keanu,” Dom mumbled through a mouthful of food. Billy grinned.
“Uh, no, haven’t seen him since this afternoon,” Orlando said, mildly concerned. That wasn’t like Elijah. . . He hoped he was okay.
He raised an eyebrow at Dom. “What about Keanu Reeves?” He glanced at Billy. “Do I even want to know?”
“Come on, you never saw Dracula?” Billy asked incredulously. “Sadie Frost is a total slut in that movie. It’s awesome.”
“Ohhhhh yeah,” Orlando said. “Right, Gary Oldman played Dracula. Sorry, I forgot about that.”
He grinned at Dom. “You’re way cuter than Keanu.” He glanced at Billy. “So if he’s Keanu, who are you?”
Billy shrugged. “Don’t listen to him. I’m really Keanu.”
Dom laughed. They’d been goofing around about this for a while. “Fuck you! I’m Keanu!”
“Actually, isn’t Lij technically Keanu?” Billy pointed out. “I mean, he’s the one that had the hots for Winona Ryder in that movie.”
“He was married to her, you dork,” Dom corrected.
Orlando cleared his throat, blushing. Er. . .right. He didn’t need to think about having the hots for anyone at this point. Bad idea.
And hey! He’d managed not to think about blood for a full five minutes now!
. . .
Oh snap.
He licked his lips, looking at Dom and Billy hungrily. Just a small smackerel. . .that’s all he wanted.
Dom looked at him suspiciously, and backed away a little. Suddenly the room seemed very small.
“Um. . .maybe you should find out where Lij is,” Billy suggested nervously. “You know, since he’s the one with all the books.”
Oh crap! He was looking at them like they were pizza!
Orlando continued to stare hungrily at them for a few seconds until he realized that Billy had said something to him.
“Huh?” he said, blinking. He shook his head to clear it. “Did you say something?”
Dom dove for the phone and dialed Elijah’s room.
“Come on come on come on pick up!” he pleaded softly.
Billy laughed nervously.
“Um, you okay, Orli?” he asked. “You were, uh, getting a little creepy there for a second.”
Orlando smiled sheepishly. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.”
Whoo, he kept this up, he was going to scare away all his friends. Maybe he needed to go downstairs and make a new one. . . He was sure there were plenty of women in the hotel lobby that would gladly let him do whatever he pleased.
“Elijah!” Dom blurted out suddenly. “Get down here quick! Orli’s. . . huh? Oh. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up, but Orli’s trying to EAT US! . . . Okay, hold on.”
He threw the phone in Orlando’s direction.
“He wants to talk to you,” he said quickly.
Orlando scowled at Dom as he picked up the phone. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, he only wanted a little of his blood!
“What?” he snapped into the phone. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be snng ang at Elijah, but he was a little on edge right now, okay?!
Dom scowled back. He was not above fighting dirty when it came to monsters who used to be his friend. What was he even doing here again? Oh right, he was trying to get laid.
“I told you to call me,” Elijah mumbled, having been awakened by the phone. “Come upstairs. Don’t eat Dom and Billy.”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” Orlando protested. “And I wasn’t trying to eat them. I’m fine. Not hungry at all.”
“Then why are you acting all pissed off at me?” Elijah asked as he sat up in bed. “What time is it, anyway?”
“Hungry! He said hungry!” Dom squeaked, pointing wildly at Orlando.
“Dom, calm down,” Billy muttered.
Orlando bared his fangs at Dom. There, give him something to be afraid of.
“Uh. . .I’m just tired,” he told Elijah. Yeah, right, like Elijah believed that one. . .
“It’s a quarter til ten,” he said, glancing at the clock beside the bed.
Dom shrieked and scurried into the corner. Even Billy backed away a bit: that was freaky.
“Quarter to. . .shit! I’ve been asleep for hours!” Elijah exclaimed, suddenly waking up. “Look, Orli, come upstairs. PLEASE. I just need to get dressed. Just. . .don’t do anything stupid.”
Orlando grinned. Heh, that had been kind of fun. Terribly mean, but fun.
“Okay, okay,” he muttered into the phone, his grin fading a little. “I’m on my way up. See you in a few.”
He hung up before Elijah had a chance to say more. Damn it, he wasn’t ready to see Elijah so soon.
“All right,” he said to Dom and Billy. “I’m going up to Lij’s room. I’ll be back.”
With that, he stalked out of the room, grabbing the room key before he went.
******
When he reached Elijah’s room, it took the other man quite a while to answer the door.
“Sorry. Moving kind of slowly tonight,” Elijah said, squinting at the light in the hallway. He looked pale, and dark patches were noticeable under his eyes. He opened the door the rest of the way. “Come on in.”
The room was cluttered with large crucifixes, stakes purchased from a hardware store, and half-made garlic wreaths. A large machete was resting atop the desk next to the computer, as well as a container of what appeared to be water.
Orlando’s eyes widened as he took in the vampire arsenal. “Jeez, no wonder,” he muttered. “How long have you been working on all this?”
Fuck, did Elijah actually expect him to come into that room? He could smell the garlic from where he stood and just the sight of the crucifixes were making him uncomfortable.
He stared at the container of water, blinking. “Been to church?” he said flatly. Where else was one supposed to get holy water?
He took a tentative step into the room, averting his gaze from the crucifixes.
“Yeah, um, sorry,” Elijah said, then sheepishly started cleaning up the mess, stuffing most of it in the bathroom and closing the door. “I figured, you know, be prepared.”
Orlando nodded, relaxing as Elijah closed the door to the bathroom. Ahhhh, he felt much better.
Well. . .except for his hunger.
“Good idea,” he said. “Being prepared.”
He unconsciously licked his lips, staring at Elijah’s neck. He could have a small smackerel now, yes? Mmmm, foooood.
“Right,” Elijah said, bobbing on the balls of his feet nervously. He darted into the bathroom and washed his hands, remembering he’d just handled garlic. He returned to the room, rubbing his hands on his pants, then pulled the bathroom door shut again.
“So, um, how are you really doing?” he asked, trying not to feel like a fleshy snack bar.
Orlando shrugged sheepishly. “Not so well,” he admitted. “I didn’t actually TRY to eat Dom or Billy, but I was staring at them. And I can’t. . .stop thinking. . .”
He trailed off as he became fascinated with the way Elijah’s vein in his neck pulsed. It was calling to him. . .
“Orli?” Elijah prompted, waving his hand in front of Orlando’s face. “Hello?”
Orlando startled, blinking. Huh? What? Was Elijah talking to him?
Shit. . .he’d zoned out again.
He caught Elijah’s hand in his, turning it over so Elijah’s wrist was bared to him. Ooooh, look at the way his pulse moved. Yummy, yummy blood.
He raised Elijah’s wrist toward his lips.
Elijah frowned, then tried half-heartedly to pull away. This was making him feel really used.
But maybe it was just like people who needed coffee in the morning before they were really functional. And eventually Orli would see how much he cared and learn to love him in return. . .
Oh God, he was screwed.
He closed his eyes.
Just before he sank his fangs into Elijah’s wrist, Orlando pulled away. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I can’t do this to you again.”
He dropped Elijah’s wrist and turned his back to him, squeezing his eyes shut. He was afraid of losing control again and having a repeat of LA. And he didn’t want to hurt Elijah again. He didn’t want to use Elijah again.
Oh, but god, he was so hungry.
Elijah stopped holding his breath and peeked one eye open.
“What do you mean?” he asked softly.
Orlando sighed, dropping his head forward, but keeping his back to Elijah. “I just feel like I’m using you,” he said quietly. “And I know how you feel about me and it’s just not fair to you to put you through that kind of emotional torment.”
But he needed blood. . .
He shrugged. “I’ll just do an Angel.”
“Huh?” Elijah asked, blinking. Ahhhh! He WAS being used! He turned away quickly to hide the pain that was seeping into his expression. “Angel? You mean the guy from Buffy?”
Just then, the phone rang again.
Orlando winced. Elijah hadn’t turned quick enough and he’d seen the pain on his face. Damn it, Elijah didn’t deserve that.
“You want me to get that?” he muttered, motioning to the phone. It was probably Dom or Billy, worried about Elijah.
“I’ll get it,” Elijah responded, then picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Uh, Lij?” Billy said, sounding trepidatious. “There’s some chick in a dress climbing up the side of the hotel toward your room.”
Elijah’s eyes widened.
“Shit! Gotta go Billy! Get up here as fast as you can!” he exclaimed, then hung up the phone.
“She’s coming,” he said quickly, then smacked his forehead. “Of COURSE! She can sense where you are!”
He darted into the bathroom.
“Fuck,” Orlando hissed. Then he remembered something she’d told him.
“We’re joined, Elijah,” he blurted out. He blushed as he realized how that might be taken.
“Er, I mean, she and I. She can see through my eyes,” he said. “She’ll know what you’re planning.”
Fuck, this wasn’t good. Quick, Orli, think!
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. There. If he couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t. . .right?
He was going to be pretty useless in the fight once Elijah pulled out his arsenal anyway. He’d probably be hiding in a corner or something.
Shit! Could she read his thoughts too?! Weren’t vams sus supposed to be telepathic?
He tried to think of other things. His mom, his sister, Dom and Billy, kissing Elijah in the limo.
“In Dracula, Van Helsing hypnotized Mina to find out where the count was!” Elijah responded as he rummaged around in the bathroom. “The problem is she knows. . .”
“Exactly what you’re up to,” Vanessa interrupted, suddenly standing in the room. “It doesn’t er. er. Your petty attempts to destroy me are futile.”
“Fuck!” Orlando hissed, his eyes flying open. He stared at Vanessa, his eyes wide with fear.
“You have no power over me,” he said, licking his lips nervously
Hey, it had worked for Sarah in Labyrinth. . .
“On the contrary, I have a great deal of power over you,” she countered, staring at him, pulling him down under her spell.
“Not while I’m around!” Elijah exclaimed, darting from the bathroom and throwing the container of holy water at her. Vanessa shrieked when the blessed liquid touched her, steam rising from her body.
The pain she was experiencing traveled to Orlando’s body, searing his flesh.
Out in the hall, Billy and Dom burst out of the stairwell, ran down the hall, and pounded on Elijah’s door. They heard screaming! That wasn’t good!
Orlando cried out in pain, his face screwing up. Shit, had it been that long since he’d seen Dracula that he’d forgotten that not-so-minor detail of shared pain?
Damn, holy water HURT!
He stumbled over to the door, jerking it open to let Billy and Dom in. “She’s here,” he said, motioning toward Vanessa. “Help Lij.”
Vanessa hissed at the new arrivals. Dom immediately backed away, pulling Billy with him. Shit! It was a wet vampire chick!
Elijah brought up a stake, and leapt at Vanessa. Even in her weakened state, however, she overpowered him easily, and grabbed him by the throat.
“If you are the cause of my trouble, little one, then I shall remove you from the picture,” she hissed.
There was a sudden clap of thunder and a blinding flash of lightning.
When Orlando, Dom and Billy could see again, Vanessa and Elijah were gone.
“No,” Orlando breathed, what little color he had in his face draining away. “Oh fuck no.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, counted to three and then reopened them. Yep, Elijah was still gone.
“Fuck, no, please!” he cried, frantically searching the room for Elijah. He recoiled as he opened the bathroom door and quickly shut it again.
Noooo, no no nonononononono, this wasn’t happening. Not after he’d said he didn’t want to lose Elijah!
“Oh god,” he whispered, glancing at Dom and Billy as unshed tears welled up in his eyes. “She took him.”
“Okay, whoa, who’s the girl, and why did she just kidnap Lij?” Dom asked slowly. “And why is the carpet wet?”
“That’s Vanessa,” Orlando said, squeezing his eyes shut against the tears. Yeargh, now was not the time to start bawling. “She’s the vampire lady who started this whole mess.”
Oh god, Elijah. . .who knew what she was doing to him?
“She tried to kill him once,” he said softly. “That second night, when he came in on us.”
He opened his eyes, staring desperately at Dom and Billy. “This is my fault. We have to get him back. We can’t let her kill him . .or worst, turn him.”
“How do we even FIND him?!” Billy asked, looking overwhelmed.
Orlando opened his mouth to respond and then gulped as he realized he didn’t have a clue.
“I-I don’t know,” he said.
He felt just as overwhelmed as Billy looked and sank down onto the edge of the bed, letting his head fall forward into his hands.
He licked his lips, then raised his head to look at Billy and Dom. “Okay, so you guys have seen Dracula. It’s been foresincsince I saw it. . .but Elijah said Van Helsing hypnotized Mina to find out where the count was. . .so obviously she somehow knew, right?”
“Was that in the movie?” Dom asked, looking confused.
“I think Elijah has the book in his bag,” Billy said, then started going through Elijah’s luggage.
“Wow, no wonder this thing is so heavy! It’s half books!” he exclaimed.
Inside the suitcase were at least two-dozen books on vampire lore.
Orlando smiled slightly. “He wasn’t kidding when he said he was prepared,” he said softly.
And Elijah had done it all for him. . .just because he loved him. He so didn’t deserve it.
He closed his eyes again, the tears threatening to fall. Damn it, he would not cry in front of Dom and Billy. He’d never live it down.
He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly. “Right, so, grab a book and start flipping, I guess.”
And hope to god that Elijah was all right. . .
******