Pax in Virtute -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

A place for Luxe deLuxe's G to PG-13 stories
User avatar
Luxe de Luxe
Sire
Posts: 3285
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:50 pm

Pax in Virtute -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by Luxe de Luxe »

Title: In Pace Virtus

Rating: PG-13 not really sure, hopefully have categorised this right.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.

A/N: This is my response to Challenge #136 -- to write a story on the origins of Mick's jewellery. I want to dedicate this piece to Allegrita and to darkstarrising for the assistance their photographs of Mick's ring gave. Seeing the jewellery up close actually inspired this story. Thanks ladies. Hopefully, this will provide a few moments of entertainment.
ETA: a late, but not insincere, dedication also to francis, without whom this piece would not have fallen within canon.
ETA II: francis, has very helpfully suggested the correct Latin for the title and it has been amended accordingly. Thanks, francis :flowers:


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pax in Virtute


Mick poured himself a drink and sat down behind his desk. Yesterday it was a cheating husband, the day before that a son defrauding the family business. Today, who knew what new depths of human corruption and deceit he’d have the dubious pleasure of wading through. His fingertips pressed against the cool, smooth curve of the glass tumbler – so different in texture from the malleable warmth of the girl last night - and he raised it to the windows behind him in a mocking salute to the sunset. Liquid breakfast - not the one his vampire mama had recommended so long ago - but one he could take, or leave, at his own damn discretion.

He closed his eyes, struck for a moment by the memory of last night’s meal, a rivulet of blood rolling gently downward from the wound and across a creamy swell of breast. He took another swig of whisky, needing the burn at the back of his throat to blot the image out. So he’d started sleeping with the girls as well as feeding from them - what was one more broken vow amongst the multitude of oaths he’d abandoned?

The sky outside darkened. Today was his anniversary. He smiled with grim humour. Anniversaries suggest a wedding or a death – or in his case, both. Lucky him, getting double the bang for his buck that day the way he had. Sometimes he didn’t know why he bothered going on living. He raised the glass to his lips again and then pulled back and raised an eyebrow. It used to bother him, finding an empty glass in his hand and not quite knowing when he’d finished it. These days he just poured another. He reached out a hand for the bottle.

Mick’s eyes widened. A whiff of something old came from behind him and he swung his chair around, half out of his seat, palms flat on the surface of his desk before he got himself in check, sat himself back down again.

A man, a vampire rather, sat in the client chair opposite, his telltale scent a not unpleasant reminder of the earthy aroma of the old French wine cellars he and his comrades in arms had taken shelter in at times during the war. The visitor’s cheeks were gaunt and hollow, a neatly trimmed goatee on his chin. His hair was greying at the temples. That was curious enough in a vampire - humans were usually turned when young and desirable - but it was his expression that held Mick’s attention. The fellow carried himself with the silent dignity of a monarch, his body absolutely still, his hands folded over the head of a polished black cane balanced between his feet. Mick noted a heavy ring on his forefinger, wondering whether his visitor might indeed be some sort of European vampire royalty.

“I mean you no harm,” the old vampire said.

It was true. No scent of malice tainted the office air. Mick relaxed back into his chair and gestured for the man to continue.

“In a very short while a woman will come to your office door requesting your assistance with the retrieval of her daughter. She will be quite distraught. The girl is her only child. The woman will offer to compensate you but tell you she doesn’t have resources enough to offer payment upfront.” The man reached into his jacket and tossed a thick wad of notes onto Mick’s desk. “Half your payment in advance. You’re to reassure the woman that you will take the case anyway and return to her what was unlawfully taken.”

Mick regarded the fellow evenly. He’d worked several missing persons cases in the past, had some success with them, too. Finding a lost child wouldn’t be too difficult, but something didn’t smell right.

“What’s your interest in the matter?”

The man waited, as if weighing up whether or not Mick could be trusted. “The girl is my granddaughter,” he said eventually.

Mick raised his eyebrow but said nothing. Vampires turned in later life, as this fellow so obviously had been, were often fortunate enough to have the remnants of their human DNA linger on in a human family tree. But this vampire… at a guess, his grand daughter had gone to her rest some time before Columbus had discovered the continent.

“You’re right,” the man said, as if reading his mind. “She is a very distant branch of my bloodline, but she is family… and she is the last.”

It was as if Mick was there again - the hollow rustling of the wind in the trees, his sister’s coffin being lowered into the cold, dark ground before a knot of dark clad mourners. He raised his chin and looked back at the man with wordless understanding. None of them ever truly forgot the yawning emptiness left by the burial of one’s last link to their human origins.

“I’ll take the job.” Hell, a kid was in danger, was there ever any doubt? There was just one more thing. “What’s the catch?”

The old vampire raised a puzzled eyebrow.

“The local police can do just as good a job on this as I can, maybe better, given that a child’s involved. Public opinion means plenty of resources.”

“This task requires a… specialist.”

That meant it required someone with vampire speed and strength.

“Another vampire is involved?”

“One of the most dangerous.”

Mick sat up straighter. “Tell me.”

“I can’t give you any more information,” the vampire said with a shrug, “than you already have.”

Mick frowned, mystified. It looked like that was all he was going to get. The older vampire rose from the seat and headed toward the door then stopped as if he’d thought better of leaving and turned, tugging the ring from his finger and tossing it onto Mick’s desk.

“Take this and wear it as a reminder of the importance to me of this child. You will return the ring to me and receive the other half of your fee when the job is done.”


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It happened just as the old vampire had said, the knock at his door, the woman falling into his arms weeping, pressing a photograph of her little girl into his hands with pleading eyes. It hadn’t taken him long to track down Coraline. He’d recognised her scent the moment he stepped into the crime scene. He couldn’t believe her craziness. She wanted them to have a vampire family. Maybe it was the irony of that word that drove him to it, the fact that he could never have one, or maybe it was just the child’s terror, helpless to avoid the fate his beloved wife had planned for her. The travesty of the awful parallel enraged him.

When it was over, he took the child home and the girl’s mother reached out and lifted the child from his arms. He’d only held the child there for a moment, but it felt like a plug had been pulled from his socket, the power to put one foot in front of the other suddenly gone. To make it worse, Mrs Turner gripped his arm in gratitude and thanked him - what a kind man, what a good man he was. He waved her away, sickened by the incongruity of the words, and stumbled back to the Merc, waiting until the Turner's front door had closed before resting a hand on the passenger-side door of his car and leaning over into the gutter and retching.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Back in his office, Mick looked out at the city lights with unseeing eyes and tossed back a shot. He was reaching for a second when he stiffened. He didn’t bother turning around.

“Keep your money,” he said.

He heard the man settle into a chair, the sound of a wad of cash drop onto his desk. “We cannot avoid payment for what we have earned.”

Mick swung his chair around. “If I was human, I’d have earned life in a six by ten cell.”

“Ahh,” the man said, “so you ended her.” He glanced at the drink in Mick's hand and nodded sagely. “One more reason for you to sink into the abyss.”

Mick frowned furiously. “What do you know about my life?,” he said bitterly, tugging the old man’s ring from his finger and clenching it in his fist. “About suffering, about hating what you are?!”

Mick took another breath to go on, but the older vampire raised a hand, beckoned for silence. “I was not always as I am. And like you, I did not welcome my transformation.”

Mick frowned, as if searching for a falsehood in the old man’s statement. When it seemed that Mick would listen, the old man spoke again.

“A long time ago in a place far from here, I was the last living leader of a noble religious order devoted to chivalry and peace-keeping amongst mighty nations. Our brotherhood attracted the brightest scholar-warriors of the age and we became powerful, learned. Tales of a hidden treasure began to circulate amongst the great circles we moved within. Our power began to be feared. In envy, our king, ordered our treasure to be seized and the destruction of our order. The men who came to arrest me weren’t men but demons.” The older man looked at Mick meaningfully. “Creatures who needed to suck the lifeblood of their human hosts in order to survive. Our order had hunted these demons, sad pathetic creatures that they were, along the byways frequented by travellers and pilgrims for centuries. In our hubris, we never suspected that one day they might be in positions of power. Too late for me did it become apparent that not only had they risen in the world, but that they knew of the order’s treasure and sought it for themselves.” He leaned forward, his clever black eyes gleaming keenly in Mick’s direction. “Yes, indeed there was a treasure, only it didn’t consist of gold or jewels. My own field of research was alchemy. I had spent my latter years in the search for a serum that would prolong the natural course of one’s life, allow the good to live on, to prosper and to provide wise governance to their fellow man. I created such a serum in the final year of my life.

“The fountain of youth,” Mick breathed, fascinated against his will.

The old vampire shrugged. “It has been called many things.”

“But -,” Mick said.

“Why should the demons want it, indeed?” the man replied with a smile. “Immortality was already theirs.” He leaned forward. “The serum was a lethal toxin to their kind. One sip, one tiny smudge rubbed into a cut or wound was enough to end their deadly existence forever. They could not afford for such a concoction to fall into the hands of any but themselves, for humankind would surely use it to wipe them out of existence.

“I was tortured of course. When I did not speak, they arrested my common-law wife and family. My wife, they drained in front of me. My daughter was not so lucky. After they had finished abusing her she was sold into slavery. My son was tortured and half blinded by the beatings. He never regained the use of his eye. When still I did not reveal the serum’s whereabouts, they threatened to turn me into such as they.” The older vampire shuddered. “I prayed for deliverance. I had no desire to become a monster and I cursed God for abandoning me to this fate.” He shook his head sadly, “Afterward, the thirst was terrible and on the fourth day, they placed my injured son into the dungeon with me.” The older vampire was silent for a moment and when he went on his voice was steely. “Despite my privations, I was able to cease feeding just before his heart beat its last. I was weak. I could not bear the thought of being the cause of his death, so I ripped the vein from my wrist and held it to his lips.” He smiled bitterly at Mick. “Now, I was doubly damned. The following day I went to my execution - tied to a stake and immolated at noon. All of my order followed, hunted to extinction.”

Mick frowned. Neither human nor vampire was immune to naked flame.

The man smiled. “I had tasted of my own serum of course. Not even I had suspected its regenerative powers. I will not speak of the many years I despaired after that or of the evil deeds I undertook, only that when I had learned to curb the worst of the demon’s excesses, I tracked down my poor abused daughter. I have watched over her children and her children’s children since that time and in time I finally saw the meaning of God’s plan for me.” He looked meaningfully at Mick’s open palm where the heavy white gold ring now lay. “The sigil of my new Order.”

Mick looked down at the ring on his palm. Atop the heavily decorated thick white-gold band, a diamond-studded cross arched over a glowing white stone cupped within the ring's interior.

“The diamonds signify our immortality, the Holy Cross our oath to protect the pure soul of humanity - the shining stone within.”

Mick was quiet, thoughtful. “And the inscription?” he said, tilting the ring so that light gleamed from the spidery engraving on the ring’s inner surface.

“Ah, you have an eye for detail,” the old vampire smiled approvingly. “Pax in Virtute, our motto. Peace through Virtue,” he said. “Such as we are damned and cannot enter the gates of Heaven, but we can attain some measure of serenity by working toward re-creating the garden here.”

Mick held the ring out toward him as if suddenly reluctant to part with it. The older vampire reached out both hands and curled Mick’s fingers around the heavy white gold band.

“For my granddaughter’s life I grant you a gift,” he said. “Keep it, as a sign that a path other than the one to hell is open to you should you wish it.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, “Although the ring itself is quite valuable, your true gift lies beneath the cross, my son.”

Mick’s slid the ring onto his forefinger, listening intently.

“I give to you the gift of death.”

Mick’s eyebrow rose and he examined the glowing white stone nestled in the ring’s interior more closely.

“Should you ever weary of the endless nights, only crush the stone within the ring and mix it with a little of your own blood and drink it. You will be delivered from damnation before the dawn of the following day.”

Mick looked astonished. “This is the serum? Your serum?”

The old vampire smiled. “A portion of the fabled treasure of the Templars lays crystallized on your finger at this very moment.”

Mick looked thoughtful. "If I do as you say... I'll die?"

"Most assuredly," the old vampire said. He stood up and extended his hand to Mick. “But I hope you do not use it. You’re a demon but you can still do good. It is a worthy way to spend eternity, my son.”

Mick watched the door close behind the older vampire. Torture, Templars, a secret brotherhood of vampire protectors? He needed a drink. His hand snaked out toward the bottle of whiskey on his desk and as it did, light gleamed from the curved band of the white gold ring on his forefinger. He hesitated. Then his hand curled firmly around the neck of the bottle and he pulled out the bottom drawer of his desk and placed the half empty bottle inside and nudged it closed.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The old vampire took the elevator down to the basement car park and stepped into a long black limousine. It glided out up the ramp and out onto the road and to the scene of the still smoking remains of what was once a warehouse. A dark figure stepped out of the shadows and into the waiting car. The old man didn’t turn his head, remaining seated with his hands upon the shiny black cane before him.

“The child is well? She didn’t suffer any harm?”

“No,” the woman said, “but - .”

“You did well, daughter.”

“Sire,” the woman cried out, “I don’t understand why you had me take the child. It has turned him against me. He left me to the fire. Oh Grandpere, he no longer loves me.”

The old vampire’s face hardened. “Penance for the sin of taking him against his will, Child.” He sighed, then softened, chucking her under the chin. “You might one day be redeemed of all your sins, daughter. I’ve watched this husband of yours. He has the calling; he only needed the clarion to be loud enough for him to hear.” The old vampire looked off into the distance. “Despite the degradation he has descended into, his heart is pure. I have accepted him into our order and believe that one day he may become the most virtuous of our champions.”

“You gave him one of the rings?”

“I did.”

The woman’s blackened face seemed stricken. “You told him its secret? The secret of the stone?” She could tell by her sire’s face that he had. “Oh, Grandpere,” she lamented, “He hates what he is. He’ll take the serum and be lost to us, to me, forever.”

“I told him only that the potion of the stone would deliver him from the weariness of his demonic existence, and it will. It is indeed as fatal as I promised, but death will come to him gradually as a result of long and well-lived human life. If he does long for humanity, as you say, he will be blessed with it at the time he feels most despairing of its loss. Better reparation for your sin I could not have granted him. Until then, he has been given the opportunity to right the wrongs he has done to his human brothers.” The old man put a hand over the charred hand of his granddaughter. “This time, his fate is in his own hands.”

The limousine purred to life and carried Coraline and her sire, the Grand Master of the Inferus Coeli, all of the vampires under heaven dedicated to protecting their human brethren, away with it.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last edited by Luxe de Luxe on Sun May 26, 2013 2:39 am, edited 11 times in total.
Image
Banner by the talented Hot Micks
User avatar
AussieJo
Logan's WoW nemesis
Posts: 994
Joined: Thu Jan 22, 2009 2:48 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by AussieJo »

I love this, Luxe! Is there any more? :hug:
User avatar
darkstarrising
100% Moonlightaholic
Posts: 11014
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:25 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by darkstarrising »

What an amazing, multi-layered story, Luxe :hug: The twist at the end i

Mick at the beginning of your story is in despair...
The sky outside darkened. Today was his anniversary. He smiled with grim humour. Anniversaries suggest a wedding or a death – or in his case, both. Lucky him, getting double the bang for his buck that day the way he had. Sometimes he didn’t know why he bothered going on living. He raised the glass again, and then raised an eyebrow. It used to bother him, finding an empty glass in his hand and not quite knowing when he’d finished it. These days he just poured another. He reached out a hand for the bottle.
Mick's life, his undead life, is leading him to a place of darkness. His mysterious visitor, however, offers him a way back to a path less dark and depraved. I love the twists and turns in the old vampire's story of his own turning and how you've woven aspects from the series into it. Yet it was the very end that surprised me the most.

Everything in the story seems dark, yet just when there seems no hope, the light of hope breaks through - Mick finding the little girl, the old vampire surviving his ordeal and finding a better path for himself and others.

And the ring? Fabulous angle in that Mick holds in his hand what he desires most, yet for some reason, doesn't use it. I wonder what that reason could be :whistle:

Wonderful take on the challenge, Luxe and I'm glad the pictures were helpful :rose:
darkstarrising
Love – the universal language, the story of Moonlight
View My Fanfic Index

Image

Thanks to the talented and generous Phoenix for my beautiful banner!
User avatar
BlueEyedMonster
Fledgling
Posts: 471
Joined: Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:05 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by BlueEyedMonster »

Wonderful writing and a very intriguing story.
Kara
Fledgling
Posts: 375
Joined: Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:35 pm

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by Kara »

Now there's a twist. Coraline being Beth's blood relative. I don't know if I should ooh & aah or eww. :snicker: But what a tale you told. Very intriguing & most of all believable.

Thank you. :rose:
User avatar
allegrita
Moonlightaholic Admin
Posts: 45960
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:22 am
Location: Snuggled under the brown afghan, watching the fire

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by allegrita »

Ooooooh, this is such a great story!! :hyper2: Your idea about the origin of the ring is wonderful, and you've given us an amazing backstory for Coraline and Lance, too. And I've always had a sneaking suspicion that everybody with AO-negative blood must be related... :chin:

As I was reading the story, Coraline's Sire reminded me of the actor who played the original Josef, in the pilot presentation. I think we should cast him in the role, when we film this. :teeth:

What an amazing twist--the the ring holding Mick's dearest wish, but one he can never have unless he loses all hope. And now you've got me trying to put together the things we saw on the show--why did Coraline come back as Morgan? Was she working on her father's behalf, or against him? Was Lance really taking her back to him for punishment? Or were they playing some sort of elaborate ruse? Oooh, I love your stories--they always make me think and think. :hug:
Image
jen
Cleaner
Posts: 6411
Joined: Mon Apr 20, 2009 12:11 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by jen »

Luxe

This is absolutely wonderful!

I am sitting hear crying and this is not a sad story at all.

If the goal is to create a single event that will cast most of what we saw in a different light, you have succeeded brilliantly. I am replaying the interview scene at the beginning of NSTAV when Mick said that being a P.I. is a way to use his special abilities.

Check. That fits. He has internalized what has been told to him and made his choice.

His stated desire to make up for the bad things he has done.

Check. That fits, too.

Fabulous answer to the challenge!

Thank you!

Jenna

:hearts: :flowers: :hearts: :flowers:
Last edited by jen on Tue Feb 07, 2012 9:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Mick and Beth--two of the lovely faces of Moonlight
Image
Beautiful banner by the Fabulous Phoenix
User avatar
Luxe de Luxe
Sire
Posts: 3285
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:50 pm

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by Luxe de Luxe »

Hey, AussieJo, good to see you! Hope you're well. There are no plans for anything more, but the brotherhood of demons... well, who knows when they may pop up again?
darkstarrising wrote:The twist at the end i
Gah! Talk about building suspense into your comment, dsr! :snicker:
darkstarrising wrote:And the ring? Fabulous angle in that Mick holds in his hand what he desires most,
I'm a firm believer that we all hold what we desire most in the palms of our hands, if only we would see it, or take action to realise it. :yes:

Thanks, BEM! :wave:

Thanks, Kara. Yes, haven't we all suspected that link? *nodding to Alle, just over there* I'm very happy this seemed believable to you.

Thanks, Alle, I don't think you missed a single reference. :flowers:
Alle wrote:What an amazing twist--the the ring holding Mick's dearest wish, but one he can never have unless he loses all hope.
I know! I just love torturing Mick! And yes, if this had happened, it certainly would open up a lot of possibilities. Personally, with this as back story, I suspect Lance taking Coraline back wasn't play acting but police work. I can't imagine the Grand Master being happy about the Cure being bandied about so openly by Coraline -- can you imagine how all the other vampires would feel knowing that they had it? His new brotherhood would be in danger of being wiped out just like the first. Oh and that actor you mention would be perfect in the old vamp's role!

Wow. This made you cry, jen? :comfort: I hadn't thought about it til reading your comment... but yes, I can see how that all fits. I also like to think that the old vamp's story of watching over his children's children was some sort of model for Mick's decision to watch over Beth as part of his way back to redemption.
Image
Banner by the talented Hot Micks
User avatar
r1015bill
100% Moonlightaholic
Posts: 8856
Joined: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:15 pm

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by r1015bill »

Excellent!
User avatar
cassysj
100% Moonlightaholic
Posts: 12740
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 5:58 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by cassysj »

This is wonderful. I love the idea of Coraline and Beth being related. I love the explanation of Lance's eye and it does make you think if Coraline kidnapped Beth at his behest what else is he behind? I agree with Alle I've cast the actor who originally played Josef for the part. :teeth:
Image
User avatar
Marigold
Courtesan
Posts: 2482
Joined: Sun Oct 02, 2011 5:57 pm

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by Marigold »

Luxe, this was a fabulous response to the challenge! :rose:

My head is just spinning thinking of all the implications of this story. :dizzy: The ending completely got me. :thud:

Thank you! :hearts:
Image
Fantastic banner by Kath40! Thank you!
User avatar
librarian_7
Forever Moonlightaholic
Posts: 23481
Joined: Fri Jan 16, 2009 7:21 pm
Location: wherever Josef is
Contact:

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by librarian_7 »

As always, Luxe, a great story!

What Alle said, about Coraline's sire reminding her of the "original" Josef--I was thinking the same thing. They seemed very similar. And that's a nice touch.

We've gotten so much depth out of these "ring" stories. And that's wonderful!

Lucky
User avatar
Luxe de Luxe
Sire
Posts: 3285
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:50 pm

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by Luxe de Luxe »

thanks, rbill! :teeth:

yeah, cassy, that actor just seems to fit. I think having Coraline and Beth related is really interesting and I suspect, had the show gone one, that the writers would have shown us that.

thanks, Marigold. :hearts: :evillaugh: I am so glad the ending got you!

thanks, Lucky. Yeah, agreed. Everyone put in a great effort with this challenge.
Image
Banner by the talented Hot Micks
User avatar
francis
100% Moonlightaholic
Posts: 11556
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:45 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by francis »

I adore this story. Luxe, you are such a master, you made me rethink the whole Moonlight universe once again after 4 years of being already obsessed with it.
So Coraline is related to Beth, and her sire is the head of a new Templar order. The significance of the ring just slays me, it's the Templar cross and the cure all in one.
What awes me the most is that Mick now had his fate in his own hands, on his finger literally, but didn't use the ring to end it. He had a choice and took it, leaving the bottle in the drawer being the first sign of things changing.
Coraline, poor charred Coraline has taken Beth at her sire's request and suffered the consequences. And she still wants her Mick back and fears for him.
Wow, talk about turning a story on its axis while staying totally true to everything it holds.
:melts:
User avatar
francis
100% Moonlightaholic
Posts: 11556
Joined: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:45 am

Re: In Pace Virtus -- (PG-13) Challenge #136

Post by francis »

Oh, I forgot: I'm so glad that you didn't let the timeline ruin the story. You just found a way to give him the ring early. Love that little detail! :hug:

And sorry but the Latin teacher in me is demanding I write this:
In pace virtus means "Virtue in peace", not "Peace through Virtue".
If you want to say the latter, you neet do say Pax in virtute. :blushing:
Post Reply

Return to “Luxe deLuxe's Office”