Hate This & I'll Love you {Finlay; M}

[Scotty Kovac]

He was dead, he was gone. This was it, Scotty’s life was over and all the things he ever wanted to do and the person he wanted to be was lost to him. He was leaving behind his enormous family for the pitch black. There was no Heaven or Hell for the boy; only flashes of sound, light, smell and an incredible, burning hunger. It gnawed at him, overriding all other thoughts and feelings; all except one. A realisation dawned on him that he could feel scratchy sheets underneath him and smell the antiseptic, clean smell that could only belong to one place; hospital.

At once the boy’s eyes flew open and he was sitting bolt upright. Although the lighting was dull it still overwhelmed his sensitive eyes. As he got used to it Scotty saw that he was sitting in a gown in a curtained off area of the morgue of St. Mungos; a place he’d seen many times before. In the back of the teen’s mind the part of him that was Scotty Kovac started to panic and raise questions as to why he was where dead bodies were stored when he was obviously not dead but another, new, part of him silenced it. It was the hunger and the urge for blood. The bass drum rhythm of a heartbeat entered his ears and at that moment Scotty forgot himself.

Deathly pale the not-Scotty stalked out from behind the curtains and rounded on the mortician that had just entered. At once the man turned to run but was not quick enough. Driven on instinct alone, the boy gripped and slammed the man into a wall with supernatural speed and strength. His heart beat and the visible pulsing of blood through the veins of the neck had Scotty in a near trance. He watched eyes wide and tongue running over newly elongated canine teeth. He could smell the man’s fear and that only spurred him on to give a low guttural, animalistic growl and then to bite savagely at his neck.

Unawares as to how to feed properly, the mortician’s neck was savaged by the new vampire. The taste of blood, as horrifying as it was to the old part of him, was the heaven Scotty had been hoping for. The more he bit, gnawed and sucked at the man’s neck the more the grating hunger was satiated. At last, with a mouth, chin and hospital gown stained red with blood, there was no more blood for Scotty to drain. He had killed the man and had given it no second thought to it.

Breathing hard, the changeling stood over the body of his victim. As the hunger was appeased the instinct of the predator began to dull and the old part of Scotty began to resurface; that was until the sound of someone entering the morgue. Their scent hit him and there was a sense of familiarity about it; it was Finlay and she was a woman. Again the instinct of the hunter arose and this time the boy hid himself away to watch her for a moment. He would stalk her, only this time he wasn’t going to feed. Instead his newly acquired mind told him to purge himself of all things human and a woman would help him do this.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Fin had woken up to the strange smells and the weird beeping of St. Mungo's. It hadn't been an easy regaining of consciousness, there was a moment of peace, where she'd thought she had woken in her bed in Hogwarts, followed by a moment of confusion as the strange surroundings and sounds tore her from that belief. However, within seconds, everything previous to her passing out came rushing back at her, the attack, Auggie, Scotty, Viv, Silas. Terror gripped her, Scotty, somehow she’d got them here, but where was he? And why was she strapped up to wires and machines? Apparently her consciousness was noticed by one of the machines, as one of the staff members on duty wandered in, followed by a drawn looking woman. She looked like Fin felt. Trapped between the crisp white sheets, Fin began babbling questions at the pair the moment she could, her voice raspy from lack of use. Where was Scott? Was he okay? Could she see him? Had they found August? How long had she been out? They all came tumbling from her mouth, ignored by the nurse who took her pulse, checked her vitals, ticked things off a chart and gave her a somber look as she left the room, leaving Fin alone with the woman she recognized deep down but didn’t want to admit it. A strained silence fell between them, the woman stood by her bed, her hand moving closer to Fin’s slowly, like she was scared to touch her. Fin felt tears well up in her eyes, looking up at the woman, “He’s alright, isn’t he? I got him here in time? They could help?” The desperation in her voice was clear, she needed to have got him here in time, she needed to have been able to save him. The woman finally took hold of her hand, squeezing gently as her own eyes flooded, causing Fin’s tears to tumble on her cheeks, “Please? Tell me he’s okay. Please.” The woman looked up, a small shake of her head as she wrapped her arms around Fin’s shoulders, pulling her into a hug. Her words echoed through the sobs that wracked the older woman ~I’m sorry~ Fin broke. Again, she hadn’t been good enough, she hadn’t done enough. For a few seconds, no sound left her, a silent scream that seemed deafening as she gripped to Scott’s mum, her legs curling up as the realization took hold. He was gone, Scotty, her best friend, he’d died. They seemed to stay there for hours, the pair of them just there, hugging onto each other like they were lifelines. Fin clung to his mother, the closest thing she had to the love she had lost, and his mother clung to the last person to see he son, the one who had tried to help him, his best friend. After a while, the sobs had subsided, replaced with a subdued calm, a sense of disconnection from the situation. Finally, Fin sniffed, “Can I see him? Can I… say goodbye? Which led her to being allowed into the morgue. His mother had given her permission to go alone, to spend time alone with him, enabling her to grieve without worry of who would see her. All she had to do was find the coroner and he would get Scotty, then leave them be. Her stomach plummeted the moment her bare feet touched the tiled floor. It smelt horrible, chemical, clinical, blood mixed with death. Fin could still smell the bitter scent from that fateful night. Filled with dread that made her body feel heavy, Fin wrapped her hospital cardigan tighter around her body. This was it, she was about to see him, laid out on one of those slabs, cold, colourless, dead. Part of her wanted to turn tail and run, get out of the morgue, the hospital, get to the nearest bar and drink the memories away, but another part of her wanted to stay, needed to find closure. There was so much she needed to tell him, things she should have said before. Stepping further inside, Fin caught a sight of her reflection in one of the metal objects hung around the room. Wow, no wonder they’d put her in a bed. Her skin was a patchwork of bruises and grazes from the amount of times she’d hit the floor and walls in the alley, her hair was still wild but thrown into a loose ponytail. Her eyes were red and puffy, from all the crying, and her skin looked grey. She couldn’t help but feel lucky, her fate could have been a hell of a lot worse, her parents could have been in that hospital too, they could have wept like Scott’s mother had done for him. Building up the courage, Fin glanced around the uncomfortably quiet morgue, “Hello?” No reply. She moved further in, snooping around the morgue, “They… I’ve been sent down… to… see… to see Scotty… Scott Kovac…” Again no answer, causing Fin to frown deeply, she didn’t like being down here, especially if she was alone. “Anyone here?”

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[Scotty Kovac]

Her voice rang out in the silent morgue like the ringing of a bell. The familiarity of it was so clear and distinct and almost enough for Scotty to take control back from changeling-Scotty but not quite. Not used to his enhanced hearing, he almost hissed at how loud Fin’s voice sounded but somehow he remained quiet, eyes firmly on the girl as she stepped further and further into the morgue. An unnatural lust for her body compelled Scotty to move closer to her, coinciding with each step she herself took.

”There’s only me here now,” Scotty hissed suddenly appearing in front of Fin, blood dripping down his arms, face and clothes. Just as he had done the morgue worker he pinned the girl up against a wall, this time with one hand covering her mouth. ”Did you miss me Fin? I missed you,” he purred with an edge to his voice that was a sure sign that Scotty wasn’t in control. It was like his body had been possessed and the rational, sane and normal part of himself had been imprisoned in his own body. All he could do was watch and listen to actions and words that were not his own.

The predator bared his red tinged fangs at the girl before letting his eyes wander over her body. Still holding her against the wall he brought his hand down from her mouth and ran it lightly over her body, appreciating every curve he touched. Scotty settled his head in the crook of her neck, drinking in Fin’s scent before kissing on her flesh and then more eagerly on her lips. Roaming hands and an urgent roll of the hips soon made what the changeling was after very clear.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] This was getting a little too ‘B-rate horror film’ for Fin. She was already a mess with everything that had happened and her imagination just flashed images of Silas sauntering in with a cleaver and stalking her. She wanted to get out and come back later. No sooner had she made that decision in her head, a figure loomed out of nowhere, blocking her path. Everything whizzed through her head, racing at the speed of light, blood, so much blood, Silas, he’d found her, he’d seen her and wanted to get rid of any witnesses, she was going to die, oh God the blood, please. She didn’t have a chance to react properly, didn’t have time for her brain to sort out what was happening, before her back collided with the tiled wall, forcing a yelped groan from her lips, muffled against his hand as it pressed down over her mouth. Suddenly everything stopped as her brain caught up with the scenario she was faced with. Her body froze, petrified beyond all logical thought as she stared, eyes as wide as saucepans, at the form in front of her. Scotty? ~Did you miss me Fin? I missed you~ There was something in his voice that made her blood run cold. This couldn’t be happening. This… Scotty. It couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t Scotty, this was some sort of grief based form of hallucination. It was her own body punishing her for what she’d done, for sleeping with him, for not keeping her emotions in check, for not saving him. Then he bared his fangs at her, fangs she had seen before, three nights ago. Her blood started to pump hard, her heart hammering in her chest as she struggled for breath. What had she done? Viv, what had she done!? Her body started to struggle, her hands moving to grasp at the hand that pinned her effortlessly. Her legs kicked out, her hands scratching at his, her body lifting itself and ramming back into the wall as she tried to break free. Whimpers sounded, only growing louder as his hand moved from her mouth and moved down her body. She was still scared beyond anything she had ever felt before. Three nights ago she had been distraught, she had feared for him, for August, but tonight, that seemed like a mere worry compared to how she felt now. What was he doing!? She didn’t take her eyes off him, silently pleading with him as she searched for the voice that had deserted her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to holler and get someone in here to get him away from her. His head nestled in her neck, and Fin tensed, her entire body going rigid as she expected to have whatever fate had met the person whose blood now stained Scott’s skin and clothes. She cried out, her eyes slamming shut, as his lips pressed against her skin, waiting to feel the sharp pain of his teeth tearing into the spot his lips were, but it didn’t happen. Feeling his lips move to kiss her viciously, Fin’s defences rose, lifting her arms to push against his shoulders. She had wanted him, so many nights she had thought about him, but not like this, never like this. His hands blurred across her body, burning the bare flesh it touched, leaving bloody smears across her gown and skin. His hips pressed against her, bringing back the memories of their drunken night, which would now forever be tainted by this. She pushed harder against him, trying to force her legs shut with a vice like grip. Her voice murmured out a plea for him to stop, but it came out as a sobbed whisper, stifled by his aggressive affections.

[Scotty Kovac]

Fin’s struggling only served to make Scotty’s body want her more. He kissed her again on the neck, this time tempted to bite down. He needed her and wanted her so badly; what she wanted or didn’t want just didn’t matter. From her neck his head moved down her chest where he placed an ear over her wildly racing heart. Just like with the dead mortician he stood, enamoured by its sound and rhythm. ”Why are you so frightened Fin? It’s me, it’s Scotty,” his tone of voice said otherwise. Laced with lust and blatant disregard for the girl it was most certainly not a voice Scotty had ever used before, not even in his last encounter with Fin.

”You want this, I know you do. I thought you loved me,” he growled deeply. The monster was using the boy’s own memories against both himself and poor Fin. With nothing he could do to fight the proverbial chains the changeling part of him had tied him up in, Scotty the Gryffindor and prankster could only watch as his body ran a hand up Fin’s gown and onto the inside of one of her thighs, leaving a trail of quickly drying blood on her skin and clothes. Still she fought valiantly against a creature that had more strength than ten men

Her legs were shut tightly together, blocking what Scott wanted and trying to protect her from what was coming. ”Open your legs Fin,” the boy hissed in her ear, prying them apart anyway with ease. ”There’s nothing you can do. I want you and I’m going to get you right here, right now,” he whispered dangerously, hips pressing closer to hers.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Fin’s entire body tensed and froze as Scotty moved down to her chest; she could feel the heaviness as his ear pressed down on the left hand side. She knew well enough what he was listening for, she could hear it throbbing in her ears, feel it pulsing through her hands, her legs. It made her feel like the power of her heartbeat was going to force the blood from her, just to allow it an escape. ~Why are you so frightened Fin? It’s me, it’s Scotty~ Normally those words would have had her smiling, completely put at ease, but not now, not when she knew what he was, knew the way he spoke, the dark edge of a killer in his voice, it wasn’t Scotty, not -her- Scotty. Feeling entirely at a loss, Fin could do nothing but let silent, burning tears fall on her cheeks as he spoke. Bastard. Her closed eyes tightened as he spoke of love, more tears spilling out. How could he do that? How could he bring her feelings into this, when the scenario was anything but what she had loved him for? Yet, she still did love him, still loved the Scott she could remember. This… this thing looked like Scott, was Scott, but his words, his voice, his actions all made the revulsion grow inside her, taking over, tainting the love she had felt for him. He was so strong, too strong. She had tried to fight him off when he ordered her to open her legs, but it was no use, he had pried them apart like opening a letter. ~There’s nothing you can do. I want you and I’m going to get you right here, right now~ His voice spoke softly in her ear, though there was nothing soft about the tone. It made her blood run cold, her skin erupt in goosebumps. She pleaded with him again, nothing coherent, just words linked to pleading spilling from her lips. Desperate to stop him, Fin lifted her hands to rest either side of his blood stained face, trying to force his head away from her ear to look at her. She sobbed, she couldn’t scream for help. He would likely kill her before the sound left her lips, and then what would that get them? Even if she did alert someone, did she really want people to see this? Scott was strong, she could vouch all too well for that. What if his mother came down? What if she saw her dead son, pinning his best friend to the wall, molesting her? What if he killed her? Fin ran her hand through his hair, crying harder at the sight of what he had become, “Scotty, please… I do love you; you know that… but not like this, please. I don’t want this. You don’t want this, not really… you said, remember? You didn’t want me like that…” She didn’t know why she said it, maybe because she thought her best way to escape this was to remind him of what they had, how it had been before they’d even slept together. Feeling his hips press against her, Fin shifted, trying to get some space between them, “Please, Scotty… just let me go. I won’t say anything; I’ll just go and get someone... I’ll…”

[/b] She felt her stomach churn at the words that followed in her mind. Desperation made even the most horrific things seem acceptable, and the hurt that coursed through her at the words was horrific. “I’ll… I’ll go and get Vivian… she can help you, Scotty.” She could feel her heart literally ache as the words left her. Viv had taken the Scotty she knew and replaced him with this creature, this beast, and Fin was paying for it. Viv hadn’t only taken the old Scott from her, she had managed to taint every happy memory she had of him.[/justify][/size][/color][/font][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Scotty Kovac]

Ever on and on Fin struggled and pleaded with the changeling to no avail. He was not listening to a single word of protest; he knew what he wanted and there would be no stopping him. The soft touch on Scotty’s face almost had the desired effect; for a moment his face softened into a more familiar expression as sanity fought desperately against the newer, stronger instincts of a new vampire. Unfortunately for the girl the change back did not last long, as quickly as it had been conquered the cold, lusty look of new Scotty was back, old Scotty again imprisoned in his mind.

”You do want this,” he repeated with another, pressing roll of his hips, ”I remember and I have changed my mind, I want you like this, so very much.” The boy moved back to kissing and caressing Fin’s body, ignoring what she said in favour for hitching up her hospital gown ever so slightly. That was until Vivian’s name came up. Yes, get Vivian. She can help! Scotty screamed inwardly, his face taking on the expression of a lost child’s. He needed his girlfriend to stop him, to tame the monster he woken up as. She had been through the change and come out the other side, oh God how he needed the Russian girl now more than ever.

However, the changeling side had other ideas. ”You can do whatever you want... after,” it shrugged, a malicious fanged smile playing across its lips. Without another word, the vampire tossed the girl to the floor before pouncing on top of her and pinning her down. The angle made it easier to run one hand again along her thighs and to hitch up her gown. Scotty’s mouth returned to embracing where Fin’s neck met her shoulders and he kissed it has he moved her hips into the ideal position. As soon as he was satisfied he simultaneously bit down, fangs slicing through flesh, and intertwined himself forcefully with her with a groan of pleasure.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] ~You do want this, I remember and I have changed my mind, I want you like this, so very much~ Fin wished she could believe that latter part was true. Her fear had fooled her for a moment into believing he didn't really want this, that he was just trying to tell himself she wanted it, like his conscience was fighting him. For a few instances, Fin thought she might be getting through to him. Funny how that managed to sting her, again she wasn't enough, but Viv had made him falter, she'd seen his face pull slightly, a shimmer of the old Scott flashing across his features. It was no use though, even his dear, sweet, love of his life Viv couldn't stop him. It was at that precise moment she knew her Scott was gone. He had freaked out so badly at the idea of hurting her with their drunken sexcapade, and yet this thing was ignoring the memory of Viv to force himself on her. No, this vampire had taken everything she had loved about Scott and killed it. Hearing his words, words that sounded more like a court verdict to her ears, Fin felt her body get heavy. She was so tired, tired from the fighting, tired from the grief, the fear. A sense of resignation fell over her, causing her limbs to flail like a rag doll's as he tossed her to the ground. Her hands managed to brace the impact, splayed against the floor as she lowered herself down, resting her forehead against the tiles, taking in a few deep breaths. She couldn't stop him, she'd tried everything, she'd tried to fight, tried to appeal to the best friend inside, tried to remind him of the love he picked over her. She'd ripped herself open, torn her heart out in hopes of saving him, but it hadn't worked. Feeling him pin her, Fin gulped down another sob, turning her head away from the thing that looked like the man she had loved. She let him have her, unable to fight him off anymore, not that it had done her any good before. It this had been anyone else, she would have still been fighting, even now, but this was a vampire, stronger than anything she'd known, taken her hits like he was a brick wall. Her arms fell beside her body as he moved her, her face contorting in a despairing look as he continued to kiss her. Then he rolled his hips up, that would have been bad enough, but Fin felt his fangs tear into her neck and she screamed. It wasn't a scream of pain, or desperation, or distress, it was a scream of all of them mixed together, the tears pouring down into her hair as her body burned with a pain she had never felt before. In one last attempt to make him stop, Fin struggled again, her hands focusing on trying to hit his chest and stomach, whilst pushing him away, her legs trying to kick him, push his lower half away from her. His groan still haunted her memory, he really was enjoying this, he liked what he was doing.

[Scotty Kovac]

At last Fin had stopped fighting, her spirit broken. Later on it would probably hit Scotty like a ten tonne truck what he’d done but for now instinct ruled over morals. It was made very clear as the changeling moaned into Fin’s neck again from the animalistic pleasure only sex could bring. What was good was only made better by the added taste of her sweet blood dribbling down Scotty’s throat and chin. Although his stomach was still full from the hospital worker he still sucked fervently at the crook of the girl’s neck as his hips moved in urgent rhythm.

He was not gentle or caring of Fin’s body, just as he was the same with her emotions. All that mattered was using this girl for personal pleasure. His vampiric body eager to rid itself of its last remaining human body remnants, the act did not last long. It was only after a few minutes Scotty’s head left Fin’s shoulder and contorted in ecstasy. His breath hitched as he rode the high of the orgasm, blood stained fangs bared from the pleasure of it. ”Thanks Fin,” he whispered breathlessly in her ear. With little care the boy pulled out from her, pushed himself up from on top of her and moved to leave the morgue.

Covered in blood and sweat and wearing nothing but a bloodstained gown the changeling left the morgue, the body of the man and the used girl. The further he walked into the dark corridors of the hospital the predatory instincts receded more and more. Fifteen minutes of aimless wandering the old Scotty had resurfaced. His face was dazed with the shock and horror of what he’d witnessed his own body do. He had killed an innocent man in cold blood and raped his best friend. It had been like he’d stepped out of his body as he’d watched himself doing such terrible things and now he was back in control the full realisations of what he’d done and what he now was were dawning on him.

Somehow he’d woken up a vampire but who had changed him? Scotty wracked his emotion addled brain, desperately trying to remember three nights ago. Vivian’s voice; that had been the last thing he’d heard and he’d thought it had been an illusion at the time. She must have done this to him, made him like her to save him. That was the last straw; unable to take anymore Scotty broke down and staggered to the nearest broom cupboard.

The girl he thought he’d lost forever had simultaneously saved him and turned him into a monster. Tears running down his face Scotty looked at his bloodstained hands through teary eyes. The thought of the morgue made him feel sick but numb at the same time. Oh God how he needed Viv but instead he was alone in a cupboard in the middle of the night in St. Mungos hospital.

[Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2yotog1.png,true][atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/9prvw0.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Silently sobbing, again Fin gave up her defence, there really was no use, nothing she could do made any difference. She had tried closing her eyes and thinking of something, anything else, a happy place, a happy time, something to take the pain away, but it hadn't worked, it had only manage to distort those happy memories. Peeling her eyes open, her sight settled on the missing coroner, his face contorted in some frightened death mask, his eyes staring blankly at her, at him, the killer and his newest victim. Fin let in a shuddered sobbed breath as an image flashed through her head, the last time she had seen eyes like that. August. Her heart twisted and ached at the thought of him. What she wouldn't give to have him here, have him save her. He would have helped, been there afterwards for her to cry to. She already missed him so much. Maybe it was her going into shock, or maybe it was the venom of his bite, but the pain was disappearing. She could still feel it, it still hurt, but it was fading away minute by dragging minute. Feeling him pull away from her neck, Fin dragged her attention back to him. His face twisted in his pleasured state, Fin considered the grotesque beauty of what he was. She hated him, she despised him, she never wanted to lay eyes on him again and, if she knew how, she would have every memory removed from her mind. She knew this macabre scene was burned into her mind now though, to the point where no amount of drink or drugs would remove it. The new Scott had managed to make her wish she had never met the old Scotty, willing to forgo all her precious moments with her best friend just to forget this one. His hips moved faster and more viciously against her as he rode out his orgasm. causing Fin to cry out. He was strong, and every thrust made her feel like he was going to tear her legs off. Then it was over. He taunted her by thanking her, before his weight lifted from her body. She couldn't look at him, only able to stare at the wall as he left. However, a few moments after Scott had left the morgue, Fin found the strength to lift her arms onto her stomach so she could push the gown down. A hiss echoed around the abandoned morgue, her skin, her core, her muscles, everything hurt. And her neck... Fin tried to roll onto her side, just wanting to curl up in a ball, but the moment her legs moved closer together, the pain shot through her, sending her sprawling back against the ground. Her hands lifted to her face, blood caked from his clothes and skin, covering her features from the world. She twitched, her entire body convulsing as her emotions broke through and she cried. Laid out of the floor, relief, pain, hurt, betrayal, shock all rushed through her and she sobbed hysterically for what seemed like hours.