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The Lovecraft Affair |
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"That, gentlemen," came the voice of Lovecraft, "is just the
beginning."
And it was. The initial rush of energy was as nothing compared to
what hit them next. As if it were a conduit, a tidal wave of
sensation surged from where their hands connected and their blood
commingled. It felt like a golden current of electricity, like a
warm draught of brandy on a cold and stormy night and it licked
through their bodies like wildfire.
Napoleon was barely able to stay standing and he could see Illya
swaying at his side. The energy grew in intensity until it seemed as
if he could see the power of it racing right under their skin, making
their bodies glow. Napoleon closed his eyes, overwhelmed by its
potency. The energy, the power, the connection to his partner, it
was exhilarating; it felt as if his body might shake apart in
ecstasy.
Illya interrupted his sensual overload by gasping, "Napoleon!"
Napoleon looked at Illya and saw an unexpected grimace of pain on his
partner's face. Somehow he'd assumed that Illya would be sharing a
similar experience. But it was clear he was not; he was in agony.
Illya fell to his knees, a cry of anguish accompanying his fall.
Napoleon kept a tight grip on Illya's hand, knowing instinctively
that it would be deadly to lose their connection right now.
Thoroughly alarmed, Napoleon searched within to his helper. "What's
wrong with him? What's happening?"
"The bonds are competing with each other. He's being torn apart."
Fear for Illya overran him. "What can I do?" He knelt on the floor,
reaching for his partner, pulling him into his arms. As their bodies
came into closer contact, the power crackling through Napoleon grew
in force. He felt it leaping from his body into Illya's.
"Exactly what you're doing. Your love must be stronger than their
hate."
Without conscious thought, Napoleon drew on his inner guest's
knowledge of protecting against evil. He closed his eyes and
imagined the love he felt for Illya as a protective shield. He began
to shape the energy coursing through his body and sent it out to
surround his partner, using it to bolster Illya's flagging energy, to
repel any negative forces that were attacking him.
Napoleon felt Illya's body slowly stop trembling, until he finally
sagged in his arms. He looked anxiously at his partner's face,
fearing to find the whitened eyes, or worse.
He lay Illya down, still keeping their palms together, fingers
tightly laced. Napoleon lifted an eyelid and the relief at seeing
Illya's blue eyes, despite his unconscious state, made him
lightheaded. "Is he all right?"
"Yes. You have won for the moment."
Lovecraft's words were hardly reassuring. Napoleon felt it had been
just a matter of luck that whatever he had done had been
successful. "For the moment?"
"Yes, but now they know that you are more than you appear. They will
begin to fight in earnest once it grows dark. You must use this day
wisely in preparation."
Napoleon slid his arm under Illya's shoulders and pulled him up into
his arms, cradling his head against his chest. He could still feel
the energy lapping through his body but it was simmering now, instead
of boiling. "What do I have to do?"
"Take him out into the sun."
Napoleon nodded, and as he stood up with Illya in his arms, Ariadne
entered the room, her eyes brimming with hate and need. Napoleon
ignored her and began to carry his burden to the door.
She hissed at him, "You have no idea what you're up against, you
fool."
He had no intention of arguing. She was right; he didn't. But he
knew what he had to do, and that was save Illya, no matter what the
cost. He swept by her and carried Illya out into the sunlight.
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