Consanguinity April 2002 (posted June 2002) Jarvinia This story is the fourth, well, fifth in a series and draws mostly from the events in the stories 'Pawns of Kings' and 'Blood of One's Desire.' Warning: This fic has parts that are adult in nature. It is a UT story (Nick/Nat/LaCroix) with strong Val and UF themes. Please do not read if you are not of legal age or feel you would be offended. May be archived on my site, the UT fanfic page, and in the fkfanfic2 archive. Anywhere/anyone else must ask. I do not own the characters of Forever Knight and am merely using them for fun. Absolutely no monetary profit is being made and no copyright infringement is intended. I would like to thank David and amethystshells for their very, *very* helpful comments and suggestions. :) I would love to hear any comments, so...please give feedback (jarvinia@gmx.com). And finally, enjoy! ;) ~#~#~#~#~#~ Consanguinity (01/20) Staring through the darkness, Nick watched LaCroix and Natalie from a shaded spot a couple of buildings away. He was as close as he dare get for fear that one or both of them would notice. It had been just over a month since Natalie had been brought across. Her training had begun almost immediately. She was no longer drinking LaCroix' mixture, and had been staying at the Raven for the past two weeks. Nick watched, wondering if things would be different for her than they were for him. So far, everything seemed very much the same. When LaCroix had begun his training, he and Janette had been forbidden to see one another. The same limitation had been applied to him and Natalie. Before, he had sworn to LaCroix that he'd die unless he could be with Janette. His master had not given in...neither had he died from the experience. Now, after the years of waiting to be closer to Natalie, he knew that after their short time together he could wait a little longer, but only a little. Then, there was Natalie. She wasn't fully aware of the reasons behind their separation, but he was. LaCroix required it so that his children could focus more on their lessons. Despite his disapproval of his father's methods, he knew they worked from first hand experience. Continuing his observation, he held his position even as he felt LaCroix' anger rise. For the past week, Natalie had been learning to fly...although she hadn't yet managed to make it even a millimeter off the ground. As dawn approached, he watched LaCroix gesture Natalie inside. She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, doing as she was told. LaCroix remained where he stood for a short time, his gaze directed toward the faintly brightening horizon. In another, the elder vampire landed next to him. For several minutes, neither dared say a word. Glancing momentarily down, Nick locked gazes with his father. "Does she know...?" "...that you are watching? No." Nick took in the quick, simple reply. He had already known that answer, but had needed to know the elder vampire's mood. LaCroix was frustrated...it was in the tone of his voice and the vibrations of their bond. Now was probably the best time to ask what he really wanted, and needed, to know. "How is she?" LaCroix set his jaw, looking to the sky. "Natalie is...unsure of herself. She cannot fly, nor will she be able to unless she embraces what she is. She needs fewer distractions. I am moving to the other apartment." The revelation was new, but he nodded in agreement. Being away from the Raven would help. But.... "Don't push her, LaCroix. She won't learn with too much pressure." He glared at the younger vampire. How dare Nicholas tell him what to do in this matter! He knew how to raise his own children. "She will learn. I'll see to it." "And her lessons?" "Her flying lessons will be put on hold. I will focus on other matters for the time being." Nick wasn't sure what to think about that. "And me?" "You will stay away, Nicholas. My purpose for moving is to lessen distractions, and you, as you well know, are the biggest one of all. Even your silent observation must cease." Again, he knew that his father's words were the truth. He would obey them, but he couldn't help but worry for Natalie. "If you harm her, LaCroix...." Watching Nicholas take off, LaCroix stiffened. He knew that his son would carry though on that threat. Yet, their definitions of 'harm' were quite different. Accordingly, he would have to be careful. He closed his eyes, wondering what was to come. For a short time Nicholas had been so close to him...but he was once again drifting away. He had known it wouldn't last; it never did. Perhaps he should handle Natalie's training differently. Her problems were with flying, and Nicholas was certainly well versed in those lessons. But...no, it was too much of a chance. His daughter needed to have as few distractions as possible. Nicholas would be just that. She might be able to learn to fly sooner, but it would hold back her other lessons, ones he had no doubt she would have no trouble with if he continued as planned. As the horizon brightened further, LaCroix took to the air, heading back to the Raven and the safety of his apartment. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. "Where were you?" LaCroix turned to his daughter, wishing she would accept his silence as an answer. "Nowhere. I was just checking on something. Nothing to concern you." Natalie moved toward him, stopping just in front of him. "Something's on your mind." "Yes, and your proddings will get no answers," he hissed, causing her to take a step back. "We are moving. Today you will pack your belongings. When you return from work tomorrow morning, you will not come here." She was stunned at his change in subject. "Why so sudden?" "Because you need fewer distractions. My apartment is much quieter than the Raven, and it is also much more secluded. Now, I suggest you start working on packing your things." Remaining in her position, Natalie nearly fumed. She'd only been there two weeks and LaCroix had already decided they would move. He had already made her pack up a good portion of her apartment. Now, most of her clothes were at the Raven, along with several more of her things. Everything else was in storage, and when her lease ran out in two months, her apartment would no longer be hers. Grace had taken Sidney as LaCroix wouldn't permit him to come with her. To LaCroix, Sidney was yet another distraction. Heading to her room--formerly Janette's room--she slumped onto her bed. She missed Nick so much that it almost physically hurt. Why couldn't LaCroix at least let him come over? True, they could speak at work, but LaCroix wouldn't allow them to do anything more than that. Several days before, Nick had kissed her on one of his visits to the morgue. The kiss was far from platonic, and apparently LaCroix had seen. Minutes later, he had made it clear that they couldn't do that again. Focusing her attention on the closet, Natalie sighed. She didn't want to do this right now, but if she didn't, she was fully aware that LaCroix would make her--even if she had to stay up all day to pack everything away. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. It was about noon, and Natalie had finally managed to prepare her things for being moved. She wanted to sleep, but wasn't sure if LaCroix wanted her to help out with anything else. Stepping into the hall, she nearly headed to LaCroix' room. Hearing a faint noise from the opposite direction, she turned and walked into the other room. Within, she found LaCroix taking things off of a shelf. Most of the items were books and other assorted trinkets. He picked up a fairly small metal box, but he didn't immediately pack it away. "LaCroix?" He turned toward her with his usual icy stare. "Are you finished?" "Yes." She took a step closer, trying to get a closer look at what LaCroix was holding. "What is-" "Nothing," he answered, quickly placing the box with the other items from the shelves. Reaching his position, she outstretched her arm, planning on getting a better look at the object. Instead, Natalie found herself being pulled away from the box, a strong grip holding her arm. Looking up into his face, she watched his anger melt away. LaCroix stared down on her, his thoughts completely straying from the item she had so desperately wanted to see. Loosening his grip just slightly, he brought his other hand up and rested it against her neck. She was so beautiful as she stood before him. Nicholas' gaze had drawn him in oh so many years ago, as had his mortal sister, Fleur's, as well. Natalie's eyes did the exact same thing. Slowly, he moved closer to her, his eyes closing just before his lips meet hers. The kiss was simple--no more than a brush of flesh against flesh--but it was enough. He released her, watching as she stood still before him, her eyes closed. The sight before him became too much, and he quickly retreated. The cool air of the room whipped around her. "LaCroix?" she called, looking at the space before her. He was gone. She turned, heading almost immediately to the kitchen. Inside, she found him pouring a glass of blood. "LaCroix?" Upon hearing her voice, its source so near to him, he paused in his actions. Before she could comment on what happened, he suggested, "You should get some rest." The simple, hard statement made it clear that anything she said would be ignored. She gave a slight nod, and then left the kitchen, silently going back to her room. Hearing his daughter's door close, LaCroix exhaled deeply. The action relaxed him, but only physically. He turned his attention to the glass before him, taking a sip of the liquid. It did not taste as he wished. For some reason, he was craving Natalie's blood, and it wasn't entirely clear to him. Over the past several months they had become closer; that could not be denied. At first, he had believed it to be something that would pass with time, but now he knew it would not. Ever since he had taken Nicholas on that vacation and he and Natalie had very affectively seduced his son, he had wanted more. When they'd returned to Toronto so abruptly, he had nearly asked that she remain, but knew Nicholas would never have permitted it. And now? Now he would need to keep his thoughts to himself until things settled more. He had never intended to kiss her--it had just happened. Although his action wasn't forceful, he knew Nicholas could easily twist it into such. He would not mention this to his son, and hoped that Natalie would keep the event to herself as well. LaCroix took another drink out of his glass, placing the bottle back in the refrigerator after a moment. Closing his eyes, he reached out to Natalie, smiling when he realized her thoughts had already strayed from their encounter. Then, he focused on Nicholas. His son was...well, Nicholas. He could feel the younger man's mood course through him. Nicholas was worried for Natalie, his thoughts fearing what would happen to her. He could also pick out a few details; Nicholas needing to speak with his partner on one of their more recent cases, and a nagging sensation that was upsetting him. LaCroix brushed the last part off, aware that it was most likely just Nicholas' infernal guilt surfacing. His son had become much closer to him, and he could still remember the closeness they had recently shared. Nicholas was probably just letting his morals twist what had happened. It was nothing for him to concern himself with. Finishing off his glass, he again turned his attention to Natalie. She was sleeping, and carefully he headed toward her room. He pushed the door open just enough to catch sight of her form. She was so beautiful as she slept...her body relaxed and still as all their kind was in sleep. Carefully closing the door, he continued to his own room, planning on packing more of his things so they could be easily moved the next night. Consanguinity (02/20) From his desk, Nick watched as Natalie walked by one of the other detective's desks, dropping something off. As she turned, he approached her. Seconds later he stood in her path, not allowing her to continue. "Nick, I need to get back to the morgue." "I know, I know. I just wanted to see how everything was going." When she didn't answer, he moved a little closer, whispering, "With your training." "Fine. Having a little trouble, but nothing too bad." Nick stood silently at her explanation. To him, not being able to fly was more than a little trouble, and their abilities of flight and speed were linked. If Natalie didn't have those abilities, she would be virtually defenseless against older members of their kind. "I'm sure it won't be a problem forever," he spoke, the words directed more to himself than her. "LaCroix is moving to the other apartment. I'd tell you where it is, but I believe you already know. And besides-" "He doesn't want me there. I already know that." For more than a minute they each remained silent, the tension beginning to rise. Then, Natalie fumbled for her voice, mentioning, "I wish you could come by, Nick. I really miss being able to spend time with you." With that, Nick watched her leave, thinking about what he really wanted to do right that moment, and it was most certainly not work. "Nick?" He turned, coming face to face with his partner. "What was that about?" "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Tracy kept quiet for a moment. Then, as his expression made it clear that he wasn't going to say anything more, she looked away. Nick quickly walked passed her, and she followed him as he sat at his desk. She went back to her own desk, watching him. He was her partner, true, but he was still a big puzzle to her. She only knew a few dozen facts about him, most of those being about what he was, not who he was. As he looked over at her, she turned her attention to the papers on her desk. Once again, he was blocking her out. Sooner or later, she knew, he would have to let others in. Nick watched his partner for a couple of minutes, not really focusing on his surroundings. Through his bond with LaCroix, he could feel his father's frustration. The elder vampire was looking for something. Just as he'd discovered that small piece of information, LaCroix put up a barrier between them, effectively halting his thoughts. A touch of anger glinted in his eyes at LaCroix' action. If his father wanted him closer, he was going about it the wrong way. Pushing the thoughts away, he stared down at his desk. He needed to work. If LaCroix didn't want him prodding in his thoughts, he could deal with that. But if the elder vampire asked for his help, he would think twice about giving it, especially if it dealt with whatever LaCroix was concerned about. Shuffling a stack of papers, he got back to his work. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Arriving at the address LaCroix had given her at the beginning of the night, Natalie knocked lightly on the door. Within an instant LaCroix had opened it for her before stalking off. Following him, she looked around at the apartment. It was a lot like the one at the Raven, but the space seemed a bit larger. Glancing at the furniture, she noticed most of it was different than what was at the Raven...although it was fairly similar. Only a few things remained the same--some of the items on the table, and a shelf in the corner. LaCroix turned, barreling past her, and then down the hall. Walking after him, she stopped just inside the door to his room. He was scanning the room for something, but what, she didn't know. She let her own eyes wander about the room, her eyes catching on the old sword on the wall, but most of the remainder of the room was fairly modern. "LaCroix? What are you looking for?" With that, he turned to her, meeting her gaze for a few seconds before pushing past her and down the hall once more. Catching up to him, Natalie stopped a few feet before the shelf and its contents that LaCroix had been packing away the previous day. "LaCroix?" "It's gone," he stated, as if that explained everything. "What is? LaCroix, please-" He spun on her. "That box you were so interested in, that's what's gone!" She backed up a step at the onslaught. "I don't know where it is, LaCroix, and I think you know that." Holding her position, she asked, "What was in it that was so important?" LaCroix let his anger melt away. He turned to the shelf, an empty space staring back at him. Letting his hand run along the edge of the shelf, he softly replied, "Divia's ashes." Natalie didn't comment with the revelation, not sure what she should say. "I couldn't scatter them. I knew it was a mistake right from the beginning, but I couldn't." "I'm sure you'll find the box later. I mean, it has to be here somewhere, right?" He met her eyes, trying to decide how to answer. "Perhaps. If it's not here, I'm not sure what that means." Natalie looked down as he brushed by her. She didn't want to think about what it meant if the box wasn't here. If Divia had been able to come back from the dead once, what was to stop her from doing so again? Consanguinity (03/20) Three nights later: Reese watched as Nick and Tracy arrived at the crime scene and then proceeded to his position. Glancing momentarily back at Natalie, who was understandably a little tense with this case, he waited a few seconds before speaking. "This is a bad one, you two." His attention then turned fully on Nick. "It looks like your Community is involved." The detective met his superior's gaze before starting in Natalie's direction. The blood-scent was stronger than he expected, the aroma nearly forcing the vampire out into the open. As Natalie turned to face him, he noted that she wasn't quite as composed as usual, but she was handling it well. "Daniel Baker, 37. I won't be able to know for sure until later, but I'd say he died from blood loss. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I am one hundred percent certain the killer is a vampire. There are multiple bite marks and the victim was almost decapitated through brute force, not to mention his many other wounds. If it wasn't for the location of the bites, I'd say a wild animal." Watching Nick move toward the body, she mentioned, "It's bad, Nick. The blood's fresh, and there's a lot of it." He didn't heed her warning. As Tracy moved to follow him, she didn't comment. At the first sight of the victim, Tracy stopped cold. Natalie's description was somewhat accurate, but not quite enough to prepare her for this scene. Another image quickly flashed through her thoughts-- the body that had been found in the Raven's beer fridge two years before. This victim's lacerations immediately brought that case to mind, except this time, the victim had been obviously drained. Turning her attention to her partner, Tracy watched the color drain from his face. "Nick?" "I'm fine...just wasn't quite ready for this." After a moment, he knelt down to get a better look at the wounds. There were multiple bite marks on the man's neck, the skin around most of them being rough and torn as if the attacker had been in a frenzy. "So, Nick," Natalie began, stopping just behind him, "What do you think?" "I have to agree." Nick continued to stare down at the victim, not turning away until he heard Reese approach him. "Looks like a vampire's work," he said standing up. Reese didn't like that statement, but knew it was probably right. "Now, the only question is what to do about it. Your Community will deal with the perpetrator, which means we'll have to talk to LaCroix." He nodded in agreement. He wished he could talk to LaCroix in private, but he knew Reese needed to speak with him in person. "I could call him and have him meet us back at the precinct?" "Yeah, that would probably be the best." Glancing around at the scene, Reese continued. "Get finished here. When you meet LaCroix, just go ahead and come into the office, don't worry about knocking." Nick remained silent as the other left. The last bit was a stab at LaCroix as the elder vampire had a habit of barging into Reese's office. Nick pulled out his cell phone, and then after a moment, he replaced it. He'd call LaCroix when they were done here. No sense in having LaCroix get to the precinct with too much time to spare. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. As he and his partner walked into the station, Nick's step faltered upon seeing LaCroix sitting calmly and casually at his desk. Approaching, he waited until Tracy had gone to her desk, and then asked, "Ready?" LaCroix stood, replying, "Of course. This matter isn't something I look forward to, but it shouldn't take long." His son met his gaze before starting for the office. Lightly catching Nicholas' arm, he mentioned, "I have a gift for you in your bottom left drawer." Seeing confusion from the younger, he let his lips twist into a smile. "It's a bottle of my blood. I figured it might be of use to you." As LaCroix headed for the office, Nick had to take a couple of moments to recover. His father's delivery of this 'gift' was unexpected, but it would, as LaCroix had guessed, not be wasted. With Natalie affectively separated from him, he needed something to fill in the gap, and LaCroix' blood would be much more effective than the bottles of human blood in his fridge. Turning his attention to LaCroix, who was waiting just outside Reese's office, Nick joined the other vampire, pushing the door open. Reese kept a close eye on LaCroix as he closed the door and moved behind his desk. Once seated, he asked, "Nick explained the situation?" Receiving a nod, he continued, "What is your policy on this?" "The offender will be punished, most likely destroyed." Reese tried to remain calm at the statement. If that was their decision, he had no right to interfere. "And this will be under your supervision?" "Of course." The cold words caused the hairs on the back of Reese's neck to stand up. He didn't envy the killer in the slightest. LaCroix would very possibly do the deed himself. "And our involvement?" "Minimal. We will deal with the situation once we have found your killer." LaCroix paused, watching a tinge of annoyance course through the mortal at his response. "Is that all?" he asked, at which he saw the previous emotion intensify slightly. "You will notify us when it has been taken care of. We will want to know their names and punishment." The conditions were what he had expected. "Does that mean I may leave?" Reese again found himself wanting to inflict damage to the vampire, but he knew he'd never get away with it. At least things would be taken care of. "Yes, you may go." Receiving a quick nod from LaCroix, Nick returned the gesture and the other vampire left. Preparing to do the same, Nick stopped when the Captain called his name. "How is Natalie dealing with the case? I know this must be hard for her, considering everything." Nick looked away. Reese knew Natalie was a vampire. Since he'd been told about it, nothing had been mentioned or discussed. Realizing he couldn't really answer the question, Nick fidgeted. "I don't really know, Captain. We haven't spoken much over the past couple of weeks." Holding his detective's gaze for several seconds, Reese eventually dismissed him. As the door closed, he set his jaw, hoping everything was working out. Three weeks before, the two had seemed so happy together that nothing would be able to change it. Although he had noticed that Natalie hadn't been dropping by the precinct as often, he'd assumed she and Nick had been spending time together, but apparently he was wrong. Shuffling some papers, he let his silent hope continue, wondering what, if anything, had caused the change. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick poured himself a glass from the bottle LaCroix had given him. Heading to the couch, he sat the bottle on the table. He took a sip of the liquid as he leaned back, a smile coming to his lips as LaCroix' presence filled him. It was a sensation he'd felt on few occasions in the last century. Until recently, he had nearly forgotten just what LaCroix' blood could do to him. With another sip, he closed his eyes as the blood ignited his memories. The recalled events made his smile deepen further. Nick slowly finished the glass, and then sat wondering if he should have another. A couple of minutes later, he took the bottle, recorked it and put it in the refrigerator. Leaning against the cool smooth surface, his smile softened. He would save the blood so as not to use it up all at once. To himself, Nick wished that things were the way they had once been. True, he and LaCroix had certainly had their disagreements, but until he'd questioned his nature, it had never really been a barrier between them. He missed their conversations and interactions. Since LaCroix was training Natalie, it cut him off from both of them, something he didn't want at the moment. Hopefully, soon, that would change. Consanguinity (04/20) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brabant 1208 He stood in a small clearing, trees towering above him. The moon was bright, providing him with more than enough light to see by. Taking in his surroundings, he could see nothing but the woods around him. He walked through the trees, his weapon at the ready and his senses focusing on the darkness around him. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap, his aim immediately being directed toward the sound. Listening, he could not tell exactly where it had come from, but he waited, fully aware that if it were a man or animal, it would eventually move. Upon hearing yet another branch snap, he held his weapon steady and ready to unleash its arrow. "Who is there?" he demanded of the silent trees. "Who is there?" he repeated. "If you are a man, speak up!" Again, only silence answered, and yet, he knew something was there beyond the brush. "Speak up! I feel your presence, I know you are there." He paused, a tinge of fear quickening his pulse ever so slightly. "I will ask once more. If you refuse to acknowledge yourself, I will take aim, be warned! I ask, who is there?" For several seconds, again there was nothing. Then, he heard a slight noise, but it wasn't something he could immediately describe. Through the trees he could see a slight movement. True to his words, his fingers easily slipped off of the bow's string, the arrow slicing effortlessly through the blackness and toward its target. A second later he heard a scream, its origin almost certainly that of a man. A hint of guilt flashed in his mind at knowing the victim had been a man and not a beast, and he quickly approached the sound, another arrow at the ready. Before him knelt a man, his pale skin and short light hair standing out against the dark surroundings. He stopped just out of the stranger's reach, once again aiming his weapon, not sure if this man was friend or foe. The next events were a quick blur, almost as if things were passing him by in fast forward. The man's face and eyes flashed before him several times before slowing and forming a single image. The eyes that stared back at him were gold, and he could just barely make out the appearance of fangs. "What are you?" he demanded, his curiosity outweighing his fear. "Something...very...very different from you...Nicholas," came a hiss, the man's golden gaze burning into his mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nick sat up bolt upright in his bed, the image of LaCroix still searing in his vision. The silkiness of the other's words rang in his ears, the pronunciation of the last letter still fading from his senses. He nearly touched his face, but stopped--he could feel the layer of blood-sweat on his forehead and didn't need to confirm its presence with a touch. Heavily, he fell back into his bed, closing his eyes. It was just a nightmare, nothing more. Even such, the events had seemed so real. He frantically searched his memories, trying to come back with something...anything that might explain this. But, he found nothing. Resting, he tried to fall back asleep. As time passed, first a minute and then fifteen, he knew the attempt would be useless. Soon after feeling the sun set, the phone rang. He let it go for three rings before reluctantly picking it up. "Nick?" Recognizing Reese's voice, he answered, "Yeah, I'm here." "I need you to come in early...meet your partner at a crime scene. She's heading a few blocks from your place. It's another one like last night." Nick just lay there, taking the information in. This wasn't good, that's for sure. "Nick?" "Tell her I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll get the exact location from dispatch." Before Reese could say anything more, he hung up, letting the phone drop to the bed. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. The sun was barely down and his night was already off to a bad start. He stood, knowing he would need to take a quick shower before meeting his partner, the images from his nightmare still staring back at him despite everything. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Landing just on the outskirt of the crime scene, Nick watched as a startled officer glanced at him. After a moment, the officer returned to his task, albeit a bit more nervous than before. He'd flown to the location, knowing that it would be faster. Even though those present knew what he was and what his abilities were, he hadn't used many of them in their company. Walking toward Natalie, he wondered for a moment how she had gotten there as quick as she did, and then he felt LaCroix in the background. Glancing up, he found his father on the roof of one of the buildings, carefully observing them. Stopping just behind her, he was about to say something when she turned to him. Seeing her grim features, he stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. "Gloria Talbert, 28. Same as last night; blood loss, bite marks, and ripped to shreds." Nick froze at the description, not quite prepared for its harshness. He moved past her, taking a look at the victim for himself. Again, the multiple wounds on the woman's neck stood out among the many cuts adorning her body. Standing, he found Tracy behind him. "Is it the same?" "Yeah," both Nick and Natalie replied in tandem, glancing at one another. Before Tracy could ask anything more, her phone rang, which she quickly answered, "Vetter." "Your partner there?" At Reese's question, she glanced at Nick before answering. "Yeah, he's here, arrived before me, I think." "Well, when you're done there, contact dispatch. I've got something else for you." She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that. "Another case?" "No, not really. I just want you two, Nick especially, to check something out." "No problem. We'll get things wrapped up here." Hanging up, she focused on her partner. "Reese-" "I heard. Let's get finished here so we can get that dealt with. I'm really not looking forward to tonight." Tracy nodded after a moment, her thoughts preoccupied by her partner's first two words. It was something she never really thought much about, but made sense. Nick's senses were amplified; so of course he could hear the phone call...he probably heard just about every call she'd made at work. She shook it off, turning her attention back to the scene. Nick was heading toward one of the officers. She figured she would see if Natalie had anything else, but she doubted it. Consanguinity (05/20) Getting out of her car, Tracy waited a moment as Nick slid out of the passenger side. Natalie was still at the crime scene wrapping up things, and since Nick hadn't driven, he had rode with her. Spotting Reese and a couple of officers, they headed toward them. The river was nearby, and Tracy found a strange sense of déjà vu overcoming her. She'd been here before, she was sure of it. "What's this about, Captain?" Nick asked as they arrived. "Not much. Come on, I'll show you." Reese led them a short distance away to what appeared to be a loose pile of dirt and nearby hole. "Looks like someone dug themselves out. Can your kind do that?" Nick moved closer, focusing on the dirt. It was haphazardly tossed about, and several prints could be seen at various locations. It did look like someone had dug out of the ground. Whether that someone had help or not couldn't be immediately seen. Turning his attention to Tracy, he caught a blank expression on her features. Staring across the river, Tracy knew exactly where she was. This was where Vachon had buried Screed. "Tracy? Are you okay?" "I'm not sure...." She put her hand to her head, trying to make sense of everything. "Something's wrong, but I'm not sure what." "Vachon," Nick stated in a whisper, barely audible to Reese and his partner. At that, memories flooded back to her, but it was all a big mess. Vachon had left Toronto two years ago after nearly being killed. Yet, she could also remember him dying and burying him right where they now stood. It didn't make any sense. Watching his partner's form waver slightly, Nick stepped forward, taking her arms in his hands. "Tracy?" "Nick, what's happening? I'm remembering something that I think happened, but...I have other memories too...." "What are you remembering? Is it about Vachon?" "Yes, but...I thought he'd left, and yet...." Nick stiffened, knowing this would be hard on her. "He died, Tracy. You buried him here." Some of her memories became more coherent, and the others started to fade away. Reese shifted his weight, wondering where this was leading. "What's going on, Nick? Who's this Vachon?" Nick glanced to his superior, and then back at Tracy. She was still trying to get everything straight, but it was coming along slowly. "Vachon was Tracy's snitch." "And?" Nick hesitated a moment before asking the Captain, "Remember the case at the Raven? The one with the decapitated corpse?" "How could I forget about that one?" he winced. "The murderer was one of my kind. The vampire killed several of the Community, and Vachon's death was a result of what that vampire did," he explained, trying to be as vague as possible. "Except that I killed Vachon," Tracy stated. Nick looked to his partner, catching her calm, slightly stunned expression. "If you hadn't, another would have. There was nothing you could do." Reese listened to the exchange, curious as to just what had happened with that case. He supposed he could find out later, but for now, he only wanted to know one thing. "And the vampire?" Flashing on the image of Divia calling out to LaCroix after he had staked her, Nick stated, "Dead. Staked and burned." The short, even answer was enough for Reese. He was curious who this vampire was, but again, that could wait until a later time. "So...do you think our murderer could be this Vachon? That he's alive?" Nick turned toward the pile of dirt, his memories turning back to when he'd gone to see Vachon, only to find Tracy there. Vachon had been dead then, he knew that, but.... "When he was buried, did you leave the stake in?" The question caught her off-guard, and Tracy fumbled for words. "Tracy, I need to know." She racked her brain, trying to find the answer. All that came back to her were a jumble of images. "I don't think so...I think I took it out." Setting his jaw, Nick turned toward the Captain. "Yes, it's a possibility. If Vachon wasn't quite dead, he could have survived. The grave isn't that deep. Waking up surrounded by dirt isn't the most pleasant of experiences, and neither is getting out, but it's certainly doable--especially if the vampire is hungry enough." Tracy felt her stomach churn at the description. Nick was probably speaking from experience, but then, she doubted that he had ever spent two years buried. Vachon had, and she was the one that had buried him, and alive at that. Again, he watched his partner sway. Steadying her, he tried to get Tracy to look at him before turning his attention to Reese. "Captain, I think it might be a good idea if Tracy heads home." Watching the two, Reese reluctantly nodded his head. He needed them both, but...like this, she wouldn't be much good. Then, realizing that even with them both there they were really just waiting for a notice from LaCroix stating that the killer had been dealt with or to find another victim, he spoke, "Might as well take the rest of the night off as well, Knight, and make sure your partner's okay. I have a feeling there isn't going to be anything new on this case tonight. If there is, I'll let you know." Nick nodded, and he led Tracy toward her car. She gave him the keys without a second thought and climbed into the passenger's side. Starting the car, Nick looked over at his partner. Her hand was on her forehead as if she had a headache, which he suspected was true. LaCroix had taken away some of her memories. Now that they were returning, those memories would be battling with the planted ones. Without a comment he drove to her apartment. The ride was silent, the only movement being Nick as he glanced occasionally over at Tracy. Pulling up to her apartment building, Nick turned off the car, waiting for her to react. When she remained still, he asked, "Tracy, are you okay?" She looked over at him, suddenly realizing they had stopped. "Yeah...I'm okay. Sorry, I was just thinking about something." With that, Tracy pushed the door open, wincing as she slammed the door shut. Getting out, Nick watched his partner, her form once again swaying. He caught her, suggesting, "I could come up, if you'd like?" "No. I'll be fine. I just need to think things through, I think." "You sure?" "Yeah." She shrugged out of the light grasp, silently taking her keys from him. Meeting her partner's gaze for a moment, she walked calmly toward her building. Reaching the door, she glanced back, finding Nick gone. Heading up to her apartment, Tracy unlocked her door, stepped inside and relocked it all without a thought. Turning, she found nothing amiss besides a strange sensation. She carelessly slipped her shoes off, dropping her things on the couch. Feeling confined in her clothes, she figured she'd change into something looser, and headed to her room. Approaching the door, she caught a few smudges in the carpet, her eyes immediately following their path. In one direction they led into the bathroom, and in the other to her bedroom. From where she was standing, she could clearly see that the bathroom was empty. Taking a few steps closer, she peered inside her room, finding it vacant as well. Even though it was clear no one was there, she felt her muscles slowly tense. Her eyes focused on the soiled carpet, her thoughts recalling the dirt at the crime scene. Vachon had been in her apartment. She knew it. He had been there on several occasions before his death, and it explained the feeling she got as she entered. The realization didn't relax her. From the flashes of memories she'd been having, she knew that before Vachon had 'died', he had barely been in control. His thoughts had been scrambled. Vachon had nearly killed her in one moment and then been relatively passive in the next. If that was any indication of the state he was in now, he was dangerous. Vachon could easily come back anytime that night or the next, and although she had trusted the vampire before, she knew she should be careful. After all, he was their prime suspect in these killings. After a moment of consideration, she walked over to her phone and picked up the receiver. She held it for a moment, quickly punched in Nick's number and waited. As soon as she heard it pick up, she asked, "Nick? I...have a request." Several seconds passed before he answered, "And?" Tracy fidgeted slightly. She was glad they weren't talking face to face...that would have been hard. "I was wondering if you would mind coming over here. I have something to show you, and...well, to tell you the truth, I'm a bit scared. I mean, if Vachon is alive and he's killed these people, what is there to stop him from doing the same to me?" "I'll be right over." She was about to make another comment, but Nick hung up. For a moment, she stood there, the phone still on, hoping she wasn't going over the line with him. True, they were partners and somewhat friends, but she worried that this was too much. After all, she still knew almost nothing about him. She knew more about Vachon than she did about her partner. At that, Tracy put the phone down, sinking into her couch a few seconds later, planning on staying right where she was until Nick arrived. Consanguinity (06/20) It wasn't long before she heard a knock at her door. Tracy stood, letting her partner in. He entered slowly, clearly a little uncomfortable being there. Not knowing what to say or, more precisely, how to say it, she waited, watching him glance about the apartment. "You said you had something to show me?" She nodded, quickly leading the way toward her bedroom. Nick stopped upon seeing the dirt, and she commented, "I...I think Vachon's been here." He moved forward, going into her room. Watching him stop by the window, his hands running along the ledge, she told him, "It was open when I came back." Nick stood and considered his options as he looked out the window. He could either leave, or stay. Before, he'd merely known that Divia had attacked Vachon, and that it had led to Urs coming to him and eventually to Vachon's death. If the present murders had been done by Vachon, he knew that Tracy was in danger, and she knew it too. "I should probably stay here until morning," he stated, and then added, "I'll stay the day if you'd like." "If you don't mind," she replied, his suggestion something she had wanted to ask, but wasn't sure how he would react. Some of her nervousness faded, but she knew it wouldn't go away until everything was settled. "I'll be back in a bit. I want to get a few things from my place if I'm going to be spending the day here." Watching her nod, he told her, "I should be back in ten to fifteen minutes. If you need to contact me, just call my cell phone." Again she nodded, and Nick remained where he was for a moment. The open window tempted him, but he instead turned, heading for the door. Walking down the hall, he heard Tracy lock the door behind him, hoping she closed the window as well. Once outside, he quickly took to the air, not wasting any time on the way to his place. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nine minutes later he landed in almost the exact position he'd taken off from, a small bag being held in one hand. It carried two bottles of blood--one LaCroix' blood and the other human blood, as well as a change of clothes for the next night. Calmly, he walked up to his partner's apartment, lightly knocking on the door. At the action, he felt Tracy's heart rate increase. Then, he was granted entry. Taking his bag with him into the kitchen, he removed the two bottles, trying to ignore Tracy's silent observation as he put them in her refrigerator. "Do you mind if I ask you a few things?" she questioned, her nervousness showing through in her voice. "Go ahead." "In my thoughts...there's something that's out of place.... Several times I've flashed on LaCroix. Was he the one that changed my memories? I know Vachon said that I was a resistor, that I couldn't be made to forget, but...apparently I did, and I don't remember those images from before." Nick closed his bag and walked from the kitchen. He placed his things on the floor behind the couch, and answered, "Yes, LaCroix was the one that took them away." A puzzled expression covered her features. LaCroix didn't strike her as the kind of person that would do something like that, and after a moment, she stated as much to Nick. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a breath. "LaCroix took them away...at my request. I asked him to." "You...?" Receiving a faint nod, Tracy shook her head. Then, as she thought more about it, it made perfect sense. Nick was, from what she'd been able to determine, a protecting kind of person. He'd tried protecting Natalie from what he was, and he'd probably had LaCroix change her memories to protect her from the loss of Vachon. Tracy kept silent for a couple of minutes, and then asked, "What really happened to Vachon? I mean, I know he was attacked, and I'm remembering what happened to him, but.... Who did that to him?" At the words he looked away. This time, he nodded. He would tell her everything this time. She deserved the knowledge. If she had to deal with Vachon's attack, she should know how everything fit together. "Remember the body in the Raven, the one of the Egyptian grave robber?" He caught her nod, and then explained, "Divia was decapitated and placed in the tomb around the turn of the first century. She was one of us, a vampire, but she was in her early teens when she was brought across. From what I know, he broke the seal on the tomb she was in. Somehow she managed to survive all of those years, and she killed him." "And then she came to Toronto. But...why leave the corpse at the Raven?" Nick took in a deep breath. Now came the hard part. "Divia was LaCroix' mortal daughter and the one that brought him across." She let herself drop down into the cushions of the couch, the enormity of Nick's words hitting her. In a way, that made Divia his sister. "But...why did she attack Vachon?" He paused at this question, not really knowing the answer himself. "I'm not sure, perhaps because Vachon and Urs were closer to LaCroix than much of the Community. She tried killing me as well...I'm not really sure why I survived. Perhaps it's because I'm older, or maybe my relation to Divia...I don't really know." She waited a bit before her curiosity won out, "Nick, if this is Vachon, what will happen to him? Last night, Reese told me that this renegade would be destroyed. Will LaCroix kill Vachon?" He nodded sadly. "Without a second thought. If we can get to Vachon first and get him well, we might be able to change his punishment. But if LaCroix finds him...." Tracy let the information seep into her mind, storing it for later. Allowing her eyes to drift across the room, they stopped on the tracks of dirt. "I suppose I should get that cleaned up before it works its way down into the carpet. So much for a night off of not doing anything." When she tried to manage a smile, he mirrored her. "I'll help." As Tracy started to protest, he added, "It'll get done faster if we're both cleaning." She nodded. Soon, they were both working on getting the mess cleaned up, each of their thoughts only half on their tasks. Consanguinity (07/20) Natalie pushed open the door to LaCroix' apartment. It was strange coming back there. As she closed the door, she focused on the elder vampire's form, leaning back in his couch with a glass of blood, his attention completely on her. Quite to his annoyance, LaCroix had flown her both to and from the crime scene earlier that night. He hadn't said anything about the case, but she knew he had to know that it was the same killer as the previous night. She took a few steps toward him, asking, "What are you doing about the case?" He shot her a glare, at which she mentioned, "Reese asked me about it, and I want to know too." "It is being dealt with," he stated, although that wasn't quite true. It was still unknown who the renegade was, but when they were found...they would pay. LaCroix stood, placing his glass on the table. "I have a...surprise for your lesson. I will be back in a few minutes, and you will not leave this room while I'm gone." Receiving a nod from her, he kept a smile to himself, leaving. Doing as she was told, Natalie waited for several minutes, wondering just what today's lesson would be. Hearing a heartbeat approaching, she felt her hunger rise slightly, but quickly pushed it back. A minute later, LaCroix returned, a young man following close behind. She took a step back at the sight, shaking her head. If LaCroix was going to make her kill someone, or even take their blood, she wanted to have no part of it. LaCroix let loose a faint chuckle at his daughter's thoughts. "It's not what you think, My Dear. In fact, I think you might enjoy this very much. He will come to no harm, although he might be a bit dazed when he leaves." The words made her relax. Today's lesson was going to be on hypnotizing a mortal...that’s why the man was there...he was going to be her practice. She still didn't like this, messing with a complete stranger's mind without their permission, but she knew she had to learn somehow. "Tell him to do something...anything." Natalie hesitated a moment, trying to think of something simple. "Turn around," she eventually said. The man remained exactly where he was, confusion coming over his features. When he prepared to speak, LaCroix caught his gaze, raising a single finger. At the silent action, the mortal's eyes glazed for a split second before returning to normal, disorienting him just enough to make him forget what he was going to do. Feeling Natalie's frustration, LaCroix let out another short laugh. He moved behind her, whispering into her ear, "Focus on his heart as it beats the blood through his veins...listen to it. Let it become louder than everything else...let it pull you closer--but don't lose sight of your goal. Then, in an even, demanding tone, state your will." Again, Natalie hesitated, at which LaCroix suggested, "Tell him to remove his shirt...slowly." Doing exactly as LaCroix instructed, she felt the mortal's heart thunder in her ears. Letting her hunger rise faintly, she felt like she was in a wind tunnel, the man's pulse substituting for the roaring sound of the wind. "Take off your shirt," she ordered, the man's eyes glazing instantly at her words. Remembering what LaCroix had told her, she again spoke, "Take it off slowly." She held the man's gaze as he did exactly as she had instructed. Waiting a moment, she released her hold on the mortal, who after a moment realized he was topless. LaCroix, from his position behind Natalie, smiled. As he had expected, she was having no trouble with this lesson. He closed his eyes for a moment, and he moved closer to her, his lips nearly brushing against her neck before feeling her tense ever so slightly. Catching himself, he raised his head slightly, whispering to her, "Another." Once she had pushed LaCroix' presence away, Natalie once again began her task. First, she told him to put his shirt back on, and when LaCroix again told her to do another, she told him to sit on the floor. She continued with the simple commands for over an hour. Occasionally LaCroix would stop her, tell her that she needed to practice getting the man's attention. After another half hour, Natalie had no trouble with any of it, but she was starting to get tired and hungry. She stated as much to LaCroix, and he agreed they should stop for the night. Approaching the mortal, LaCroix stated his own commands, making the mortal forget he was ever there, and telling him to leave. He smiled to himself, noting that everything had gone well. He had taken special care in picking the mortal...he'd needed one that was especially susceptible to their commands, one that wouldn't be able to resist. Tonight's lesson wasn't the most useful form of this particular ability. There were more important uses, and they would be taught in Natalie's next lesson; learning how to use the things she learned tonight to meddle with a mortal's memories. As he turned back to her, he commented, "That went well, didn't it?" She didn't say anything in response, although he could see that she was faintly uncomfortable. Their link told him that she was having a similar reaction to her actions as Nicholas had during his lessons. Yet, he could also sense that it wasn't as severe as his son's emotions. LaCroix smiled as Natalie kept her silence. "But then," he added, "I suspected this lesson wouldn't be any trouble for you." Even as Natalie looked away, he was struck by her appearance. Again, some strange force was pulling him toward her. LaCroix took several steps forward, stopping in front of her. Before he knew it, he was leaning toward her, his lips lightly meeting hers. Unlike the other night, however, he deepened his action, his tongue pushing into her mouth without resistance. As her arms reached around him, her fingers pressing against his upper back and neck, LaCroix pulled her to him. As their lips parted, he turned his attention to her neck, kissing and teasing the taunt skin. His fangs grazed the milky white surface, releasing a faint trickle of her blood. Quickly, he licked the liquid away, taking barely a second to savor its flavor. His attention moved lower, and LaCroix easily sliced the buttons off of her shirt with his teeth. Gently, he pushed the smooth fabric to the side, letting the shirt slip off of her shoulders. He took in her beauty for a moment, and then again captured her lips with his. This time she responded more than the first time. As her fangs dropped in a single sudden action, they cut each of them, their blood mingling within their mouths. Natalie did all she could to get a taste of the blood, and she felt her need for him instinctively rise at its sharp flavor. He pulled back ever so slightly, just enough to separate their lips. Her pleasure was very apparent through their bond. A smile slid to his lips, and he easily picked Natalie up, carrying her the short distance to the couch. Laying her back, he again kissed her, his body covering hers. Turning his attention to her neck, he slowly moved toward one of her shoulders. He moved her bra strap aside, kissing where it had once been. Her breathing increased as he moved lower. Then, as his lips brushed against the top of her breast, she gasped. Her reaction merely made his own need grow stronger. He sucked hard on the mound, teasing its tip to hardness. Preparing to do the same to the other breast, LaCroix stopped as he felt Natalie tense ever so slightly, a nervousness traveling to him across their bond. He drew away from her, supporting himself above her with his arms. "Do you wish to continue?" She remained silent, at which he took her mouth with his, kissing her. Like before, she responded without hesitation, and only when he pulled back did he feel her nervousness return. "I will stop if that is what you want." Again, she didn't speak. After a moment, LaCroix prepared to resume his earlier actions. "I can't do this. I'm sor-" He stopped her words with a finger to her lips. "Do not apologize, Natalie. You have done nothing wrong." As he stood, she closed her eyes, resting for a moment. Sitting up, she pulled her bra strap up, wrapping her shirt around her. "Why did you do that?" He didn't comment, and she continued, "I need to know, LaCroix. Is this part of my lessons, is it part of your feud with Nick, or is it something else?" LaCroix kept his expression calm despite her words. Even he wasn't sure of the answer. He had acted without thinking. It wasn't part of her lessons...nor was it a stab at Nicholas. Yet, exactly why he had done what he'd done, he had no idea. "It is several hours after sunrise, and you had mentioned being tired. I think we should both get to sleep." With that, he gave her a glance, and then headed for his room. Natalie sat on the couch for several minutes before going to her own room. Closing the door, she leaned heavily against it and closed her eyes. Her thoughts immediately went back to what had happened. When he'd kissed her, she hadn't even considered what might happen next. It had felt right, somehow, so she hadn't held back. Even when LaCroix had taken her to the couch, his actions going farther than before, it had still seemed right. The only reason she'd told him to stop was because of Nick. Nick was in the front of their thoughts, and had been ever since she'd been staying with LaCroix. When she'd been kissed two nights before, the action had momentarily surprised her. But, since then, she had been wondering just what his motivation was. Over a month ago when LaCroix had taken them on vacation, the elder vampire's actions had struck her. Even before that she had sensed something. Yet, she had always passed the thoughts off in favor of more important things, namely Nick. When she and LaCroix had seduced Nick, it had felt right, like that was how things were supposed to be. And yet, at the time, she had merely taken LaCroix' actions as a way to get Nick back, but now.... She seriously considered going to Nick, asking him about what was going on. She also knew that it probably wasn't the best idea...after all, what would Nick think when she told him that LaCroix' actions felt right? She loved Nick, and had for a long time. Her feelings for the elder vampire were still jumbled, but everyday they were becoming clearer. Did she hate LaCroix? No. He might not be the nicest of people, but she knew that many of his views had literally been breed into him. Did she have the same feelings for him that she had for Nick? Two weeks ago, she would have answered solidly with a negative answer. Now, she wasn't sure how to respond. Even though her feelings were certainly not as deep as those for Nick, they were slowly rising. She wanted to talk to Nick about her thoughts and feelings, but was afraid of what he'd say in reply. That left LaCroix, and although she wouldn't mind talking to him, he didn't seem to want to discuss what was happening between them. Natalie went over to her bed and fell back onto it. Now, she was starting to see Nick's side of things. He had been torn between her and Janette, just as she was beginning to be torn between him and LaCroix. Vampires were more complex than mortals, and that included their relationships. Why couldn't life be simple? Consanguinity (08/20) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brabant 1208 He had his weapon pointed at the man before him--Lucien LaCroix. Slowly, he let the tension in his arm loosen. He held the bow up, ready to aim once more. After a moment, he stepped closer, the bow coming to hang loosely at his side. Without thinking, he reached up to the man's face, his fingers nearly touching the pale skin before his hand was roughly grabbed, a golden glare staring down on him. Abruptly, he found his hand free, at which he continued with his previous action. His fingers rested against the other's cheek. The man's face was cool...too cool. "Please..." an airy plead came, but for what, wasn't known. The word did nothing to deter him, and his eyes suddenly caught on the man's sharp teeth. Moving his hand, he let one of his fingers make contact with one of the sharp points. He felt a hint of pain, and the man's hand again wrapped around his wrist. As he watched, the man licked away the fresh blood. Once his hand was free, he again caught the man's golden gaze. It suddenly hit him what stood before him. "A vampire...that's what you are." The corner of the man's mouth twitched, nearly smirking back at him. "Yes...." "The arrow," he muttered, "I nearly killed you, didn't I?" There wasn't any comment, but he didn't need one. If this man was a vampire.... "You're hungry. You need...blood." He again approached, looking up into the man's gaze, waiting for a reaction. As the other realized what he was proposing, the man shook his head, trying to push him away. Turning his head to the side, he calmly waited for the man to take his blood. After a moment, he felt two pricks in his neck, and then his life being pulled quickly from him. Less than a minute later, he felt the sensation stop, and he held tightly to the stranger. Meeting the other's gaze, he demanded, "Why didn't you kill me? Why?" His surroundings faded out, and then everything was meshing together. "Why..." he heard himself say, his surroundings consisting of different images, events flashing by him. As they settled, he found the man, LaCroix, standing before him. "Why didn't I kill you? I chose not to." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Suddenly, Nick found himself wide awake, his memories still flooding his vision. The images he saw were mixed and confusing, but he knew every detail of the experience. He remembered everything...from the first time he laid eyes on LaCroix until he felt his eyes glaze over at the vampire's words. He had met LaCroix as a child. His last memories of the vampire before being brought across in Paris were of LaCroix taking his memories away. He wasn't sure what to think of the action, but he had to know more. Standing, he reached out with his senses and found Tracy sound asleep. He made his way into the kitchen as quietly as possible, taking the bottle of LaCroix' blood out of the refrigerator. He held the bottle in his hands for a moment, letting the glass cool his hands. Finding a glass, he filled it full with the liquid, heading back to the couch. Taking a sip of the blood, he pushed his senses out, letting the vampire revel in the taste in an attempt to get more information from it. He drank more of the blood, trying to strengthen the bond between himself and LaCroix. Reaching across their link, he searched the blood for what he wanted to know. He saw snips of the events from LaCroix' point of view, and even more startling, were images of him when he was even younger. At this, Nick closed his eyes, holding his anger in. LaCroix had watched him for several years. LaCroix had very possibly planned on bringing him across when he was a child, and that fact angered him. But, what was worse was that LaCroix had taken away his memories. This was probably a lot how Tracy felt, and he cursed himself for having LaCroix take away her memories. Drinking the remainder of the blood, he prodded LaCroix' thoughts, amazed at how open they were to him. Usually, LaCroix kept a barrier around his mind, especially while he slept. Nick took a chance and sifted through the emotions...and what he found was not what he expected. The most prominent thoughts were about Natalie. LaCroix was in conflict over what his actions toward her should be. Flashing on some of his father's memories from that morning, Nick nearly dropped his glass. LaCroix had done more than kiss Natalie. His thoughts went back several months to the vacation LaCroix had taken them on. He remembered coming back to the room and finding the elder vampire kissing her. At first he'd been enraged at the other vampire's actions, but he'd quickly forgotten that in his need for her. Two nights later, LaCroix and Nat had done an elaborate order of teasing him, pushing him to the edge. What had pushed him the farthest was watching as they had sex...it had almost been too much. He could still see the event in his thoughts...and he remembered LaCroix' obvious delight at the experience. As with the other image, he had nearly forgotten about it, his focus having again been on Natalie at the time. Turning back on the present, he ceased his proddings of LaCroix' thoughts, trying instead to focus on the darkness around him. He feared for her, wondering just what LaCroix' intentions were. Still, he was waiting for his father to take Natalie away from him...perhaps that's what he was really doing. So many times in the past LaCroix had done just that. And yet, these thoughts were only a small fraction of his concern. LaCroix had, at one point or another, had sex with all of his children, and although he'd rather spare the experience from Natalie, he knew it would be inevitable. The bond between master and fledgling was complicated, and at first, the younger would often have 'feelings' that played tricks on them. The hunger pulled at them whether they knew it or not--hunger for blood, hunger for the vacancies becoming a vampire leaves in one's heart and thoughts.... He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that right now...didn't need to. What would happen would happen, and he just wished he could prepare Natalie for it. What wasn't known was just what LaCroix would do afterwards. LaCroix had had few mortal or vampire lovers, his attentions, even toward most of his children, only lasting a short time. Once, nearly two hundred years ago, he had asked Janette if she and LaCroix had ever done it. And, the answer had somewhat surprised him. Once, she had told him, and only once. Then, she had gone on to explain that LaCroix rarely did more than that. At her words, he had been faintly surprised, as LaCroix' attraction to him hadn't faded with time. And yet, until that vacation, it had been nearly four hundred years since he had allowed LaCroix that close to him. And now he was trying to figure out what LaCroix would do with Natalie. Would it be as it had been for Janette, or was the elder vampire's interest deeper? Whatever the case, it would end up being what it ended up being. What angered him more, was LaCroix' actions toward him. LaCroix had met him when he was mortal, had even taken his blood...but he had also taken all of his memories of the events from him. Then, he'd brought him across twenty years later. He considered talking to Natalie, but decided it would be LaCroix he would speak with. He'd do that once the present situation was taken care of, and hopefully other things wouldn't progress too far before then. He knew that when he did talk to LaCroix, that it wouldn't be a pleasant conversation, as he also wanted to discuss what LaCroix had done to him. Consanguinity (09/20) Turning toward the door, LaCroix smiled upon sensing Natalie's approach. He had tonight's lesson planned, and he knew it would go wonderfully. The door opened, and upon seeing her, his smile started to fade. He was about to speak when Natalie cut him off. "Not tonight, LaCroix...please. I'm too tired to do anything other than sleep right now," she stated, standing just inside the room. He sat still on the cushions, taking in her presence. After a moment, he nodded. Once Natalie had closed herself in her room, he shut his eyes tight. The night before he had pushed her too far. He had drained too much of her strength, and she hadn't yet recovered all of it. To give her lesson as planned would only be a waste. He remained where he was for nearly an hour--just sitting and resting. Then, he decided that he too would go to sleep early. On the way to his room, he peered through Natalie's door, watching her sleep. He closed his eyes at the sight, the image igniting a memory from many, many years before. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ France 1228 He stared down on Nicholas...on his son. It had been less than a month since that fateful night that had brought Nicholas back into his life. His child was learning quickly, especially despite his lessons only having begun in full force a week before. LaCroix approached the younger, who was sleeping soundly in the bed before him. Still, even as a vampire Nicholas drew him in, and he wasn't completely sure why. Perhaps it was the taste of his blood, or perhaps it was the younger vampire’s golden appearance. He didn't know, and truthfully, he didn't care. Approaching, he stopped at the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, his fingers brushing against his son's neck, unconsciously bringing a smile to the younger vampire's lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LaCroix abruptly came back from his memory, his features momentarily twisting into a smile. He nearly went into Natalie's room and repeated the action from his thoughts, but stopped himself. Pulling her door nearly shut, he continued on to his room and prepared himself for bed. Lying down, he closed his eyes, trying to get the memory to leave him, but it wouldn't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ France 1228 LaCroix slid into a shadow as Nicolas woke, no doubt from his presence. Watching, he followed his son's movements. For a few minutes, Nicolas merely lay in the bed, and then, the younger got up. He stayed right where he was, observing as the younger man calmly got dressed and prepared to leave the room. As his son passed his position, completely unaware of his presence, he moved out into the open, occupying a portion of Nicolas' earlier path. When the younger stopped, LaCroix smiled. "You are learning quickly, Nicolas." "What are you doing in here?" "Just checking up on you," he lied, fully aware that Nicolas hadn't learned enough to know. He moved forward, one of his hands taking hold of his son's neck, leading him closer. "For what reason?" LaCroix simply smiled back. "You're very special to me...." "Why is that?" came a soft and hesitant question. His smile only brightened at his son's words. With a quick tug, he pulled Nicolas to him so that they were nearly next to one another. Their eyes locked, and he could see his son's nervousness and feel it across their bond. "What are you going to do?" "You'll see..." LaCroix answered, bringing the younger right next to him, their bodies pressing against one another. Slowly, he drew Nicolas' head closer until their lips just barely touched. His son's immediate reaction was surprise. A moment later, Nicolas tried to pull out of his grasp, and after a couple of tries, he managed to do just that. LaCroix watched as the other looked away. The feelings he was getting across their bond weren't clear. "Mon fils?" Backing up another step, the younger avoided the other vampire's gaze. "What was that for? I...." "It was an action. As I told you, Nicolas, you are very, very important to me." "You...k-kissed...." Smiling, he affirmed, "Yes, Nicolas." The younger shook his head in a panic. "It's not right...It's no-" LaCroix put his fingers to his son's lips, stopping the words. "It's perfectly all right. How did it feel?" The younger again looked away. "Tell me, Nicolas. If you lie, I'll know." "I..." He could feel his son's emotions, but he needed to hear the answer aloud. "Yes?" Looking away, he wasn't sure what to say. What he had felt was not right...it was sinful, but... "I...I liked it." After a short second, he quickly countered, "But, it's-" "Shh...Nicolas," he said, again halting the other's protests with his finger. Walking around Nicolas, he pulled his son back against him. Letting his fingers trace a line down the younger man's neck, LaCroix then whispered into his ear, "There is nothing wrong with the actions. It's merely a reaction from your mortal conditioning, and it is something that you must shed." "But...I've never-" This time, Nicolas' words ceased of their own accord when he kissed the younger just below the ear. As a wave of pleasure flowed though his son, LaCroix repeated the action a little lower. "Are you not curious?" "Yes, but..." he said, trailing off, not able to voice the rest. It was still wrong. He couldn't do what was being suggested...but neither did he have a strong wish to pull away. "Then let me show you what pleasures are available for us." Pulling his son's shirt to the side, he placed a kiss on the newly exposed skin, and then proceeded to brush his fangs over the same spot, just breaking the skin. LaCroix slowly licked the blood away, listening as Nicolas' breathing deepened. Suddenly, his son pushed away from him, moving out of his reach. "Nicolas...?" "No...I can't do this. Don't...just don't," he told the other, backing up even farther. This was going too far. "This isn't right." "You are no longer mortal, Nicolas. This notion of 'right' is nothing more than a mortal contrivance. We are not bound by such laws and morals." Stepping closer, he moved to the younger man's side. "Close your eyes and reach across our bond," he whispered into the other's ear. "Do you not feel a connection like no other?" He did as instructed. The link between them enticed him...it turned tiny sparks of emotion into something completely different, something he couldn't quite describe. Whatever he felt, it was pulling him in. "Yes, but-" LaCroix stopped the words with his gaze. "You are very special to me, Nicolas...and I would like to show that to you." With that, he moved closer, letting his lips just barely touch the other's ear. After a moment, he nibbled lightly on the flesh, his fangs just barely pricking the skin. He licked away the small amount of blood, and then moved his attention toward Nicolas' neck. Kissing the younger's shoulder, LaCroix pulled back again upon feeling his son's need rise, and mentioned, "I will stop if you wish, Nicolas, but I'd much rather continue." He pushed away the faint embers of his rising guilt, burying it in the back of his mind and allowing his emotions to lead him. "Yes, continue..." the younger vampire softly answered, his voice filled with need. At that, LaCroix spun Nicolas in his grasp so that they were facing one another. For a moment, golden eyes met golden eyes, and then he moved forward, taking Nicolas' mouth with his own. The kiss was one of the most passionate he had ever initiated. Each of their tongues twisted around, exploring the other's mouth. Drawing back, he smiled upon feeling the younger man's arousal against him. Without hesitation he began removing the other's clothes, his own garments coming off sometime in-between his attentions to Nicolas. Once he'd finished his task, LaCroix backed up a step, taking in his son's appearance. Nicolas stood before him, every section of his flesh revealed to him. The younger's chest calmly rose and fell, no doubt a result of the pause in their actions. His eyes traveled lower, and he found a beautiful throbbing phallus just waiting to be kneaded. Watching the other become faintly embarrassed, he moved forward with a grin, backing the younger up. As Nicolas reached the bed's edge, he stopped for a moment. When LaCroix approached further, the younger was forced up onto its surface. Following, he stopped only once they had reached the center of the bed. "Turn around, Nicolas." He nearly repeated his words, but seeing the utter fear on the other's face, he merely waited. The morals that had been ingrained in him as a mortal pulled his guilt to the surface. All he could think of was how wrong this was. "No...I can't do this," he said, shaking his head and moving away. Catching the younger's arm, he forced the younger to look at him. "There is nothing wrong about this, absolutely nothing. This is just another part of what we are. We are free to express ourselves in anyway we wish. I would like to do this for you. Will you allow me to?" Although receiving a slight nod, he could clearly see the hesitation in the other. "What is it, mon fils?" After he had again pushed his thoughts away and his emotions were again fully in charge, he tried to calm himself, but he couldn't. "I- I'm afraid...I-" "Relax, Nicolas...relax and everything will be fine. Now, turn around." After a moment, his son did as he was told. LaCroix ran his hand down the younger's back, the touch sending a shiver through Nicolas. "Bend over, and let yourself relax...." He caught a nod, and Nicolas again obeyed. Slowly, LaCroix wet a finger, feeling the younger's anticipation at what was to come. He teased Nicolas' ass, gently letting his finger slide into it. His son tensed at the action, and LaCroix paused, waiting for him to calm. With care, he stretched the opening, a second, and then a third finger slipping easily inside his son. "Very good, Nicolas. Very good...." Holding his position for a moment, LaCroix carefully withdrew his hand, quickly replacing it with his engorged member. Nicolas gasped at the sensation, and he paused in his penetration. "Mon fils?" "Don't stop...please...I beg of you...don't stop...." The plea only made him want the younger man more. He let his hands wrap around Nicolas' stomach, lightly teasing the sensitive skin. Slowly and gently LaCroix began to thrust, in turn filling his son to the brim before pulling back and almost out. Almost immediately he could feel Nicolas' need. He pulled the younger up and back against him, one hand moving to tend to Nicolas' arousal. A mere moment later he felt his son spasm, and he offered his wrist to him. Fangs ripped into his flesh, Nicolas' needs being filled, at which he plunged his own fangs into his son's waiting neck. The blood was like hot coals and ice all at once. Nicolas' life force held so much fire that he could barely hold on. His own blood flowed quickly from him, the bond between them strengthening one hundred fold. His son's nectar coursed in his veins, and soon, he could taste hints of his own blood within the sweet liquid. This was ecstasy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Consanguinity (10/20) His lips twisted into a grin at the memory. After that first time, his son had been very willing in their relationship. Their second time together had been much more enjoyable for both of them, having lasted much longer. The next three days had been filled with Nicholas and only Nicholas. Then, his son's guilt had again bared its head, which, after some convincing, he had managed to dispel. For quite some time, their relationship had remained close. Then, as Nicholas drifted away from him and Janette, trying to deny what he was, he had also ceased their intimacy. It had hurt him more than he ever wanted to acknowledge. To make things worse, Nicholas had recently allowed a spark of their relationship to return, but only a spark. As quickly as it had been rekindled, it had been smothered. Lying back in his bed, LaCroix let his hands rest on his abdomen. With his memories of Nicholas came his need, and he now had a mild erection. He didn't want to deal with this...not now. Moving his hands to his stomach, he continued to rest, but his change of position wasn't helping. With his frustration building, LaCroix turned on his side, trying to turn his thoughts to other things. After a moment, he realized that would do no good either. If it wasn't Nicholas staring back at him in his thoughts, it was Natalie. As he lay there, he could feel himself hardening even more. Slipping out of his bed, he quickly exited the room, coming to a stop just outside his daughter's room. Pushing the door open, he approached Natalie's sleeping form. Finally, he had realized what had drawn him in. Just as he had noted after finding Nicholas back in Toronto in her meddlesome and very mortal hands, he recognized the similarities between her and his son. Indeed, they were very much alike, and in more than just the scent of their blood. Nicholas had drawn him in all those years ago...and he had merely been a child. Yet, that boy had made him act irrationally, and had nearly cost him his life. Once he'd been brought across, Nicholas had kept that quality--if he wasn't paying attention to his actions, he often found himself lost in the depths of the younger man's gaze. Natalie was the same way. She drew him in, although it was subtler than it had been with Nicholas. Of all of his children, only Nicholas had really held his attention. Oh, there was Janette, but ever since he'd brought Nicholas across, she had been more of a tool of encouragement for his son than anything else. And to top it off, Nicholas was the only fledgling he'd truly been a lover to. Oh, he'd had sex with most of his children...the bond between master and child usually leading to that very act, but with Nicholas, it was different. He truly loved his son. Someday, he hoped the younger would be able to see that. As he stared down at Natalie's sleeping form, he knew that what he wanted to see in front of him right now was Nicholas. And yet, he didn't. All he saw was his beautiful daughter...silently drawing him nearer. His body moved of its own will, and a second later, he was placing a lingering kiss on her soft lips. The action woke her, at which she stared back at him with eyes that reminded him so much of Nicholas'. Looking up into LaCroix' hungry gaze, Natalie wasn't sure what was happening. "LaCroix?" He didn't comment, merely repeating his earlier gesture. This time, he slid his tongue between her lips, getting a taste of her. When LaCroix pulled away, Natalie was somewhere between stunned and wanting more. She needed something, and he was right there, nearly pushing himself on her. What she really wanted was Nick, but there was something about LaCroix...something that lured her closer. Perhaps it was their connection; after all, LaCroix was her master. Silently, she watched as he slipped into her bed, his strong hands pulling her deftly to his body, igniting yet another kiss. In a matter of seconds, she could feel him removing the sole garment that clothed her--one of Nick's pajama tops. His clothes disappeared just as quickly as her own, and everything happened so fast. LaCroix got right down to business, not even bothering with foreplay. He rolled on top of her, her legs wrapping around him in an instant. Then, without any further actions, he glided quickly inside of her in one deep motion. Natalie gasped at the sensation. As he began thrusting, she could feel his hands holding her to him, his mouth meeting hers in silent desperation. Each of their needs built quickly, and soon she felt his fangs ripping into her throat, her blood being rapidly pulled from her. After a second, she continued the circle out of instinct, her own fangs striking his neck in an instant. Their passions cooled, and LaCroix pulled back slightly supporting himself just above her. He looked down into her face, her eyes closed and a faint smile on her lips, a drop of blood visible on the soft flesh. He kissed her, sucking the blood away. When her gaze met his, he smiled before trailing a line of kisses down the side of her neck. At his actions, he could feel her need once again rise. This time, he would do things properly, and as he took her breast in his mouth, he knew they'd both be enjoying this far more than either would acknowledge.... Consanguinity (11/20) Having heard something from the other room, Tracy got out of bed, cautiously moving toward the sound she had heard. Nothing was out of place--except perhaps her partner's form on her couch. He was sleeping, but not very soundly. In the dimly lit room, a red sheen covered Nick's skin, his head twitching from time to time. Approaching, she knelt on the floor, reaching her hand out toward him. After pausing for a moment, she brushed her fingers against his forehead. Bringing them back, she could see blood on her fingertips and a smear where she'd touched. "Nick?" she called, remembering Screed having this same blood-sweat before he'd died of the fever. When he didn't answer, she considered just leaving him be, but threw that thought away. Nick continued in his restless slumber a moment more before she rested her hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Nick?" He awoke with a start, his vision tinted gold. Just off to his side was Tracy, a hand just barely lingering on his shoulder. Catching her partner's gaze, she prodded, "Are you okay, Nick?" He turned toward her, but wasn't sure what to say. Images from his nightmare still remained in his mind, the memories more than he could take. Shrugging out of the touch, he sat up, holding his head in his hands. This time, the images had been even clearer than before, the events playing out in their entirety. He had even had a few flashes from when he was even younger, perhaps six or seven years old. It was just glimpses of a stranger--one who looked exactly like LaCroix. He wanted to stake LaCroix for what he'd done. The elder vampire had seen him as a child, and had stalked him, later bringing him across. Still, what hurt more than the rest, was the removal of his memories. LaCroix had told him that some of the elder members of their kind often picked their children when they were just that--mortal children. In those cases, they would reveal themselves to the mortal, usually sometime in their teens. Then, the vampire would make the offer, possibly promising to come back at a later time for the answer, or much more likely, taking the mortal on as a protégé. When the time was right, the mortal would then be brought across. In all cases, LaCroix had told him that if he were to ever consider it, that the mortal should know before being brought across. From what he could tell, LaCroix had planned on eventually bringing him over from a young age. As a child, he had met LaCroix, the other easily answering his questions about what he was. Yet, then those events had been erased. Later, when he had been brought across, he'd had no idea of what he would become until after the deed had been done. Perhaps it was because of those very events that LaCroix had later said what he'd said about their version of 'planned parenthood.' His anger continued to boil at the memories, the emotions he was getting through his bond with LaCroix not helping matters in the slightest. He could feel his father's pleasure and nearly taste Natalie's blood across their link. What he'd feared for Natalie had happened, and he could only hope that she would be able to handle whatever the consequences of the actions were. He would have to speak with LaCroix, and soon. He didn't want Natalie to get hurt by the seemingly caring actions, knowing that many of LaCroix' other children had. "Nick?" Abruptly, he turned to his partner, wondering just how long he'd zoned out. Standing, he pushed passed her, heading for the kitchen. Pulling the refrigerator door open, he grabbed the nearest bottle, quickly removing its cork and upending it. As LaCroix' blood touched his tongue, he felt their bond strengthen further, his father's present thoughts flooding him. The elder vampire was still with Natalie. Hastily, he put the bottle back, grabbing the other one. Pulling its cork out, he drank deeply of the human blood, its flavor dull in comparison with his sire's blood. "You okay, Nick?" Ignoring her question, he drank more of the bottle's contents, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "Fine," he finally answered. She took a step closer, her hand brushing against his forehead. Then, Tracy held her now bloodied fingers before him, stating, "I don't think that would be there if you were fine, Nick. I know something's up. You were having a nightmare. What was it about?" "Nothing important," he snapped. Then, taking in a deep breath, he felt the satin of his pajamas stick to him as he moved, making him uncomfortable. "I need to take a shower...I'll be back." In an instant, he was gone. Tracy stared at where he was, her mouth hanging slightly open. She headed after him, figuring she could catch him, but found the bathroom door closed, the water already running. Going back to the living room, she sat in a chair and waited. About fifteen minutes later, the water turned off. It was another ten minutes before she heard the door open, at which she glanced to her partner. He was standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. She watched him, his body nearly shaking. Standing, she approached nearer. All the while, it was difficult to turn away from him. Rarely did she ever see any of his skin except his face and hands, and here he was with nothing but a towel on. It surprised her slightly, and without thinking, she looked him over. He looked away, and when he remained in the same position for another minute, she finally prodded, "Nick?" He slid past her, walking over to his bag. As her eyes followed him, he did his best to hide his nervousness as he knelt on the ground, searching through his bag. Looking for something to wear, he discovered that he had nothing other than the pajamas he'd had on before and a change of clothes for that night. Quickly, he grabbed a pair of boxers and headed back into the bathroom, shutting the door before his partner could say anything. Glancing into the mirror, he could just see his reflection. He was a little paler than usual, a haunted gaze staring back at him...through him. After a moment, he shook himself away from the image, changing into the shorts and hanging the towel up to dry. He took one more glimpse at his reflection, and then put his hand on the doorknob. Opening it, he found Tracy standing just outside the door. Planning on slipping past her like before, Nick found her hand holding him steadily in place. The warmth of her touch was somewhere between comforting and aggravating. He stood and waited, hoping she would just let him be. She held her position, the cold skin under her hand making her want to pull back, but she didn't. Once he had turned to her, Tracy pushed him lightly toward her room. He didn't budge, his muscles becoming taunt at her touch. "You should sleep in here; it's darker, and I'm guessing that it will help you relax." Still, he wouldn't move. "Go on, Nick. I'll get you something to drink, okay?" Eventually, she received a faint nod as Nick started reluctantly toward her room. Going to the kitchen, she took the bottle with the Raven's label on it and poured a glass full with it. Only when she'd put the bottle back in the refrigerator did she realize just what was in the cup, and her step almost unnoticeably faltered as she picked the glass up for Nick. Heading to her room, she stopped in the bathroom, grabbing a few pills out of a bottle. Then, continuing her path, she found Nick sitting in the center of her bed, staring at the wall. It was strange seeing him there--nearly naked and on her bed. She shook the thought away and the thoughts that were trying to pop into her mind, and approached. Before handing him the blood, Tracy commented, "I brought you something that might help you sleep." He glanced at her outstretched hand, and upon seeing what were almost assuredly sleeping pills, he shook his head. "I'm not human, Trace. They probably won't even help." "That's why I brought four. They should have some effect, Nick." He looked away, clearly wanting nothing to do with her offer. "You need to get some sleep. I don't know how much you've gotten over the past several days, but you look like you've been awake for most of that time." Averting his eyes, he waited a moment before nodding. "I've been having nightmares...memories, really." "Take these, and then tell me about it, okay? You need to relax, and maybe they'll help." He met her gaze, and then hesitantly took the four little pills out of her hand. Taking the glass, he quickly swallowed them, proceeding to finish off the blood. Nick gave the glass back to her, which she quickly set on the table. She watched him lay down, curling slightly on his side. "You know how LaCroix took your memories of what happened to Vachon from you?" Receiving a nod, he stated, "LaCroix took my memories of him away...after I met him as a child." He continued his explanation, telling her how he now remembered seeing occasional glimpses of LaCroix while he was growing up, their encounter in the woods, and the several days the vampire had spent at his home. He gave no mention of the other thoughts, LaCroix' present thoughts, that were also bothering him. From a combination of everything; the sleeping pills, his returning past experiences and the thoughts he was receiving through his link with LaCroix, his stomach violently tossed and turned. After pausing a few moments, he solidly stated, "I should have let him die all those years ago." She watched as he drifted off to sleep, his tense muscles slowly relaxing, and then only to a point. She knew why he didn't fully relax--her. Despite everything, Nick didn't entirely trust her, and she could almost see him shaking. It wasn't much--just enough that she could notice. What it was from, she didn't know. Then, after a couple of minutes, she went to the closet, getting a blanket and loosely covering his mostly bare form. She knew it probably wouldn't help him much, as she'd never seen him get cold, but she hoped it would at least help him relax. Above everything, she wished she could do more for him, but knew that he wouldn't let her. Tracy leaned forward, brushing Nick's hair off of his forehead. Not a muscle moved with her touch, and she was glad that the sleeping pills seemed to be working. Perhaps he, at least, would be able to get some rest. She, however, didn't know how much she'd get, her thoughts worrying both about her partner, and about Vachon. Consanguinity (12/20) Nick sat at his desk, staring blankly off in space. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his thoughts off of LaCroix. Still, his mind was playing his recently recovered memories...over and over and over again. Tracy sat and silently watched her partner. Ever since that morning, she'd been worried for him. Waking, he'd complained of a stomachache, no doubt from the sleeping pills, and had finished off the remainder of the blood. Looking over at him, she could tell the pills had helped, but other than rested, he didn't look any better than before. "Nick? Are you okay? You look a little pale." He glared over at his partner. "Fine. A little hungry, but I'll be fine." She pursed her lips at the response, the tone of his words revealing the real answer. Thinking of something, she asked, "Do you keep a bottle in the Caddy?" He hesitated a moment, not sure where she was going with this. "Yeah..." "I'll fill my mug up from it, okay? I'll be right back." He started to protest too late. Sighing, he tried unsuccessfully to get back to work. A couple of minutes later, he reached out with his senses. His head shot up in an instant--something wasn't right. Listening for his partner's familiar heart beat, he could hear her pulse increasing. Nick stood, heading for the exit without another thought. Hitting the cool night air, he could just barely make out his partner's words--'Vachon? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Vachon?' The words were becoming more insistent, and he sensed the fear in the timbre of her voice. Nick picked up his speed, brushing by those entering the precinct, his feet not even touching the ground. Coming around the side of the building, he saw Tracy. Vachon stood only a few steps from her. The Spaniard was fully vamped out with a wild look in his eyes. Halting his flight several meters behind his partner, Nick called out, "Vachon! Vachon, look at me!" The younger vampire did as told, the animalistic gaze meeting his for several seconds. Then, without warning, he flew forward, taking hold of Tracy, pulling her back and against him. The quick movements made her dizzy, but she told herself to try to keep calm. When Vachon's grip tightened and she felt him roughly push her head to the side, she knew her pulse was screaming at him. "Nick..." she called, not being able to voice more as she sharply inhaled upon feeling two sharp points brush against her throat. "Vachon, look at me!" Nick again demanded. "You don't want to hurt her. I know that and you know that. Let her go, Vachon." His grip relaxed slightly at the other's words, but he tensed again as he watched several mortals approach. "I can't stop the killing...I-I can't stop it." The younger man's words dug up another set of memories--those he'd gained from Divia's attack. They had nearly been too much, her thoughts fighting with his own. But, he had been able to overcome them, and hopefully Vachon would be able to as well. "I know, Vachon. I know exactly what you're feeling, but you must release her." Vachon took in a deep breath, and he slowly did as he'd been told, letting his grip on Tracy loosen. Without the support, he fell to his knees. "She's in my mind, Knight. I can't stop it...all of the death, the killing...." Approaching, Nick passed by Tracy. Making sure he was between Vachon and the others present, he moved right in front of the younger vampire. He knelt down, forcing the other to look up at him. Red and still open wounds were on Vachon's neck, no doubt where Divia had attacked him. Pulling away from the touch, Vachon felt her memories again taking over. "Mother, daughter, lover....make it stop. Please...please make it stop!" Nick held Vachon's head steady, wondering what he could do. Divia's attack had killed Urs almost instantly. Vachon had gone mad while he and LaCroix had escaped with no permanent damage. LaCroix had believed he'd survived because of his search for mortality...but he didn't think it was that. Urs was young, too young to fight back. Vachon was older, but compared to himself and LaCroix, still young. And then, of course, there was the fact that he, LaCroix, and Divia were all of the same bloodline. Perhaps that had provided him an immunity. Something hit him, and he moved to the younger vampire's side, trying to tune out those that had come outside. "Here, Vachon, drink," he said, holding his wrist out in an offer. "Take it!" A second later, Vachon embedded his fangs into his wrist. He closed his eyes feeling his blood being quickly drained. "Nick?" He glanced at his partner, who was moving closer. "Stay back, Trace." Nick suddenly winced, the blood-loss starting to affect him as his blood thinned. He let Vachon continue to drink, and he felt himself change. He closed his eyes a moment, and then pulled his wrist away from the younger vampire. Lying Vachon down, Nick looked up as he sensed LaCroix' presence. The elder vampire landed before him in an instant. Holding his position, Nick shot a glare up at his father. "Release him, Nicholas." "No." LaCroix took hold of his son's arm, pulling the younger to his feet. Nicholas quickly shrugged out of his grasp, and he reminded, "If Vachon is your killer, he is to be punished for it." "Hasn't he been punished enough by Divia's thoughts? In a way, this is all your fault, LaCroix. After all, it is her memories that are torturing him. Divia was your-" "And she is gone! Do not blame this on her." "I'm not." Nick looked away, focusing on the still form of Vachon. "I'm taking care of Vachon. If there are any further problems, I will take responsibility for it." Again, LaCroix grabbed his son's arm, preventing the other from moving. "You will do no such thing, Nicholas." "I make my own decisions, LaCroix. I only wish I'd let you die that night oh so long ago." He watched his father stop at his words. "That's right, LaCroix, I remember your visits from when I was mortal. You pursued me, hiding in the shadows. You picked me to be yours when I was still a child! What was it you said about picking a protégé? Always tell them what you intend to do? Am I why you said that? Because you didn't tell me?!" Nicholas pulled roughly from his hold, pushing him away. "Nicholas-" He glared at his so called 'father,' making his anger about the matter obvious. "Get out of here, LaCroix. I already told you; I will deal with this. Now, leave, and do not drop by the loft. I don't want to see you, not now." LaCroix closed his eyes, listening as Nicholas picked the younger vampire up and took to the air. He stood in the parking lot for a short time, the mortals standing there--staring at him. Letting his eyes lock momentarily with Nicholas' partner, he launched himself into the night sky, heading back to the club. He would deal with this later...the mortals would not be getting an explanation on any of this unless they demanded it, and even then it would not be a simple question and answer conversation. His own anger boiled, matching his son's in intensity. He'd been so preoccupied the last several days that he had sensed none of this coming. He should have...Nicholas was his son. His eyes momentarily flashed crimson, his anger directed right back on himself. However much he wanted it differently, this, he knew, was his fault--not Nicholas'. Landing behind the Raven, he entered, going straight for the bar. The bartender asked if he'd like his usual, but he shook the question off. "I want it cut with red wine...the vintage doesn't matter. Make it half and half." Less than a minute later, a glass was set before him. He took it, upending its contents. The mixture was gone in an instant. Having his glass refilled, he continued drinking the blood-wine until he'd emptied a bottle of each. By then, he could feel the pain dull somewhat from Nicholas' words. His son's anger was only too apparent to him, and he wasn't sure what, if anything, he could do about it. Nicholas was shutting him out and had every right to do so. Asking for another glass, the bartender hesitated until he shot a golden glare at the young vampire. He drank this glass slower, trying to imagine the blood to be Nicholas'. It wasn't difficult as it had only been a matter of weeks since he'd last tasted it, and yet, he knew he would possibly not get another drop of it for years or more. Nicholas had blocked him out. He suspected that if it wasn't for Natalie, the younger would have moved on to another city. Nicholas had been dead on about the reason behind the words of that lesson. He had known soon after bringing Nicholas across that it had been a dire mistake to have taken those memories away. When he'd seen the golden mortal again, he'd acted in greed, taking Nicholas for himself without consideration of what could happen. Once the Raven had closed, he remained behind, pouring glass after glass of the mixture. He had finally lost Nicholas. He only hoped that it wouldn't be for good...he didn't know if he could handle the hatred he was feeling from his son. True, he had felt similar feelings from his son in the past, but never had they been as clear or sharp as they were now. Eventually, he headed home, sinking deep into the couch's cushions. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, only that it was getting close to dawn. Faintly, LaCroix heard the door open and his daughter enter, but he paid little attention to her. Natalie crossed the room, stopping just in front of LaCroix, who seemed preoccupied with something. "LaCroix, I wanted to-" "Go to sleep, Doctor," he harshly hissed. "You don't have any lessons for today. Just rest." She stood there, not sure what, if anything she should say in comment. Waiting for several seconds and receiving nothing but silence, Natalie eventually headed to her room. Once there, her eyes stopped on her bed. It was still unmade from the night before, a few drops of blood staining a couple of spots on the light colored sheets. She had wanted to ask LaCroix about what had happened. When he'd come to her, she had been unable to resist his advances for whatever reason. Truthfully, she really didn't mind them. And yet, she wasn't sure if what she'd done was 'right'. In some ways it felt as if it were...but in others it didn't. From her previous thoughts concerning Nick, specifically his relationship with LaCroix, she had haphazardly guessed that the two had, at least on one occasion, had sex. Remembering the bits from their last night on LaCroix' little vacation, she recalled LaCroix' words and actions. From them, she had figured the two had indeed had a more intimate relationship at one time. Whether that relationship was a truly caring one or if it was merely the result of their close bond, she didn't know. And now she was in Nick's place, and was wondering the same of her own relationship with LaCroix. Was this merely something that happened between fledgling and master, or did LaCroix actually feel something for her? She really didn't know the answer, but she needed to know, and soon. Preparing for sleep, she walked over to the window, watching the sun rise above the horizon. Even now, over a month after she'd been brought across, she wondered about LaCroix' gift to her. The mixture he'd given her allowed her to withstand a short period of sun exposure. She couldn't help but ask if this had been something that he had consciously given her, or if it was something to taunt Nick with. Standing in the bright light, she wished Nick was standing next to her...even if she knew she would have to move in a few minutes to avoid being burnt. At the same time, she had a feeling that would never happen...but she could always hope. Consanguinity (13/20) Nick sat, staring at the TV, not really paying attention to the news that was blaring back at him. Vachon was upstairs, resting in his room. The younger vampire had spent the majority of the past sixteen or so hours sleeping. Occasionally, the other would wake, Divia's memories attacking him. As Vachon consumed more of his blood, the attacks were coming less often. Thankfully, his idea was working. He had been weakened from the combination of loss of blood and lack of sleep. Sunset was still about four hours away and he was considering letting himself doze off, knowing that Vachon wouldn't be able to go anywhere. As his surroundings faded out he heard the buzzer, Reese's voice coming over the intercom, "Knight, can I come up?" He waited a moment, and then told his superior, "Yeah, come on up, Captain," and released the lock on the lower level. Remaining by the door, once the elevator had arrived, he asked, "What do you need?" "Just wanted to see how things are going. The Commissioner wants to know what your Community is going to about the vampire you've taken responsibility for." "Vachon. He..." he trailed off, glancing away. "I still need to explain things to him. He's unaware of the current news." "What news, Knight?" Nick turned, finding the younger vampire walking down the stairs. "It's a bit complicated. A lot of things have changed." Vachon paused a moment, commenting, "Knight...he knows about the Community?" He braced himself, and then met the younger's eyes, simply stating, "The whole world knows." Taking the information in, Vachon focused on something else, muttering, "I think I need a drink." "Go ahead." Nick watched as the younger went to the fridge, taking one of the unopened bottles and drinking straight from it. After finishing off about half the bottle, the information had sunk in a little. "How did Tracy take it? I'm assuming she knows about you, Knight." "She knows. I...pretended to be a mortal for a time. It worked until LaCroix pushed too far, and I had to reveal myself to stop him." Vachon absorbed the words, wondering just what had happened. It was clear that the mortal before him was somehow involved in that situation, the mortal's uncomfortableness at Knight's words obvious to him, but.... "How about Natalie? I suspect this has made things easier on her." Nick closed his eyes, afraid of answering the question. "She's one of us, Vachon." The younger man's jaw dropped down slightly, his eyes widening a bit at the statement. "Like I said, a lot has changed." Being faintly overwhelmed with everything, he put his hand to his head as a wave of pain shot through him. Recognizing what was happening, Nick took the bottle, immediately offering his wrist to the other. Like before, Vachon quickly took the blood, draining even more of his precious energy. He pulled his arm away as the blood-loss was becoming too much. Vachon wavered, and after steadying the other vampire, Nick told him, "You should get some more rest. I'll explain more later." Vachon's weary eyes met the other man's, and pausing for a moment, he eventually nodded. Knight was right about that; he did need to get some more rest. Every time Divia's memories attacked him, he could literally feel his life force being drained. The blood Knight had been giving him was helping counter her thoughts, but it was doing so at a great cost to both of them. Nick watched as the other slowly ascended the stairs. Divia's thoughts were nearly overwhelming the younger vampire. Yet, at least his blood was helping. At a guess, Nick figured that LaCroix' blood would help even more, but he wasn't going to dare going to him for help. Not now, with what he'd recently learned. Putting the bottle Vachon had gotten back into the refrigerator, Nick stared at the smooth green glass for some time. Before he knew it, he was again reaching for the bottle, drinking a good portion of its contents. Once he had finished off the bottle, he leaned heavily against the refrigerator. He was tired and he needed rest. "Nick, you okay?" Glaring at the mortal, Nick quickly softened his gaze. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Vachon's drained a lot of my blood. I'm just weak." Reese doubted his detective's words were entirely true. Nick looked like he was going to collapse right there. Yet, he also knew it would be useless to argue. "So what about Vachon?" "What about him?" "What is to be done?" "Until the affects of...the attack wear off, he will be under my responsibility." "Does that mean you won't be in to work for several more days?" Nick looked away. "I can't come in if I'm going to watch him." Reese didn't comment, so he continued, "Vachon should be given a clean slate. He can't control what's happening to him, and surely couldn't stop himself from killing before. He doesn't even know about the present laws." "I'll do what I can." Watching his superior turn toward the door, he abruptly reached out, catching the mortal's arm. "Tell Tracy that Vachon's doing better. I think she would like to know." Nick watched the other nod and then get in the elevator. As it made its way down, he closed his eyes against his hunger. He needed more blood to compensate for feeding Vachon and trying to keep his anger at LaCroix under wraps. Then he would try to get some rest. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. [Paris] Ningal stood in the doorway of one of the guest rooms. Before her lie a girl, her appearance suggesting that she was about thirteen years old. In reality, she was born nearly two thousand years ago and one of the most dangerous of their kind. The girl's name was Divia, and she was Lucius' mortal daughter and the one that had brought him across. After becoming sick, a healer had come, but his miracles had consisted of bringing the child across. Then, when Vesuvius had erupted, she had in turn given her gift of life to her father. Not only was she dangerous, but she was also possibly the only vampire of her generation still alive, and barely, at that. Two days before she had watched as Aha and the two other senior members of the Council had brought her back to life from her ashes. In her opinion, it was a mistake. Divia still had the same mindset as she had when she was a child. She had been for the most part unaffected by the changing times. Feeling another approach her from behind, Ningal stiffened. "What are you doing here?" Aha's voice was chilling, its tones sharp and precise. She turned, looking back and up to him. "Just watching. And you?" "She will wake soon. I am merely preparing for that." He walked to the bed, carefully picking up the child vampire's little form. "Where are you taking her?" "If you wish to know, you may follow. As I mentioned, she will wake soon, but that must not be before she's moved." Aha headed to the door, disappearing down the hall without another comment. As they descended to the main level, he could feel the younger Council member follow close behind him. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Aha continued on to a part of the house that Ningal hadn't yet been shown. He stopped before a door, and after a moment, the younger vampire opened the door for him. Entering the room, he continued to a sturdy wooden table, which he laid Divia upon. His second in command assisted him with restraining the child. Ningal had stopped in the doorway, not moving an inch farther. Watching the two strap Divia to the wooden slab with metal manacles, she commented, "Those won't hold her. She's too strong-" Spinning, Aha countered, "She will be weak when she wakes. They only need last until we can convince her to side with us." "And if she doesn't?" He held her gaze. "Then she will die." "What are we going to convince her of?" "To kill Lucius, of course. The Roman is too powerful. If we killed him right out, some would question it. But if it was Divia.... Besides, I wonder what the mortals would think of Lucius' little story of just who his sire is." Aha turned his attention to Divia, letting his fingers brush against her cheek. "Lucius is already weakened with his own conflicts, not to mention his rocky relationship with Nicholas. He will be no match to his sire." "How do you know all of this?" "Nicholas, of course. My blood is still affecting him, if only minutely. At first I thought I had lost the link, but.... Nicholas' thoughts have been very open the past several days...quite interesting as well. The younger remembers meeting Lucius when he'd been a boy. The anger I feel from the Brabantine is strong...even Lucius is keeping his distance." Ningal took a concerned step forward. "And Nicholas?" "He will, if at all possible, remain alive." At her surprise, he explained, "I hope that one day Nicholas will come around to our way of thinking. He has a lot of potential, far more than either he or Lucius is aware of." As he pushed passed her, Ningal closed her eyes. Aha still hadn't given up with Nicholas. From her contact with the younger vampire, she knew that Lucius' child was far more than even Aha was aware. Nicholas still had life of his own...it wasn't all taken from the mortals, and that quality was probably one of the reasons he had survived on steer's blood as long as he had. Taking one last glance at Divia, she nearly forgot just what the child was. In sleep, their kind lost much of their frightening demeanor, yet Divia had so much evil that she could feel it even now. She stiffened, and then spinning on her heals, quickly left the room. Consanguinity (14/20) Standing in the doorway, Ningal watched as Aha and the others fussed over the waking child. Aha glared at two of the other Council members, making them back up. As they did so, the Ancient smiled, watching Divia's eyes flutter open. Her surroundings slowly became clearer, and seeing those around her, Divia struggled in her bonds. "Release me!" she demanded, snarling at Aha. He merely laughed at her pitiful attempts at escape. "Welcome back, Divia. You are weak, and should rest...at least for now." He grinned. "I'm sure you'd like to finish your previous task...Lucius is, as they say, a thorn in one's side." She calmed as she listened to his words. "And why should I help you? I could kill you and do as I please." "Many things have changed in the past two years...the world is different." "Why would that make any difference? I know how to adapt, and besides, things could not have changed much." "Ah, but they have...the mortals know about us, Divia. They know how to fight us. They know how to kill us." Leaning closer, he whispered in her ear, "I want Lucius to be humiliated before the mortals...and you're just the one to carry that out." Divia considered the offer. Humiliation would, indeed, be a fitting punishment for her father. "What if I refuse?" "But you won't, will you?" A hint of her emotions boiled at the sidestep of her question. "No, I will not." But, that didn't mean she was these vampires' servant. "I want to see Lucius suffer, and I want to watch him die for what he's done to me." "Good." She let her lips form a smile that matched the one on the other's features. Then, as she caught a flash of her memories from as she had been staked, she spoke, "I do, however, wish to know about Nicholas...." "The younger has...shunned his father. Lucius should be fairly weak by the time you have rested. I would prefer if you kept Nicholas alive, but you may do with him as you wish." She liked this vampire...he was so much like herself. "You seem to know quite a bit about me, I would like to know who you are." "I am Aha, head of the...supposedly disbanded Council. As you can see, we are still organized, despite our title." Divia glanced at the vampires standing around her. Two stood nearly over her, another two a few steps away, and then a fifth could be seen by the door. Every one of them was older than she, most by at least, or nearly, double her age. Yet, to her senses, they all seemed weak. Her smile brightened. Yes, she would help this 'Council'...at least for the time being. Later she might change her mind, but not before killing Lucius.... *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Four days later: Nick leaned back into his couch, sipping from a glass of blood. Vachon was sitting nearby, watching the news and getting caught up on recent events. The younger vampire was doing much better than before. Tonight, he was going to go to work, and he hoped Vachon would be okay for that time. The Spaniard had been free of Divia's attacking memories for thirty hours, but he was still recovering from what had happened to him. He still hadn't spoken with LaCroix, nor did he want to anytime soon. Dealing with the elder vampire was the last thing on his list of things to do. Glancing down at his watch, he noted that if he was going to take the Caddy, he needed to leave before it got any later. Nick stood, telling Vachon, "I'll be back in about nine hours. If you need anything, just call me--don't come to the precinct. You should get some rest while I'm gone." Even though he didn't like the tone of the other's voice, Vachon knew Knight was right. He still hadn't entirely recovered, and it probably wouldn't be a good idea for him to go anywhere in case Divia's memories came back. "No problem," he finally stated. With that, Nick slipped out the door, walking slowly to his car. Getting in, he sat silently for a moment, and then in a flash he was out on the street, driving toward the precinct. Pulling into the parking lot and turning the ignition off, he again sat. He could feel something...something that wasn't quite right. Starting for the back door, he headed for his desk, the sense of something wrong on the edge of his senses. Despite wanting to do nothing with LaCroix and blocking his father out, he could feel the elder vampire's presence nearby. Just as he was about to sit down, Tracy called to him from the doorway of one of the conference rooms, "Nick, we got a new case last night while you were gone. Reese wants to talk to us about it." He stopped, gave a quick nod, and then approached her. Just before reaching the door, Nick slowed, the feeling of LaCroix' presence amplifying. Slowly entering, he found not only Reese and Tracy waiting for him, but his father as well. "Sit down, Nick. We have a few things for you to look at." He did as he was told, a folder being slid in front of him. Opening it, he found several photos from a crime scene. The victim looked similar to their previous ones, but it was different...the lacerations were thinner...the bite marks less desperate looking. Immediately, he was reminded of when he'd found Urs' body after Divia had attacked her. "We tried finding the victim's identity, but we haven't been able to find anything on them," Tracy explained. When the younger detective didn't continue and LaCroix didn't comment, Reese told him, "Natalie has confirmed that the woman is a vampire. She mentioned that she'd seen this before, about two years ago." He looked up from the pictures. "Divia. But...how?" LaCroix looked away at that, and then stated, "I did not scatter her ashes as I had told you. I kept them. Then, after moving some of my more personal items from the Raven to the apartment, I discovered the box that held them to be missing." Glaring at his father, Nick hissed, "You should have scattered her ashes, LaCroix! You of all people should know that the elder members of our kind can't be killed easily." "Don't you think I know that? It was a weakness. I...couldn't scatter them." Keeping his gaze locked with his sire's, he asked his Captain, "And what can we do about this?" "Not much, although your Community should be thoroughly warned. Not only that, but I want you here every minute you can, and no turning off your phone, Knight." "Fine, but I don't see why the precinct should be on alert if the only victim is a vampire." Reese stood, Nick's tension at being this close to LaCroix apparent. "This is the second. The first victim was found last night near the airport." Hearing that, Nick turned toward his superior. "A mortal...same MO. I want this situation taken care of, and LaCroix has promised that it would. Now, I want you to talk to Tracy, let her fill you the rest of the way in." He met his partner's gaze and nodded. He'd do anything to get out of this room. Tracy left the room, and as he followed, he felt a familiar grasp on his shoulder. He shrugged out of it, planning on going on his way. LaCroix roughly forced the younger to turn his way, one hand gently holding his son's face. "Be careful, Nicholas." Pulling out of the grip, Nick struck out without another thought, backhanding LaCroix as hard as he could with the short distance between them. The elder vampire was forced back into the wall, their matching golden stares again meeting. "Do not touch me, LaCroix! I want nothing to do with you." He watched the younger man stalk from the room, the anger emitting from his son, if possible, even stronger than before. Meeting the mortal's gaze for a second, he turned toward the door. "What is going on with you two? First a few nights ago, and now this!" Returning his attention to the mortal, he did what he could to harness his anger. "Nothing to concern you, Captain. One of Nicholas' moods, nothing more." With that, LaCroix exited much as his son had moments before, heading outside. Once the night air hit him, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. If only what he'd said had been true.... This was certainly not one of the younger's moods, nor did it look like Nicholas' hatred would ebb anytime soon. After a moment, he took to the air, unaware of the shadow following him. He slowed as he approached the Raven, landing several blocks away from the club, needing a few more minutes of the cool crisp air to calm his senses. Suddenly, he became aware of a presence behind him. He spun, finding a little girl--his little girl--standing a mere handful of steps away. She took a few steps closer, walking in a slow wide circle around him. "You are pathetic, Father. First, you reduce yourself to being an innkeeper for the weak. Then, you lower yourself to your prey, letting them control your thoughts and actions. And then, there's Nicholas...." Returning to her original position, she locked her gaze on him. "You really messed up with him, didn't you?" Only her last comment bothered him. Yes, he had messed up there, and now he knew there was nothing he could do about it. "What do you want, Divia?" he tiredly asked. "Come to finish your deed? To kill me?" "Not quite yet, Father. That will come, but first, I want to see you suffer!" She flew forward, stopping just in front of him. "I might let Nicholas live. I think he would welcome your death...delight in it even." She paused, smiling at him. "He hates you so much, Lucius. I can feel his thoughts of you as clear as your own. His hatred is nearly as strong as mine. How does that feel, Father? To be hated...loathed by one you hold so dear?" She could feel the other squirming under his hard exterior. "Think on it, Lucius, as I destroy you." Divia bounded into the air, leaving the alleyway empty except for himself. Closing his eyes, LaCroix did all that he could to hold his emotions in. Standing there, he wondered just what else Divia could do to him. He was, more or less, already destroyed. How could she do any more to him? Death would almost be a blessing with the feelings he was receiving through his bond with Nicholas. Consanguinity (15/20) After listening attentively to Tracy's explanation of everything that had happened during the last several days, Nick asked, "Is there anything else I should know about?" "Well..." she began, thinking aloud. Then, remembering the envelope she'd gotten the night before, she found it, passing it across to her partner. "Those are your tickets. They were delivered last night. Tomorrow night is the last night to get any extras." Nick just held the envelope before him, trying to remember what he'd be needing any tickets for. "You do remember, don't you Nick?" He just stared blankly at her. Waiting a moment, she stated in a whisper, "The Annual Policeman's Ball is in two weeks." Now, it hit him. A few weeks before he'd received something on it, but with everything that had been on his mind, he'd paid it no heed. He opened the envelope, pulling out the three tickets. One was for himself, another was for Natalie, and the third...the third was for LaCroix. He'd gotten the tickets before everything had manifested itself. The third ticket had been an afterthought. He had planned on inviting LaCroix this year, but now...now that had all changed. "Nick? Don't tell me you forgot." "No, I didn't forget. I just...wasn't really thinking about it." He looked away, wondering just what he was going to do. Hearing Tracy mention something about getting to work on a case, he nodded. As a folder was passed to him, he opened it and looked through its contents. However, his thoughts were not on his work in the slightest. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Natalie sat waiting for LaCroix to return, a mug of warmed blood in her hands. For the past several nights, he had returned minutes before dawn, and tonight was no exception. With sunrise less than a minute away, she finally felt his approaching form, and as he entered, she quickly handed him the mug. He stared at the offer for a moment before accepting it. Then, taking a sip of the warm liquid, LaCroix quickly had another. Soon, it was gone...every last drop. He went to the kitchen to refill it from one of the bottles from the refrigerator, completely ignoring his daughter's presence. He knew she had questions...questions about what his motivation was behind their intimacy. Although he now knew the answer, with everything that was happening, he couldn't tell her. Just as he had been drawn to Nicholas, he was drawn to Natalie. Although he rarely told his son that he'd loved him, not even when they had been lovers, he did love Nicholas. That same emotion was the root of his feelings for Natalie. He loved them both, and now it was all being ripped away from him. Pouring the last of the bottle into the mug, he threw the bottle in the trash, quickly downing the cold blood. Leaving the cup on the counter, he headed for the hall only to find Natalie standing in his way. "LaCroix? Is there-" He pushed her aside, cutting off her question. "Sleep," he stated, and then continued on toward his room. For some time she stood in the hall, her eyes locked on the closed door to his room. So much did she want to help him, but she couldn't. She had found out about what was bothering LaCroix from Grace. The night Vachon had been at the precinct, he and Nick had a confrontation. Apparently, Nick was remembering LaCroix' visits to him as a child. The events had set Nick on edge, and when his father had arrived at the parking lot making his usual comments, Nick had reacted. He'd told LaCroix that he should have just left him for dead that night. She could only imagine how LaCroix felt right now. Every night since then LaCroix had come back almost assuredly drunk, her lessons suddenly being put on hold. He'd shut her out, and now there was even more to deal with--Divia. She'd never met the girl, neither did she have any wish to. Yet, remembering the tactics Divia had used the last time.... She momentarily shivered at the thought. Divia had planned on killing all of those close to LaCroix, leaving him in solitude. Most likely, that plan was still in affect, and Natalie feared for herself. Being a vampire might not be a good thing...not when there's a little girl looking for the kind of revenge Divia was. Heading into the kitchen, she busied herself with getting breakfast and retrieving a couple of more bottles to put in the refrigerator. An hour later, she started slowly for her room, but paused at the door. Continuing down the hall, she carefully pushed LaCroix' door open, walking as quietly as she could across the room. She stopped at the side of his bed, looking down on his sleeping form. He was restless, the covers pushed off of him, the comforter sitting in a pile on the floor. She wanted to be able to do something for him, but...she knew he wouldn't let her even if she tried. Natalie slipped back down the hall, going to her room and preparing for the day. She almost went back to LaCroix' room and slid in his bed, but stopped herself before it became more than just a thought. If she did that, he would most certainly wake, and she knew he'd only tell her to go back to her room. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. The next night: Divia watched her father from a distance. She could just see in the windows to his apartment. Inside, were both Lucius and his daughter, Natalie. At that, her eyes burned gold. From her connection with Lucius, she could feel his feelings for both her and his son. Lucius loved them, and more than anything, he wished to pursue that love. He wanted to give them what he'd denied her. She couldn't allow that. Both of them would die. She waited patiently for Natalie to exit the building to go to work. When the younger vampire did just that, Divia flew from her hiding place, landing in front of the doctor. Immediately, Natalie knew who the child that stood before her was. "You're Divia." "I see you know about me. Then you must also know what I'm here to do?" She didn't get a reply, and took a step closer. "You will die, and then, so will Nicholas. Lucius will suffer for what he has done. I am only doing this because of him...know that." The younger vampire stood calmly before her, and Divia paused another moment before attacking. It was only an instant before her fangs tore into Lucius' newest child's throat, her nails already having created several sets of gashes on her body. Letting Natalie drop to the pavement, she stared at the crumpled form. The younger had been no match for her, her skills as a vampire still clumsy, many not even having been learned yet. Feeling Lucius' angry form approaching, she took to the air with a smile on her lips.... Now, it was time to meet Nicholas once more. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix flew to Natalie's fallen form, taking his daughter in his arms. Turning his gaze in the direction Divia had taken off, he let his vision turn scarlet. At the moment, he could feel nothing from Natalie...not even a hint of their link. Quickly, he flew up to his apartment, dialing the number of Nicholas' loft. When the answering machine picked up as he had expected, he hissed, "Pick up, Vachon. I know you're there!" He waited a few seconds, and then yelled, "Answer, Vachon!" "What do you want?" The simple, weary question made LaCroix pause, but only for a moment. "Come to my apartment, now. I don't want to leave Natalie alone...Divia attacked her, and I'm not sure if she's going to survive yet." The line was silent for a moment, no doubt as the information sunk into the other's mind. "I'll come. Just tell me where you are." He did exactly that before hanging up the phone. He turned back to Natalie, who was no different now than she had been when he'd found her outside. Pacing the room, he waited impatiently for the other to arrive. Divia would no doubt go after Nicholas next, and he couldn't let her kill his son. As soon as the younger vampire arrived, LaCroix quickly explained what had happened, and before leaving, gave Natalie one more glance. Divia wouldn't come back here, and he had to get to Nicholas. Reaching across their bond, he could feel Nicholas' powerful hatred being shot at him. Nicholas was still alive...at least he was thankful for that. Consanguinity (16/20) Tonight he just couldn't keep his focus. He'd been at the precinct for almost an hour, yet he still had a nagging sensation that someone was following him. For a time it had disappeared, but as of ten minutes ago, it was back in full force. The presence reminded him sharply of LaCroix, and after waiting another minute, he figured he'd go outside and deal with whoever it was. Stepping into the parking lot, he immediately knew that LaCroix wasn't the one that was taunting him. "Show yourself, Divia." She flew into view, slowly taking a few steps closer to him as she landed. "You're a lot stronger now than the last time we met. Still, you'll be no match for me. This time I'm prepared for you." Divia pulled a piece of wood...slender and about a foot long, its surface smooth. She ran a finger along its length, appraising its quality. Looking sharply back up at the other, she commented, "I really don't want to do this, Nicholas. At the same time, I know this will ruin Lucius." Nick lost sight of her for a moment, and then felt her behind him. He turned, only to receive a kick to his stomach, pushing him slightly off balance. Before he could recover, he felt her nails rip across his throat, the sensation more painful than the last time. On the edge of his senses, he felt someone approach--Tracy. He looked up, catching sight of his partner approaching. "Stay back, Tracy!" At his words, Divia turned toward the object of his attention. "And who is this mortal? Your partner?" "Tracy, get back inside, now!" "I think she should stay." Divia moved toward Tracy, and Nick flew forward, getting in her way. "Fine. You'll die first." She took the hand holding the stake and slugged him square in the jaw with it. The younger vampire fell to his hands and knees, and she grinned. On the edge of her senses, she felt her father's approach. Not only that, but she could see several mortals entering the area. As Lucius landed nearby, she roughly pulled Nicholas closer, embedding her fangs deep into his flesh, tasting his blood. As with the last time, she felt the taste rip through her...his blood was amazing. The flavor was even richer than before. It was no wonder her father was so attached to his son. Although she craved more, she knew that she'd have to finish him before Lucius had time to interfere. Divia yanked the younger to his feet, gripping him tightly by the neck and holding him just off the ground. In one quick motion, she stabbed forward, the stake being pushed into his chest, eliciting a gasp of disbelief. She smiled, sensing Lucius' too late approach. "Nicholas!" LaCroix called as he flew forward, shoving a laughing Divia to the side. His son lay before him, just barely alive. Although the wood hadn't pierced his son's heart, instead coming to rest just near it, if it wasn't removed soon, the younger would assuredly die. She kicked Lucius away from his dying child. "Nicholas won't be able to save you this time, Father. He might be strong enough to survive my attack, but he is not strong enough to survive a stake through the heart." Dragging her father to his feet, she threw him across the parking lot- -away from his precious Nicholas. Her anger boiled. How dare Lucius love one more than she...especially one such as this. "I thought you loved me more than the Gods? And yet, here you are, suffering over the death of your children...not even able to stand!" She lashed out with her hand, leaving a triple wound on his face as he supported himself on his hands and knees. "Time has weakened you, General. You're a pitiful excuse for the Roman you once were!" He looked up at her, countering, "And you are nothing like the daughter I once loved." Her eyes flashed crimson at the other's words. As before, she pulled out a weapon. Yet, it was not a stake as she had pulled out earlier that night, or the scythe she'd planned on using on Lucius the last time they met. Instead, it was a sword. "Recognize this, Father? I found this at your son's home...I believe it belongs to him." LaCroix caught sight of the blade, his eyes going wide upon seeing the hilt. Indeed, it was his son's. "Fitting, isn't it, that you should be killed with his sword.... I'm sorry that Nicholas couldn't have done the deed himself, he's...indisposed of at the moment." Divia moved closer, jerking Lucius to his knees. Then, she held the sword before him for a split second before driving the sword through his chest. Withdrawing it, she kicked him solidly in the jaw, the force slamming him into the ground. Roughly rolling him onto his back, she took the point of the sword and let it draw a thin line of blood just below his chin. The faint pain from the sword was nothing compared to the death on the edge of his senses. Nicholas was lying nearby...dying. If Nicholas didn't die before he did, he knew Divia would finish the task. He closed his eyes, knowing what was to come. He didn't have the energy to fight back...Nicholas' anger had drained it all. Even as he lay there, Divia standing over him in preparation to kill him, Nicholas was all he could think of. "Time to die, Father!" Raising the sword, she prepared to bring it down, only to feel a blade slice into her own neck, her eyes catching a flit of curly chestnut hair before everything went black. LaCroix glanced up, watching Divia's form collapse to the pavement. In her place he could see Natalie standing, a bloodied blade held loosely in her slightly stunned grip. A second later the metal went sailing to the ground, her hands going to her mouth. As she stared down on LaCroix and Divia's lifeless form, Natalie could barely believe what she had just done. She'd actually killed someone. True, Divia wasn't mortal, but still. And yet, as she stared down on Divia, her hands coming to rest at her side, she held no guilt over the girl's death. LaCroix breathed in the night air, relieved. His daughter, Natalie, was alive, but Nicholas.... He reached out across his link, finding his son on the brink of death. "Save Nicholas...please." She stared down on him a moment longer. Then, turning, Natalie half ran to the crowd of people that had gathered around Nick. One of his fellow detectives, Brian Garrison, was trying to get a grip on the stake, but was having trouble because of all of the blood. Nick was nearly unconscious...and she knew he wouldn't last much longer unless they got it out. All of a sudden, the wood budged, the stake easily sliding out. She held her breath, waiting for a scream, but none came. "Nick?" she called, trying to get him to turn his attention to her. He needed blood...and he needed it now. Natalie nearly bit into her own wrist, but with those present, she couldn't quite do that without revealing what she was. "Somebody give me a knife. Quickly!" Eventually a pocketknife found its way into her hand, and after a second of hesitation, she took the blade, making a relatively deep cut in her wrist. Placing the bleeding wound over Nick's mouth, she urged him to drink, begging him to take her blood. Just barely she saw him swallow. Shortly after, she felt his tongue lap against her wrist. A moment later she sharply inhaled upon feeling his fangs bite down and into her flesh. Nick drank from her for over a minute before she started getting weak from the sensation. Not only that, but having her blood drained was causing her own hunger to rise. Pulling away from him, she clutched at her wrist, making sure her eyes and mouth were tightly shut should she change. She could feel the attention of the others around her. Keeping the wounds on her wrist covered, she took in several deep breaths, trying to get her body to calm down. LaCroix staggered to his feet, his attention focusing on Divia's prone form. He closed his eyes, hoping this would be the last time he had to deal with her. Turning toward Nicholas, he approached. Natalie was barely in control, and needed to feed after giving her brother her blood. His son was extremely weak. And yet, as Nicholas' eyes stared back at him, the anger remained. Despite the events of the last short minutes, his child still hated him. He looked to Natalie, and ever so gently, he pulled her to her feet, leading her away from the crowding mortals. Spying Vachon, no doubt her mode of transportation, he approached the Spaniard. "Take her back to my apartment...I'll be there when I can." Vachon nodded, pulling Natalie against him, her eyes still closed against her hunger. He took to the air in an instant, hoping in the back of his mind that Knight would be okay...that they would all be okay. Turning his attention back to Nicholas, LaCroix approached, only to have his hand pushed away when he tried to brush it against his son's face. "Nicholas?" As his father tried repeating his action, Nick forced the hand away, wrenching himself from the mortals' grasp. Soon, he was standing, albeit barely, before LaCroix. Wavering slightly, he felt Tracy and Brian catch him. He pulled away from them, and as he again stood, he could feel his energy quickly draining. "Leave me alone, LaCroix," he forced, before thrusting himself haphazardly into the sky, leaving LaCroix behind to deal with Divia. Closing his eyes, LaCroix did what he could to keep his anger away. He had to deal with Divia, and now. Noting that there was a bit of a wind, he silently asked Reese for some matches. A few minutes later, he had managed to get some, and LaCroix started back to his daughter's body. "Aeternum vale, Divia. Odi et amo...forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit." Then, without any further actions, LaCroix struck one of the matches, lighting part of Divia's clothes on fire. Quickly, he lit several more matches; the first flames already starting to engulf her body. In no time her remains were on their way to becoming a pile of ash which was in turn being whisked away by the cool wind. He remained put for several minutes longer, and when her ashes had floated away on the wind, leaving nothing behind, he sighed. She was gone. Waiting for a moment, he slowly picked up the two swords; one being Nicholas', the other being his. His sword normally sat on display in his room...Natalie must have seen it there at some time. The other sword was a sword from Nicholas' mortal life. Divia must have taken it from his son's home. Eventually, he would return it, but not now. For now he needed to rest. He could feel a hint of pain through his bond with Nicholas. Despite wanting to go to his son, he knew it would only make matters between them worse. Doing his best to push the sensation to the side, his own injuries became more apparent. He took one last glance at the site where Divia's remains had burned, now only a few ashes remaining. Shooting a glare at the few stunned mortals that were still watching him, he leapt into the sky, heading for home. The mortals would most certainly want an explanation, but he'd deal with that later. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. [Paris, moments later] Ningal listened in on Aha's conversation. He was on the phone with another member of the Council. Divia was dead, and Aha's plan had failed miserably. As the phone was placed back on the receiver, he turned to her, not a tinge of disappointment on his features. Noticing her surprise, Aha commented, "I assure you that Divia's death is not a problem." "I thought you wanted her to kill Lucius?" "I did, but most importantly, I wanted to weaken Lucius. I've been told that his son's hatred is manifesting itself. Apparently, Nicholas' words have pushed Lucius to the edge, as I wished. Eventually, Lucius will break under the strain." "And if he doesn't?" He met her eyes, his smile not fading in the slightest. "Then we will simply try something else. Toronto's Community is getting too strong. The other New World cities are depending too much on Toronto for guidance. They should be turning to us, who have had far more experience dealing with the mortals. Lucius will either come around to our way of thinking, or he will die opposing us. Either way, he will lose the power he has in the Community." Ningal held firm as the elder vampire pushed passed her. "She knew Aha's plan would fail. Lucius was not as weak as he seemed. The Roman's strength was only fueled with anger. Aha had been surprised when Nicholas had outwitted him, and the younger vampire's thought processes worked much like his father's. Lucius' anger could burn brighter than his son's, and the elder vampire would also show that anger much easier. She had known right from the beginning that Divia would die in Toronto. Yet, Aha and the others of the Council did not listen to her. She was the youngest by nearly five hundred years, and ever so slowly, they were forcing her out of their decisions. Even so, she knew that the Council would kill her if she tried to leave on her own out of fear that she would side with Lucius and Nicholas, which she would. Considering Aha had tasted Nicholas' blood, she was surprised he didn't realize what the result of his actions would be. Since it merely weakened him, Ningal had decided to not comment on it. And yet, despite his underestimation of Nicholas and Lucius, the hatred Aha had, if it ever managed to truly manifest itself, could indeed destroy his opposition if he planned carefully. For the time being, however, she knew that the two would be safe from everything but themselves. [ Author's Note: LaCroix' words to Divia mean; 'Farewell forever, Divia. I hate and I love...perhaps one day it will be pleasant to remember even these things.' ] Consanguinity (17/20) A little over a week later, Nick stared down at the tickets in his hand, still trying to decide what to do about the third one. After Divia's attack, he had stayed home from work for a couple of days, giving his wounds a chance to fully heal. When he'd arrived home that night, he had known it had been a mistake to fly when he'd nearly collapsed on the roof. And yet, he'd needed to get away from there, from LaCroix. When Divia had staked him, LaCroix' emotions had slammed into him like never before. The elder vampire had wanted to kill Divia for the action. Yet, there was more in LaCroix' thoughts. Despite the hatred that he felt for his sire, the elder vampire hadn't stopped him. After Divia had been dispatched from the world once more, LaCroix had tried to comfort him...and then he had again let his anger lash out at him. How LaCroix could still feel the way he did, he didn't know. But perhaps, if his father was willing, they could make amends once again. He wanted their closeness to last, and he could, for the most part, forgive LaCroix of his actions. He would get the other's side...perhaps he was misunderstanding what was happening, although he didn't know how. Glancing up at the mortals around him, he waited for Natalie to stop by. She'd called a few minutes ago, mentioning that she had one of their reports ready and that she'd be dropping it off. He returned his attention to the ticket, his eyes catching on his sire's name, printed in the center of the piece of paper. Looking up, he found Natalie approaching their desks. Once she'd dropped off the report and prepared to leave, he stood, lightly grasping her arm. "Nat, I want to talk to you for a moment...." She nodded, letting him lead her to one of the conference rooms. "And?" Nick fidgeted. Then, before he destroyed LaCroix' ticket out of nervousness, he handed it to her. "Would you mind giving that to LaCroix? It's...his ticket to the Policeman's Ball this weekend. I had planned on inviting him before all of this happened, and I'm not going to back out on it. Tell him that I'd like to see him there." She looked at the ticket, nodding in answer. Nick wouldn't deliver the ticket himself, and she suspected that if he did, he and LaCroix would only get in another argument, making the situation worse. Turning to leave, she again felt Nick's hand pulling her back. She met his gaze, golden flecks filling his eyes. In an instant he was leaning toward her, his lips meeting hers in a short kiss, one that ended as suddenly as it had begun. "I miss you, Natalie." She looked down at his words, knowing just how truthful they were. "I know, Nick. I know." With that, she slid out of the room in a hurry, heading for her car. Nick looked after her, wishing that the last several weeks hadn't happened. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. As her shift ended, Natalie drove not to LaCroix' apartment, but to the Raven. Still, LaCroix was returning just before dawn, immediately going to sleep. She was almost positive he was spending his time at the Raven, so here she was. Aware that the back door was kept unlocked until sunrise, she went straight for it. She slowly approached the bar, the only sound being her light footsteps. He was sitting on one of the stools, leaning on the counter and staring at a glass of blood-wine. "LaCroix?" "Go home, doctor," he hissed, not turning to her. She stiffened faintly at his tone, but refused to obey. "Please, let me-" He spun in his seat, snarling, "Let me be! I told you to go home, and I expect you to do just that!" "I won't, LaCroix." Glancing down, she slowly pulled out the ticket Nick had given her. "I have something for you from Nick...." "I want nothing from him. He has made his feelings clear." With that, he turned back to his drink, taking a large swallow of the liquid. Approaching, she placed the ticket in front of him. "It's a ticket to the Annual Policeman's Ball...I know he would like to see you there, and I know this was a hard decision for him. Please don't shrug this off." LaCroix focused on the print before him, his name clearly visible in the center. Picking it up, he resisted the urge to crumple the flimsy material and toss it into the trash. "I'll...consider it, but I won't promise anything." "That's all he's asking, LaCroix." When he resumed his previous stance, she nearly turned and left him to brood...but she was concerned, so didn't. Stepping behind him, Natalie gently rested her hands on his back. Muscles tensed at her touch, but she didn't withdraw. After a moment, she slid her hands higher, massaging the tight muscles around LaCroix' neck. Although it took a few minutes, she felt him relax. He closed his eyes at Natalie's actions. It felt so good.... He wished he could give into his feelings, but he couldn't, not right now. Quickly finishing off the rest of his glass, he turned, shrugging out of her touch. LaCroix stood, holding her at arms length. "Go home, Natalie," he told her, even though that's certainly not what he wanted right then. As his vision began to fill with gold, he looked away, only for her to turn his head back. He tried to focus, but...he couldn't. After a second, he found himself leaning closer against his will. His mouth captured hers without resistance, his tongue slipping between her moist lips. Abruptly drawing back, he took several steps away, distancing himself from her. "LaCroix?" She watched him glance back at her, his expression indescribable. "I know this probably isn't the time to ask, but...why are you doing this? Why the kiss and what's happened between us? I have to know, LaCroix." "You are...very special to me." He forced himself to focus on something other than her. "I have said those very words to Nicholas for the same reason...Nicholas and no other." He paused, turning his gaze on his daughter. "Until now, that is." Natalie held her position, fully aware just what his words entailed. Nick was indeed special to him. He was LaCroix' favorite. Even if it was never precisely voiced, she knew LaCroix loved Nick. And now she was being compared to Nick...but how deep did the comparison go? "So...does that mean this is real? Or...is it just-" She stopped as his golden gaze turned to her. He flew in front of her in an instant, stating, "This is very real, Natalie. Very...very real." With his words, his hand brushed lightly against her cheek. He prepared to kiss her again, but stopped himself. He couldn't do this now, not when his and Nicholas' relationship was as uncertain as it was now. "Please go home, Natalie." She watched as he turned from her, going behind the bar to get himself another drink. As his gaze met hers again, she nodded, heading for the exit. Once his daughter's presence was gone, LaCroix filled his glass with blood. As an afterthought, he grabbed the empty bottles from earlier that night, planning on tossing them out. He threw them into the garbage, the force enough to shatter them on impact. Now that Divia had been gone for over a week, he needed to deal with other things. Grabbing the ticket Natalie had delivered, he stared at it. Reaching across his link with Nicholas, he noted that his son's anger had somewhat subsided. The younger even responded to his proddings, opening his thoughts to him. At the action, LaCroix pulled away from the connection, focusing again on the ticket. Yes, he would consider very carefully his response to Nicholas' invitation. The event would be crawling with mortals, but he would have Nicholas and Natalie there. He could handle a night among the humans in return for the presence of his children. As a smile came to his lips, he knew he'd almost assuredly attend the event...although whether he would stay the whole time or not, he wasn't sure. Consanguinity (18/20) Five nights later: Nick sat at their table, his thoughts coming closer to the surface by the second. LaCroix wasn't there yet. True, it was early--about a half hour until things began--but he still worried. What if he didn't come? Reese and his wife, Denise, were already there, sitting on the other side of Natalie. Brian Garrison was next to Denise, and then there were three empty seats. One was for LaCroix, one for his partner, and one for Vachon. He stared at the younger vampire's empty seat. Over the past week, Vachon had continued to improve. For the past three days, he seemed back to normal as if nothing had happened, and had moved into the church after cleaning it up. When he found out Tracy had invited him to the Policeman's Ball, he had urged her to rethink her decision. He had even suggested to Vachon that he shouldn't come, that he should rest for a few more days. The younger had said he'd consider it, but upon leaving, he knew that Vachon had already made his decision. Noticing Reese's attention catch on something, Nick turned the same direction. Approaching were Tracy and Vachon. Slightly surprising to him, he found the Spaniard in a tux, fitting in perfectly with the other guests. Reese slowly watched as the vampire sat next to Garrison, barely noticing as Tracy sat down. Vachon looked quite different now than he had that night at the precinct. In one word, he'd say the vampire looked, well, 'healthier'. "You seem to be doing much better than the other times we have met." Meeting the mortal's eyes, Vachon nodded. "I feel it, thanks to Knight." The last he directed toward the elder vampire with a faint nod, which was quickly returned. "A lot has changed in the past two years." Reese nodded. "Yes, a lot has changed. Have you gotten up to speed on everything?" "Yeah, Knight and Tracy have filled me in on everything." Looking straight at Reese, Vachon asked, "Knight mentioned you were going to see about getting me cleared since I didn't know what was happening-- either to me or in the mortal world." "It's been discussed, and you're being allowed to start over. As far as records are concerned, you've done nothing wrong. You will, however need to identify yourself-" "What? Identify...identify what?" Nick leaned forward, explaining, "The mortals are keeping records on us with information on who we are--who we were as mortals. It's pretty much just your mortal name, birth date and place." "Just?" Vachon shook his head. Mortals and their need to classify everything...of course they would want information on them. With that information, they could find out who they had been as mortals and link together their lives as vampires. He wasn't sure he liked it, but he supposed it could be worse. "When do I need to do this?" Reese watched the vampire turn his attention between Nick and himself. Once Vachon's eyes settled on him, he answered, "Anytime...just let me know and I'll set it up. It won't take long, just a few minutes." Watching Vachon nod, Tracy asked something she hadn't thought much about until now. "So...are you going to stay here in Toronto? I mean, I know there's not much to hold you here, but...I'm just curious." "Yeah, I think I'll stay. I moved back into the church, cleaned it up a bit. It's better than it was before...although I haven't figured out where my bike went to." Tracy blushed slightly, causing the others to turn to her. "I...kind of put it in storage. I'll get it out for you, if you'd like." "You put it in storage?" "Yeah." She fidgeted. "Well, I figured you might come back...I didn't know you had died...had been buried...." She looked away, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Vachon turned her head slowly toward him. "It's okay, Tracy. Knight told me what happened...that he had LaCroix take your memories of what happened away. You didn't know I was alive...I didn't really even know myself. He was only trying to spare you the guilt, and you shouldn't do this to yourself." She closed her eyes and nodded. "I know...Nick's told me the same thing." Exhaling, Tracy looked right at Vachon. "So...if you're coming back, do you know what you're going to do?" He shook his head. "I don't know yet. Nick said that I might want to talk to LaCroix. After all, I'm now the third eldest, and from what I've been told, most of Toronto's Community is young. I might be a slacker by mortal standards, but if there's something I can do, I will. LaCroix could have killed me anytime he'd wanted...I owe him for giving me a chance, even if it was really Knight that helped me." Turning to the other vampire, he commented, "Besides, I think Knight could use some relief from what's going on." Nick closed his eyes, Vachon's mentioning of LaCroix bringing his thoughts back to the surface. Taking a look at his watch, he pursed his lips. It was almost time for dinner, and still, LaCroix wasn't there. As his hope that the elder vampire would come began to diminish, he stiffened. Watching Nick tense, Natalie took his hand in hers, promising, "He'll be here, Nick. He told me he would." "But he's not," he whispered in response, glancing up at her. The words were quiet enough that only she would hear...and Vachon. Natalie glanced across the table, her eyes settling on the other vampire. Vachon acted as if he'd heard nothing, but she knew he'd heard the comment--she could see it in him. As Nick felt a familiar probing in his mind, he looked up to see LaCroix approaching. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his muscles relax. With a faint smile on his lips, LaCroix looked down on his son. "You didn't think I'd come?" "I...had my doubts. I'm glad to see you here, LaCroix. I know you didn't have to come." LaCroix held back his response, not sure how he was going to handle tonight. Sitting at the table, he noted that most of everyone else had already arrived. Spying Antonius out of the corner of his eye, he waited, and was presently surprised to find his glass to be filled with a fresh glass of blood. He watched the Italian pour drinks for all at the table, and he nearly said something when he filled Natalie's with red wine. A second later, however, Nicholas unobtrusively switched their glasses, the wine now sitting before his son. LaCroix sat, taking in the flitting conversations that had started up moments after his arrival without much interest. When dinner arrived, he again nearly acted when Natalie was served the same as the mortals, but stopped when he'd met Antonius' gaze. This was all a put on for the mortals so that they would think nothing was up. After all, as far as most of his daughter's co-workers were concerned, she was still mortal. Only three of the mortals knew what she was. Catching the Italian vampire's attention, he gestured to his glass. Once it was refilled, he resumed his observation of the events around him, Nicholas being his primary focus. Consanguinity (19/20) LaCroix leaned back in his chair and sipped a glass of blood-wine. The 'dinner' part of the evening was over, and other than himself, only that detective, Brian Garrison, remained at the table. The other six, his children, Nicholas' partner and the Spaniard, and the Reeses, had all left...to dance. Vachon and the detective seemed to be enjoying themselves, although he wasn't sure just what was going on with those two. Since the younger's return, Vachon had been a bit more...something than before. He almost seemed more passive, which was a difficult statement to make. Nicholas' partner appeared pleased at the younger vampire's presence, something he wasn't sure what to make of. Yet, that wasn't very important to him at the moment...his son was the focus of his attention, and would remain so for the remainder of the night. His eyes followed his childrens' movements, their forms swaying in perfect rhythm with the music. Nicholas was happy...more so that he'd been in several weeks. As a slow song began, he watched their bodies cling to one another. The sight was almost too much. Setting the glass down, he made up his mind and stood, approaching the two. With one hand on Nicholas' shoulder and his lips just a few inches from the younger man's ear, LaCroix spoke, "May I...cut in, Nicholas? Sitting is becoming tedious." His son nodded and, without any further comments, he and Nicholas switched positions in one quick motion. He smiled down on Natalie, pulling her just a little closer than was needed. As Nicholas' form flitted in his vision, he knew his son was aware of his feelings. He shot a smile to the younger, tightening his hold on Natalie even more, each of their bodies melding into the other's. As the song neared its end, he felt his daughter's nervousness rise...and so, he figured he would hand her back to Nicholas. He planted what was hopefully viewed as a platonic kiss on her forehead, and then led her back to their table. Nicholas wasn't there. Glancing about the room, he could find no visible sign of his son. He reached out across their bond and discovered Nicholas nearby. Excusing himself, he followed the younger vampire's presence, which led him to the men's room. Pausing just outside the door, he pushed the door in. Inside he found Nicholas staring into the mirror on the wall, his son's presence more troubled than usual. He approached from behind, their gazes meeting through their reflections in the mirror. "Nicholas?" "What do you intend with Natalie?" LaCroix didn't answer, and spinning to face the other, he commanded, "Tell me, LaCroix! I have to know." He looked away, and he could almost immediately feel Nicholas forcing him to turn back. The action was too much, at which he shoved his son away and into the wall. Golden eyes met golden eyes. Seeing the younger's anger surfacing, he reminded himself to remain calm as possible. The night had been going so well...he didn't want that to be ruined now. "She is my daughter, my child!" Watching the other man's eyes mellow, slowly returning to a light blue, Nick again demanded, "Tell me! I can see you getting closer to her, and I know what usually happens. Are you going to do what you've done in the past?" "No." He didn't know if he believed his sire's quick answer or not. There was clearly something more to the elder vampire's actions, but what? "Do you love her, LaCroix?" The question burned his senses. "My feelings for her are the same as they are for you," he stated after a moment, his eyes locking with the younger. Nick held the gaze. "And what, exactly, are those feelings?" Again, LaCroix looked away. What did his son want in answer? After a moment of complete silence he moved forward, not stopping until he was behind Nicholas. He reached out, letting his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of the younger man's neck. Just as he expected, Nicholas did something between pulling away from and bathing in the sensation. "My feelings are complicated, Nicholas." LaCroix leaned in closer, his hand pushing his son's head slightly to the side. Then, he moved closer, his lips barely touching where his fingers had met seconds before. "Reach out across our bond and tell me what you feel." With that, he again kissed the smooth flesh, his fangs teasing Nicholas. Nick did his best to focus on their link, but with LaCroix' attentions, it was difficult. His father's thoughts were jumbled, but it was clear just where he wanted this encounter to end. Memories of their past, when he'd held nothing back from LaCroix, flooded his mind. Feeling a fang graze his throat, just piercing the skin, Nick clenched his jaw as the slow trickle of blood was licked away. When a trail of kisses started moving upward, he pulled back from the touch, putting space between them. "Did that answer your question, Nicholas?" He closed his eyes, not sure how, or if, he should respond. "You want us both...as..." his words ceased of their own accord. He couldn't speak what he knew to be true...he couldn't accept it. Observing the hidden repulsion in his child, LaCroix let his exterior return to the hard shell usually displayed to others. "You know that answer. Our relationships are complex and are not bound by petty human morals." He glanced away for a moment, and then focused solidly on his son within the amber sea before him. "You and Natalie are my children...my companions, if you will. What is there to say that you can't also be my lovers? You are mine, Nicholas, and so is Natalie. As my children, you are my companions, and, if possible, something more. Time passes us by, Nicholas. Some things change, and others, such as family, never do. Without companionship, eternity is unbearable...I would think that your experiences would have taught that to you by now." LaCroix' statement hit close. The elder vampire always knew where to hit him. Eternity was indeed unbearable without companionship, but without trust, something he'd had little of from LaCroix, it was difficult to keep close relationships...mortal or otherwise. "My experience has taught me not to trust you, LaCroix. Ever since the beginning, you've lied to me...tricked me. There are some things in our past that I will never be able to forgive you for." His son's words stung him more than he would admit. Nicholas' anger hadn't subsided, and he was beginning to doubt it ever would. Divia had been right about one thing: he had messed up in regard to Nicholas. And now, he was paying for it. "Then know this, Nicholas; you, my children, are all that I have." He paused for a few seconds, and then stated, "If you are to hate me, you might as well run a stake through my heart; it would be less painful." Nick closed his eyes at the words, clenching his jaw. This night was supposed to be to heal their wounds...not to deepen them. Opening his eyes, he his own gaze in the mirror. LaCroix had left. He waited a few seconds, and then spun on his heal, going after him. He caught up to the elder vampire just outside the entrance to the building, faintly surprised that the other hadn't yet taken to the sky. "Wait, LaCroix." Stopping at his son's words, he refused to turn around. "I may not be able to completely forgive you, but I don't want us to continue like this any more than you do. Why do you think I invited you, LaCroix?" He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his thoughts. Turning, he asked, "And what, pray tell, do you think our relationship will become, Nicholas?" "I don't want it to be like it was in the past. If you can accept the fact that I'm not like you, and that I'm my own person, I will accept your feelings for both Natalie and myself." Nick could feel his father's hesitation. "I won't back out unless you do. I want this to last, LaCroix. Despite some of my actions, know that I am your son. Make of that what you will." When the elder man didn't answer him, he asked, "Please stay, LaCroix. Stay a while longer...." "I'll consider it, Nicholas. I...need some air." LaCroix turned away from him. For several seconds he stood where he was. Tentatively, he stepped forward, putting his hand on his father's shoulder. At his action, the elder man momentarily glanced back at him, accepting the gesture. "I'll be inside." He waited a little longer before heading back inside, hoping LaCroix would join him later. For the next hour things went relatively smoothly. Then, he could feel how uncomfortable LaCroix was. He didn't say anything, aware that the other would shake his comments off. Yet, a few minutes later when he was looking for Natalie, he found them both gone. He spent several minutes searching for them, but through their link he knew that neither of them was there. Staying for a few more minutes, he left, heading for LaCroix' apartment. Consanguinity (20/20) Landing on the roof of Nicholas' home, LaCroix unlocked the skylight. When he turned to Natalie, he found her standing, a surprised look on her features. It hadn't taken much persuading to get his daughter to leave with him, but she must have expected them to go to his apartment. "Why are we here? I thought-" "We are here because I'm hoping to surprise Nicholas. Now, come," he said, holding his arm out. She stepped closer, and in an instant they had descended into the room below. Releasing her, he walked stealthily over to the refrigerator, pulling out one of the many bottles inside. Quickly pouring two glasses, he put the bottle away and handed one of the glasses to Natalie. "Drink, my dear, it will make you feel better." She eyed him for a time before taking a sip of the blood. Immediately she could feel her energy returning, much of which had been used up at the ball. LaCroix quickly finished his glass, and as he watched her, she became nervous. Drinking the rest of her glass, she found the object being gently taken from her. "LaCroix?" "Ce qui, ma fille?" he breathed as he moved nearer. She shivered at his smooth words, her loose knowledge of French failing her for the moment. "Mon bel enfant...ma belle fille...." Leaning in, he kissed her lightly on her lips. "LaCroix, this is-" "What?" he asked, repeating his previous action, only with more intensity. Drawing back, he waited for her to comment, instead receiving a kiss of his own. Inwardly, he smiled, taking in her flavor. He pulled her to him, flying them up to the balcony. As she forced her tongue into his mouth, he tried to keep his expression straight. Oh how quickly her passions rose.... Her hands went to his shoulders, slipping his jacket back. He let it drop to the floor, smiling down on Natalie as she slowly undid first his bowtie, and then the buttons on his shirt. She pushed the fabric away and kissed him on the collarbone. The sensation was almost too much as her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his throat. Stepping back, he found her willingly following him. As soon as she would reach for him, he moved back again, until they were soon at the edge of his son's bed. Getting on the bed, he scooted back, letting her overcome him. Soon, she was above him, holding his arms down on the bed. "And just what do you intend to do now?" he asked, his voice showing hints of the vampire's presence. Natalie smiled, knowing just what she was going to do. Preparing to meet his lips, she changed her target at the last moment, instead kissing his neck. Quickly she moved away from that area, moving her attention lower. She let her lips lightly brush against a nipple, at which he sharply inhaled. Kissing him in the same place, she let her fangs graze against the skin. He closed his eyes, letting Natalie do as she wished. A few seconds later, he felt her attentions move to his abdomen, and then he felt a sharp increase in sensation as one of her teeth pierced his flesh. The released blood was licked away at once, her actions continuing lower and lower. When she reached his stomach, he felt her undo his belt, the button of his pants going immediately after. Before she could do more, however, he sat up, pulling her to him. In an instant, their roles were reversed, his gaze staring hungrily down on her. Although what he really wanted was her blood, he enjoyed these games. They made the prize so much more enjoyable. Feeling Nicholas' mind brush against his, he reached out with his senses, hearing the younger's car pull up outside. His son would most certainly have a surprise waiting for him.... LaCroix grinned at that, his hands quickly going to Natalie's dress, removing the hindering fabric. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Stepping out the elevator, Nick immediately knew something was amiss. He could hear movement from his room, and he easily flew to the second level. There, he found LaCroix' jacket and tie, and standing in the doorway to his room, he froze at what met his eyes. There, in the center of his bed, were Natalie and LaCroix, each less than half dressed. Taking a step closer, he watched his father's attention turn his way. "Would you like to join in on the fun, Nicholas?" He waited a moment for his son to get past his shock. When that didn't appear to be happening, LaCroix stood, approaching the younger man, Nicholas' eyes following him the whole time. Stopping in front of his son, LaCroix took the other's chin in his hand, his thumb rubbing against his lips. At the action, Nicholas closed his eyes, the sensation clearly being pleasing. "I know your feelings, Nicholas. Give into them." With that, he leaned closer, their lips meeting without resistance. As long ago memories came back to him, Nick deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking the elder man's canines, which led to their descent. LaCroix quickly pulled back, something between a grin and a smirk plastered on his lips. "I think Nicholas is overdressed for the occasion...what do you think, my dear?" he asked, taking a glance at his approaching daughter, dressed only in her undergarments. His attention turned fully to her, his mind appreciating every line and curve of her supple form. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the sight before him captivated his son as well. Natalie approached and moved behind him. She didn't answer the question with any words, instead pulling Nick's jacket back and off of his shoulders. Then, she and LaCroix switched places, Nick's attention drifting between them. Next, Natalie repeated the same actions she had on LaCroix. Her hands then went quickly to his waist, and in a few seconds he was wearing nothing but his boxers. "Natalie-" She cut him off with a kiss, and he returned it, pulling her body against his, their nearly bare skin making each of their needs grow. Pulling apart, their gazes burned golden. LaCroix let his fingertips trace along Nicholas' back, jolting the younger back to the tasks at hand. Then, as his son picked Natalie up, taking her to the bed, he rid himself of what remained of his clothes before joining them. Not wasting any time, Nick cut the thin fabric of her underwear with his teeth, tossing the scrap to the side. He ignored her protests as he first kissed her lower abdomen, and then moved slowly upwards. Reaching around to her back, he undid the hooks of her bra, which quickly became yet another pile on the floor. He immediately took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on the mound as if it were the only object of his attention, which it was. Moving his focus to the other one, he nibbled carefully on her nipple before letting his fangs just prick the sensitive flesh. She moaned, and as he pulled the blood into him, the sound deepened. Looking up at her, he prepared to continue, but found strong arms wrapping around his waist. LaCroix pulled Nicholas back and against him. His son struggled against him, a low rumble beginning in the younger's chest. Nibbling the younger's ear with care, he spoke, "I know what you want, Nicholas, and I want to give it to you...." With that, he continued to tease the younger with his fangs, letting them draw a few drops of blood from his son's neck. Quickly, he pulled Nicholas' shorts off, leaving the younger on his hands and knees. The other's body was tempting him greatly, and as his two children’s greedy stares focused on one another, he put his hands on Nicholas' lower back. His son's form was already relaxed. He massaged the younger's back, his hands covering every inch of the flesh before him. Moving his actions lower, LaCroix slid a finger down the middle of Nicholas' back. When he reached his target, he easily slipped into the waiting opening. As the younger smiled, he noted that he needed no more preparation. He shifted so that Nicholas was right before him. He positioned his hard cock just outside Nicholas' ass, at which he felt the other's breathing deepen. Putting his hands on the younger vampire's hips, he pushed himself gently inside his son. Nick closed his eyes as LaCroix entered him. After a moment, he stared down, finding Natalie waiting eagerly beneath him. LaCroix slowly began to thrust, the sensation only making his own arousal even more pronounced. Lowering himself, he buckled as the elder vampire pushed deep into him, and he was engulfed by Natalie's warm core. At first, he just lay there, letting LaCroix continue to stab into him increasingly faster. His skin burned with every wisp of the air, every touch on his skin. He clutched Natalie to him, his face buried in her neck. Becoming accustomed to the motion, Nick began his own thrusting, and now it was Natalie that was holding on to him, her hands digging into the muscles of his back. He let his fangs slice into Natalie's shoulder, the small amount of blood driving him ever closer to the edge. He needed release, and soon. Even as Natalie pulled him closer, he found himself being pulled just out of reach, LaCroix' hands wrapping around his waist. Kisses and nibbles dotted across his back. Every now and then he would feel a slash on his back from LaCroix' teeth, the actions only increasing his need even farther. When Natalie started planting kisses along his collarbone and throat, he nearly screamed, his senses on the edge of overload. "Oh God..." he moaned, trying desperately to calm himself. LaCroix inwardly smiled at his son's comment. To himself, he thought, 'Gods be praised, indeed.' To have such wonderful companions was not something to be considered lightly. Already he could feel his son being pushed to his limits. Without warning, he bit deeply into Nicholas' shoulder, the action causing a short cry of pleasure from the younger man. In an instant, Nicholas drew Natalie to him, his fangs taking her blood as she took his. Although not a complete circle, after a moment he could begin to taste his daughter's flavor through Nicholas' quickly thinning blood. Loosening his grip on the younger, LaCroix drew away. Nicholas' blood spoke to him in volumes. It had been centuries since Nicholas had been so comfortable in this situation. Perhaps that was due to Natalie...he had to admit that she was quite interesting...mind and body. Thinking of her, even in this flitting manner, made his need grow exponentially. Their passions cooled, but all too soon he watched as Nicholas, even as energy and blood deprived as he was, begin to tease Natalie's soft breasts. For some time, he merely observed the actions. Finding himself drawn closer, his lips began their own pleasuring of her smooth flesh. As it was still night, LaCroix wondered to himself just how long this would last...how long they would last before all of their energy was used up. But, for the moment, that was of no concern. Only the two he was with right now were in his mind's eye, and they consumed each and every one of his thoughts. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix woke, finding his children lying atop him, their arms and legs tangled with his own. It had been so long since he'd woken in such a state...too long. Even on their little vacation, Nicholas had quickly left after their encounter. His thoughts saddened, wondering if it would happen once more.... He pushed the thoughts away, taking his son's sleeping form in. Nicholas was so very beautiful when he slept. With the smile that presently sat on the younger's lips and the soft golden hair that flowed from his head, LaCroix found it impossible to divert his attention from the sight. After a moment, he closed his eyes, taking in a slow, deep breath. At the motion, he could feel faint stirrings from Nicholas, and he feared what his action would be upon waking. Waiting, LaCroix was rewarded with two needy eyes staring back at him, not a touch of malice or guilt anywhere to be seen. When Nicholas laid his head back on his shoulder, the elder vampire smiled contently. This was wonderful...absolutely wonderful. He could stay right here forever, and would if it were at all possible. He ran his fingers through Nicholas' hair. When his son reached across their bond, he was at first startled at the sensation. But, feeling the joy emanating from his son, he relaxed once more. LaCroix turned his attention momentarily to Natalie, her form just as calm as Nicholas. He had been waiting for this for so long, and now.... He smiled to himself, closing his eyes. As he began to drift back to sleep, three words just barely managed to escape his lips: "Mes beaux enfants...." ~fin~ Well, that's the end...for now, anyway. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'd love to hear any comments! Thanks for reading! Jarvinia jarvinia@gmx.com @>--,---`---