Things Fall Apart December 2002 Jarvinia Forever Knight and its characters and concepts don't belong to me, I'm just having a bit of fun in writing this. Any characters not recognized are mine (like Antonius and a few others) and may not be used without permission. On a general note, this story is PG13 mainly for a bit of violence. This story is actually the sixth in a series that started with the story 'Another Knight', and draws the most from 'Pawns of Kings', but, I think if you know vampires are known to the world and that Natalie is a vampire, you can read this on it's own...I think. (It should, at least, make some sense). I'd like to thank David and amethystshells for betaing this. I'd also like to thank everyone who sent feedback on the previous stories, particularly 'Pawns of Kings'. May not be archived without permission, although if you'd like to, please ask! Feedback is gratefully accepted at: jarvinia@gmx.com Now, on to what you're waiting for--the story.... ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~ Things Fall Apart - Prologue A computer screen glowed brightly in a relatively dark room, a mouse clicking incessantly while little boxes became numbers. He purposely skirted around some, knowing exactly what lay beneath them--mines. Whatever mortal had invented Minesweeper, he wondered if they ever imagined that more than just mortals would play it. The game, although simple, was something to do to pass the time until the sun rose in a short couple of hours. He only had a corner of the window left to clear, and he started to take a little more care as to where he clicked. He was going to win this game, and nothing was going to stop him. Seconds later, the monitor flicked off, the room being emerged in complete darkness. For a moment, his eyes glowed golden as he glared at the screen. "Damn...stupid power." He reached down, unplugging the computer as it was simply plugged into the wall, and then turned the monitor off. Then, when the power remained off, he stood, went to the doorway, and leaned out of the room. "Is the whole house dark?" He heard an affirmative answer, at which he turned back to the room. It wasn't entirely unusual for the power to go off. But, it also rarely stayed that way for long. Several minutes passed and he became somewhat concerned when the power stayed off--particularly when he could see the houses nearby outside the window, all, by the looks of it, with power. He pushed his thought away, heading across the room and lying down on the couch. Seconds later, however, he sat bold upright as something rocked the building slightly. By the noise, his first guess was a bomb, remembering the sound from his past...but this was almost the end of the twentieth century. What would a bomb be doing here, in the present, and in a residential area for that matter? The scent of smoke entered his senses, at which he went out into the hallway. A scream ripped through the air, and a deep orange glow was visible in both directions down the hall. The smoke quickly became denser and started to bother his eyes. He took several steps back, and then spun on his heel as the window shattered. Then, he just saw the outline of something flying toward him, which half exploded on contact with the floor, engulfing the room in fire. He instinctively pulled back, his fangs descending and eyes changing. It had only been seconds since the glass had broken, but it felt like so much longer. He caught fleeting glimpses as a couple of other objects made their way into the room, and his eyes focused on one--a flaming arrow. Then, he staggered as something ripped into him. He glanced down, seeing an identical arrow embedded in his shoulder. Yet another chaser landed in the room, the flames licking at his legs, forcing him to back up. Soon he found himself trapped in a corner, the fire coming ever closer. He snarled at the orange and yellow, his space becoming smaller and smaller. He looked around, fire coming at him from all sides. The flames were catching his clothes on fire and burning his skin. As the fire swallowed him, he screamed, the sounds fading into the dark night. Things Fall Apart - (01/33) Lying awake, LaCroix immediately knew something was out of place. Reaching out with his senses, he found only his two children, Nicholas and Natalie. Both were sleeping soundly in the next room, just as they had done for the past couple of weeks. Still, he knew all was not right. Feeling the sun still high in the sky, he glanced at the clock to get the exact time--just a few minutes after noon. It couldn't be one of the Community and, therefore, it could wait. He relaxed slightly, but several minutes later, his ears picked up the sound of faint knocking. After a moment, it became more insistent...loud, even. Not only that, but he felt something, he just couldn't place it. Feeling his anger rise, he wondered who dared to wake him at this hour. He rose quickly and started for the door in his pajamas, hoping that Nicholas and Natalie would remain asleep. He would deal with this, and quickly. Nearing the door, he hesitated slightly, realizing that the one on the other side was not mortal--it was a vampire. Composing himself, he opened the door to find a dark haired man waiting impatiently on the other side. The other stood a couple of inches shorter than himself, several minor burns easily visible on the vampire's face and hands. Off hand, he estimated the other was a little younger than Nicholas...perhaps by a hundred years. This one had participated in the vote against the Council on the behalf of Seattle's Community. He faintly recalled the man's name to be Damien and that the vampire's sire was his city's Elder, but any other information eluded him. Holding his position, LaCroix waited patiently for the other to speak, wanting an explanation for the intrusion. The younger vampire's stance shifted, his brown eyes eventually locking onto LaCroix' blue. "LaCroix, I must speak with you now." At first, the Roman remained precisely where he was, but after a moment, he stepped out of the way so the other could enter. He watched as his guest walked in, and then after nearly a minute, he tersely asked, "What is so important to bring you here, and in the middle of the day, no less?" "The mortals have attacked us," Damien stated, becoming somewhat nervous as the other's anger surfaced. "M-my Community lost several of its members this morning when several mortals burned down one of our homes. It was a...safe-house of sorts...for those that do not have permanent shelter." At that, LaCroix found he could contain himself no longer. "The mortals knew about this shelter of yours?!" Backing up from the force of the words, Damien countered, "No, LaCroix, they didn't know about it until this morning--after the attack." He stopped, waiting for LaCroix to calm, and then further explained, "The mortals' immediate reactions are split. Some are seeing the act as if it had been committed against their own kind, but others are viewing us as inhuman creatures that should be destroyed." He paused a second time, this time lowering his voice before continuing. "None of this was foreseeable. There haven't been any other threats or attacks on Seattle's Community, and no major protests since the matter of our existence among the mortals had begun to settle. Everything has been quite--until this morning." LaCroix wanted to get to the bottom of this incident. Damien's visit was, indeed, important, but he wondered why the younger vampire hadn't simply called. Seattle was, after all, on the other side of the continent. "How many were killed?" He swallowed nervously, knowing the other would not be pleased. "Seven. Several others were severely burned while escaping, and the deaths have the Community on edge." LaCroix closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Seven had perished...a so-called 'lucky' number. Whether that luck extended to the mortals or themselves remained to be seen. For now, he wanted to know more. "Why have you come here? Doesn't your sire need your help in this matter?" Looking down, he spoke, his control slipping and voice cracking with emotion, "He died in the flames. He owned the shelter. I-I came here for help. I may be the eldest in the city now, but I do not know what to do...or how to do it." Incredulous at the words, LaCroix took several steps away, asking, "You left at a time like this? Why didn't you just call? For that matter, why did you come here? You could have gone to Vancouver, or Portland...or San Francisco if you are that desperate." "I had no choice if I wished to keep this relatively quiet. The Community knows I am absent. As for why I did not go to a nearer city...their Communities are small and weak. You are the second eldest of our people on this continent, and our Community, though smaller than Toronto's, has been run very similarly." He knew where this conversation was headed. "You want me to come to Seattle to deal with this," he stated with a hint of distaste. "Only until things are back under control," the dark haired vampire assured. LaCroix felt something and caught movement from the hall. Turning slightly, he could see his two children, Nicholas' hands resting protectively on Natalie's shoulders. "What's going on, LaCroix?" Nick asked, remaining in place for a moment. Receiving no answer, he moved from behind Natalie and stopped so that he faced both his father and the other. Looking the guest over, Nick noticed the burns and saw how weak he was. When the other swayed, he stepped forward and helped the weakened vampire to a chair. Natalie quickly retrieved a bottle from the fridge and started back to the other room. As she approached, LaCroix stopped her advance. She met his gaze, and after a moment, he took the bottle from her and passed it to Nick, who then uncorked it and gave it to the other vampire. Nick watched as the younger gulped down the blood, and he again asked his father, "What's going on?" The Roman met his son's eyes. He knew he'd have to explain--and now. The situation warranted immediate action, and he already knew he would be leaving for Seattle with the setting of the sun. Inhaling, he explained, "The mortals have made a successful attack on Seattle's Community." Nick's eyes widened, and then turned to their guest. "Seven died this morning, including our City Elder...my sire." Damien looked into the slightly older vampire's gaze. He so envied LaCroix' son. Nicholas was much like himself. True, he was in his mid-twenties when brought across, younger than Nicholas by a decade, but their relationship with their sires had been much the same--close but rocky at times. Nicholas still had his father, but he, as of a few hours before, was completely alone. At the same time, he feared for Nicholas, wondering what would be in store for him. Calming himself, he knew he needed to explain everything that had happened, and started at the beginning. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. "Early this morning in the Seattle area, a group of mortals, their identities as of yet unknown, set fire to the home of the Vampire Community's City Elder. Seven died in the flames--all vampires. As of tonight, Toronto's Elder, Lucien LaCroix, has left for the States to assist in this matter. Nicholas Knight will be the head of the Community here in Toronto until further notification. "In related news, the events in Seattle have spurred widespread reaction. Protests have broken out across the continent. Some condone the actions taken against the Vampire Community, while others, such as these protestors at the University of Toronto, have a very different view." As the television screen switched to views of protests, Tracy stared wide-eyed, listening to the words. She heard demands of 'get them out of our cities', 'get them away from our families', and even a few religious protestors asking for 'the earth to be cleansed of these unholy creatures'. She kept herself as calm as she could. Although there were others still watching the news, Tracy reached forward and switched it off. She stood as most of the others dispersed, not getting any complaints for her action. "And I honestly thought all of this was settled," Brian Garrison, one of the detectives, stated. Tracy turned to face him and nodded. "I had hoped it was over, but at the same time, I knew everything was too calm. At least now I know why Nick hasn't shown up." "And he won't be in until midnight," Reese mentioned, approaching the two detectives. "I just got a call from Natalie. She's on her way in, but Nick's trying to get things settled. He said something about making sure the Community was reassured." Spinning, Tracy started for the exit. "I'll be back...I'll be at the Raven if anyone needs me." "Tra..." Reese began, stopping as she disappeared. He shook his head and commented to Brian, "She's a good detective, but sometimes I wonder if those two should have remained partners. Knight has so much going on, and-" "And if he was partnered with anyone else, I could imagine the reaction. They trust each another, and that's something I expect doesn't come easily to Knight, especially now," Brian told him. Reese nodded and gave a good look around the precinct before heading back into his office. They would all just have to watch as events unfolded. Things Fall Apart - (02/33) "So, Knight, what do you want us to do about what happened? Until LaCroix returns, you're in charge." Looking across the table at the Spaniard and then the Italian, he stated, "I know I am, and I'm not exactly thrilled with it. While he's gone, I'm going to need some help from you two." Antonius slowly leaned back in his chair. "What kind of help? I still have the distributary to run." "It won't interfere with that. For tonight, I want you to patrol the city until eleven forty five, and then, stay here at the Raven until closing." Turning toward the other, he told Vachon. "I want you to patrol until a half hour before dawn, and then come back here to make sure everything is under control before heading home." As Antonius watched on, Vachon nodded his agreement, but the Italian wasn't as ready to accept his place in this. "Just curious, but why isn't Vachon going to be at the club? Being older, shouldn't he be here?" "That is precisely why I want Vachon out there." Antonius met the elder vampire's eyes, and nodded. Even though Vachon had only recently recovered, he knew Nicholas had done well choosing their roles. The Spaniard was stronger than him, something that would more likely be needed on patrol. Nicholas had asked him to come because of his ability to negotiate. If he needed to break anything up, that's what the bouncers were for. He hadn't needed to question the matter, but he did out of instinct--the same reason Nicholas gave him the task and not Vachon. He supplied a single, solid nod to the other, stating, "In a strange way, I think this was meant to happen. You would make an excellent City Elder." With that, he stood and, giving a glance to Vachon, headed for the exit. Standing, Vachon put his hand on the older man's shoulder, commenting, "I'll second that, Knight." Nick closed his eyes at the touch. As the other left, he took in a deep breath. Although the two seemed to have confidence in him, he wasn't sure he could do this for LaCroix. For now, things were going well, but if something happened.... Taking the bottle that sat in the center of the table, Nick refilled his glass as one of the waitresses took the other two glasses. He held it up and stared through the blood, his eyes locking on the entrance. The bouncer and a mortal were arguing, and the latter's heartbeat matched his partner's. Getting a glimpse of her blonde hair, he stood and started for them. "Come on, just let me in...I want to talk to Nick." "No mortals. How many times do I have to tell ya?" "It wasn't that way last week when I came by!" She tried to push her way past the vampire, but he wouldn't budge. "Come on!" "Unless it's an emergency, I can't let..." he trailed off feeling a hand on his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the elder vampire. "Let her in," Nick demanded. A moment later, he guided his partner past the bouncer, leading her through the club. He headed straight for the office, the others in the club backing out of their way. Her partner shut the office door, and she winced. She could almost feel his anger. "You shouldn't be here. Not right now." "I know...I just wanted to make sure everything was going okay. What happened was on the news, including LaCroix going to Seattle and you being left in charge." She paused, seeing his anger fade. "So you're coming in at midnight, then?" "Yeah. Just for tonight." He turned away and, walking around the desk, sat down. In front of him sat a few envelopes. Among them were the electric and phone bills for the Raven. When LaCroix had left, not only did the responsibility of the Community and the Raven transfer to him, but so did all of the bills and paperwork. He tossed one of the envelopes to the side and silently wondered how long the elder vampire would be absent. "Nick? Are you going to be okay with this?" He looked up at her, but she didn't know what to make of his expression. "I mean, there's all of this, and then there's work too." He nodded, his eyes focusing on the desk. "I'll be fine, just busy. Vachon and Antonius are helping, but I can only ask them to do so much." As Nick stood, she asked, "Is there anything I can do?" When he stumbled for words, she again asked, "Anything, Nick?" "I..." he tried to think of something, and then realized that LaCroix' radio show started in a couple of minutes. "Could you put in a tape of one of the Nightcrawler shows in? It doesn't matter which one...just start it at ten, and make sure it's on." "Sure, Nick." Tracy turned, preparing to leave, but spun back. "Uh, Nick? Is there anything else I could do for you? I could stay for-" "No...no, I'll be fine for the next couple of hours. There really isn't a lot for me to do, it's just...." "It's not something you're used to." He nodded, managing a weak smile. "Yeah. Whenever LaCroix had left in the past, usually Janette was left in charge-not me. I've never wanted to deal with everything, not like this, so I didn't really mind, even if it was frustrating at times." Pausing, Nick realized he was drifting, and continued, "Like I said, I'll be fine. I'll be at the precinct around midnight." She watched him, knowing all was not well. Nick rarely mentioned anything from his past; it was something he just didn't do under normal circumstances. Although she wouldn't mind learning more, she knew from his stance and expression that now was not the time. Finally giving him a nod, she headed for the sound booth, closing the door as she left. As silence surrounded him, Nick let out a breath, and then inhaled deeply. The action calmed him, and he sank into LaCroix' chair, leaning back into the soft leather. After giving himself a moment to relax, he reached for the electric bill. It wasn't due for another two weeks, but he wanted to get it over with while he had the time. When Tracy's heartbeat gradually faded from his senses, he pulled the bill out of its envelope and got to work. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Sitting at Nick's desk, Natalie stared across to where Tracy was working on a case. She had already been there for about fifteen minutes and she was having a hard time remaining calm. She needed to talk to someone--more precisely, she needed to talk to Nick. Sure, Tracy was there, she knew what she was, and she knew Nick, but it was different. Right now, she needed an assurance that things would turn out okay...that her choice in becoming a vampire for Nick hadn't been a big, un-thought out decision. She knew she hadn't considered everything, but until now, she had believed she could handle it. Now, she wasn't so sure. "Trace...with what's happening...I know you went to the Raven earlier, and well, I guess I just want to know how Nick is? We didn't get to talk much before I went to work." Looking up, Tracy pursed her lips. What was she supposed to say? Nick was handling everything, but she also knew he didn't want to be left in charge. With what Nick said earlier, she wondered how everything really was with him...and the only way she could find that out was by talking to him. "I honestly don't know, Nat. He should be here in a few minutes, though. It's almost midnight." Nodding, she did what she could to relax. Seconds ticked by, not even a minute, and she found Nick walking toward her. He was a little surprised at her presence, but his tired appearance overshadowed her initial impression. She pursed her lips, softly asking, "How are you, Nick?" He stopped just short of Natalie's position. "As well as one can be, considering. I'm just wondering what this will mean for the Community, for us." She held his gaze, the haunted sparkle in his eyes saddening her. She hated seeing that in Nick. Standing, she approached him, her hand gently rubbing his upper arm. She could see his body and mind react to the touch. It was the action of a friend, but between them, it meant much more. "Nick...." His stare cut off her words, and as he watched her stand before him, her fingers now lightly resting on her arm, he gently pulled away. Before she could comment, he gently took her by the arm, heading for an empty room. As the door shut, it echoed to both of their senses, no other sounds being in the room--not a heartbeat, a breath, or anything. Natalie stepped closer. Although she desperately wanted to say something, she didn't know what she could. Nick had been so happy until this new announcement. She had actually believed he had finally found peace...specifically with what he was and with LaCroix. Now, all of that had begun to break apart. She could see it in his eyes. She looked down for a moment. So much did she want to do something for him. Moving ever closer until they were merely inches apart, she waited for him to back away from her, but he didn't. Looking up at him, she could see his need there, shining back at her. What he didn't know, is how much she needed him as well. Even though she was a vampire, she was also LaCroix' daughter, not Nick's. As such, her connection was weak with him, and since they had only shared blood a handful of times, it was barely noticeable. Before he could pull away, she closed the gap and kissed him on the lips. He allowed her to finish her action, and then backed away with a soft smile. "You don't have to do that, Natalie." "Yes I do, Nick. I need this as much as you do." She looked away. When she'd seen him, she had hoped she would be able to keep back her emotions, but she couldn't. She'd been a vampire for two and a half months, but she had been so preoccupied that things didn't really sink in until this new news broke. "I don't like what I've seen on the news, Nick. I don't want to say it, but I'm frightened." She paused, and then, lowering her voice, she told him, "I thought this would be easier, being like you, that is, but I was wrong, Nick. I thought I could handle it, but I'm not so sure anymore. I'm weak...I can't even fly and don't know if I ever will be able to. If I were to be attacked, I wouldn't know what to do, I'd panic...." He put his fingers to her lips, assuring her, "You'll be fine. It just takes time." "I know, it's just...with the last month.... First you and LaCroix are at each other's throats, then at peace, and now he’s in Seattle.... Nick, my training has gone to a standstill, and I'm afraid that what I am might be discovered." "Shh...like I said, everything will work itself out." She shook her head. Her emotions tore at her, and she knew she was falling apart. "But if that happens, Nick...I just don't want to see anything happen to either of us, and I can just see the news...'Vampire Cop Has a Hand in Bringing...." She trailed off when he grabbed her arms, and that's when it broke. Half a dozen tears rolled down her cheeks, the smell of her blood startling her for a moment. Before she knew it, Nick wiped away the blood-tears with something soft. Opening her eyes, she stared at the bloodstained tissue. "I'm sorry, Nick. I'm just afraid of where all of this might lead." Giving her a smile, he wiped the last residues of the blood-tears from her face. "I know, but don't worry about it. Right now, I think that's my job." She sobered at his statement. Of course, it was Nick's concern...at least on what the results of present events might be. He was in charge of the Community for the moment, something he didn't even want. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he led her toward the door. "How about I help with your training? Maybe work on flying a little?" She stopped, shaking her head. "No...Nick, I don't want to put you under any more stress than you already are. I shouldn't have even said anything, Nick...not about how I feel or anything else. Truthfully, I don't even know." "That's okay, Nat. I don't know how I feel about what's going on either. We'll deal with things as they come, okay?" Nodding, she let a smile come to her lips. "I guess I'll get back to the morgue, then. See you in the morning, Nick." He followed her as she headed out of the room, and then started back to his desk. The bloodstained tissue held balled up in his hand almost headed for the trashcan, but Nick knew that wasn't the best place because of having Natalie's blood on it. If found and the blood was tested, she might be discovered if it was known where the blood came from. Sitting in his chair and putting the tissue in his pocket, he put on a calm exterior and asked his partner about a lead on one of their cases. He did, for the most part, put other events behind him, but knew they would demand to be dealt with, and soon. Things Fall Apart - (03/33) Natalie concentrated, her eyes shut tight against her surroundings. They were on the roof, and despite all of her attempts, her feet had remained firmly on the ground. She let her focus drop, her muscles relaxing. "Let's just face it, Nick. I can't fly, and I'll probably never be able to." He stepped forward, lifting her chin so their eyes met. "You'll be able to, Nat. I know you will." He gave her a smile, and returned to his previous place. She attempted to return his smile, but it didn't work. Focusing, she again tried to concentrate on what Nick had told her. Nick watched her muscles tense, and he reminded, "You have to relax. If you don't, you won't get off the ground. Remember, pretend you have a string tied to your center of gravity...visualize it pulling up and lifting you into the air." She opened her eyes, sending a golden glare in Nick's direction. "I'm trying to!" Locking gazes with her, he could see just how frustrating it was getting for her. Admittedly, he felt a little of it as well. Natalie should have had no trouble with this...she'd done fine with everything else put in front of her. LaCroix had even mentioned to him on more that one occasion, in private, that she was doing extremely well, even better than he had expected--except for this one thing. He watched, wishing he could do something to help. Flying had been easy to him and he loved it. But, Natalie wasn't having any luck with it...nor speed, for that matter, but he suspected that was more because she hadn't worked on it than not being able to. This, however, was different. She'd been trying, pushing herself. It was almost painful for him to watch her, the very edges of her frustration flowing slowly into him as each shred of effort was met with failure. "Nat...don't force it. Just relax and let it happen," he reminded, hoping it would calm her. She did as instructed, but her attempts did nothing more than drain her energy. For another five minutes, she kept replaying Nick's last words repeatedly, trying to relax. Finally, she shook her head, looking to the ground as tears welled up in her eyes for the second time that night. "I can't, Nick. It just isn't working. I'm sorry...." He quickly approached and pulled her toward him, holding her head against his chest. "Shh...don't worry about it. Like I said, it will come with time." "I know, it's just...with everything happening, I'm getting nervous. LaCroix isn’t here. I don't know if it's just me, but it seems like the...mortals," she hesitated at saying the word. Before now, she'd never really used the word much. "The mortals are getting more...I don't know, tense. It's as if something is building. If I didn't know better, I'd say that LaCroix had a way of suppressing that. With him gone and the successful attack on us in Seattle, they're gaining confidence." "The mortals can't do anything," he told her. At least, that's what he hoped. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure of his words. He, too, could feel the pressure building. "Nick?" Looking up at him, she continued, "If it is discovered what I am, what if one or more of the mortals decides to hunt us? If they do, I won't have any way to fight back...they'll kill me. I don't want to die, Nick." He could see the fear in her eyes. "Nat, speed and flight aren't our only abilities, you know that. You still have your strength. If a mortal attacks you, you should be able to hold your own until I can get there." Shaking her head in the affirmative, Natalie gave him a weak smile. Then, almost instantly, it started to vanish. "But...how will you get there? How will you know where I am and that I need your help? We don't have the connection that you and LaCroix have...or even what me and LaCroix have." He reached up to her face, keeping his smile. "We can remedy that, though, can't we?" Before she could respond, he kissed her. As he disengaged, she protested, "But LaCroix...." "Isn't here, and besides, I think he's pretty much dropped all of his little rules because of recent events." With a twinkle in his eye, he again kissed her on the lips, and then moved his target to her neck, placing feather-light kisses along the taunt skin. She knew where this would lead, what Nick intended. They were going to share blood, something she hadn't done much of...not outside of more intimate activities, anyway. "Nick...don't you think we should, I don't know, go inside?" He grinned down on her. "Why? LaCroix picked here for his apartment...and had originally moved here for your training for the same reason--there's nothing around. No mortals, no vampires...nothing. Privacy. LaCroix likes his privacy." "Please, Nick. I'd just rather go inside." Instead of arguing further, Nick easily picked her up, and flew them inside. His action disoriented her, the open roof quickly becoming the living room of the apartment. He set her on her feet, immediately continuing his previous actions. "Nick..." she protested, not sure exactly what this would be like. In an instant, his fangs buried themselves in her neck and she felt her life force flowing out of her. As a mortal, it had felt much the same as it did now, except this time she still had her strength. Her hunger grew, and as her eyes burned gold, she pulled Nick closer, completing the circle. This sharing of blood felt different from before. In some ways, it was even more intimate than what she'd previously experienced. This time, her thoughts were far more focused on what was happening, and as she drank Nick's blood, she practically experienced his life. She gulped down the sweet liquid, trying to comfort herself with his memories and push away her thoughts of what might happen. Abruptly, she felt a shift in the memories. The time shifted however many decades...or even centuries into the past. Nick was being hunted. They--Nick, LaCroix, and Janette--were running through a forest just before dawn, a group of mortals following them with wood and fire. She could feel Nick's pain as shafts of sunlight ever so briefly landed on his skin. The forest thinned, and the three stopped, coming face to face with their hunters. Fire was thrust at him, and she felt his skin burn as if it were her own. Then, she felt the mortal's bones snapping, warm blood flowing down her throat, and then silence. As Nick, too, remembered this event through Natalie's blood, he pulled away, holding her to him as he felt her tremble. "It's okay, Nat." She shook her head. Nick's past was his past...but what if she was hunted? What if.... "If...if I am attacked, what if instinct takes over and I kill someone? I don't know if I could handle that, Nick." He held her as tight as he could and pulled them both down to the couch. "You won't have to, Nat. For now, you should just rest...we've both had a long night." Nodding slightly, she gripped him possessively, not wanting to be alone. If Nick was there, she knew he wouldn't let her do anything she didn't want to do. Closing her eyes, she tried thinking of happy memories, which wasn't too difficult. After all, most of the thoughts she had received from Nick's blood were of them. Recalling just how much he cared for her, she slipped into a deep slumber. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. The phone rang, loudly interrupting his sleep. Gently but quickly untangling himself from Natalie, Nick picked it up and headed into the other room. "Hello?" "Nicholas, this is going to take longer than expected." Those words made his mood drop. At first, his sire's voice was comforting, but now.... "When will you be able to return, LaCroix?" "As soon as I am able. It will be no less than a week. It might take several more weeks before the Community here is stable enough for me to leave, and even then, it will be frail." Nick nodded to himself, sighing. He didn't want this...didn't want to have to deal with everything. "You are not a weakling, Nicholas, but one of my children. If I didn't believe you could handle this, I would have contacted Janette." At mention of his sister's name, he replied, "I'll be fine. I can manage." He really didn't want Janette involved in this. "Good. I will return as soon as possible." Nick stood still as LaCroix hung up, still holding onto the phone. "Nick?" He turned, glancing to Natalie, and then hung up. "What did LaCroix want?" she asked, only having caught the last few words. "He just called to mention it might be a while before he can return. Everything is going well, it's just slow." Beneath his words, she could feel more. She knew he didn't like being stuck in this position, and the stress from being the city Elder and working showed in his features. "Nick, are you really going to be okay with this? I mean, what if this takes longer than expected? What if something happens? Are you going to be able to handle this?" He reached out, holding her arms. Managing a weak smile, he assured her, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." Looking into her eyes, he could see how deep her concern went. Even though he told her he'd be okay, he really wasn't sure if he would or not. The situation had just been so sudden, and he hadn't had any time to prepare for this. "Nick?" "I'm fine." He led her back to the couch. Sitting, he pulled her to him, rubbing her shoulders. "Let's just get some rest, okay?" She nodded, at which he held her tighter, waiting for her to again drift off. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Staring at the other Council members, Aha just barely held his anger in. Lucius was in Seattle, 'helping.' The whelp, Damien, had gone to the Roman when trouble hit when he should have come to one of the Council, one of them. True, they were officially disbanded, but they were also Ancients, most of them at least double Lucius' age. Their knowledge was invaluable to the Community. Although Lucius was the second eldest on the North American continent, he was also what kept his son from meeting his full potential. Yet, with the father in Seattle, Toronto sat fully in the son's hands. Nicholas was, whether he liked it or not, just as capable and very similar to Lucius. Together, the two could destroy him and the Council for good, and he knew it. But, he would not allow that to happen. The youngest of the Council, Ningal, agreed with Lucius and his son, as well as their way of dealing with this matter. She had been very pleased upon discovering Nicholas had been left in charge of Toronto. He knew she had a soft spot for the two...or, more specifically, the Brabantian. Looking over at her, Aha let his anger boil. Lately, he was keeping a closer eye on Ningal, and she only seemed to sympathize more with the Roman and his son as time passed. What she wanted and what the Council wanted were two completely separate objectives. She was a hindrance to them, but he couldn't just replace her nor have her leave the Council--she would go straight to Toronto and oppose him. His eyes flashed slightly gold, unnoticed by the others. Ningal would have to be dealt with...he just had to decide how. For now, the matter with Lucius sat at the top of his to-do list. The Roman could accomplish too much against him in a position of power, and he wanted to make sure Lucius got what he deserved. He didn't like Lucius, and he wouldn't deny that to anyone. Yet, he also didn't like what the other represented. Lucius and his son had managed to get out of many situations that they shouldn't have been able. The strength and pureness of Lucius' bloodline overshadowed his own and most of the other Ancients. His own sheer age provided his only real advantage. Lucius needed to learn his place and that wisdom was more important than strength or the ability to intimidate. Perhaps, just perhaps, he would have one of the other Council members arrange something for him.... He would get the Roman to break--no matter what the cost. Things Fall Apart - (04/33) Nick sat as his desk filling out an arrest report for a recent case. Three nights had passed since he'd spoken with LaCroix and everything was going smoothly. Tonight, he had come in several hours early to discover that the atmosphere in the precinct was much different during the day. Tracy, although she had picked him up so he could get there during the day without risking exposure of Natalie, had returned home. Unfortunately for him, she wouldn't be in for another several hours. For his part, he pretty much kept to himself, catching up on his and Tracy’s paperwork. The day-shift detectives, he could tell, weren't comfortable with his presence in the slightest. He could see it in their glances and feel it in the air. He could barely stand it as the time ticked slowly by...but he still had another five hours to go before he could leave. Reese, thankfully, would be arriving soon, taking over for the day-shift captain. And then, in two more hours, his partner's shift would finally start. True, because of LaCroix going to Seattle, he had to take over the elder vampire's responsibilities at the Raven, most of which were mundane paperwork and activities--but at the moment, he would much rather be there than here. As several people gathered on the other side of the precinct, his ears caught on the television. It sounded like the news; apparently some kind of special report. Upon hearing mention of the recent events in Seattle, he pretty much ignored the television. He had already heard more than enough on that topic, and he returned to his work. A few minutes later, however, his ears again turned his attention back to the others, and this time he listened. "Recent events have produced flares of opinions, and have also released certain rumors. The most prominent is that scientific research on vampires has been conducted. This very possibly has been happening since, or even before the public knew of the existence of vampires. Governments, who are the accused, have been contacted in regard to the rumors. The response is silence, which will be ended soon, officials say." "The claim is that vampires are not human. If proof of this is provided, the world's present view on this situation may change once again, and this time drastically. Already protests are popping up, gaining more and more support against vampires. It is, at present, unknown how the Vampire Community as a whole is reacting to this. As more is learned, it will be related." As they returned to regular programming and someone switched the television off, Nick remained in his seat, staring off into space. He was stunned. Had the mortals been conducting research on his kind? And, if so, he wondered how much they had managed to learn and how by what means. Feeling his stomach churn, he snapped out of it. He had to stay focused. As soon as his shift ended, he would be able to speak with Vachon and Antonius, and hopefully relate this to the Community as a whole. He turned back to his work, trying to fill in the form. Several minutes passed, and he found he was no further than he had been earlier. The tenseness in the room had risen slightly, making him fully aware that the others really didn't want him there. They tolerated his presence, but no more than that. The other officers wanted him there less than he wanted to be there. At least they were keeping their opinions of him non-verbal. He could handle this, he told himself, hoping that he would indeed be able to. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. As his pencil snapped in half, Nick threw it into a pile with several others that had met the same fate. He couldn't relax...not with the looks he was receiving from the other officers. Looking at the arrest report, he found only a couple more spaces filled in than before. Nearly an hour had passed since the announcement. He had hoped that those around him would have relaxed a little as time passed, but they didn't. Nick pushed the paper so that it slid several inches before coming to a stop near the edge of the desk. At that instant, he was thankful for friction--he really didn't want to have to pick something up right now. Sighing, he reached for the piece of paper...just as Reese grabbed it. "Captain?" Reese looked at the page, glancing over the partially filled out form. Handing it to the detective, he paused a moment before speaking, "I'd like to talk to you for a moment, Nick." "What about?" "Various things. I'll explain in my office." He hesitated, wondering what the 'various things' included. Nodding, he stood and followed the other into Reese's office. As the door closed, he asked, "So...what did you want to tell me?" Reese continued to his desk, picking up a large, thick envelope. He passed it to the other, stating, "You were actually supposed to get this when you came in to work tonight, but I'm not all that surprised you didn't get it." "What can I say? I know Richman doesn't like what I am--neither does the rest of the dayshift, for that matter." He nodded. Richman was Captain during the day and had clearly expressed his opinion of vampires on more than one occasion. He was almost a carbon copy of Tracy's father. They both wanted Nick out of the department because of what he was. Nick pulled the contents of the envelope out. Coming face to face with a couple of folders, he almost dismissed the pages on top. Almost, but not quite. He read one of them, laying the others on Reese's desk. The department...no, the government in general wanted him to change his name. They wanted him to go by his mortal name. He wasn't sure what to think of that at the moment. Grabbing the contents, he opened and then saw the contents of the two folders. One was a copy of his background file--they wanted him to verify information. This was yet another thing he wasn't sure about doing. The other file, however, contained some information on the present situation. He went to that file, opening it and silently reading. There wasn't much else in the report than what he had heard on the news...but it was enough that it was clear the rumors were at least partly true. Any and every tissue sample from a vampire that the government had managed to get a hold of aided in their 'research.' Reading further, it was relatively obvious to him that whatever the mortals had found was conclusive, or at least conclusive in their eyes. "I don't know what's in that report, but I have a feeling it has to do with what was on the news, right?" The vampire nodded, and Reese shook his head. "You know, I don't like the sound of any of that. I have a bad feeling about it, and I think this research has been going on for some time." Closing the file, he started to put everything back into the envelope. "That's what I'm afraid of, Captain." Watching as the other continued his task, he prodded, "How do you think your people are going to handle this, Nick?" He stopped, turning to Reese. "Honestly...? I don't know. I think it will depend on what happens. I'll...pass this information on tonight. I hadn't planned any kind of meeting, but one is definitely needed." "Are you going to be okay with all of this? I mean, with everything- -work, LaCroix being out of town, and now this?" Nick didn't answer. "You mentioned needing a meeting...do you need some time off to get that prepared?" He really didn't want to take the offer, but his shift would be over early, so he would only need a little time, if any, off. "A little might be useful...I think I just need to call Antonius, have him arrange something." "Do you want to use my phone? It might be a little easier to explain if you don't have prying eyes and ears." "If you don't mind?" "No, it's fine." Reese started for the door. "If you need the time off, I can give it to you. You still have plenty of sick leave and vacation time, and it wouldn't be a problem." "I think it'll be okay. I'll have most of the night to deal with things." He looked the vampire over. Nick appeared, in one word, weary. It showed even to his eyes. Whether that was a correct assumption or not, he wasn't sure. "Well, the offer is still there--do what you want with it. Let me know when you're done." Nodding, he waited for a moment after the Captain left before pulling out his cell phone. He wanted this as unmonitored as possible. He quickly dialed Antonius' number, waiting for the Italian to pick up. When the other did, he immediately stated, "I have something for you to do." "What? Now? The sun's barely gone down." "Yes, now. Contact Vachon. I want a large portion of the Community to be at the Raven tonight around midnight. Something's happening, and it could have major ramifications on us." "I'll get right on it," Antonius answered, whatever grogginess had possessed him from only being awake a couple of minutes quickly dispersed. "Uh...anything else?" "Yes. No mortals in the club at all tonight--no exceptions." When the other agreed on that, he hung up. A few seconds later, he turned the phone back on and prepared to dial the number LaCroix had given him. He stopped after punching in the first few digits, turning the phone off. What was the point of calling LaCroix? He would only be told what he already knew--that he could and had to deal with this on his own. LaCroix had left him in Toronto as city Elder, and he had to uphold that role. This was, like or not, his problem. He couldn't just go running to LaCroix...the other had more problems than he did at the moment, anyway. His hope that vampires and mortals could live peacefully among one another was fading. He wished it wouldn't, but deep down he knew that the present calm was too good to be true. Eventually, he had known the peace wouldn't last, and now he watched as it started to break apart. Things Fall Apart - (05/33) A half hour. Then, he could leave--but only to deal with other things. More than anything, Nick wanted things to be 'normal.' But, since that couldn't be, he just had to deal with it as it came. Tracy had ended up finishing the arrest report when she came in. Although he had spent his time working on their paperwork since he came in, he hadn't gotten much done. He just...felt so useless not being able to focus on anything. Hearing a snap, Tracy looked up, finding a broken pencil in her partner's hand. "Nick...that was my pencil!" He winced. He'd completely forgotten borrowing it from Tracy...even though he had only done so a few minutes earlier. "Sorry. I guess I'm just a bit out of it." "That's okay...I saw the news earlier." A fellow detective, Brian Garrison, who was walking by, mentioned, "Well, they just started up another special announcement. I'm almost afraid to listen to it." Setting his jaw, Nick scanned the room with his ears...and sure enough, he could hear the news. This time, unlike that day, he made his way closer to those gathered, Tracy and Brian flanking him. "Apparently, there is scientific evidence that vampires are, indeed, not human despite their resemblance. Government officials state they will be looking into this claim, and soon in the future, plan to have a more detailed analysis." Nick tensed. He didn't like the sound of this...not at all. "Public opinion is rapidly changing, turning against the vampires and their Community. More protests have broken out in various cities, particularly in the United States, although cities such as Vancouver, Montreal, and Toronto are also being affected. Some of the larger cities in Europe and other areas have also seen a reaction from the people, but so far, they have not been as serious as those on the North American continent. As of yet, the protesters are calm, primarily asking for a quick answer to what has been laid out. Already, governments are making preparations, although it is unapparent as to how the Vampire Community is, or will be acting in response to this revelation." Before the announcement was over, Nick turned and headed back to his desk. At least nothing about additional attacks was mentioned--none that had made it to the news, anyway. "Nick, are you okay?" He turned toward his partner, nodding. There, behind her, stood Brian, whose concern mirrored Tracy's. "I'll be fine, really. It could be worse--they could be hunting us." Tracy stiffened at that. She didn't want to think about that possibility. Nick grabbed his things, asking, "Could you sign me out a little early? I want to get over to the Raven and talk to Antonius about what's going on." "Sure. I'll let Reese know, as well." Just as he was about to leave, she asked, "I could come if you'd-" "No, Trace. Stay here. The Raven is presently completely off- limits to mortals. There's enough tension in the Community without adding to it." Again, as he turned to leave, Tracy asked, "What about Nat? Does she know?" He stopped. No, she didn't...and he knew he didn't have time to talk to her. There was too much for him to do before midnight. "Not yet. If I have to, I'll wait until morning. I think it's best if I explained." 'Unless she's seen the news,' he added to himself as he left the precinct. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Leaning against the bar, Nick looked over the crowd gathered. He could feel the nervousness of the vampires present, some of their eyes faintly glowing gold out of fear. Observing them, he wasn't quite sure how this would go. Despite their apparent nervousness, he was even more so. He glanced to the back of the room, where he found Vachon and Antonius in much the same mood as he was. As midnight approached, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He would have to continue--no matter how he felt about this. Standing straighter, he was trying to think of how to get the attention of those present...when it happened on its own. First, the few closest to him noticed the change, silently turning toward him, and then it spread through the Raven until everyone's attention was completely on him, the room silent. He met the gazes of several of the vampires. Doing this, it hit him just how scared the Community was. Bracing himself for what was to come, he stated, "I'm sure most of you have heard the news. For those that haven't, there are rumors circulating that the mortals have conducted research and that they have discovered that we are, apparently, not human. It's still in the process of being confirmed, but I think we all know what the consequences of this may be." One of the vampires standing relatively close spoke, asking, "What will happen to us?" Hearing several others echo the question, Nick raised his voice slightly in order to talk over the noise. "For now, nothing. We will continue as if none of this is known. Until confirmation is made, the mortals can and will not act and, therefore, neither will we. However, I wish to suggest that we all watch our backs. Protests and demonstrations could very well affect us, and they can quickly go from peaceful to dangerous." "What about the Raven?" another, young woman questioned. "It will remain open. No mortals will be allowed entrance under any circumstances. Security will also be increased. Otherwise, everything remains as is for the time being." "What about the reporters? They're watching the club." Nick paused at that. Arriving, he had sensed some mortals nearby, but he'd only wanted to get inside. "Do not answer their questions. I will set something up in a few days if it is needed. But, until more is known, we cannot and will not be able to answer any of their questions." "And when the mortals make their demands?" "It will be dealt with when it comes to it, whether that be through negotiations or something else. I ask that no one try to provoke the mortals--no matter if they start it or not. Just keep alert and calm. That's about all we can do for the time being." With that, he ended his speech, dismissing those present. As several of the vampires approached him, he hesitantly accepted their compliments. He was slightly stunned at their reaction and he could feel himself tense. When LaCroix had left, his biggest concern had been that the Community wouldn't accept him. After all, he did have quite a reputation with his search for a cure. True, he had more or less given up his search, especially since the discovery of the Community, but he hadn't expected this reaction. They trusted him almost as much as they did LaCroix. Although his sire seemed to think he was ready for this, he wasn't sure. He was, although slowly, returning to the Community as time passed. Antonius approached, standing next to Nick. "You know, you really did do a good job...and they trust you. LaCroix knew that--that's why he left you in charge." "And he told you this?" he asked skeptically. "No, of course not. We both know LaCroix wouldn't say that, not aloud. But, you're doing fine." He watched as the Italian vampire prepared to leave, catching the younger vampire’s arm. "Thank you, Antonius. I'm just not sure of much of this. Everything happened so quickly...and this is a little new to me." "It’s new to all of us. Use your knowledge as a cop. Your knowledge of the mortals and their operations is invaluable." Antonius easily slipped away, and Nick again rested against the bar. He was still getting used to this, but perhaps being city Elder wasn't quite as bad as he was making it out to be. But, one thing was for sure--the semblance of peace had ended. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix took a sip of his glass. There was still quite some time left before sunrise, but the night wasn't yet over. With the recent news, he had needed to make an announcement to the Community, as the vampires here didn’t trust Damien enough. He hoped Nicholas had better luck in Toronto, and hoped that he had done the right thing by leaving his son in charge. He hadn't had many options when Damien had alerted him of the events in Seattle. He could have called Janette and had her take his place...but his son needed this. The younger was returning to him and the Community, and he hoped this would help Nicholas prepare for whatever was to come. The feelings he was receiving from his son, however, made him pause. The combination of nervousness, anger, and fear nearly consumed his son. He again assured himself that Nicholas would do fine...but couldn't help but reach for the phone. A few minutes later, he called his son's cell phone, feeling through their bond that Nicholas was, at the moment, at the Raven. He didn't want to talk to the bartender, nor anyone else but his son. As it was picked up, he quickly asked, "Nicholas?" "What do you want?" The tone of the words spoke nearly as much as their link. It was clear to him that his son was frustrated and wanted nothing to do with this mess. "I just wanted to see how you're doing...considering the announcement the mortals made." "I'm fine, and so is everything else." Again, he stiffened slightly. He could tell there was something more to this, but wasn't quite sure what it was. Although he wanted to return to Toronto and alleviate the strain on his son, he couldn't. The Community here was weak, and wouldn't be able to handle any reactions from the mortals. If he didn't stay, Seattle’s Community would be destroyed. "I just wanted to let you know that it may be some time before I am able to return." He waited, but his son didn't say anything. "Nicholas?" "LaCroix, I know that's not why you called." He paused, stating, "You're concerned about me, and I can feel it." LaCroix didn't answer that. Yes, he was concerned...but could his son really understand that? He shook the thought off, denying it. "Everything is fine, LaCroix. Things are going fine." He paused a moment, adding, "I have a couple of things I want to do...I'll talk to you later." As his son hung up, he felt a tinge of worry come to the surface. Nicholas was tense, and that was to be expected considering the situation. His son would do, and would be, perfectly fine. Hanging up, he assured himself of that and returned his thoughts to his present tasks. Things Fall Apart - (06/33) After spending the last three nights practically working day shift, he welcomed being able to come in at regular time...even if meant being half-attacked by reporters. The things he'd needed to do at the Raven, mainly catching up with bills and assorted paperwork, were finally finished. Reaching his desk, he gave a smile to his partner as she looked up at him. She returned it, and then went back to her work. Sitting down at his desk, he reached for some papers that seemed out of place. He picked them up, only for his attention to fall entirely on what lay beneath them. The papers slipped to the ground as he stared at the cross sitting directly in front of him. Tracy glanced his way, as did a few of the nearer detectives. "What is it?" Then, focusing on what she was looking at, she realized the problem. Quickly, she slid an empty folder over the object, and then pulled it toward her and onto her desk, careful not to touch it in case they could get some fingerprints off it. Turning her attention back to Nick, she could see him trying his best to recover--but she could also see he was having trouble. She asked him if he was okay, but he didn't answer her. She'd never seen a vampire react to a cross and had no idea if Nick's reaction was normal or not. She stood and went to stand next to him. Resting a hand on his shoulder, she felt him tense. "Nick, are you okay?" He stared at the empty space on his desk, and then nodded. He could feel the eyes of some of the other detectives on him, at which he said, more for their benefit than anything else, "I'll be fine. I just wasn't prepared for this...not here." But, he knew that now he would have to take more caution at work--even on his own shift amongst those that had allowed him to continue working here. Once Nick had calmed down, Tracy suggested they go talk to Reese. As Nick nodded, she retrieved the cross and they headed for Reese's office. She knocked, getting a somewhat gruff 'come in.' They entered and Tracy placed the cross on Reese's desk, showing it to him. This time, Nick merely stared at it silently, almost as if he was waiting for it to attack--and Reese noticed. "Is this what the commotion was out there a few minutes ago?" When Nick didn't reply, Tracy nodded. "It was lying under some papers. Neither of us had any idea that it was there. It had to have been put there during the day." Reese pulled the paper the cross was sitting on closer. Who would do this? To him, this was nothing more than a sick joke and harassment. Nick didn't need this, and neither should he have to deal with this kind of thing. "I'll have it sent to the lab--see if they can come up with anything. And I'll also have someone check the security tapes." He watched the two carefully, and then dismissed the younger. When they both turned to leave, he said, "Not quite yet, Knight." The vampire stopped and turned, standing faintly nervous, before him. "Look, I know you have a lot going on...." "That's an understatement." "Yeah, well, tonight probably didn't help, either. Not only that, but you are going to hate what you're about to hear next." He paused, and then continued, "The Commissioner is pushing me to get those papers from you." At the last, he nearly cursed. He had forgotten all about that. He was supposed to go through the file that was made up on him--which he hadn't even looked at as of yet--as well as sign the papers to allow the authorities to legally change his name. Neither of those were things he wanted to do. "Nick, tell me honestly, are you going to be okay with all of this?" "I'll be fine, Captain," he answered, his frustration peeking through. When his detective turned to leave, he commented, "From what the Commissioner mentioned, you have to change your name. What's with that?" "It probably has something to do with linking me more to the Community, at least, that's how I see it. I've also used Brabant more often than other names." Reese considered the reply, and then asked, "So, they're trying to make it easier on themselves...has anyone else of your people received anything like this?" He shook his head. "Not to my knowledge." "What about LaCroix? Do you think he's gotten anything?" "Probably not.... LaCroix has used his present name for some time. Besides, it's also possibly a result of me working among mortals. Mortals don't trust vampires, so they want as much information on me as they can get their hands on. The Commissioner is probably behind it, anyway." "I'll agree with that. But...Nick? Watch yourself, okay?" He grimly nodded. "Yeah, I will. Thanks." As Nick left, Reese turned to the cross, still not able to get his first thought out of his head. Whoever did this...whatever their reason was...it didn't make sense to him. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick leaned against the stone wall, trying to pull himself together. For each of the past three nights, he had received some kind of 'gift' at his desk. After the cross had come an excerpt from the Bible, then a book on vampires--with the section on how to kill them bookmarked, and last night he found a wild rose on his desk. Although the last two caused no direct harm, they were offensive to him. They had not found any links to the one doing this...no fingerprints were found on any of the items, and the only people close enough to his desk were all cops. He particularly didn't like the second possibility. If another cop was doing this.... Taking in a deep breath, he opened his eyes and squinted. It wasn't quite night yet, the sun still having another hour left until it set. He decided to again come in early so he could have more free time after work. He was hoping to try to decide just how he would let the Community's opinion be known...and what he would say. Reese had let him, but the longer he stood there, the more he doubted his decision. Dayshift didn't like him. It was as simple as that. True, it was almost night...but dayshift was still there. At least it was late enough that Reese would be there in a few minutes. He headed into the back door, cautiously making his way through the precinct. Approaching his desk, he watched as those around him quieted and silently observed him. He could feel their hatred of what he was...and he wanted away. Preparing to sit down, he found a mortal blocking his way. He met the man's calm brown eyes. He didn't want to deal with this--not now. Changing his course and planning to walk around the other detective, he found his path blocked again--this time by a hand on his shoulder. He glanced at the hand, again meeting the other detective's eyes. "Let me pass, Hawthorne," he stated, hoping he had remembered the other man's name correctly. "Not until you get something straight." Nick waited for the other to speak, but he didn't. "Which is...?" "First of all...Brabant..." Hawthorne smiled as the vampire tensed, and then he continued, "You shouldn't be here. *We* don't want you here." Nick held his stance against the looks of the others present. "Then deal with it. I'm here to work, just like you. Now, if you'll-" Hawthorne again prevented the vampire from moving, closing the distance between them. Getting into the other's face, he stated, "The human race wants your kind destroyed. It will happen. I know that, and you know that. Why don't you just leave and take some time to think about that? Death is something your kind overlooks when it concerns yourselves." About to react, Nick found himself released from the other man's grip. The precinct slowly returned to normal activity, and he just stood there, trying to get his emotions under control. Sitting down, he stared at the surface of his desk. Carefully moving things, he found no little 'gifts'--at least that was something to be thankful for. He didn't think he could handle another one of those at the moment. He looked over at his nameplate. Early last night, it had said 'Det. Knight,' but as of the last hour of his previous shift, it now read 'Det. Brabant.' Looking at the name, he was uncomfortable with it. Sure, he'd used Brabant many times and it was his name, but...it just didn't feel right. Not here, not in the middle of his stay in this city. He had, finally, given the paperwork the Commissioner sent to him back the night before...and they certainly hadn't wasted anytime. He had merely skimmed over his file, not caring that they had holes in his past...just making sure everything was accurate, as asked. Tonight, he knew he would be receiving a new ID. Both his driver's license and badge were being changed and, the night before, he was told that he would receive new ones at the end of his shift tonight. It would take him some time to get used to the change...but he knew if he hadn't returned the papers that all of this would have been pushed through, anyway. At the moment, changing his name was the least of his worries. He was, unfortunately, more than aware of the increasing tension between his kind and the mortals, which was, for now, his primary concern. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix stared at the television with a murderous glare. Every night things got worse. First, the news focused on rumors that threatened the current peace...and now that peace was thoroughly shattered. He watched, wanting to be prepared for anything that might happen in the near future. "Repeating what Drs. Keith and Simpson have stated, it has been confirmed that the difference between humans and vampires is too substantial to indicate a mere race within humans. This will possibly end with vampires becoming a separate classification within the Homo sapiens species...it may also be considered something completely different. Only time will tell on this subject." "For now, officials state that this new information will not change any laws already in place in the United States and Canada--who are closest to the proceedings. Other countries are demanding to be able to make their own conclusions from the evidence available. Some are already considering to make it illegal for vampires to live within their borders, while others are still holding an open mind on this subject." "Several have asked why we do not have the Vampire Community's opinion on these proceedings. So far, it is unknown how the vampires are reacting to this new news, and their people have turned away attempts to contact them." "The reaction to this information among humans has been called by some, genocidal. Protests and threats from anti-vampire groups are gaining support from the public. So far, no instances have resulted-" The screen went black and he turned it off. Even as such, LaCroix continued to fume at the device. 'So far....' He wanted to choke the life out of the news reporter. Soon, he knew, that would change. He could feel it--the mortals' want to eradicate his kind was rising, and they would eventually act on it. If it weren't for the threats, he would have made contact with the mortals. Yet, already the Community was shying away. The city was afraid--afraid of the mortals and what they might do. The office door swung open, and LaCroix locked gazes with Damien. "What is it? I don't have time for-" "LaCroix...please. The mortals have torched two of us. A good portion of the Community is leaving the city for safety. Others are staying here, and all are afraid and enraged...we've never dealt with anything like this before. Something must be done, LaCroix." He set his jaw. The 'so far' from the news echoed in his thoughts. It hadn't taken long for that to change. Two more of his people had died because of the mortals. How many more would fall to that same fate? "This will be dealt with," he stated with as much certainty as he could manage. Although he had no wish to be a target for the mortals, something needed to be done...but he would not be doing this alone. "Come, Damien. I want your help in preparing our reaction to this." Damien swallowed. It was one thing for him to help LaCroix within the Community, but with the mortals. Steeling himself, he nodded. He had to do this. The other vampire couldn't stay in Seattle forever. He had to learn how to deal with this on his own. Things Fall Apart - (07/33) Several days later, Nick sat at his desk, holding his head in his hands. He had a headache, and he had a feeling it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. He was tired. He wanted a break and a long, dreamless day. But--that wasn't going to happen and he knew it. As the weight of the flask in his jacket pocket became more apparent, he realized the blood would help. His shift was half over...and, after all, it was there for this very reason. He stood, planning to go to another, more private area of the precinct. Taking several steps, he found his way blocked. Not really focusing on who was there, he then prepared to walk around them, only to be forcibly stopped. The action was familiar, and he turned and met Hawthorne's gaze. The mortal detective was about his height, but had a slightly heavier build. If he were mortal, Hawthorne would have had the advantage. It was then that he noticed Hawthorne wasn't alone--three more of the dayshift detectives stood around him. He glanced over his shoulder where he saw Tracy, her eyes concernedly on him. There was something going on...and he didn't like it. Turning back to Hawthorne, he asked, "What is going on?" "I'm surprised you don't know. I thought your kind were 'superior' to us mortals," mentioned one of the other detectives. "We don't want you here. All your kind can do is spread your evil." Then, Hawthorne nodded to one of his friends. Nick watched as one approached Tracy, and he asked, "What are you doing?" "She's in your thrall, isn't she? Is that why you've allowed her to be your partner? Because you can control her?" His anger flared at Hawthorne's words. "She is no thrall." "And what about your 'friend,' that Coroner? She's practically a member of your little Community. Does she even have a will of her own?" "Leave them out of this," he hissed, feeling his anger near the breaking point. As the four surrounded him, he knew this was going to end badly. Around him, he watched as the precinct came to a standstill. Nick's eyes flashed gold as a result of his contained emotions. Then, in the next moment, he felt searing pain on the side of his face as one of the detectives squirted him with some kind of liquid. Instinctively, he reached up, only for the substance to burn his fingers. He snarled, his eyes fully changing and fangs descending as he focused on his attacker. At that, they tried again, more of the mixture making contact with Nick's skin. He hissed at them, held back only by his partner's light grip. "We don't want you here, and we know you can't touch us," Hawthorne said, not backing off. Nick's eyes flashed crimson, and in an instant, he reached forward and spun the other in his grasp. He held Hawthorne, his instincts telling him to drain the mortal. Instead, he hissed into the man's ear, "I can't *kill* you; no more than you can me. Do this again and I promise you--I won't be the nice little vampire I've been." He let go of the mortal, half shoving him away, and watched as Hawthorne plummeted to the ground, no one going to help him. In fact, the whole room stayed absolutely still. "What the hell is going on in here?!" Reese demanded, getting a couple of dozen blank stares in response. What he could see, however, was Nick's nearly seething anger directed straight at Hawthorne, who was on the floor. Getting a better glance at Nick, he could see burns on the vampire's face...and there, next to Hawthorne, was a small plastic bottle of something. He had to get this dealt with now, before it got further out of hand. "Hawthorne--I want you and your friends in my office, now!" Even as the others were confined in the Captain's office, Tracy tried to get a better look at the burns on Nick's face. He jerked away, the touch merely making the garlic mixture sting more. "Nick...come on, Nick. Look at me." Turning to his partner, he faced her with deep amber eyes. She pulled back just enough that he knew she was afraid of him--if only for a second. When she again tried to look at his burns, he roughly pushed her away and backed away from those around him. Brian, watching events, mentioned he would call Natalie as Tracy half- pulled, half-pushed Nick toward the bathroom. As her partner grabbed the door jam, she pushed a little more, but he wouldn't budge. "Come on, Nick...just go." "I'm not going in there!" he stated, glaring at the plate next to the door with the skirt on it. She rolled her eyes. "Nick..." she voiced, resuming her earlier action. When he gave up, she found them both practically barreling through the door. Regaining her balance, she was pleased to see no one was in there. Looking at the door for a moment, she hoped everyone would have the sense to stay out. Turning back to her partner, Tracy watched as he impatiently paced back and forth. She moved in his way, managing to get him cornered near the sink after several tries. Grabbing a tissue and getting it wet, she attempted to get some of the excess liquid off, but he wasn't letting her. "Nick...will you please stay still? I want to clean some of this off.... Nick?" As she held his face, he finally gave in, letting her do as she wanted. A couple of times he flinched away when the liquid touched his skin and, eventually, he again pulled away, this time with a hiss. When she again approached him, he told her, "Don't touch me, Tracy-- not right now." She froze, the deep tone of his voice warning her away. The tension remained for several minutes, and then the door slowly opened, Natalie slipping into the room. "What happened?" she asked while trying to get a better look at Nick's face. Just like Tracy, Nick met her with the same resistance, moving away from her. "Don't touch it, Nat. It's some kind of garlic mixture." She took that in, knowing it was more of a warning for her than anything. The smell, combined with her senses, was more than enough to make her queasy. His voice was low, and she knew he was holding in his anger about whatever had happened. "How did this happen?" When Nick didn't answer, instead looking away, Tracy told her, "Some of the dayshift detectives decided to try and get a point across." Natalie cautiously looked at the wound. Tracy had managed to remove some of the garlic mixture, but not all of it. She grabbed another tissue, soaked it, and then proceeded to use it to wash away the irritants despite Nick's protests. Tracy merely stood and watched as Nick eventually allowed the action. Natalie was taking care not to get any on her, and she honestly didn't see why her partner wouldn't let her do this. No...she knew--he didn't entirely trust her. They were friends, but Natalie was much closer to him. Finishing, Natalie watched as Nick pulled out a flask and drank from it. The blood calmed him, so when Reese knocked on the door a couple of minutes later, the gold was almost completely gone from Nick's eyes. Tracy told him it was okay to come in, and the door slowly swung open. Staring at the three, Reese shook his head. "I honestly don't get what gets into some people's heads." "What's going to happen, Captain?" Tracy asked. "I'm going to get on the phone to the Commissioner--for whatever good it will do. No offense intended to you, Tracy, but I don't think it's going to make any difference whether we talk to him or not. He's going to do whatever is in his power to get those detectives the smallest punishment possible. And Nick...Brian told me how you reacted, and I'm not sure that's going to help matters much." Nick winced. He knew his reaction probably wasn't the best choice, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't going to just stand there. Reese turned his attention fully on Nick, not wanting to ask, but aware that what happened could change things once it got out. "What I'm really curious of is how are your people going to react to this?" Nick wasn't sure what he should say, if anything. The only official voice Toronto's vampire community had was through him, and he hoped to keep this as peaceful as possible on the surface. But, in general.... "It's going to make them nervous...make us feel like we're some kind of caged animals." Reese sighed. He had a good idea what that meant. "And everything is going to fall apart, isn't it?" Nick and Natalie looked toward one another, and the former nodded. "That's exactly what will happen if things continue the way they are at the moment." Reese met the vampire's eyes, catching a glance of the already healing wound. With all of the talk about research, he had begun to wonder just what that entailed. Could quick or scarless healing somehow be adapted to humans, and if so, at what cost would it be to Nick's people? Not only that, but there was the enhanced senses that vampire's had...they never aged...all of this would certainly be tempting to humans, and humans had a tendency of acting before asking. He didn't like those thoughts, and desperately hoped that they were merely that--thoughts. Shrugging them off, he returned his attention to the present situation. "I'll try to get some of this straightened out before it gets swept under the carpet. If you don't feel comfortable, Nick, you can go home early tonight...and I'd recommend not planning to do any more schedule changes. If you need time off, we can work on arranging that when it's needed. I don't think either of us wants to aggravate either side at the moment." Nick nodded as the Captain left. Reaching up to his face, he just lightly touched the burns. They were still there and probably would be for another half hour. Then, the physical evidence of what happened would be gone, but his anger would still be just below the surface. Natalie had done what she could to clean the area without making contact with it, and he was glad. The stinging sensation had mellowed, even if it hadn't gone away. That was enough for now. The faint pain helped keep his anger in check. Looking to him, Tracy tried to figure out what she should, or, for that matter, could, say to him. "Nick...." "I'm fine. There's no permanent damage. Why don't you get back to work? I'll be there in a little bit." He watched as she first reluctantly nodded, and then left. Turning to Natalie, he could see her fear. "What if vampires are hunted, Nick? I'm afraid of what might happen." Pulling her to him in an embrace, he told her in a whisper, "If it comes to that, I promise I won't let anything happen to you. You know that." Things Fall Apart - (08/33) LaCroix silently observed those present in the half-empty club. It reminded him faintly of the Raven, but the faces were unfamiliar...unfamiliar and terrified. He had a meeting with the mortal officials planned for the next night. Then, he hoped, things would begin to settle somewhat. Tensions were rising, and he honestly wasn't sure what it would lead to. Much of the Community had left the city, and now, where he was, consisted of the last haven for his people in this area. No mortals were allowed on the premises--not for any reason. The anger he had felt from his son a mere couple of hours before, which was surprisingly directed toward the mortals, concerned him. It wasn't like Nicholas to be this angry at them, not like this, and his only conclusion was that something must have happened...what, exactly, he wouldn't discover until later. Nicholas' sheer anger was blocking him, making the specifics of the situation unavailable to him. Right now, the air seemed to suggest the beginning of a war. Already the ingredients were brewing...already tendrils were reaching out and trying to tease them...push them to the edge. Soon, he feared, those tendrils would become more, and everything would break. Sensing something, although faint, he and several of the others paused in their tasks, turning toward the door. A group of mortals pushed their way in, using crosses, holy water, and garlic to their advantage. When a crossbow was fired, hitting one of the vampires dead on, anger flared in shades of gold and crimson. Even as crosses were shoved into their faces, their delicate skin burning, the vampires reacted. More bolts flew through the air, sending two more vampires to their deaths. The mortals, as they began to realize they were now the targets, began to retreat. LaCroix focused in on one of them, a loaded crossbow aimed at him. Before the mortal could react, he wrenched the device from their grip, the bolt flying safely to the side. The man screamed as his arm broke with an audible snap. LaCroix released the mortal, the man's comrades having already fled. The man found himself encircled by those he had attacked. Watching with something between amusement and rage, LaCroix warned, "Do not touch him. He does not deserve a quick death." For several minutes, he watched the mortal cower in fear and pain, the vampires' anger rising faster and faster. Eventually, LaCroix yanked the man to his feet, pushing him roughly toward the office, Damien following close behind. As the door slammed shut, he asked the younger vampire, "How many were killed?" "Three," Damien simply stated. "Three," LaCroix calmly repeated, and then turned toward the mortal. "Three deaths on your group's hands. How does that make you feel that they are going to let you take their punishment?" "If I must die, then so be it. Kill me and get it over with." LaCroix' anger boiled on the border of rage. Then, he half chuckled. "You will face mortal justice, I'm afraid...and no matter your sentence, know that you will get what you deserve." He smiled, holding his gaze on the mortal. "Damien, have the mortal authorities contacted about our...guest and his group's actions." As the younger nodded, LaCroix circled the mortal, who was starting to panic. He was pleased, aware that the man knew he wasn't done with him. Pulling the man to his feet, LaCroix roughly held the mortal's face, forcing him to look at him. "I think you have quite a story to tell, don't you?" "Quite...a.... Yes...." He smiled. The mortals would know all about their attackers...and they would be dealt with. He left a few more suggestions in the man's mind, and then he released him. The mortal fell to the floor, holding his arm and muttering to himself. Pathetic mortals...they wouldn't dare try this again. His eyes burned scarlet and he set about the task of waiting. Soon, he could hear the sirens as the mortals arrived. This was almost too perfect...it would possibly give the Community the opening they needed. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. "Tonight could very well be the beginning of the end of peace between humans and vampires. First, the night started with an attack on Toronto, Ontario's city Elder, Nicholas de Brabant, at his place of work. Then, three time zones away and across the border in Seattle, Washington, three of their Community died in an attack. Suspects for the latter attack are in custody and are being investigated. More, including the city Elder's opinions from both of the affected cities, will be seen later." Aha grinned as one of the other council members switched off the television. Here, in London, the morning news had already gotten a hold of events...even though only a matter of hours had passed since what had happened in Seattle. "Three of us die and you smile, Aha. I see no reason to be happy." He turned, facing Ningal. She stood a short distance away, her long hair lying about her shoulders, covering a good portion of her delicate almost white skin.... She was becoming such a nuisance to him that he almost considered killing her. It would, after all, be simple. He turned away, his eyes lingering on a sword hanging on the opposite wall. It would be simple indeed, and his smile increased. "We are disbanded and weak. We have no hope at gaining the control over the Community that you desire. You ruined those chances some time ago." Glaring at her, he took a few steps forward, backhanding her hard across the face. "*We* are not weak--it is you that is weak. You weigh the Council down with your dead weight!" "And what are you going to do about it? You won't let me leave out of fear that-" He hit her again, the force sending her into the wall. "I won't let you leave, but there is so much else I can do. Soon, you'll find out one of those possibilities." As he approached her, she leaned against the wall. The other three council members simply stood and watched. Ningal knew without asking they wouldn't help her. Two of them were in with Aha, and the other...he was too weak to speak out against them. He grinned and flew at her, at which she snarled, quickly darting out of the way. "You can't escape, and you know it, Ningal. Give yourself up and this will be so much easier for you." "I will not allow you to turn me into something I'm not. If you want me gone, you're going to have to do it yourself." "I assure you, that won't be a problem." Aha nodded to his second in command, and a few moments later, two other vampires entered. Ningal saw the hypodermic needle one of them carried, and her eyes widened. She needed to get away...and she needed to do so now. Watching her attempt to flee, he flew after her, grabbing her hair. She screamed and he suppressed a smile, pulling her ever closer. Holding her against him, he pushed her hair to the side, revealing her flawless white skin. He let one of his fingers trace along her neck, feeling her struggle. She could feel him silently laughing at her. Letting her anger loose, she bit hard into his hand, her fangs ripping the skin and muscle. She freed herself, and then spun to face him. When he again started for her, she scratched his face, drawing a sizable amount of blood. Wiping some of the blood off, he licked it from his fingers, the taste of his anger merely intensifying his emotions. How dare she attack him. She would pay, and she would do so now. He bared his fangs and pounced. Grabbing her, this time he didn't waste time with making her suffer, but bit mercilessly into her neck. Her blood flowed slowly from her veins as he drank it, draining her until she was nearly unconscious. Drawing away, he licked her blood from his lips. It was, he found, quite satisfying to take her blood...even if it did leave a foul taste in his mouth. She believed Lucius and Nicholas would destroy him. She would be proved wrong. Accepting the needle from the younger vampire, one of the Enforcers that had stayed loyal to the Council, he injected its contents into her bloodstream. In a matter of seconds, he watched as she faded into unconsciousness, her dead weight leaning against him. Stepping back, he released his grip, Ningal falling quickly to the ground, hitting with a hard thud. He smiled, and then looked to the others present. Not one of them showed any resistance to his actions...and now they knew what would happen to them if they did. "Get her out of here. Make sure she is...cared...for." The two Enforcers nodded and carried her limp body from the room. "Your meddling in this is dangerous. The mortals might be quick to jump to conclusions, but our kind are not." He glared at the speaker, Tjia. Her black eyes practically looked through him. She was third eldest of the Council, and rarely voiced her opinion...except, apparently, for now. "It will suit its purpose. Besides, the chances that anyone will ever know are slim. She will probably die at the hands of the mortals--which is her fate. Unless you would like to join her, you will not mention this again." "It is just a statement. We must take care in what we reveal to the mortals. They are smarter than they appear; something we should all know." "And caution will be taken." He walked across the room, and then spun to look at the others. "But, for now, it's time to see how Lucius and his son deal with this little turn of events...the mortals will not wait any longer, and I, for one, would like to see the outcome." Turning around, he walked over to the only window in the room. Pulling the curtain to the side, he let the first tendrils of daylight spill into the room, causing the others to move. He peered carefully out, getting just a glimpse of the awakening world. Soon, day would creep up on the New World, and the mortals would be demanding answers. He smiled. Things were going well...very well indeed. Things Fall Apart - (09/33) LaCroix paced back and forth in the conference room, waiting. The mortal was being questioned a second time. The police didn't trust him; he could feel it. But, he also knew that they would have to believe the mortal. Watching the other vampire, Damien leaned back in the hard chair, stretching. "Sit, LaCroix. They'll eventually come." He spun on the younger, nearly responding...but when he turned, he saw an expression so similar to one his son might give that he stopped. He didn't sit, but he did cease his pacing. Now, his thoughts slowly turned to Nicholas. He wished his son were here. Nicholas knew how to deal with the mortals...knew how to play their little games of 'procedure.' He, on the other hand, felt like this was all a waste of time. Finally, the door opened, and LaCroix turned to face the mortal. The man was the one in charge...and although he didn't particularly enjoy talking with Reese, he'd much rather be talking to that mortal. "I'm going to say this right now--I don't like your presence here. I, personally, think your kind should be disposed of..." LaCroix let his eyes change, but made no other action at the words. "...but upholding the law is my job. Since your kind has nearly the same rights as mortals at the moment, you are tolerated in this building." He didn't like the sound of the statement...but there was no animosity in the tone. At least this mortal was being civil. "And what is to be done? Anything? Or are you just going to brush this off?" The other didn't react. "Three of my people died in this so- called 'voicing of opinion' as you mentioned earlier. Death, I would think, wouldn't be taken this lightly by your people." "What will be done, is pro-" "Procedure. Yes...I know plenty about that. Unless you want to have to deal with this again in the future, I suggest you deal with those responsible--or we will. Either way, my people will not be hunted like wild animals." He paused, moving to stand behind the mortal, the officer by the door tensing. "If you find yourself hesitant to deal with those responsible, ask yourself this; how would you like to be hunted like you hunt the innocent deer?" He pulled away, circling the police captain. Putting the last image to the back of his mind, the mortal carefully changed the subject. "Those responsible will be dealt with by the law. But, the public isn't going to sit around and wait for your people to make your opinions known. If you would like, I can have something set up here tonight." LaCroix considered this, but wasn't sure he could trust this mortal. "And our safety? Myself and Damien will not take kindly to pressure." "One reporter--that will be all. I'll make sure they understand that this is merely an informational interview, and that it will be distributed to the news stations. We'll have it in one of the conference rooms, and officers will be present. The situation will be entirely under your control." The Roman vampire raised an eyebrow at that. "Entirely? Elaborate." "If you think they are even too close to you, you can have my officers keep them back. You will be in charge." LaCroix turned to the younger vampire. "Damien?" "As long as it is understood that the interview is not to be edited in anyway. If it is, it will pass our approval before being aired." Smiling, LaCroix walked across the room, standing behind Damien. "You have heard our answer. If that is possible, then you may bring your reporter." He watched the mortal nod and leave the room, at which he closed his eyes and relaxed. Perhaps, at least, this would go well--even if the mortal didn't like what they were. Time ticked by, and he eventually came to sit at the table, considering what was to come. Yes, they would make their concerns clear that night. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick leaned against the backside of the Precinct, trying to gather his thoughts. He had left earlier that night, heading to his loft to hopefully get some peace and quite...but had only found reporters gathered. There were simply too many. Although he knew he needed to make a statement, he wasn't going to even try in that frenzy...it would just be a mess. He had then stopped by LaCroix' apartment, where he and Natalie had been staying. Turning on the news, he was mildly surprised at what met his eyes. Instead of mention of what had happened at the precinct, he found glimpses of LaCroix and police. There had been an attack in Seattle. Apparently, there was going to be some kind of interview soon, and tensions were rising, waiting for it. After that, he had stayed for a little while, taking the time to get something to drink. Then, he had called Reese and returned to the precinct. Standing there, he knew something had to be done here as well. The mortals needed answers, and it was time to give a few out before things got worse. He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Once he was reasonably relaxed, he slowly headed into the precinct by the back door, wanting to avoid the reporters that were stationed in front of the building. As he made his way toward Reese's office, he noticed more of his co- workers stopped their tasks to back out of his way. That couldn't be a good sign...but he wasn't sure exactly what it meant. The expressions that met his gaze ranged anywhere from fear, to surprise and amazement. His burns, he knew, had completely healed. He also knew that his anger at what had happened was still barely under control. Stopping outside of Reese's office, he rapped lightly on the door. A moment later, the Captain told him to come in, and he did so. The other was on the phone, and he quietly made his way into the room, closing the door silently behind him. "Yes, I know what is going on in Seattle, Commissioner, and I'm not going to let it affect my opinions here. As far as I'm concerned, LaCroix is acting quite...humane; unlike most of the human race." There was a pause, and Reese leaned tiredly against the edge of his desk. "I know that. So does Nick, I'm sure." Another pause, and his anger was pushed toward the limits. "I'll let him know, but I don't think this is just going to be allowed to be pushed into some dark crevice. Good night, Commissioner." Reese moved to replace the phone, but paused, and then sighed. "Commissioner, I have some important business to attend to, so if you'll excuse me...good night." With that, he hung up, shaking his head and turning to Nick. The vampire stood somewhat calmly near the door, looking out into the rest of the precinct. There was a lot going on in the other's mind, he suspected, but there was more. "Nick?" "Hmm?" he half mumbled, turning to the mortal. "That was the Commissioner...I don't know how much of that conversation you got, but I have a feeling you more or less know his opinion on this, right?" Nick stared at the opposite wall. In truth, he hadn't gotten a word of the conversation. His mind was on what he was going to do next...or what he should do next, anyway. "Yeah...I have a pretty good idea," he eventually answered. "Well, I'm sure you probably know, or at least have heard about the interview that's going on in Seattle." His detective nodded, and he continued, suggesting, "I think that it would possibly be a good idea if you did something similar--get your side of this out in the open. You need to show that you're not what Hawthorne was trying to get at-- that you're just like anyone else even if you aren't quite human." "I like the idea, Captain...I'm just really not in the mood to be attacked by cameras at the moment." "Well, last I heard there were only two news crews camped out in the front of the precinct. You know they're going to stay there until they get something...." "Yeah, I know." He nodded slightly, more to himself than anyone else. But...he just didn't want to deal with it right now. At the same time, he knew he had to. "Well, when you leave, you could just answer a few of their questions...and get it over with. Delaying it is just going to make it worse." He nearly nodded, but instead merely met the other's eyes. He tried to remember exactly why he had come by...and realized it was basically a subconscious need. He had needed to know that what he was thinking of doing was a good move--which was to talk to the reporters as he left. "So...." "I'll get on it..." he sensed something, and after a couple of seconds, realized that it was Natalie. "As soon as I talk to Nat...." He turned toward the door, turning the knob, but not immediately opening it. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Captain." Receiving a weak smile, Nick headed out into the precinct, catching up with Natalie on the other side of the room. "Nat...." "Nick, there's some reporters out there that *really* want to talk to you. They just about barraged me when I tried to come in. I mean...Nick, they know I know you, and...." He took her arms in his hands, lightly holding her. "Shh...I'm going to talk to them and get a couple of things answered. How about I meet you in the parking lot, and then we go to the loft? I need a little bit of a change of scenery, and I really don't want to lead them to LaCroix' apartment." Giving a small smile to her, he kissed her lightly on the forehead. "We'll talk more later, okay?" Even though she was afraid of what they might ask, she nodded. "I...guess I should go, then, so they don't go after both of us. I'll meet you outside." Nick stood for a moment, watching as she headed for the entrance. He could feel just a few hints of her thoughts, and he knew they would definitely have to talk. Waiting a few minutes, he took in a deep breath and headed in the same direction Natalie had moments before. Exiting the precinct through the main doors, Nick watched as the reporters spotted him, stopping him near the bottom of the steps. "Detective, could we ask you a few questions?" Two cameras pointed his way, and he nodded slightly. "Knight, we heard what happened here tonight. Does it have anything to do with what happened in Seattle?" "First, it's officially de Brabant, now. As far as can be seen, there is no connection between the two. What happened here was a statement of opinion that got out of hand, and in Seattle, the attack was clearly planned." "Until now, your Community has been silent on concerns in the recent news. What is the Vampire Community's view on this?" "We are taking caution and waiting for more information. We cannot fully voice our views until we know what is going on. We have received no more information than what has been presented in the news." "We are aware that LaCroix is making a statement, and were wondering if you would answer a few more personal questions?" He hesitated slightly. He hadn't quite planned on this. "That depends on the question." "We know few, if any other of your kind working in jobs that deal with the human population as a regular part of their job. Do you plan to continue to work despite tonight and recent news?" "There is nothing that states vampires cannot work, and I will continue to do so." He paused, and then, sensing more to their question, he stated, "I know there is concern about vampires being in close contact with humans, but if anyone is in danger by me working, as has been demonstrated here tonight, it is myself." He tried to push by and leave, but they blocked his way. "One more, Detective. It has been noticed that a couple of mortals seem to be privy to information about your kind such as Dr. Lambert here in Toronto. What is her position in your Community, and what allows her to be in that position?" "She is, and has been, a close personal friend of mine. She has no position in the Community, merely its protection." As he pushed through them, the reporter asked, wanting more, "There has to be some reason she has your kind's protection. What is it?" "She has had my personal protection for some time. The Community's extension of protection is nothing more than an extension of my own. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to get home." With that, he slid away from them, heading at a quick pace across the parking lot to where Natalie waited. "Nick...." "Nat, it's okay. Come on, let's get out of here, then we can talk." She closed her eyes, nodding. She felt Nick's hand on her back, leading her behind the building and out of the reporter's view. Then, he wrapped his arms around her, lifting them both off the ground in an instant. Things Fall Apart - (10/33) LaCroix stared at the reporter. So far, all of the questions had been directed toward him. They had given a description of what had happened that night during the attack, but already he could feel the reporter's direction shifting. "What is the Community's stance on events, specifically what happened several hours ago?" "Attacks on us will no longer be tolerated. If the mass populace cannot be controlled by their own kind, we will take it unto ourselves to deal with this. This does, after all, greatly concern the Community." "What, exactly, would 'dealing with this' mean? Would your kind merely find these perpetrators, or would you deal with them as well? If so, how?" "They would be dealt with," he firmly stated. "How, would depend on the situation. *If* the police overlook this, I believe it is a breach of the law. We can, if procedure is taken, do as we please with those who threaten us. I'm sure I don't have to spell out the possibilities." Waiting a moment, the reporter took that in. Then, she asked, "Is this opinion shared by other City Elders?" "Our Community is relatively close knit in our viewpoints when it comes to matters concerning us. I'm sure my son would agree with this, and so would the majority of those in the Community." "What about the recent announcement? That vampires are apparently not human?" He shifted slightly. "The Community has received no information on this. Perhaps, when proof is shared with us and with the public, we will be able to provide an answer, but not until we know more." "Then, may I ask your opinion on this topic? Do you believe this claim is, or could be, true?" "I think that depends on just what your definition of a 'human' is." LaCroix paused a moment, and then added, "I think my son would be able to answer this much better than I." "And what would he say?" He paused again, considering that for a moment. "That it doesn't matter what we are; mortal or vampire. We should be judged objectively, and not by the folklore that has imbedded itself into mortal society. Also, that humanity and humans don't always share the same qualities--and I have to agree. Considering no mortals died in tonight's attack while three vampires did, I consider that a statement in and of itself. We could have killed every one of them, possibly even preventing the deaths of tonight." "And why didn't you? Was it merely a part of playing along with the laws, or...?" "A quick death is not something to be given to an enemy lightly. I learned that as a mortal, and I still believe it. But, more importantly, we want this dealt with, and the first course of action is to attempt to do so through your mortal justice. As mentioned, if it is not taken care of by them, we will not hesitate to intervene if the need arises." "And just what, precisely, would your actions be?" LaCroix held back his anger; he'd already more or less answered the last two questions...but he would do so again. "We will do what is necessary to prevent further deaths. Despite the belief that we infect every crevice of the world--we do not. We will survive-- whatever the result may be to those that try to destroy us. We will not lay dormant against our attackers." Backing up slightly, the reporter found herself captured by the determination in the other's eyes. It was clear to her that they would do just that...no matter what would happen. "How long will you be staying in Seattle? As I'm sure you know, Toronto seems to be the center of what's going on, where you left your son in charge." "I will stay as long as is necessary. My son is not weak and he can handle whatever is to come his way during my absence." As she prepared to ask another question, he glared at her. The vampire's icy gaze was...difficult to ignore. "As you know, the world has been closely following the events in Toronto since your people have been revealed. We have noticed Dr. Lambert's continued involvement on your side of events. It has been speculated that she is more of a game piece to your Community than anything else. Is she under your, or any other vampire's influence?" "No. She acts under her own will," he stated truthfully, faintly remembering how she had practically forced either himself or Nicholas to bring her across. "She is an acquaintance of my son's." "So has been repeatedly said. Are they friends, or something else?" She waited for an answer, but he simply stared at her. "Is she your son's lover? Or, perhaps even your own?" He stared at her, the questions becoming annoying. "As I said, she is an acquaintance of Nicholas'. That is the only answer I will give." The woman met his eyes, and he locked his gaze with hers until she eventually looked away. He purposely kept his outer appearance calm, his smile known only to himself. Recovering from the discomfort, she asked, "Will we be able to talk with you again if and when more develops on this?" Her words angered him slightly, even though he knew she was referring to more than just the attacks. "Yes, myself or Damien will answer more questions in the future as they are needed to be answered." At that, she turned back to the camera, ending the interview. He watched her as they prepared to depart, his cold gaze following her and the cameraman as they left the room. A moment later, he sensed Damien step up behind him. "LaCroix, you came close to-" He spun on the younger. "I know that, Damien! And if you'd been answering those same questions, you would have considered doing so as well." LaCroix turned to the police captain, who had just entered the room. "May we leave, now, or do you have more questions?" The glare stopped him in his tracks. "You may leave, although I want updates if your people take any actions that might have repercussions later." "You will be notified if such actions are taken." With that, he left, Damien following him close behind. Reaching the street, the younger vampire asked, "You shouldn't have reacted." He pulled the younger to the side, leaping into the air. Landing on a nearby roof, he explained. "You know exactly who the Doctor is. She is, as far as the mortals are concerned, still one of them, and I would like it kept that way." "But the reporter...." "Her conclusions are quite correct, Damien. Natalie is much more than simply Nicholas' friend. You will not leak this information to anyone, understood?" "Yes, but-" "If you value your life, I expect you to keep your mouth shut. If it is discovered Natalie is one of us, it could cause quite a stir." Calming, LaCroix continued, "Come, we must return and get the mess cleaned up as well as remind the others to control their anger at the mortals." He closed his eyes and nodded. The other left, leaving him on the rooftop. He hadn't even thought about LaCroix' daughter. If he had been the one answering the questions, he would have very well slipped, revealing her. Swallowing, it hit him that if he had, today would have been quite painful. He silently thanked LaCroix for coming and for dealing with the mortals, and then took off for the club. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Natalie walked slowly down the stairs, watching as Nick sat still on the couch. "Nick...?" He turned, finding Natalie walking toward him wearing his pajama top. "I thought you were asleep," he said, turning back the way he was facing earlier. "I was...until a couple of minutes ago. I heard the TV on." She approached and sat next to him. "Nick...you were watching a broadcast of LaCroix' interview, weren't you?" He remained silent, and she became slightly worried. "Nick, come on. Talk to me...you said we would talk when we came back, but you've been quiet." "I've been thinking," he immediately answered. "About...?" "Just...things. Nothing in particular." She knew he was lying. Although the link between them was weak, she could feel it. Nick, she had learned, wasn't very good at lying...not to her...nor to LaCroix or Janette. Before, she hadn't known, but now...now she could feel it. Looking at the remote, which was still in his hand, she commented, "What was the interview about?" "I...don't really know. I only watched for a few minutes." He looked away. "I turned it off before it was finished...something LaCroix said just surprised me." "And what was that?" "He was asked about humans and if he thought vampires were human." He stopped, pausing for a moment. "When he answered, he mentioned me...that I would be able to answer the question better than he." Natalie waited for more, feeling that he hadn't completely answered her. "And...what else?" "That...it shouldn't be a question of if we are human, but humane...he basically said we're more human than the mortals. I was just...surprised that LaCroix would use my definition. I turned it off after that." He stared at the remote for a moment, and then put it on the table. He hadn't even planned to watch the interview...he'd felt some of LaCroix' thoughts during it, and when it had come on, he had started watching it before he realized it. He just *had* to know exactly why LaCroix' thoughts were on him so much. Watching as he spaced off, Natalie leaned closer, brushing a few pieces of hair behind his ear. "Nick?" He turned to her, not sure what to say. He knew, if only vaguely, the topic of the last part of LaCroix' interview. The mortals were becoming suspicious. "Please, Nick, I know something is wrong. I mean...you probably don't want to hear this again from me, but at the precinct...I heard what you were asked, about why I was so close to the Community." Stopping, she wasn't sure if she should say the other thing or not. At least partly aware of Nick's thoughts, she decided to go ahead and say it. "And...I can feel something along the same lines from LaCroix. I don't know exactly what it is, but I know it has to do with me. The mortals are suspicious that I'm under your control, Nick, that I'm some kind of-" He tightly squeezed her arm, cutting her off. Making her look at him, he told her, "You are no thrall, Natalie. You know that. You may be a vampire, but you can do as you want." "But they aren't going to think so, Nick, and I think you know that. I will be, as far as they are concerned, a pawn of the Community." As she pulled away from him, standing up, he followed her, grabbing her from behind. "Nat...I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want you to be pulled into all of this." She struggled in his hold, but she was too weak to even budge his hands. Then, as her muscles relaxed, she cried, the scent of her blood tears hitting her senses. Pulling her tighter against him, he turned her so that she could lean up against him. "Shh...Natalie. I don't want anything to happen to you, and I won't allow anything to happen." While trying to push away from him, she found herself being turned to face him. His eyes were somewhere between blue and gold--the same as hers, she suspected. "I know that, Nick. This isn't your fault. None of this is. This is what I wanted, and I can't go back on that choice. But...I'm not sure I know how to deal with this...with being a vampire. What if the world finds out what I am?" Then, to herself, she asked, 'How does Nick cope with this day after day? He could sense her thoughts and worries. "We'll deal with this one day at a time, Natalie, just as we have been." Loosening his grip, he held her face in his hands. "Nat...if you really don't want to be this.... I'll talk with LaCroix, demand that he tell me if there is any way to make you mortal again...I'll force it out of him if I have to." "No...no, Nick. I made this decision. I want to be with you...and I don't want to push you and him apart. I-" She stopped once more, feeling his worry begin to seep across their link. Pulling his hands away, she stood on her tiptoes, lightly kissing his lips. Then, resting her head on his shoulder, she continued, "I'm just so afraid, Nick." He closed his eyes, gently rubbing her back. "So am I, Nat, so am I. I think we all are." Things Fall Apart - (11/33) Tracy walked slowly up the steps in the Church. She really didn't know where Vachon was staying, but figured he would probably be here. She had watched the news that morning, seeing interviews of both Nick and LaCroix. She really hadn't paid much attention to them, but she remembered Natalie being mentioned, which got her to thinking...which had eventually led her here. Spying several candles, she looked around for the one who lit them, but found the room eerily quiet. "Vachon? Come on, I know you're here." She continued, checking every possible place. Then, while stepping back, she ran into something. Jumping, she turned, finding Vachon standing right there. "Vachon!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. "Sorry...one can't be too careful, lately." Calming down, his statement hit her. "Have you had any problems?" "No...not here. Just with everything going on...." "Yeah, I think I get it." Tracy watched him as he casually crossed the room, sitting down. "How come you haven't come by?" "In case you haven't noticed, I'm rather busy of late." She walked toward him, sitting next to him but facing forward. "There's more to it than that, Vachon. I know there is." Feeling the cushion shift as he leaned back, she had a feeling she wasn't going to get an answer. "If you want me to leave, I will." Again, he met her with nothing but silence. She abruptly turned. "Vachon...we've barely talked since you...came back," she mentioned, recalling discovering he was alive and finding out he was still suffering from Divia's attack. But, other than a few short conversations since he had recovered, they hadn't really spoken. "I guess what I want to ask is...are we still friends? I mean, I know you're busy, and I know you probably have a lot to think about...I just...." He kept his gaze steady even as she trailed off. Reaching slowly forward, he stopped his hand just behind her neck, letting his fingers repeatedly slide through the last several inches of her hair. "Vachon...." Snapping out of his actions, he looked at her, seeing that she needed something. "Come here." When she hesitated, he gently rubbed her forearm, lightly guiding her closer. "It's okay, Trace." She let him pull her against him, and let her head come to rest on his chest. Shifting and curling up next to him, she laid there for several minutes, simply staring across the room. After a short time, it hit her there was no heartbeat, that little thing reminding her more of what he was than anything else. With the more recent news and Nick often off doing something else, it hit her how alone she felt--even with Vachon having returned. She spent almost all of her time with Vachon, Nick, and Natalie. She really didn't have many friends outside of work and, for the most part, had avoided her family ever since the Vampire Community was known to all. Now, she felt like she was being left behind. It was almost as if the whole world was passing her by. Nick was busy...Vachon was helping Nick...and Natalie had her own problems to deal with as well. She, however, couldn't seem to do anything to help. "What do you think all of this will lead to?" she eventually asked, honestly not even sure if he was awake. "Hmm?" Sitting up, she turned to him. "The news, the protests...all of that." He looked across the room, and after a moment, answered, "Things will settle down." "Are you sure about that?" Quickly turning to her, he could see her fear. "They'll settle into something. You don't have to worry about that, though." When he slowly looked away, she felt her anger rise. "Why? Because I'm mortal? Is that why?" "Tracy...." "Don't even, Vachon. You, Nick, and Natalie are my friends. I care about what happens to all of you. Heck, I even care about what happens to LaCroix." He tilted his head slightly, holding her gaze. "Why do you care?" Gently, he raised his hand, resting it against her cheek. "Why do you care about vampires, Tracy Vetter?" When she didn't give him an answer, he moved slowly closer. He kissed her softly on the lips, and then drew away gradually and retracted his hand. The action was somewhere between startling and expected. It was, she had to admit, something she wanted, but.... "Do you really want to know why I care?" He stared blankly at her, which she took as an affirmative. "I care because you and Natalie and my partner...all of you don't really have to care about mortals, but you do." She saw a hint of protest, which she quickly killed. "You do care, Vachon. If you didn't, I don't think you'd be talking to me right now." Once again, he didn't make any comments in response, and she was starting to become uncomfortable. She slowly stood, telling him, "I should probably go...it's getting late and I'm sure you want to get some sleep. Could I drop by later?" "I'd like that." She smiled slightly. "You know, you can drop by my place whenever you'd like. I wouldn't mind." She waited awkwardly for a moment, and then gave him a smile, turned, and left. Vachon closed his eyes and listened as her heartbeat faded. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her visit...only that something was up. A few minutes later, he got up, blew out the candles, and figured he should, indeed, get some rest. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Natalie sighed, resting her head on her folded hands. Several days had passed since the events at the precinct and in Seattle. Things were just quiet--too quiet. And then, work was particularly slow, something that wasn't helping. While this meant she didn't have to deal with an autopsy, she also didn't have much else to do at the moment. She wished she could just go to sleep right there...but she knew she couldn't do that, either. "Nat? You okay?" Looking up, she found Grace practically standing over her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just...I don't know...out of it, I guess." "Does it have to do with what's going on? I've seen the news, and I know they're pushing to get more information on what your connection to the vampires is." A streak of panic rushed through her. Grace knew what she was, and she hadn't really even thought about it until now. "Grace...." "I haven't said anything and I'm not going to. I just think you need to keep your mind on something other than the news." "Yeah, I know. My shift is almost over and I have tomorrow night off. I promise I'll take care of myself, okay?" Her friend looked at her skeptically, but eventually nodded. Then, the phone rang. She stared at it through the first two rings before hesitantly picking it up. Listening, she instinctively jotted down a few notes, saying a few words here and there so they knew she got the information. Hanging up, she glanced at the clock. "Damn. My shift is over in half an hour and the sun comes up in forty-five minutes. At least the scene is indoors." Stopping Natalie as she stood, Grace asked, "Are you going to be okay with this?" "Yeah, I'll just have to hope everything goes smoothly. That was Nick, so he'll be there, too." With that, she grabbed her things, smiled to Grace, and then left the morgue. Things Fall Apart - (12/33) Walking onto the scene, Natalie quickly made her way into the building--a rundown part of some kind of a warehouse. She heard passing conversations about broken glass, but offhand, she didn't see any, so wasn't concerned. Entering a large room, she found herself quickly pulled to the side by Nick, startling her. "Nick, at least warn me before you do that kind of thing!" "Nat," he said, leading her back out of the room and away from everyone. Once alone, he told her, "You shouldn't have needed a warning. You should have known I was there." She slowly exhaled, nodding. "I know. I'm sorry; I guess I'm just a little preoccupied." He looked at her skeptically. "A little?" "Okay, more than a little, but-" He stopped her words with his fingers, and she felt her frustration rise. Then, she watched as Nick reached up to his collar and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Her eyes widened slightly, and she scanned the area for others. Turning back to him, she whispered, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like? I'm going to let you take some of my blood. You need to calm down a little, and it should help." She shook her head in response. "No, you need it just as much. You shouldn't even be here. You could have let Tracy take care of it." "I'll be fine, Nat. I had some blood a couple of hours ago and I can get a ride home from you or Tracy if the sun comes up. Don't worry about me." Natalie waited a moment, and then shook her head again. She couldn't take his blood. Not here, where they were practically in public. "Nick...I-" He cut her off with a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth almost immediately, teasing her canines. They descended, the combination of being nervous, a little hungry, and now faintly aroused being too much. Breaking the kiss, he gently guided Natalie toward his neck before she could protest, and felt her fangs pierce into him a moment later. As she took the needed blood, he kissed her lightly on the neck, holding his own wants carefully in check, although he knew he had changed. He sensed the approach of a mortal, and quickly shifted, forcing Natalie to release him. Then, he captured her mouth with his, initiating another, deeper kiss while hearing a gasp from a short distance behind him. He turned, meeting the mortal's gaze with faintly golden eyes, making sure he was shielding Natalie and giving her the opportunity to recover. The mortal, a uniformed officer, stared at the two. I--I'm sorry," he stammered, taking a step back. "I didn't know you two were that close." "It was just a kiss," Natalie stated, still mostly hidden behind Nick. Holding the vampire's gaze, he didn't quite believe her words. That, and with what he'd heard on the news, he quickly drew a conclusion, stiffening. The woman's words had almost seemed forced, as if she wasn't quite answering for herself. His mind silently wondered if she really was under the vampire's control, and retreated a little more. Not sure what to do, he mumbled, "I need to get back to work," and then, he quietly walked off. Leaning against Nick, she hugged him tight. "Nick...." "It'll be okay. Come on; let's get this over with so we can get home. Okay?" She nodded and let him lead her back into the other room. Upon reaching Tracy, Nick stayed and she continued until she reached the body. The victim, a young man in his late twenties or so, lay halfway through a broken sheet of glass. It looked as if he'd possibly fallen back through it, although she couldn't say for sure. It was old glass, the jagged bottom edge of the window hanging down, roughly a meter or so from the ground. She knelt down, getting a better look at his injuries, noting he'd been shot twice--probably what had made him crash into the bottom part of the window. "Hey, haven't seen you a lot lately, Natalie," someone from forensics stated to her. She turned, but stayed close to the floor. "Yeah, lately I've been working mostly at night. I haven't gotten a case at the end of my shift for a while." Looking back to the victim, she quietly listened to the other's words as he mentioned what they'd found so far. Then, standing, she felt something sharp slice into her forearm, quickly realizing she had forgotten about the glass. Although it didn't hurt, she let out a gasp of surprise, startling those around her. As one of the officers saw the blood, he quickly walked over, grabbing her arm. "Don't panic, Dr. Lambert." The absurdity of his comment, telling a doctor and a vampire not to panic, hit her. If anyone was panicking, it was him. From the slight loss of blood, she felt her hunger rise just a tad. Nick's blood was helping keep that under control, but it was also making the wound heal much faster than it would have if she hadn't had his blood. She attempted to pull her arm away, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, she stared at him as his eyes widened while watching the jagged cut begin to stitch itself together, a good portion of the blood reabsorbing into her arm. His grip loosened and he stared at her, frozen in place. Only then did she notice the others that were standing around her, looking at her, their heartbeats pounding loudly in her ears. Questions of 'what' and 'how' were directed toward her, and she felt herself instinctively panic. She wanted out of there and she wanted out of there *now*. At the same time, it felt like they were closing in on her, even though they hadn't moved. If anything, they had backed away from her. Standing there, she saw everything through a faintly gold haze; ready to act if someone got just a little too close. From where Nick stood, he had watched events unfold. Although Natalie was handling this relatively well, it was obvious to him that she needed to get away from it. He approached, the mortals moving out of his way more in fear than anything else. When hands wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her away from those gathered, Natalie moved, trying to free herself. Realizing that it was Nick, she let him lead her away from the people gathered. As they walked, she watched as eyes focused on her. They were afraid and accusing, the quiet whispers that she was a vampire screaming at her. She couldn't take this, and found herself moving ever closer to Nick, trying to use him as a barrier against everyone. He took her across the room, warning those present away with a glare. Sitting her down on a crate, he stood protectively between her and the others. "Nat? Are you okay?" She looked to her arm, seeing only a few drops of blood and some bloodstains on the ends of her pushed up jacket sleeve. Slowly, she pulled both that one and the other one down, as she wasn't working anymore. Almost answering, she hesitated, aware that he wasn't asking if she was okay physically, but with what was happening. "I...I'm not really sure. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I...." "It's okay, Nat." She shook her head, trying to hold back her tears. "No, Nick, it's not. If I had paid more attention, it wouldn't-" He reached forward, taking her face in his hands. "Look at me, Nat. Don't do what I've done in the past. You're under a lot of pressure. It happened. We'll deal with it." Tracy approached, but didn't walk all of the way up to them. "Nick, I hate to say something right now, but this has already leaked." "What? How...it's only been a couple of minutes," he stated, not understanding how it could have gotten out so fast. "From what I've heard, someone saw you with Nat a little while ago and they let their imagination run, calling the reporters." She paused, seeing pure terror on Natalie's face. "They had just arrived about the time this came out...and it only took a couple of panicked officers to...." He nodded. He knew how fast this kind of thing could travel, and with the reporters outside, any chance of containment had been lost right from the beginning. "Tracy, could you try to get everyone calm? And...I don't think either of us is going to be able to do much more here. I want to get Nat out of here and home." "Yeah. I'll see what I can do." As his partner left, he kept trying to calm Natalie down. Looking into her eyes, their faint golden tone told him she wasn't ready for anything else at the moment, and he sat next to her, pulling her against him. She silently clung to Nick, not sure of anything that was going on. All she knew was something about there being reporters outside, and that she knew the world either already knew she was a vampire, or that it would in a very short time. She wished she could just be known as a vampire and not have to deal with any of the questions, but she also knew it would be unavoidable. Letting her tears fall and soak into Nick's jacket, she sat, wanting the thundering of the mortals' heartbeats nearby to fade away, or, better yet, cease altogether. Things Fall Apart - (13/33) It was, Natalie knew, nearly an hour after sunrise. By now, most of everyone had cleared out, leaving her, Nick, Tracy, and a few other officers. She faintly recalled seeing Reese at some point, but really wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to her surroundings. However, she had now calmed down. Her tears were long gone, their tracks already wiped away with a moist tissue. Tired, she wanted nothing more than to simply go home and sleep...but she knew that wasn't possible. Sitting up, she drew away from Nick, shrugging out of his touch. She had messed up--big time--and didn't need to hear it from anyone. With her nature revealed, all it did was create a whole host of questions for Nick and LaCroix. "Nat?" She breathed deep and slow, willing herself to relax. "We should probably get this over with, right, Nick?" "Only if you're ready. I don't want to push you too fast. I know you're having a hard time with this." He tried pulling her closer, but she avoided the touch. "Just let me know when you're ready to go. Tracy told me she'll drive your car, since they don't know about the sunlight thing...." His words trailed off and she nodded. She could have driven them home easily since it wasn't too far...if she hadn't managed to cut herself. With a combination of it being early in the day and her mild tolerance of sunlight, there wouldn't have been any problem. She was so mad about the glass that she felt herself change. Quickly, she managed to get herself under control, her eyes fading back into blue in a matter of seconds. Standing, she watched as Nick did so as well and turned toward her. "I want to go home, Nick," she stated, and he gave her a comforting nod. Ever so slowly, they made their way toward the entrance. Arriving outside, they found themselves in a pocket of shadow, a cameraman and reporter pouncing on them in an instant. "From what we have heard, Dr. Lambert is apparently a vampire. How long has she been a part of your Community, Brabant?" Natalie pressed back into him, and he held her possessively, not answering. "When were you planning to release this information?" Not getting a reply, he quickly continued, "Are you her sire, the one who made her?" Again, he didn't receive an answer. "Why was she brought across? Is she a spy for your kind? Is this some kind of punishment for something she did or knowledge she had about your kind?" "It was her choice to become a vampire. We neither pressured nor required it," he finally said while holding Natalie against him, trying to lead her away from the reporter. But, they quickly found themselves cornered into a sliver of shade--a building on one side, the reporter on another side, and bright sunlight on the third and last side. "By this, it is apparent the public has been lied to. What do you have to say about that?" "That most of what has been said is true. Nothing more will be answered until later." "What about her position in the Vampire Community?" Through his bond with Natalie, he could feel her fear. He had to get her out of there and away from the reporter and camera. "Questions will be answered at a later time." He tried to move past them, but found Natalie not budging. "Please, we would like to ask Dr. Lambert a few questions." Even as Nick repeated his previous reply, Natalie couldn't handle the attention and she pulled away from Nick. In the next instant, she found herself standing full in the sun, those present staring at her, dumbfounded as to how it was possible. The reporter froze in place, stunned at what he was seeing. The woman's movements were just a tad too fast for a human, yet she stood in the bright sunlight as easily as any human. Even so, it was clear by her golden eyes just what she was. "How can this be...?" he muttered. Natalie froze, staring straight at the camera. To herself, she silently cursed. This was *not* good. Moving closer, Nick paused for a second, and then reached forward into the rays of light, pulling Natalie back and toward him despite the slight pain. He started away from the mortals, but the reporter stepped into their path. "We would like to know how this is possible, Detective. How can she be both a vampire and withstand the sun?" He could feel Natalie get tenser, and he held her as she practically buried her face into his chest. Natalie had changed when she'd pulled away earlier, and he was almost positive she hadn't changed back. He stared at the man, knowing they weren't going to get out of there without providing some kind of an answer. "Suffice it to say, Natalie has a low tolerance of sunlight." "Again, how is this possible?" the reporter prodded, wanting an answer. Nick shot the man a glare, startling him just long enough to provide an escape route. The two walked off, effectively ending the interview, ignoring the reporter as he called after them for the answer to his question. Heading over to where Tracy was, Nick pulled Natalie away from him. He slowly released her, making sure she was okay, and then told his partner, "Take Natalie to my place and stay with her if I'm not there yet." "What about you, Nick?" she asked as he turned to go the other way. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Your car is in the sun...and I'll be okay. Just get Natalie back to the loft and don't let anyone stop you. If there are any reporters there, just ignore them." She watched as Nick quickly disappeared into the building. Then, spying the reporter coming her and Natalie's way, Tracy headed for her car. Once they were in, she headed out onto the street and toward Nick's, occasionally glancing over at Natalie, who was sitting back in the seat, looking out of the window. Although she wanted to say something to the other, she really wasn't sure what would be okay. So, she kept quiet, hoping Natalie would be okay and that Nick would be able to get back to the loft soon. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick slowly paced in front of the elevator, waiting for Natalie and Tracy to arrive. He hadn't expected to get back so soon, but the scene had been relatively close to the loft. He had flown short distances, keeping out of the sun's rays as much as possible, only going in the light when he had to. He'd beat Natalie and Tracy by a couple of minutes. They were on their way up; he just didn't want to wait any longer. He stopped as it came to a halt, turning toward the door as it opened. Natalie walked in, passing him and going to the couch. He followed her, cautiously sitting down next to her. As Nick reached out toward her, she pulled away, scooting over to the end. "Natalie...." "Please, I don't want to talk about it. I know I messed up. I don't need it rubbed in anymore than it already has been." "Nat," he started, forcibly pulling her toward him. She struggled and he held her tighter. "It's not your fault, Nat. This would have gotten out eventually." "But now? Nick, with everything else...I'm afraid. Not just of the mortals, or my co-workers, but of LaCroix, too. I mean...." "Shh..." he told her, pulling her closer. "LaCroix won't be mad, not at you. We kept this from the public and, in truth, it probably wasn't a good idea." Pushing against him, she eventually managed to break away. Natalie stood, but didn't move from there. "I just...." Trailing off, she looked down. "I know this is going to create some problems for you and LaCroix, and I really didn't want to do that." She let out her breath and slumped back onto the couch. Tentatively, Nick drew her closer, and this time she let him. She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. He held her, but didn't make any move past that. Tracy approached them cautiously, not wanting to bother them. "Nick...I should probably go, I guess. Will you let me know how things are going when I see you?" He looked up at her, gently rubbing Natalie's back. "I'll try, Tracy. I'll probably come in to work tomorrow night unless I end up staying here, but I'll decide that later. I'll try to call you if I don't." Nodding, she stood there for a moment before heading toward the elevator. She slid the door open and looked back at the two on the couch. Then, as quietly as she could manage, she closed the door and left. Things Fall Apart - (14/33) Easily entering his son's loft through the skylight, LaCroix landed on the main floor, his emotions simmering. That morning, he could feel something wrong through the bonds with his children...and then he saw it on the news. He flew up to the balcony in an instant. The water was running, his son apparently taking a shower. Natalie's presence came from the direction of Nicholas' bedroom, and he followed it, quickly entering the room. Hearing the news that morning, he spent the remaining time before sunrise preparing for departure, and took the first plane available that was heading in this general direction. His state of being easily fit within the confines of one word--irritated. Approaching his daughter's sleeping form, her eyes snapped open just as he reached the edge of the bed. He moved closer and she fled as fast as she could manage, but not fast enough. He grabbed her around the waist, holding her form next to him. Feeling his son's presence nearby, he turned, finding Nicholas standing in the door, dripping, with a towel fastened at his waist. Taking several steps closer, Nick asked, "What are you doing here, LaCroix?" "What do you think?!" he hissed. "This will have to be dealt with, Nicholas. And it will take both of us." "What about Sea-" "The city will be fine for a short time. Besides, attention will be fixed firmly on here...and you know it." Moving ever nearer, Nick stopped his advance as LaCroix' hold of Natalie became slowly tighter. "Let go of her, LaCroix. It wasn't her fault." "She exposed herself!" "Something that would have eventually happened!" Nick exclaimed, changing. "Natalie's not the only one that got cut on that glass. The body was in a difficult position. Just...let this go, LaCroix." His son's words did nothing to calm him. They had quite the opposite effect, actually. "Do you know what's on the news, Nicholas?" he asked, backing up, practically dragging a mildly struggling and silent Natalie. "Someone, apparently someone at the scene, was quoted, saying, 'she changed, looking like she was going to attack one of us'. This isn't something simple, Nicholas! Not only that, but the mortals know she can withstand small amounts of sunlight!" "Please...LaCroix. Release her." "Not until I know what happened." Saying that, he pulled his youngest child closer, pushing her head to the side. She struggled minutely, but nothing stood in his way to stop him from the answers he wanted. Drawing his head slightly back, he struck, only to find his son's arm around his neck preventing him from reaching his target. He roughly pulled out of the chokehold, sending Nicholas into the wall, but losing his hold on Natalie as well. Anger radiated from every pore. His eyes went red, eliciting a gasp from his daughter. But, now, she was no longer first on his mind--Nicholas was. Turning, he glared at the younger, stepping slowly closer. Flying at his son, he prepared to pin him on the wall before letting his anger loose, but a moment later, he found *himself* pinned against the wall. He escaped from the grip without much difficulty, only to find his son now standing between himself and Natalie. His fury nearly turned to frustration, but he held his son's gaze. "She's frightened, LaCroix. She is scared to death that you're going to hurt her." He looked just past his son to find Natalie clutching fearfully to Nicholas. Despite the fear staring at him, his thoughts on the matter remained unchanged. Even as Natalie's grip around his waist tightened, her fingers clutching the towel, loosening it, Nick kept himself firmly between her and his sire. "Don't take her blood, LaCroix. If you have to take anyone's, take mine. I saw what happened." He felt Natalie back away, and his hands grabbed the towel before it slipped away. It was bad enough to be arguing with LaCroix right now, he really didn't want to be naked as well. He held his sire's gaze, absently fixing the cloth, waiting. They stood almost within each other's reach. Nicholas' suggestion would at least clear this up. "Fine," he stated, quickly closing the distance between them and roughly biting into his son's offered neck. The younger vampire struggled slightly, but calmed after a couple of seconds. At the first taste of Nicholas' blood, he realized his son had been correct. He couldn't entirely place the fault on Natalie--even if he believed it could have been avoided. Pulling away, he saw her standing a short distance away from them, fearful gold eyes staring back. He stepped back from Nicholas and closed his eyes, pushing his emotions away. Opening them, he rapidly turned his attention to Natalie, focusing on her. With his action, she tensed and took several steps back. Coming abreast with his son, he sent him a reassuring glance. His daughter's emotions combined with the present situation sent panic through her. Upon continuing his advance toward Natalie, LaCroix found her shying away. The pure terror he could feel across their bond reiterated Nicholas' earlier words. She genuinely believed he would hurt her. Practically trembling, Natalie shook her head rapidly as she backed up further. When he continued his approach, she glanced quickly to Nick, whose back was to her. "Nick...please." Nick closed his eyes against her plea and told himself not to move. He knew LaCroix wouldn't hurt her...he trusted the elder vampire enough to be completely certain of it. She backed up as LaCroix neared her, eventually coming to the wall. She shook her head, hoping he would stop...but fully aware that he wouldn't. Again looking toward Nick, she waited, hoping he would do something. The distance between herself and LaCroix lessened, and she moved along the wall in an attempt to escape. His arms grabbed her about the waist and she screamed in terror. A hand clamped over her mouth, preventing any sound from escaping. Her fangs instinctively descended, and she bit hard into the flesh. LaCroix' anger at the action rolled through her from his blood. She struggled to free herself, but he only held tighter. "Calm, Natalie, calm. I will not harm you," he whispered gently in her ear while trying to keep her still. She calmed, but only to a point, her fear refusing to leave. Biting harder only resulted in ripping the skin of LaCroix' hand, making it obvious he wasn't going to let go. "Shh.... Nicholas is right, and we will deal with all of this--all of us." Natalie drew her fangs out of his hand and her mouth was uncovered a moment later. LaCroix, however, wasn't letting go of his hold. After several minutes, she began to relax against him. "I didn't mean to, LaCroix. It just happened," she told him, wanting him to understand it was an accident. "Just be calm and quiet. We'll deal with this later, Natalie." A moment later LaCroix felt her lean further into him, using him to support her weight. Gently, he picked her up and swiftly carried her to the bed. Trying to pull away, he discovered that she wouldn't let go. "Natalie, you are safe here. Now, I would like to talk to your brother." Her grip slowly loosened and he backed away and walked toward his son. There, he gently guided the other out of the room. Once the door closed, Nick turned. "LaCroix...." "It's fine, Nicholas," he assured. "Does Natalie have work tonight?" "No, it's her night off." "Good. It will give her some time to deal with this. We must get this taken care of quickly, but not too quickly. We still must set aside some time to prepare for this." When his son continued to stand there, he took the other roughly by the shoulders, turning Nicholas around. "Finish getting ready for work, Nicholas. I believe you either need to finish your shower, or at least dry off. Natalie will be fine." Nick resisted the slight push from the elder vampire, but after a moment headed back to the bathroom. As the door closed and he heard the water turn back on, LaCroix closed his eyes. He slowly exhaled, then returned to Nicholas' bedroom. Walking across the room, he found Natalie deep asleep. Slowly, he approached the bed, and then reached down and brushed her hair behind her ear. It was probably best that she slept a while longer. They had some time before they really needed to deal with this. LaCroix quietly left the room, heading downstairs. He sat in the recliner, leaning back and shifting until he was comfortable. He very slowly drifted into a light, dreamless sleep, hoping to get just a little rest before the night really started up. Things Fall Apart - (15/33) Despite coming in at normal time, Nick felt no different from when dayshift was sitting around him at noon. The looks he received were particularly accusing, as the other officers thought he brought Natalie across. Not only that, but he could hear suggestions that it had probably been against her will. He rested his head in his hands just wanting out of the room. After a moment, he looked up and locked his gaze on his partner. "Tracy, I'll be back in a few minutes...I need a break." He stood before she could protest and headed for the back entrance. Nick fled the building, sighing as the night air hit his face. He leaned against the building and closed his eyes, simply resting. He heard the sounds of a mortal approaching and tried his best to ignore it. He expected the man to walk past him and head inside, but the other instead approached him. Nick opened his eyes and looked toward the mortal. He had just enough time to raise his hands and turn away as he saw something thrown toward him. The liquid burned his hands and wrists, but thankfully nothing more. The other, Jeremy Pierson, started to dart away, but Nick easily blocked their way back into the building. His eyes glowed golden, not trying in the slightest to hide his anger. Pierson, one of the nightshift officers he had never much dealt with, froze in his place for several seconds. Pierson, he knew was a friend of Hawthorn, but hadn't been in on the other Detective's plans. As he allowed his eyes to burn red, he pinned the mortal to the building's side before he was aware of it. Nick held Pierson against the cold brick, watching as the mortal slowly relaxed. He felt the presence of others approach and gather around him, but didn't turn to face them. "Let go of him before you get in trouble. I'm not sure your kind can afford much more against your 'community'." The man's words and tone infuriated him, but he curbed his anger. "I don't think it's a problem." "Don't be so sure. You might be able to get off for this through self-defense, but I hardly call bringing Dr. Lambert across defense, particularly when you proclaim to be her friend. Friends don't kill friends." Nick released Pierson and spun toward the speaker. He approached, his crimson eyes boring into the other. "Say what you will, but Natalie is and always has been a friend. I would never harm her, nor let harm come to her." "Then how do you account for the fact that she's pretty much dead? Huh? Some fluke that just happened without your knowledge, perhaps?" He flew at the mortal and shoved him hard into the building. The action was enough to elicit a cough from Pierson...and then a laugh, which merely irritated him further. "Oh...look, I got the vampire mad.... What are you going to do, kill me?" He squinted slightly. "Don't tempt me. I'm as sick of this as you are, possibly more so. I'm not in the mood to play any of these games." Nick harshly released the mortal and hissed, watching as Pierson faintly tensed. With that, he headed back inside of the precinct, his haven beneath the stars being nothing more than another battleground. Entering, he headed straight for the bathroom. He let the door shut on its own and then leaned against it, closing his eyes. He had to get under control, and he had to do it now. He took several deep breaths, filling his lungs to the brim. His blood flow increased somewhat, his heart beating several times in as many minutes. It invigorated him, but it also made controlling his nature more difficult. No one tried entering, and for the moment, he was thankful for the mortals' avoidance of him. If only they left him alone during work-- something that he knew would never happen--then, he could handle this. He exhaled, aware that he needed to return to his desk. He didn't particularly want to right now, but he was here to work, and work he would. He turned and opened the door, starting back toward his desk. Another stepped into his path and he met their eyes. Pierson remained in place, purposely blocking his way. He really didn't want to deal with this...he just wanted to work so he could get out of there. "Like I said, I'm not here to play games." He stopped, and after a moment, started around the other. The man prevented the vampire's passage and stated, "This is no game. Can't you get it? You're not wanted here. Your kind isn't wanted here." He watched the vampire's anger rise, and he continued, "How long until Tracy is brought across? Let me guess, plans are already in the works." Nick let his eyes flash gold for a second before they returned to their normal blue. "Oh...like that really scares me. It's no worse than any verbal threat." His anger remained close to the surface, and he reminded himself to stay in control. "Perhaps it might seem that way, but as far as you know, I could be preparing to kill you." He flashed his fangs and pushed by the other, but again found himself stopped. He stared at Pierson; his eyes changed to gold in an instant, and then flashed crimson for a split second. "I know you can't touch me." "And why would you say that?" Nick spoke, the tips of his fangs visible. Pierson's anger flared and, as the vampire turned, he struck, his fist making solid contact with the side of the other's head. Nick, more stunned by the action than anything else, reacted instinctively and backhanded the mortal. As another punch started for him, he caught the hand, preventing it from continuing in its path. Before he could react further, another detective, Marks--who had at one point opposed him much as Pierson was now, pulled him from his attacker's reach. Everyone but Marks, Brian, and Tracy avoided him as his anger teetered on the edge. Although Marks was certainly no weakling being several inches taller and having quite a bit of muscle, he really wasn't much of a confinement force for him, either. "Move, Marks." "I'm staying right here, Nick, and so are you." He snarled at the other. "You know you can't stop me." Marks stopped Nick from passing and stated, "Perhaps not, but you saved my life when your Council sicced those vampires on you--despite me doing the same thing that Pierson and the others are doing now. That made me realize that you're not much different than any of the other Detectives. Despite that happening several months ago, I'm pretty sure you haven't changed much, that you don't want to hurt anyone, and I'm not going to allow it to happen." The vampire met Marks' eyes, calming somewhat. No, he didn't want to hurt anyone, even if that meant putting up with the others. "Would someone please explain this! It's starting to become some kind of war zone in here!" Reese bellowed over everything, all of those present silencing and turning his way. He looked first to Nick, and then to Pierson. "I want you two to walk calmly into my office, now!" Pierson winced and Nick glared at the other. However, both complied with the order with only a moment of hesitation. As Reese shut the door, the two stood still, neither making any noise or movement. Reese looked the two over. It was clear Pierson had been hit with a fair amount of force, and the detective was presently making a show of rubbing the back of his jaw and side of his neck. However, he could say the same thing about Nick, even if that mark had nearly faded. He also caught what appeared to be burns on Nick's hands, and wondered what their cause was. He stopped in front of them and asked, "I want an explanation--now." "He provoked me. Threatened me," Pierson quickly stated. Reese's eyebrows went up at the statement. While it was partially true, Pierson had done the bulk of the provoking. Plus Pierson had thrown the first blow. "I saw what happened, Pierson. Don't even try to switch things around." He slowly exhaled, realizing he probably wasn't going to get a reliable answer from Pierson. "Okay. I'm going to save both of you the argument. I'm going to have both of you interviewed on what happened. Pierson, you're first." He shifted at that. "Why me? You want to give him time to think up his response. We all know you seem to sympathize with their kind." "I'm merely trying to keep this fair to both sides." Pierson shot a look at the other, at which Reese acquiesced. "Fine. Nick's first, even though it doesn't matter." He turned to the vampire. "I'm going to let you go home after this. And after this gets figured out, I'll have Tracy stop by your place and let you know what's going on." He stopped and focused on the other. "Pierson, you will be taken to one of the interview rooms and will wait there until Nick's questioning is done. And before you comment on that, if you'd gone first, Nick's instructions would have been identical to yours." Pierson simmered under his superior's words, but nodded, glancing slightly over toward Nick. Reese wasted no time in contacting the front desk. A moment later, two officers came into the room, leading Nick and Pierson to separate rooms, both silently complying. Things Fall Apart - (16/33) Arriving at the loft, Nick found LaCroix still sleeping in the recliner. The elder vampire had seemingly having not moved since he had left. He slowly approached, which in turn roused the elder vampire from his sleep. "Nicholas...what are you doing back so soon?" he asked, his voice sounding tired. "A...minor problem at the precinct." LaCroix gently prodded his son's mind, and his anger shot to the surface in an instant. The mortals had again taken aim at Nicholas. "These mortals must learn their place, Nicholas. If they don't, we will never be able to live anywhere but in hiding." "Don't you think I know that, LaCroix? At the same time, we have our hands tied. We cannot do anything lest we risk becoming hunted." He exhaled and nodded. They were, indeed, stuck. If they either acted on their instincts or let the mortals do as they wanted, they would merely be hunted or afraid for their lives. Both situations were unacceptable, and they needed to find something in-between the two options. Nick waited a moment, and then sat on the couch and asked, "How is Natalie?" "Sleeping. She should wake soon, but I would like to speak with you first." "About?" "My rest has given me time to think and consider what has happened. You are right in that Natalie could not have prevented what happened, and that it isn't her fault." He paused, taking a moment to think about his next words. "I have also thought about what our reaction should be in more detail. We do not need to escalate this more than it already is, and I think the Community should make it a point that we are no more of an open book than they are. Natalie may reveal what she wishes to the public." Again, he stopped, this time sensing his son's surprise. Before the other could comment, he suggested, "I also propose that you don't work for the time being. Just until this is settled." Nick shook his head adamantly. "I'm working, LaCroix, and nothing will change my mind about that." He resisted the urge to shake his head at his son's stubbornness. "Just consider it, Nicholas. Your co-workers don't seem to be dealing well with out kind. You need a break from them." He leaned back, his thoughts centering on the elder vampire's words. Although he knew LaCroix was probably right, he wasn't about to just give up. The mortals would not win this. "And...Natalie? What about her..." he started, but trailed off upon sensing her presence at the top of the stairs. "Yeah. What about me? I think I should be in on this conversation as well." LaCroix turned to her, but only for a second. "We're discussing work," he simply stated. Again facing his son, he continued, "Perhaps, Nicholas, you should do as I suggested." She approached and halted just before reaching the chair. "Don't even think about brushing the topic away, LaCroix." He sent a mild glare at her. "I am not." "Yes you are," Nick stated and felt the other's temper rise. "I'm not the only one working with the mortals." "For the Community's benefit, Natalie should continue to work. It would be more dangerous to do so, and I don't particularly like the idea of having my children harmed. However, the choice is yours, Natalie, as is the decision of what information to reveal to the mortals." She wasn't sure what to think of his answer. "So...what exactly are you saying? That I have to deal with this?" "No. I will stay until things settle here--a few days, a week at the most. Nicholas will aid you in whatever decision you make, as will I if any questions are asked of me." Natalie tensed slightly. Suddenly, she had an idea of how Nick felt about having everything heaped on him...and LaCroix, too, for that matter. She knew they had shielded her from current events and the mortals' reactions, but this was just so overwhelming. "So then, do we just continue as we have been?" "More or less. Some questions will undoubtedly need to be answered, but they can be dealt with as they arise." LaCroix stood and crossed the room to the refrigerator. He pulled out a bottle and prepared to pour three glasses. Natalie silently watched and went to sit next to Nick. She knew how difficult coming events would be, even if she didn't entirely understand what everything meant. As LaCroix returned and handed both her and Nick a glass of blood, she took hers with a faint smile. This, here, was her family, and although she suspected she would no longer be fully accepted by the mortals, she knew Nick and LaCroix would be there for her. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Tracy slid the door to the loft open, walking quietly into the room. It was a little after noon, and she knew Nick and Natalie would almost assuredly be asleep, but she wanted to let them know what was happening. She crossed the room with caution, jumping as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Upon turning, she found LaCroix standing behind her. "Now isn't the best time to visit unexpectedly." Once she had calmed, she told him, "I mentioned to Nick that I'd come by. I want to talk to him." "He's-" LaCroix stopped before he got out another word, feeling his son stir on the second level. "Nicholas will-" He stopped as a phone rang--his cell phone. After he shot her a mild glare, he grabbed the phone, switching it on. "What?!" "It's Damien. We have a...minor problem." He looked to the mortal, walking across the room and keeping an eye on her. "What kind of problem?" "Some mortals got a little carried away. It didn't have the professionally planned feeling to it like the others." As Damien quieted, LaCroix waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "And...?" "And one of the mortals is in the hospital. One of us nearly drained them. I've pretty much dealt with the mortals, but the Community isn't listening to me. They're panicking, and something needs to be done to reassure them as soon as possible." His attention caught on his son as the younger slowly descended the stairs. "I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll be on the first flight out once the sun sets." With that, he hung up and turned toward Nicholas. "You're leaving?" "Circumstances beyond any of our control warrant it. I don't think there will be too much trouble for Natalie. The mortals will turn this against us." Tracy carefully approached, asking, "What's going on, LaCroix? Nick might know from the conversation, but I don't." LaCroix took several slow, deep breaths. "A mortal was injured by one of us in what would have almost assuredly been self-defense. If you want to know more than that, I suspect the news will have more." He turned to his son, commenting, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some more sleep while it is still day." He gave another look to Nicholas' partner, and then headed up the stairs. "I figured you would have been by earlier, Tracy." "Well, so did I. My father's getting involved again. So far, there's nothing against you, but I wouldn't count on it staying that way for long. Reese wants to suggest that you take some time off." As her partner shook his head, she added, "But I knew you wouldn't want that. He's going to let you work on your own time, away from the precinct. If we get a case, either you can go with Natalie, or I can call you. That way you could still work, you'd just be away from the precinct. Reese says it's okay." He pondered the suggestion, not looking up as he sensed Natalie come down the stairs. "Nick...LaCroix told me he was going back to Seattle." He nodded. "Yeah, I'll explain more later." Tracy watched the two, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. She felt as though she didn't really belong there. Fidgeting slightly, she prodded, "So...Nick, what do you think? About working away from the precinct?" "I don't know...." Natalie came closer. She had heard Tracy's proposal, and knew LaCroix wasn't exactly thrilled with Nick working...or her, for that matter. "You could come with me to the morgue. It's pretty quiet, and then I wouldn't have to worry as much, either, in case something happened." He looked like he was going to answer, but she watched as he hesitated. "Come on, Nick. It wouldn't be that bad and it might make things a little easier on you. If it's okay with Reese, I don't see any problems with it." "The mortals might see it as me avoiding work." "And why would that be a problem?" Tracy asked, moving right into his view. "Nick, you're being harassed...worse, attacked. You have a reason to not even work...let alone allow it to continue. You have to do something." "Yeah, I know. I suppose I could do that...as long as you don't mind, Nat." "Mind? Why would I mind? Besides, maybe you can give me a few pointers on stuff...like flying. I need to learn how to do that soon, Nick. I have to have some way out other than running," she told him, her voice wavering slightly as she finished. Nick walked over to where she was, rubbing her upper arms. "It'll be okay, Nat. As LaCroix said, we shouldn't have to worry too much about it. I think the reporters will have their hands full." "I know, I just...." He pulled her closer and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Shh, don't worry about it." Tracy looked on, not sure what, if anything, she should say. "Uh...Nick? I should probably get going. I need to get some sleep too. I'll tell you more later, okay?" She turned and started for the door. "Tracy?" "I'll see you later, Nick," she told him without turning. She pushed the door to the elevator open, getting in and letting it slide shut. Once it was moving, Tracy let out her breath. She was unsure about what was going on. Although she wanted to help Nick, she also didn't want to get in his way. He had a life. He even had a family. Natalie and LaCroix would always be there for him. Her 'family' unfortunately didn't exactly back her up. Her father was at odds with her, and her mother hadn't spoken much to her since before all of the news came about. Neither of them was very thrilled that her partner was a vampire, both wanting to see her protected. But, she didn't want that. She didn't want to be 'Daddy's Little Girl'. She wanted to be her own person...she just needed friends to support her. And, frankly, all of her real friends were vampires, all with problems of their own. Why should they have time for her, a mortal, when tensions between mortals and vampires were so high? She walked quickly for her car, the sun shining down on her. She knew the answer to her question, even if she didn't want to admit it. They didn't need her. They would live for decades, possibly centuries to come, and as far as she knew, she could be shot or in an accident anytime. She was just weighing them down. Tracy slammed the door shut and started her car. Even so, she couldn't stay away...and knew she wouldn't be able to. They--Nick, Natalie, and Vachon--were above all her friends, and nothing would change that. Things Fall Apart - (17/33) A week and a half later: Natalie stared up at the clock. Nick had left almost an hour ago to go by the precinct, and it worried her that he had not returned. Her fear had increased with each passing night since LaCroix left. Nick had been splitting his shift between the precinct and here, except for the last several days, which she requested he remain with her, in the morgue. Her terror attempted to control her, and Nick's presence was the only thing that held it in check. Although the television crews had practically disappeared from sight over the past week, newspaper reporters were still hoping to get some kind of information--anything that would give them an exclusive story. It sickened her. As a mortal, she had been proud of the accomplishments made over the past centuries, and had reminded Nick on more than one occasion that the world wasn't the same as what he grew up in, that the people in it weren't as cruel. But, now, seeing things from Nick's point of view, she understood where he was coming from to some extent. Humans--mortals to be precise--were not the slightly flawed beings she had once believed. Instead, they were rather impulsive and irrational. Those traits worsened situations just as often as it bettered them. And, if that wasn't enough, mortals and vampires both shared those traits, even if some would either deny it, or simply ignore it. She again turned her attention to the clock. Still, no Nick. Tonight, more than others, she was afraid. Even the events of when she had been discovered paled against what she was feeling now. Nick had helped her a little on managing her reactions, but the air around her just felt wrong. She wanted Nick to get there, and soon. Her shift was pretty much over, and then they would be able to leave for the safety of home. Natalie stood and gathered her things, putting Nick's stuff together as well. Once done, she again sat at her desk and waited. Five minutes later, Nick arrived, at which she perked up a little. Her shift was now over, and again standing, she asked, "What took you so long?" "Reese wanted to talk to me about something." With how quiet everything was, she felt herself begin to panic, but pushed the feeling away as Nick had taught her. The reporters hadn't really bothered her or Nick, and she wondered if they were still planning to try to get answers from them about her and the Community. "About what?" she prodded, fearing his answer. "He wanted to know how you were doing, that's about it. He asked about progress on cases, but it was primarily just to see how we are doing." She breathed out, expelling most of the air from her lungs. The reply both comforted her and made her afraid. After all, she knew that they would eventually need to release more information to the public. Since the announcement that vampires were apparently not human, the world had been waiting for the proof of that, but it had yet to show itself. She had reminded Nick of her research, but he suggested remaining quiet for the time being. And she agreed--with what had happened, why would they believe her? Her research meant almost nothing. She again told herself to calm down, and eventually asked, "Are you ready to head home, Nick?" "Just as soon as I get all of my files together." He started across the room to her desk, and she mentioned, "Uh...I kind of already did that while I was waiting. I hope that was okay?" "Yeah, it's fine. Can I keep them here?" She nodded and pulled her keys out. Then, she unlocked her middle drawer and placed the files inside, locking it a moment later. "Is that all?" "Yeah, that's it," he told her, and then her fear hit him. She wanted out of there. Lightly taking her by the shoulders, he pulled her toward him and started for the door. "Come on. We can watch a movie or something when we get there to relax, okay?" Although she didn't give him a verbal answer, she did try to communicate to him through their weak connection that his suggestion was fine. When he held her tightly and she felt a faint reassuring sensation, she smiled, knowing it had made it through. They headed quickly outside and stopped a short distance from the building, both of them tensing, sensing that something was wrong. Before them stood two men dressed from head to toe in black, masks covering their faces. Nick looked to the sides, spotting several others. He pulled Natalie behind him, using himself as a barrier. One of the men, who was off to the side and didn't appear to be armed, ordered, "Now, remember not to harm the woman." At the command, the others approached and Nick hissed at this, baring his fangs. It was tempting to fly, but to do that, he'd have to turn and get a grip on Natalie...and she was now several feet behind him, and out of immediate reach. Besides, the men seemed unprepared for their targets, their weapons appearing to be either nightsticks or stun guns--neither of which would do much damage to a vampire. A couple of seconds later, however, one of the men shoved one of the long baton shaped sticks at him. It shocked him, the electricity paralyzing him for a moment. The man retracted the weapon, but his recovery was not instantaneous. He had made a mistake--these were no ordinary stun guns. They were meant for vampires. Once the feeling somewhat wore off, he prepared to take Natalie and fly them away from their attackers. Again, the weapon contacted him and the man held it against him. He hadn't had enough time, part of the very reason he hadn't flown them away at first. He had feared there wasn't enough time...and there wouldn't have been. Nick fell to his knees from the weapon, unable to defend himself against the attack. The contact ceased for a second, and then resumed, the current great enough to send him to the ground immobilized. Natalie watched on in terror, suppressing a scream as they approached her. The electricity flowed through her for just a moment, but plenty long enough to disorient her. One of the mortals injected her with something, and her surroundings slowly began to fade. "Don't touch her. Just let the drug work," the man, who had spoken earlier, said. Then, one of the others that were surrounding Nick asked, "What about him?" "Get a blood sample, drug him, and make sure he can't follow. Do it quickly." Another cautiously approached the vampire's semi-conscious form. Quickly, he unbuttoned the other's cuff and, with skill learned from years of practice, took a couple of vials of blood. Then, he emptied a syringe into Nick and scurried away as his patient shifted, moving toward him. Nick snarled weakly at the men, getting another jab with the stun gun. The weapon was held in place and after a short time, Nick passed out, but even then, it wasn't retracted. "Leave him. We must leave, now!" the group's leader stated, the sound of approaching sirens in the distance. The woman was already in the van, and the others were preparing to leave. "Now! We don't have time for this!" The man held the weapon in place, increasing the amperage of the device and making the resulting current much stronger. "They should die for what they are!" "And that's not going to kill him, so come on!" He kept it up for a couple of more seconds, and then turned it off, heading for the others. As the van drove away, Nick laid completely still on the ground, a handful of people watching from a distance. The occupants of the first police car that arrived slowly approached the vampire, but didn't get very close. As soon as more officers arrived, they quickly tried to find out what happened, but were confronted with silence. Shortly after, Tracy pulled up to the scene, going straight to Nick when she saw him lying on the ground. She neared him and knelt next to him, slowly reaching forward to touch his face. He didn't react, and to her eyes, he seemed no different from the many victims of their cases. She reminded herself that Nick was a vampire, but...it wasn't much reassurance considering the way he looked. "What happened?" she asked, getting the attention of one of the officers. "From what we've gathered, Dr. Lambert was taken, and they used some kind of advanced stun gun on Brabant. All I know, is that he's out cold and doesn't look that great...but he's not human, so I don't know if that means much." If only she could be sure about the last bit. She watched as the officer walked off and continued with his work. Turning to Nick, she waited, hoping that there would be some sign that he would recover. Then, her eyes caught on a quick movement off to the side, and she looked over to find Antonius approaching. "What happened?" he demanded, although calmly. "We're not entirely sure, but Natalie's been taken." She paused, and then asked him, "How did you get here so fast...or, for that matter, know to come?" "Nicholas...he set up a scanner in the office at the Raven. I heard about something happening here, and came." She nodded. "Um...just curious, but can you tell how he is?" Antonius moved closer, standing behind her. He tried, but didn't get anything and shook his head. "I can't sense him, but I don't know if that's because of the state Nicholas is in, or because we're not related. However, under normal circumstances I am able to feel him...his presence, at least." Continuing to run her fingers through Nick's hair, she wondered aloud, "What should we do? I don't really know how to care for your kind...I mean, I do, but not for something like this." He knelt next to the mortal and pulled her hand away. "He should be fine, although I honestly don't know how he is. We should take him to his place, and should do so now. Otherwise, the mortals are just going to try and take him to the hospital or something." "Wait a minute...we?" "Yes, 'we'," he told her. After a moment, he commented, "Nicholas trusts you." She scoffed at his last comment. "It sure doesn't seem that way," she mumbled under her breath. Antonius, hearing her words crystal clear, paused before saying anything else. "I wish I could say I know how you feel, but I don't. When Nicholas recovers, I suggest that you confront him with your concerns. For the time being, however, we need to get him out of here." She watched as he rose to his feet, and a moment later, she did so as well. "So...just exactly how are we going to do that?" "I'm going to take him to his place, and I want you to go by the Raven and get some more bottles of blood." He pulled out his keys, holding them out to her. She took them, but hesitantly. "What are these for?" "The Raven's locked up except during club hours. Besides, those that stay the day there might not welcome your presence, but if you have a key, you shouldn't have a problem. If they ask, tell them what's happened." He carefully picked the elder vampire up and told her, "Go, quickly. I'll be there when you arrive." Tracy stared after him as he took off into the sky. Frozen in place for a moment, she then quickly started back toward her car. She caught sight of Reese coming toward her, apparently having just arrived. "Where are you going, Detective?" "On an errand and then to Nick's," she mentioned before starting past him. "Tracy...what about all of this?" he asked, gesturing to the literal madness around them. She looked around, and for the first time it really hit her how many people were there. Most of everyone had kept quiet...except for her. Finally, she just stated, "I don't know. It's not going to be my case, anyway. First, me and Nick are too close to this, and second, he's unconscious at the moment." As Tracy stalked off, Reese could easily discern her frustration. He couldn't blame her, either. He didn't like it when one of his Detectives was hurt...and Natalie was as much a part of the police department as Nick or Tracy was. To him, the kidnapping and attack affected far more than just the Vampire Community. Things Fall Apart - (18/33) Tracy made her way into the loft carrying the three bottles of blood she'd picked up from the Raven. The sun had risen on her way over, and she hoped Antonius had made it back with Nick okay. She set the bottles on the table and carefully made her way up the stairs, wondering what she would find. Slowly, she entered Nick's room, finding Antonius kneeling next to the bed. His and her partner's arms were entwined, her attention zooming in on Antonius' paler than usual complexion. "Antonius?" He looked up at the mortal, his eyes a mixture of their usual green and bright gold. Quickly turning away, he removed his arm from the elder vampire's, wiping the blood off each of their cuts with a damp cloth. Nicholas' wound, unlike his own, showed no signs of healing. Thankfully, it was not bleeding, but it worried him somewhat. Somewhat shakily, he stood, grabbed a nearly empty bottle of blood from the nightstand, and hungrily drank its contents. He finished the blood off, replacing the bottle where it had been. Then, he turned to the mortal, asking, "Did you get the blood? Did you have any problems?" "Yes, it's downstairs, and no, there wasn't any trouble." Moving closer, she came to stand next to Antonius and stared down on her partner. His pale skin stood out sharply against the black sheets, lying completely and eerily still. There, on his left shoulder just shy of being directly above his heart, was a burn, the section of skin severely burnt. Antonius had, apparently undressed Nick and brought him up here. There were a couple of other minor burns, but the one on his chest stood out. "Is he going to be okay?" "I suspect he will, given time to recover." Antonius stepped up behind her, gently turning her shoulders toward the door. "Come, we should let Nicholas rest." Tracy allowed him to guide her toward the door, at which she hesitated and looked back on her partner. She nodded, and then, after a few seconds, headed down the stairs. She cautiously watched as Antonius followed, and then went to the refrigerator and pulled out one of two remaining bottles of blood. Her attention shifted to the table, where the three bottles she had picked up sat. "Antonius...how did you know Nick's supply would run low?" He sank into the sofa and turned toward her, stating, "Because I did." "Then why didn't you say something about it earlier, instead of blindly sending me to get more?" Antonius took another swallow of blood. "Nicholas gets his supply of blood from the distributary, and so does the Raven and most of everyone in the city. There are records of the transactions...and Nicholas has been, despite everything that's been going on, regular on when more supplies are needed. It's simply a matter of observation and nothing more." She clenched her jaw lightly. Even though she knew he hadn't meant anything by what he said, it just hit her that this vampire could seemingly know so much about her partner, while she knew virtually nothing. Tracy walked slowly toward the couch, dropping heavily onto it. Sitting there, she wondered if Nick would even want her there. They were partners; yes, but...it all came back to the fact that they really didn't know one another very well. Nick probably knew more about her than she did about him. He watched the mortal carefully, sensing something. "What's wrong?" "It's just...it's nothing." She paused a moment before asking, "Why do you want to know, anyway?" "Because Nicholas is my friend and because I think he would want to know." She shook her head. "Nick is...Nick. He won't let anyone in, except perhaps Natalie, LaCroix, you, and the others." "He's no open book, Tracy. Cut that list down to Natalie and LaCroix, and you just might have it right. Nicholas has become quite solitary of late. Even I don't talk to him much except when it concerns business." "I just...why won't he let me in? I mean, I'm his partner and I don't think he really trusts me." "There's a difference between trusting and sharing. I know some of his background and can see why he wouldn't want you to know about it. He's just as afraid to scare you off, as you are that he's blocking you out. He trusts you more than even he realizes." "I just...I guess I just feel so useless. I mean, Nick has his friends, his family. Most of those I'd consider friends are vampires, but I'm a mortal, and as such, cannot seem to do anything to help. My father...he abhors your kind, and both of my parents don't like me working with Nick. I've stood by him, but it has cost me a lot. Some of the other detectives won't talk to me because of Nick, and I've lost about half of my friends because of it." "Families are difficult, aren't they?" Antonius voiced, the question more of a statement than anything else. "Yes, they are." He nodded, his thoughts turning to Nicholas. The elder vampire had a family, and a caring one at that. "Nicholas is lucky." The statement bothered her. "Why are you saying that at a time like this? I would hardly call Nick, who by all appearances is dead, 'lucky'." Staring across the room, he told her, his voice deepening slightly, "Nicholas has LaCroix, not only that, but they get along fairly well, really. That's more than a lot of my people can say." Tracy considered his words and nodded. Nick was lucky...much more than she. At least he had a family that stood behind him. Looking at Antonius, she watched as he became lost in his thoughts. Remembering the slight harshness to his tone previously, she prodded, "You envy him, don't you?" He turned sharply to her, not expecting the question. "Yes, I do, as I know many others do. I...was a mistake. I was working at my father's vineyard, to be married in a few weeks. Being the eldest son, I was thrilled that the land would go to me and that one day I would be able to raise my own children there." When he suddenly stopped, she prodded, "What happened?" "One night I was outside...it was chilly and we were concerned about frost. I was fairly far away from the house, and before I knew it, something had attacked me and my life was slipping away." He stopped as he was captured by the memory. Then, he looked away, not sure if he could continue his explanation. This story was something he had kept secret, but sensing Tracy's need for this, for a friend, he lowered his voice slightly and continued, "I woke up several hours later lying in the dirt, starved. Before dawn, I had killed most of our servants out of hunger. I nearly killed my betrothed...I was so stunned by what I'd done that I left and started a new life." He stopped, again facing the mortal detective, stating, "I was a mistake. I was supposed to be a vampire's meal, not come across. I had to learn for myself what I was and what my limitations were. Nicholas was purposely brought across, and truly is LaCroix' son. That is what I envy him for." Tracy was a little stunned upon hearing the story. Vachon had told her how he'd become a vampire. She knew most of Natalie's story, and now she knew Antonius'. They were open with her. Nick, however, was still a mystery to her. True, she knew the circumstances of him being brought over...she knew the date, and where...she had even managed to pry the knowledge that Nick had met LaCroix before he became a vampire. But, she didn't have the whole story like she had from Vachon and Antonius. In truth, she really didn't know much about her partner. She wondered if she would ever know much about him. She both wanted and needed to know more, but was fully aware she wouldn't get any answers from him. Standing, she told Antonius, "I'm going to head upstairs...keep an eye on Nick for a little while." He watched her make her way up the stairs, and hoped her uncertainty would eventually be resolved. For now, he would wait and try to remain awake. LaCroix was certainly on his way there by now, and he planned to be awake when Nicholas' father arrived. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix pushed the button for the second level and leaned heavily against the wall of the freight elevator, breathing deeply. Earlier that day he had sensed something happen to his children, and he had immediately headed to the airport. Upon arriving in Toronto, he had hesitated for a moment at the airport, as it was mid-day and the sun shown brightly overhead. But, he had to know what was going on. The freight arrived and he slowly slid the door open, entering the apartment. He pushed the hood of his cloak back, his eyes scanning the empty room. In an instant, he flew up to the landing on the second level and started for his son's room, wondering what lay inside. He stopped in the doorway, some of his worry fading as he saw Nicholas lying on the bed as if he were sleeping. But, he knew his son was not merely asleep. Honestly, upon arriving, he had been unsure of whether Nicholas would be there or not. His connection to both Nicholas and Natalie had been completely severed, and their connection had remained dormant ever since. At the time, he wasn't even sure if they were alive. LaCroix allowed his attention to wander from his son, and he caught sight of Nicholas' partner lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Across the room sat Antonius, also asleep, in a chair. Several empty bottles were visible to him, sitting on the table next to the bed. He took a closer look at Antonius, quickly realizing that the younger vampire was not only exhausted, but also very weak. He fully entered the room, moving closer to the bed and stopping as he reached his son. Looking down on Nicholas' unconscious form, he gently pulled the covers back. The wound on his son's chest angered him almost as much as Natalie being taken. The last he had discovered at his arrival--the mortals' news was at least good for something. Oh his son's arm, he spied a cut, and although it did not bleed, neither were there any signs of healing. Antonius had apparently given Nicholas some of his blood, and while he was grateful of the younger vampire’s action, he was unsure of what to think of its results. The blood should have helped Nicholas...but it didn't appear to have had an affect. LaCroix spied a knife out of the corner of his eye next to the empty bottles. He took the blade in one hand, and rolling his sleeve up, gently raised his son's arm. Making a fresh slice in the same location of the old wound, he cut his arm as well and knelt, holding their wounds together. Despite the fact that Nicholas had not healed, his blood flowed easily from him and into the younger. His son's body pulled on his life force, absorbing it quicker than he expected. He gradually became tired from a combination of blood loss and traveling, eventually leaning against the bed and, a moment later, he slowly slipped into sleep. Things Fall Apart - (19/33) Waking, Tracy slowly sat up and nearly jumped upon seeing LaCroix. The vampire was leaning against the side of the bed, his head resting by where his arm entwined itself with her partner's. Neither moved a muscle, even as she got off the bed, which shook the mattress slightly. She made to approach LaCroix, but stopped herself seeing the knife sitting on the floor. He, just as Antonius had, probably was weak and hungry from blood loss. Quickly and quietly, she went downstairs, grabbing the remaining bottle out of the refrigerator, and putting the others in. Then, she made her way up the stairs. She cautiously approached LaCroix, kneeling in front of him. Right at this moment, he looked like nothing but a concerned father, and Antonius' comment again hit her. Nick was very lucky...probably luckier than he knew. "LaCroix?" she prodded, touching him lightly on the shoulder. He didn't move, and she tried again, shaking him slightly. At that, he groggily woke, turning his attention straight on her, his eyes a pale blue, devoid of any gold. "LaCroix?" She noticed his attention catch on the bottle in her hand, and she held it out to him without any comment. He pulled the cork out with his teeth and drank straight from the bottle, not caring in the slightest whether it was civilized or not. He finished the bottle in a short time, his hunger only partially assuaged by the blood. After setting the bottle on the floor, he turned toward his son--who didn't look much different from when he'd arrived. Yet, the wound on Nicholas' arm had nearly healed, and there were faint signs that his other wound was healing as well. Still, his sense of the younger vampire's presence remained suppressed, but at least it was now clear that his son would heal. LaCroix carefully and slowly stood, using the mattress to aid in his ascent. Nicholas laid peacefully in what he hoped was sleep. He considered kissing the younger on the forehead, but the mortal's heartbeat reminded him of her presence. Ever so slowly, he turned and focused on her, their eyes meeting for a moment before he started toward the door, his tiredness still apparent. Tracy cautiously followed him, wanting to know how Nick was and hoping he would have an answer. As LaCroix sat on the couch, she headed to the nearby chair and sat on its edge. "LaCroix? Nick, how is he?" "His wounds are beginning to heal." He was avoiding the question, and Tracy continued, "I could see that, if only slightly. What I mean is, how is he? Is he sleeping, or what?" LaCroix closed his eyes. Even he did not know the answer to this. "I hope Nicholas is sleeping. I cannot sense him, and it is distressing." She swallowed and considered not asking him anything else, but she had to know. "And Natalie, can you sense her?" He shook his head, not in the mood to argue with her. He just wanted peace and quiet and to watch over his son until he recovered. "You shouldn't be here, Detective." The statement made her tense. "Nick's my partner, LaCroix. You know that. I couldn't just leave him. Would you have rather I did?" The vampire didn't answer, instead just staring at her. "Is it because I'm a mortal? Is that why you don't want me here?" "I believe you have work tonight. If so, you should probably prepare for that." He stood, somewhat unsteadily. He slowly made his way to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle from inside, and turned back to his son's partner. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to watch Nicholas." She stood up, her eyes following him as he headed up the stairs. LaCroix was effectively kicking her out. It was obvious to her that he didn't want her there, and it hurt, even if she knew he had every right to tell her to leave. Tracy checked her watch, seeing that she would have to leave now if she wanted to take a shower and change her clothes. She again suppressed her anger at LaCroix and turned, heading for the elevator. She did have to go to work, but he hadn't said anything about not coming back when she got off. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix sat and glared at the now blank television. Antonius had left just as the sun set, which was roughly half an hour before, to retrieve more blood from the Raven and some clothes for him from his apartment. He had already taken a shower, and was now wearing a pair of Nicholas' pajamas. Although they were a little close fitting, they would be fine until he had the opportunity to change. Then, about fifteen minutes ago, he turned on the television and switched it to the news. The topic, of course, was the morning's events. The mortals were waiting and wanting to know how the Community would react. When the newscaster had begun to repeat things--a result of lack of information--he had switched it off, where it remained. He knew the mortals needed to be addressed, but he first had to see to Nicholas. He reached forward, picked up his glass, and took a long swallow. The blood was enough to satiate his hunger, but nothing further. "LaCroix?" Abruptly turning, he found Nicholas standing near the bottom of the stairs in his robe, tightly gripping onto the railing. It surprised him to find his son so close and, apparently, quite awake. Still, his link with Nicholas was nonexistent. "Where's Natalie? What happened to her?" LaCroix set his jaw. "She...was taken by the same mortals that attacked you," he stated, stopping before saying anything more. Nick slowly approached, letting go of the railing and starting across the room at a steady pace. "Is she okay, LaCroix? I...I can't sense her, nor can I sense you. There's nothing." "I do not know. My link with her is...broken." He immediately froze in place, locking his gaze with his father's. "Could they have killed her, LaCroix?" "It is possible, but I doubt it. My link with you is also...suppressed by something." Nick arrived at the couch and slowly lowered himself onto the cushions. With LaCroix' comment, he felt much better knowing the loss of connection went both ways. He curled up on the couch, letting his head rest just off from where LaCroix sat. "I should have been able to get Nat out of there, LaCroix. It's my fault that she was taken. If they kill her, her death is on my hands." LaCroix sat still for some time, running his fingers gently through his son's hair. "If she dies at the hand of the mortals, Nicholas, they will pay. I will see to it." LaCroix continued his motions, his son moving just a sliver closer and leaning into his touch. Although he still felt nothing along his connection with the younger, there were no signs of protest. Nicholas' anger, he knew, sat just beneath the surface, and he didn't need their link to know that. As Nicholas rested next to him, he listened to the younger vampire’s life-signs. His son's heart beat slowly, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for them. Between that and Nicolas' long, deep breaths, he relaxed somewhat. Nicholas would recover and be perfectly fine. What concerned him now, however, was his daughter. He feared for both Natalie and how Nicholas was handling her kidnapping. His eyes glowed golden, turning crimson for a second. For the time being, he was grateful Nicholas could not feel him. If the mortals permanently harmed any of his family, they would pay dearly for it. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. The blackness that had engulfed her for who knows how long slowly lifted, being first replaced by shadowy shapes against a bright background, and then, ever so gradually, it cleared and her surroundings showed themselves in detail. Natalie shifted and moved to sit up, her muscles tense and stiff, impeding her actions. She stopped abruptly, the sound of a chain moving jarring her focus from her task. A pair of shackles surrounded her wrists, a chain leading from them being hooked to a solid chunk of metal embedded into the wall. Her anger flared at being restrained, what hunger she felt being pushed sharply away. She pulled her arms back, tugging on the chains, but the shackles only dug into her wrists. Next, she grabbed hold of the chain and pulled on it again, this time using all of her strength. The metal links slipped through her fingers, not one yielding to her actions. She released the chain, tossing it at the wall out of frustration. When the metal didn't even dent at the force, she nearly fumed. "They won't break, Natalie. Don't waste your energy on it." Her attention shot toward the speaker, recognizing the voice. There, on the other side of a set of thick metal bars, sat Ningal against the wall. She, too, had a pair of shackles around her wrists. "What are you doing here?" she asked, standing despite the twinge of protest from her legs. Ningal met the younger vampire's eyes slowly. "I woke up here, much as you just did," she told Natalie, the tiredness in her voice slipping out. Natalie felt her emotions amplify even further at the answer. She didn't need to be pushed around in circles...but Ningal’s anger reminded her of her own. She really didn't have the energy to argue, so she instead asked, "Why are we here?" "I'm not entirely sure. I've been drugged most of the time. It's their way of controlling me, making it so I can't fight back. The mortals fear me...they fear my strength and anger. They are doing research here on our kind, but that is all I know." She considered the other's words carefully. If that was true, she wondered just what the research consisted of. Natalie approached the bars and leaned against the wall. "How long have you been here?" "I honestly don't know, Natalie, but I wish I did. They have taken so many samples of my blood...they're doing something with it. Other than that, everything they've done has been more superficial." A door on the far side of the room opened, several heartbeats entering her senses. Her hunger rose as three men entered the room, her eyes turning amber. She focused on them, following as two guards hung back at the door and the third man went to Ningal's cell. He carefully unlocked the door, able to feel the new vampire's eyes on him. He stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, and turning back toward Ningal. She didn't move, only stared back at him with her bright, golden eyes. She bared her fangs, and he knew it was out of fear, out of instinct. His hand pulled out a syringe and he stepped ever closer. The drugs, he knew, had literally paralyzed her. He hated doing this to such an amazing creature, but he had no choice. Slowly, he took her hand, but hearing the sound of a chain move, turned his attention on the other. It was difficult not to watch her. He had seen the news and knew precisely who she was--Dr. Natalie Lambert. She was a doctor just as he was, even if they worked in different fields. Her hungry gaze stared at him, and he found himself being drawn closer. "She must feed. She is too young to handle being starved," Ningal told the man through a hiss. "Just because she is young doesn't mean she is weak. She can do far more damage if starved than I." He turned toward her, stating, "I will mention it and do what I can." "Cease your conversation with the vampire," one of the guards spoke. The man nodded to himself and gave Ningal the injection, watching sadly as she faded into unconsciousness. He stood and turned to the other woman. Still, she focused on him as if she wanted him for dinner...which was probably what she was thinking. Despite that, he was no more afraid of her than a housecat. What he was afraid of, however, was what would happen in the end. Would vampires be wiped out by the mortals fear, or would they decide to take matters into their own hands and make mortals their slaves? He didn't like either of those two possible outcomes, hoping it would eventually settle to something in-between. He walked up to the bars, standing almost right in front of Natalie. Her eyes brightened and turned red, intriguing him further. He saw one of the guards become uncomfortable, at which he forced his attention away. He left the cell, relocking it, and then left the room with the guards. Natalie hissed at the door as they left, her hunger remaining even after their heartbeats stopped thundering in her ears. Since Ningal had mentioned blood, if only a slight reference to it, her hunger had only increased. She walked back to where she'd awakened, sliding down the wall and bowing her head. Ningal's words to the man struck her. 'She's too young to handle being starved.' It made her wonder if that's what was happening to Ningal...and if it would happen to her as well. Having to deal with the hunger like this would be new. Nick and LaCroix had never made her go hungry. LaCroix had mentioned she would need to learn how to deal with it, but that it could wait. It was a skill too dangerous to learn while working with the mortals. She keep wondering what would result if they didn't give her anything. How would she handle it? She closed her eyes and focused on controlling her hunger. It faded into the background, but not far enough. Ningal leaned against the wall, unconscious, and she feared she too would end up the same way. The man that had entered seemed intrigued by her and Ningal. She guessed he was probably a doctor, and she wondered if he was there because he wanted to be, as well as what he thought of what they were doing here...if he even knew. Natalie curled up and held her eyes tightly shut, trying to reach out with her senses to make contact with either Nick or LaCroix. She felt nothing. It was as if she was cut off from everything, which made her very afraid. Things Fall Apart - (20/33) Tracy waited impatiently for the elevator, glancing over at Reese. "You should probably wait out here while I go up and see about Nick, Captain," she told him as the freight pulled to a stop and she got in. Reese followed her, stating, "No, I'm going with you. I want to see how he's doing with my own eyes." "You should still stay downstairs, at least until I see how he is. LaCroix probably won't be thrilled by this little visit." Knowing full well how angry LaCroix could get, he answered, "Yeah, you're probably right." Managing a slight smile, she pressed the button to go up. They arrived and stepped out, Tracy quietly heading across the dark, empty room. She ascended the stairs, walking slowly into Nick's room. Surprisingly, a lamp on the far side of the room was on, dimly lighting the room. The covers on the bed were strewn about, making it easy to see the two forms lying amongst the fabric. As Nick laid close to LaCroix, his arms wrapped around the elder vampire and his head buried into the other's chest, she could make out patches of her partner's pale skin amongst the sheets and the other vampire's embrace. LaCroix moved slightly, his eyes opening and looking right at her. It made her pause for a moment. She hadn't expected to see them quite like this. The exterior usually presented by the elder vampire was cold and rough...except on a couple of occasions. First, there was earlier that night. LaCroix had been anything but cold--at least to Nick. And now, here, before her, he held his son protectively close. She held her position, not completely sure what to do. "How is he?" she eventually asked, which prompted Nick to shift as well, his gaze turning toward her, startling her a little. "Uh...Nick, I just...." She stopped as LaCroix' gaze intensified, warning her back. LaCroix shifted and tried to gently pull away from Nicholas. It worked to a point, and then his son's fingers clutched to the pajamas he was wearing, not allowing him to draw away any farther. He turned his attention to the mortal standing in the doorway. "I will join you downstairs in a moment." After a moment, she snapped away from LaCroix' gaze and left the room. However, she stopped just outside the door. She held her position for a minute, then she turned around and peered back into the room. LaCroix was speaking to Nick, trying to calm him with words she either couldn't make out or that were unfamiliar to her. She silently watched as LaCroix shifted, pushing her partner on his back, the younger vampire's fingers still clinging to the black pajamas the elder wore. LaCroix put a finger to Nick's lips, and he again told the younger vampire something, calming him. Tracy remained fixed in place, trying to decide whether she should go before she was noticed. Then, when LaCroix kissed Nick on the lips-- nothing more than a light brush of a touch, but a kiss nonetheless-- she completely froze. Suddenly, she felt quite out of place standing in the doorway. LaCroix' action was subtle, the kiss being accompanied by another on Nick's brow. The action was very intimate...but she wasn't sure just what part of their relationship it hinted at. Yet, considering the tenderness of the action, she realized it was from a father to a son, merely a soothing action, something to help Nick calm down. With how Nick clutched to LaCroix, not letting him leave at first, it was clear the sensation of touch helped Nick...and LaCroix was only trying to remedy his leaving. Even so, it made her uncomfortable, showing just how close the two were, and reminding her of the chasm that existed between her and her own father. Antonius had been right--Nick was lucky. He was luckier than most vampires...and mortals, too. As she stared on, Nick relaxed, curling onto his side. For a time, Nick continued to hold onto LaCroix' arm, the touch lingering. By her guess, Nick most likely wasn't even aware she was watching...and it was probably better that he didn't know. A moment later, Nick finally let go. LaCroix got off the bed and stood, his eyes meeting hers in an instant. The icy glare made her nervous and she swallowed without thinking. She closed her eyes as he approached, stiffening when felt his hands turn her around and lightly push her in the direction of the stairs. It had been a mistake to intrude, she knew, but her curiosity got the better of her. She had wanted to know more about Nick, and she had taken a chance. She opened her eyes, slowly descending the stairs with her hand on the railing and one of LaCroix' still on her shoulder. Upon reaching the bottom, Tracy attempted to slip away from him, but found him pulling her back. "Do not go against my words again, Detective. They should be well heeded. Nicholas may be your 'partner', but do not take your friendship with him too seriously. Even with the world knowing what we are, we cannot stay in one place for all time. I'm sure you agree that would be quite boring." She again closed her eyes, nodding at his statement. Quickly, she pulled away, heading across the room. "Now, what is it you came here for?" Reese met the vampire's eyes, a little wary at the suppressed animosity in LaCroix' glare, stating, "You may wish to see for yourself. Some of it is on the news." "I do not care about the mortals' pathetic opinions." "It's more than opinions, LaCroix," Tracy told him, causing his gaze to settle on her. "A couple of things came down this morning that have apparently been in the works for a while." When Tracy stopped and LaCroix waited for more, Reese stated, "We didn't know about any of this before it hit the news." "Well, what is it?" he asked, his irritation clearly audible--and growing. Reese glanced toward Tracy, who was visibly nervous. He had expected she wouldn't be able to relate the information easily. "Two things, both of which went into affect as of tonight," he stated, pausing before explaining any further. "It has been officially made illegal for your kind to bring anyone across under any circumstances. If that happens, the one that did the action will be destroyed. Also, all vampires working in predominantly mortal settings will be suspended from their jobs." LaCroix simmered. Just how the mortals would enforce the first, he didn't know...but he could guess. They would hunt his kind if it were necessary. The second.... "What, exactly, does the latter mean?" "It means that Nick can't work--in or out of the precinct. The same goes for Natalie. The Raven should remain unaffected, as it's run entirely by vampires, I believe." LaCroix looked away. This meant Antonius would be faced with a minor difficulty, but the younger would deal with it. The Italian's personality may grate with his own, but Antonius dealt with them on a regular basis and knew how to move many kinds of vintages. With a little negotiation, he suspected that wouldn't be a problem. However, he suspected Nicholas would not be very pleased with this revelation. "Is that all?" he eventually demanded, facing Reese. "Not...quite. We'd both like to know how Nick is." "Nicholas will be fine despite your kind's actions. It's very difficult to destroy us, as I'm sure you are aware. Leave us be. My son is quite affected by events, and I suggest you stay out of our affairs." LaCroix turned, his attention resting solely on Nicholas' partner. "That especially goes for you." "I'm staying, LaCroix," she firmly told him, her eyes meeting his. "I'm staying unless Nick tells me to leave himself." He glared at the mortal, but didn't say anything in return. "Do as you wish, but you will not disturb him." His words came out in a hiss, just enough to make her tense slightly, but she refused to break his gaze. Reese hesitantly excused himself, not sure if he should leave Tracy there or not. He had wanted to see Nick, make sure he was doing okay...but realized he would have to ask Tracy later. LaCroix wasn't going to let him near Nick--that was obvious by the vampire's gaze. Yet, despite his dislike of the vampire, he knew LaCroix would not harm her and felt a little better as he stepped into the freight. Tracy didn't move, waiting until the elevator was on its way down. Then, she glanced up to the upper level, catching the faint glow coming from Nick's room. "What's with the light, LaCroix?" He turned away from her, and she approached. "LaCroix?" "Nicholas...complained of the dark, that he didn't want to be surrounded by it right now, that he'd spent enough time like that." LaCroix turned and explained, "Whatever drug was used made it so he couldn't heal, but also so he was conscious far before being able to move. Those who did this will pay." Although his anger was directed to the wall behind her, it still affected Tracy as much as if it were focused on her. "I don't like what happened to Nick any better than you. Nick's my partner, and I like to think of him as my friend." "Mortals and vampires don't mix. I would have expected that would be obvious to you by now." A faint shuffling alerted his attention to the stairs, where he found Nicholas slowly approaching wrapped in his robe. "You should be resting, Nicholas." Nick shook his head, silently walking to the couch and curling up in the corner. He felt both of their eyes on him, and he just wanted to be alone...but at the same time, their presence comforted him. So, he simply sat, waiting for them to do something. After nearly a minute, Tracy approached and sat next to Nick. She reached forward, wanting to turn his face toward her, but not sure if he would allow it. Instead, she settled on resting her hand on his arm, the action causing him to tense. "Nick...how do you feel?" He didn't move or provide even a hint of a reaction. "Nick, please." He shrugged out of her touch, turning to look at her with his blue, anger-filled eyes. "I'm sick of this, that's what. I feel responsible for what happened to Natalie, and I want her back." His tone frightened her a bit. It was more than anger that filled him--it was rage. "I know that, Nick." "Do you, Tracy?" he asked, pausing for a moment. "Do you really know what it feels like to be cut off from everything? I can't feel LaCroix, and both of us are cut off from Natalie." She bowed her head. "No, Nick, I don't know what that would feel like, but when I saw you lying on the pavement...I honestly didn't know if you were alive or not. I almost thought I'd lost you." Nick considered her words and--despite being relatively close to her, closer than any other mortal--they surprised him. Yet, he had also heard what Reese had told LaCroix. "I'm not even your partner anymore, Tracy. With the way things are...I might not be able to come back to work, and I think you know that. The same goes for Natalie...if she's even alive." Tracy quieted, hoping Natalie was okay. Looking up to Nick, she realized he had pulled further away from her, and that hurt, even if it was probably a subconscious reaction from what had happened. "Do you want me to leave, Nick?" she asked, afraid of his answer. "I would prefer it. Sorry, I...I'm just so tired right now. Besides, I don't think you being here will go over well with your father." She stiffened slightly. She didn't care what her father thought, and was fully aware that Nick knew that. Tracy took a good look at him, and realized he did look tired, sick, even. Slowly, she stood and softly said, "I'll go. It's okay...just let me know if there's anything I can do, okay, Nick?" He nodded faintly, and she was pleased he wasn't completely shutting her out. She turned and met LaCroix' gaze. It was a bit softer than before, but anger still lay hidden within it. Carefully, she made her way past him and to the elevator. She waited for it, and then took it down without saying anything more. Once the mortal had left, LaCroix approached his son, sitting in almost the exact same place the mortal had recently vacated. Nicholas turned away, pulling himself into an even tighter ball than before. "Nicholas?" His son didn't answer; something that didn't really surprise him, but it did concern him. "You should rest." "I don't want to." "You mentioned you were tired," he countered, which ceased the younger vampire's protests. Then, a moment later, he stood. "I am returning to bed." "I'm going to stay up for a little while, LaCroix...just a few minutes." LaCroix hesitated, wishing Nicholas would meet his eyes. Then, he nodded, aware that arguing would get neither of them anywhere, and went upstairs. He closed his eyes as the other left the room, wishing he could feel LaCroix. He needed the comfort the other could provide...wanted it. Natalie had been taken from him, from both of them. She would be gotten back, and if she were harmed.... His eyes turned gold, reflecting the dim light in the room. Those who took Natalie would pay somehow, and he didn't care if it was by mortal justice, or the Community's. He fully agreed with LaCroix. This time, the mortals would learn from their mistakes. Things Fall Apart - (21/33) LaCroix stood in Nicholas' kitchen, drinking from a glass and watching his son carefully. Nicholas had been sitting on the couch, blankly staring at the television for several hours now. The younger had only managed to sleep for a mere two hours, if even that, before coming downstairs. Since then, he had tried multiple times to get Nicholas to feed, and each attempt had miserably failed. His son wasn't responding well, and it worried him. Without the link with his children, it was quite difficult to discern how they were doing--particularly with Nicholas. The younger vampire presented a mirror of his real emotions just as often as that exterior was accurate. At times, what others saw was quite deceptive, and that was something he suspected was happening now. Despite the fact that their connection was still cut off, he saw the anger in Nicholas' gaze every time their eyes met. He hoped for both of them that Natalie was safe. She might be his daughter, his child...but she was what his son lived for. He did not envy those who had taken her in the slightest. The phone rang, disrupting the calm in one abrupt swoop. He started for it, but before he reached it, Nicholas had already picked it up...and hung up. The action angered him somewhat, but he simply pried the receiver out of his son's hand, holding onto it and waiting for whomever it was to call back. A few minutes later, it rang again and he turned it on. "What?" he asked with a touch of irritation. "LaCroix. Good, you're there. I tried calling a couple of minutes ago, but was cut off." The other's voice surprised him. "Nicholas picked it up and turned it off," he explained, pausing before continuing. "Why are you calling here, Aristotle? I though you left to keep a low profile?" "Yes...well, my services aren't really required anymore, and recently I've been dabbling in a few other areas...." Not really wanting to talk to the other vampire, LaCroix quickly insisted, "Will you just get to the point?" "Dr. Lambert. I know where she has been taken." The statement was completely unexpected, his earlier anger virtually forgotten. He watched, silently, as Nicholas turned around and stared at him...his son had heard. LaCroix turned to the side, demanding, "Where?" "Until we are on a more secure line, all I'll say is that she's in the States. From what I've been able to gather, others of our kind have been taken there as well." LaCroix' thoughts slowly went back to some of the earlier news broadcasts, to the topic that had been glossed over. "The mortals' research center," he said, thinking aloud. "Possibly. I can get you more info, but I suggest we start making more negotiations with the mortals. Their hands are getting ever tighter on us." He silently nodded, eyeing his son. Nicholas remained quiet, but he knew the younger was carefully listening in on the phone call, trying to glean as much information as he could. "How is Nicholas?" LaCroix snapped his gaze away from his son at the change of subject, again turning away. "Nicholas will be fine." "And...how are other matters?" He hesitated somewhat. "As you said, the mortals are tightening their grip. They are becoming wearier of us by the day." "Yes, the same is happening here. Europe and other countries are following the example set in the New World. Those new 'conditions' that were announced this morning apply worldwide. Most of us have pulled away from the mortals, but I fear it is a mistake." There was a pause and the sound of shuffling papers. "Is the email address I have for you current?" The question wasn't expected, and he wondered just what Aristotle was planning. "It should be, why?" "Good. I will send you information on how to contact me once we can access a more secure connection. I want to send you some of the information I have gathered. It should be enough proof for the mortals." "Very well. I will be waiting." As the connection went dead, LaCroix hung up and focused on Nicholas. Nick stood and approached the elder vampire, coming to stop right in front of him. "Why didn't you demand the location now, LaCroix?" he demanded, a hint of amber dancing in his eyes. Although he could see his son's anger, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. His own anger was barely under control. He wanted the location just as badly as Nicholas did. He couldn't make Nicholas' fear go away, however, he could try to calm it. "Because we cannot rush this. I doubt the mortals will harm Natalie. If they do, they risk pushing us too far, and I don't think they are ready for that." "But Natalie-" "She will be fine, Nicholas," LaCroix stated, meeting the younger vampire's eyes. His son's worry was starting to become an annoyance, but he could deal with it. Stepping closer, he put one of his hands up to Nicholas' cheek. His son leaned into the touch, a hand coming up and covering his own. "Now, you should rest, mon fils...we should both rest." Nick closed his eyes and nodded, knowing LaCroix was right. Even though he wasn't tired, he should at least get some rest. It was, after all, still day. He looked up, met his sire's eyes, and saw just a hint of concern. It hit him that this was affecting the elder too-- even if he didn't show it. He managed a smile and gently pulled away from LaCroix and headed up the stairs. He could almost feel the elder vampire's eyes follow him, and after a few moments, footsteps started after him. Yes...rest was best for the moment. Rest was about all they could really do right now. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Natalie stared straight ahead; trying to keep her focus on the bars...trying to focus on anything besides the fact that she was hungry. It had now been nearly thirty-six hours since she had been taken, and about forty hours since she'd last fed. How long she had been awake, she didn't know...only that she neither wanted nor felt like sleeping. Her golden eyes snapped to the door as it was opened. Unlike before, only one entered--it was the doctor she had seen before, this time unaccompanied by the guards. Natalie watched as he approached, stopping just before reaching the bars. She stood and slid along the wall to distance herself from him. He remained in place, his brow furrowing at her reaction. Yet, he knew she had every right to be afraid of him. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door to her holding cell. When he entered and began to approach, she darted away, quickly reaching the end of her chain. "Please, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you." Natalie bared her fangs, hoping he would back off. Terrified at what he might do to her or what she might do to him, she snarled at him...but nothing she did made him react. Slowly, he continued his advance, not stopping until he stood well within her reach. Although he knew he should be afraid, he wasn't. He didn't see her kind as killers and hated watching them be caged and starved like this. As he reached into his other pocket, he saw her tense, at which he stopped his motions. Natalie took a couple of steps back, trying to get away from him. However, when he continued and pulled the object out of his pocket, all of her attention was quickly diverted there. The object was a unit of blood. Although she saw that it was only partially filled, it was most definitely blood--its aroma was more than enough to tell her that. He held it out, urging her to take it. "Here, I can see your hunger. You need it." She glanced first to the camera in the corner, then to the door before her eyes finally settle again on the man. Her stay in this cell or, more specifically, her kidnapping, was certainly not what she had planned to experience. Even so, this offer was even less expected. "Quickly, there isn't much time. Take it." The bag rested on the other's hand. She tried to look away, but she couldn't. Her hunger was stronger than she had believed, the blood literally calling to her. Natalie slowly reached forward, taking the bag from his hand and quickly moving several steps away from him. The blood in the bag was warm to the touch and her want of it continued to rise. Cautiously, she cut a corner of the bag with one of her fangs, keeping her attention on the man. The faint taste of blood she got tempted her further, and she drank the blood slowly, trying to avoid spilling any of its precious contents. It was extremely fresh, probably the freshest blood she had ever tasted. She finished the small amount...and then realized its source was the man standing in front of her. Natalie was slightly stunned, unsure what to think. As her thoughts became clearer, her hunger no longer in as much control, she asked, "Why did you do this?" "Because, despite what you might think, I am not here by choice...and I can't bear to watch any living being suffer like this if I can do something to prevent it...or, at the very least, ease it." She stiffened, his words not reassuring her in the slightest. "And what about Ningal?" "Unfortunately, I can't do all that I would like. If I did what I wanted, my actions would be discovered. I'm already known to be sympathetic to your kind. I don't particularly like the idea of disappearing for it." He held his hand out, stating, "I must leave before anything more about what I'm doing is discovered. I will try to bring you more blood soon, but I cannot guarantee it." Natalie handed the empty bag back to him, watching as he quickly left the cell. At the door, he paused, glancing back at her before leaving the room. She stood, letting the blood calm her somewhat, the flits of the man's thoughts becoming more solid as time passed. Within the blood were his conflict of work over belief and faintly faded memories of his family. He'd seen more than one vampire die from the research here, and he truly did care about their deaths. She also felt that while a few sympathized with the doctor, others were dead set that vampires weren't human in the slightest, and saw them as nothing but guinea pigs. Her anger rose slightly, but the blood also gave her other information. The man, a doctor, so far had no indication they were going to do to her what had been done to some of the others. That made her afraid. True, he believed she would be spared the deaths that others had endured...but would her fate merely be torture, or perhaps a different kind of death? Natalie slid down the wall and sat. Her hunger, calmed for the time being, was telling her that she would eventually need more blood than the small amount the man had brought her. It was also reminding her that not only did she not know how to control the hunger, but that, in truth, she didn't want to. She wanted free. She wanted out of this cage and out of this prison. To herself, she vowed they wouldn't hurt her...but she knew there wasn't much she could do to prevent that. But, whatever the cost, she would not willingly help whatever research was being carried out. Things Fall Apart - (22/33) Nick paced the room, waiting for Aristotle to contact them. It had now been three days since the first phone call, and he was impatient to know what information the other had. His sire sat in front of a computer in one of the rooms at the precinct and Reese stood, silently, on the other side of the room. Neither's presence did anything to calm him. LaCroix turned and focused on his son's movements. The last couple of days he had become very concerned. Nicholas' worry had extended far beyond mere anxiety. His son was restless and wasn't feeding. For a moment, he diverted his attention to the mortal. He was displeased that the other was there, but it was required. Nicholas had repeatedly insisted that the mortal could be trusted. If not Reese, his son had explained it would be some officer...a random mortal...and he didn't even consider that. Aristotle had explained that he would contact them, and that they needed a relatively secure connection. Now, they were just waiting. Reese had repeatedly assured him that the connection was, indeed, secure. He had even mentioned that the computer had its own connection, separate from the rest of the precinct, but.... He was starting to doubt Reese's first statement considering how long it was taking Aristotle to meet them. He focused on Nicholas, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a flask. "If you do not cease this pacing, Nicholas, at least calm down," LaCroix spoke, holding out the small container of blood. Nick stopped his actions for a moment, staring at the flask. Although it tempted him greatly, he shook his head. "I don't want it." LaCroix held back his anger. He knew Nicholas was lying, as his son had drank very little blood since Natalie was taken--he didn't need his link with Nicholas to know that. A soft beep made him turn back to the computer, and a few seconds later, he accepted the connection and Aristotle's face popped up in a window on the screen. Reese was faintly surprised to see a balding, graying man with glasses to be the vampire that was being contacted, but the others didn't share his surprise. "You do know it's about ten in the morning here, right? I'm not in the habit of staying up late. I'd much rather wake early." "Yes, but as you know that was unavoidable as the mortals would only prepare this for now. It was difficult to get the permission to do this, as we're an 'inconvenience' to them. Besides, we were supposed to start this half an hour ago." Reese winced at that. It was a slight inconvenience, yes, but more to those higher up than anything. The Commissioner and the others didn't want to do this. The vampire on the monitor also flinched at LaCroix' words--just enough for those present to notice. "Yes, well, it took some time to get a relatively secure connection, and I'm not entirely sure about it as it is. If nothing else, it allows us to speak face to face...the wonders of modern technology. I can't wait to see what's..." he trailed off, spotting someone in the background. "Who is that? A mortal? I thought we'd decided that this was to be a closed conversation--no observers--something I thought would be a simple requirement of you, LaCroix." He took a glance back at Reese, then again focused on Aristotle. "Yes, a mortal--Nicholas' 'Captain'." Aristotle paused, remaining silent for a time while he thought, his outer appearance becoming more serious. "Are there any others in the room?" "None," LaCroix quickly stated. "Now, will you please say what you wouldn't over the phone." He again paused before replying. Then, hesitantly, he stated, "I was planning on transferring the information I have to you, but that will have to wait. As I mentioned, I do not entirely trust this connection." He held LaCroix' gaze, and despite the distance that separated him, the other's anger was quite palpable. "The information is on its way. I'm having it delivered by hand by one of us, and it should arrive soon after sunset." He could see that this conversation was turning into yet another waiting game. Determined to get something out of it, LaCroix asked, "What, exactly, does this information include?" "The location, video and blueprints, along with enough proof that the mortals cannot deny what is going on. I have also managed to contact one of the mortals that work in the facility, although I may not be able to again. His superiors are getting suspicious, and security is increasing. But, I can tell you that as of yesterday, other than being a tad hungry, Natalie is perfectly fine. So far, they've done nothing but hold her." Nick, who had stayed silent until now, stepped up behind LaCroix and asked, "Where is she, Aristotle?" The younger vampire's glaring eyes made him pause a second. "In the northeastern United States--that is all I'll say on that." LaCroix' irritation reached its limit. "If this is all, why didn't you simply call? None of this needed a secure connection." "Because despite my doubts on our privacy in this conversation, I trust it far more than if I was contacting you by phone. Besides, this isn't all. I am quite curious as to what will be done with the information once it arrives." He leaned back in the chair somewhat, considering his answer. "Make more formal and publicized demands for Natalie and any other that may be held there. We have already made demands, but they are, for the most part, being ignored. Depending on the information itself, more may be done." "Where shall I have the information delivered, LaCroix?" "To...Nicholas'. I am currently staying there." Aristotle's form nodded on the screen. "I will make sure the messenger knows. I hope all goes well." The window went dark as the connection closed. Since nothing particularly secretive was discussed, LaCroix simply closed the program and stood, turning to face his son. "You should have asked for more." "And just what would you do with such information, Nicholas?" "I..." he started, but quickly trailed off. He really didn't know what he could do with more information. Yet, he wanted it. He wanted the information so he could get to Natalie...but he honestly didn't know what he would do with the information once he had it. "Isn't it enough to know she's safe?" Nick closed his eyes and nodded. Perhaps it was enough--even if he held no trust in whatever mortal had passed that information on to Aristotle. "What now?" LaCroix met his son's eyes, locking gazes. "We wait for the information. We can do nothing more until then, you know that. The mortals will not listen unless we have more leverage in the situation...and the information should give that to us." LaCroix slowly headed to the door, but heard no sounds of Nicholas following. He turned, finding the younger vampire still staring at his previous location. He walked back and took Nicholas gently by the shoulders, turning him so that they were facing one another, and then whispered, "Come, we will rest for the remainder of the night." Nick met his sire's eyes, but made no other reaction. He didn't want to wait anymore. He needed to do something. "You must feed and rest. Once you do so, you will feel better." Still, his son remained quiet. He momentarily glanced at the mortal, somewhat uncomfortable with the other's presence, but continued, "I assure you of that, mon fils." "I'm not hungry and I'm not tired," Nick answered with defiance and annoyance. "She will be fine, Nicholas. If not, as I have told you before, they will pay." Nick's eyes flashed gold, remaining so for several seconds. Then, he let LaCroix lead him out of the room. Reese stared at the closed door, recalling the scene that had just passed. The emotions he saw in Nick's eyes...he wasn't sure what to make of them. No matter what they were, this didn't seem like the same Nick that worked for him. Not only that, but although he wasn't entirely sure, he thought LaCroix had seemed concerned about his son. Nick almost appeared to be in shock...almost, but not quite. In his opinion, LaCroix had every right for his concern. He desperately wished he could do something, but knew Nick was slowly slipping away from those at the precinct. To himself, he wondered just where everything would lead. Would Natalie be returned, and then, how would she possibly change from her experience? When Nick was allowed back at work, would he come back and work or would he slowly slip away? He knew no answers, nor could he affect any of their possible outcomes. In fact, he suspected he felt quite like Nick at the moment--unable to do anything. Things Fall Apart - (23/33) Five nights later: Nick turned off the laptop, information emblazoned in his mind. He knew where Natalie was. He knew *exactly* where Natalie was. Once LaCroix had received the disks from Aristotle's messenger, the elder vampire had taken great care to keep any and all of the information from him. At present, LaCroix believed him to be sleeping, and had made the mistake of leaving him at the loft while speaking with someone. Other than that it was some mortal, he could only guess at the precise reason. It was something about Natalie, he suspected. He remembered the other mentioning trying to get the mortals to take this seriously...but he didn't care what it was, only that it was giving him this opportunity. He was not going to let her wait through the mortals' bureaucracy-- he was determined to get her back, and now. The information was all that he needed...more than enough to get where he wanted. He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on, his eyes burning amber. In another moment, he was gone; the loft left dark and silent. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick stared through the trees, just outside of the clearing around the building. It looked just as it had on the CDs Aristotle had sent. The complex sat in the middle of nowhere...no prying mortals for several miles in any direction. It made it both easy for him to approach the building, and for the mortals to keep it relatively hidden. He closed his eyes, leaning against one of the trees. Flying here was probably a mistake. He was exhausted, and while it allowed him to travel both quickly and untraceably, it meant he was hungry. He cursed to himself and pulled the flask out of his pocket that LaCroix had given to him the day before. He had put it in his pocket earlier that night without thinking about it. The flight here had drained him of his energy, and he needed the blood. He unscrewed the top, drinking the sweet nectar down, letting it sooth his tired muscles. The blood was, of course, LaCroix'. And it's flavor...so wonderful.... He smiled, and putting the flask back in his pocket, he stared at his surroundings through a deep golden hue, his lips still forming a devious grin. He took to the air, quickly flying up and out of view, and focusing on the lone man guarding the one roof entrance that the cameras couldn't get. In a second, he had silently landed behind the guard, grabbing the man and sinking his fangs into his neck. The blood was warm, and it fueled his anger. As the man's body slackened, he lowered it to the ground, staring at the limp form. The mortal's heart beat slowly but strongly in his ears. The man was still alive, but barely. At the same time, he'd done what he'd needed--provided himself a way into the building. That's all he cared about right now. He grabbed a key card from the man's pocket, walking over to the door a few steps away. Sliding the card, he made his way inside, moving quickly and precisely. He avoided the cameras with relative ease, most of his attention focused straight ahead. He took a corridor, and then another, swiped the card again, and headed down another corridor. He knew he was getting close, and he slowed somewhat. All around him, he could feel the mortals' life signs; their heartbeats pounding relentlessly in his ears. He pushed them away, heading purposely for the end of the hall. He could see the door...the last door. Behind it, was Natalie. He approached ever nearer until he heard footsteps behind him, following him. He spun and snarled at the man, another guard. Easily, he avoided the path of a stun gun, backing away with a smile. He had nearly reached his goal, and he wasn't leaving without completing it. Pain ripped through his body, but when it was ceased, he turned. Behind him had been another guard, and he shoved the mortal into the wall. Another wave hit him, the electricity from the stun gun doing more to anger him than anything else. A moment later, he found the sensation increased as more than one guard attacked him with their stun guns. The intensity of the pain numbed his muscles, and after a short time, he found himself on his hands and knees under the assault. When he collapsed, he felt it stop, but he didn't have the ability to do anything in response. "Check his person and make sure he's not carrying any weapons," one of the men spoke, and another followed the instructions, coming back with nothing but the flask and keycard. Nick shifted, the affects of the weapons beginning to wear off, but it wasn't nearly enough for him to fight back. "Put him with the woman. Then we'll alert the others of our new guest." They roughly pulled Nick to his feet, half dragging him the remainder of the distance to the room. One of the guards opened the door, and then they proceeded in. Natalie watched them, standing in utter surprise as Nick was dragged nearer. Then, they opened her cell and literally shoved him into the hard cement floor, again locking the door. A few seconds later, the guards left, and the only sound in the room was Nick's somewhat deep breathing. He moved, pushing himself onto his hands and knees with difficulty. His muscles hurt so much.... "Nick?" Natalie called, slowly approaching him, getting as close as her chain would allow. "Nick, please say something." He raised his head, his golden eyes meeting hers. Flecks of crimson danced in them. He licked his lips, a speck of blood disappearing. She stared at him, a little stunned at the sight of him--especially the drops of blood. That, however, could wait. For now, he was here and not responding. "Nick? Please...." Slowly, he began to calm. He breathed deeply, letting himself take in the cool air. He bowed his head, willing himself to change back. The mortal's blood still flowed quickly through his veins, invigorating him.... As he calmed, the adrenaline rush began to fade, leaving him tired and hungry. Right now, he felt almost identical to when he had arrived, but this time he didn't have the flask of blood. The electricity had drained and weakened him. "So tired..." he finally spoke, inching closer to her. Lying down, he rolled onto his side and let Natalie hold him, her fingers caressing his face and running through his hair. He smiled, enjoying the closeness, even if he could barely focus. A moment later, he had drifted off; his lips still twisted upward, a few drops of blood resting at the corner of his mouth. Natalie simply held him, wondering how he got here and where LaCroix was. Despite not having fed for nearly a week, her hunger was the least of her worries. Right now, she had Nick...but she feared what might come. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Despite his anger at the mortals, LaCroix reminded himself to remain quiet as he arrived back at Nicholas' home. His first destination was the refrigerator, and he poured himself a glass, slowly sipping the blood. He finished the glass and filled it again, replacing the bottle. The refrigerator appeared identical to how it had been when he'd left several hours before. Nicholas hadn't fed as he had promised he would upon waking. His anger spiked, his concern not far behind. He headed for Nicholas' room, determined that his son would feed. Nicholas would drink his glass' contents before he left the room...whether the younger was presently sleeping or not. He entered the room somewhat noisily, but froze as he realized the bed was empty, nearly dropping the glass. Nicholas was not present. Quickly, he searched the loft, but found nothing. His eyes burned scarlet, most of his anger directed at himself. He should not have left Nicholas alone. Now, he just had to find his son, which, without his link, would be difficult. First, he called Antonius, but there was no word of his son. Then, he contacted Vachon, getting a similar response. Knowing Nicholas' fondness for the mortals, he left the loft, heading to the apartment of his son's mortal partner. Perhaps she knew something of this. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Tracy put a boxed dinner in the microwave, setting the timer and starting it up. When she turned, she found LaCroix standing within arms reach, nearly seething at her. "Where is he?" he demanded, keeping his tone as level as possible. She backed away from LaCroix, not sure what to think of the expression on his face. "Who are you talking about?" His eyes flashed gold for a second. "Nicholas. He has disappeared." "And you expect me to know where he is?" She watched him glare with rage down on her, and it made her nervous. "I honestly don't know where he is, LaCroix. Nick doesn't exactly share a whole lot with me." By the sound of her voice and heart rate, the mortal was telling the truth. His emotions toned themselves down a bit, but it didn't change his thoughts. "It's probably a good thing, even if you don't agree with it, Detective." He met her eyes, his anger again boiling as his phone rang. He pulled it out of his jacket and turned it on. "What is it?!" "Nicholas." That one word made his eyes widen slightly. "Where is he, Aristotle?" "Uh...he went to that facility, probably with the notion of freeing Natalie. It didn't go quite as he had planned, I don't think." "Explain." "Nicholas is now in the same situation Natalie is. I'll call you back when and if I can discover more on what's happening there." As Aristotle hung up, LaCroix put the phone away, his eyes now solid amber. "What is it?" He turned to the mortal. "Nicholas has fallen victim to his foolish impulses once more, possibly making matters worse. He has been captured by your kind." Tracy watched as LaCroix turned, preparing to leave just as abruptly as he entered. "Where are you going?" He spun, her question annoying him. "Although it is none of your business, suffice it to say I am going to get my children back. And I will use whatever means necessary, even if it means bypassing your laws," LaCroix hissed, then turned and left. Tracy just stood there, a little stunned. The microwave dinged and she jumped, having forgotten her food. Her hunger, however, had slackened upon learning that Nick was apparently in the same facility Natalie was. She was afraid...not just for Nick and Natalie, but also for LaCroix, herself, and the world in general. Things were starting to get out of hand, she suspected, and she felt herself being pushed further and further to the outskirts. Without Nick here, and, for that matter, without him working with her, she was out of the loop. Vachon wouldn't tell her about what was happening, and LaCroix...well, he had his own problems and didn't like her associating with Nick, anyway. Overall, it was an annoying predicament. She sighed and turned toward the microwave, her hunger returning a little. Although she really didn't want it, she knew it would be better to eat. Pulling it out of the microwave, she prepared to go on with her morning activities, her thoughts flitting quickly from one thought to another. Things Fall Apart - (24/33) A deep breath echoed through the room, and Natalie snapped her attention to the source--Ningal. The ancient vampire stared at her through weary, tired, and hungry eyes. This was the first time Ningal had wakened since that doctor had come in and drugged her not long after she had arrived. Previously, the other had always received another dose before she fully woke...but this time was different. Ningal's eyes drifted to the form lying in front of Natalie. "Nicholas.... How is he?" she asked, quietly, shocked by his presence even through her weakness. Before the younger vampire answered, her eyes met Nick's golden ones. "How long have you been here?" When Nick merely stared at Ningal, Natalie told her, "Just a few hours. He's been sleeping." She held the golden gaze, able to clearly see that something was wrong. This didn't seem like the Nicholas she knew. "Nicholas...?" The door opened loudly, turning the three vampires' attention to it. In walked four mortals: two guards, the doctor, and another man that none of them had seen before. One of the guards and the unknown man remained by the door, while the second guard unlocked the door to Ningal's cell, allowing the doctor access. He approached with caution, something about her eyes warning him back. "I just want to get a blood sample," he told her, and held up an empty vial. Her eyes turned gold, but it was obvious to him that she was still paralyzed from the drug. She didn't make any move toward him, nor could she even shrink away. He approached and knelt before her, gently pulling her arm toward him and took the sample with little effort. Once that was done, he stood and turned to the other. "We should let her recover more before continuing." "No, Dr. Paxton, we will proceed as planned. We cannot risk her recovering enough to do harm," the man said, his glare icy and stern. The doctor turned back to Ningal, a resigned expression on his face. He couldn't do anything about the order...but he really didn't want to do this. He shook his head. "I can't. The drug hasn't been thoroughly tested." The man's anger rose, and he stalked forward, reaching for the syringe in the doctor's hand. "Then I'll do it." He drew back and out of his superior's reach. The two forms in the adjoining cell shifted, their eyes on him...one a frightening shade of amber. "I'll do it," he stated, aware that it was probably the less of two evils. At least he could treat Ningal like a human...his boss would simply stab the needle into her and have done with it. He couldn't do that...couldn't treat vampires as if they were some kind of animal. Once his boss left the cell, he again knelt, injecting the drug slowly into Ningal's depleted bloodstream. A low growl emanated increasingly louder from the right--a deep, feral growl. He didn't have to look to know it was the vampire, Brabant, who was the source. He stood and pulled a unit of blood from his lab coat, placing it on the ground next to Ningal. "Drink it when you can. It might be some time before you get more." "Stop socializing with the creature, Paxton!" He shot a glare back at his superior, but did as asked, standing and exiting the cell. The metal cage latched shut with a sickening click, at which he flinched. He couldn't imagine what it was like for them...not quite. He didn't have much choice whether he aided the work here or not, but at least he wasn't in a three-meter square cage. Then, one of the guards left, Paxton following, and then the man and the other guard exited as well, the door literally slamming shut and echoing throughout the room. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick held Natalie tightly against him, leaning against the wall. She was, thankfully, fine as far as he could tell, but his anger remained. It no longer consumed him, but it remained. In the other cell, Ningal rested on her side, her eyes tightly shut. Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since that mortal doctor had injected her. It hadn't taken long for her to recover her movement, and being starved, she drank the unit of blood at that time. Since then, however, she had become weak and, although she did not say so, he suspected she was in great pain. His eyes flashed gold and he pulled Natalie ever closer, making her shift. "Nick? You need to relax...please." He realized his grip was quite stronger than he thought, and loosened his arms. "Sorry...I'm just...." "Shh...it's okay. I know, Nick, I can feel your emotions." He tensed, asking, "What? How..." "I don't know. It's just started to hit me the last hour or so. But, I can't feel you, Nick. I can't feel LaCroix, either. Just a little from you, just enough to tell that your anger is there...and it scares me." Again, he pulled her against him. He forced himself to do what he could to get his thoughts more under control, but he really didn't want to push the anger away. He wanted and needed it...it was there because of what these mortals were doing to his people. The door swung open, admitting several guards. They approached the cell, opened it, and entered with their stun guns held out. Nick shifted, snarling at them. He wasn't going to let them hurt Natalie...not if he could do anything about it. And yet, they didn't go after her, but instead went for him. He was again shocked, the electricity momentarily paralyzing him. From his hands and knees, he could see Natalie's protests, although he couldn’t make out her words. It flowed through him again, this time knocking him unconscious, everything suddenly disappearing. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Paxton sat at the bench, looking over several of the lab results. The DNA amazed him, the minor differences that resulted in a vampire's abilities. Previous research had already proved that their skeletal, muscle, and all other physical structures were identical to a human’s. The difference came in how their organs functioned. Some had no use, while others were merely at another level than for a human. Overall, if he had to make a statement of whether vampires were human or not, he'd have to answer in the positive. There were too many similarities if they weren't. Vampires seemed little different from a human with a disease or condition. He didn't like referring to it that way, but that was how it appeared. It was something that could be passed on through blood, primarily through the creation of 'children', through bringing mortals across. Vampires were human whether humanity wanted to address that fact or not. From the various samples of vampire blood he had studied, they all had the appearance of an altered human. On average, the younger the vampire the smaller the distinction between the 'virus' as he called it, and the subject's DNA. Ningal's blood had been quite interesting, as the virus' definition was more visible. He glanced at the microscope, where a sample of Brabant's blood sat. The virus was almost identical in both of their blood samples, despite their age difference, and it intrigued him. It showed that age wasn't the only factor, although age did seem to affect how well one of them could recover from injuries. A rustle of little feet caused Paxton to look up to where in a large cage sat two white rats, each looking down on him with a faint gold- colored gaze. They were the result of some of the earlier experiments. Most of them had been destroyed, but he had asked to keep these two. They were, in a way, pets. Through the rats, the relation between generations and family members was revealed. The single sample he had obtained from Natalie had shown her position on the genealogical ladder. She was Nicholas' sibling and, since he was one of LaCroix' children, so was she. They were each of the same generation--as far as the virus' form indicated--that Ningal was in, which was quite interesting. The version of the virus they had was similar, but it's definition was different. The virus in Natalie was still relatively weak, showing just how short a time she'd spent as a vampire. The other two...their's was more visible. The virus was fairly pure in the three--much more so than many of the other samples they had obtained. It showed just how close to the original source they were...but, he knew that would probably never be discovered by mortals. Perhaps the vampires knew...and perhaps they didn't. Whichever way, he suspected the first of their kind, if alive now, would have been at least ten thousand years old, probably more. Paxton reached up to the cage, unlocking it with a key and pulling one of the rats out. He held it, petting it. With a smile, he wondered what the world would think of him keeping vampire rats as pets. They'd probably think him crazy. But, he knew that as long as they were treated well and kept well fed, there was really nothing to fear. Sure, he'd been nipped several times, but no permanent harm had been done. He sat the rat on the bench, and watched as it scurried across toward the microscope and several blood samples...at which he caught it, again. Obviously, it was hungry, and he put it back in the cage, where it drank from the blood in the feeder. He carefully locked the cage and stared at the metal lock. On several occasions, they had escaped before he'd put a lock on the cage. They knew how to get out and, as far as he was concerned, were more intelligent than the average lab rat--far more intelligent. Whatever the case, sometimes he could swear they knew what he was thinking, or what he was about to do. They watched him more intently than they had before the experiments. Paxton turned and stared across the room to where his current subject laid on his stomach, metal manacles holding the vampire's arms and ankles in place. It was Brabant, and he slept calmly. The vampire had been brought in not even an hour before, unconscious from the stun guns. His boss had accompanied them, ordering him to drain most of the vampire's blood. He had reluctantly done so, during which he received a lecture on making sure everything was done according to his orders. He didn't like it, but knew if he didn't, he would be out of there to who knew where in a flash. So, he had accepted his orders...even if the thought of carrying through with them sickened him. Yet, one of the conditions was, since he and Natalie were siblings and Brabant was older, that they wouldn't touch the younger as long as he followed directions. So, for her sake, he would do as told. When he had seen Brabant earlier, the feralness had nearly frightened him. He hadn't expected it...a silent, clear disapproval of his actions told to him through a deep golden gaze. That had affected him far more than any words would have, and he suspected that the vampire knew that. He hoped the anger would fade, or that he would at least be able to calm it...but he wasn't sure. This one was different. His rage was deep and even hunger or pain didn't do much to dispel it. He knew this vampire was probably more of a danger than any of their past subjects, and that two of the guards were under medical supervision because of Brabant. One had been nearly drained and had not yet recovered consciousness, while another received several broken ribs from being shoved against a wall during Brabant's capture. Despite what he knew, he really, deep down, wasn't afraid. Brabant was as human as he was, perhaps more considering his work here. For several minutes, Paxton simply stared across the room. Then, he caught faint movement from the vampire and he approached. He watched the muscles in the vampire's back shift, and he softly spoke, "You're not strong enough to break free...even if you hadn't been drained of most of your blood." At that, golden eyes stared over at him. "I'm sorry. I don't want to do this, but I have no choice." "No choice..." Nick hissed, his eyes turning crimson. "And Natalie, are you doing this to her as well? Are you going to?" He shook his head. "No. You and she are siblings, and she is young. We would risk killing her. I am told that as long as you live, she will not be harmed." "And Ningal?" Paxton bowed his head. "I don't have much say in what happens to her. She was the subject of another of the doctors here." Nick let his eyes soften, nearly returning to blue with the other man's sad tone. "And?" "And my colleague refused to continue. He...disappeared, and is probably dead. I only continue because I do not wish to end up like that. I still have my family, even if I haven't seen them in several months." He paused a moment, and then returned his focus back to the subject. "I'm not supposed to see or speak to Ningal without my superior's permission, and he's not let me out of this lab since you saw me yesterday." Nick watched as Paxton gestured across the room to a cot, and it hit him that this doctor was just as much of a prisoner as he. "Ningal is dying," he stated and turned away. Shocked by the revelation, Paxton murmured, "Dying? How...how do you know?" "I could see it. She's in a lot of pain from whatever you gave her." His anger flared. He knew the drug hadn't been ready to test on a vampire. "I will deal with this," Paxton stated and left the lab, arguing with one of the guards at the door before being escorted down the hall. Things Fall Apart - (25/33) Paxton entered the room where Ningal was being held...but found only Natalie. Ningal's cell was empty. He moved closer, realizing Natalie was unconscious. "What happened?" he demanded, not in the mood to be run around in circles as usually was the case. One of the guards stated, "She fought us when we took Brabant." "And Ningal?" "The boss and several of the guards took her." "Take me there. Now!" The guard stepped back and swallowed. It, however, wasn't his place to argue with Dr. Paxton. He would let their superiors deal with this, but he would do as asked. He turned, leading them through the corridors, eventually stopping in front of a room. Paxton entered, just in time to watch a stake come flying down at Ningal's chest. She didn't scream or otherwise move with impact. He stared at his boss with anger, and the next thing he knew a sharp blade severed her head. He looked away, not wanting to see this. "You shouldn't be here, Doctor. You are not supposed to leave the lab. I believe you have work to attend to...unless you'd like one of the others to attend to it?" Not looking up, he shook his head, still trying to calm himself over what he'd just seen. "No. I'm off to get to work on that right now, Sir," he spoke, leaving the room as calmly as possible and allowing himself to be escorted back to his lab. As the door shut behind him, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax. When he opened them, Brabant turned his way, staring at him and waiting. He stared at the vampire, knowing this would not go over well. "Ningal is dead. She's been staked and beheaded. I truly didn't want this to happen." Nick looked away, hoping this wouldn't go any further than it already had. He couldn't bear it if he had to hear the same thing regarding Natalie. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix pulled on his jacket and headed for the kitchen. He was sick of dealing with the mortals. It had been roughly thirty-six hours since discovering his son missing, and the mortals didn't seem to care. He had shown some of the proof from Aristotle to the mortals, but it wasn't enough. Tonight, he would deliver the remainder of that proof and take matters into his own hands. He would have his children back, whether or not he followed the mortals’ laws. If they attempted to turn his reaction against them, he would state it was a Community matter, which it was. He quickly poured himself a glass, taking a large sip of it. Then, there was a knock at the door. He stopped, pausing momentarily. LaCroix walked out to the door, opening it only to find two uniformed officers and Reese standing there. "What is the meaning of this?" The officer on the right quickly told him, "You are under arrest for bringing a mortal across." LaCroix just stood there, trying not to laugh. The mortals wanted to arrest him for bringing someone across...and the last person he turned was Natalie. Eventually, he stated, "Unless there are more laws I do not know about, I will not comply with your petty foolishness. I have brought no one over since the announcement of that law." The one that had spoken before shifted, and then explained in a firm tone, "We have the man's testimony that you are his 'sire', as well as other proof that he is telling the truth. You are under arrest for..." He grabbed an envelope off the table, which contained printouts with more proof to give to the mortal authorities of the research. "I have no time for this. It is nothing more than a lie, and it can be dealt with later. For now, I am going to retrieve my children." He began to push his way through, but Reese wasn't budging. He glared at the mortal, but the other didn't react. "If you leave, LaCroix, you will be marked as a renegade by authorities, and the order will be to detain you by any force necessary." LaCroix' eyes flashed gold, but Reese didn't react. He didn't like the sound of that at all...but what he did know was that it would be carried out. If, by chance, they did manage to detain him, it would merely make it take longer to get to his children than if he just went with them now. "Fine," he hissed. "I'll play along with your games for now, even if it's just probably some simple typo...on one condition. I want this," he said, holding out the envelope to Reese, "delivered to the Mayor tonight." Reese paused for a moment, and then nodded. "If it'll help get Nick and Natalie back from wherever they are, it'll be there." Resigned, LaCroix allowed them to escort him out to the police car and read him his rights as he got in. They were going to handcuff him, but one glare changed that. Soon, he was on his way to the precinct, sitting silently in the car, staring at the rearview mirror, and irritating the two officers. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix was led into the building, most present stopping their work as he walked through the main section of the precinct. "I want to see this supposed child of mine." Reese nodded, and they headed into part of one of the interview rooms. Through the one-way glass, LaCroix saw a blond haired man in his late twenties sitting at a table. The man was indeed a vampire, but he had never seen the man before and stated as much. The vampire turned and met his eyes through the glass, and the mortals seemed to take that as indication that he was lying. It wasn't difficult, really...he could have done the same without thinking, just by locking onto the presence of the other vampire. But the mortals didn't know that. Then, they led him to another room, telling him to sit at the table. He did so, waiting for the mortals to start to deal with this. When they didn't, he demanded, "What is this 'proof' that that man is my 'child'?" "Testimony, and a polygraph test of sorts. Both came back with the same results, and that's that you are his sire." Aware that a polygraph test wouldn't quite work on a vampire, he asked, "Just how was the last done? As I'm sure you know, our life signs are different from yours." Reese stepped forward, stating, "Yes, they are, but your brain functions more or less the same way a mortal's does. It's not an exact science, but coupled with the other results, it's enough to arrest you." LaCroix sat, staring blankly forward. This was a waste of his time, but he really couldn't do anything about it. He glanced to the officer at the door, looking at the weapon held in his hand. It wasn't a standard weapon, but more of a stun gun, he guessed...possibly a similar weapon to what incapacitated his son a little more than a week previous. He leaned back and laced his fingers, aware that tonight was going to be long...too long. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Tracy knocked loudly on her father's door, waiting impatiently for it to be answered. When it was opened, she froze upon seeing her mom standing there. "Mom...what are you doing here? I thought-" "Come inside, Tracy. We both want to discuss something with you." She saw her father come into the living room, two thick files held in his hands. "What is this about? I got a call about some emergency and came over." Neither said anything. "Tell me, now, or I'm leaving." "We just want to try and talk some sense into you. Your father has showed me some information on your partner, and I think you should see it as well. He's not who you think he is, Honey." "I think I'm old enough to decide for myself who I talk to." Her mom retrieved the files and brought them to her, holding them out. She took them, hesitantly. "Please, just read them. Then, you can make your own decision, that's all I ask." Tracy turned to her father, stating, "Why do you keep doing this, Dad? Why do you keep messing with my life?" "Just read it. That LaCroix is presently at the precinct for breaking one of the new laws. He's not what he seems, and neither is Brabant. I don't want you associating with either of them, or any other members of their Community, for that matter." Despite her father's relation, she ignored it, knowing that if it were true, there would have to be some reason. "I'll do as I want and talk to who I want. Nick's my friend, and that's not going to change." They remained silent, and she became uncomfortable. Usually, her father would just yell at her and try to get her to agree...but he hadn't, this time. At least that was a relief. "Fine," she eventually answered. After all, what would be the harm in reading through the files? It would make them happy and, just maybe, they would leave her alone about it. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Sitting in her apartment, Tracy held her head to her hands. The files had quite a bit more than she expected. Nick's file was, in one word, alarming. Just some of the things he had done in the past...he'd wiped out whole families and caused the death of whole towns when he'd gotten out of control. In contrast to Nick's file, LaCroix' was much more...sterile. LaCroix was a killer, yes, but...he didn't waste his time killing, just as he didn't when dealing with other things. Nick, however, was different...Nick was a much more brutal killer, something she never really realized. LaCroix killed if it was necessary and if he wanted to...but Nick often killed from his emotions, his wants. It made sense, but it bugged her somewhat. Is this why Nick wouldn't let her closer? Why he wouldn't let her past his barriers? She was mad...more at her father than anyone else. This didn't change her view of Nick, because it didn't change the person he was here, now, in the present. For her father to even think that it would make a difference.... She wasn't that shallow. Sure, she might be blonde and the Commissioner's daughter, but her friendships weren't broken that easily. This only made her want to stand by Nick in whatever he wanted to do more. Closing the file, she pushed them away from her and leaned back. A few minutes later, she felt something...and opened her eyes to find Vachon standing on the other side of the room. "What are you here for? No, don't tell me...you're looking for LaCroix." Vachon just stood there, blinking a couple of times in silence. "Go on, say it." "I'm not. I just dropped by...you said you wouldn't mind." She closed her eyes and sank further into the cushions. She wanted to be anywhere but here. "Sorry. I've just been.... You're really here just to talk?" "Yeah. I figured I'd just come by." "Thanks." Again, he simply stared at her. "For coming by, that is. It's a relief...no parents bugging me and no LaCroix wanting to know where Nick is...." "He's right, you know. You shouldn't spend so much time with us--with vampires." "How do you know about that? Never mind, I'm not going to ask. Nick probably would have said the same thing." Vachon once more didn't react, and she asked him, "Aren't you going to leave or something?" "Only if that's what you want." "No, it's not...I just don't really get you. I don't know if I ever have." Vachon approached and sat on the couch next to her. "I don't think you're supposed to, Trace." He paused, telling her, "LaCroix won't hurt you, nor will he bring you across. Besides, I think I'd rather have you stay just as you are." Hearing Vachon's comment about LaCroix relaxed her a little. At the same time, it was something she already suspected. LaCroix just wanted her away. He wanted his family back together, and didn't want any more mortals in his way. "I don't want to be one of you. I know that. I just don't...I don't know where everything around me stands. I know I'll die and that you, Nick, and Natalie will live on. And, anyway, I don't think I could handle that...living forever." Gently, he pulled her closer, letting her rest against him. After a moment, he asked, "You know, we're used to moving on...to changing lives. We can only stay in one place for so long." "You're going to leave, aren't you?" she said, the words more of a statement than a question. She knew his answer. "Once this is settled, yes. I believe Antonius' thoughts are similar to mine. We've been here a while...I was prepared to leave when we first met, but I stayed." "Because of me, right?" She watched him nod. "It's okay, Vachon. I just hope Nick gives me the same kind of warning you are. Just know that you can drop by anytime...even in twenty years, if you want," she told him, managing a slight smile. "I really wouldn't mind." "I'll keep that in mind." He held her against him, closing his eyes and just resting. "Nick will be okay, and I think you know that." She nodded, but didn't comment. She hoped he was okay, but what if something had happened? LaCroix had seemed quite concerned when he'd dropped by, and she was afraid. "Just hold me. I don't want to think about anything right now. I'll always be a friend, and I hope you can, too. You being here really helps, Vachon." Tracy closed her eyes and leaned against him, listening to her surroundings--everything from the gentle breeze from the window to the occasional breath or heartbeat from Vachon. She enjoyed his presence, and was glad he had dropped by. Now, she just wished Nick and Natalie were back and well. Things Fall Apart - (26/33) Nick's skin burned in such a way that he'd never felt before. Not only did his skin burn, but the scent of the garlic irritated his eyes and nose as well. A knife cut the skin near the burning sensation, and a moment later, a substance dripped into the wound--more garlic. He hissed at the pain it caused, trying to shift to lessen it, but the manacles still held him firmly in place. Then, a few moments later, more garlic was put on his skin, the blade making another cut in that section. It was, if possible, even more painful than the previous action. He again snarled, pulling hard against his bonds. "It'll be just a moment," Paxton said, waiting and watching the wounds as they started to heal. A couple of minutes later, he carefully washed the area, thoroughly cleaning all of the garlic away. He dried the still red skin, commenting, "That's the end of that test." Nick shut his eyes. He didn't want to hear that one more time. Already he'd been attacked by crucifixes in this room...and now garlic. What was next? He quietly watched the mortal, spying a clear container of what looked like water. He cringed. It probably was water...holy water. Soon, he felt the same precise procedure that had been used for the garlic being carried out. It was tested on various sections of his skin in varying dilutions. It produced more painful burns than had the garlic, but at least he could breathe a little easier. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, only that the doctor was tiring, and that it had to have been at least several hours considering how long each application took. For both the garlic and the holy water, it had been applied, sat for a certain set amount of time, and then was washed off. He wondered how much longer this would go on, and wished he could feed. Yet another section of skin was covered with the holy water, and he flinched, twisting slightly. Time was passing, ever slowly, yet the doctor showed no signs of stopping. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick winced as a sliver of wood went deeper into his skin. He already had at least a dozen similar slivers stuck in him, and whenever his muscles moved, the pain was almost unbearable. So far, several had broken, and he'd found himself in more pain. The last several hours had been, for him, anyway, pure hell. It was every little thing that bothered him--crosses, garlic, holy water, wood.... He knew there were still burns on his shoulders from the previous 'tests', but he was too tired to really care. He closed his eyes tight as another sliver was pushed under his skin, this one hurting more than the previous one for some reason. He twitched and the splinter snapped. "Sorry," Paxton muttered. While retrieving the broken bits, he asked, "LaCroix...what is he really like? I mean, I know who he is and about his past, but the reports are rather dry." Nick looked away. LaCroix. He'd been cut off from his sire since Natalie had been taken...and then he'd just left Toronto, not even with a hint of where he was going to LaCroix. The elder vampire was more than a little angry, he knew. He winced from a combination of what LaCroix would do and one of the splinters being pulled out. "He's quite a bit more than he seems," he stated, even though he didn't have to say anything. Paxton probably didn't have to remove the splinters, either. "I figured that. You don't have to answer--I was just curious, and since you're his family, I-" "He's very Roman...and likes to keep to himself," Nick stated, cutting the other off. "If you want to know more, I suggest you ask him yourself." Paxton halted in his actions, the tip of another splinter just piercing the smooth, flawless skin. "This probably isn't the best time to ask, but...how did you meet Dr. Lambert?" He withdrew the splinter just as the other's muscles tensed again. "I woke up on her table...not that interesting, really." "And her curiosity got the better of her, didn't it?" He waited, but the other remained silent. "Sorry...I probably shouldn't prod into your personal life like this. I am, however, curious what the blood tastes like to you?" "You ask a lot of questions," Nick commented, his voice tired and weak. Paxton considered that, and figured this was certainly not the most ideal time for questions. "Hmm...well, I'm sure you've heard the saying 'curiosity kills the cat'...doctors are another curious lot." He slid the sliver in quick and deep, causing the vampire to gasp in surprise and pain. The door opened and Paxton met his superior's eyes. "How is it going, Doctor?" He met the vampire's gaze, which slowly turned golden. "Don't take too much care in your work, Paxton. He's a creature...an animal." A small length of wood--several inches long and just under an inch in diameter--caught his attention and he picked it up off the table. "What are you doing?" Paxton demanded, watching as his superior circled the vampire. In an instant, he struck, bringing the small stake down into the vampire's back, just above the waist. When Nick howled in pain, he grinned. "Now, there's a reaction for you. No more toothpicks. Move on and remember that you're testing his healing capabilities, not his tolerance for petty splinters." Paxton flinched as his boss left the room, the door slamming loudly closed. He turned toward the vampire, seeing the blood slipping from the wound and pooling slightly in the middle of his back. He approached, his fingers wrapping around the piece of wood, causing Brabant to move. Aware that this would be difficult if he took his time, he grabbed it again, quickly yanking it out. He watched as the vampire tried to shift without luck, the manacles holding him in place. The other was in pain, and as he stood there, he noticed the other getting weaker as the wound healed. Perhaps vampires could survive many wounds and injuries, but to have the sudden weakness and hunger that came with it.... He honestly wasn't sure which he'd rather be, a vampire or a mortal. The door opened again as he was lost in thought on the matter. It was one of the guards, and he was handed a piece of paper with a list on it...it was how he was supposed to proceed. He closed his eyes and nearly crumpled the piece of paper. He was to test Brabant’s healing by where the wood was put...and he was supposed to use the same size wood as he'd just pulled out of his back. To him, it looked more like an endurance test, something along the lines of 'how many times and in how many ways can you stake a vampire without feeding him before he can't handle it anymore'. He spent the next several moments carefully removing the small pieces of wood he had been dealing with earlier, the vampire clearly experiencing some pain from his actions. The wounds healed quickly, and by the time he'd finished, the wound in Brabant's back was almost completely healed. The vampire's breathing had increased somewhat and his muscles had tensed. He paused before continuing, wondering if he could do this or not. He glanced up at the security camera in the corner, realizing that he really didn't have a choice. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix paced in one of the conference rooms, waiting. He'd waited before and, finally, after nearly twelve hours, he had submitted and allowed the mortals to test to see if he spoke the truth. It had taken some time for the mortals to set the test up, but he had waited. The mortals had been quite surprised when his statements were regarded as truth. Soon after, now roughly a full day since he had arrived here, he again demanded to speak to the man that proclaimed to be his child. This time, unlike other attempts, the mortals were going to allow it. At present, he merely had to wait for the vampire to be delivered to him. As the door opened, he followed the movements of the man. They were somewhat arrogant and even brash. He stiffened, watching as the young vampire, Michael Larson, looked up at him with a smile. He wanted to rip it off, but knew he couldn't quite do that with the mortals present. However, he was tired of waiting. "Leave us," he hissed, glaring at Reese, who had entered with the two officers and Michael. "I'm staying, but no one else will remain," Reese stated and dismissed the officers. LaCroix shot another glare at Reese once the others had left. "Fine, but do not interfere." With that, he turned to Michael, returning the slight smile...but his was of a different nature, he suspected. In one quick action, he spun the other and sank his fangs deep into his neck. It elicited a gasp from Reese and struggling from the vampire, but neither attempted to stop him from continuing. He drank deeply of Michael's blood, a hint of foulness present. This vampire was brought across by Aha. He withdrew, feeling his anger rise. It was yet another diversion he was being tricked into. "Damn the Council," he muttered, his eyes changing to a deep scarlet. Reese backed up a few inches, causing his attention to be diverted there for a moment. "This is nothing more than another of the Council's tricks!" He took Michael by the shoulders, turning him to look at him. He forced their gazes to meet, pushing his presence into the other's mind. With a few careful prods, he had the other pulling away in fear, and he smiled. LaCroix released Michael, watching the other back away, showing his confusion and terror. "They took me!" the man suddenly stated, far from his original arrogant appearance. "Who?" Reese asked, quite interested in this and the vampire's quick change in behavior. When Michael didn't state the answer, LaCroix explained, "Aha and the Council forced this." He started for the door, leaving the confused vampire backing toward one of the corners of the room. "I'm leaving to go after my children. This one is of no concern to me at the moment." Reese reached forward and stopped the other. "Wait just a moment." He jerked out of the grasp, stating, "I have waited more than long enough!" "A few minutes in my office. The information you had passed on was looked into and something is being planned." LaCroix lets his eyes turn amber at the revelation. "Why was I not informed of this?" "Because you've been under arrest and neither the Canadian nor US government are directly involved in this plan. A short phone call to set things in motion and so that they know to expect your presence, and you may go." "Fine," he hissed through his teeth. He wasn't sure if he liked this, working with the mortals in this matter, but he could deal with it. "Then make sure they know not to cross me. I will do whatever I feel is needed." Things Fall Apart - (27/33) Natalie stared through the bars with a golden glare. She wanted out. She wanted to feed. She wanted Nick. Every single one of those thoughts was draped, top to bottom, with blood. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. When Nick had shown up, her hunger and worries had virtually vanished. Then, when they'd come in and taken him, she had panicked. The mortals had in turn reacted, stunning her to unconsciousness. Upon waking, she found Ningal missing, the room eerily silent. It made her mad...more than mad. She wanted out, and she wanted out now. She was sick of this in more than one way and, to top it off, she was starving. She needed and wanted blood--now. All around her she could hear the mortals' hearts beating rapidly...in panic. Deep down she delighted in the knowledge of their almost obvious fear and, somewhere in her mind, she wondered what was going on to cause that fear. Four men entered the room and one approached her cell with a key. The man entered with two of the others, and they approached her. She snarled at them, warning them back, but it did nothing to deter their path. She felt herself roughly pulled to her feet, and when she tried to shrug out of the touch, she got a painful zap from one of their weapons. Yet, she was so angry it merely fazed her. When she realized what they were doing, she relaxed her outer appearance slightly as her instinct took over. Her wrists were released from the manacles, one word echoing in her mind--freedom. She pulled away, getting yet another dose of electricity. When it stopped flowing into her, she wrenched the weapon out of the man's grasp, breaking his arm. Before the other near her could react, she flew at him, slamming him into the bars with more force than she had ever used. His weapon slipped from his grasp, his body going limp, and when she released him, he slid to the ground. All of this caused no specific reaction in her mind, her only thoughts being to get out of there at any cost. She headed for the door, another shock hitting her. She pushed that guard into the wall, her hunger increasing as his pulse did the same. Finally, only one man stood in her way. She snarled at him, but once again, he remained in place despite his fallen peers. Again she flew, landing just between the door and the man, him facing away from her. Although it would be simple to leave, her hunger demanded more, her instincts still in control. She knocked the weapon from his hand and sunk her fangs into his flesh, drinking the warm nectar that lay inside. She drank and drank, the taste urging her to take ever more--so she did. The man's heart weakened, and the two guards that were still conscious remained silent and wide-eyed. The flow of blood slowed and soon came to a halt. She dropped the man's now limp body to the ground, his form crumpling into an untidy pile. The blood calmed her, her instincts slowly going back into their place. She stood, her eyes still golden and fangs gleaming, watching as the two stared at her, their hearts racing. She backed up, slowly, until she was eventually leaning against a wall. The one whose arm she had broken darted out the door, and the other, who she had done nothing more than shove him out of her way, glanced to the two fallen guards. She hissed, and he too slithered his way out of the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Natalie stared straight ahead, the smell of blood sharp to her senses, but no heartbeats thundered in her ears. She only heard the soft, panicked sounds she had heard earlier. Now, every little noise of her breathing...the rustle of her clothes...it all grated on her senses. She looked from one of the fallen guards to the other, both dead. She clenched her jaw, her eyes turning a sad shade of crimson. She killed them. She killed both of them without even a hint of mercy. She killed them without so much as a thought. Half of her wanted to scream at what she had just done. The other half wanted to do it again...and again. She closed her eyes and slid down the smooth white wall, not wanting to move. Tears slowly trickled down her face, not sure just what to think of her actions. She had flown, she was sure of it, everything being a blur to her. She was a killer, a hunter, and her instincts proved it. Natalie shut her eyes tight against the sight before her. She wanted to get away from this room...but was afraid of what might happen if she did. Would she kill again? She pulled her legs against her and cried, hoping no one would disturb her. Silence was good...and this was the quietest place. She could still hear the heartbeats from the other mortals, but right here, there were no heartbeats intruding on her thoughts. Just herself, and nothing more. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Paxton held yet another piece of wood loosely in his hands. Brabant lay still on the table, his wounds no longer healing. The vampire was still alive, but.... This one would be the last one, he knew. Any more than this and he risked killing Brabant...something that seemed to be the fate of every vampire that came here. He raised the small stake, bringing it down in the vampire's shoulder. The action forced a small, pitiful scream from Brabant, and he winced. It was more of a whimper than a scream. Every noise that broke the silence, he knew, made both of them cringe with fear at the torture that was to come. He waited a moment before removing the wood, afraid of hearing more sounds of pain. Paxton deftly gripped the wood, pulling it out as quickly and straight as possible. This time, he received no response, his pulse quickening. "Brabant?" he called in a whisper, remaining right where he was. Could the vampire be dead? Could the last one have been too much? He swallowed, hoping that wasn't so. He moved to the front of the table and looked down on the other. The vampire didn't move in the slightest. "Nicholas?" he prodded, hoping the friendlier approach would gain some reaction, but it didn't. He pushed Brabant's head to the side, turning the vampire to look at him. Golden eyes stared back at him...hungry, afraid, and hurt golden eyes. He again swallowed, wondering just where those eyes were being directed. When Brabant breathed deeply in, closed his eyes, and turned the other way, he exhaled with relief. He was alive. He stood, preparing to head across the room to the fridge when the door opened. Armed men entered, pointing their weapons at him. He froze, demanding, "What's going on?" "You're under arrest along with the others in this facility for the actions taken by its members." "Now wait a minute..." he started, but two approached and prepared to cuff him. A snarl came from next to them, and the two men stopped their actions and glanced at Nick, who was glaring at them. Paxton slipped from their grasp, asking, "So, is that to mean all of this is shut down?" "That's one way of putting it," one of them stated, his gaze mostly on the vampire strapped to the table. "Then deal with the others here. Unless you know what to do with him," Paxton said, gesturing to he vampire. "He needs blood and I can give it to him. Go, I'll take care of this." One of the men from the door stared hesitantly back. But, after a moment, he nodded and called to the two already in the room, telling them to remain and watch the two. Paxton then continued on his previous path to the refrigerator, pulling out several units of blood. He went back to the table and paused upon seeing the restraints. He set the blood on a nearby counter and pulled out his key ring. A moment later, he had found the key and started unlocking the manacles. It possibly wasn't the best idea, but would be much simpler. He was slightly startled as Brabant shifted, turning on his side, but reminded himself to keep calm. The vampire's hungry eyes shifted to the closer of the two men, and he quickly grabbed one of the units of blood, handing it to Brabant. Not long after, four units of blood laid empty on the counter. Paxton pulled up a stool and sat next to the table, watching Brabant. He wasn't sure how things were going...the blood seemed to have helped somewhat, the wounds not looking quite as red, but.... He was afraid he'd gone too far, and was thankful that Brabant had seen reason and had not killed him with the first opportunity. A radio on one of the men's belts fired up, which was answered in an instant. "Wilkins, here. What's going on?" "The facility and its workers are secure. We have a...guest who's coming your way, unescorted. Do not, I repeat, do not get in his way." "Yes, Sir," he answered, somewhat miffed at the instructions. Seconds later, the door swung open admitting a tall, angry, and golden-eyed vampire into the room. Paxton stood as the vampire's eyes met his, backing away out of instinct. He knew exactly who this vampire was. He knew it was best to stay out of his way, and he would. LaCroix crossed the room to where his son lay on the metal table, pulling Nicholas forcibly to his feet. However, the younger was much too weak to stand. He offered his wrist, urging Nicholas to drink. After several attempts, he succeeded, fangs ripping into his wrist, quickly drinking his blood. He allowed his son to drink far more than he should have, but was so concerned with Nicholas' well-being that he almost forgot to pull his wrist from the other's grasp. Once he had done so, LaCroix turned Nicholas in his grasp. His son's eyes were gold...but their link was still gone and he could not discern the precise reason. "Come, Nicholas. We shall go to Natalie." "Natalie..." he began, but LaCroix stopped him with a finger to his lips. His sire pulled him toward the door and he half-walked, half- leaned on the elder vampire. Although LaCroix' blood helped, he was still very weak. Paxton watched as the two left, slightly stunned by the vampire, LaCroix', short duration in the room. The elder vampire, from the short glimpse he got, had been both exactly what he'd expected and nothing that he'd expected. Things Fall Apart - (28/33) Nearing the end of the hall, Nick hesitated upon seeing two mortals standing at the door. LaCroix pulled him along, but he stopped, not allowing the action. The door was the same one that led to the room Natalie had been held in. The question was, if she was safe, why was she still in there with men standing guard? He didn't like the look of this at all. "Come, Nicholas." "Natalie...is she...." He shook his head, not able to say anymore, fearing something had happened. "I only just arrived and you were closest. Now, come, and we shall see." LaCroix pulled him again, and this time Nick allowed the action, still putting a lot of his weight on his sire. As they reached the door, the mortals there got nervous, which in turn made Nick worry more. LaCroix stopped before them. "Let us pass." "Can you calm her? She won't let us in the room," one of the men said, their voice only somewhat calm. LaCroix glared at them, and they moved out of his way. He pushed the door open, a body lying just inside the room. Although not what he expected, it didn't sway him from his goal one bit. Natalie sat on the floor against a wall on the other side of the room. Nick held onto his sire's shoulder, looking at Natalie as she glanced up at them. Her eyes were amber, scarlet streaks running down her cheeks. "Natalie?" She looked away, curling up as much as possible. Now using the wall for support, Nick slowly approached her, sliding down the smooth surface to sit with her. He reached forward and she hissed as he nearly touched her. Nick forced her to look at him, and she tried to pull away with no luck. "Natalie, what happened? Please, tell me." "I...I killed them...both of them. I...please...just leave me alone." She jerked out of his touch relatively easily, preparing to stand, but he stopped her, pulling her back down. "Nick...please." "Shh..." he told her, pulling her closer. He leaned against the wall; the wounds in his back making him wince slightly. He did what he could to ignore them, focusing on Natalie. He held her, rocking slightly despite the faint pain that shot through him at the action. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Paxton walked down the hall, glancing over his shoulder at the armed man following him. In his slightly shaking hands were three units of blood and Brabant's shirt. Despite his arrest, he was fully aware of recent events. A couple of hours had passed since the others had arrived, namely, LaCroix. Natalie had killed two of the complex' guards shortly before it had been taken over by area police and a handful of FBI agents. At first, no one had been allowed in the room where Natalie was -- even after LaCroix and Brabant had managed to calm her somewhat. He, himself, would be the first mortal to approach them, something he wished to do, even though it was not the most intelligent choice if LaCroix' earlier appearance could be any indication on his mood. LaCroix was angry. It wasn't specifically directed toward him, but all of those that were involved. The officers and agents did not entirely trust him, which he could understand. Yet, he also realized that his intentions had been good, probably the only reason he hadn't been handcuffed and physically removed from the area. Upon reaching the door, he felt his nerves itch at what lie beyond. What would he see beyond the door? He was admitted, and was immediately hit with silence. The door was shut behind him, making him the only mortal in the room. LaCroix sat, nearly asleep, in a chair by what had been Ningal's cell. The other two vampires were near the wall, lying on the ground with Brabant tightly holding Natalie from behind. Paxton froze as Natalie's eyes met his. She was hungry, he could see it...but there was more. She was afraid of something, but he couldn't tell what. Brabant stirred as she stared at him, and he pulled Natalie closer. The vampire's eyes bored into him with more emotions that he couldn't quite discern. Abruptly, he felt himself shoved into the wall and nearly dropped the items in his arms. A light, icy glare kept him more firmly in place than the hands pinning him to the wall. "Wait," he softly said, telling the other, "If I could have done something to stop what happened, I would have. Please know that." LaCroix' eyes flashed a deep gold. He observed the mortal, looking for some sign of deception, but he seemed to be telling the truth. "Let go of him, LaCroix," Nick spoke, breaking the silence. "He doesn't, and didn't want to hurt us. He was here against his will, just like Natalie and me. Besides, he can do no harm now." At first, the words seemed to have no affect, but after a moment, Paxton found himself released. As LaCroix stalked away, Paxton thanked the vampire for letting go of him. He then looked down at the objects in his hands, telling them, "I brought a unit of blood for each of you and, also, Brabant's shirt. I can get more blood, if you would like." He stepped closer, holding the items out to LaCroix. When the vampire only took one of the bags, he cautiously walked toward the other two, handing Brabant the rest. Nick carefully sat up, wincing several times. There were still splinters in his back and, although they were becoming more than a tad annoying, he did his best to ignore them. He pulled Natalie in front of him and handed her one of the bags of blood. She refused it and he tried again. It didn't work. "Nat, you need it." She shook her head. "I don't want it. All I want is to be alone." Natalie looked up at Paxton, and then turned in Nick's grasp, leaning against him. Again, Nick winced...and Paxton noticed. "You're hurt," he stated, instinctively moving closer. "No thanks to you, I'm afraid." Paxton swallowed. He knew the tests had been painful...more than just physically, he guessed. "I truly am sorry. Please, let me help if I can. I don't like seeing any living being in pain--not a human, vampire, or anything else. Please believe that." Nick held the mortal's gaze, then, after a moment, he slowly nodded. Paxton turned to LaCroix, and receiving a small, short nod, he went to the door and asked one of the guards to retrieve some of his things from the lab. Again closing the door, he found himself focusing on Natalie. She appeared frightened and hungry, but mostly the first. He didn't think her fear was of him, but whatever it was, it was strong. He watched her struggle to keep control, Brabant doing what he could to calm her. When the door opened, he quickly took the supplies. He turned back to find LaCroix slipping two units of blood into his coat pocket. LaCroix then gently pried Natalie from her brother, pulling his daughter into his arms and picking her up. LaCroix prepared to leave the room, and stated, "We will be waiting, Nicholas. I wish to return to Toronto as soon as possible." Nick nodded and turned to the mortal, staring at Paxton until they were alone. Again, Nick shifted and his pain flashed across his face. "Lie down," Paxton calmly spoke upon seeing the reaction. "Tell me where they are, and I'll get the remaining splinters out." He did so and allowed the mortal to remove the slivers of wood. It was uncomfortable for him, exposing himself to a mortal like this, but at least they would be removed. He had enough trust in Paxton to know that. Once he had finished, Paxton watched as the vampire put his shirt back on and drained the unit of blood LaCroix hadn't taken. Brabant looked relatively healthy considering what he had been through, but at the same time, he could see the hesitation in the other's movements and the paler of his skin. It would take a little time before Brabant fully recovered, he knew, and he blamed himself for it. "Uh...what I said before--I really meant it. I'm sorry for what happened. For Ningal's death, for the tests...everything." Nick didn't say anything, couldn't, and only gave Paxton a single nod. He could sense the truth in the other's words. Yet, he had questions he wanted answered. "Whatever was given to us when Natalie was taken...it cuts us off from each other." Hearing the implied question, he responded, "It suppresses certain aspects of your blood more than others. It's probably what severed the link. Given time, it will wear off." Nick nodded. He had suspected as much, but wanted something to tell LaCroix if his sire asked. "What's wrong with her? With Natalie?" He clenched his jaw. Although not entirely sure of the reason himself, he had a general idea of the cause of her reaction. "Natalie has never had blood straight from the source before. Neither has she killed a mortal, let alone two. The vampire took over, and she's afraid it will again." "But that was self-defense," Paxton stated in an instant. "She also knows that she didn't have to kill them. That if she was in control, she could have disabled them without doing so. She will have to learn to live with what happened and the consequences of it, whatever that might be." Nick turned, starting for the door. When Paxton stopped him with his hand, he looked back at the mortal. "I hope she recovers from this. I really do." Nick met the other's eyes, but made no other response. Then, without any further action, he left the room alone, heading for the facility's exit, LaCroix, and Natalie. Things Fall Apart - (29/33) Nick lay on his bed, staring over at Natalie. She was sleeping, and had been since before they had arrived back in Toronto. They had driven back as soon as night had fallen, and he had held her as she drifted off. It worried him, as she had now been sleeping for well over twelve hours. He had slept some, but Natalie was occupying too many of his thoughts to allow him to really rest. Night had again fallen, and LaCroix was on the phone. Aristotle had sent the elder vampire more information...and so had the mortals. Between the two sources, LaCroix knew about what had gone on, who was involved...everything. Carefully getting off the bed, Nick headed downstairs, watching as LaCroix listened to Aristotle on the phone. The two were talking about Paxton. The speaker was on, and he moved through the files on his computer with ease. "He knows quite a bit," Aristotle spoke, his voice filling the room. "His knowledge of vampires is too extensive. If he were to fall into the wrong hands...lets just say the mortals would have an immense source of information on us." "Then we will have to deal with him." Nick stiffened at the words. Although he didn't know what, exactly, LaCroix had in mind, he was fully aware of what it could. "We can't kill him, LaCroix." As LaCroix turned to face his son, Aristotle's voice perked up. "Nicholas, how are you? And Natalie?" "I'll be fine. Natalie is...sleeping at the moment." "It's probably the best thing for her. She is, after all, going to have to face the mortals' questions and pressures." "I will not allow them to so much as touch her. She was completely within her rights to kill them," LaCroix hissed. "But not in the mortals' eyes," Aristotle countered. "As far as they are concerned, she's a killer." Nick approached and sat at the table by LaCroix, seeing the elder vampire tense from Aristotle's words. He remained silent, waiting and listening. LaCroix didn't want to think about Aristotle's comments. The other vampire was right, he knew, but that could be dealt with later. So far, the mortals hadn't acted on that...so neither would he. There were other matters that needed to be dealt with as well. "I want Paxton declared as a ward of the Community. It shouldn't be too difficult considering the others were given to us to deem their punishment. Have him brought here, to Nicholas', and have it done quickly." "It will be tricky to do without getting too much attention from the mortals, but it will be done." "One more thing, Aristotle. I want you to focus on who was behind that facility's operations. I smell something foul." "The Council?" Aristotle paused, hearing an audible breath. "There was some Community involvement, which I've already discovered. The source could very well be Aha and his Council." "If it is, I want the mortals to find out about it. I want you and Merlin to plant clues for the mortals. Reveal the Council if it is they who are meddling, and find out what is and isn't true regarding the mortals' findings." Nick watched his sire's eyes glow, feeling tinges of the emotion across their bond. Finally, his senses were beginning to return to normal, and he was glad. Although LaCroix often prodded his thoughts, more than he wanted at times, it was quite unsettling to be completely cut off from his sire. He listened and waited as LaCroix finished his conversation with Aristotle. After the other hung up, Nick asked, "What are you going to do with Paxton?" "Give him a choice. He may either choose to work with the Community under close supervision, die, or become one of us." Nick turned to the computer, where just about every piece of available information on one Jeremy Paxton sat. "He has a family, LaCroix." "And so do we, Nicholas. We are family, and he participated in harming it." "Against his will," Nick stated, his anger rising. "Which is why he is being given a choice. It is his knowledge of us that must be contained, and this is the best course of action...unless you would rather he be simply killed? If he had willingly harmed either you or Natalie, he would be meeting the same fate as the others." "Judgement by our own 'Council of Elders'? How can we even be sure they can be trusted with this and not take their power within the Community too far as Aha has?" LaCroix considered that, as well as those that were a part of it. In truth, it was more of a court than a 'council'. It consisted of several city Elders, and was only a temporary entity. He had declined being a member for this matter because his children and himself had been too heavily involved in the situation, and the mortals would not tolerate the possibility he might...influence matters. "It will be a fair judgement, Nicholas. All but those accused of the highest crimes will be handed back to the mortals for their punishment." "And Paxton? What will you do to him?" "First, I wish to be convinced of his truthfulness. Then, if it is obvious he wished no harm to the Community, he will be offered the choice." Nick turned to the computer screen and scanned through the information. Paxton was quite reputed in the medical sciences. He had entered college at age fifteen and was, more or less, a genius. It was probably one of the reasons he had been chosen for this. He wondered what would happen and, more importantly, how Natalie would handle this. He was worried about her reaction to what she had done. Natalie had killed, something that he was aware she was against doing. Her control had slipped, and she feared it would happen again. When Paxton arrived, he wondered how she would handle his presence. LaCroix shut the computer down and watched his son. Nicholas was preoccupied. The younger vampire's thoughts flitted from one thing to another, but always landed back on Natalie. Natalie. Her reaction was somewhat troubling, but she would be fine. She was strong and could handle this. She was his child, his family, and he would not allow anything more to interfere with it. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick leaned back, his eyes closed. He was tired. His hunger had abated, and his link with LaCroix and Natalie had almost fully returned, but he was still tired. The feeling was both physical and mental. He was nearly sick of dealing with the mortals. Mortals could be crueler than many of his kind, and they could do so without a second thought. His envy of the mortals was gone. It had finally vanished after slowly fading over the last several months. First, he had simply decided he needed time to himself, and then vampires had been revealed to the world. He had been dragged into the situation, along with everyone else. When LaCroix was forced to bring Natalie over because of her actions, he had grown ever closer to LaCroix and the Community. And now...now he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with the mortals anymore. Frankly, he was tired of it. The buzzer interrupted his thoughts, and he opened his eyes to see LaCroix letting the visitor up. He remained sitting, watching as the elevator arrived and Paxton entered, Antonius right behind the mortal. Paxton carried a small cage with two white rats, scurrying about and looking at the vampires around them. LaCroix glared at the animals, his distaste evident upon realizing what they were. "Carouche should not be kept as pets. They should be destroyed." "Carouche?" Paxton slowly pronounced, the term unfamiliar to him. "Are they carouche because they're animals?" LaCroix gave a glance to the rats and turned away, Nick keeping silent from his place on the couch. Realizing they weren't going to answer, Antonius explained, "Carouche are animals that have been brought over or humans whose first meal consisted of animal blood." "But they're still vampires," the mortal quickly countered. LaCroix spun, facing Paxton. "Carouche often act like animals. They can be quite unpredictable, and it is not recommended to keep them as...'pets'." An uncomfortable silence found its way in as LaCroix stared at the mortal. Antonius shifted, causing the attention to turn to him. "What?" LaCroix asked, his annoyance at the rats still evident. "I must return home. I'm looking after Michael. I'm taking him in, adopting him. Despite the control he apparently displayed among the mortals, he knows nothing about us, nor about how to control his wants." LaCroix closed his eyes and nodded. He had forgotten about the young vampire amongst everything that was happening. It was good that Antonius was taking responsibility for the fledgling. It would be good for him, as he knew the Italian didn't have any family. "See that he learns well." Antonius gave a nod, backed up the few steps into the elevator, and took it down. The rats moved in the cage, their attention locking on LaCroix. With a hiss from LaCroix, they quickly shied away. "Why am I here?" Paxton asked, but the two said nothing. "I was wakened and practically dragged here without any notice. What's going on?" Nick turned toward the mortal and stood. He approached and pried the cage from Paxton's hands, taking the two rats over to the kitchen table. Confused, Paxton looked between the two vampires, and then stared at Brabant. Before he made it a step, he found LaCroix in his path. When he looked to the other, Brabant turned away, and he swallowed, wondering what was going to happen. Gold filled LaCroix' eyes, and he reached for the mortal's arm. He took it somewhat roughly, the other resisting out of instinct. Without a comment, LaCroix bit into the flesh, a gasp escaping Paxton's lips. The mortal's blood was rich and, suffice it to say, quite interesting. Conflict raged within, between wanting to keep his own life and harming the life of beings he admired. Paxton meant no harm to the Community. He released the grip, his fangs retracting as he licked the blood from his lips. LaCroix met the mortal's gaze, which was surprisingly calm despite his action. While holding his bleeding wrist, Paxton demanded, "What is going on? What are you going to do to me, kill me?" LaCroix glanced to his son, who was purposely staying out of this. "That will be your choice." "Choice?" He again glanced between the two vampires. "What choice?" "Your knowledge is dangerous to the Community." "I will keep whatever I know about vampires to myself, I swear. I will not betray your people. I have no wish to do so." LaCroix paused before commenting, "I am aware of that. However, the mortals may attempt to use your knowledge against us, and we cannot allow that to happen." Paxton swallowed. Could LaCroix be suggesting that he would die for his knowledge? But then, what would the choice be? "Death is one option. Your other options are to become one of us, or continue as a mortal working with our community." "And my family? Will I be able to see them?" "They will remain untouched no matter your choice, and yes, after things have been set up, you may see them." "I can't...." Paxton shook his head. "I need time to consider this." "Understood. You will remain here, at Nicholas', and will be with one of the Community at all times." Paxton turned to the other vampire, who had been rather silent since his arrival. He could see a hint of anger within Brabant, and he tensed, knowing it was at least partially his fault. The two vampires shifted their attention, and following their gaze, he found Natalie standing a short distance away. Her eyes were a bright gold and focused directly on him. "What's happening?" Natalie demanded, her attention remaining firmly on the mortal. LaCroix watched, sensing her hunger and anger rise. He approached and stood behind her, holding her by the shoulders. "He will be staying here until he can decide his fate. That is, if that is okay?" Natalie closed her eyes. She knew what he was trying to get at. She had to deal with this, even if she feared what she could do. "It's fine, I just...." Her eyes remained gold. A moment later, she pulled out of LaCroix' touch and went to the refrigerator. As she drank from a bottle, Paxton couldn't help but stare. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, seeing her near desperation for the blood. "At least she's finally feeding. We need blood whether we want it or not," LaCroix explained. "She must learn how to handle her feelings, learn how to handle killing; just as we all must at some point." Paxton turned toward Natalie, following her actions. She drank a good portion of the bottle and then sat on the floor, leaning against the refrigerator, the green glass gripped tightly in her hands. He faced LaCroix, telling him, "You have to understand--I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want anything like this to happen." "That's what your blood tells me and what you've repeatedly said." Surprised, Paxton half blurted his response. "You believe me, then?" "Yes." LaCroix glared at the mortal. "Not only are you too weak to harm one of us on your own, you are too weak to even stand up for your beliefs!" Paxton tensed, hoping the vampire's gaze would soften. It didn't, and he took a couple of steps back. He ran into something, and found Brabant's hands holding him in place. "Yes, I'm weak. I did what I could do. I didn't want to leave my children without their father, my wife without her husband...we live off my income. The facility forwarded my earnings to my family. They would have had nothing if I had died. I couldn't leave my family like that, something I think you can understand." LaCroix stiffened and looked away. The mortal had hit closer than he wanted. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he had this mortal brought here. "Just know that while you are with my family, you will do as we say." From her position on the ground, Natalie watched them. Standing, her eyes abruptly lost their amber color. The gears from the elevator shaft switched on, the three vampires turning toward it. Paxton turned as well, waiting. They all watched as the door slid open, Tracy walking in. She froze upon seeing the others. "Nick...I wanted to see how you and Natalie were doing...I guess I should...." "Stay right where you are, Detective," LaCroix hissed, stopping her in her tracks. He turned to his son, demanding, "You should have changed the alarm code, Nicholas." Nick ignored his sire, moving away from Paxton and crossing the room. "Tracy.... You shouldn't be here." "I suspected that. I'm sorry, Nick. I just...I wanted to talk to you and make sure you were all right." "My children are fine," LaCroix told her, approaching. "I suggest you leave and not return unless you are invited by either myself or Nicholas." She swallowed, turning toward her partner. Even though he wasn't working, she still thought of him that way. Nick was her partner...and would always remain a friend, even if he didn't come back to work. In his eyes, she could almost see his thoughts. He was pulling ever further away. Here, with Natalie and LaCroix, she knew he was at home. "I'll call you later, okay?" Nick nodded. "That's fine, but please...don't come over without asking first. I'm not going to change the alarm code, but please, Tracy, don't just drop by." She glanced away. His words hurt. Nick didn't mean for it to, she didn't think, but it still hurt, nonetheless. They came from different worlds--worlds that weren't meant to mix. "I'll talk to you later, Nick." Then, she quickly made her way into the elevator, taking it down before anyone could stop her. Nick remained in place, setting his jaw. He hadn't meant for his words to come out so harsh to her, but knew it had to be that way. He couldn't talk with Tracy right now. "Nicholas, forget about her. For now, we have our own concerns." LaCroix turned to Paxton, his gaze softer than before. "Watch him, Nicholas, and make sure Natalie feeds." He prepared to head toward the door, but stopped at the rustling in the cage. "And make sure those things remain in that cage." "Where are you going? It's almost dawn." "I wish to make a few phone calls, and will be back at sunset." As LaCroix left, Nick turned his attention back to Natalie and Paxton. He saw the mortal swallow, glancing back at the two rats in the cage. "If I'm brought over, who would do it? Not LaCroix, I hope." "I'm not sure, although I do not believe he would do so himself." Nick turned his attention on the cage, commenting. "Don't lose them. They might be relatively harmless, but if they get out, they could be trouble. You can take them out during the day, when LaCroix isn't here, if you'd like." Paxton nodded. He would do as told, and not just because he really didn't have any choice. Despite the abruptness of his journey here and knowledge of having a 'choice', he knew they were right. It would be too dangerous for their kind if his knowledge came into the wrong hands. He knew exactly what could harm and what could kill, and what reactions to expect. He knew how to starve a vampire to the point where they were conscious but unable to defend themselves. And, most importantly, he knew more about vampire physiology than, he suspected, most vampires did. "Nick...." Nick twisted around, finding Natalie with her eyes again glowing bright amber. She turned away, walking across the room. With the remote, she opened one of the blinds, letting sunlight pour into the room. "What am I going to do?" she asked as she moved closer to the light. Although Nick tensed, he didn't move toward her. She was thankful of that. Reaching out, she held her hand in the sun and closed her eyes. Her skin burned just like Nick's and any other vampire's skin. She pulled her hand away, showing it to Nick. "I burn, Nick, and I'm not sure, but I think I flew when I killed those men. Whatever LaCroix gave me...I think its affects have worn off." "Then we can deal with it." She rapidly shook her head. "I'm a killer, Nick, and I'm afraid. I don't want to be a killer." Nick crossed the room to her, pulling her closer. "I know you don't, and you aren't. Remember that. Those men's deaths were not your fault. You acted in self-defense." He felt her try to pull away, and he continued, "You should feed and rest, Nat. Please." Hesitantly, she nodded. Natalie walked back to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle in addition to the partially emptied one on the floor, and headed upstairs. Paxton watched, much as he had been for the past several moments. When she disappeared into one of the rooms, he turned to Brabant. The vampire looked at him...through him. It was eerie, but not much else. "Make sure your carouche are fed, and do not attempt to leave. If you do, I assure you that LaCroix will not be pleased." The mortal shut his eyes and nodded. That, he believed. And yet, he had no wish to leave. He would remain because he wanted to and did not wish to betray them...nor did he wish to die. He trusted Brabant, even if that trust wasn't shared. He again turned to the vampire, only to find the other gone. Brabant was probably with Natalie, which was completely understandable. He wanted to be with his family. They both did, he only wished he could be with his, but knew it had to wait. Things Fall Apart - (30/33) Tracy sat impatiently at Vachon's, waiting for him to give her an answer. "Please, Vachon," she asked as he paced. "It's complicated, Tracy. I can't just give you a 'yes' or 'no' answer." She threw her hands up in disbelief. Her partner was...her partner. Sure, he was a vampire, but.... "Nick can't be that complicated." "Well, he is." Vachon paused, turning to her. "He keeps a lot from those around him. I doubt if even LaCroix knows everything about his son." "And I can't even get Nick to tell me anything...I think I get the point." She stood and prepared to leave. "Wait, don't go yet. Now is not a good time to ask any questions. Nick and LaCroix...they have to deal with what is going on with the mortals. When this is over, then ask him your questions. But not now." "You're sounding awfully authoritative." "I've helped them quite a bit. Not only that, but I've been helping Antonius. I don't like this, Tracy. Once this is settled, I'm leaving Toronto." With that, she looked away. She didn't want to acknowledge his statement to leave. She knew he was going to, and in truth, she knew Nick couldn't answer anything right now. She just wished he wouldn't block her out as he was doing. Even a little bit of information would be nice...like knowing if Nick would try to come back to work or not. "I'm sorry, Vachon. I shouldn't have come." "No, stay. I can't answer your questions, but I can wait with you." She smiled a sad smile. "I think I want to just be alone right now. I'm sorry, I just want to think." She left the room, heading out of the building as he stared after her. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Curled up on her couch, Tracy stuck her spoon into her bowl. The ice cream was almost gone. It was cold and sweet, and it pushed her thoughts away. Several days had passed since Nick and Natalie had returned and since she had last talked to Vachon. Tensions were again building, and she was tired of it. In fact, that was the whole reason she was sitting here. She took the night off, wanting a break from it all. She set her bowl on the table, grabbing the remote. The news the last few days had been...quiet, and they kept mentioning that something would be announced. And, every day since, that had been repeated. Her curiosity was, as a result, piqued. She changed the channel, the contents of the news surprising her somewhat. Tonight, she could see, was different. "Recent laws, specifically those relating to vampires adding to their race and working among humans, have been reversed. No remnants of these laws remain, and it seems unlikely that they will return in the near future. "For those that missed the beginning of this news broadcast, more information has been released regarding previous topics. More information on just what vampires are will be released shortly. In addition, there is startling evidence that points at members of their own community as being the cause of the previous, false, information. This information has been traced to certain members of their community, certain members that have been ousted from their society. "This link is undeniable, and it is suspected that soon, it will be dealt with within the Community. However, all attempts to contact those in the Vampire Community have been met with resistance and the comment that this will be taken care of, and as soon as possible. Exactly how this will come about is unknown. "On a slightly different note, it is uncertain just what will be done to Dr. Natalie Lambert, who killed two of the underground research facility's guards during her captivity at the center. The actions were in self-defense and, as of yet, neither side has arrested her. We are trying to gather information, but as with other information, it is difficult to obtain any from authorities." Tracy watched, listening as a little more information was slowly revealed. So much did she want to go to Nick, or even Vachon...but she reminded herself that they were both very possibly mixed up in this in some way or another. On the television screen, she caught a flash of LaCroix. He was talking with several mortals, rushing along to stay away from the cameras. She didn't blame him. If she were in his place, Tracy suspected she would do exactly what LaCroix was doing. Although, she didn't know if she would be able to handle all of the pressure or not. The good news was that Nick would be allowed to return to work...if he chose to, anyway. She honestly didn't think he would come back. But then, she really didn't know him, either. She would talk to him later, she hoped, but wasn't going to dare bother him with LaCroix there. She didn't want to deal with Nick's father...much as she didn't want to deal with her own. Even though they were so much alike, they were also different. They were from different times, and they had never truly been close friends--unlike Nick had been with both Natalie and Schanke. It showed, especially when LaCroix had told her to leave and Nick just stood there. That still hurt her. It hurt her that Nick couldn't tell her himself, that LaCroix had to do it when they were both right there.... She continued to focus on the news, listening as it repeated over again, stating that the laws and government sentiment was returning to the state it had been before the initial attack in Seattle. She shook her head. It couldn't reverse itself just like that. She could almost see protests firing up, and was glad she had called in tonight. With the next day being her night off, she feared what would happen when at work once things settled down again. She honestly didn't care what her co-workers thought of her calling in. She had more than enough sick days to take--one wasn't going to hurt. Hopefully, she could talk to Nick and find out what he was going to do, but she wouldn't be surprised if he just simply left. Vachon was going to leave, and from him, she knew Antonius was probably going to do the same. She didn't blame any of them for even considering it, let alone actually leaving. She just feared that Nick would leave as well...but she also feared he would just leave and not say a word about it. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. "I know what the mortals know, Aristotle. They're badgering me about it, trying to see if I know more." "Well, soon you will. It is, one-hundred-percent, assuredly the Council. They have ties to most of what has happened. The attacks in Seattle, the research center down in New York, the fledgling that turned up in Toronto...all of that and more, too." LaCroix simmered. He just wanted to find them. He didn't care what else the Council had their filthy hands in. "Where are they? Just tell me!" "I can't." There was a pause, and then he stated, "The location of their current headquarters is known, but it is empty. They aren't there, and I haven't pinpointed their locations." "You don't know where they are?" "No, I don't. When this news was broadcast, they just...disappeared. We believe they flew to another country and then got in the airways with false ID's. I have possibles, and from what I can tell, they are currently all on the North American continent." "They're coming here, then." "I didn't say that." "You don't have to. They'll be here. I want to know when they arrive." With that, he hung up and turned around. There, he found Nicholas, Natalie, and Paxton staring at him. He focused on Natalie, approaching. Although his connection with his children had returned, he still didn't know how his daughter was dealing with this, not really. "Nicholas, how is she?" Nick turned to his sister for a moment, who was becoming more nervous by the second. LaCroix hadn't done much to help Natalie, trying to force her to deal with killing. He didn't like it, but there really wasn't any other option. Again facing LaCroix, he stated, "It's going to take time, LaCroix. She was not prepared to kill, not mentally. The hunger is fading, and I taught her a few tricks to help her control it." "Enough that she will be fine here, with our...guest?" Nick gave a glance to Paxton, whose pulse increased slightly. "Why don't you ask Natalie for herself?" At that, LaCroix watched as Natalie shrank back from him by several inches. He knew he had been harsh on her at times, but it was necessary. She had to deal with her guilt, and she had to do it on her own. Until she did that, he would give her no sympathy. Nicholas could do that. "Well?" His gaze stared icily down at her, but she remained calm. "I can manage, LaCroix." He kept a smile carefully concealed, pleased at her answer. "Good. Nicholas and I will be away for the night, and may not return by dawn." Natalie watched as her sire left by the skylight, Nick remaining behind for a moment. Their eyes met for a few moments, and then he, too, was gone. She closed her eyes, feeling their presence fading. Thankfully, it didn't leave...but the emptiness was still there. It was similar to when she'd been cut off from them while at the complex. She was empty inside, and even her returned link wasn't helping much. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she stared at its source through a golden haze. He backed away from Natalie, aware he had hit something beneath her previously calm exterior. "I'm sorry, I only meant to...." "It's okay, I know." She glanced down, her features returning to normal. "I'm still a little...off. I just...I hate this," she said, stalking off and sitting heavily on the couch. "Hate this situation, or hate being a vampire?" She abruptly spun to face Paxton, who was now approaching and standing a short distance in front of her. "Primarily the first, although I'm starting to wonder if I did the right thing by becoming a vampire. It's not all it appears. It's...more than just having to drink blood and stay out of the sun. There's the hunger that's always there, and there's fear." "Fear? Fear of what?" "The hunger, what I'm able to do...of the mortals, of fire.... It's not as simple as it seems." Paxton sat next to her, staring forward. Being brought across was one of his options, the one he had seriously considered taking. But, until now, he hadn't had the opportunity to talk with Natalie. "Natalie, please forgive me for asking this, but what is it like, really? The hunger, the rest of it." "It's like living a dream...but living a nightmare, as well." She stood and walked to the refrigerator. She pulled out a bottle, slowly pouring herself a glass. Light shined through the blood like sunlight through a precious stone. She suppressed a laugh and turned back to Paxton, approaching. "Sure, I'll live forever, but only with this," she said, holding the glass up and taking a sip of it. "A vampire's hunger demands it. It will even demand death of friends and others if control can't be kept. Without any control, we're murderers, and the control is...complicated. At first, once one has had the first taste of blood, it's easy...surprisingly so. Then, as your guard drops and you become more used to everything and learn what your abilities are...then, the hunger starts to take over and you have to fight with it all of the time. In comparison, it's less than the initial hunger, but it never leaves." "So...the hunger is...what?" "Just a feeling, really. But it gnaws at you like nothing else. It has a mind of its own, but is really just another part of you. The hunger is what I hate. I mean, I miss the sun, I miss chocolate and eating.... But, if I ever became mortal again, I would never miss the hunger." Paxton bowed his head as she again sat next to him. "I guess what I'm wondering is if it's worth it?" "Your choice...the one LaCroix gave you?" "Yes, that. I don't want to die, but I really don't like the idea of being an eternal prisoner. I'm not even thrilled with the idea of becoming a vampire. I mean, if I had more time...it might not be as bad, but I know that's not possible." "For me, the good outweighs the bad, I think. I couldn't be with Nick without being a vampire, so I made my choice. It's not as bad as it sounds, but it is difficult at times. If you decide to come across, I think I can get Nick to help you. He's not like LaCroix." "Something I've had more than enough time to gather. For being...father and son, they're quite different, but much alike." "Yes, they are...on both of those counts. Is it worth it? Yes. But that's just my opinion. Knowing what I know now, I don't think I would change my decision." With that, she took another sip of her glass. To her, it was worth it. It was the only way she could be with Nick. But, was it for Paxton? For someone like Paxton, who had a family and a life...which he would very possibly lose. If he came across, he would have to, at some point, explain to his family what he was and why he'd chosen this. For her, her family was Nick and LaCroix. She hadn't needed to explain. "Natalie? Is something wrong?" She looked to him. "No, nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking about your question some more." Was it really worth it? If she hadn't had Nick, she would have had nothing. If she had a close family, or even children when she'd became a vampire...she couldn't imagine that. But to be watched over all of the time, Paxton's other alternative...he would risk losing his family. "It's worth it, even if it doesn't seem that way. You won't be able to be as close with your family, and you won't be able to have any more children." "I understand that." "Do you, really?" She stared into her glass and shook her head. "I made the choice on my own to come across...Nick didn't know. I wanted to be closer to him, to be able to kiss him and not have him look away. I know you're thinking about your family, but think about everything. Don't wait for it to come up." Natalie finished her glass and stood up. She gave a glance to Paxton, and then took her glass to the sink. "I'm sorry; I'm saying more than I need to." "No, it's fine." He stood and walked up behind her, stopping several feet away. "It's good to be told that it's not as simple a decision as it seems it should be." She managed a smile, but kept it to herself. Paxton, she suspected, would do fine. He would handle this life much better than she had and still was. He wouldn't have the same problems she was having. Her anger rose, but she held it down. It was no one's fault, except perhaps LaCroix. He may have known that the mixture he gave her would prevent her from not only burning, but flying as well...but she doubted it. Now, she could fly, but the sun was her enemy. Her skin could no longer stand even a few seconds, let alone a few minutes of its caress. She knew it was the one thing Nick missed, the one thing she suspected most vampires missed. Paxton remained in place, watching Natalie. Something was wrong--he could feel it. "Please, tell me what's wrong." "It's nothing to concern you with." His muscles tightened somewhat. Her tone was the same as what he'd heard from the other two. "I think it is. It's something to do with Nick and LaCroix, isn't it?" "No, not really," she truthfully told him. "I mean, it concerns them, but I have to deal with it." "With being a vampire, right? With killing?" She tightly clenched her eyes shut, then nodded. Purposely, she had avoided that issue in her thoughts. It was enough to think about it when she had to, but now, when she didn't.... "Yes, that's it. Nick has done what he can, and LaCroix...well, you've seen him. He's been pushing me, but rightfully so. As a vampire, I have to learn how to deal with this. Nick didn't, and I've seen what it's done to him. LaCroix doesn't want that to happen to me, and neither does Nick." "You didn't want to kill, but you had to, right? That's what you don't like." "Yeah, that's the main thing. That and...everything." She turned and let her gaze meet Paxton's. "I'm thinking it was a mistake to keep what I am a secret, even if it was the right thing to do at the time. It was hard, pretending to be a mortal. I honestly don't know how Nick managed it there at first. It's easier now, but whatever you do, don't try and hide what you are." "I'm not planning on it." He walked to the table, sitting in front of the rats' cage. "You know, I think you're right. It's probably worth it." He was still nervous about this, but at least his thoughts were more firmly in place. He stared at the two animals, watching them as they came to the edge of the cage, one of them moving over by the lock. "LaCroix' not going to kill them, is he?" She turned to the rats, sitting at the table. "No, I don't think he'll kill them. You just have to make sure they don't get loose when LaCroix' here. If they get loose, then he might." Natalie put her fingers up to the cage, and the rats approached her, somewhat warily. When they again went on about their actions, she smiled faintly. "LaCroix just doesn't like them because they're carouche. They seem to be friendly, though." "They don't judge, which is nice. They live, watch, and listen. That's more that a lot of humans will do." Natalie bowed her head, giving him a nod. Paxton was right about that. She watched him with the rats, realizing that even though they were carouche and Paxton was mortal, they got along quite well. In truth, Paxton got along fairly well with most of the vampires he'd met...despite what he'd done. He didn't hate vampires, and he didn't necessarily like the actions of his own people. That she saw over the last few days. He had been cordial the entire time, never once trying to escape or harm any of them. He was comfortable there, something she hadn't expected. She smiled to herself, aware that LaCroix was probably irked by Paxton's behavior. More than anything, she was worried for them, wondering what they were doing. LaCroix wasn't happy, she knew...and neither was Nick. And then, here she was, watching over Paxton while they did whatever. Basically, they were doing nothing, and she was worrying too much. It was so much simpler to just sit and do what Paxton was doing--sitting and watching. And so, she would too. Things Fall Apart - (31/33) Nick sat at the bar, LaCroix on the next stool over. His sire was there, staring at the mural above the bar. They had sat there the entire night before, and had barely slept any during the day. The Raven sat entirely empty. No one remained, not even a bartender. Only he and LaCroix were there...and a video camera. On their way in, LaCroix had caught a reporter hanging out behind the club, and he'd confiscated the camera, stating it would be returned. The cameraman and reporter had protested, and then LaCroix had stated there might be an exclusive story out of it. He knew LaCroix had no intentions of it being exclusive, even if it were released. The camera was up in one of the cupboards, looking down on events, recording. Nick honestly wasn't sure if the Council would fall for it again...but the Council, especially Aha, seemed to think themselves invincible. Besides, this time he wasn't wearing a wire. The camera was hidden, creating about as much noise as the lights above. Unless they were looking specifically for it, the Council would very likely overlook it...something he could only hope would be the case. More than the camera, Nick knew where either he or LaCroix had placed at least a half a dozen weapons. There were several stakes, as well as two swords. They were for when the Council arrived. And, he knew, they both knew, the Council would come. Aristotle had already called and told LaCroix that all of the members of the Council were probably in Toronto. All they had to do was wait a little longer. LaCroix finished off his glass and reached for the half-full bottle in front of him. He first filled his glass, and then topped off his son's. Nicholas sat calmly, looking ahead, much as he had been. Soon, the Council should arrive, and then, everything would be over. The Council would pay for their meddling, and would never be able to do so again. Nick felt something familiar behind him and tensed. The presence belonged to Aha--he knew it. He turned, LaCroix doing the same. Along with Aha, were the other three remaining members of the Council. He met the other vampire's eyes, the room tinted faintly golden. "You should not have come here," he stated, flashing his fangs. "Keep your son under control, Lucius. We don't want a scene now, do we?" Aha glanced to his three comrades, and looked back to Lucius with a smile. "It is you who should not be here. Your attempts at working with the mortals have backfired, making things worse for all of us." LaCroix stood, coming to stand right in front of Aha. "The only reason I've needed to work with them is because of you! You've arranged all of this." An eyebrow rose at the Roman's words. "Arranged? Why not just say 'planned'. I know that's what you meant." "There are no simple words to explain what you've done. You've killed how many of us to get at me?!" Aha stepped away, walking halfway around LaCroix. "Does it really matter? They were weak, as I'm sure even you will agree." "And Ningal? She wasn't weak," Nick stated, turning Aha's attention to him. The Ancient narrowed his eyes, which turned amber in an instant. "She was a disadvantage to us. She would have destroyed us, so we dealt with her." "By ensuring her death?" Nick hissed through his fangs. "We were hoping that you or your sister would have died. It's a pity, really. It just means this will have to continue, again, some time in the future." With that, LaCroix' eyes flashed crimson. "I think Nicholas would much rather fight if he were given the choice. So would I. If you want to kill us, then come and try! Face us in person, without the mortals' fear to lean on. Tonight is the end of this!" "Why not wait a little while? It's quite enjoyable watching the mortals fumble around. They don't have any idea of what's happening, really. Even with what they said in the news, they know nothing. They just don't get it. Neither does the Community, for that matter." Aha laughed, but both his stance and that of the other council members remained calm. He watched as LaCroix stepped closer. "Ah...so four against two, that's how you want to play it?" "I want this over with." Aha scoffed, and so did the others with him. "It will never be over with, and you know it. The mortals will always be a threat, and so will those like you. The Community means nothing to you." The words pushed LaCroix, but he knew Aha was doing this on purpose. He wasn't going to let that happen. "On the contrary, it means quite a bit--especially my family. Unlike you, who even killed one of your counselors." "We did not kill Ningal!" one of the other members of the Council stated, taking a step forward. Aha smiled. "We didn't kill her. The mortals killed her." "And the mortals were under your influence," LaCroix countered. "Just like how you used them to make the attacks!" "So what if they were? It was still the mortals, not us, that did the deed--and that won't change." "But it was your plans. Our people have paid for your games." A laugh, and Aha took a few steps back. As a result, Lucius was surrounded by the Council and stood right where he wanted him. "Our 'games' are real, Lucius, not like your dealings with the mortals. Quite petty for a General of your stature, isn't it?" He waited, but the other vampire wasn't taking the bait. "You know, Damien was supposed to die in that first attack. It was supposed to completely destroy them, leaving you nothing to work with." "You kill your own kind," LaCroix snarled. "You're worse than many of the mortals." "And that is supposed to concern me? Tonight you and your son will die. I think Natalie can hold her own...for a time, anyway. She'll die, too, probably at the mortals' hands." Aha watched Lucius' eyes burn brighter, and grinned at the almost uncontrolled anger. "Let's get on with this, shall we? We would like to return to Europe as soon as possible." LaCroix watched as two of the Council pulled out scythes, the third and Aha pulling out swords. As they swung at him, he felt one of the blades slash into his side. His son retrieved the two swords, tossing one to him. He caught it, preventing the descent of another blade as two of the Council members went for Nicholas. With a hiss at the Ancient, LaCroix countered, "Nicholas is not the weakling you believe." Aha struck forward with his sword in an attempt to disarm the other. It didn't work, but he was unconcerned. "Correction, he's not the weakling that *you* believe." The comment hit LaCroix deep within, and he sliced his weapon through the air out of anger, hitting nothing. Off guard, he found another blade digging into him from the other council member that wielded a sword. With a glance, he could see Nicholas was fighting the two with scythes...a weapon his son was not used to defending against. He stopped more attempts from reaching him, losing sight of Nicholas. With a well-placed blow, he shoved Aha away. The distraction allowed him to get to his other opponent, beheading him with his sword. One of Nicholas' attackers moved to him, and then he knew this would end quickly. Soon, he heard another meet the same fate-- Nicholas killing his opponent, and then he killed the female council member, her scythe falling to the ground. LaCroix smiled, himself and Nicholas now circling a grinning Aha. A stake was passed to him from his son, each of them carrying both wood and blade. Aha, however, merely had a sword. "You wanted this quick, it'll be quick," he spoke, rushing forward. He deflected Aha's sword, pushing a stake into the other's heart. Aha laughed even with the wood protruding from his chest. "You still think you can kill me?" At that, he didn't reply. There was really no reason to. Instead, he gave a slight nod to Nicholas, and a moment later, Aha was beheaded in one simple swing. His eyes met his son's across the carnage, each of them bleeding from their wounds. Now, they needed to clean this up--something they had to do before they could tend to their hunger. Silently, they did exactly that, the Raven quickly becoming devoid of any evidence of what happened. The beheading, sufficient to kill the Ancients, was not taken lightly. They both knew how difficult it was to kill the older members of their kind and were not about to let them have the chance of regenerating. By the time they had finished, their wounds were healed, dried blood clinging to the edges of the rips in their clothes. LaCroix watched his son and smiled. Nicholas was, indeed, his. Nicholas had dealt the final blow to Aha, and now stood next to him, more or less his equal. He grinned, pleased that his son was taking his rightful place. When the younger vampire gave a smile back, he was even more pleased. Finally, they were truly father and son, almost brothers. He had waited so long for this, and it was here. Not only that, but he suspected it would last quite some time to come. Matters were now settled for the time being, the Council's bodies now destroyed, and all that was left was to cremate their remains. LaCroix led Nicholas to the bar and pulled out a bottle of blood. He poured them each a glass, and handed one to Nicholas. "Take this, Nicholas. I will call others to deal with the remaining tasks. Then, they will never be able to return." Nick took the glass, sipping the blood. The flavor calmed his senses, but only somewhat. His eyes still burned golden, and as LaCroix disappeared into the office, he waited with little patience. When Aha had died, he felt something break. The link the Ancient had tricked him into, the link he had believed already severed, had alerted him to Aha's arrival at the Raven. His eyes turned scarlet, and Nick drank more of the blood. This time, it did soothe him. The link was still present when Aha had come, and only his death, specifically his beheading, had broken it. He was enraged that the Ancient had tricked him and taken something so dear to him. LaCroix, Natalie, and Janette were the only others that had a link with him. Aha had used that link in ways that even LaCroix only did occasionally and with care. LaCroix returned, focusing on his son. Nicholas stared forward, rage flowing through his veins. Rage directed at Aha. His own anger came to the surface upon feeling the emotions from the younger vampire. "Nicholas?" Nick snapped his attention to his sire, relaxing somewhat. "There is nothing more to worry about, except perhaps the mortals' reactions. Aha and his council are gone. He will never harm any of us again. Never." LaCroix' eyes flashed red on the last word, emphasizing his point. A smile crept across Nick's features. It wasn't a thankful smile of a simple victory, but instead, it contained hints of the power that came from the kill. Within a few minutes' time, Nick felt himself calm, his adrenaline and anger fading. The Council was gone. That's what mattered. Now, loose ends needed to be tied up, and life would go on. He turned and smiled at LaCroix. Nick then took the bottle, refilling his glass and handing his sire the other that had remained when LaCroix had taken for his office. He watched LaCroix take the glass and return his grin. LaCroix sat at the bar next to his son, his lips gently curving with his continued pleasure. He sipped the blood, letting himself relax. Eventually, he and Nicholas emptied the bottle, and as Nicholas took the last glass, he watched the younger drink. His son looked at him, and soon the glass was passed back and forth, each taking a sip and passing it, neither needing to say a word. Things Fall Apart - (32/33) The news was pleasant compared to what she had been seeing previously on the news. Announcement had been made of a tape that had been handed out to all of the news stations. Until tonight, only some of that information had been related to the public, specifically the certain death of the Council. Late tonight, with a continuous warning, their execution was shown. It had been edited somewhat, but from what she could tell, not much and very possibly before it was sent out. It was a lot quicker than she expected...quicker than they deserved. The sight was a bit gruesome, even with knowing what was going to happen and some of the things she'd seen on her job. The look in Nick's eyes after he killed Aha was probably the worst of it. At that moment, she saw the real person behind her partner. She saw the vampire that Nick really was, the person he was. She bowed her head. Nick wasn't her partner anymore. He had made it final. He had walked into the precinct last night and handed in his resignation, firmly stating that he would not be back. Then, he had walked out, not even speaking to her. Arriving home last night, however, she found a note. It was short and to the point. Tracy, Please understand that I couldn't work any longer among the mortals. I'm staying in Toronto, along with Natalie and LaCroix. I'm sure you know Vachon and Antonius are leaving. Come by and visit. It's okay. -Nick Vachon had already left. He came by the night before, stating he was leaving that night, and mentioning he would contact her later. Antonius...she didn't really know him, so his leaving didn't really bother her. But Nick resigning from the force...that really bugged her. Already, she planned on going by his place tonight before the precinct. She knew it would be too soon, but she needed to. He had said to drop by, and she would take him up on it...although he probably wouldn't be expecting her. She had to talk to Nick about...well, about everything. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. Nick virtually glided behind Paxton, asking, "Are you sure this is what you want? It can't be reversed, and you do have the choice of who is to do this." Paxton swallowed. While he would rather not have to go through with this at all, he wanted the vampire to do this to be someone he knew. Natalie was out of the question because he knew she was young, and he wouldn't dare have LaCroix do it. Not necessarily because he didn't trust the other, but because he knew LaCroix didn't like him much. He glanced over his shoulder, looking into the faintly golden eyes and nodded. "I'm sure." Nick's eyes glowed brighter, and he closed the distance between them. He pulled the mortal back, gently guiding Paxton's head to the side. His fangs dropped in an instant and his grip tightened, causing the mortal's heart rate to rise. Despite his previous beliefs, Nick had no second thoughts about the present situation. Sure, he was bringing Paxton across, but it was necessary. More than that, it was being done willingly. He didn't have any problems with it given the situation. In fact, deep down he was just waiting to taste the warm blood beneath the surface, even savor it as he drained most of Paxton's blood. Swiftly, he buried his canines into Paxton's throat, taking the blood a bit faster than he should. As he felt the heart slow and nearly cease its beating, he also felt another heartbeat approach. He pulled away, Paxton not quite drained, to find both Natalie and LaCroix turning toward the door. The elevator was pushed open, and Tracy stood, mouth wide open at Nick and the man held limply against him. She stared, seeing the blood at the man's neck and Nick send a snarl at her. Immediately, she realized that perhaps she should have waited a little longer before coming by, even with Nick's invitation. "Nick...?" LaCroix hissed at the newcomer, grabbing her roughly by the arm. "I thought I told you not to come here?" he asked, pulling her back toward the elevator. "Let her go, LaCroix. I asked her to come by," Nick stated, taking in a deep breath. "Tracy, don't interfere." With that, he sank his fangs back into Paxton's neck, taking the rest of the blood, nearly killing him. Tracy watched as Nick picked the man up and laid him on the couch, LaCroix' hand releasing her. Then, she took a few steps closer; her eyes not leaving Nick while he cut his wrist and let his blood trickle into the man's mouth. Nick was bringing him across. Nick remained close to the couch until Paxton slipped off to sleep. Then, he stood, staring at Tracy through an amber haze. "LaCroix, please...you too, Nat. I want to talk to Tracy." About to comment, Natalie found LaCroix pulling her back before she could get out a single word. He led her upstairs, Tracy's gaze not leaving them. Once his sire and sister had disappeared, Nick focused on Tracy. True, the two weren't out of earshot, but at least it was the semblance of privacy. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything last night. I just wanted away from there. I could feel some of the officers' uneasiness." "It's okay. Really," she told him, even though it wasn't. She focused on the man, Jeremy Paxton, who she remembered from her last visit, and had also seen mentioned a couple of times on the news that he was a ward of the Vampire Community. Flashes of seeing Nick draining him hit her, but she shook her head, pushing the images away. "Did you bring him over?" "Yeah. It was his choice, the best of his three options." "Which were?" Nick looked away, stating, "Death, being watched over by us, or being brought over." "So he chose to become a vampire." She approached, watching the man sleep. "What's going to happen now, Nick? If you're not going to come back to work...and what about him?" "He'll get a few lessons, then he'll be off to New York, where his family is. I'll be staying here. Another of the Community will be watching him, making sure he can control himself around mortals and doesn't slip. He'll also probably be working with the Community more often than not." Tracy purposely didn't meet his eyes. He was avoiding the remainder of the topic. But, she wasn't going to let it go. "What about you?" "I'll do whatever." Again, she watched him try to get out of her question. Stepping close, she grabbed his arm, making him face her. "Please, Nick...really, what are you going to do?" He gently pulled out of the grasp, letting his breath out. "I don't know yet. LaCroix said he had an idea, but he hasn't told me anything about it." "It's simple, Nicholas. It's not much different than what you were doing," LaCroix stated as he came down the steps. Although he was somewhat annoyed by LaCroix' obvious eavesdropping, Nick took the other's appearance in stride. "And what might that be?" "An...Enforcer. That, and liaison with the mortals." Immediately, he saw his son react. "You have the knowledge, skills, and ability. You should at least consider it." "I'll consider it," Nick told his sire, meeting the elder vampire's gaze. "So...does that mean I'd still see you around from time to time? If you took that option, anyway." Nick turned back to Tracy. If he did do what LaCroix suggested, anything that related or could relate to the Community would be cause for a Community representative to make an appearance--possibly himself. "If needed, possibly. It depends on what the mortals think of us once things settle down again." "So, what...an Enforcer? That would make you a cop within the Community, right?" "I suppose you could say that. I'm not an Enforcer--not by blood. Most Enforcers are one from the beginning, their bloodline being made of entirely other Enforcers. I'm just the regular, basic vampire. I'd probably end up more like Reese or your father--organizing and keeping things straight with the others." He felt something across the new, barely present link between himself and Paxton. Nick turned, seeing the other stir faintly. It would probably be a couple of hours before Paxton woke, but it was still dangerous for Tracy to be there. "Look, Tracy...." She nodded, glancing at Paxton. "Yeah, I know. I should get going. I'll talk to you later...I should go ahead and head to the precinct, too. Reese wanted to talk to me." "About getting a new partner," he stated, meeting Tracy's eyes. "Yeah, I figured I could just stop by the precinct a little early tonight to talk to him." She headed to the elevator, LaCroix' gaze scrutinizing her. With her hand on the door, she added, "I hope everything goes okay, Nick." He didn't move as she left, listening as her presence faded. He sensed LaCroix approach him closer. "Nicholas, he'll be fine for now, you know that," LaCroix spoke, pulling the younger vampire away from the couch. His hands rested on his son's shoulders, rubbing the muscles. "What do you think of my suggestion?" Nick relaxed into the familiar touch. "It's...sudden. Other than that, I don't have much to say." "It's needed, Nicholas. I know you don't want to be in my position, but the Community is going to go back to what it was before, and that includes the position of the Enforcers. Without a change in their organization, however, we risk them being used for other purposes." He shrugged away from his sire, bothered by the words. "I'm not one of them, no matter what anything says." LaCroix held his son in place, then softly spoke into the younger vampire's ear, "You don't have to. You're just the organizer and wouldn't even have to deal with them under most circumstances. You would be, as you said, like that mortal Captain of Detective Vetter's, as well as liaison with the mortals in this area. Consider it seriously, Nicholas. Speak to Natalie about it, if you want. But, for now, just relax." Nick nodded, a faint smile on his lips. Yes, he would allow himself to relax. He closed his eyes and bathed in the strengthening of his bond with his sire caused by the other's simple touch. He needed this, needed some peace and quiet...and now seemed like a good time to get some. "I will, LaCroix." Things Fall Apart - (33/33) Three weeks later, Tracy was stunned when Nick and Paxton walked into the precinct, both being casually taken to one of the conference rooms. She was unaware of their reason for being there, and wasted no time calling Nick's name and catching his arm. "How are you doing, Nick? I didn't expect to see you here so soon." Nick stopped suddenly, becoming a little uncomfortable when several sets of eyes locked on them. "I...decided to take LaCroix up on his suggestion. So far, it's not that bad. Just like a promotion, basically." "Hmm...so that's what you've been after, Reese's job," she commented, trying to keep their conversation light. He did his best to return a smile. "Well, the difference is that I don't get paid, but money's not a problem, anyway. I'd still be working here, you know, if it wasn't so hard." Tracy looked down. "Yeah, I know." She wished it wasn't so hard on Nick and the other vampires, but she was aware there was nothing any of them could do. Perking up a little, she told him, "Oh, Brian's my partner now. His old partner is working with a new detective. He's okay, but I guess I just got used to you. It wasn't bad having a vampire for backup, either." She saw Nick smile a little more at that, but found herself becoming tense. "So...how's life in general? I see your friend is up and about." Paxton locked his gaze, carefully kept normal, with Tracy's. It wasn't too difficult, but then he'd fed recently. Already, he was fully aware of what the hunger could do. "Yes, it's...quite different, but I don't regret it. I'm going back to New York next week. Nick's just helping me out a bit. Apparently, I've been appointed a liaison as well; although I believe I'm working with another. I'm a little surprised by it, but then I'm closer to the mortal world than most. I think the one I'll be working with will actually be the record keeper, I'm just the medium of conversation, I guess you could say." "Paxton is tagging along with me, getting a few pointers," Nick mentioned, noticing Paxton was starting to get nervous. Tracy was a little unsure, but prodded further, "How's Natalie? I heard they're pretty much ignoring what happened at that facility." "Yeah. They're overlooking it--which is probably a good thing. Right now, she's helping me a little. She mentioned that she'd put in a formal resignation in a couple of weeks. She's working a little until they get someone else." He stopped, waiting a moment before answering, "Nat's dealing with what happened, but it's hard on her. She'll do fine, though. We shouldn't worry about her." She nodded, able to guess a little on how Natalie felt. Like Nick, she had pulled away from her and the others, becoming more and more a part of the Vampire Community. She was trying to do the opposite, and Brian was helping a little...although she really missed having Nick in the precinct. "So then, what are you here for?" "Records. Records of vampires living in each city and their histories are being transferred back to the Community. I guess it could be said to be a show of trust. Paxton and whomever he ends up with will get the same records once he gets to New York. Records are going to be one of my responsibilities as liaison." "Police Captain, negotiator, and file cabinet." He recognized her further attempts at humor and smiled. "Basically. So far, it's not that bad, but the Community is trying to return to our previous form. We're trying to reinstate the Code, but with different, newer rules. With time, things will settle down." Reaching out with his hand, he lightly touched her jaw. "Thanks, Tracy, for being a friend. It really does mean a lot." Then, Nick drew away and, with the other officer that had been leading him, went to the conference room with Paxton to deal with the night's business. *+.*+.*+.*+.*+. LaCroix sat in the sound-booth at the Raven, looking out through the glass. Nicholas, Natalie, and Paxton sat at a table, talking. A week previous, the club had again reopened to the mortals, but it was strict on who got in. If someone made trouble--mortal or vampire-- they were out of the club. Nicholas was right where he belonged; as was everything else...even the microphone in front of him. It had actually been some time since he had done a live show, but he felt that tonight was right. He smiled, turning on the microphone. "What a nice night it is tonight--black, silver, and crystal clear. I've waited for a night like this, and with it, I return to the airwaves and will remain for some time to come. "That's right, my Children--and you are all my Children, whether by blood or not. Within all of us are the same thoughts and fears, the same potential for our passions to manifest in the form of both love and hatred. It's all a matter of perspective. "And, as I said, from where I stand, everything is quite clear. We will all endure both the darkness and the light. And, above all, we will survive." ~finis~ Well, that's all, folks! I hope you enjoyed it, and I would very much like to hear from my readers. Thanks for reading. I am not, at present, planning on continuing this story line. And, as far as a series goes, it *is* done. I have a few ideas, which I might use in the future for more along this line, but am not at present writing them down. If you'd like to see/read more, though, please let me know. Jarvinia jarvinia@gmx.com @>--,---`---