Date: Thu, 26 Oct 1995 23:01:21 -0500 From: Julie Randolph Subject: Song Challenge: A last testament **Okay, beware...more sap, this story is not for the Nick/Nat ppl, it is for the Ravenettes, one last testament to our dearly departed Janette. Hopw she knows how much we miss her** JCR Nick stood outside the Raven, half wanting to go inside and half fearing the consequence of that action. It had been a long time since he had come here for anything other han business, but this was not business, no definately not. He needed to be near hear, he wanted to be around her, he wanted to hold her in has arms again like they had so many times over so many hundreds of years, yet still he paused. --I can't fight this feeling any longer, and yet I'm still afraid to let it show, what started out as friendship has grown stronger, I only wish I had the strength to let it flow-- Once upon a time it had been easy to say "friendship" and allow emotions he tried so hard to keep hidden inside his heart, but now...now that she had decided to move on, things had changed, haden't they? Maybe he was simply giving in to what she had wanted all along, yet, she had intended to leave without telling him, without him even knowing where she had gone. He had to hear it from LaCroix, FROM LACROIX, as if somehow he was to blame for her moving away from him. And maybe he was... --I tell myself that I can't go on forever, I say there is no reason for my fear, cause I feel so secure when we're together, you give my life direction, you make everything so clear-- He stepped inside, and she looked up from the bar, she looked shocked to see him standing there. As if she could read the pain in his features, the underlying anger that fed itself with every step he took. "Janette." His voice was flat, toneless and one single tear slipped from beneath her lid. She was unable to speak, not knowing what to say, hoping that this moment would never come, but here it was...again. --But even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight, you're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night, and I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might...-- "I didn't come here to talk you out of this." Janette actually looked stunned,"Why?" A simple question that asked a thousand others within it's three letters. Why did you come here? Why couldn't you just let me leave? Why did you force me to face this pain? Why? It hovered in the air, just out of his reach. He didn't know. "I just needed to see you." --And I can't fight this feelings anymore, I've forgotten what I started fighting for, it's time to take this ship into the shore and throw away the oar, forever-- She stood facing him and his hand reache dout to gently caress her cheek. He haden't even realized he had touched her until it was there. And she was so soft, as she had always been. Janette turned away from him, away from the pain that gentle touch fourced to course through her heart. She hadn't wanted to face this. She had known it was a posibility, but she didn't want to face it, she didn't want to face him and find herself as in love as she always had been. He moved in behind her, closing the space between them until their bodies were practically one, pulling her against his torso, his arms tight around her, afraid she might run if he offered anything more than he already had. Janette touched his arms, running a finger absently up and down feeling for a moment as if they were young and in Paris once again, the beauty of new love upon them. She turnedin his arms and their lips came together in a kiss of fire and passion, both incredibally passionate and saddened at once. He pulled away, looking into the depths of eyes that had now turned amber with passion and desire. "Will you not be mine for one last day?" --cause I can't fight this feeling anymore,I've forgotten what I started fighting for and if I ever (something I cant remember) come crashing through your door, baby I cant fight this feeling anymore.-- Her voice was breathles,"I don't think I have a choice." Nick stepped closer, crushing her against him,"You have no idea what your leaving is doing to me." Their lips came together once again, his trailing a path of passion and need down her neck until his teeth came into contact with her throat. She made a small whimper of desire as his fangs slid into her skin and her blood rushed into his mouth, the taste as it had always been, sweet, ambrosia. He puled back for a moment, looking into her eyes,"Don't forget me, ever." She took his hand, leading him back towards the rooms hidden within the club and smiled, kissing him softly once again,"Never." I can't fight this feeling anymore----REO Speedwagon ***************************************************************** ************* I realize this would probably be as appropriate for Nick and Nat...but oh well. Maybe I'll write that another time. 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