From: "Yvonne Chentel" <capentine@hotmail.com> 
To: FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com 
Subject: Submission 
Date: Mon, 19 Apr 1999 20:22:46 PDT 

First off, I would like to give HUGE thanks to all 
those who complimented me on my first story, "Mine."  
It really encouraged me.  In that regard, I decided 
to take a chance and write a second story.

Sorry it has taken me so long to write a second 
story.  The real world interferes, don't you know.  
Anyway, this is a Dark Knight story, so if you like 
the light-hearted Nick, I don't believe you will like 
this story.  But then again, one never knows.

As you probably know, I don't own Nick, Nat, Vachon, 
LaCroix, Reese, or Tracy.  They belong to Tri-Star 
and Sony.  

"Beast"
by Yvonne Chentel
capentine@hotmail.com


'Who the hell would have thought?'

That thought kept running through Detective Nick 
Knight's head.  For the past hour, he had done 
nothing but drink the blood he had survived a century 
on.  Normally, he would have only drank one bottle, 
but the shock to his system that he had received 
earlier in the night required much more.   Again he 
took a long swallow from the bottle of cow's blood in 
his hand.  It decreased the hunger, but only fueled 
the vampire's anger.

Shaking his head to try and control the temper, Nick 
forced himself to set the bottle down.  'I can deal 
with this.  It's not that big of a problem.  I have 
secrets, why can't she.  I totally understand her 
reasons.'

'Bullshit,' the vampire told him.

With one swift movement, the bottle on the table was 
once again in his hand, the contents spilling onto 
his tongue, the tasteless swill sating the hunger.  
As he licked the blood off his lips, his memory 
flashed to the point where his anger began.

*Flashback-Earlier that night*

"Vachon?" Nick called as he entered the old, 
abandoned church.  

"Yeah," a voice answered.  Scanning the church, Nick 
found the five hundred year old vampire sitting in an 
old chair in the corner, heavily engrossed in a 
magazine.  As Nick approached, he chuckled when he 
noticed what type of magazine it was.

"Aren't you a little young to be reading those," Nick 
said as he dragged a chair over in front of  Vachon.

Vachon looked up from the magazine he had been 
reading, then glanced at the cover which had given 
him away.  The half-naked woman on the front would 
have told anyone that this was not a *family* 
magazine.  "Very funny.  What are you doing here 
anyway?" he asked as he placed the book on top of one 
of the three large stacks between him and Knight.

Casually, Nick picked up one of the magazines, 
flipping through it with some interest.  "Well, Tracy 
has the week off and went to stay with her mom.  Nat 
also has the week off, and went to visit a friend.  
LaCroix really doesn't seem like the chatting type.  
So, I decided to stop by.  What's with the magazines 
anyway?"

"They're Screed's.  He has FINALLY decided to clean 
out his place.  I volunteered to keep some of his 
things here while he did," Vachon replied as he 
picked up another magazine and started to flip 
through it.  "Just do me a favor and don't tell 
Tracy."

Nick smiled.  "Your secret is safe with me."

For the next half hour, both vampires sat in silence, 
each engrossed in their own magazine.  Vachon was 
highly interested in the tall, blonde, blue-eyed 
models.  With each turn of the page, he told himself 
that it was NOT because they reminded him of Tracy, 
but deep down he knew he was lying.  
 
He stopped short, however, when another model caught 
his eye.  This beautiful female was posing in a 
somewhat dark setup.  Her pale skin was a sharp 
contrast to the black bed she sensuously laid on.  
Red drapes hung around her, making the scene 
devilish.  The woman herself had a sinful aura 
surrounding her.  Laying on her side with one hand 
over her stomach and the other holding her head up, 
the pose was, for lack of a better word, sexy.  Dark 
lipstick caressed the model's lips, her auburn hair 
up in what appeared to be a French Twist, a few 
strands framing her face.  Vachon took in her 
voluptuous curves, her waist waiting to be taken hold 
of, her thighs secretly inviting the reader to take 
possession of her, her nipples darkening her breasts 
with delicious anticipation of a male mouth taking 
hold, biting, sucking, all while he was thrusting 
himself into her hot chamber.

The seductress was Dr. Natalie Lambert, friend to 
Detective Nick Knight.

Vachon stared at the picture, his mind trying to 
comprehend was his eyes were seeing.  He knew that 
his eyes were turning the aroused gold color of the 
vampire, the fangs protruding from his upper mouth.  
'No, No, NO, NO,' the man told the vampire.  This 
kind of reaction to this particular woman was 
dangerous, especially in front of the man who sat 
beside him, who could kill him in a blink of an eye 
if he knew exactly why he was having this reaction.

Nick looked up in concern as he heard a soft growl 
from Vachon.  The older vampire was shocked as he saw 
the younger one's vampiric nature take control.  
While Vachon closed his eyes to fight for control, 
Nick flew behind him to see what gotten him 
so...aroused.  The vampire in Nick flared to life as 
he saw what had pulled this reaction from Vachon.  
There lay Natalie, *his* Natalie, baring her body to 
Vachon, and anyone else who picked up this magazine.

His cock stiffened as his gaze lingered on the 
picture.  The black satin of the bed brought out the 
smoothness of her skin.  The pale context of her 
flesh made her body more tempting.  It took all of 
Nick's control to hold back a groan of desire.  He 
read the description below the pose.

Name:  Natasha Lambert
Age:  22
Plans:  Medical school

The description went on to describe her hobbies and 
interests, as well as her hopes for the future.  His 
mind had trouble taking in this side of Nat, but his 
body had none at all.  The vampire told him as much, 
as it and the man waged war against one another.

'My my.  Your mortal angel isn't so sweet after all.'

'Why would she do this?'

'You don't care why.  You want to know why she didn't 
tell you.'

Vachon finally got control of the vampire, but he 
looked up to see that Nick had not.  The older 
vampire was not even trying to conceal his interest.  
The beast stared at the magazine with undisguised 
lust.  It must have felt itself being watched, for 
the golden eyes turned to Vachon.  Fear welled up in 
Vachon as the golden eyes of arousal turned to the 
frightening red of rage.

"Give me that!" Nick snapped as he snatched the 
magazine from Vachon.  Before he could blink, Nick 
was gone.

*End Flashback*

Now Nick sat at his loft, staring at the open 
magazine.  He couldn't help but notice how beautiful 
she looked.  Her body begging to be stroked, devoured 
even.  It didn't take long for his attraction to turn 
to anger.  How many men had seen this?  Have had 
these same thoughts?  How many have acted on those 
thoughts?  The vampire once again spoke up.

'Look at Vachon's reaction.  To think, he's seen her 
lovely curves, her sexy legs, her luscious breasts, 
before YOU.  And he's just a mere boy.  You've never 
even come close as to see her blouse unbuttoned.'

Nick tried to quiet his musing as he heard the 
elevator lift.  His senses detected Natalie's 
familiar scent.  He let it envelope him as he quickly 
shut the magazine, hiding it under the couch cushion.

She smiled as she stepped off the lift.  Placing her 
purse on the table, she walked over to where he sat 
on the couch, taking the cushioned chair near it.  
"Hey."

Nick couldn't answer her, but instead stared at her.  
His eyes traveled down her face, over her breasts, 
down her legs, and then back up again, thinking of 
how much better she would look without the red silk 
blouse and black business skirt covering her.

Natalie noticed that Nick was looking at her 
strangely.  He had still not returned her greeting.  
When he met her eyes, she saw a flash of gold before 
they returned to their crystal blue.  'He's up to 
something,' she thought.

As Nick took in Natalie's angelic features, he felt 
himself get irritated.  There she was, in all her 
innocence, not knowing that he knew what was probably 
her darkest secret.  It was then he decided to play a 
little game.  A sly grin grew across his face as he 
started to speak.

"Hello Natalie.  How was your visit?" he asked as 
nonchalantly as he could.

Nat took note of the evil glint in his eyes as she 
answered, "Fine.  Grace has a somewhat boring movie 
selection, though.  How was your night?"

Knowing she would ask that, his grin only grew wider.  
"Oh, very interesting.  I learned some things that 
somewhat surprised me.  See, with you and Trace gone, 
I decided to pay a visit to Vachon."

This got Nat's attention.  "Really.  What did you 
boys do on you 'guy's night?' " she asked.

"Basically, we spent the entire night looking at 
magazines."

She laughed at this.  "Sounds like an evening."

Nick's grin developed into a smile.  "Well Nat, these 
aren't your typical supermarket magazines.  No, these 
you would look through if you were a horny teenage 
boy."

As he saw Nat start to squirm slightly, he continued, 
"As I was flipping through each one, I kept asking 
myself  'How could some innocent young girl bare 
herself to thousands of strangers?' And then it 
occurred to me..."

While Nick had been talking, Natalie had gotten up to 
get herself a glass of water.  He could tell that she 
was getting nervous.  Slowly, while her back was 
turned, he pulled out the magazine, opening it to his 
now favorite page.  He walked quietly behind her, 
stopping a short distance from her.

"...What would Nat thing of all these women exposing 
themselves to the public?" Nick finished.

Natalie spun around to answer when she stopped short.  
Nick was standing a few feet from her, holding up her 
worst fear.

It still astounded her that she had did it.  At the 
time, it was to prove to a friend that she wasn't 
afraid of anything.  They had both done it, but 
somehow her friend's picture had been cut from the 
final editing.  Nat still fumed over that incident, 
and had ever since prayed that no one would find out.  
Yet, now, the one person she had definitely wanted to 
keep in the dark was holding up the magazine in which 
she had stripped all of her bearings.  All she could 
do was stare at the picture, not daring to meet his 
gaze.

It seemed like an eternity before either spoke.  
Finally, Nick broke the tense silence when he 
suddenly started to yell, "What the hell were you 
thinking, Natalie?!  Why on earth would you do 
something like this?"

Her answering silence only annoyed him as she 
continued to stare at the magazine.  He threw it down 
on the counter, taking a few steps back as if he 
could not bear the thought of being near her.  He was 
shocked when she answered in a loud voice of her own, 
yet he did not turn around to face her.

"How DARE you!  You have no right to come to me and 
make me feel like I should be ashamed.  As 
embarrassing as it has been, I'm glad I did it.  It 
proved to alot of people that I was more than just a 
pretty face, more than a brilliant mind," she 
retorted.

When he turned around, it was her turn to step back.  
Natalie sometimes forgot that when Nick got angry, 
the vampire took over his train of thought.  She 
backed herself as far as she could, but only dug her 
spine into the counter.  The golden orbes of his eyes 
pinned her to the spot as he advanced on her, the 
glint of his fangs visible beneath his lips as he 
spoke.

"Oh, I see.  You saw it as a way to get laid."

This shocked her.

Nick took advantage of her silence and continued.  
"During med school, you had all your studies to keep 
you mind occupied, but that wasn't enough, was it?  
Your body had cravings that needed to be fulfilled.  
And instead of going to a bar to pick up some poor 
idiot, you decide to advertise yourself to thousands 
of pimps who have to pick up a damn magazine to get 
an erection!"

Natalie could only stare as Nick finished his speech, 
and he began to wonder if she had even heard him.  
Just as he was about to address her again, she slowly 
started making her way to him, keeping her eyes 
trained to his, until she stood only a few inches 
from him

Too quick for even a vampire to see, she clawed him.  
Her hand swung out, her nails catching his cheek, 
scraping all the way across.  When her hand pulled 
away, his own reached up, then drawing back to see 
that she had drew blood.  Within seconds the  vampire 
reared to life, following after its prey as she 
walked toward the elevator.

He caught her as she reached for the handle, yanking 
her arm and spinning her around to face him.  He 
could feel the scars healing, but he did not back 
away from his anger.

"Why the hell did you do that?"

She had started to raise her other hand, but he 
caught it before it had a chance to strike him again.  
He did not realize the pressure he was holding it 
until her saw her start to wince in pain.  Quickly, 
he let her go.  She took advantage of this, her knee 
quickly advancing upon his groin.

The pain was almost unbearable.  Nick doubled over, 
grabbing his crotch as he fell to his knees.  He 
barely heard Natalie laugh as he relished in the 
absence of pain, which had come as quickly as the 
pains appearance.  When he looked up, Natalie was 
gone, the only sound being the squealing of tires in 
the distance.

"That bitch," he muttered as he raised himself up.

"You do have to admit that the young doctor has 
fire," a voice said from behind him.  All Nick could 
do was groan while he turned around to face LaCroix.

"What do you want?" Nick snapped as he attempted to 
walk gracefully towards his master.

LaCroix smiled as he made his way to the kitchen.  As 
he was heading towards the refrigerator, the magazine 
caught his sharp eye.  It was open to the pose that 
his son had fought over with the good doctor.  Before 
Nick could stop him, LaCroix had swept up the 
magazine, giving it a closer inspection.

Nick watched in anger as LaCroix's eyes swept over 
Natalie's vulnerable body, the blue tents now turning 
a slight gold.  The vampire in Nick began to appear, 
brought on by anger.  The vampire in LaCroix began to 
appear, brought on by arousal.  

"Well, Nicholas," LaCroix said, "Had I known the good 
doctor was so alluring, I would have taken her 
myself."

With all the pent up anger behind him, Nick flew 
toward LaCroix.  Anticipating his son's movement, 
LaCroix ascended out of the loft, barely missing 
Nick, his laughter echoing throughout the room.

Panting, Nick stared at the skylight that his master 
had just escaped.  Growling in anger, he made his way 
to the refrigerator, downing a bottle without so much 
as a break.  As he looked down, he noticed the open 
magazine on the counter.  Like a curse, or a gift, it 
was opened to Natalie's picture.  Nick slowly moved 
toward it, his eyes gleaming as they scanned the 
surface of the page.  However, Nick forced himself to 
look deeper, catching the excited glint in Nat's 
crystal-blue eyes.  The anticipation was apparent in 
her posture, her body trying its best to catch the 
attention of the viewer.

Angrily Nick slammed the magazine shut, throwing the 
bottle across the room.  Breathing heavily, Nicked 
headed up the stairs, praying for a rest he knew he 
would not get.

*

The slamming of the door frightened Sidney as Natalie 
stormed into her apartment.  He quickly retreated to 
the bedroom, hiding in the shadows until he could be 
certain that it was safe to come out.  Nat, however, 
did not notice any of this.  All she cared about was 
changing into her nightgown and going to bed.  
However, she knew that she would get no sleep 
tonight.  As she changed into her pajamas, all she 
could think of was the events of the last few hours.  
How dare Nick think she was a slut for posing nude!  
All she did was prove to herself that she could be 
spontaneous, wild, free, and adventurous.  If she 
could do it over again, she would.  In a heartbeat 
she would.

Sighing, Natalie climbed into bed, feeling 
emotionally drained.  She just didn't feel like 
dealing with Nick's 13th century upbringings.  No, 
she never claimed to be a "proper lady."  But she did 
consider herself smart, and one who knew what she 
wanted.  To her, that was a true woman.

With that, she finally drifted off to sleep.

*

It was no secret that Nick was upset the next 
evening.  He had broken several pencils, and dented 
the filing cabinet when he was putting files away.  
Tracy had made sure to stay out of his way, as had 
the rest of the precinct.  Reese, however, could only 
stand so much.  Halfway through the shift, he sent 
Nick home.

As soon as he reached the loft, Nick headed for the 
refrigerator, grabbing the first bottle he could 
reach.  Slowly he made his way to the couch, sipping 
the blood.  He laid on the couch, his eyes closing in 
exhaustion.  Sleep overtook him, giving way to his 
dream.

Nick took in his surroundings.  He appeared to be in 
a black room, no doors or windows visible.  The room 
didn't even appear to have walls, but be an endless 
limbo.  When he looked down at himself, he noticed 
that his attire was a complete contrast.  The white 
jacket. shirt, pants, and even the white shoes 
astounded him, almost blinding him with their purity.  
Nick wondered how a creature of pure evil could even 
bear to wear such clothes.

The sound of footsteps made Nick turn around.  
Another man was approaching him.  This individual was 
obviously made for the room, for his attire consisted 
of black, from the jacket to the shoes.  He continued 
to stride to Nick with confidence and charisma.

When he was a foot within Nick, the man stopped.  It 
was then that Nick noticed the eyes of the other man 
were gold, like the vampires, yet they displayed no 
hunger or rage.  The tips of pearl fangs were visible 
under the lips when the man smiled.  Nick, on the 
other hand, took note of the man's appearance.

It was the mirror image of himself.

"Hello Nick," the creature said, his voice deep and 
alluring.

Nick wasted no time.  "Who are you?"

The other only smiled.  "Oh, come off it, Nick.  I 
believe we both know who I am.  But, if it pleases 
you, you may call me Nicholas."

Nick braved a closer step, eyeing the apparent 
version of himself.  The eyes, the teeth, the smooth 
demur.  It did not take long for Nick to realize who 
exactly he was standing before.

"You are the beast, the vampire," he said without 
hesitation.

Nicholas only answered with a sly grin.  He began to 
walk around Nick in a circle, his eyes never leaving 
him.  Nick refused to follow him, instead staring 
straight ahead.  However, he knew exactly what the 
beast was doing.  It was surrounding its prey, toying 
with it.  For what purpose, Nick did not know.
  
"I am very disappointed in you, Nick," the beast 
stated, coming to a stop before Nick once again.

"Why?" Nick asked as coolly as he could.  The only 
way to find out the vampire's intent was to act as 
uninterested as possible.

Nicholas could only smile, instantly realizing Nick's 
attempt to find out what he wanted.  The cool 
exterior would soon crack with the next few words, 
and the beast was highly looking forward to that.

"I am disappointed that you have stood by and let 
what is mine be viewed by others.  Exposing herself 
to others, to MORTALS, even letting her slip by you, 
all without putting her in her place," Nicholas 
stated.

Nick was angered by the vampire's words, for he knew 
exactly who was being referred to.  "Natalie is not 
property that one can control."

"She is to me.  You see, Nick, you see her for what 
she is, a kind, compassionate mortal.  I see her for 
what she truly wants to be, a passionate, sensuous, 
voluptuous woman.  A true woman who knows what she 
wants.  And do you know what she wants, Nick?"

Before Nick could blink, the vampire was upon him, 
slamming hit against a wall that had not been there 
before.  The gold eyes of the beast were now a 
dangerous shade of red, and bore right into Nick with 
hostility.

"She wants US, Nick.  She wants the love that you can 
offer her, yet craves the sexual ecstasy that I can 
give her.  Do you know how many times you have kept 
me from taking her, Nick?  How many times you had a 
chance to love her, yet turned her down.  I want her, 
and I will no longer allow you to hold me back.  You 
had your chance, now step back, and let me show you 
how it's done."

*

With a jerk, Nick awoke from his dream.  However, he 
knew he was not Nick Knight.  With one slide of his 
tongue, he knew the razors in his mouth were 
extended, his eyes no longer crystal blue, but a 
glamorous gold.  A wicked grin graced his lips as he 
headed upstairs to change.

"Thank you, Nick.  The man can sit back and relax, 
while I have some fun."

An hour later, Nicholas was on the roof, overlooking 
the city.  He could hear many heartbeats, but none 
held the rhythm of the one who desired, and who he 
would have this night.

"Nick Knight played games, never receiving the prize.  
Prepare yourself, Natalie Lambert, for Nicholas 
DeBrabant will not play games, but take what you have 
gladly offered in the past.  Oh, how I cursed Nick 
every time he pushed you away.  So many nights I 
fantasized about you, your body submitting to mine, 
your blood a vent for my pleasure," Nicholas laughed, 
a menacing sound, "No Natalie.  Tonight you will not 
be pushed away, but pulled to me, for my use only."

With that, the vampire flew into the night.

*

Natalie layed on her bed, staring at the ceiling.  
For every two hours she had tried to call Nick, 
getting a call from Tracy about his early departure.  
Each time, she got his machine.  After the tenth 
time, she had given up, assuming he had gone to the 
Raven to sulk.  At last, exhausted from the attempts 
to reach Nick, she went to bed.

The only thing Natalie felt was a slight breeze 
before a hand covered her mouth.  She looked up to 
see Nick hovering over her.  However, it was not the 
Nick that she had grown to know over the years.  The 
man holding her down was not a man, but the very 
essence that the man tried to control.

Nicholas grinned, giving Nat a clear view of his 
extended fangs.  He knew that she was surprised, and 
was wondering what the hell was going on.

"Hello, Natalie.  I'm so sorry that Nick was unable 
to meet with you this evening, but as you can see, he 
was detained.  But don't worry," he continued, his 
mouth now right next to her ear," I'm no so idiotic 
as to deny what is so freely offered."

Though Natalie knew she should have been scared, she 
was not.  When she should have been struggling, she 
was instead shivering, but not in fear.  Her body was 
on fire, arousal burning her insides.  What this dark 
side of Nick wanted, she had no clue, but she was 
willing her life to find out.  One leg ran 
luxuriously up his, causing him to grate his hardness 
into her moist core.  "What is it that you want?" she 
asked softly, her tongue swiftly touching his ear 
before her teeth bit down on his lobe, her tongue now 
attacking  the soft skin in firm strokes.

Nicholas pulled away quickly, grabbing her delicate 
chin in his huge hands.  Gold met blue as he looked 
down upon her, answering, "I am Nicholas DeBrabant, 
and I want you, Natalie.  And I intend on getting 
exactly what I want."  With that, he tore off his 
clothes, buttons flying across the room as his shirt 
and pants landing on the floor next to the door.  He 
stripped down to his silk boxers, giving her a full 
view of his manhood before his mouth plundered hers, 
his tongue fighting savagely for dominance.  With 
rough impatience, his hands tore at her nightgown, 
ripping off her within seconds.  She was now clad in 
only her silk panties, the smooth friction against 
his skin arousing the beast even more.

Natalie, however, had decided that Nicholas was 
having too much fun.  Suddenly, she thrusted her 
upper body up, rubbing her breasts erotically against 
his hard chest.  When he paused his actions to 
release a soft growl, she pounced, flipping them so 
that she was now on top.

Nicholas was startled by the sudden movement.  When 
he looked up at her, she gave him no explanation, but 
instead a wicked grin.  She leaned down, her tongue 
flicking across his lips, then down his neck.  As she 
reached his chest, her devilish tongue made a path to 
his nipple, sucking and biting with such intensity 
that he released a growl of uncontrollable pleasure.  
Nicholas grabbed her hair fiercely, pulling her up to 
meet his demanding mouth.  Again they fought, but 
this time it was not with just their lips and tongue, 
but with their bodies, each rubbing against the 
other, creating a savage seductive friction.  Natalie 
grabbed Nicholas's hands as they ran up her back, 
pinning them above his head.  She broke away brutely, 
gazing at him competitively.

"You may want me, but you have to earn the chance to 
take me, beast," Natalie challenged, moistening her 
lips with her tongue, enjoying the sexual reaction it 
drove from Nicholas.

"I never resist a challenge," Nicholas replied.  He 
thrusted his hips upward, breaking his hands from 
Natalie's grip, instead placing them on her firm 
breasts, jerking them to his mouth.  The strong 
suction of his mouth, the swirling motions of his 
tongue around the nipple, the harsh pleasure of his 
teeth biting hungrily, all caused a volcanic reaction 
from from the graceful woman posed above him.  
Natalie pulled away roughly, causing Nicholas to 
snarl in irritation.  Her nails raked down his chest, 
causing deep red welts, as she made her way down his 
lean body.

At last she reached his immense shaft.  Swiftly, her 
tongue swept the tip before taking a large portion 
into her mouth.  With orgasmic force, her mouth 
sucked, her tongue danced wildly, whipping around his 
shaft in firm strokes.  With each action her erotic 
mouth made, Nicholas came closer to losing all 
control.  Releasing a thunderous snarl, he sat up, 
grabbing Natalie and pinning her once again to the 
bed.  Using an almost violent force, he spread her 
legs, tearing her panties from her body.  Giving her 
one last look of triumph, his hardness plunged into 
her sweet core.

Natalie let out a scream of fulfillment as he entered 
her.  He pounded into her furiously, his thrusts 
displaying his mad desire.  Desperately, she clawed 
his back, her hips reaching up to his, drawing him 
deeper.  Her moans became louder, panting with need 
for orgasm.  Just as he plunged into her body, she 
pulled him into her willing body in wild abandonment.  
She did not need to see him to know that he knew what 
she wanted, and that he planned to give it to her, 
tenfold.

Nicholas could not contain himself.  His fingers dug 
deeply into her hips, pulling her up to meet him.  As 
her body started to buck wildly against him, he 
smiled evilly, the pleasure of his victory running 
throughout his body.  Sensing her approaching climax, 
he quickened his actions.  As the room echoed with 
the sound of her scream, his fangs planted themselves 
with her neck, his last thought stating, "I have won, 
as always."

The end (maybe?)

Well, that's all for now.  Let me know what you 
think, and perhaps give some ideas for a sequel.  
Remember, be gentle.  I tend to respond more to 
gentle criticism than to harsh criticism.  The 
address is <capentine@hotmail.com>