Date: Wed, 01 Jan 1997 05:46:10 -0500 From: kbyrd@sunworks.com Subject: Web Site Story Submission LEGALESE: We all know that Nick and company do not belong to me. They belong to J.P. and company. I just want to play with them a while and I'll return them in better condition than when we last saw them. No copyright infringement is intended. The character of Lisa Curtis and the story itself, however, belong to me. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: My greatest dept of thanks is to my best friend and co-author, Frank Seward. Without his creative genius, this story would never have been written. Thanks also to Marg Yamanaka in Toronto for providing me with an authentic location for the school, and to Cousin Margery Rothschild in Arizona for not letting me mutilate LaCroix's characterization too badly. TIMELINE: This story begins early in the third season and ends ... well, you'll see where. It was also written very early in the third season and before I'd ever seen first or second season. After seeing all episodes, I revised it to keep as close to canon as possible, but sometimes that is difficult, so please forgive any contradiction or character assassination. Also, there is no "case" here, no police action. It's just a little slice of Nick's personal life. BOUND BY BLOOD by Bianca Handley and Frank Seward As the cab pulled up to her destination, Lisa Curtis took a deep breath to fortify her courage, then asked the driver to wait. Stepping out, she glanced briefly at the name over the entrance. "Raven", it proclaimed. She entered the nightclub, stopping a short way inside the door. Her eyes probed the darkness, seeking the familiar form whose movements she had tracked for months. Spotting him, she crossed the room and sat down a few stools away. After ordering a drink, she observed the woman sitting next to him out of the corner of her eye, a pretty woman with short, curly blond hair and extraordinarily sad eyes. She waited patiently, sipping her drink until the other woman had excused herself and wandered off, before approaching and sliding into the vacated seat. She opted for the standard bar-room approach. "Hey, handsome. Buy you a drink?" Before he could refuse, she called to the bartender. "Another sangria. And another round for my friend here." Turning her most winning smile on him, she said, "I've only been in town a short while. I hear this is the hottest spot around." "Well, it does have its moments, the man answered, his long dark locks shimmering in the half-light. "But things aren't always what they seem." The bartender set their refills before them. Being careful not to look him straight in the eye, she raised her glass. "A toast, then," she said, "to the unknown, without which life would be undearably dull." He returned her salute, studying her as if seeking answers to questions he dared not ask. As they drank, her sensitive nose confirmed what she knew his glass held, but she refused to let on. They continued in idle small talk for a moment, then the man said, "I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name. I'm --" "Javier Vachon," she smiled. "I know." His eyes narrowed in sudden suspicion. "Do I know you?" "No," she answered. "But you know a certain detective who calls himself Knight. I'd like to talk with the two of you alone if you'd be so kind as to arrange a meeting." Vachon's expression became unreadable, his whole attitude a closed book. "Sorry. I don't know who you're talking about." Suddenly she stood beside him, so close he could feel the heat from her body. Her voice came in a fierce whisper, pitched for his ears alone. "I don't have time for games," she hissed. "I know what you are and I know what he is. Now if the two of you don't meet me here tomorrow night, I'll make sure the whole world knows, too." With that she turned and nearly ran from the club, jumping into the waiting cab before Vachon could stop her. She leaned back against the seat and tried to catch her breath. A faint smile curved her lips as she recalled her idle threat. She had no intentionn of betraying Vachon, but of course he could not know this, and if it brought her the meeting she desired, the lie was at least understandable. Inside, Vachon sat motionless as he mentally reviewed his options. Though he was not one given to panic, this unknown woman and her cryptic words sent a coil of real fear through him. He sighed, rose, and went to the phones. Several hours later, Nick Knight listened quietly as Vachon detailed his earlier meeting. Then he said, "She mentioned us both by name. Is it possible she's somehow connected with the rumors we've heard lately?" "If so, why would she risk such a direct approach? She obviously got her information somewhere, but I don't know who she is or how she got it," Vachon said in frustration. "So what do you suggest we do?" his companion asked. Vachon turned to stare at Nick with blank eyes. "I don't know," he admitted. "Meet with her, I guess. Find out how much she knows and what she's up to. Maybe we can at least talk her into keeping quiet." "It does seem to be our only choice," Nick agreed. "She wants to meet at the club tomorrow? Interesting; that's my one night off. How convenient." Vachon struggled again to keep his suspicion in check. "Convenience -- or contrivance?" **************** Early the following night, Lisa watched the entrance of the Raven from a spot she knew was so well concealed that not even vampire eyes could see her. She saw Nick and Vachon enter and waited the better part of an hour to be sure they had not been followed or set a trap. She reached for her cell phone and made the call. When she heard Vachon's voice, she said, "There's a school three blocks northwest of you on Phoebe Street. Meet me there in ten minutes." They were waiting when she arrived. Approaching, she said, "Thank you for coming. My name is Lisa Curtis. I'm sorry for the cloak-and-dagger routine, but you understand I had to make sure this would be a private meeting." With his patience nearing its end, Vachon was in no mood for pleasantries. "You got us here. Now what do you want?" Lisa's smile faded. "I'll come straight to the point. I want to be brought across and I want one of you to do it." *************************** End of Part 1 *************************** "Absolutely not," Vachon scoffed. "If that's what you're after, you're wasting your time." "Out of the question," agreed Nick. "You don't know what you're asking. Neither of us will condemn another." They turned to leave, but Lisa called to them, "Fine. Then I'll ask someone else. I'm sure LaCroix would be happy to oblige." Vachon and Nick looked at each other, something akin to telepathy passing between them, and turned back to her. "I'm determined to do this," Lisa said. "I'd rather it be by one of you two, but if you refuse I won't give up. Even if I have to ask someone else or leave myself open prey." "Why?" Nick demanded. "At least tell us why you'd want to do such a thing! Do you have *any idea* of the living hell you'd be left with?" "My reasons are personal, but I assure you they're valid. And I know enough to know what I want. The rest I can learn," answered Lisa. Her voice softened, became pleading. "Don't you understand? I don't see it as condemnation *or* some romantic fantasy. I know the drawbacks and what I'd be giving up. I also know what I'd be gaining and to me it's worth the price. Please; I want this more than I've ever wanted anything. Please don't deny me." "And what would you do with this life if you had it?" Vachon asked. Lisa could not suppress a burst of choked laughter. "I wouldn't become a raging killing machine, if that's what you're thinking. Like you, I have a deep respect for life. That's why I sought you out." Vachon exchanged another long look with Nick, then said to her, "Excuse us," as he pulled Nick away. Out of earshot, he said, "I think our hand is being forced, my friend. She won't look us in the eye, so we can't make her forget. We could take off right now or tell her no. But then she could find another or blow the cover for all our kind." "Are you out of your mind?" Nick responded. "You can't seriously be considering this!" "We've got to do something," Vachon insisted. "Think, Knight! How does she know our names - our terms? She could betray us all if she wanted to, but she's risking her life to join us. Why? If she makes herself open prey like she said, she'll probably be killed - if the Enforcers didn't get to her first - and we'd be just as responsible." "I don't like it anymore than you do, but we can't do this," said Nick. "I think she's bluffing. Let's just keep an eye on her and see what happens." They walked back to Lisa and Nick gave her their decision. "We don't think this is a good idea. Forget about it and go home." "So that's it then," she sighed. "Very well. I'll see you guys around at the club." Silently, they watched her go. Lisa stormed into her apartment, slamming the door so hard it rattled the pictures on the walls. Furiously, she paced the room until her anger cooled, then left for the Raven again. No way was she giving up now. ***** The next evening, Vachon arrived at the club and was about to order when his acute ears picked up a disturbing conversation. He listened for a few moments, then left quickly. In minutes he was at the station, catching Nick alone. "Remember Lisa? Well, I just heard that she's meeting LaCroix tonight. He's supposed to bring her across." "When and where?" Nick asked tensely. "At the schoolyard in an hour. Let's go." "Wait. I have to give Tracy some excuse." "All right; I'll meet you outside. Just hurry." Their conversation continued as they became airborne. "There's only one way to stop this - you know that, don't you?" Vachon asked. "Yes," said Nick. "I'm against it in principle, but apparently she's not going to give up, and I know LaCroix won't. I suppose you should do it." "No! Between the two of us, it'll have to be you," Vachon said forcefully. "I'll be her teacher if you want; I have more time and less commitment, but you'll have to bring her over." "I can't," Nick protested. "I swore I'd never..." "Damn it, Knight! For your information, I haven't fed tonight yet. I'm not sure I could keep control. I might kill her and I refuse to have that on my head. It has to be you!" exploded Vachon. "And how do you know *I* could control? It's been a long time since I've tasted human blood." "You stand a better chance than I do," Vachon countered. "Besides, according to our Law, since LaCroix is your master, if you become hers then he can't touch her - remember? Or would you rather let him have her? He'll kill her, you know." Nick's eyes locked with Vachon's, then he nodded in understanding. It was the lesser of two evils. "All right, then. But remember, I'm counting on you to make sure I don't lose control either." Lisa heard a noise and turned to see Nick and Vachon land a short distance away. Nick started toward her. "Lisa, what's going on? You can't be serious about doing this." "I'm very serious. I told you I'd find a way, with or without you," she answered. Vachon spoke up. "You also said you'd rather Knight or I do it. Is that still true?" "I take it then you've decided to grant my request?" Lisa returned question for question. Nick did not answer her directly, but simply said, "Walk with us." *************************** End of Part 2 *************************** Flanked on either side, Lisa left the school grounds and moved up the street. They walked silently for a time until they came to a block of deserted warehouse buildings. Stopping at the entrance of an alley, Nick turned to her. "Prove to me this is really what you want," he said, his doubt and reluctance clear in his voice. Lisa wondered for a moment how to convince him, then slowly tilted her head far to one side, baring her neck, offering her full submission. "Do it now. Please," she whispered. Nick's eyes glowed an unearthly hue as he allowed his dark hunger to rise. "This will of necessity be quick and painful. Don't be afraid." Then like a flash he was on her, drinking as he had not drunk in what seemed like ages. The first drops hit his tongue and he knew .... knew her strength and her pain .... knew what had driven her to seek them out .... knew the lengths she'd go to achieve her purpose. He gulped down great mouthfuls; her life essance filling him, singing through his veins and clouding his mind with an ecstacy he had not known in far too long. Lisa cried out as she felt his teeth pierce her flesh. The bite was pure agony, spreading like fire to destroy her. Her hands closed in a death-grip on his shoulders. The instinct to struggle was thwarted by Nick's arms, closed like bands of iron around her waist and across her back. Slowly, the pain faded into a pleasure just as intense. Warmth and desire coursed through her. She wanted him .... wanted to be possessed by him in every way possible. She gave an involuntary moan and pressed even closer to him, for a moment not caring if he drained her .... she'd die content in his arms, her quest forgotten. Dimly, she was aware of Vachon at her side, stroking her hair as he murmured soothing words. The few minutes seemed like an eternity. Finally, her muscles grew slack and she slumped unconscious. Vachon laid his other hand on Nick's arm. "Steady, Knight. Take care," he reminded. Nick raised his head. Craddling the limp form in one arm, he bit lightly into his own wrist and allowed a few drops to seep into her mouth. Not enough to bind her into slavery, as LaCroix had done to him, but enough to ensure her transition. As he came back to himself, a look of self-loathing and revulsion at what he'd done filled his eyes. Scooping Lisa up, he carried her into the alley, Vachon close on his heels. Nick settled her as comfortably as possible, then rose to face Vachon. "This was wrong," he said bitterly. "We should have found another way." "It's done now. I know it wasn't easy for you, but you can't beat yourself up over it. She made her choice; don't let it tear you apart. You did what you had to do," Vachon told him. Nick looked at Vachon gratefully, but found no release from the guilt that was threatening to drown him. How could he have done this thing? What insanity had possessed him to condemn this stranger/daughter to an eternity of darkness? He glanced down at Lisa, then back at Vachon. "Take care of her. Teach her well." "I will," Vachon responded, then added gently, "But she's your responsibility, too. I'll do what I can, but she's going to need her 'father' as well." "Yes, I know. I'll be around for her as much as possible. I'll see you soon," Nick said before he took to the air. Vachon sat down beside Lisa and gently positioned her head in his lap. Carefully, he wiped away the thin trail of blood that still trickled from the wound on her neck. He almost licked it off his fingers, but instead wiped them firmly on his pants. He still had not fed, but he would wait. *************************** End of Part 3 *************************** Some time later, Lisa stirred and moaned softly. As her eyes flickered open, Vachon saw the supernatural light gleaming in them. He petted her hair again, saying quietly, "It's all right. It's done. You're one of us now." Lisa sat up slowly, then began shivering. Suddenly she doubled over, clutching her stomach as an unfamiliar sensation ripped through her insides. "I'm cold .." she gritted through clenched teeth. "... and I'm hungry." She looked up at him; wild-eyed, on the brink of losing control. Vachon slipped his leather jacket off and laid it across her shoulders, knowing it wouldn't do much actual good, but hoping it would provide some psycological benefit. He rubbed her upper arms, restraining as well as comforting her. "I know it's confusing, but you've got to listen to me. The drop in body temperature is normal - you'll get used to it in time. As for the Hunger, we need to go back to the club. The sooner you feed, the better. But you've got to control; push it down for now. You can't risk being seen like this." Lisa closed her eyes. By some massive effort of will that she didn't fully understand, when she opened them again, they were their normal clear shade. "You passed lesson one ... very good," Vachon smiled as he stood. He brushed himself off and reached down to help Lisa to her feet. She accepted his hand and rose, gazing in wonder at the night around her. "Where's Nick?" she asked. "He had to leave," Vachon replied. "What you asked of us was very hard on him. You wanted to become what he cannot bear to be." Hanging her head, Lisa said, "I'm sorry. I know something of what he's been through. I had thought you'd be the one to do it. But will I see him again? I'd really like to thank him." "Oh, you'll see him again," Vachon told her, but said no more on the subject. "In the meantime, he wants you to stay with me -- for me to teach you. By the way, you must tell me how you knew so much about Knight and me," he said as he headed toward the street. Lisa gave a mysterious smile. "I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours." Then she happily, willingly, followed her teacher out of the alley and into her new life. Vachon walked her back to her car, which was parked behind the Raven, and told her in no uncertain terms to _stay_ _put_ before going inside. As he approached, the bartender said, "Back again, I see. Are you ready now?" "Yes," replied Vachon. "But I can't stay. Just give me a case." "Hungry, are we?" the bartender laughed. Vachon chose not to answer as he glanced around in a seemingly casual manner. "Where's LaCroix?" "Don't know. He left earlier but came back in a really foul mood. I haven't seen him since." He returned to the car and gave Lisa her first bottle. She finished it quickly, then another, desparate to ease her burning hunger. Then he said, "We should go by your place. I want you to pack enough things for about a week. I stay at an old abandoned church; there's plenty of room." "What are you talking about?" Lisa asked. "I hadn't planned on setting up house with anyone." Vachon gave her a wry look. "Relax, it's only temporary. As your teacher I'm responsible not only for your education, but also for protecting you from those of us who might try to take advantage of your newness. I can do that better if I'm with you constantly until you know enough to function on your own. Besides, your place isn't sun-proof, is it?" Lisa saw the sense of his words and proceeded to do as he'd instructed. As they rode, Vachon took only seconds to finish off his own meal. He had waited almost too long. After a brief stop at Lisa's home, they arrived at the church and shared another bottle between them. She got herself settled in, then Vachon said, "Now that you got what you wanted, I think it's time for some explanations." "You're right," she agreed. She took a deep breath and began. *************************** End of Part 4 *************************** "I'm looking for my brother, Ray ... he's missing. He's a reporter for the city paper. After the meteor scare last year, he told me he was going to be working on a story that could be dangerous. He started giving me packets he told me not to open, but save in case something happened to him. We kept in touch, but he'd never tell me what he was working on. Then about two months ago, the calls stopped. I called the paper, but nobody knew where he was. I couldn't reach him at home and when I filed a missing persons report, the police couldn't find him either. Finally I opened the packets, searching for some clue, but couldn't believe what I found. He'd been working on an expose on vampires. The first part of his notes had the usual historical facts and mythology, but he'd also found things that made him believe vampires really existed; starting with some dead bodies with strange puncture wounds during the riots last year. He'd started writing about people, places, events, the structure of vampire society, in such detail that it couldn't be anything *but* real. I got really scared. I didn't know if he'd lost his mind or was actually on to something. I followed the trail he left by his notes and became convinced he was right. That's how I found the Raven and you. Watch! ! ing you for a while, I saw that you and Nick were friends. When I found out Nick was a cop, I hoped he could help find Ray. I wanted to be brought over so I could try to find him before another vampire did and before he could publish the story. His interest was purely professional, but he was putting people in danger for no good reason and I knew he'd never betray me. That's when I came to talk to you." Several things became clearer to Vachon as he listened to Lisa's story, and he didn't like what it added up to, but he decided to say nothing until he was sure of his facts. Aloud he said only, "I'll talk to Knight about this. Maybe we can help. Meanwhile, we should begin your lessons." They spent the short remainder of the night with Vachon instructing her verbally in the areas he could: the Law and structure of their society; rules and taboos of interaction with other vampires; how to recognize the sensing of those like herself; how to find clubs in other towns; how and where she might safely conceal herself if she was caught away from home near dawn; how to live among mortals without arousing suspicion; how to create a new identity and cover her tracks when the times came to move on. On meeting Nick the following night, Vachon told him, "What we've been hearing is probably more fact than rumor. I think we should help her out on this." "If it's true that a mortal was asking too many questions and one of us was going to 'take care of it', then both worlds could be in danger. I'll do what I can," Nick said. "Oh, if you see LaCroix, tell him I want to talk to him." ******* In the nights that followed, Vachon made a point of keeping Lisa out of the Raven until he felt she could hold her own. He brought the bottles to her and coached her in the necessary physical skills; how to use her newly heightened senses of sight and hearing, how to fly; how to control the involuntary emergence of the fangs under stress; how to use her hypnotic ability. One night was spent sun-proofing Lisa's apartment. Another night when they rose, Vachon told her, "Tonight's lesson is one I think Knight would rather I not teach you, but for your own sake you should know. Someday you might be in a situation where you are forced to rely on the baser side of your nature and have no choice but to hunt." "You're kidding, right? I told you before ... I'm no killer," Lisa said. "You'd better understand that vampires *are killers*," Vachon told her firmly. "Nowadays it's easier to avoid, with the clubs and all. But think about it; while we don't kill the animals whose blood we drink every night, someone does. This is just a matter of finding it yourself. If it came down to it, would you rather feed or endanger mortals by starving?" When Lisa had no answer, Vachon knew she would comply. "It's a part of your nature you need to accept and learn how to deal with," he sympathized. "Come. Let's do this quickly, then we'll go see Knight." Lisa brightened visibly and they took to the air. Vachon let her choose the way and they soared freely until Lisa spotted some cats by a dumpster. Diving, she grabbed one at random, then shot skyward again, the feline yowling in her hands. Vachon guided them to a rooftop and showed her where to set her teeth to draw the blood most quickly. Lisa followed his instructions and as the fresh, warm blood coursed down her throat, she felt the thrill of a compulsion she'd not thought possible. Intoxicated, driven, she drank till the small heart stopped, then flung the lifeless form aside. Frightened, she looked at Vachon, shocked as the magnitude of her decision fully hit home for the first time. Vachon understood as only another vampire possibly could. "Yes. To defeat an enemy, you must first know it. That is what you are. That is what you must control. It's the hardest lesson, but the most important." Lisa nodded her understanding. She still did not regret her choice, but was now even more determined not to let evil control her. "Well, let's go on to more pleasant things. Knight is waiting," Vachon said, preparing to leave. Lisa followed quickly, thankful for the lesson, and thankful to leave. *************************** End of Part 5 *************************** They found Nick waiting for them at a small table. As they joined him, Vachon asked, "Have you been able to find LaCroix?" "Yes, I finally caught up with him. I'm told he'll be able to see me in a few minutes. And how's our newest member?" Nick said as he turned to Lisa. "I'm fine. I've had a good teacher," Lisa answered, flashing a smile at Vachon before growing serious. "Look-uh, I'm not really sure how to say this. I know you didn't want to do what you did for me, but please believe me when I say I'm truly grateful. Thank you - I mean it." Nick nodded gravely. "I understand why you wanted it. I'm sure Vachon has explained how we know the essance of those we drink from. You're trying to do the right thing here, but you've chosen a hard path to do it. I hope you'll always be content with what you are." Before they could continue, a server approached, setting out a bottle and three glasses for them. "LaCroix can see you now. If you'll follow me," he said to Nick. "Of course. Excuse me," Nick nodded to the other two. "This shouldn't take long." Vachon and Lisa filled their glasses and waited for him as the server escorted Nick to LaCroix's private office. Nick was thrown across the room and slammed into the wall. He tried to shake off the dizziness, twisting aside at the last second to avoid another onslaught. "Why?" LaCroix roared. "She was mine, Nicholas. She came to me!" "She came to me first and I gave her what she wanted," Nick shot back. "Not before refusing her! You stole her from me," countered LaCroix. Realizing a strong offence was necessary, Nick flung himself at LaCroix and locked with him. They circled each other, fangs bared. "Be that as it may, it's done and the Law is the Law - you can't harm her now." He released LaCroix, using his supernatural speed to put distance between them. Suddenly the tension defused and they were able to talk rationally. "I didn't come here to fight you," Nick said. "I need your help. She's looking for her brother and I think he's connected with the rumors that were going around. Have you heard anything more about it?" "You mean that pathetic, nosey mortal who was snooping around? I took care of him weeks ago," LaCroix sneered, anger still sparking his words. Nick controlled himself only with great effort. "You're saying you killed him?" he breathed. "What did you do with him?" "You know the rules, Nicholas; bodies are not to be found - ever," LaCroix laughed wickedly. Nick returned to the table, filling his glass and downing it instantly. He was shaken by this revalation and would not discuss his meeting with LaCroix. Unsure of what to tell Lisa, made the rest of their visit a social one, leaving as early as was polite. ********** Vachon continued Lisa's training and Nick, not sure LaCroix hadn't lied to him, put out quiet feelers, seeking information on a curious mortal or his remains. Several nights passed with no luck, until one night Screed came to him. "I 'ear you're lookin' for a mortal - the brother o' one o' us. Well, I 'appened to find somethin' in a remote section o' the tunnels, I did. Thought you might be interested." He handed Nick two items, a wallet and a laminated card. Nick opened the wallet and studied the drivers license. The name and description matched what Lisa had told him. Sighing in resignation, he glanced at the card. It was a job ID, a standard press pass. "Thanks, Screed," Nick said. "At least this is something solid to go on. Where in the tunnels did you find it? Will you take me there?" "Oh, but wait! There's more." Screed was nearly beside himself as he told the rest. ********** It was one of the hardest things Nick had ever done, but he knew he could put it off no longer. He contacted Vachon and arranged to meet them right away. He wanted to be anywhere else as he faced her, but forced himself to speak. "These were found and given to me. They're his, aren't they?" he said, handing her the items. Lisa barely had to glance to know they were indeed her brother's. "Yes. Who found them? Where's my brother?" "Screed found them - in the tunnels underground." Nick stepped closer, laying a hand on her shoulder. "I'm - I'm so sorry, Lisa, but your brother is dead." Her eyes closed and a sob escaped her lips. "No! Not that!" She wavered for a moment, but as Vachon moved to steady her, she seemed to recover. Nick saw stark grief as she opened her eyes. "Where is he? Please take me to him. I want to see him." She moved toward the door, but Nick held her back. "Wait, Lisa. That's not all of it." Nick guided her to a chair and gently pushed her into it. Kneeling to meet her eyes, he took her hand in his, trying to soften the blow. "Before he died, he was ... brought across. He died as one of us." Lisa felt her world spinning; felt herself walk the edge of sanity. "Who made him?" she groaned. "Who killed him?" "I'm not sure," Nick evaded, wishing fervently he could take away her pain. Suddenly Lisa stood, her grief replaced by a rage that fairly crackled around her. "Take me to him! Now!" she demanded. "I must see him. I have to say good-bye." "Don't do this, Lisa. Let Screed and I take care of him," pleaded Nick. "You don't have to see this. Remember him as he was." "Damn it, he was my brother and I'll find him if I have to search those tunnels myself!" Knowing the depth of her grief and her strength of will, Nick decided not to argue. "All right, come on. Screed's waiting for me at the Rosemont entrance." As they turned to go, Nick motioned for Vachon to follow. They followed Screed down into the tunnels. Down to a darkness so deep it was scarcely penetrated by the torches they carried. Screed stopped as they turned a corner and he pointed to a spot about ten feet away. Lisa walked slowly forward, then dropped to her knees as another sob choked her. Before her was something no mortal or immortal should have to see. Nick had been right in saying Ray died as a vampire. And as such, he had died horribly. His dried, broken body was twisted, frozen in the grotesque contortions of his death struggle. Sightless eyes startd up at nothing. His mouth was open in a silent scream, the fangs exposed. Claw-like hands clutched at his chest, where Lisa saw the stake still protruding. Whimpering, she closed her fingers around it and tugged until it came free. Throwing it aside, she heard it clatter against something that was not stone or metal. She crawled over to investigate, hands feeling in the darkness. Finding something she recognized by touch, she rose and walked back to Nick. Blood-tinged tears slid down her face as she pressed it into his hand. It was her brother's personal recorder, which had apparently been thrown clear in his freefall from the street. The outer casing was mangled but the tape inside was still intact. Nick handed the tape to Vachon, saying, "Take her home and wait for me. I'll be there soon." Vachon nodded and put his arm around Lisa's shoulders to lead her away. When they had gone, Nick and Screed set to the unpleasant task of burying one of their own. When Nick arrived, Vachon met him at the door. "I'm worried about her, Knight," he whispered. "She won't feed, she won't talk." Nick looked at Lisa, who sat silently, lost in her grief. "It's always hard to lose someone you love. I'm sorry it had to happen so soon for her." Putting the tape into a working player, Nick rewound it fully and pushed the play button. Hearing Ray's voice, Lisa seemed to become more aware. In what was obviously a recorded continuation of his notes, Ray spoke of further research. Then came the words that confirmed Nick's suspicions. Ray stated a date that was two days after his previous entry, followed by, "I know what has happened to me, but it's too incredible to believe. Two nights ago, I was bitten by a true vampire. I passed out and when I woke up, I found myself wrapped in a tarp, lying in a trunk in an auto graveyard. I got free, thankful to be alive. I didn't think I might have been changed ... I thought that required my participation in some ritual. I was hungry when I got home, but I couldn't keep anything down. It felt like some force was driving me to go outside. When I opened the door, my skin started to smoke and blister. That's when I knew. I thought 'My God! This can't be happening. Here I am - undeniable proof!' But who would believe it? Would I be hunted down and killed as people have done for centuries out of ignorance and fear? So I was trapped in the house all day and scared out of my mind. By nightfall I was starved and took the first thing I saw that moved - a homeless man that crossed my path. I didn't want to kill, but I couldn't stop myself. I was too scared to go to the Raven. I wasn't sure what they might do to a brand-new orphaned vampire who didn't know anything. I slept a little today, but I can't go on like this. I've spent months studying this race and now that I am one, I realize I know nothing about them. I'm going to the Raven tonight, whatever the risk. I don't know the one who attacked me - he was a tall man with crew-cut hair - but maybe someone there can help me find him or at least tell me how I'm supposed to deal with what I am. If only I could ..." The sentence broke off suddenly and the trio heard a loud crash, then another, as of a door being kicked in. "What the --" Ray's voice came again, fearful this time. "Tony, what are you doing?" There was a slight pause, then full-blown terror. "No, Tony, don't! Wait - you don't understand! They're not all bad. Tony, NO!!" "Die, fiend!" screamed an unknown voice, followed by the sounds of a scuffle, a steady pounding, and an unearthly shriek that went on ... and on ... and on. Nick moved quickly to shut off the tape. They had heard quite enough. Lisa had as good as witnessed her brother's death. She sat white-faced and shaking. "Ray!" she whispered. Nick and Vachon moved to comfort her. Vachon felt incapable of words. But Lisa had spoken for the first time since learning of Ray's fate and Vachon felt he had to somehow catch that thread and draw her back to awareness. "Lisa," he began softly. But she was gone again, lost in that near catatonic state. Her eyes glittered with madness, with some terrible pain that could not be released or endured. Nick was certain Lisa's very sanity hung in the balance. He knew the world would not be safe if the fragile control she held over her new vampiric nature was broken. He crouched beside her chair. "Hold on, Lisa," he implored. "Don't let us lose you, too. Hold on." Lisa shuddered and reached for the comforting touch being offered by the two now closest to her. "Thank you, Nicholas," she said very deliberately. Suddenly her eyes blazed with a fury that shocked the men. She stood, clasping her hands behind her. "I shall have to 'hold on', my friends. My brother has been murdered and those responsible _will pay_! *LaCroix* will pay!" She bolted out the door, ignoring her mentors. But they were right behind her, Nick pausing only long enough to grab the tape. They were not about to let her face LaCroix alone. *************************** End of Part 6 *************************** Lisa flew as if possessed. Despite their greater experience, the men were hard pressed to keep up as she headed to the Raven. Entering, she passed quickly through the crowd, following the path she had seen Nick take to LaCroix's office. LaCroix stood as Lisa barged through the door with her companions behind her. "You bastard!" My brother would still be alive if it weren't for you," she snarled, making no effort to hide her fangs. "Why did you leave him? Would you have done the same to me? And to think I asked you for help!" LaCroix looked at Nick coldly. "What is this about? I thought we agreed she was not to know it was I who killed him." Nick held up the tape for him to see. "Newsflash, LaCroix; you didn't finish the job. You brought him across and left him alone. He was tracked and killed by a mortal. Easy prey, with no teacher." "You have broken our Law," Vachon grated through clenched teeth. "You're responsible for the death of one you made. And you've hurt this one made by Knight. Surely you know the penalties for these crimes?" But LaCroix would not be so easily beaten. "I'm guilty of neither. My attack was a killing one, and she was made after the fact. Even if I were, am I the only one ever to have broken the Law?" he asked, his gaze knifing through Nick. Nick looked away, unable to meet LaCroix's eyes as he painfully recalled his own shameful attempt to kill his master. He could have paid dearly for his foolishness; there were few capital crimes among their kind, but that was one. But LaCroix, and even Jeanette, had told no one about the incident and it had never been openly spoken of ... until now. Vachon was in no mood for games. "Whether you meant to or not, you brought him across. Now he's dead because he had no one to help him. Shall we bring the Enforcers in on this, or will you accept the injured one's judgment according to our Law?" "Oh, very well. I'll accept her petty judgment." LaCroix waved a dismissive hand at Lisa. Before he could blink, Lisa's hands were at his throat, shoving him against the wall. "I may be a new-born fledgling without the strength to fight you, but don't underestimate my love for my brother. Look to your life, LaCroix, for I will have it in exchange for his," she warned him. LaCroix looked down at the infant vampire, then across to his son. His lips twisted in a parody of a smile. "I suggest you teach your insolent whelp some manners," he said, his anger and derision clear in his tone. Nick was already moving toward her. He took her wrists and gently but firmly pulled her hands from where they were fisted in LaCroix's clothes. "This *will not* do, Lisa," he rebuked sharply. "Come on; there's nothing more you can do here now." He steered her back to the lounge, grabbing a bottle along the way. Sitting her at a table, he shoved it toward her. "Drink," he orderd. "You have to keep your strength up." She obeyed. Stealing a glance at his eyes, she saw the anger still smoldering there and cringed under the disapproval. "I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry, Master," she said, unconsciously using the title for the first time since her conversion. "You don't have to call me that," Nick replied, putting aside his anger. "Nick will do ... or Nicholas. I don't blame you for what you did, but you can't go up against LaCroix like that. He's the oldest among us here in this town and you must show respect. I know you're hurting, but nothing you do to him is going to bring your brother back. Vachon taught you our Law; you know it's your right to pass sentence on him. You also know the same Law that protects you from him also holds me to him. He is my master as I am yours. I despise what he did as much as you do, but I'm bound to protect his life any way I can. If you go after him, that would set you and I against each other. I don't want that and I don't think you do either." Lisa wasn't convinced. "All this talk about the Law! Why hold to something you don't even want to be a part of? You're a cop, damn it! What about the human law that says murderers must be punished?" "I can't help what he did to me," Nick told her sadly "Our kind live among humans, but we're outcasts - hated and feared.. We must hold to the Law; it's all we have. Vachon had watched this exchange with quiet interest. Now he spoke up. "He's right, Lisa. This is a complicated situation and I think your grief has blinded you. If you go to the police, what would you tell them - that your brother was tracking vampires and then died as one? This is something our community must handle and the Law gives you that right. Judge LaCroix how you will; but if you want justice, find the one who really killed your brother." "You said one of the reasons you wanted to join us was to stop Ray from publishing his story. That tells me you want to protect all of us," Nick jumped back in the conversation. "This other man, this 'Tony', is still out there and if he went after your brother, he'll probably come after more of us. Do you have any idea who he is?" "Yes!" Lisa gasped, suddenly realizing she *did* know. "Antonio Garcia! He's a friend of Ray's that I went out with a few times. He works at the paper too. That must be how he found out about all this - following one step behind on the story without Ray knowing." "But now he's hit a dead end," Vachon countered to Nick. "He couldn't have known about the tape. Ray must have slipped it in his pocket just as Tony came in. And unless he had copies, Lisa's got all his notes. So Tony can't prove anything. How much danger can he be?" "More than you'd expect," Lisa answered. "Nicholas is right, whatever Tony has or doesn't have, he knows too much. Reporters are a tenacious bunch. He won't give up and more of us will be in danger. I know he didn't mean to, but Ray started this trouble and now it's up to me as his sister to stop it." "That's very admirable of you," Nick said. "But you've been through an awful lot tonight and it's nearly sunrise. Please; go get some rest and we'll talk more about this later." Later that morning, alone in the silence of her room at the church, Lisa cried long and hard. She wept bitterly, mourning for her own loss, for Ray himself, and for the hideous way he had died. In the other room, Vachon's keen ears heard her easily and though his heart went out to her, he remained still. He knew there was a time for comforting someone who was grieving, and a time to let them work through that grief themselves. Finally, her tears spent, Lisa lay awake thinking. Mentally she reviewed their conversation, trying to balance what her master and her teacher had told her against what her emotions told her, against what her personal convictions told her. A plan slowly formed in her mind and at last she drifted off to a troubled sleep. *************************** End of Part 7 *************************** "I've taught you all I can," Vachon told her the next evening. "It's time for the student to leave. But perhaps the friend will stay? At least for a while, until you've had a chance to adjust to your loss." "You mean you want to keep an eye on me to make sure I don't go ballistic or insane," Lisa guessed. "Partly," Vachon admitted. "But mostly I think you should be around friends right now. It wouldn't be good for you to be by yourself." Lisa accepted his offer gratefully. She really didn't want to be alone either. Seeing Nick at the club later, she asked him to arrange another meeting with LaCroix. When he was able to see them, she told him, "Nicholas has asked me to spare your life and it's only for his sake that I will. But you will help me stop this senseless war that's begun and that includes your solemn oath not to attack mortals if they get too close to the truth." "I only attacked your brother because I was trying to protect all of us," LaCroix answered. "I regret that he's dead. He wouldn't be if I'd known I left him alive." For a moment Lisa felt the pain and anger rise in her again. "Why couldn't you have deliberately brought him across? Wouldn't that have bought his silence? Now another mortal may come for more of us. Then more of us will hunt more of them and where will it end? I'm telling you it ends *now*. There will be peace!" LaCroix had no choice but to accept her terms and gave his word as she demanded. Then she told him the rest of her plan. They spoke to Vachon, too, and he quickly agreed to help. "My master would have approved," he said, looking at her fondly. "I haven't told you this before, but you remind me very much of her. But frankly I'm surprised LaCroix agreed to it. It just doesn't seem like him." "It was Lisa's judgment on him, so he didn't have a choice," Nick replied. "And I'm not making excuses for him, but he knows what he did was wrong and in his own way he's trying to make up for it. I guess it just proves that there's some good in everybody, even if you have to look harder to find it." ********** "Hello?" the man answered the phone. "Tony? Hi, it's Lisa. How've you been?" "Fine. How about you? Have you found out anything more about Ray?" "No, not since I talked to you last," Lisa lied. "I'm still looking though. But listen, the reason I called is because I'm having a dinner party the day after tomorrow and I was hoping you could show up as my date. It's not going to be a big deal, just a little get-together with some friends." "Well, I don't know," Tony said, checking his calendar. "I've got a pretty full day. What time is it?" "About 8:00. I'd really like to see you again. Please say yes." "All right, 8:00 it is. I'll see you then." Tony hung up, unaware of what he'd just gotten himself into or what was still to come. Tony arrived on schedule and Lisa quickly locked the door behind him, preparing for their contingency plan in case he recognized any of them. Fortunately, he didn't seem to and it was a performance worthy of Broadway as introductions were made all around. Tony sniffed the air questioningly. "I thought this was a dinner party. Nothing's cooking?" "A last minute change of plans. We're going out. I hope you don't mind," Lisa answered smoothly. "We're still waiting for our dates; they're late as usual," Nick added. "Won't you join us for a drink while we wait." He handed Tony a glass of liquid that looked exactly like theirs. Tony had no way of knowing the contents were quite different. Lisa steered Tony to sit on the couch. "So, how are you? Have you heard anything else about Ray?" "No," Tony told her. "I keep calling. I even went to his house once, but so far ... nothing." "You went to his house?" Lisa repeated, her eyes boring into his as she engaged the hypnotic technique Vachon had taught her. "What happened when you went there?" Compelled to honesty, Tony began to speak. "You're not going to believe this. He'd been working on a story about vampires and he found out they really exist. I tailed him all the time and a few months ago I saw him get killed by one. I went back the next night to try to find his notes, but just as I got there I saw him leaving. That's when I realized he'd been turned into one. So I went back the night after that and killed him. I dumped his body down the sewer." Lisa continued her hold on him. "Ray was a good man, Tony. Did you have to kill him? Couldn't you have just let him be?" "No!" Tony said forcefully. "The world doesn't need demon-spawn like them. He didn't deserve to live." "And did you tell anyone else about this?" "Who would I tell? Nobody would believe me. But there's more of them out there. I haven't found them yet, but I will and I'll kill them too." "I see," Lisa said sadly, nodding to LaCroix in confirmation. "Well, I'm glad you told me this. Now, when I finish speaking you will wake up and remember every word you've said." Released to his own senses, Tony's eyes grew wide and he scrambled backwards on the couch. "Lisa, wait! I didn't mean..." "Don't!" Lisa caught his arm, holding him with her greater strength. "I understood everything you said. And guess what, you're right - vampires really *do* exist!" She smiled slightly, allowing just the tips of her teeth to glint between her parted lips. Tony jumped to his feet and Nick, Vachon, and LaCroix moved quickly to surround him. "My God, Lisa! What's happened to you? What's going on here?" he babbled, looking around fearfully. As he glanced at each of them in turn, the men opened their mouths wide, revealing themselves to be what they were. A dark spot spread across the front of Tony's pants and he fell to his knees, sobbing in terror. "Please don't kill me! Oh, God! Please ... please!" LaCroix jerked him up, forcing him into an armlock as he pulled his head back by the hair. "You miserable, snivelling excuse for a man! Do you know who made Ray into a vampire? It was me! In our society, that makes him my child -- and you killed him. Now, shall you pay with your own life or shall I take you in his place?" "No ... no," Tony moaned incoherently. "You're right. I must keep a promise and I certainly wouldn't take someone as spineless as you for one of my own," LaCroix said. Then he twisted Tony's head, forcing him to look in his eyes, and employed his own hypnotic power before continuing. "But hear me now. You will forget ever hearing from Lisa and everything that's occurred here tonight. You'll remember nothing of what happened to Ray and the whole idea of vampires will be absurd to you - totally unworthy of consideration. Do you understand?" "Vampires...don't...exist," Tony answered slowly. "Good," LaCroix purred, releasing him. "Now go home. You were never here tonight." Tony walked zombie-like out the door and the four gave a collective sigh of relief. "I'm glad that's over," said Vachon. "I could use a change of scenery. Shall we continue this at the club?" As they prepared to go, Vachon noticed Lisa hanging back. "What's wrong? Aren't you coming?" he asked. "No. I think I'll stay here for a while. You guys go ahead. I'll meet you back at the church later," she replied. Vachon was not comfortable with leaving her alone, but her teaching was done. She made her own decisions now and no-one but her master could command her. He left with the others, but for the rest of the night he could not shake the feeling that nagged at him ... the feeling that something was still not quite right. *************************** End of Part 8 *************************** Vachon arrived home near dawn to find Lisa sitting in front of a small fire. He stood silently as she threw each page of her brother's notes into the flames, watching it turn to ashes before adding the next. Then she picked up the tape, her last full connection with Ray, and pressed it to her lips before adding it to the pyre. Looking at him with anguished eyes, she said, "Fire can kill us, but this time it may have saved us." Vachon sat down beside her. He pulled her close and kissed away the blood tears that trickled down her cheeks. Then he slid behind her and pulled her back until she rested against his chest, and began rubbing her shoulders. "I know I did the right thing," Lisa continued. "But I still don't see the justice in it. Ray's dead and both his killers walk free." "You couldn't have done any better," Vachon comforted her. "From the start you put the safety of others above your own. Not many would have done that. There was some measure of justice; LaCroix's lost one reason for killing and the fear you put in Tony was the worst punishment you could have given. The important thing is the killing has stopped and both worlds are safe. We owe you a lot. I'm proud of you." Lisa's heart filled with gratitude at the last four words. "Thanks. It's good to have friends like you," she smiled up at him. "You know, I think I'm ready to go home tomorrow." "As you wish," Vachon replied, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "There's one question I have to ask you, though. How do you feel about being one of us now that this is over and you know your brother is gone? This isn't like a social club, you know; you can't just resign your membership." Lisa looked at him as if she couldn't believe his words. She sat up and scooted around to face him. "I knew that it would be for all time before I came to talk to you and I was prepared to accept that. I had expected to find Ray alive and knew I couldn't change back once I did. You have to understand, Ray was my only family. He was ten years older than me and he raised me after our parents died when I was twelve. We were very close and I loved him so much I was willing to take an enternity of darkness in order to keep him safe. But I couldn't have helped him; he was dead before I was even brought over. I'll always miss him but now I have you, Nicholas, and the rest of our community as family." She put her arms lightly around his neck and tasted his lips in a tentative kiss. "You say our world owes me, but you're wrong. It's I who owe you and Nicholas so much," she breathed softly. "You've given me a life and friendships I'd never dreamed of and I'll always be grateful for that." Vachon tried out of old habit to resist, but the scent of her skin and the warmth of her breath in his face excited him beyond all reason. Groaning with desire, he captured her mouth in a hungry, deeper kiss. Knowing full well where it would lead and knowing it didn't matter, feeling Lisa's consent as clearly as if it had been spoken, he leaned slowly to one side until they both lay prone. He covered her face with kisses, crushing her body to his in a powerful embrace as they surrendered to the passion consuming them. *************************** End of Part 9 *************************** Lisa woke in early evening to find herself still held in Vachon's arms. The scent of their previous night's passion tickled her nose and she smiled ruefully as she touched the nearly healed marks on her breast, one of several places his fangs had embedded during their hours of lovemaking that had lasted well into the day. During her training Vachon had, of course, told her the mechanics of vampiric sex, of the intensity and near brutality, of the bloodletting, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it. At first she had found it a little frightening, but Vachon had tried to be as gentle as possible and soon her own desire had taken over and she'd simply went with it. She looked at the still- sleeping man beside her, noting with satisfaction the areas where her own canines had scored him. She licked her lips as she recalled the rich tangy sweetness of his blood. , she thought with amusement. Vachon stirred and as his eyes opened, Lisa thought again of how easily she could drown in their liquid-brown depths. "Hello, beautiful," her companion murmured sleepily. "Hello yourself," she said, snuggling even closer to put her arms around him and kiss him in proper greeting. Their kiss deepened; tongues fought a mock duel. But when Vachon's eyes started to glaze and his hands began an exploration of their own, Lisa pulled back. "Not just now; I don't want to overdo a good thing." He hid his disappointment well as she gently disentangled herself and rose to begin picking out her clothing from his in the disarray strewn around them. "Besides, I want to get my stuff back to my place before I go to the club," she added. "Do you want any help?" Vachon asked, remembering her decision of the night before to return home now that her training was done and the ordeal of bringing her brother's killer to justice was through. "Thanks, but no. I can manage. Guess I'll see you there later?" she asked as she headed toward her room to gather the rest of her things. "Sure. Later," Vachon said to her retreating back. He began to dress, more stung than he wanted to admit over her sudden apparent indifference. *Scrape, scrape* The man drew his hunting knife over the short length of wood in his hands. *Scrape, scrape* He trimmed the end down to a keen, sharp point, then tossed it over with the others and picked up another. *Scrape, scrape* The one he'd just discarded joined the small pile of its companions of white ash. *Scrape, scrape* Only a few more and he'd be ready. He was a man with a holy mission to fulfill. *Scrape, scrape* "Hey, why the long face? What's wrong?" came a voice beside him. Vachon turned to the friend he'd sensed approach. He gave a half-hearted grin and picked up his glass. The noise of the Raven nearly drowned out his mumbled "Nothing" as he took a healthy swallow. "Come on; I know you better than that. What is it?" the one currently known as Nick Knight cajoled. Vachon sighed. "It hasn't happened in so long I didn't think it would happen again. At least not this way." "*What* happened? What are you talking about?" Nick asked again, now totally mystified. "I'm starting to feel for someone. I think I'm starting to love her," Vachon finally told him. "Who? Tracy?" Vachon shook his head. "She's a wonderful woman, but it's not her." "One of us then?" Nick paused, then comprehension dawned. "Not ..." Vachon nodded in admission. "Yes, her. Lisa." , Nick thought to himself. "Does she know? Have you said anything to her?" he said aloud. "No," Vachon answered. "I didn't realize it myself until tonight." Nick looked around, taking a few moments to digest this new turn of events. Then he took a seat and began to speak earnestly. "Believe me, I understand the loneliness. But don't you think you're rushing things just a bit? Granted, you've spent a lot of time with her but two weeks ago we didn't even know her." "You can get to know someone quite well when you spend twenty-four hours a day with them," Vachon retorted. Nick looked a little stunned. "Have you...? I mean..." He broke off, gesturing silently as words failed him. Knowing exactly what Nick meant, Vachon decided to mercifully let him off the hook. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes," he answered. Now the conversation took on a more serious tone for Nick. "She's my fledgling and because she's so young, that *makes* it my business. I don't hold what happened against either of you, but do you think it was wise to start something like that?" "Hey, don't blame me," protested Vachon. "She came on to me first." "You could have declined," Nick said, while another part of him wondered when the surprises would stop coming. "Sure I could have," Vachon snorted. "Don't preach to me, Knight! You've had your women; don't deny me what I feel." "Do you really know what you feel?" Nick asked, not unkindly. "Do you really care for her or do you want to be with her because you can have with her what you can't have with a mortal?" The question only added to Vachon's confusion. "I don't know. I just don't know," he sighed. "You need to be sure before you say anything to her," Nick told him as he rose to go. "If you really care for her and the feeling is mutual, then I wish you all the best. But she's been through a lot lately and I don't want to see her hurt again." He leaned closer and his voice took on a harder, warning edge. "I *won't* see her hurt again. You're my friend, but if you hurt my child, you'll answer to me!" Nick faded into the crowd, leaving Vachon alone to ponder the question. Lisa's vacation ended and she returned to her night shift job, falling easily into her new routine: "dinner" and socializing at the Raven before going to work, sleeping during the day as she had before. Only now she sometimes spent her days with Vachon. Their passion remained strong and while he did not encourage the situation, Lisa did not seem to mind his company and he could not find it in himself to turn her away. The trio were gathered at the bar one night when LaCroix pulled Nick away without a word to the other two. Nick returned with a troubled expression on his face. "One of the dancers, Talya, didn't show up tonight. He sent someone to check on her and they found her dead - staked as she slept," he told them bluntly. An eerie feeling traveled down Lisa's spine. "Who could have done that? I thought we were safe." "There's no way to know," Nick answered. "Maybe someone she know turned on her. Maybe it's just a fluke. It's a shame though, she'd only been brought across a few months ago." The next night brought even more disturbing news. It seemed Paul, a young acquaintance of Vachon's, had met a similar fate. Like Talya, he had been staked in his sleep and like Talya, he was a fledgling - less than a year in his new life. Nick didn't need his detective training to see the pattern. It was now clear there was a vampire hunter at work. "But it doesn't make sense!" Vachon said. "What mortal is crazy enough to believe in vampires nowadays anyway?" "Ray did. So did I and so did Tony," Lisa reminded him. "Well for obvious reasons, it's not any of you three," Nick said. "There was a hunter around here a couple of years ago. Maybe he's come back. For all we know it might not be a mortal at all. Maybe it's one of us gone renegade." "Someone able to kill in the daylight without being sensed? That's not likely," Vachon answered. "What bothers me most is that both of them were so young. It seems like the fledglings are being targeted. Why?" "Probably because of the fact that, as youths, they still have a mortal history and are easier to trace," Nick reasoned. "But that still doesn't tell us who." He turned to Lisa with a concerned look. "Until this killer's found, I don't want you to take any chances. I think you should stay here at the club. You'll be safer under LaCroix's protection" "I appreciate the thought, but unless that's an order I'd rather stay at home," Lisa gently replied. "My security system is more than adequate and I really don't want to let this creep intimidate me." Nick looked at her with pride, admiring her spirit, even if it did border on foolhardiness at times. "No, that wasn't an order. But 'be careful' is. In the meantime, I want you to look out for her. Don't let anything happen to her," he said, turning to Vachon. From then on, Lisa wasn't alone for a minute. Vachon was with her every moment, guarding her and the others around them like a sentry. At Nick's insistance, she arranged to take a leave of absence from her job ("Family emergency," she told her superiors.) and spent all her time in the company of her own kind. Another fledgling was found murdered, then another, and the uneasiness grew in the community. There was still no clue as to the identity of the killer and LaCroix opened the Raven as a refuge to all who wanted it. *************************** End of Part 10 *************************** A few night later, Nick, Vachon and Lisa left the club. The temperature was unseasonably warm and they decided to go for a short walk. They were headed down the street with no particular destination in mind, talking and laughing and enjoying each others company, when suddenly three shots rang out. Nick spun around and dropped to one knee, clutching his shoulder. Lisa crumpled to the pavement between them and Vachon felt something whistle through his hair. He extended his senses, then took off in the direction of the heartbeat he detected, only to pull up short when he heard Nick's voice urgently calling him back. Returning to his friends, he found Lisa in Nick's arms. Her hands were at her midsection and she moaned in pain as the blood pooled beneath her. "The bullet's still in her. She'll heal but it really should come out," Nick told him in clipped tones. Passing her to Vachon, he continued. "Bring her to Nat's. I'll go on ahead and let her know you're coming." He took to the air, followed moments later by Vachon. I'm a pathologist, not a surgeon, Nick! What do you expect me to be able to do?" Natalie exclaimed. "You're good at cutting and frankly, that's what she needs," Nick countered. He paused, then tried a more reasonable tone. "Please, Nat! She needs you. *I* need you. She's more than just a friend. She's ... mine. I brought her across a few weeks ago." Natalie's wide, startled eyes caught him like a blow, but any further converstation was terminated by Vachon's arrival. The moment she saw another being in pain, Natalie's medical instincts took over and she quickly cleared a table for Vachon to lay her on. Grabbing what instruments she thought she'd need, Natalie moved to examine her patient. "Damn! I don't even have any anesthesia," she grumbled. "She won't need it. Just do what you have to," Vachon said. He leaned over Lisa, blocking her view and their eyes locked. Engaging a vampiric mental technique, he strengthened her will with his, helping her control the pain as Natalie worked to remove the bullet. When he heard Natalie's "There; got it.", he reached over and picked up a clean scalpel, but stopped when Nick's hand closed over his just as the knife was poised above his wrist. "Let me," Nick said quietly. Vachon surrendered the instrument without a word. As her master, it was Nick's right. Nick laid the scalpel aside and gathered the semi-conscious Lisa in his arms, turning her face so her lips nuzzled into his neck. Softly murmured words encouraged her feed. At first she tried to resist, but the need was too strong. She bit, then drank of the life-giving substance, drawing its nourishment and healing into herself. After a while, Nick pulled away, laying her gently back down on the table. He glanced over at Natalie, gauging her reaction. She stood staring, seeming a little stunned at this side of vampire life she'd never seen before. "How's your shoulder?" Vachon asked him, somewhat belatedly. Nick shrugged, his own injury nearly forgotten. "It's fine - clean exit. It's nearly healed already." Shaking herself from her reverie, Natalie of course insisted on checking it out. Though a little embarrassed at the fuss she made, Nick was touched by her genuine concern. "So, who's taking pot-shots at you now - a new 'friend' or some kid winged out on dope? Natalie asked as she worked. "I don't think so," Vachon jumped in before Nick could speak. "I started to chase them and what I sensed seemed ... I don't know ... familiar. Like I'd been around them before." "Oh, well that certainly narrows it down!" Natalie snapped sarcastically. "How many people have you been around in the last hundred years or so?" ******** Safely away from the early sun breaking across the horizon, two figures moved together to begin an ancient dance. Candlelight cast flickering shadows on the wall as she reached up and stroked his cheek, her fingers tracing the curve of his ear. He responded in kind, running his hands through the long black shining hair cascading down her back. She placed her palms against his chest; felt his heart in one of its infrequent beats. His fingers beat a light tatoo on her neck as her hands glided down his torso, coming to rest briefly at his waist before moving up again, bringing his light t-shirt up and over his head. He moved closer and took her into his arms. Lifting her chin, he brought his mouth to hers. His tounge slipped past her lips, plundering the warm sweetness of her mouth. She returned his kiss zealously as his hands undid the buttons of her blouse and pullled it off her shoulders to toss it casually aside. Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. Working her way past the obstructions, she pushed the denim down the lean hips. He stepped out of them, at the same time blazing a trail of kisses down her neck, chest and stomach. She gasped as his breath teased her sensitive belly; felt her canines begin to extend. He tugged her slacks off as well, then, to her amazement, used his teeth to remove the lace panties. Growling with excitement, she pulled him to his feet and moved against him, enjoying the thrill of skin-to-skin contact. Looking up, she saw that his teeth were still even, but his eyes shone as golden as hers. He moved backward toward the bed, drawing her with him, till he felt it bump the back of his knees. He sat, gently forcing her to remain standing a moment while he shamelessly enjoyed the view, then took her hands and lay back, pulling her down on top of him. Hands traced across the planes, hollows, and curves of each other's bodies, eliciting soft gasps and low moans of desire. She could feel the hardness of his need pressed against her thigh. She straddled his slender hips, a rider on a fiery stallion, and teased his maleness with slow, caressing thrusts. His fangs fairly sprang into view; his hands gripped the bedside as his body trembled and rose, reaching for her but she would not let him claim her. Bending low now, she gently nuzzled his skin - the cheek, his neck, nipping her way downward. Suddenly he groaned in pleasure/pain as she sank her teeth into his chest. She drank deeply for a moment then her mouth met his again, passing his own blood back to him. He wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to the bed and rolling atop her in one smooth motion. He slid his generous bulk into her quickly, fully. Animal-like growls, savage and yet somehow non-threatening, echoed in the air around them as he thrust hard within her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled his head to her. He plunged his fangs into her neck, feeling hers strike home at the same moment. The mutual sharing heightened their already fervent passion. His body strove for release and they found it together, crying out in their ecstasy as they rode the tail of the comet. Reality righted itself slowly. Looking tenderly at the woman still in his arms, Vachon decided to speak what was in his heart. "I never thought I'd meet someone like you, but I'm glad I did. It scared me the other night when you got hurt. You could have been put out of commission long enough to be killed. I could have lost you and I don't want that to happen. I know this is sudden, Lisa, but I want you with me. I'm in love with you and I'd like us to share our lives together for a couple of hundred years - or longer." His gentle, compelling voice flowed through her like warm honey. Lisa returned his gaze, keeping her expression carefully neutral while her insides tied themselves in knots. her mind screamed out. She had known this was coming; she'd tasted it in his blood. She also knew it could not be. Her hand caressed the stubble of beard she found so irresistibly sexy and again she fought against the whirlpool-like pull of his gorgeous, chocolate eyes. "Vachon ..." she began, then faltered before she was able to continue. "Dear Javier. I can't tell you how much I care about you, too. You've been so kind and wonderful to me, but ... there's been too many changes in my life already and I just couldn't take on a commitment like you're talking about. It wouldn't work. I can't give you what you want," she finished quietly. "What I want is you! We're together so much anyway, why not just make it permanent. We're good together - mentally, emotionally, sexually. Why can't we just -" Lisa laid a finger on his lips, stopping his breathless protest. "We *are* good together," she agreed. "But, admit it - we both know that Tracy is the one you really care for. It's still possible that one day she might ask to be brought over, and I'd never stand between you two." Her finger trailed a path down his body. "But until - and unless - that happens, nothing has to change between us. Nothing ... it's your choice." Vachon pulled her closer and held her tightly, closing his eyes on the pain he felt inside. If he couldn't have what he wanted, then he'd take what he could get. The natural cycle of the day claimed them and they slipped quietly into the sleep of the dead. *************************** End of Part 11 *************************** Lisa woke with a terrified shout. Knotted stomach muscles flung her upper body bolt upright. Damp sheets clung irritatingly to the blood-sweat sheen that covered her body. Startled to wakefulness, Vachon sat up beside her. "Lisa! What's wrong?!" She sprang from the bed, fighting to see through the red haze covering her vision, and dressed with lightening speed. "Nicholas!" she gasped, running to her closet. "He's in trouble! I've got to go to him!" Frantically, she tore through the garments and found the one she was looking for - a long, heavy, hooded cloak she had last worn to a medieval renaissance festival. "No, Lisa! It's not dark yet. You'll be fried! I'll go." Vachon plucked the cloak from her hands. "He's *my* master!" Lisa cried. "I *have* to go!" "You're too young. You wouldn't last ten seconds in the sun. At least I have some kind of chance," Vachon answered, and was out the door before she could protest further. Lisa wanted desperately to follow him, but knew she could not. He was right, of course. No amount of protection would have shielded her, and she valued her new life too greatly to throw it away foolishly. She could only pace and worry. Vachon flew high, higher, into the late afternoon sky, sacrificing precious seconds in the hope that the mortals below would be too caught up in their earthbound lives to notice a strange figure at such altitude. Deadly rays prickled his skin and he smelled his own flesh burning. He streaked in the direction of Nicholas' loft. With the sound of shattered glass and the screech of rent metal, he crashed through the skylight of Nick's home. He landed heavily on all fours but jumped instantly to his feet, Nick's screams of agony ringing in his ears. Throwing back his hood, he saw a figure bent over him, holding him pinned with a large, ornate cross that charred its way into his flesh. Hearing the intrusion, the man looked up then turned his back on the elder vampire as he advanced toward him, holding the cross out before him. Pure desire to aid his friend blunted Vachon's racial aversion to the holy symbol. He stepped forward, then circled slightly, trying to distract him further. The vampire was upon him stronger than it had been in years. His eyes shot fire; extended fangs gnashed the air. His black cape and the smoke rising from his sun-touched skin added to the illusion that he had just stepped from the depths of Hades itself. Behind the attacker, he saw Nick roll to the floor and slowly pull himself up. "Why do you try to destroy us? We've done nothing to you," Vachon snarled, hoping to center his full attention on him. Before the assailant could answer, Nick grabbed him from behind, holding his arm in such a way as to prevent any more attacks with the crucifix. At the same moment, Vachon kicked out and the cross flew through the air, landing on the floor and skidding a safe distance away. Nick's features were a fair match for Vachon's. "Now it is you who shall die!" he growled. His head went back but before he could strike, the man drove his elbow into Nick's ribcage, knocking the wind out of him and dropping him to the floor. Vachon leapt for the hunter but, unarmed and outnumbered, the man had no wish to stay and fight. He turned and fled from the apartment. Vachon's leap carried him to Nick's side. "Knight," he called. "Knight, are you all right?" Nick crawled into a chair and leaned back weakly. He closed his robe tightly over the mark that had been burned into his chest, thereby avoiding any more adverse reaction for either of them. "Yes, I'm okay. I'll be fine in a little while," he managed to say. Vachon crouched beside him and extended his arm, wrist upturned. "You helped Lisa heal," he reminded. "Drink, now." Nick's automatic refusal died on his lips as common sense won out. Vampiric blood would heal him much faster than the bovine swill that was his usual sustanance. He took Vachon's arm and buried his teeth deeply, savoring the healing flow a few minutes before releasing him. With their frayed nerves calmed a bit, Nick asked, "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but how did you know to come ... that I needed help?" Vachon's lips quirked in a wry smile. "I was with Lisa today. Your feeding her completed the fledgling link. She could feel that you were in trouble." Nick considered this for a moment, then said, "Yes. I knew the bond was there; I could feel it. But I didn't know if she would know what it was." "The parent/child link allows either one to feel the strong emotions of the other," answered Vachon. "If you were in trouble, naturally she would know. Speaking of which, may I use your phone? She should know what's happened." He dialed her number and, hearing her, said, "Yes, He's all right. We both are. Meet us at the club as soon as you can. There's something we have to talk about. We -- we know who the killer is." *************************** End of Part 12 *************************** "That can't be - it's impossible!" LaCroix declared "I wiped his memory." "Tony had us all fooled, LaCroix. None of us knew he's a resistor," Nick said. "He confessed to killing Ray in order to trick us into revealing ourselves. He's an excellent reporter and an even better actor." "He's also quite mad," Vachon added. "Just as Lisa risked her life to help us, he'll take any risk to destroy us. Now that we know it's him, he'll be even more dangerous." "That will end shortly. The Enforcers will take care of him now," LaCroix told them. "No, LaCroix! You can't do that," Lisa blurted. LaCroix's icy glare and Vachon's touch on her arm warned her she was treading on dangerous ground but, secure in the knowledge of her immunity to him, she continued. "You gave me your word no more mortals would die if they found out about us. Let him be brought over or put away so he can't do anymore harm, but there's been enough death." LaCroix's gaze grew even more threatening and Lisa felt a shiver of fear, despite her protected status. "Do you *dare* to question me? I promised *I* would not kill for that reason, but the Code must be upheld. He will be disposed of," LaCroix repeated. Her bluff called, Lisa had to back-pedal a little. "You tried to kill my brother and I'll never forgive you for that --" LaCroix started toward her and Lisa fell back a few steps. Nick stepped between them, feeling the imminent explosion. "-- but I respect the Code and your position in our community. Something has to be done, but there's got to be another way. Let me talk to him, maybe he'll listen to me..." She trailed off, unsure of how to get through to him. Nick spread his hands in a gesture of appeal. "Please, LaCroix. If there's a chance, then let her try. It can't hurt. Please?" LaCroix looked from one to the other, then hissed in frustration. "Very well, I'll play your little game. But be warned; you have one night - tonight only. The Enforcers arrive tomorrow." The three turned and left the room. Standing alone, LaCroix cursed himself for his momentary weakness. Oh well - what could she do in one night? He firmly squashed his feeling of indulgent compassion but though he would not admit it even to himself, he knew that - in the end - he could deny nothing to Nicholas ... well, except maybe that ridiculous quest for mortality. Outside the Raven, Nick caught Lisa's arm. "You've bought some time, but what are you going to do now?" "You agreed I should talk to him and that's exactly what I intend to do," she answered. "I only did that to divert LaCroix's anger from you," said Nick. "You'd be crazy to get near Tony. He's too dangerous and you know he wouldn't listen to reason." "I've *got* to talk to him. I've got to *try*," she insisted. "We'll go with you then," offered Vachon. Lisa hugged them both, the sadness in her voice belying her warm smile. "No. You can't endanger yourselves on my account. This is just between Tony and me. Perhaps it always was." She took to the air and Nick and Vachon went back inside to wait for her return, hoping against hope that she *would* return. *********** In the darkened room, Lisa studied the sleeping figure on the bed. She had not been entirely honest with her friends. She knew there were only two options open to her; one she could not do, the other she *would* not. , she thought wryly. She approached the bed, only to fall back, gagging, when she caught the disgusting stench. Glancing down, she saw the garlic cloves on the floor, encircling his bed. She thought for a moment, then levitated to the ceiling. She moved over the bed and began her descent. Tony stirred in his sleep and rolled over. Lisa was forced to withdraw again when she saw the crucifix hung around his neck. She retreated to the door to regroup. Then a flash of inspiration struck. 'To defeat an enemy, you must first know it', Vachon had told her the night he'd forced her to face the dark side of her nature. How well could she know this killer's mind? She called to him. "Tony. TONY! Wake up." Tony sat up, then panicked when he saw her. Lisa began talking quickly before he could say or do anything. "I didn't come to hurt you. Just listen to me. I want your help and there's not much time. I know why you killed Ray. And the others - that was you, too, wasn't it? You're trying to rid the world of an evil; I understand that. That's why I'm here - to offer myself. I want you to kill me, Tony. Get rid of another demon." "You're lying," Tony accused. "No vampire would ask to die. You're on their side! What about that little stunt at your place? Why were you protecting them?" "I had to. Vachon controls my mind; my will. He made me say those things," Lisa answered, the lies coming fast and thick. "I don't believe it. If he controls you, how can you be here now? Did he send you?" "His control slipped while he was hunting tonight. He'll realize it soon and call me back to him. That's why you must hurry!" Lisa tried frantically to convince Tony without giving him time for clear thought. "No, it's a trick! But I'll tell you what; leave your door open tomorrow and I'll finish you the same way I did the others." "That won't work," Lisa insisted, tears welling on cue in her eyes. "He'll be with me then and you'll never have time to get both of us." Something inside Tony snapped. "You mean that monster makes you sleep with him? He *uses* you?" "I can't help it. I told you..." Lisa began crying softly. , she thought. She was always helpless under Vachon's terminal good-looks and powerful sensuality. "You poor thing. I can't believe what they've done to you," Tony crooned, finally starting to come around. He got up and walked to the garlic perimeter. "I can't stand what's been happening since I was made into this. Please, Tony, end it now. Let me join my brother," Lisa continued her persuasion. Tony moved cautiously to the dresser and pulled out a mallet and stake. Lisa let him approach until she instinctively had to pull back from the crucifix. "The cross!" she said in a tight voice. "The vampire in me won't let you get close enough. You'll have to take it off." "No way, bitch! I'm not that stupid. I take this off and you'll tear me to pieces," Tony answered, his certainty wavering. Lisa went slowly to her knees and crossed her wrists behind her. "I won't kill you, Tony. We were friends before all this. If you ever liked me - if you have an ounce of compassion - do it now before he controls me again and it's too late," she begged. Tony hesitated, but his madness drove him on. Laying down the weapons, he unhooked the chain and dropped it to the floor. With the hindrance gone, Lisa moved like lightening. Vaulting behind him, she drove her canines deep, easily restraining his efforts to escape. Her first taste of fresh human blood sent a wave of giddiness through her that she struggled to control. She fed rapidly at first, then slowed when she felt his heartbeat begin to falter. *Thump...thump* Vachon had told her of the method to this art as well, though she had planned never to use it. Now, she just hoped she could pull it off. *Thump...thump* 'It's a fine line of technique. You can't take too much', she recalled Nick's words from his account of his own disastrous first attempt. *Thump.....* She pulled away, panting, and sat back on her heels. Wiping her mouth, she looked at the unconscious man. Nothing to do now but wait. Had she been successful or was she now the killer she'd sworn never to be? *************************** End of Part 13 *************************** Lisa made her way through the crowd. She parked the one she held in tow at the bar and turned to face her friends. "Mission accomplished. He won't hurt any more of us," she said, the night's strain evident in her words. Nick and Vachon simply stared at the new addition before turning away from him in disgust. Though just a babe of the community herself, Lisa took her new responsibilities seriously. With her friends' help she taught him the ways of the night, as she herself had been taught. She protected Tony against those who still would have seen him destroyed, leaving him in Vachon's care when she could not be with him. Her mentors hadn't exactly approved of her action, but they understood that she couldn't have done any differently. "Why won't they accept me?" Tony whined to her one night. "You're friends with everyone - why don't they like me?" "Not even you can be that stupid," snapped Lisa. "You killed the child of an Ancient, murdered infants of our society, then tried to destroy The Master's favoured son and you wonder why no one wants anything to do with you!" "But that was before. I'm like you now. Can't they be my friends instead of wanting me dead?" "Shut up, you simpering idiot!" Lisa screamed, her pent-up anger exploding violently. "If anyone should want you dead, it's me. You killed my brother - tried to kill my master! But I saved you from the death you gave us and this is what I get!" Her voice dropped; she shook her head in defeat. "I should have released LaCroix from his vow and let him kill you." "Don't say that, Lisa. You sound like *you* don't even care what happens to me," Tony was nearly groveling now. Lisa's head snapped up. Her eyes glowed and it was the vampire's voice that echoed from her throat. "I don't," she said harshly. "I can't stand the thought of you. The sight of you sickens me. You can go face the sun for all I care, but if you die it will be by your own hand - not by those you tried to destroy. This is your punishment, you see - to be outcast among us, belonging to neither world." *********** The nights passed and it seemed one crises followed another. Nick was badly hurt on the job and for a while didn't even know any of them. Another investiggation put him at an exorcism which led to a possession that almost drove him to kill again. Then came word of a strange virus that seemed to affect only vampires. This was greeted first by skepticism, then growing alarm as the illness spread. Screed was the first to go and the death toll mounted rapidly. "A dozen in a single night," Lisa heard LaCroix say one evening. Word was passed for all of their kind to avoid contact with any others. But it was too late for her; she'd already contracted it during her latest tryst with Vachon, before he'd known he was infected. She knew Nick and Natalie were searching frantically for a cure and as she lay alone, battling the hunger and the fever, she wondered if it would come in time. Had she been granted immortality only to have it snatched away so soon and in such an undignified manner? "Give me your arm," Nick said. Curious, yet trusting his friend completely, Vachon did as Nick told him. Nick emptied the contents of the syringe into Vachon's vein. In a short time Vachon felt the fever break; felt the killer plague die within him. "AIDS blood," Nick answered his unspoken question. "The virus this thing was meant for kills it instead." He gave Vachon two more vials. "Take these for Lisa and Tony. LaCroix will help me with the rest." Lisa felt one of her kind near and growled a warning as she tried to rise. She fell back when she caught the scent of redwood and spice that was her lover. Then Vachon was beside her; the antidote flowing into her. When she was able to travel, they sped to Tony's home. The locked door gave easily to preternatural strength and they hurried to the bedroom. Vachon stopped abruptly in the doorway. Peering over his shoulder, Lisa saw that they were too late. The still form on the bed was beyond help of any kind. "Damn it - no!" Lisa choked. She'd hated the man, but she hated death even more. "I saved him from one death only to give him another." Vachon turned and pulled her into his arms. "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known this would happen," he soothed. "It was his desire for the destruction of others that finally led to his own." ************ Vachon had insisted on burying Screed alone, but later took Nick and Lisa there to say their own good-byes. "He could be an odd sort sometimes, but he was my friend for centuries," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Lisa nodded and squeezed his hand in sympathy. She pressed the 'play' button of the recorder she carried and the haunting strains of The Little River Band's "Cool Change" filled the air: I was born in the sign of water And it's there that I feel my best The albatross and the whales, They are my brothers It's kind of a special feeling When you're out on the sea alone Staring at the full moon like a lover It was the most fitting tribute to his memory she could think of. ************ Far away, on the other side of town, Tony lay in a similar unmarked grave. He was, however, unmourned. Peace and safety had finally returned to their community. Perhaps now it would stay - at least for a while. ***************************End of Story*************************** As this is my first attempt at FK fan-fic, feedback is *definately wanted*. Comments, constructive criticism, virtual ribena, and BB's e-mail addy to: kbyrd@sunworks.com KnightByrd Dark Knightie/Immortal Beloved/Vaquera/UF/discovering Light Cousin tendencies (My Dark Knightie page) http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Vault/4141/ "You *will* come back, Nicholas. I can wait. I have all the time in the world." LaCroix to Nick - "Father's Day" (Marcia's DK page) http://members.aol.com/marciat747/darkkngt/index.html