Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1999 12:00:35 -0700 From: clark Subject: ADULT: A Dangerous Thing (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu This is an adult story that includes descriptions of sex and violence. It is intended for adult audiences only. If it's not legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you, please don't read it. Permission given to archive at fkfanfic website as well as the JADFE site. No other permission is granted to repost/reprint/reuse. If you're interested drop me a line. As always, feedback is welcomed. This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use. "A Dangerous Thing" by S. Clark Natalie moaned as he thrust into her. Their lovemaking had began as an innocent, friendly kiss. But the passion, the need, overtook them. The spark of desire ignited to the point where they were sprawled on the carpeting of her living room. Clothes were pitched away with reckless abandon in the desire to experience each other's flesh. Her face reflected the longing for this primal contact. Her body reacted instinctively to his actions, trying to fulfill his needs, also. The two bodies, intertwined, writhed together bringing the act to its completion. Outside on the balcony Nick watched, listened. He hated himself for doing it. And he hated the man inside, this 'old friend' of Natalie's. The man who was experiencing what he could never have. And he hated himself for what he was, who he was. The irony being what he was had brought them together but kept them apart. Nick had asked Natalie about the man. She mentioned he was a friend from medical school. With further drilling Nick found out that he was not just a friend, but that the two of them had been involved. Natalie passed it off as a temporary infatuation brought on by long hours of working together. Nick wondered how she would explain their relationship to this friend. Although it'd taken restraint, Nick hadn't been trailing the couple all evening. But, as he happened to be passing and saw her lights on. Well, curiosity got the better of him. Now he wished he didn't know what was happening within. It wasn't like he didn't understand the need for closeness. After all, he had Janette. But that was different. Theirs was one borne of centuries of companionship. This was a reversion to the hormonal state of adolescence. Nick knew that this man was not worthy of Natalie. He didn't deserve to be in there with her, pawing at her body as he was. He didn't deserved to be coupled with her. He didn't deserve her. And still Nick waited. Through the groans and sighs of the climax. Through the tender good-byes. Promises to call, to keep in better touch. All the lies that one tells another in such circumstances. And he waited to see the man leave the building. And he followed the car. The man was staying in a downtown hotel. A small place, parking was in a garage a few doors down. Nick landed in an alley between the parking and the hotel. Ducked into the shadows, he waited. He thought about letting the man pass. After all, he'd done nothing against any vows; Nick and Natalie had committed to none. He'd performed no act that would be deemed a crime in a human court. But Nick couldn't get past the rage that was building within. He felt a need for justice. For retribution of sins against his cold heart, his damned soul. Given those circumstances, how much could one more victim weigh against him in his final damnation? Nick checked the surrounding for any others who might see him. And, as the man walked by, he grabbed him, pulling him into the alley. With Nick's hand clamped tightly over the man's mouth, he couldn't scream. The man struggled, but his efforts were nothing compared to a vampire's strength. Down the alley, secluded between dumpsters, Nick gave a single pull, breaking the man's neck. He picked up a nearby bottle and broke it against the building. With the jagged edge of glass, he cut the man's neck. The blood drained slowly, the heart had ceased beating. Nick collected some of the flow into an empty can. Checking again to ensure he was alone, he took to the night skies. Back at the loft, fangs descended, eyes red with hunger, with true bloodlust, Nick sampled his bounty. It contained all that he'd hoped. The memory of Natalie. How the man had felt making love to her. How he felt being within her. Nick savored the taste, the sensations, the memories. It was all there. All that he could not be. All that he could not do. Blood tears fell from his eyes as the rage drained away, and the remembrance of his crime descended. ### The next night Nick and Schanke received a call. A John Doe found in an alley. He'd probably been there since the previous night, at least that was the current theory. They surveyed the scene, questioned witnesses, followed all procedures. Natalie arrived with the forensics team. Her face went ashen. She would have collapsed to the damp asphalt had Nick not been there to catch her. The victim, she knew the victim. He was an old friend. Overtaken with sobs, Nick led her away from the scene. He took her back to his car, drove her back to the loft. There, he could console her. Help ease her grief. Be a source of comfort to her. And he hated himself for this.