From: "whisper" <whisper@kih.net>
To: <FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com>
Date: Fri, 24 Apr 1998 10:54:03 -0700

                                       Dark Rage

     Nick stared out at the Hunter's Moon, Memories fluttered like shadows
just out of site.  The case he was working on had brought the recollection
of Carmilla bubbling to the top of his mind.
     The year was 1698, at that time Camilla was known as the Countess
Mircalla Karnstein. She was a young girl of perhaps twenty, very beautiful,
with long brown hair with only a hint of gold in it.
     Nick had felt a strong attraction the minute his friend, Rogo had
interduced them.  
     Her smile and dark eyes finisherd out her loveliness.
    Sitting in the close opera box, he could feel her and the blood
pounding in her veins seemed to beat in pace with his own heartbeat.
    After the opera, which Nick could remeber none of, he ask if he might
call on her the next evening.
   That's how it began, night after night of operas and dancing. He was so
in love  and his hunger grew stronger with each passing night.
    It was raining that night, he'd never forget. Her mother opened the
door herself as if she'd been waiting for him.
    "I'm sorry." she didn't sound sorry.  "My daughter has unexpected
company. She want be recieving any other guests while they are here."
    "But Lady Karnstein, we have an egagement to see the opera. I don't
think Mircalla would wish to cancel.  She can bring her friends along. 
There's plenty of room in my private box."
     "It is you who doesn't understand," she said coldy, " It's the man she
intends to marry and his family."
     "Marry!" Nick was both shocked and angry.
     "So you see there is nothing for you here." She shuts the door in his
face.
      Nick walked the dark streets angery. His first victim was a drunking
gentleman who was unlucky to totter out of a bar and bump in to him. He
almost ripped the mans head off his shoulders.
     The next unlucky soul was a whore who just happened to have long brown
hair.  He was more gentle with her but just as deadly.
    The fresh blood and anger was clouding his mind.  YET, he was not
surpised to find himself looking up at Mircalla's window.
    As quick as the thought formed he was inside the room.  There she was
with her hair fanned out on the pillow, sleeping the sleep of innocents.
    Nick awoke her, still half asleep she didn't even question how he came
to be there.
    "Nick, didn't mother tell you i'm not excepting calls."
    Ever so softly trying to control his anger, "Why didn't you tell me you
were to be married."
     " Because, it's nothing to do with you." He haerd no remorse in her
voice. "I didn't tell my other callers either."
    "That's all I am, just another caller?"     
     She eyed him coldly, "Of course , what did you expect? I'm a Countess,
I couldn't possibly be come involved with a commoner."
    Nick felt his anger spin out of control.  "I thought you loved me."
    Mircalla actually laughted, "Love you? Your no different from the
others. What made you think I would love you?" 
   Nick grabbed her eyes glowing and fangs bared,  "That's where your
wrong. I'm very different from the others."
   And he showed her as he sank his fangs in to her lovely throat and drink
and drink.
    Yea, it was the case that had brought it all back. Theyed found a
husband sitting holding a gun as he stared at his wife and her lover. They
had two neat little bullet holes in their forehaeads.
    The husband said he couldn't remeber firing the gun. Yea, Nick knew all
about loosing control.  He still felt the hurt and shame when he thought
back. Yea he understood.
     
                                    The End
    
   By Whisper