Date: Sun, 6 Oct 1996 07:32:10 -0400 From: ILCzJules1@aol.com To all, Hello and welcome. I feel an explanation is necessary for my Ep. Slants. You must initially understand that I am a Cousin. Who is, first and foremost, of the Unnamed Faction. And that these were written and posted for the entertainment of the UF Loop. What I do is take a scene or scenes from an episode and, as I re-tell the selected story bits, I interject my own brand of facetiously humorous, sarcastic and/or sometimes serious - remarks, comments and observations. All with an Unnamed Cousinly point of view. Agree or disagree, it's all meant to be taken as 'tongue in thong'...oops, I mean 'tongue in cheek', the *other* set cheeks ;-[)! Be aware -- These are PG13, at times. And some are much better than others, since they span a period of months and I got more adept as I went along (I hope .). Also, they are listed in alphabetical order, not chronologically to my original posting. So, enjoy...or not. Either way these Ep. Slants are mine, Illinois Jules (aka Julie Swendsen). I will never own the rights to any of the FK characters or their lines, and they are only being borrowed for the nonprofit enjoyment of myself and my Unnamed friends. If I ever finish bending these to my needs, I *will* return them, only slightly spindled and barely mutilated. Illinois Jules Input gleefully accepted. __________________________________________________________ Ep. Slant: Dying for Fame -- We have a female rock star [Rececca] causing turmoil because of her video, it induces violence. Plus she is opening her concert tour in Toronto. This is causing big problems for the force. A dead body is then found in her hotel room. Though she was drunk and can't remember, she confesses to the murder anyway. Nick doesn't think she did it. Our Blond "H" has also been pestered by visions of LaCroix, his dead master. (As far as he knows LC's dead - this is 1st season after all...) Weird Nick dream sequences in this ep.- reminds me of Curiouser & Curiouser. Cool show though, I miss this sort of good television programing... Nick has gone down to lock-up to talk to Rebecca. She sits on her cot playing a guitar. He enters: N: "So there really is music beneath all the mechanics." [his arms are crossed as he talks to the woman strumming a tune and humming along] She puts down her instrument. Small talk between the two follows, about her music and such... Cutting in: N: [standing in the corner, arms still folded] "So I hope you're not giving the guards too much trouble. Any unusual exotic requests... R: "No, but I was thinking of asking if they could *possibly* use a better quality of mashed potato flakes. But I'm trying to be a good girl. N: "A good girl? [putting his hands in his pockets] You ought to be careful or you'll tarnish your image." [walking forward] R: [standing now] "Ah...I couldn't tarnish, bend, fold, spindle or mutilate my image, [walking past Knight] if my life depended on it." (Nickster pauses to relate the remark to his own past.) N: [licking his lips quickly] "Does your life depend on it? [turning his gaze to follow her] R: [her back is to Nick, she turns slowly to face him] "So you liked my song, huh?" [abruptly changing the subject] N: "Yeah. [softly, smiling in agreement] Yeah, very much." Nick steps forward and leans against the bars casually. Rebecca too, is braced by the cell behind her. A pan back reveals the pair chatting in the front corner of the cell. R: "Actually the acoustics in here aren't too bad at all. I guess that's because there's not a lot of people around...absorbing the sound." (Definitely kindred spirits here, they angst so well.) N: [glancing around] "Well, you should be here on New Year's Eve " R: "With any luck, I will." N: "You like it here that much?" (A Nikkie Soulmate Moment follows) R: "Do you have any idea, what it's like, to watch yourself being slowly immortalized?" (Our Blond One? No...he has no idea !) "To watch the life being slowly sucked from you. [Nick, no longer smiling, glances to the floor] The thing that makes you real...gone. I mean you can try to fight it all you want. But, once it gets going there's nothing you can do about it. [Rebecca pauses to turn away, grabbing a cell bar to speak her thoughts aloud] It is far too powerful..." (Nickness is slightly uncomfortable. He twitches nicely.) [she whispers] "too seductive." [Nick faces away but turns back. a soothing remark seemed to be on his lips, but it's cut short] Rebecca breaks the tension and grins ironically as she re-faces Nick. R: "When I was a little girl...I used to want to be famous, can you imagine? Wanting...I mean...Aaah, I know it for a fact, but -- [pause] Be very careful what you wish for." Their conversation is interupted by Rebecca's manager and entourage, barging in. They are there to set her free. The manager babbles on aimlessly as he walks the lonely star out. Nick is left standing in the jail cell. The moment lost. Alone now, he zones out -- Suddenly the Detective is bathed in blue light. He's locked in the cage. The clanking of a key ring across the cell's bars sharply attract his attention. (Different time. Different place. Different Nick?) A tall man in police uniform appears from the left. An old style officer's cap is on his pale head. LC: "Congratulations." [as he halts his clanging] Nicholas turns, stunned. LC: "You're going to be released." He offers Nick the set of keys, wiggling them close to the bars. The confused boy makes a grab for the ring. LaCroix snatches them back as he grins. LC: "But only if you want to be released...that is." (Oh, YES! That look of desperate hunger on our Blond Hormone's face! Release him from what, pray tell? Uncle's perpetual claim? Even in spirit. Nick's own imprisoned passion for his master? A haven away from the mortals he lives among? His vampiric nature? That mortality thing? My UFfish mind reels at the possibilities...) LC: [taunting] "Remember, it's a bad, bad, world out there. Full of pain and suffering. Rejection, discrimination, persecution, prostitution...and loss. Well, Nicolas?" (It's that mortality thing...) N: [determined] "I'm sure." LC starts to laugh, uncontrollably, as he walks along the cell front. Nick follows him from the inside. The master vampire stops and regains enough composure to finally face his son. He looks up into the pleading eyes of his child, the young ones mouth still agape. (Yes! Yes! The UFfness herein!) LaCroix' left hand, with liquid grace, eases between the bars. His fingers gently caress the side of his child's face. LC: [with feigned sincereity] "Oh, I'm so sorry Nicholas. It was all a joke. There is no release." (Told you, it has to be that mortality thing...) LC loses it again, to vamp out at Nick through the bars. With returning hysteria, he walks off. Leaving our 'Lost Boy' alone in his self imposed prison. Cut out: _______________________________________ Illinois Jules