Date: Wed, 27 Oct 1999 19:45:18 EDT From: Obsessed One Subject: Everyone's a Comic 01/01 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Okay, here I go, with the traditional first sacrifice... er fanfic for a challenge. The Challenge is to write and post a fanfic for Halloween.. it can be funny, angsty, naughty, whatever. Have fun! Standard disclaimers apply: I don't own 'em, Sony does. So no matter what odd things I'm going to do to 'em, I promise to put 'em back when I'm done. Permission to archive at www.fkfanfic.com and the ftp site. All others, ask me first. This is completely un-beta-ed, so aim your flaiming stakes over here. and awaaaaaay we go! Everyone's a Comic ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Natalie stared at the black envelop with silver lettering that had just been slipped under her door. Curious to see who had left it, she threw open the door, and stuck her head out into the hallway. Empty. Even more curious now, she bent and picked up the envelope. It was made from heavy paper, like what wedding invitations were printed on, though Natalie doubted many brides chose black as their main color. In an unfamiliar script, someone had written her name using one of those silver calligraphy pens. Nudging the door closed behind her, Nat headed into her living room as she opened the envelope. _You are invited to a celebration for All Hallow's Eve, on Saturday, October 30, 1999, at The Raven. Costume dress._ That was all it said on the black invitation. "A Halloween party at the Raven?" Nat mused aloud. "Now this I've gotta see." Now all she needed was a costume... *** Nick sipped from his breakfast as he again looked at the invitation that one of his kind had delivered at first dark. He was rather surprised to find that LaCroix was having a Halloween party; the last one had been decades ago, and Nick was pretty sure Janette would never let him live down what had happened... Nick shook his head, trying to avoid being lost in another flashback. The invitation said the party was costume dress, so now he had to find something to wear. Mentally, Nick went over a list of things he had in storage, wondering if maybe he could just get away with wearing one of his old outfits. No, he decided. He had a better idea... *** Saturday night came quietly enough. All over the city, vampires and mortals alike donned their costumes, eagerly anticipating a night of fun and revelry. One odd thing, though, was that a number of the guests had stayed strangely closed-mouthed about their costumes. Equally strange, was that Natalie had refused a ride from Nick, saying she wanted to surprise him with her costume. Nick hadn't pressed the issue much, because he wanted to be able to see Nat's expression when she saw what he was wearing. Oh yes, he thought, this is going to be -good-. *** At The Raven, the club was already packed with party-goers when Natalie arrived. Carefully holding her long trench coat closed, she smiled at the bouncer when she showed him her invitation. As she was checking her coat, Nat saw Tracy in the corner, and hurried over to her friend. Tracy was dressed as some sort of morbid little red riding hood. Natalie was wondering at the intelligence of making up one's neck to look like it had been ravaged when one was going to a party full of vampires, but decided not to ask Tracy about that. There are some questions best left unanswered, Nat thought. "Hey Nat!" Tracy said, and pulled a candy bar out of her basket. "Trick or Treat! Like the costume?" "It's... ah... creative. Let me guess, Little Red Ridding Hood doesn't escape the wolf, huh?" Tracy smiled in response. "Somethin' like that. Nice outfit by the way. One heck of a party, isn't it?" Nat looked over to a group of vampires dressed as, well, vampires. They had capes and everything. "It's not you average Halloween party, that's for sure. Hey, have you seen Nick?" Tracy shook her head. "No. I didn't even know you guys were invited. Hey, stay put. I want to introduce you to my date - be right back!" As Tracy disappeared into the mass of people, Natalie looked around the club, checking out the other guests' costumes. There were a number of vampires dressed as Count Dracula (Ha-ha, very original), a few wolfmen, one M&M (tm), and a bunch of other costumes Nat didn't want to think about. Where's Nick she wondered, just as Tracy came bounding up with Vachon in tow. "Nat, this is Vachon. Vachon, this is Nat. Nat's looking for my partner. You seen him?" Natalie looked at Vachon, who just shrugged. He tamed his hair into somehow fitting under a wig of short blond hair, and wore a black Armani suit that made him look like... LaCroix. Natalie bit off a giggle, and settled for smirking. "Nice threads," she said. If he hadn't been a vampire, Vachon would have blushed. "I, uh, had 'em lying 'round. Needed to find something to wear, you know? Nice toga, by the way." Natalie smoothed the black fabric of the toga, and fluffed her temporarily black hair. "Thanks. I just felt inspired. Know what I mean?" Again, she smirked at Vachon's outfit. "Yeah. Uh, look, I'm gonna go get something to drink, you ladies want anything?" Tracy answered for them both. "No thanks, Vachon. We're good." As Vachon headed for the bar, Tracy reached into her basket again, this time pulling out a green plastic bottle that had a clear, dark red drink in it. "I ran into this woman outside - she called herself the Caffiene Priestess - she said you'd want some of this. What is it?" Nat looked at the bottle, and groaned. "It's Mountain Myst. That strange woman was Libby. She keeps telling me that caffiene and sugar are the way to discovering my dark side. All it's done so far is make me really hyper. You can have it." "You sure? Cool!" Tracy opened the bottle, and took a deep drink. "WHOA! That'll get you going!" She giggled. "Oooohh, I think I just saw Nick over there. 'Bye Nat." Before Nat could find out where "over there" was, Tracy had bounded off, muttering something about heart conditions and diabetes. She jumped when someone spoke from behind her. "You do realize what you may have just set loose upon Toronto, don't you Doctor Lambert?" Natalie turned to see LaCroix, not expecting him to be in costume, and was shocked to see he was. He had dyed his blond hair brown, was wearing a button down shirt, a grey cardigan sweater, tan slacks and deck shoes. "LaCroix? Who are you supposed to be?" "It is of no importance," he scowled, annoyed because no one had been able to figure out who he was dressed as. "Your costume, on the other hand is very nice - although not many togas have such short lengths." Indeed, her toga was short - a good six inches above her knee, and showing a lot of creamy white skin. "I am looking for Nicholas. Have you seen him?" "No. I was just about to go look for..." she trailed off, and began staring at a point just over LaCroix's shoulder. "Dr. Lambert?" "Oh_my_God," Natalie said. "LaCroix, I think you may want to turn around." Half expecting a hunter at his back, LaCroix spun around to see Nicholas approaching them. "My heavens, Nicholas! That is quite a costume you are wearing! Did you order it from Gentleman's Quaterly?" "Nick?" Natalie said, shocked beyond comprehenshion, but slowly heading towards a bought of major giggles. "What -are- you wearing?" Nick smiled. "You like it? I thought I'd go for something different this year. Getting the sunburn just right was the hardest part." Nick was dressed as a tourist. He was wearing flip-flops, black socks, Hawaiian print shorts and shirt that didn't match, and a big floppy straw hat. Around his neck hung a large camera and a pair of sunglasses. And his skin was the color of a freshly cooked lobster - except for around his eyes, which was his normal pale color in the shape of the lenses of his sunglasses. "Excuse me," Natalie said, "I need to go find Tracy. She has my drink." And then she ran off into the crowd. Natalie was hoping that Mountain Myst would help her to remember that mental image of nick always. "Uhm, LaCroix? Who are you supposed to be?" Nick asked. "Never mind that. I would like to talk with you. I have been thinking that it is time to move on again, and would like for you, and yes, Dr. Lambert too, to join me." "What do you mean?" Nick asked, suspicious of LaCroix's motives. "Well, I just wanted to asked you... won't you be my neighbor?" -end- comments, bags of sugar, caffiene pills, and psyciatric help to write4knight@hotmail.com