Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 00:08:49 -0700 From: Miranda LaCroix Subject: Forever Popsicles (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Forever Knight is owned by Columbia/Tristar/Sony Permission to archive at www.fkfanfic.com Will be archived at: http://miranda.bradet.com/fk/fkfanfic/ I must get this out of my head b4 I sleep. Who inspired this? I must say Tanasi, Cousin Helene, and Starbrite aka Jenn Colbert Helene, you got your lickable LC , oh and Chloe aka Jellyjar girl had a part in this too :) Forever Popsicles (01/01) Nat entered the local fast stop place to pick up some items that she needed for her house. "Deodorant, mouthwash, toothpaste..." she mumbled as she skimmed through the list in the toiletries aisle of the store. *WHAM* Nat jumped back at that instant and looked to see who she crashed into. Tracy Vetter sat on the ground a little dazed, her bags of chips all over the floor. "Something wrong, Natalie?" she asked with a grin. Natalie held out a hand which Tracy took and pulled her up back on to her feet. "No," Natalie replied shaking her head. "I was just too busy thinking." Tracy lifted an eyebrow. "Thinking.. that's something I haven't done in awhile." Natalie chuckled softly. "Busy on the job, eh?" Tracy nodded, picking up the chips. "So, what are you doing here?" "Probably what you are doing. Picking up a few things before I head home," Natalie replied taking a pack of gum and placing it in the pile she was holding. Tracy shrugged as she grabbed a soft drink from the fridge. "Exactly." Natalie quickly relieved her pile at the counter by the cashier's machine. The clerk look at her with an odd look and then typed in all the numbers. "That'll be thirty-seven dollars and twenty-seven cents, Miss," she told Natalie with a smile. Natalie reached in her pocket fishing out her wallet when she saw popsicles in the frozen food freezer. "Wait a sec," she told the clerk and then went over to the freezer. Her hands trembled as she opened the freezer and took one of the popsicles out. The wrapper was completely black with writing in an odd ghoulish style font. The words: "Forever Popsicles" was printed in bloody red. In gold, the words: "Nicholas Knight style" was printed in a classy cursive font. Tracy came by to Natalie. "Nat, you have to go and pay for your.. oh my goodness, what the heck is that??!!!" Tracy demanded, yanking the popsicle out of Natalie's hand. "Bovine flavoured?" she wondered, reading the label. "Made by Vampire Foods Inc??!!!" Natalie shook her head and took out a Javier Vachon and held it in front of Tracy. "Spanish peanut flavoured," she grinned. "Hey cashier!" Tracy hollered from the freezer. "How many different Forever Pops are there?" "One thousand two hundred and twenty-eight," the cashier replied as she typed in another customer's order. Tracy shook her head as she took out another popsicle with only two fingers. "Screed style, rat flavoured.. ECHHHH," she commented. Natalie put a hand on Tracy's shoulder. "Let's just buy them all for their sake." Tracy nodded putting what she had wanted to buy back. They grabbed a whole bunch of varied popsicles in their arms, and dropped them on to the cashier's counter. The cashier eyed the two women weirdly. "You want to buy *ALL* of them?" the cashier asked. Natalie nodded furiously as she watched the cashier count the popsicles. "That'll be five hundred sixty-three dollars then," she said uneasily. The two women forked over the cash quickly, then ran out with the bags of popsicles into their cars to speed off to the Raven. A vampire in a long black slendor leather trenchcoat stepped inside the store and went to the freezer. "Miss, where are all the Forever Popsicles?" he asked, a light Roman accent fading through. "Two whacko ladies just came in and sold us out," the cashier replied reorganizing a rack of magazines. The former Roman general shook his head, swearing under his breath. "How about Mortal Popsicles?" "Next freezer beside you," the cashier told the man. The man turned to the next freezer and pulled out a White Rose Style, white chocolate purity blood flavoured popsicle named: "Fleur". Setting it down at the cashier, he rummaged through the newspapers messing up the pile again. The cashier sighed and typed in the numbers. "Two dollars fifty cents," she told him. He nodded with a smile, gave the cashier a blue five dollar bill and stepped out of the door. Climbing into his sleek black jaguar, he headed to the Raven, to begin his role as "The NightCrawler" for the night. The personalized license plate: "LaCroix" gleamed on the back of the elegant car as he sped off into the night. ~Finis~ Miranda fleurdebrabant@cybergal.com http://miranda.bradet.com "Americans SURF! Canadians CANOE!"