Date: 96-10-30 04:48:00 EST Poster: Liz Subject: Halloween Hell (1/1) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ - Err hi this is my first bit of fan fiction so don't judge it to harshly. I'm actually in the middle of a long story but it wasn't cooperating so heres a bit of nonsense I wrote insted. Comments etc to E.Andrew@sheffield.ac.uk Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I borowed them from TPTB of forever knight, after all they did try and kill them all. Halloween Hell (1/1) He didn't want to be here. To be truthful, he could think of several million places he'd rather be than here, such as: the desert at 2:00 on an August afternoon; A convention of Van Helsing wanabies; In an Italian restaurant eating garlic pasta with garlic bread and garlic ice cream; In the loving arms of his master....Anywhere just not here and most definitely not now. His world was falling apart, his life suddenly seemed even more worthless than before, and for once he was not going to take the blame, or more accurately heap the blame on himself. He would find out who's idea this was and then that person would die slowly and painfully, human blood is after all the healthy option. At that moment Schanke jumped in front of Nick, his face rammed up so close they where eye ball to eye ball, and bared his fangs at Nick. Nick jumped back about four foot fighting desperately to suppress his instinctive reaction to the intrusion, a reaction that would have sent Schanke flying across the room with large fang marks in his neck. "Come on partner lighten, up enjoy yourself, even Janette's having a good time." Schanke spat at him through his fangs, or at least that's what Nick thought he said, although it came out in what can only be described as fangese. To emphasise his point he whacked Nick across the back, hard, pushing him in Janette's direction. Janette was most definitely having a good time. In fact Janette looked distinctly like she was going to kill someone, and, well she had plenty of options. She was at the bar, her fangs very, very obviously displayed, and scattered around her were the remains of hundreds of burnt matches and torn up match books. Nick smiled at her discomfort and it served to lighten his mood somewhat. She was after all partly responsible for this, she'd said yes. He'd tried to warn her, told her no, pleaded with her, begged and promised things that were probably biologically impossible, and definitely illegal this century, but no Janette knew best. Janette thought it would be fun, amusing. Well it was not. Nick turned to Schanke and bared his own white fangs, then handed him a tissue as pools of salvia began to pour out his mouth. "Thangs" mumbled Schanke, to Nick's quickly retreating form. As he neared Janette, she leapt up grabbing him by both shoulders and shoving him hard into a darker corner of the club. She looked up her eyes gold, edging to red, and hissed at him. "Get them out my club now!". Nick smiled as nicely as he could considering he was being garrotted by the chain holding his cloak on. He reached up and gently pried her fingers from the thick black material and straightened it across his shoulders. "Careful" he patronised "This is very old and expensive you wouldn't be able to replace it these days." At her glare he decided wisely to change tactic. "Look Janette, you said they could come here, in fact you hired the place to them at a reduced rate, this is not my problem." She growled in response, and looked as though she was going to take a very large chunk out of him and shred his precious cloak, when they were both alerted to the approaching figure. The figure smiled at them revealing unnaturally long pearly fangs, her eyes the most exquisite deep yellow. Nick's body instantly reacted the way any virile male vampire's would, a very very quiet low sensual growl emerged unbidden from his throat, kind of the vampire equivalent of a wolf whistle. He tried to disguise the noise as a cough, but Janette noticed and turned back to him eyebrows raised, and a grin on her face that indicated she was beginning to enjoy herself again. "Err...Captain...I...err..." He stammered trying to regain some measure of composure. "I wasn't expecting you...I mean.." He gave up. Cohen smiled "Delectif.." She stopped, reached up, and removed her fangs. "Nick, Miss DuCharme. We were actually on our way to the Mayor's Masquerade Ball." she paused to indicate the Pirate stood nervously by the bar amid a sea of nearly to two hundred Vampire Cops. "But I thought I'd pop in and check you were all behaving and not giving the precinct a bad name." Janette smiled graciously taking upon herself to respond as Nick seem to still be fighting the urge to bite his captain, in the nicest possible way of course. "Their behaving wonderfully, don't worry, Nicholas and I will keep half an eye on them." She stroked Nick's neck and shoulders repeatedly, effectively shattering his control and ruining his reputation in one deft move. Cohen smiled knowingly at Janette, her normally pale star detective was pink and looking very, very much in need of something (like a cold shower). "I'll go and mingle, and leave you two in peace." she said to Janette, Nick by this stage well out of the conversation, in fact well out of his mind. Then Cohen extracted her self for the couple and headed off across the room towards Schanke and a group of Vice Vampires. Janette tightened her grip on Nick's neck digging her long nails in. Leaning close she whispered lightly, "Go after her, cher, did you see the way she bared her fangs at you, the Pirate obviously isn't her type." She bowed her head to his neck and licked the blood form the shallow scratches she made, then was gone, her mood obviously much improved. Nick sat down heavily trying to maintain control as Natalie approached, fortunately the green fangs she was wearing were a definite turn off. _______________ Hours later Nick lay in a state of semi-consciousness in the back room of the Raven. Janette had not allowed him to share her bed, drunk vampires didn't make good house guests. Also he was very much out of the good books and being held entirely responsible for the destruction of her club. The only reason he'd been allowed to stay at all was that Alma had been spiking his drinks and he wasn't safe to be let on the streets. Things had gone dramatically down hill for Nick and ultimately the sanctity of the night, as Janette's mood rose. It started when she'd instigated party games, to be exact vampire truth or dare. This mainly consisted of 150 cops dressed as vampires drinking vast quantities of red wine, baring fangs and growling, while revealing various filthy and embarrassing stories about each other. (No one seemed to think about what this would do to the aggression levels of the only real male vampire in the room.) Or at least that's how it started. After about half an hour it was more like 150 cops dressed as vampires drinking while Janette revealed various filthy and embarrassing stories about Detective Nick `Enigma' Knight. The stories themselves weren't that bad if taken in context, but Janette had, for obvious reasons removed the context. This meant the 767 years worth of stories were compressed into Janette and Nick's `college years'. Another thing how could Nick defend himself, and explain that any animals present were there solely for the purpose of a mid-romp snack. To make matters worse Nick was sure that Cohen and her Pirate were still there for the story involving Nick, Janette, several vampires long since dead, and a literal barn yard of animals. That's why Nick had been alone at the bar drinking while Alma spiked his `wine'. A then very drunk Nick caused the evening to end early, and in mass destruction. The fight had started during a short break in one of Janette's stories, when a rather merry Edwards from vice approached a certain drunk brooding vampire. This in its self would have been fine. The mistake was made when Edwards bared a set of inch and half glow in the dark pink fangs, and insulted the size of `Nympho super cop's' own pair, failing realise how attached to them Nick actually was. The reaction was immediate, though fortunately for Edwards, Nick aimed for the more blurry vice vampire on the left, and the blow was only glancing to the real one. But the resulting inter-departmental battle trashed the Raven, and put Janette's mood back where it'd been at the beginning of the evening. Fortunately people began to leave then as most of Vice took Edwards with his broken jaw, and several others with lesser injures, to casualty, along with fifteen homicide detectives, and two traffic cops caught in the cross fire. The remaining partygoers took one look at Janette, who had Nick what looked to be a soon-to-be-fatal strangle hold, a wooden chair leg in one hand, and left rapidly. There would never be another police Halloween party again. Now all round the city, in various beds, and hospital waiting rooms, were cops wondering weather they should ever go to work again. Their embarrassment though was nothing compared to a certain semi-conscious vampire planning a new life away from Toronto. And faintly in on dawn breeze a certain blonde vampire could be heard laughing hysterically. The night couldn't have gone better for some. THE END Liz.