From KerrRaven@AOL.COMTue Apr 23 10:54:15 1996 Date: Sat, 20 Apr 1996 01:25:04 -0400 From: Diane Shea To: Multiple recipients of list FKFIC-L Subject: Fwd: Janette's Birthday 1\1 Ironically, my first post to FKFIC would not be a story of my own. Soon though, soon, (yeah right.) I'm forwarding this for Janette Z., so just ignore me. All comments should go to her address, not mine. --------------------- Forwarded message: Subj: Janette's Birthday 1\1 Date: 96-04-17 01:13:19 EDT From: Janette92 To: KerrRaven Author's Notes: Today is Geraint Wyn Davies Birthday, and, as some of you know, it is also MY birthday, so I thought I'd give my namesake a birthday on April 20th too!!! I've been told by all of my beta-readers that this is a shameless teaser for my Seducer story "History" which has reached over 150 pages, and is still going!!! Anything that I refer to as happening last month actually happens at some point or another in "History." Thank you: Amy, Diane and Monica for beta-reading, it's much appreciated. Hope you enjoy, flames, praises, and virtual assortments of alcoholic beverages (21st birthday!) to me please at Janette92@aol.com Janette's Birthday 1\1 by Janette Zeitler Janette found herself unable to concentrate that evening, her eyes wandering restlessly around the club. She couldn't seem to get it out of her mind, that this day was the day she had been brought across -- or, at least, as close as any day on the modern calendar came. Normally she felt nothing on this day; usually she didn't even notice it. But today, this year, she did. Maybe because it was exactly 900 years ago, maybe just because, but it weighed on her mind, along with that same unanswered question. {{Why did you bring me across? What possible reason could you have to condemn me to this darkness?}} And then when she had asked him again, only a month before {{You never answered my question. Why DID you bring me across?}} She took a sip from her glass of blood-wine, and closed her eyes in thought. And then she sensed her master. Janette turned and looked at him. "LaCroix?" she asked. "I sense that you are troubled by something," he told her, a hand on her shoulder. Janette looked down at her hands, twirling the blue sapphire ring LaCroix had given her last month around her finger. "Troubled?" she asked. "Perhaps a little." For some reason Janette felt a lot more comfortable with him lately. "About?" he asked her, almost sympathetically. Janette gave a slight shrug. "I'm not sure, exactly. Just the same old things I suppose." "Like?" Janette did not want to answer him, so she took a sip from her glass, a LONG sip, hoping he'd go away. But, of course, he did not. "Like I said, I'm not sure. Perhaps I'm having a mid-life crisis," she joked with a weak smile. LaCroix did not appreciate her sense of humor. "What is it, Janette?" He asked, his tone warning. Janette sighed, "It does not matter," she said again, a bit stubbornly. She kissed him on the cheek, "What matters is it's my birthday, or at least my birth-to-immortality day, and I am going to go have some fun!" She headed towards the dance floor but LaCroix caught her hand before she could escape. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me what is on your mind," he said, in no uncertain terms. "Why should you care?" She allowed a hint of jealousy to enter her voice. "Shouldn't you be following Nicolas around?" LaCroix simply looked at her, his grip on her hand tightening. Janette gave another sigh, "All right," she said, yanking her hand away forcibly. "I'm just wondering why, that's all, as usual." "Why what?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. Janette looked down, and then back up at him. "Why. Why you brought me across." "I thought we took care of THAT a month ago," LaCroix said. "Took care of it? You ignored me completely until we arrived at your home, how is that "taking care of it?"" "The subject is closed, my dear," LaCroix told her, and turned to go. Janette, feeling a bit brave, reached out her hand and grasped his before he could leave. "Why won't you just tell me? Was it on a whim, just for fun? Was there a REASON to it?" LaCroix pulled his hand away from her grasp, "Yes, there was," he said, and left. Janette leaned against the counter and sighed. {{I'll make him answer me one of these days,}} she thought to herself. She raised her glass into the air, "Happy birthday," she said aloud, and drank the rest of the blood-wine in one uncharacteristic gulp.