Return-Path: Date: Thu, 5 Mar 1998 00:12:05 PST Reply-To: kturner Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: kturner Subject: Submission: Kody - A Forever Knight interpretation To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Submission: Kody-A Forever Knight interpertation (1/1) Disclaimers: This is my first attempt to post fanfic. Please let me know if I do this= wrong. Forever Knight and the characters: Nick, Natalie and LaCroix belong to = a lot of other people that aren't me. Hey, I would have treated them lot= s better. Lots. This is not for profit and strictly for the enjoyment = of fans of Forever Knight. The song Kody doesn't belong to me either, it belongs to Matchbox 20 and = their PTB. Kody by Matchbox 20 from the cd: yourself or someone like you copyright 1996 Permission granted to archive at www.fkfanfic.com, anyone else please ask= . Flatterly will get you everywhere.; ) o.k., here we go..... Kody (A Forever Knight interpretation) by Shelia Turner c. 1998 he watched the light shine down on the broken glass, and thought well, I don't got no reasons, yet and there it is and there it was ... The silence was deafening. And almost all the panes were broken now. The clear glass intermingling with the opaque green of the bottles lying = shattered on the floor. Bottles shattered in and around the fireplace. Shattered under the window. And the silence was deafening. now it was clear to all of us we kept this hat of broken dreams... She was so warm. "I'm not afraid." Her hand against his cheek. Against his chest. So warm. And her eyes. So full of life. So full of love. For him. She loved him. She was so warm and she loved him. Loved him. And the silence was deafening. so please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now and please give me direction, I think the hurt set in... "I love her." The statement was simple. What more could be said? "And ... And she loves me." His arms tightened around her and he turned his face away. Away from the all knowing eyes of his father. "Loved me." The last came out a sob and Nick laid his head against Natalie's; golden = curls against chestnut. The silence was deafening. and I don't feel nothing, yet... She was so warm. His hand trembled slightly, but his touch was gentle as he ran his finger= tips across the curve of her lips. She was so warm. "She loved me LaCroix. She loved me." The silence was deafening. and if you've never heard that silence, it's a God awful sound so please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now... The silence was deafening. Please. No. Oh sweet Jesus. No. She was so warm. Couldn't stop. The silence was deafening. Too much. She was so warm. No. Please. No. Not like this. The silence was deafening. and please give me direction, I think I just caved in and I don't feel nothing... He thrummed in time with her heartbeat. So warm. It surrounded him and he lost himself in it. So warm. Drowning in the scents, the sounds, the flavors of her life as they fille= d him. and I don't feel nothing and I don't feel nothing... He could touch her. She was so warm. Touch her the way he always wanted to. Always longed to. And she could touch him. She was so warm. there's nothing to feel good about here... Her acceptance. She was so warm. Her love. More intoxicating than any other that he had ever tasted. She was so warm. She called to him and he came joyously. To the warmth. Falling into the oblivion of her blood. She was so warm. And the silence was deafening. well I've seen a lot of good things die and I'm in an over emotional way... Nicholas. The word was soft but it broke through. Broke through the deafening silence. Broke through the pain and the crashing of yet another bottle. Nick snarled like a wounded animal and blindly reached out. Oh, she was so warm. so please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now and please give me direction, I think the hurt set in... "Please." The word was a whisper. An invocation. And the blue eyes that looked up at him were so full of anguish. What could be said? "I would help you. If I could." LaCroix placed his hand on Nick's should= er and felt him flinch in denial. Please. She was so warm and ... Nick turned and buried his face in the cool silk of LaCroix's shirt. What could be done? What could a father do? yeah, please hand me the bottle, well I think I'm lonely now I'm lonely now I'm lonely now hold me now oh, hold me now and please give me direction, I think I just caved in... And the silence is deafening. fin Shelia Turner kturner@sun-spot.com Sacred High Priestess of the Holy Fang Boy Comments, questions and helpful hints otherwise are greatly appreciated. = Note: I didn't use all the lyrics of this song, just a portion. What' s really funny is that I didn't use the one line that originally = made me think of this little story/poem/thingy. it was : I don't get off on all the broken glass, the cadillac scene