Usual disclaimers. Don't own 'em, wish I did. Permission to archive granted to any Dark Perk, and to Mel at the www.fkfic.com site, all others must ask. Enjoy! Mutual Acquaintances By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins) 10-98 As soon as Tracy entered the Church, she knew that something was wrong. Even from the door she could see the flicker candlelight and smell the melting wax, and she knew Vachon was still out of town. But much more unsettling than that, was that she could almost 'feel' a presence inside the Church. A peculiar prickling sensation along the back of her mind, it was a strangely familiar sensation, like right before Vachon would jump out at her, only slightly different. Moving with practiced ease, Tracy silently pulled her gun and crept towards the main chamber. She didn't have to look very hard before she saw him; there, sitting in the front pew was a man she'd thought long since dead, the Inca. Tracy straightened her stance slightly and drew a shallow breath, pressing herself against the interior doorframe. At first she wasn't sure what to do, he hadn't noticed her yet, maybe she should just leave? But suddenly he turned and looked at her. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were dark. Darker even than Vachon's, and twice as haunted. Sighing, Tracy re-holstered her gun. "Waiting for Vachon?" She asked lightly. "Yes." She looked around the dark church, as if she expected the former Conquistador to be hiding behind the vestibule. Of course he wasn't. She would have felt him. Tracy walked slowly and deliberately down the aisle, she curbed the impulse to cross herself and slid into the pew beside him. Casually, yet careful to keep her eyes on anything except the vampire next to her, she commented, "I thought you were dead." The Inca turned in his seat and stared at her profile, "And I thought you knew nothing of the Spaniard." "That was before," Tracy shrugged and glanced at him, "This is now." "Yes." He nodded, as if that were a very deep sentiment. "As for my death," The Inca mimicked her shrug, "Rumors of my untimely demise were-" "Greatly exaggerated?" Tracy finished for him with a small smile. "Funny, I thought you blew up into itsy-bitsy little undead pieces." That earned her a slightly amused look. "No." "No." Tracy repeated, then turned her gaze back to the pulpit. "Why are you here Tracy Vetter?" The Inca asked after several moments of silence. Tracy shrugged, "Saw the light on, thought maybe Vachon was back early." "Back? Did he go somewhere?" The Inca frowned. "Vegas, with Screed." Tracy rubbed her hands together briskly, it sure was cold in here tonight. "They're supposed to be back around next Tuesday." "He told you this?" The Inca looked at her incredulously. Tracy straightened, "You think he lied?" "No," He shook his head, "It's just not like the Spaniard to make such promises." "Oh," Tracy turned back to again ponder the pulpit. Again, a strained silence fell between them. "You've changed him," The man beside her said suddenly. "What?!" Tracy twisted around to face him. "What do you mean by that?" "I have heard things." The Inca stated, as if that explained everything. "What 'things,'" Tracy's eyes narrowed. "He…helps you." The Inca said slowly, "Acts as he always should have. Protects the innocent, punishes the guilty. You brought that out in him, as I never could." Tracy gave the Inca a considering look, "I don't think that's entirely true." She sighed and leaned back in the pew heavily. As the Inca made no comment, Tracy tried to explain, "He does it…more as a hobby than anything else." She closed her eyes and sighed again, "To impress me." Another beat of silence. "You are wise beyond your years Tracy Vetter," The Inca mumbled. "No, just realistic," She said, then, realizing she was telling this to what most would consider a mythical creature, added with a slightly lopsided grin, "Well, as much as I can be." The Inca said nothing at that, but rose to his feet and turned to face her. Tracy had to crane her neck to look up at him. Some part of her knew she should be afraid, after all, he was a bloodsucking fiend. But on the other hand, was there ever a more noble vampire than the Inca? His quest was…well, very much what she'd dedicated her own life to, wasn't it? She found she couldn't fear him, so she just calmly stared up into his unfathomable eyes and waited for him to make the next move. Like a chess game between two equally matched players, she waited, her mind at the ready. He stared back at her for a long while but in the end all he said was, "Until we meet again Tracy Vetter." He bowed to her slightly, then launched himself into the air, disappearing into the darken rafters above, to exit through the bell tower high above Tracy supposed. "'Til next we meet." Tracy echoed. She climbed to her feet and pulled her coat around herself tightly. She stared up into the darkness for a moment, before moving silently towards the door. There she paused and glanced back over her shoulder. With another sigh, this one filled with a sort of tolerant amusement, she turned and walked back into the main room. Then she began extinguishing the candles the Inca had lit, unaware of the eyes staring down at her from above. >>>>>>>>> Yes, there will be a sequel! No need to ask! Send all comments and reasons I should stop messing with the church to anteros@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] rom anteros@juno.com Sat Jan 9 14:50:23 1999 Return-Path: Received: from m19.boston.juno.com (m19.boston.juno.com [205.231.100.190]) by pulsar.skyport.net (8.8.8/8.8.8) with ESMTP id OAA07008 for ; Sat, 9 Jan 1999 14:50:23 -0500 Received: (from anteros@juno.com) by m19.boston.juno.com (queuemail) id DYJYAMYX; Sat, 09 Jan 1999 14:50:51 EST To: FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1999 12:40:02 -0700 Subject: Relativity (1/1) Message-ID: <19990109.125733.6606.17.anteros@juno.com> X-Mailer: Juno 1.49 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 1,4-9,15-16,19,21,23,25,28-29,31,36-37,39-40,43-44, 47,50,52,54,56-57,59-60,62-63,69,72-73,81,83,86,89-90,92,94,98, 101,103,106,108,110,112,114-115,118 From: anteros@juno.com (Cousin Mary) Okay, you're all going to get a weird story right now. Post AtA, LK didn't happen. This is an odd one. Disclaimers: I don't own them, I think, however, they might have some legal claim on me by now :-) Any DP can archive this wherever they want, Mel can put it on the www.fkfic.com site, all others please ask. Enjoy! Relativity (1/1) By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins) Jan. 1999 Detective Tracy Vetter slowly trudged up the steps to the North Side Junior High Auditorium. She was just getting off a twelve-hour shift and was exhausted, since switching to the day shift two years ago she seemed to end up working a lot more hours. But despite her exhaustion and despite the headache threatening to form behind her eyes, she'd come. She'd had to, she'd promised. "Tracy! Over here!" Tracy scanned the crowd and spotted her friend Myra Schanke, smiling she walked over and took the spot the chubby brunette had saved for her. "Am I late?" "No," Myra shook her head, "They're always late starting these kinds of things, we'll be lucky if we're out of here by ten." "I've been up since five." Tracy groaned, slumping in her chair, "Hey, Think they have any coffee?" Myra chuckled, "No, just that god-awful 'orange drink' of theirs." "Oh geez, hope I make it through the whole thing," Tracy gave a lopsided grin, "The girls will kill me if I fall asleep during their big scene!" "And if you do, I'll help!" The friends shared a laugh. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the principle came out on the stage, there was light applause. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and thank-you all for coming," Principal Livingston smiled, "I just want to say that this presentation of 'Dracula,' came about after a lot of hard work by the Drama Club, a lot went into this production, a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Especially blood." The audience groaned good naturally at the pun. "But enough of that, without further ado," The principal went on, "Let's start the show!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The play was a rousing success, even though Van Helsing did forget his line a couple of times and Dracula tripped over his cape during the final scene. Mina and Lucy were just wonderful! When the house lights came up the entire crowd was on their feet. "Bravo! Bravo!" Tracy shouted, turning to Myra she whispered, "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a 'Dracula' where Lucy and Mina kill the vampire and Lucy gets cured." Myra shrugged and continued clapping, "So the club got to rewrite it a bit, made it ten times better if you ask me. Wasn't Jenny a great Mina?" "Yes she was," Tracy beamed, then the curtains opened and the entire cast stood there, basking in their parent's attention. When the two leads, Mina and Lucy, stepped forward, the crowd shouted the approval. "Brava! Brava!" The two 14 year-olds joined hands, smiled hugely and turned bright red, almost forgetting to take their bows. "Girls!" Myra shouted, "Over here!" The girls looked and Myra snapped a picture. The girls would be seeing spots for awhile after that one. Tracy leaned in and whispered, "I want a copy of that." "You got it," Myra beamed, rolling the film forward for another shot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later, after most of the crowd had left, Tracy and Myra went back stage to congratulate the stars. The cast stood around the back, most had changed out of their costumes and into their usual clothes. It looked sort of odd with the elaborate hair and make-ups most still boasted, but everyone was having much too good of a time to worry about anything like that. "Mom!" Jenny squealed, launching herself into her mom's arms the minute she spotted her, "Did you see? I got my lines perfect! I didn't even mess up when Greg botched his!" Myra laughed, "You were great sweety!" Tracy scanned the crowd, looking for one kid in particular. At last she spotted her near the corner, looking slightly out of place as always. Tracy sighed, no matter she'd just triumphed as Lucy, now she was firmly back in her shell. Her foster daughter was always the outcast, no matter how much the other kids liked her. Standing there in her Daria T-shirt and baggy jeans she looked just like all the other kids, but Tracy knew she still didn't -feel- like any of the other kids. Tracy smiled and walked over to her, "You were great honey, world class and beyond!" The girl smiled slightly, then glanced over to were her best friend, Jenny, was hugging her mom, then, as if remembering her lines, stepped forward and stiffly hugged Tracy. Tracy held her tight, and kept holding her until she felt her relax into her arms and really start hugging her back, "You were wonderful honey, I mean it." The girl pulled back and smiled, "I was pretty good, huh?" Tracy beamed, "Too bad they don't give Emmys for junior high plays, otherwise you'd be a shoe-in!" The girl laughed, launching herself into her foster mom's arms for another hug. Tracy smiled, enjoying the rare sight of her daughter actually happy and carefree. The poor girl had been through so much before she met her, so much she blamed herself for, sometimes she wondered if she could ever live the normal life Tracy wanted so much for her. Tracy shrugged off her depressing musings and pulled her daughter away to look at her, "Hey kiddo, the Schankes invited us to go for ice cream with them to celebrate, want to go?" The girl's eyes brightened for a moment, then she frowned, "But don't you have to be up early? Maybe we should-" "Nah," Tracy grinned, "So I'll need more coffee than usual tomorrow morning, I think we need to whoop it up for tonight, after all, it's not every night I find out my daughter is a world class thespian!" The girl grinned, brushing her mousy brown bangs out of her eyes, "So you really thought I did good Mom?" "Wonderful!" Tracy nodded, "Now come on, we need to get to Baskin Robins before they run out of my mocha fudge ripple!" The girl laughed and gathered up her coat and backpack, then she turned and looked back at Tracy, "I love you Mom." Tracy smiled, pulling her into yet another hug, "I love you too Divia." >>>>>>>>>>>>> Just to make it clear, Divia's a mortal now and she goes to school with Jenny. Comments and requests for sequels (not so subtle hint ) to anteros@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] rom anteros@juno.com Sat Jan 9 14:50:23 1999 Return-Path: Received: from m19.boston.juno.com (m19.boston.juno.com [205.231.100.190]) by pulsar.skyport.net (8.8.8/8.8.8) with ESMTP id OAA07011 for ; Sat, 9 Jan 1999 14:50:23 -0500 Received: (from anteros@juno.com) by m19.boston.juno.com (queuemail) id DYJYAL2A; Sat, 09 Jan 1999 14:50:50 EST To: FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1999 12:38:16 -0700 Subject: The Chosen (1/1) Message-ID: <19990109.125732.6606.9.anteros@juno.com> X-Mailer: Juno 1.49 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 3,5-10,13-14,18,21,23,25,27,29,37,41,43,54,57,60,63, 65-66,68,74,78,87,94,103,110,113,115,117-118,120 From: anteros@juno.com (Cousin Mary) Usual disclaimers, I don't own 'em, I'd like to but I don't. No money is being made, just sleep lost. Any and all Dark Perks have my permission to archive this wherever they'd like, Mel can put it on the www.fkfic.com site, all others can drop me a note at anteros@juno.com. In this story Janette never left Toronto and HF will never happen. Enjoy! The Chosen By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins) June 1998 Tracy entered the Raven and plopped herself down at the end of the bar, she was looking for Vachon, but since he wasn't here she thought she might as well have a drink. "Hello ma petite." Tracy glanced up at the elegant woman behind the bar, she must be the owner, Janette Du Charme. Tracy had done her homework, she knew who and what she was, of course, that wasn't any reason not to be friendly. "Hello." "What can I get for you?" Janette smiled down at the sunny blonde, she didn't usually serve any of her customers, but in this case, she'd make an exception. "Just a beer please," Tracy said politely, reaching for her wallet. "No need for that my dear," Waving her hand dismissivly, Janette placed a mug of ale on the bar. "You're money's no good here." Tracy raised a brow, it wouldn't take a detective to realise something odd was going on. "And why is that? Have we met?" Janette smiled again, "No, but I know -of- you Tracy Vetter, I have been following your career." Tracy eyed the woman warily, a fan than? She had a few, her name appeared in the papers often enough, plus after her appearance on the Jerry Tate show some woman had actually gotten together and formed a fan club. Though this woman certainly didn't seem the type to ask her to speak to her support group or self-defence class. Tracy lifted her mug and took a sip of her beer, it was warm, just the way she liked it, her brand too. Strange that this woman should know that. "Have you?" She asked calmly. "You have no idea for how long," Janette picked a piece of lint off Tracy shoulder and smoothed a bit of loose hair behind her ear, there, perfect. "My name is Janette Du Charme, and I own this establishment." Tracy nodded, not indicating she had noticed the woman's touch at all, "I know who you are." She said simply. Janette was momentarily taken aback. 'Well,' she thought with amusement, 'Haven't I learned by now to never underestimate this one?' Another small smile curved her lips as she remembered the first time she'd seen Tracy Vetter, six years ago, a rookie cop, so intent on saving the world. For a very long time she had considered bringing this young woman into the night, long before she had been partnered with her Nicholah. But when she'd discovered her Tracy had learned of their kind, and indeed become involved with one of them (someone named Vachon she thought) well then, the decision had been made for her. She would not let her protégé die under some clumsy fledgling's ministrations. "I have an offer for you ma petite." Ever so calmly, Tracy took another sip of her beer, than placed the mug back on the bar, centring it perfectly on its coaster. "And will I like this offer?" Janette reached out her hand and with one sharp nail scratched across Tracy's jaw line, collecting a bit of blood on one pale finger. "I think so." To her credit, Tracy didn't even flinch. As she watched the vampire draw the blood into her mouth and sigh with pleasure, she knew what was coming. "You want to bring me across. Why?" Janette shrugged elegantly, "I have been watching you for a very long time my young one, you are meant to be of me." "This is fate then?" Tracy asked flippantly. Janette narrowed her eyes a bit, but then smiled, "If you like." Tracy sat there just staring, letting the blood drip down her throat and wondering almost idly why she wasn't upset by the prospect of being brought across. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed several other vampires were watching them closely, including Miklos, the usual bartender. There was probably no way she was going to get out of this alive, and at this point, she wasn't even sure she wanted to. "You were always meant for something more," Janette continued. Oddly enough she felt the urge to stop her from bleeding, folding a napkin she held it momentarily across the scratch until Tracy conceded to hold it herself. "Surely you know that." Tracy was coming to the stunning realisation that she -wanted- to be a vampire. It had nothing to do with love, she didn't want to be a vampire so she could be with Vachon. It didn't have anything to do with honour or nobility either, though she'd like to think she'd try to be as moral as her undead partner if she did come across. No, this was for herself, the immortality, the ties to the supernatural, that was what drew her to their world. Tracy lifted eyes she hadn't realised she'd dropped and regarded the woman before her intently. "It's tempting." She mumbled. "Of course it is," Janette mouthed, she hadn't realised until now that she'd forgotten to breathe. She had been watching this one for so very long, she was everything she wanted in a daughter: brave, selfless, a sense of honour that rivalled even Nicholah. From her first kill as a rookie when she'd taken out a sniper at the mayor's speech, to the day she'd realised her partner was a vampire, Tracy's every reaction had been exquisite. Never had she wanted to make someone her child so much. Tracy pulled the napkin away from her jaw and looked down at it, the bleeding had stopped. The blood had seeped into the paper and made a rather interesting blot, if she tried to interpret it would she learn something? Shaking off such musings, Tracy looked back up her would-be master. She wanted to be brought across, she'd already realised that. But was this woman the one to do it? Did it really matter -who- brought you across? Vachon seemed to be friends more than anything else with his fledglings, but then again, Vachon and the Inca had seemed to remember their own master with almost religious devotion. Janette watched as Tracy continued to mull it over, slowly she began to fear that she would not choose to join her. The raven-haired beauty sent a furtive glance around the bar, too many witness out here. Maybe if she took her into the back…? Perhaps she could simply sneak her out the back door and inform everyone she had mesmerised the girl into forgetting. On the other hand, once alone with her, could she stop herself from bringing her across? So absorbed was Janette in her own thoughts, that when Tracy touched her hand, she jumped. She then looked up almost fearfully and awaited her answer. "It'd be a honour to be your daughter Janette." She smiled shyly and allowed herself to be led into the back rooms. The crowd looked on as those twin doors shut, and they knew at last, Janette had found her chosen daughter. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. Send all comments and coffin building Girl Guide merit badges to anteros@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] FFFrom anteros@juno.com Sat Jan 9 14:50:24 1999 Return-Path: Received: from m19.boston.juno.com (m19.boston.juno.com [205.231.100.190]) by pulsar.skyport.net (8.8.8/8.8.8) with ESMTP id OAA07014 for ; Sat, 9 Jan 1999 14:50:24 -0500 Received: (from anteros@juno.com) by m19.boston.juno.com (queuemail) id DYJYAM48; Sat, 09 Jan 1999 14:50:51 EST To: FKarchiver@fkfanfic.com Date: Sat, 9 Jan 1999 12:40:10 -0700 Subject: Little Tracy Hood and the Big Bad Lacroix (1/1) Message-ID: <19990109.125733.6606.18.anteros@juno.com> X-Mailer: Juno 1.49 X-Juno-Line-Breaks: 4-5,9-15,24,28,34,36-37,39-41,43,45,47,54,61-64,68, 70,73,77,81-82,89,93,98,103,105-106,108,110,112,114,116,118-120,126 From: anteros@juno.com (Cousin Mary) Here is a little bit of fluff to brighten everyone's day! I know it isn't Halloween, but I wasn't on the list in Oct., though I didn't write it then either. Anyway I like Halloween! I'm in the middle of two stories that are getting just a tad depressing, and my finals that are even more depressing so this is to make me happy again! Legal stuff, I don't own FK, if you do please forgive the scribbling of a deranged fan, as I'm not making any money but -am- losing sleep writing these. Any DP can archive this anywhere they want, and Mel can put it on the www.fkfic.com site, all others please ask. Enjoy! Little Tracy Hood and The Big Bad Lacroix By: Cousin Mary (Jenkins) Dec. 1997 Nick didn't know how it happened exactly, he suspected Natalie had volunteered him, but the precinct Halloween Party was being held in his loft! He looked around in disgust there were jack-o-lanterns on every step of his staircase. A huge buffet lay across his counter top. Paper-mache bats hung from the ceiling and the 'Monster Mash' played loudly from a scratchy record off his $20,000 home entertainment centre. Dozens of his co-workers danced all over his home. He growled under his breath, at least he'd had enough warning to clear out all the blood from the fridge! Just then Tracy and Natalie walked in. Tracy looked like some bizarre picnicker. His partner had on white peasant blouse and a knee length full blue skirt. Over it all she wore a bright red cape with a hood, she carried a picnic basket. She looked ridiculous. Natalie on the other hand…looked amazing. She'd come as a vampire, 'she has a sick sense of humor,' he chuckled. She was wearing a long tight black dress, with a plunging neckline and very high heels; she looked sort of like Morticia Addams. Her hair was loose the way he liked it, and strangely endearing little fangs peaked out of her red painted lips. Nick approached then both. "Hi Trace," He smiled at his partner, "Hi Nat, you look great!" He said in a husky voice. Natalie giggled. "You like it, huh?" She purred, "I wasn't sure…" Nick, who was dressed as Dracula himself, grinned at her. "I love it, we make quite the pair." He eyed her hungrily, "Let's dance." Tracy piped up, "Hey, what about me? Do you like my costume?" Nick answered, "Uh, yeah…Dorothy…Wizard of Oz, right?" He guessed. "No, I'm Little Red Riding Hood!" Tracy made an annoyed noise. "Forget it." She stomped off toward the kitchen. Nick looked back at Nat, who was trying not to laugh at Nick's confused look, "I guessed wrong too…she is not in a good mood." Nick sighed, "Oh, well…I'll talk to her later, see if something else is bothering her…For now, how about that dance?" As Nick and Nat cut a rug, Tracy sulked in the kitchen, chewing on a gooey bit of taffy. No one knew who she was, and worse yet, Vachon had refused to come to the party with her! He'd said it was because he didn't want to be around so many cops, but Tracy wasn't so sure. He'd been kind of distant lately and hell, why should it always be about what -he- wants? You think he could suffer one night for her. Well, she didn't need him to have a good time! Tracy looked around the room, mischief sparkling in her eyes. In the corner she spotted an elegantly dressed man she didn't know. He was all in black and looking at the assembled partygoers with distaste. He was handsome and, Tracy noticed, 'no wedding ring.' Needing no further encouragement Tracy started towards the stranger. He was near the corner, so Tracy marched up and leaned against the wall perpendicular to him. He glanced at her, with some annoyance. She ignored the look, "Hello, I'm Tracy," "Lacroix," He said. "You a friend of Nick's?" She asked. "In a manner of speaking, yes." He said, warming up a bit at the chance to complicate his son's life. He looked at the woman next to him, really seeing her for the first time. She was a fetching little thing; he eyed her costume with a little puzzlement. "I'm Little Red Riding Hood," she said in an outrageously flirtatious manner. "Wanna peak in my basket?" Lacroix stared at her. Now this was interesting. "You work with my….ah, You work with Nicholas?" He asked, his voice slightly strained as Tracy pressed herself against him. "Yep, I'm his new partner." She smiled up at him. She'd been staring at his neck; she had a great view from where she was, no pulse. He was a vampire, and she was more than a little intrigued. How did Nick know him? The ancient vampire was a bit taken aback, the lovely woman, overtly flirting with him, was a -homicide- detective? And his son's partner? It was all just a bit much. He started to laugh, and wrapped an arm around the girl at his side. "So what do you do?" She asked sweetly. Lacroix looked down at her considering, "I do a radio show on CERK, Nightwatch with the Nightcrawler," she shook her head, she'd never heard it. "I also own a club downtown, the Raven, have you ever been there?" When she shook her head, he had the urge to show it to her. He was having it redecorated and wanted to show it off a bit. And this sweet young sprite seemed like excellent company. He asked her if she'd accompany him there now. Tracy wasn't sure; she was interested, but not stupid. She wasn't just going to go off to a club with a strange vampire! But she -really- wanted to go! "You're not going to hurt me are you?" She heard herself whisper. Lacroix started. What did she know? Could she possibly…? He looked down into her eyes looking for answers, and saw only attraction and a small amount of fear. Without really knowing why he leaned down and gently kissed her. "No, I won't" He told her, and was surprised to realise he meant it. Minutes later they left the party. Nick had just finished his fourth dance with Natalie, the last one being a particularly slow one. He needed to cool down a bit before she was in his arms again. He decided to go have that talk with Tracy now. He saw her basket sitting on the corner table and went over to it. He was confused; he didn't see his new partner anywhere. "Hey, Davidson. You seen my partner?" Nick asked, not overly concerned. "Yeah, she left with that tall, pale dude." The cop answered. "What?" Nick asked. He couldn't mean…? He didn't dare finish the thought. "What did he look like?" He tried to keep his voice light. "Ah, tall, white spiky hair, all in black…kinda scary lookin'. Your partner's got weird taste." Davidson told him. Nick was silent. He knew she was a resister, so she wasn't forced. "But she seemed to like him, they were back here smoochin' up a storm." The cop continued. Natalie walked up and heard Davidson's last comment. "Who was making out in the corner?" She asked laughingly. Nick was in shock. "Tracy and Lacroix?" It came out in a strangled gasp. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` hehehe! I am of the firm belief that Tracy has a dark side. She made several sarcastic and biting comments during the show. But also the fact that she chose -homicide- as her area, and the fact that she was so fascinated by vampires points to a serious dark side. Be warned in my stories Tracy tends to have a major attitude! For I am the Dark Perkulator! Send all comments and virtual offerings to anteros@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]