Date: Mon, 23 Oct 1995 01:15:38 -0500 From: Julie Randolph Subject: Nick and Nat: A Love Story **Okay, so I was unduly influenced by "My boyfriend is a Vampire" and now feel the need to complet the potential love scene they started. I know the Nick&Nat Packers will love it. As a Cousin...I don't see the point, but hey..what can I do, when I must write, I must write.** JCR Nick and Nat: A Love Story One of 1 Julie Randolph randolph@tenet.edu "What exactly is your intention?" Natalie was angry, that much was apparent. At what, Nick was having a hard time comprehending. Okay, so he wentoff his "diet" from time to time, but that really wasn't the problem,per say...was it? "What do you mean by 'MY INTENTION'?" Natalie paused, her eyes glazed over with a look he could recall seeing only once before, when he had denied her immortality,"If you don't understand, Nick, then you never will and it is pointless to argue." Pointless had been crossing his mind, but he could see how utterly and completely disturbed she was. It was making him feel...strange, a feeling he'd never felt before, as if something he valued more than life itself was slipping between his fingers, and he had no means to stop the flow of sand. Moments later he got a call, Tracy could be in trouble. His eyes drifted back to Nat who simply shook her head. She understood his protectiveness, this killer was potentially a vampire. She wondered if he would ever have as much protectiveness about her. Natalie chastised herself as she prepared to leave. he had proven in a dozen different ways that she was important to him, but somehow, seeing that poor woman in love with a man who could never give her what she wanted had soidified something in her mind, reminding her that she and Nick could never really be anything more than friends. She sighed, and she didn't want friendship, did she? That was the problem...she finally realized after all this time. She had started out wanting to learn, and ended up in friendship with this man, but now...now, oh dear God, she was in love with him, wasn't she? And what did one do if they were in love with a vampire? fantasize about it, because lately that was all that seemed tooccupy her thoughts. Nick, where was he, what washe doing, would he come to see her, would she see him, could they ever even begin tothink of some sortof future together? No. She was bound to a love that could never become anything, never be any type of relationship that resembeled normality, what was she wastingher time on? Later that night, she sat in Nick's apartment, knowing that eventually he would show up, wondering if she was doing the right thing. "I'm going to have to give up on you." Not exactly the truth,she mused, the truth, of course, being more like "I have to stop loving you." he looked distraught as she walked out of his home and out of his life. He sat and waited for hours, hoping that by some strage chance of fate that she would return to him, but she never came. he called her a dozen times, no answer. Finally, he grabbed his jacket and left. he was going to find her and settle this once and for all. Another murder...great, just whathe needed, and she was there, but studiously ignoring him. the consummate professional, she spoke in a monotone, so there wasto be nothing left of them, not even a friendship...but why? it couldn't simply be that he ignored her prescriptions from time to time...it had to be something else, why couldnt he see it? He found the killer, of course, saved Tracy and was once again the hero, yet he still felt the lingering urge to jump out of a window at noon. Natalie. If he did not have her...what did he have? It occured to him that without her he woudl have nothing, and no one. Oh, right, LaCroix, yay. he ordered a bouquet of flowers, and told the woman at the flower show what to write on the card. a simple message, because he knew, finally, what had been plauginghim for days. he understood her agony, andhad been unable to see it because it mirrored his own. On the card were only two words. "I understand." Natalie approached out of the shadows. "They're beautiful, and the card..." "Well, I had to get you here somehow." She smiled,"It worked." They spoke in idle chatter for a moment, his hand caressed her cheek gently,"I don't think you will ever understand how much I care." "I think you might be wrong," her voice was soft, coming in short gasps at the closeness he was displaying. Admitting, if even in this tiny way, that he too felt the pain of their relationship. "Nat?" She had been lost in the sensation of his touch, but now looked up into his soft, twinkling eyes,"Yes?" "It is dangerous." She knew what he meant of course, she wasn't stupid, their separate species could not come together in that way, their ideas of sex totally different from one another. they stood at a crossing, at opposite sides of the same river, wanting, needing to be together, but know that passion of that kind could surly bring consequences he was unwilling to risk. As they stood there, staring, this feeling of love so powerful coursing their minds and hearts, they could no longer deny the sensations, the desire, the love that was a part of them both. He smiled, touching her cheek again,"Why can't you just be afraid like everyone else?" "Because I love you." She was agahst at her own words, not knowing quite where they had come from. Yes she did know, they came form her heart, that had for the moent taken the place of her brain and mouth. Nick stood in shock and then realized he had no other recourse than to admit what he had known all along,"I love you too, Nat." She smiled,"I know." he leaned forward, their lips came together. He was so very cold, but the warth of her body pressed up against his own was more than he could deal with, more than he could control as passion coursed its way through his body, slippin into her mind as it did so. She sighed up against his lips,"i should go." She she pulled back, his eyes had changed to the brilliant gold that always seemed to catch her offguard. "Must you?" "Nick..." he sighed and released her,"I know." "Where can this possibly go?" It was a question to which he had no answer, once it began, he would be unable to stop himself, wouldn't he? He leaned forwardand kissed her again, allowing his lips to trail down her neck to the vein that throbbed with blood he could hear coursing through her. Oh god how he wantedto taste that blood, not to feed, but simply an act of lovemaking, an act of...a gesture of love, he wanted to claim her, for she was his, and on one else's, of that he hadno doubt. the edges of his fangs touched the soft skin and she shuddered, pushing closer to him. No. he had the control, he pushedher back a little and covered her lips with his own once again. "Can we not be happy with this," he paused, "for now?" Natalie was overwhelmed, he was making a sacrifice that she doubted any other of his species would be willing to make,"Yes we can...for now." He pulled her into his lap, enjoying the luxery of this woman, the only light in his worldof darness, against his body. His words were softly spoken, and she did not hear him as she allowed him to envelop her in his arms,"For now." ***************************************************************** all flames, spams, oreos, letters of recommendation, definitions of "irony" and Geriant Wyn Davies home address to randolph@tenet.edu "You didn't have a cat named Fluffy didja?"--Nick to Tracy, Blind Faith "Tracy has her own life...she's a cop, and I have my own life I'm a vampire and nary the twain shall meet."--Ben Bass ***************************************************************** Oh...and... "I think it's a mistake that LaCroix owns the Raven,"--Nigel Bennett