Date: Wed, 1 Sep 1999 20:26:32 -0700 From: CjSachiko Subject: ADULT: Only the Foolish (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU This story contains adult situations. If this isn't your cup of tea, the exit is just a mouse click away. This piece is set at the end of LK. It's my first attempt at writing from a character's point of view. I haven't written much, other than technical reports, for about a year. Please bear with me. Disclaimers: The characters don't belong to me. They belong to TPTB (Sony/Tristar et al). The song "Ice" is from Sarah McLachlan's album _Fumbling Towards Ecstasy_. Lyrics are indicated by "**". No copyright infringement is intended and I am not making any profit from this. Permission granted to archive only at www.fkfanfic.com and my own fanfic basket (link listed below). All others, please contact me first. My thanks to Sue for taking the time to give me a few suggestions. All mistakes are my own. As always, any and all feedback is appreciated. ./~ waves to the N&NNuts :+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+: Only the Foolish by Cj http://members.tripod.com/~EngrCj (c) September 1999 :+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+: His lips are gentle, almost caring. I should have known better. Almost a decade of companionship had done nothing to dissuade his guilt and regret. Passion and desire should have freed my soul, instead they had imprisoned me. His arms wrap around me, trying to end my trembling. It does not comfort me. There is nothing colder than the fear I feel. His lips press against my neck and I hear the wet sound of my flesh being torn by his fangs. **The ice is thin come on dive in **Underneath my lucid skin **The cold is lost, forgotten The pain of my love amplifies as he feeds on my blood. Images flash through my mind, unbidden. No emotions existed, save his darker ones. Where is his love? Where is his faith? Does he find the warmth of humanity that he so desperately yearned for? I sink into the black abyss of death. I welcome it as my beating heart stills. **Hours pass days pass time stands still **Light gets dark & darkness fills my secret heart forbidden . . . An itching in my throat and a wrenching pain in my abdomen informs me that I am still alive. I cough as something warm and salty pours into my mouth. Sweet ambrosia could not taste as delicious as the liquid fire that filled my veins with those first few swallows. I pull away from the source of the nectar, only after the painful hunger had abated. I wipe my mouth; the sticky liquid clings to my palate. My eyes burn as I open them. The room is vibrant with color, and he is leaning over me. I lie on a bed and he sits on a chair next to me. He brushes my hair aside with his hand, gripping my chin with the other. It is an inspection. His grip is like steel; I dare not turn away. Am I worthy? He kisses my forehead, reminding me of what had led us down this road. He lay down next to me, as I had often dreamed he would. Reaching over, he holds me in his arms until we fall asleep. **I think you worried for me then **The subtle way that I'd give in but I know **You liked the show I awake, feeling the pain of hunger once again. My nostrils flare as I sniff the air. His arms tighten around me, pulling me close. I melt into him, my hands explore every inch of exposed skin. Clothing is shed and cool flesh meets. The exploration continues until the hunger overcomes me and a snarl is released from my lips. He lifts his head from my breast and pulls me against his chest as we sit upright. He pulls me towards him, kissing my lips, cutting them with his fangs. I kiss his jawline. He whispers. Without hesitation, I sink my fangs into his offered neck. A loud moan of pleasure escapes us both. He soothes my back with his caresses. I shudder from the sensation. I feel him around me, in me. His emotions are too intense. I try to stop, and release my grip on his head. Instead, he grips my head forcing me to swallow even more. I feel his other hand leave my back and pulls my hair out of the way, sinking his fangs into my flesh. He leans forward, on top of me and the bed sinks with our weight. I can't stop. No. I don't want to stop. **Tied down to this bed of shame **You tried to move around the pain, but oh, **Your soul is anchored He tugs at my hair, and I pull my head away from his neck. My lips tingle as the cuts heal. I unlock my jaw, and whimper as I feel his fangs withdraw from my flesh. He licks the wounds and within seconds, they are healed. His hands gently caress my body. He parts my legs and I feel his soft whisper of undying love against my ear. His blue eyes meet mine, then shut tight. I silence him with a kiss as he sinks into me. I arch my back as I feel the hard intrusion, and gasp as he slowly withdraws from me. Another whisper, then his golden eyes meet mine. He pushes down and up against me. I squirm in response. I lock my legs around his back and he lifts my hips. A burning pleasure starts in my center, spreading until it is all I can feel. I watch him above me through a red haze. His hardness within me is all I am aware of. I shiver in anticipation as my release builds. No words are required as he buries his face in my shoulder. He is gentle as I feel his fangs pierce my skin and he reaches release. I am not so gentle as my own fangs tear into him. **The only comfort is the moving of the river **You enter into me a lie upon your lips **Offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get **Only a fool's here... We feed each other, seeking comfort. I find none. A bitter taste rises in the back of my throat and I release him. He pushes off of me, out of me. I make no attempt to touch him. I fear him, of what he can make me do with his touch alone. Yet, simultaneously, I long for his touch more than I had thought possible. The room is deathly quiet. I am startled as his sigh echoes in the silence of the room. I sense his attempt at apology before his mouth moves. "Natalie, I'm sorry." His blood tells me otherwise. His vulnerable blue eyes are filled with regret. I turn to him. "No, you're not." I pick up my clothing and make my way towards the bathroom to clean myself. **I don't like your tragic sighs as if your god has passed you by **Well hey fool, that's your deception The shower cleanses my spirit and streams of water trace a path down my body as his hands had earlier. I dry myself, my skin tingles as I am able to feel every rough weave of the towel. My clothing scratches me as I dress myself. I bear the discomfort, trying to remind myself that wool was no more irritating. I now understand why silk was often his textile of choice for his clothing. I see his robe in the corner and don it instead. He's not in the room, but I hear soft whispers from below. "She's well?" It's the velvet voice of Nick's master. "Yes." "I'm glad." I convince myself that it is sincerity I hear I walk downstairs, taking refuge on the stairs. "I've lost her." His anguish is apparent as I hear a single soft sob. LaCroix embraces him, smoothing Nick's golden locks, consoling him. "No, you haven't." Ancient eyes meet mine. "My dear child, you've lost your faith." He releases Nick, walking away. His voice cracks as he whispers over the rolling sound of the lift door closing. "I've lost you." **Your angels speak with jilted tongues **The serpent's tale has come undone **You have no strength to squander Each step closer to him is easier to bear as I feel his presence in my mind, urging me closer. I stand before him. The weight of his hands rests on my shoulders. I detect the humming vibration of his voice as he holds me close. "Will you accept this?" He grabs my damp hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Will you accept me?" I need no words to answer his questions. We kiss and the passion renews. I lean back, removing the robe. His eyes shut tight, as if I were a bright light. I undress him, savoring each involuntary tremble. I lead him to the couch. Straddling him, I sink onto him slowly. He matches my rhythm, encouraging the flood of pleasure to increase. As we reach the edge of release, I lean forward to lie on his chest. "I love you," he says between kisses. "Forever." I reply. When the first drop of his blood touches my tongue, I know the truth. I feel his lips massage my neck, and his fangs scrape my skin to release my blood. LaCroix was wrong. Nick's faith is not lost; it is mine. **The only comfort is the moving of the river **You enter into me a lie upon your lips **Offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get **Only a fool's here to stay **Only a fool's here to stay **Only a fool's here... [End "Only the Foolish" 01/01]