Date: Wed, 25 Mar 1998 15:38:17 -0800 Reply-To: Sherri Anderson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sherri Anderson Subject: Romany Eyes 1/??? To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu X-Status: All Disclaimers apply; I know these characters belong to someone else, I'm just borrowing them....................Although...............If they won't play with them, they should give to someone who will!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-)) Enjoy..... This story is based on a song by Loreena Mckennitt.."Dante's prayer" **************************************************************************** *** Romany Eyes " Cast your eyes on the ocean cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me" The figure stood in the background, cloaked in shadows as he watched the girl dance to music only she could hear. His sensitive ears could pick up the faint sounds of music and laughter from the distant camp as he took in the multicolored skirts and jewelry she wore. /Gypsy./ he thought to himself as she moved without sound, her body swaying in ways that made him wish he could love a mortal woman again, without risk. He stood, watching the girl pour her soul into her dance, and feeling a very mortal, human need begin to build in side him. "...very nice...." his voice cut through the darkness as he emerged into the moonlight. ".....You were watching?" She asked, somewhat shyly. "Yes, you dance beautifully," He tilted his head back to see her better..," I'm Javier Vachon", he paused, rubbing his neck,"..umm, would you mind coming down? This position doesn't lend itself to getting aquainted well." She moved to the edge of the rock to climb down only to feel his hands around her waist and she felt herself react. Looking up at him she saw a dark face surrounded by long, dark hair...but his eyes..... they were the deepest, darkest, most sensual eyes she had ever seen. When he had set her feet on the ground and released her, she turned away from him long enough to compose herself. " Is that your camp?' He asked, refering to the light in the distance. " Yes, I'm Renna, my father is the leader of our group."She replied, as they began to walk toward the camp. Glancing at him unnoticed in the dark she continued her assessment. He was rather tall, and slender; his skin appeared so pale it looked like marble in the moonlight. He took her hand as they walked. and pulled her to a stop before brushing her lips with a soft kiss. Feeling her hesitant response, he kissed her once more before releasing her " Allow me to return you to your family". he whispered, picking up the scent of Jasmine and Roses from her skin and holding himself firmly in check. Smiling she allowed him to wrap his arm around her waist and they walked slowly back to the wagons. " Can you stay for a time?" she asked, hope shining in her eyes, heat beating wildly. " I can't ...not right now", he said, disappointment etching his voice," but I will return tomarrow night." Tomarrow then..," She smiled up at him with promise in her eyes," I'll dance for you." Pulling her to him he kissed her again, passionate, filled with the promise of more and greater delights to come. Pulling her scarf tighter around herself, she watched him disappear into the night. **************************************************************************** ** Paloma at (and9363@gte.net) Vaquera for life; Viva Vachon FK will survive T: "Is LaCroix one of you?" V: ".. No." Date: Thu, 26 Mar 1998 22:59:42 -0800 Reply-To: Sherri Anderson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sherri Anderson Subject: Romany Eyes 2/??? To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu X-Status: See part one for disclaimers...................... **************************************************************************** **** Renna watched the sun set with anticipation; already watching for the strange, silent man she had met the night before. "Silly..." She trailed off as her father walked up beside her. " He will come.," Mikel loked down at her upturned face with pride.."'How can he not with one such as you waiting?" " Father, how can I feel this ?...We just met, I barely know him."Renna queried, her eyes neverless searching the shadows around the camp. " It happened just this way between your mother and I. One look in her eyes and my soul was hers." Mikel replied softly, thinking how much like her mother Renna was. Tall and slender, her black hair fell to her waist in a midnight waterfall. Her eyes, like her mother's, were dark blue and slightly almond shaped ; set in a delicately boned face. Smiling up at her father, she turned her eyes to searching the darkness once more.. Emerging from the shadows, Vachon walked toward the waiting figure, the scent of her skin teasing his senses as he realized he was going to have to keep himself under tight control. "Renna... ". He whispered as she walked out to meet him. "I wasn't sure you would come." She said, not looking at him. Chuckling slightly,Vachon tilted her head up toward his. " Nothing could have prevented it....You did promise to dance for me."He kissed her gently. " Allow me to present my father." She mumbled, taking his hand as they walked back to Mikel. " Javier Vachon". Vachon smiled, clasping Mikel's hand. " Welcome to our camp...I hear traces of home on your tounge.." He said as they walked back to the fire. " Spain was my home...", He paused, a touch of sorrow threading his words", I haven't seen her shores in a very long time." " You are an outcast like us then." Mikel replied, as Renna laid her hand on his arm. " I need to get ready..." She said, as she walked quickly toward a wagon in the back. " My daughter doesn't dance often,...and especially not the dance she intends to do tonight. She's very like her mother...I don't want her hurt." The meaning was plain to Vachon and it was all he could do to keep a sraight face; knowing that he could have her whether she wanted it or not,no matter what her father threatened. " She will not be hurt." He replied, accepting a cup of wine from Mikel and settling back," It's been along time since I attended a Rom feast." "You know of our ways then?" Mikel asked. " my mother was Rom." He replied with a slight smile as he let his eyes wander the camp. The Rom wore bright colors, some of which clashed and swam with necklaces and other jewelry; the women wore their hair long and loose, and paid no mind to the conventions of 'polite' society. Suddenly a loud trill broke his reverie as 3 skirted figures entered the circle around the fire. They moved gracefully to the music, hair flying and eyes flashing they moved to dances Vachon hadn't seen since leaving home. When they finished, the musicians began a slow, soft song punctuated by a tambourine and he could smell her scent as she moved into the firelight. The dress she wore was sapphire blue with a low neckline; the flounced skirt pinned high on one hip with a silver brooch. A thin silk scarf of black and blue covered her hair, giving her eyes a shadowed, mysterious air and firelight flashed from a small jewel that hung suspended from her hair. As the music filled the air, she moved toward him. Slowly removing the scarf as her body dipped and swayed gracefully she smiled; a sensual smile which echoed the smoldering look of desire she was flashing at him with her eyes. Vachon inhaled sharply, his eyes fixed on her; her scent washing over him as she drew close. Grabbing for her waist from where he sat, he grinned as she whirled away, silvery laughter teasing him as she came close again. He knew this game, had played it many times when he was a mortal, knew the inevitable outcome now that he was a vampire. But he found himself hoping that this time he would be able to hold back. He knew it was possible from others he had talked to, but had never wanted to try. Watching her, he laughed slightly. This dance wasn't just a girl flirting, it was a dance a woman did for her chosen, and was winding down. When she came close again, he caught her wrist, pulling her into his lap for a hard, possessive kiss; eyes flaring burnished gold as she responded in kind. "I think we should find somewhere a bit more private Querida." He whispered, his breath cool against her ear. She smiled as they stood and walked toward the cool darkness outside the camp. Turning to Renna Vachon kissed her softly once more. " Will you stay with me until dawn?" He asked, his eyes warm and filled with an unspoken promise. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, answering him in her own way. As he slid his arm around her waist, he could feel eyes on his back. Turning slightly, he could see her father watching from the camp as they walked into the darkness. **************************************************************************** ***** Paloma at (and9363@gte.net)Vaquera for life; Viva Vachon FK will survive T: "Is LaCroix one of you?" V: ".. No." Beginning to have slight cousinly tendencies ; 0) Date: Tue, 31 Mar 1998 22:08:23 -0800 Reply-To: Sherri Anderson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sherri Anderson Subject: Romany Eyes 3/?? To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU X-Status: See pat 1 for disclaimers.... sorry it took so long; I give you permission to beat me with a wet noodle--- or better yet...let Vachon!!!! ##################################################### The house where Vachon had taken up residence was located not far from the camp. " Ladies first." He smiled, opening the door. As Renna brushed by him, he felt his body react. He pulled her to him, burying his hands in her thick, dark hair and claiming her lips in a hard, possessive kiss as he kicked the door shut. Renna felt his hands on her skin, so strangely cool, moving over her shoulders , fingers brushing along the top of her bodice as he kissed her neck gently. The sensations he was invoking were unlike anything she had ever felt and she gave in to them, his every touch wrapping her tighter in his web. " What's wrong?" She asked, looking up at him as he moved away from her, his breathing slightly ragged and what sounded like a low growl threading his words. " Nothing, I want tonight to be perfect." He replied, picking up a bottle of wine. " I see, " She said, dropping her scarf in a small chair,"You intend to ply me with wine and have your way with me." He grinned mischievously as she approached him. " You don't have to, you know." She accepted the wineglass from him and took a sip," I don't think I've ever wanted anything quite this much." Vachon felt his control slip at her words, and he fought it. " Cara, there's so much you don't understand...so much you don't know about me. This is dangerous for you." " So tell me." She sat down on the bed and looked up at him expectantly. " I'm not like others you know," he began, sitting next to her, his thumb tracing her jawline," I want you, but there will be a price to be paid." He kissed her, his hunger plain to her in the touch of his lips. When he looked into her eyes, she was looking into twin pools of golden fire, tips of what looked like fangs barely visible. " What are you?,,, A demon? A devil come for my immortal soul?" She asked, fear and longing in her voice, her hand moving to his cheek, drawn to him by some strange magic she couldn't control. " No cara, not a demon...at least not entirely," he paused and she could see the passion he felt for her deep inside the fire that controlled his eyes,"I am a Vampire." She could feel his eyes on her, knew he would let her leave if she chose." The price you spoke of, It's my life.?" She questioned. " Mi amante, I believe for you I could control the beast inside me, but it would still need to feed, to taste your life, your blood." He kissed her again, careful to keep his fangs from cutting her lips. When he drew away, she felt him watching her ; waiting, she knew, for her decision. Turning toward him, she looked into his eyes, the fire quenched for the moment and she smiled, twining her arms around his neck . Vachon read the answer in her eyes and covered her mouth with his, moving to place kisses over her shoulders and neck as they fell back on the bed. ************************************************** Leaning back on the pillows Vachon looked down at the girl curled so trustingly at his side, her black hair fanned across his chest and hand tucked under her cheek. The marks on her neck were barely noticeable now, he had used a little of his own blood to help them heal It had been many, many years since he had given as well as received, but it had been worth the risk. She had responded to him with a passion she wasn't even aware of and when the time had come to allow the beast his due, she had bared her neck with no reluctance. Moving regretfully he stood and pulled his breeches on, then sat down next to her. " Renna...time to go." the voice pulled her from her dreams and she looked up to see Vachon leaning over her. " No......" she murmured, as he kissed her neck, his breath tickling her ear. " It'll be dawn soon, time for you to go back to the camp." Vachon repeated as Renna sat up, her hair streaming over her shoulders, partly concealing her breasts. " Can't I just stay with you for the day?" she asked stretching, watching Vachon's eyes fill with fire for a split second before it faded. " No, When I wake up, it would be very dangerous for you to be here."He replied, forcing his eyes away from the tantalizing picture she made, sitting nude in his bed except for her hair. " Your right." She said slipping her dress on," will I see you again?" " I don't intend to leave just yet." He grinned, reaching out to grab her around the waist." Let's go before I change my mind." The camp was quiet in the early hours as they walked up to it, hands clasped. " Tonight?" She queried, as he pulled her to him. " Tonight." He replied, kissing her softly. "Goodnight, mi amante del demonio" She whispered, her finger tracing his lips lightly. "Goodnight, I will see you this evening." He watched as she moved quickly back to the shadows around the wagons. Vachon could feel the darkness of sleep calling him as the first faint hints of dawn touched the sky. " You will be mine....." He whispered to himself, just before taking to the sky. **************************************************************************** * Finis-part 3 Paloma at (and9363@gte.net)Vaquera for life; Viva Vachon FK will survive T: "Is LaCroix one of you?" V: ".. No." Beginning to have slight cousinly tendencies ; 0) Date: Sat, 4 Apr 1998 20:58:56 -0800 Reply-To: Sherri Anderson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sherri Anderson Subject: Romany Eyes-3/? To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU X-Status: For usual disclaimers...see part 1 ************************************************************************* Over the next weeks, Vachon became a familiar face at the Gypsy camp. Renna's father had come to grips with the fact that for all intents and purposes she wasn't his little girl any more and grudgingly admitted the strange young man was treating her better than most would. There was still something about him ...something that made Mikel uneasy when he caught Vachon looking at him. This night Vachon was sitting at the fire trading laughs with a couple of the younger men of the Tribe, while his eyes were far away. Renna caught him when his mind began to wander away from the conversation, his eyes settling on the flames. " Josin, Darren... some privacy please?," It wasn't a request and they knew it, acknowledging her authority and moving," What's wrong?" she moved closer, her hand resting on his shoulder. " Just doing some thinking." He looked up at her, pulling her down beside him. " About..." she drifted off, one eyebrow raised questioningly. " Us... You know I have to leave before..." His eyes veiled over and he turned his stare back to the flames. " I know, You're worried about me, aren't you??,"She grabbed his face, forced him to look at her,'I'm strong Javier......" " That won't stop me..." He sighed, trying to make her understand," You only have so much to give...eventually, I'll take it all. I won't mean to, won't want to, but I will because that's what I am." " Let's cross that when it comes.." She said, hiding the loss she felt in a smile," I have an idea..."Javier broke into a wide grin as she whispered in his ear and his plans were forgotten as he pulled her closer to him. **** ************* **** ********** Vachon looked out the window, moonlight flooding into the room as a ragged sigh escaped him. Walking back to the bed, he sat down,running his hands through her soft hair as he watched her sleep, alone with only her dreams. " Do I have a place in your dreams Querida? Which am I; The handsome young gallant or the Beast who claims your life?" He asked quietly, pulling her into his arms and closing his eyes as he allowed her scent to twine itself around him. **** When Renna woke, Vachon was no where to be seen. Sunlight flooded the room and she felt her heart leap in fear for his safety. Noticing a note laying on the table she picked it up and began to read: Renna; I needed to get away. I didn't want to hurt you and we both Knew it was only a matter of time. I'll come to you one last time tonight, then I have to go. Mi Amante; Javier Renna let the paper drop from suddenly nerveless fingers and collapsed on the bed, the only sounds in the room her heartrending sobs as she thought of the long, empty nights that she would endure without him. ****************************************************** Paloma at (and9363@gte.net)Vaquera for life; Viva Vachon FK will survive T: "Is LaCroix one of you?" V: ".. No." FKPagan with slight cousinly tendencies ; 0) Date: Mon, 6 Apr 1998 14:54:10 -0700 Reply-To: Sherri Anderson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sherri Anderson Subject: Romany Eyes-5/6 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU X-Status: All Disclaimers located at part 1; And awwway we go...;-)) **************************************************************************** ** Renna went through the day due to sheer willpower; not allowing the pain she felt to show in her eyes. Drifting from task to task she tried to avoid thinking about the hollow, empty feeling she had been dealing with since reading his letter. When the sun began sinking below the horizion, she refused to turn her eyes to the shadows, instead leaving the camp and walking under the stars. Snugging the scarf around her, she sighed; she could still feel his touch, the softness of his caress and tears began to flow down her cheeks. When she became aware of her surroundings, she realized she was back at the river, where they had first met. Walking to a large tree that was half submerged in the water, she leaned back against its trunk, closing her eyes as she accepted the pain she would have to carry for the rest of her life. " Renna?" His voice was soft, carrying with it a touch of saddness, a thread of hope. Turning she saw him, moonlight playing with the dark hair and eyes to turn them into guilded silver.Hope shone in her eyes and she moved away from the tree, resting her hand on the trunk. "You came back."It was a statement , but also a question/Why?/ "I wanted to see you again, I'm leaving before something I can't control happens."He replied, as the light in her eyes was snuffed out like a candleflame. "Oh... then why bother to stay...you've seen me." Bitterness filled her voice as she turned away from him, gazing out at the water again ; suddenly feeling his breath on the back of her neck her body began to tremble at his familiar presence and she took a deep breath, moving away from him as he attempted to grab her shoulders. "Please just leave me alone." the words were uttered just as he appeared in front of her, capturing her wrists in an iron grip. "Not until we talk." He replied, then looked down into her tearstained face," Please?" Renna looked up at him, her eyes meeting his in mute surrender as his arms came around her , giving comfort to her bruised soul. "You know why I have to leave.....," he began, as she interuppted him. " But there has to be a way! I want to stay with you for as long as I can." Her blue eyes showed stubborness and something else, something he had not seen in the eyes of a mortal since he had crossed,..love. Sighing unhappily, he wiped away the tear marks with a gentle finger. "There is a way," He began seriously," I could bring you over...make you like me." " If that's the only way..." she answered, a slight smile inching across her face. " But you have to understand what you're giving up.", his eyes clouded over with memoriy," Sunlight will be a memory; the warmth on your skin; you could never have children and you would have to feed." " My father once told me that without love, life is a cold, empty place where you wait for death. I don't want to live like that....I love you; I need to be with you or I have no life." Her arms went around his neck as she raised her lips to his, feeling his arms tighten around her waist. " Your positive this is what you want Querida?" he murmured against her mouth," It can't be changed once it's done." " I want to be yours." She replied simply, seeing his eyes turn gold as he covered her mouth with his in a deep, hungry kiss. ******************************************************************* Paloma at (and9363@gte.net)Vaquera for life; Viva Vachon FK will survive T: "Is LaCroix one of you?" V: ".. No." FKPagan with growing cousinly tendencies ; 0) ICQ: 10642913 Date: Mon, 6 Apr 1998 18:45:05 -0700 Reply-To: Sherri Anderson Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: Sherri Anderson Subject: Romany Eyes 6/6 To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu X-Status: Sorry, wasn't sure how many posts....See part 1 for disclaimers *************************************************************************** Pulling away from her, Vachon sat down under the tree she had been standing by earlier, and pulled her down next to him, covering her mouth with his once more as his fingers tangled themselves in her hair. Renna gave herself over completely to the sensations he was causing with his mouth and hands and her eyes closed as she relinquished control to the man who held her. Vachon allowed her scent to wash over him, awakening the beast and causing his fangs to appear. " El encantador," He began, his voice a purr,"Me ensambla en eternidad." And he buried his teeth in her neck, diverting her lifes essence into himself one last time. Renna felt a moment of pain as the fangs tore into the tender skin of her neck and he began to suck. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat start to slow, the darkness and lethargy creeping up on her. Just as she was about to release herself to that warm darkness she heard a voice from outside. " Drink, Queried". The voice commanded, pressing something wet to her mouth. Doing as she was bidden, she drank, receiving touches of memory as she filled herself with the strange sustenance. The memories grew stronger as she sucked until she dropped off into a deep, dreamless sleep. Vachon looked at the wound on his chest, which was already healing as was the one on her neck and sighed, shaking his head. " When am I going to learn to say no?" He asked out loud, lacing his shirt." Well Pequeno bailarin, what will we do now?" He picked her up and returned to the cottage, before the sun's rays lit the sky. ******************* Sir Riley Latham looked around him, for once enjoying himself. He hated Gypsys; took every chance he could to help them on their way to hell.He ignored the pleading faces around him; women, children as he smiled at the guard and opened the door. " I trust you can procede without me?" He asked, the candlelight shining off his blonde hair. " Aye sir, don't 'spect no trouble." the burly man said, wicked thoughts dancing in his eyes. " I leave it in your capable hands then, i expect not to be disturbed." He pulled the door closed behind him and traveled up the steps to his bedroom. When he moved through the door he noticed the windows were open and the gypsy slut who should have been waiting was no where in sight. " Skin her alive!" He snarled, moving to the window. "I sent her home." The voice was rich and husky and he turned to see a willowy dark-haired girl behind him. " Then I expect to have you take her place." He snorted, sitting on the bed, removing his boots. " I intend to see you get everything you deserve." She replied, standing in front of him," Such a handsome man." As he stood, she pulled his face to hers," Such a pity your rotten inside." And she sank fangs into the side of his neck, feeding for the first time. Vachon walked out of the shadows as she completed her meal, a crooked grin on his face. " After you attacked me earlier, I wasn't sure you'd have enough control to hunt on your own, but I was wrong." " He deserved it after all he's done to my people , my family." She replied.," So, what are the rules, besides the obvious.?" " Their aren't many, but why worry about them now," Vachon smiled, pulling her close," we have plenty of time for you to learn." Turning once more to the night, they were gone, melting into the shadows. Paloma at (and9363@gte.net)Vaquera for life; Viva Vachon FK will survive T: "Is LaCroix one of you?" V: ".. No." FKPagan with growing cousinly tendencies ; 0) ICQ: 10642913