Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1999 07:36:40 PST From: Emma Lighton Subject: Saturday Night Boredom (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu Disclaimers: Not my characters, no one saw me do it, you can't prove anything. (Okay, one of them is me, er... mine.) I wrote this the other night while trying to work on a different story Permission for Mel to archive on www.fkfanfic.com. I think my inner Marysue is probably responsible for this. Title: Saturday Night Boredom (01/01) By Emma Lighton Vachon glided silently over to the side of the imposing Victorian mansion, where his senses told him there was a mortal present. Peering through a window, into what appeared to be a study, he soon spotted the black clad figure. She was sprawled in a comfortable chair, her long light brown hair, cascading to the floor. She was reading and occasionally munching popcorn from a bowl in her lap. He tapped on the window and her head popped up in surprise. After carefully placing the bowl and book on a nearby table, she rose and opened the window. "When did you decide to become a Peeping Tom?" she glared at him, her grey eyes flashing in anger from behind her glasses. "I just got here." Vachon said defensively. "Besides, I was just looking for someone to let me in." "Well, the window's open now. I guess I should be glad you didn't do a Nick impersonation and just crash through it." "Um...It's not that simple. You have to invite me in." "All right, you want to do 'Dracula' impersonations, that's your business. Come on in." She stepped back and with a dramatic gesture that invited him to enter. "Actually, it's the house." Vachon explained closing the window behind him. "So, when did you become a Dark Perk Emma?" "Become? I think its something genetic really. So, what brings you here anyway?" "I was bored. So I came here looking for someone to bug." "I'm honored." Emma said, flopping down in her seat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why me?" "Because you were home." Vachon said with a shrug. "I've spent every night for the last couple of weeks at the Raven and I needed a change of scenery. Tracy's working, Screed's in Vegas, and for some reason none of Lacroix's toga chick seem to be around." "That's cause even if I knew any of 'em well enough to ask 'em to appear in a story, I couldn't get at my e-mail anyway." Emma interrupted. "That explains it." Vachon said, nodding in understanding. "So I figured Dark Perks would be the next best thing. Of course no one else seems to around. E-mail again?" Emma nodded. "So, do you normally eat popcorn when you read?" "No. I was planning to watch a movie, but...you know about the demons?" Vachon nodded. "Well, it turns out that they seem to be big Bowie fans." Vachon looked confused, until she waved a copy of 'Labyrinth' at him. "Let's just say, they can not carry a tune. And the dancing..." Emma shuddered. "That bad?" "Bad, isn't the right word. Traumatic, is a better one. Almost as bad as the shock I got looking in that mirror." She shuddered again. "I always though you were kinda cute." Vachon added supportively. "It had nothing to do with my reflection," Emma said rolling her eyes and resisting the urge to throw popcorn, "But thanks anyway. For some reason, one of the mirrors here is capable of showing people looking into it, what another mirror is reflecting. Unfortunately, the one it most often shows is the one in Lacroix's bathroom." "That sounds...wait a minute! Any other mirror, or just Lacroix's?" Vachon asked suspiciously. "Well, the only ones I've heard of are Lacroix's, but if you actually want to buy a mirror so I can test it, I won't complain." "Oh yeah. There is that." Vachon said, relieved. Absently, he reached out and rescued the book that a demon was trying to make off with. "Those things are annoying. 'The Three Musketeers', I thought you were into cosmic horrors." "It's not boring and its got people running around with swords. I like that in a book." "So, how many things have you lost to the demons?" "Can't say." I bought this book last August, started reading it, then put it down. A week ago, I finally discovered where. Since it wasn't here, I guess I can't blame them. So, would you like a tour of the house?" "Sure." * * * * * "And these are the bedrooms." Emma said, gesturing to a large number of closed doors. "Can't we go in?" "Your talking about Dark Perks here. Want to guess how many of these are booby trapped?" "Okay, you've got a point. Which one is yours?" Emma pointed, then turned back towards the stairs. As she reached them, she noticed she was alone. Turning she hurried back to her room and found the door ajar. Inside, Vachon was happily rummaging through her stuff. "What do you think you're doing?" "Just looking. You have weird tastes in music." He announced without looking up from her CD collection. "Just because you've never seen 'Mozart' and 'Skinny Puppy' in the same collection before, doesn't make it weird." "With 'Duran Duran', it does. What's this?" Vachon asked, heading for a flat cabinet hanging on the wall. "Dart board. Its part of my cultural heritage." "Darts?" "Yup. I'm British." "Of course, I should have guessed from the accent." Vachon said dryly. "Hey, I've got the birth certificate to prove it." Emma opened a desk draw and rummaged through the papers in it. After a moment she triumphantly waved one at him. "Of course, I've never actually lived there, but I may still have dual citizenship." Vachon took the paper and examined it. "Well, it looks real, but what kind of name is Ginevra?" "You'd have to ask my mother." With a shrug, she stuffed the paper back in the draw. "How do you play in here? Isn't it a bit crowded." "Normally I take it downstairs. Why, you want to play?" "Sure, but I've got to warn you, vampires have really good aim." "I'm not worried, the house tends to make things more difficult." * * * * * "I get black, that leaves you with dark pink." Emma told him as she attached the cabinet to one of the ballroom walls. She swung open the doors and started to remove the darts, while Vachon stared in surprise at the board. "That's a picture of..." "Uh huh. The book burner himself." Emma said as she handed him his darts. "Book burner?" "Flashback in '1966'." Vachon still looked a bit puzzled. "First season." "Oh, I haven't watched all of those yet. Schanke seems like a nice guy, but I like watching Trace more. So, that's why you don't like him." "Among other things." Her last dart hit Lacroix's picture, right on the nose. "He doesn't scare you either?" "Either?" "Well, I admit when I first met him, I was intimidated, but now..." Vachon stopped and frowned as a sudden draft came out of nowhere and altered the course of the dart. "I warned you. But now, what?" "Well, after I learned that he has this habit of taking advantage of the fact he's on the radio, he can't touch me." "Taking advantage?" "Flannel pj's, ratty bathrobe, and vampire bunny slippers. Anything happens to me, and the pictures go public." "I wonder if Tracy is afraid of him?" Emma asked, when she finally managed to stop laughing. Her eyes met Vachon's. "No." They said in unison. Just then they heard the clock strike three. "I'd like to stay longer, but..." Vachon started, then trailed off, uncomfortably. "Tracy's getting off work. Don't worry about it, I understand. Have fun." "Don't worry, I will." Vachon answered, with a suggestive wink. He disappeared out the door for a moment, then he stuck his head back in. "Oh yeah. I forgot to say, Tracy really appreciates the fact that you haven't fallen for the Cerk Perk propaganda, and so do I. Bye!" He disappeared again, leaving Emma, to finish cleaning up her stuff, in the, surprisingly, calm atmosphere of the mansion. --- Emma (elighton@operamail.com or elighton@hotmail.com) Vaquera * T+Vpack * DP * War 9 vet "So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear." --Hemingway http://members.tripod.com/lostshadows/index.html My FanFic Page ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com