Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 23:23:02 PDT Reply-To: kturner Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories From: kturner Subject: The End (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU The End (1/1) Disclaimers: I defiantly need to NOT listen to the FK soundtrack while writing disclaimers! In my last post I messed up again, the song was Black Rose and not The Hunger. Ok, guys this one is happier. Really...if Dark Nick makes you happy that is. Forever Knight does not belong to me and by playing with the characters I do not mean to infringe on any of TPTB's copyrights. Permission granted to archive at Mel's fanfic site and the FK ftp site. Anyone else, please ask. The End by Shelia Turner Nicholas paused, silent and still as only his kind--predators--could do. With only faint illumination from the night light in the hall, he could see her perfectly. Her auburn hair, only a little bit darker, her lashes feathering against her cheek, her lips full and slightly parted, inviting. His gaze traveled over her prone form, memorizing it for the future. Natalie, the mortal woman, 'his' mortal woman, he'd never find another like her, not in another eight hundred years. He would miss her and long for her, night after night, that precious misery called yearning. He could smell her, that intoxicating elixir that taunted and pleaded with him nightly, to take, to drink, to possess as only he could. Unconsciously Natalie had detected his presence. She moaned softly in her sleep, moving to bare her neck for him, slightly parting her thighs. Nicholas took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of her arousal, and he smiled, a smile chilly and with an unholy hunger. As he felt the beast rise in him, his fangs descended and his body hummed with anticipation. He held the beast in check, savoring the wanting, the need, and remembered... *********** Natalie had come to him, excitement barely restrained in those beautiful blue eyes...she had discovered a breakthrough...she had finally, after all these years, figured it out. In that moment he realized how much he loved Natalie, loved her with all his never-ending life. He had searched so long, denied himself so long. Natalie had found an end to his continued existence. She had promised him an end to forever. ********** Natalie was stirring, awakening at the hypnotic call of the beast. He sat down beside her, reaching out, feeling her hair, the warm softness of her cheek, the swell of her breast. He took her in his arms, waiting for her eyes to open, for comprehension to finally dawn in them. Then the exquisite agony of his fangs sinking deeply into her neck. He stood, wiping his mouth of the back of his hand, watching her now lifeless form. Yet, he loved her, loved her in dark ways she never understood. Tenderly he kissed her cold, still lips. All the warmth was gone, feeding him, sustaining him, for all of eternity. Natalie, his love, his mortal woman, was gone. ******** Nicholas stood atop a building a few blocks from his warehouse, watching the flames, listening to the sirens. Even from this distance the heat caressed him, calling him from his vantage point. Nick Knight was gone, burning in a cleansing fire. He turned at the presence of his master. "Ah, Nicholas...I'm so glad you tired of this little life of yours." Nicholas smiled at LaCroix, his father, his brother. "Did you really ever doubt me?" LaCroix said nothing, merely smiled and laid his arm across his son's shoulders, and they both turned to watch the flames. The fire was enormous, and it would take days to put out all the flames. Days to find the two bodies. And the humans would mourn, mourn poor Nick Knight, the police detective and Natalie Lambert, the good doctor that loved him. They would bemoan the cosmic unfairness of it all, but would take a tiny comfort in that they had died in each others arms. "I'm hungry." Nicholas turned and saw his lover, his sister, his daughter. The beast was raging in her eyes and her fangs were wickedly sharp. Stepping beside them, LaCroix took up Natalie's hand, raising it to his lips. "Yes, ma petite...I know...you're hungry." He kept his granddaughter's hand firmly in his as he turned to his son, taking his hand also. With one last look at the flames, they flew. fin comments, critiques... Shelia kturner@sun-spot.com