Date:         Thu, 12 Sep 1996 03:51:21 -0400
From: Jennifer Nieboer <Vaquera@KINCYB.COM>

Hi everyone,
I'm posting this for a friend of mine, it's her
first stab at fan fic. Posting problems should be
sent to me at Vaquera@kincyb.com
Comments, praise, and suggestions should be
sent to Jean at: gasteel@erols.com

Rated Adult for some sexual content.

Usual disclaimer: These characters belong to Jim
Parriott, et al. but will be returned in better
shape than they left them... No copywrite
infringement is intended.

"The Way You Do The Things You Do"

The hum of the alarm clock reverberated through
the room.  Detective Tracy Vetter waking to face
another night; another night of rain that is.  Her
first thought was to call in sick, but she couldn't
do that to Nick. "Just once" she said, looking into
the empty darkness of her bedroom  "just once I would
like to do something just for me!".  No guilt, no
second thoughts. Just a decision and the follow through.
She pulled herself from the bed and made her way to her
bathroom.  Looking into the mirror she noticed the dark
areas forming under her eyes, and the redness in them
gave testimony to her many sleepless nights that week.
She felt so lost lately, so out of sync. She made a mental
note of all of the problems in her life; her parents
constant bickering, her need to prove her ability at work,
etc., etc.  And then there was that nagging little voice
inside her head.  "Just admit it, you know why you feel
that way you do.  YOU MISS HIM!" her voice persisted.
The him being Javier Vachon.  He had been conspicuously
absent the past week; and that combined with the weather
was making her face her obvious need for his presence.
"I can't think about this now, I won't think about this!"
she thought as she jumped into the warm water of the shower.
Some time later as she was stepping out of the shower she
heard the phone ringing.  It was Nick telling her not to
bother coming to the station. There had been a possible
homicide in the downtown area and he would be picking her
up on the way to the scene.  She dressed in record time
and met him at the curb.

"You seem much better tonight, Trace"  he said, after
their initial exchange of polite conversation.  "Oh
yeah, a possible homicide right at the beginning of
shift always makes me feel upbeat and hopeful" she
replied, trying to keep the sarcastic tone of her
voice to a minimum.  Nick had been worried about Tracy
for several weeks.  She didn't seem her usual self
and he was hoping that it had nothing to do with her
relationship with Javier Vachon.  It was hard for
him not to interfere with what was going on between
Vachon and Tracy.  To do that, he would have to tell
Tracy what he was, and he wasn't ready to risk that
just yet. Besides, he was confident that his initial
"warning" to Vachon was enough for the young vampire
to take his meaning seriously.  They drove on in
silence until they reached the scene at a downtown
shopping center.  Nick located Natalie in the throng
of officers and took down the necessary information
for their report.

 "White male, early 20's, appears to have been the
victim of a drug overdose" Tracy heard Nat giving
Nick the run down on their victim.  "If I had to give
you a determination right now, I would say that this
appears to be an accidental death, or possible
suicide, rather than a homicide" Natalie stated.
"I'll know more after the autopsy, obviously, but
that's my gut feeling now.  Sorry to bring you both
out on a night like this, but you know the rules".
Tracy felt relieved that they probably would not be
stuck with a mountain of paperwork to start off the
night. At least something was going her way.

She turned and headed back to the car, congratulating
herself on her good fortune so early in her shift,
when she stepped into a large puddle by the curb.
Her new leather boots went sinking into oblivion.
"I don't believe this!!" she yelled to no one in
particular.  She struggled to get out of the water,
while trying to maintain her authoritative "air" in
front of all of the assembled police personnel.
Nick appeared beside her and opened the passenger
side door. She silently prayed that no one had seen
him help her as she struggled to get into the car.
The last thing she needed was for her fellow officers
to paint her as the "rookie" detective, capable of
being nothing more than the "token" female partner.
She should have called in sick after all.

By the time she got off work, she couldn't wait
to get back to her apartment.  Actually, she toyed
with the idea of going directly to Vachon's, but,
....that voice again.  "Let him come to you, if he
really cares he will find you". She desperately
wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he wanted
her.  So she decided to wait it out.  And as it
turned out, she didn't have long to wait.

As soon as the sun was down he appeared on her
balcony, looking as handsome as ever, in his black
jeans and loose fitting white silk shirt.  God,
how he could fill a room with his flowing dark hair,
dark brown eyes and just a hint of chest hair
peeking out from his shirt.  "Hey Trace, how's it
going?" he asked, flopping onto her couch.  He
seemed in a terrific mood and not at all upset
at not having seen her for such a long time. "I
thought we would do something different tonight;
like go shopping for a new pair of shoes". Vachon
finished his statement with a conspiratorial wink
at Tracy.  "You were there last night?!" Tracy stated,
a little louder than she should have. "Oh yeah! I
would have said hello but Knight wouldn't have liked
it. Besides, after the "puddle incident" you didn't
look like you were in the mood for any company.  So I
thought I would wait for a time when you might be in a
better mood. Are you in a better mood?" Vachon cooed
as he approached her and put his arms around her
waist.  He pulled her chin up to look into her eyes.
She felt herself melting into his body despite being
annoyed at him for having seen her make such a fool
of herself last night. Being in his arms made Tracy
realize why she was feeling so lost.  Here was her
"salvation", the man she loved.  Why was she so adamant
about hanging onto an existence without him?  Why, when
she could be with Vachon and feel what she was feeling
at this moment for all eternity?

She kissed him with a passion that took him by surprise.
She had unbuttoned his shirt and was halfway through
the buttons on his jeans before she became aware that
Vachon had stopped kissing her back.  "Trace, what's
wrong with you lately" Vachon asked her while smoothing
back a strand of blond hair that had fallen over her
eyes. "I want to be with you, that's all," hoping
he didn't detect the doubt in her voice.  "That's not
all of it, is it?"  he asked.  "No, not really.  I've
been thinking about us a lot lately. I've been
considering making the ultimate sacrifice for us
........letting you bring me across".  Vachon was
mildly shocked, to say the least. He stepped back
and studied her face.  He had learned to shut off
his desire for that commitment, and now here she was
teasing him with his fondest wish. He took her face
in his hands and kissed her.  Guiding her to the
couch, he pulled her into his lap.  "I know things
have been bad for you the past few days, and I'm
flattered that you would want to do this for us, Trace.
But I think you would be doing it for all of the wrong
reasons".  Oh man, if Knight could see him now!
Javier Vachon, taking the noble road; Mr. Good Guy",
"Mr. 90's (1990's that is) Sensitive Guy"; when
all he really wanted to do was to truly make Tracy his.

I want this for us; I want a life with the person I
love, .......and that person is you," Tracy countered.
She began caressing his neck and moving her bottom
against Vachon's already burgeoning erection.  He tried
to remember all of the reasons why this was such a bad
idea; but at the moment he was having a hard time
trying to remember anything, much less his promise
to Knight or his doubts about Tracy's sincerity.  He
leaned back giving Tracy free reign with his body,
which she gladly accepted.  They freed each other
from their clothing in heated passion and Vachon
felt himself being pulled into the frenzy of Tracy's
longing.  "Please, Javier, please do this for us"
she pleaded.  The fact that she had used his first
name drew his attention to her.  He looked into her
eyes and saw her obvious need for him. He kissed her
with a bruising passion.

Tracy pushed Vachon to a full reclining postion and
began licking and nipping her way down his torso.
By the time she made her way to the small line of hair
trailing down from his navel there was no stopping
her. She caressed his penis with the palm of her hand
while licking the tip at the same time. Taking him in
her mouth, letting the head of his penis rest against
the back of her throat.  Bringing him to the edge and
retreating; making him wait for his climax.  Vachon
was visibly sweating, trying to allow Tracy her
freedom. It was all he could do not to throw her to
the living room floor and bury himself in her
sweetness.  She came up his torso again, stopping
at his nipples, sucking and licking each bud.  "Let
me taste you, Javier" she pleaded.  Vachon hastily
drew himself up to a semi-seated position.  Using
his nails he made a small but ample opening on his
chest and drew Tracy to the incision.  The sensation
he felt as Tracy drew small amounts of his blood
was unlike any mortal orgasm, his eyes gleaming yellow
as he pulled her hair back and pierced the skin
between her neck and shoulder.  This was what he longed
for; the eternal sharing of his essence with her.

He could feel his hunger growing with every second;
his need to make her a part of him.  Pulling her
hips forward he entered her with a savage thrust.
He had wanted to keep their relationship simple.
But with each drop of his blood she took in, he
felt his resolve slipping farther away.  He stroked
in and out of Tracy, trying to push his desire to
fulfill her request out of his mind.  He heard her
gasp, signaling her orgasm.  At the same time he
felt himself reaching his own release and as he
poured into her he pulled her face to his, forcing
her to make eye contact with him. "Look me in the
eyes now, bia, and tell me what you want" he commanded.
Tracy leaned closer, the haze from her continuing
orgasm clouding her eyes.  "I want us to be together
forever, Javier.  I love you!".  He gently pulled
her neck to his mouth, resting his teeth on the soft
skin of her neck, "Then let me give you what we both
have longed for..."

End of Part 1

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Vaquera@kincyb.com  (Jennifer Nieboer)
Suppose you were an idiot. Suppose you were a member
of Congress. But I repeat myself.
--Mark Twain
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Here is part 2 for everyone. Remember to send comments
to Jean at gasteel@erols.com
Any posting problems should be sent to me at
Vaquera@kincyb.com
Usual disclaimers from Part 1 still apply
The whole story is rated "adult", but this part
has no sexual content...

"The Way You Do The Things You Do"  Part 2/3


Tracy jumped to her feet overturning the coffee table
in her haste to stand up.  It took her several seconds
to realize two important things; she was standing in
front her open sliding glass window and.....
she was nude.

She ran back to her bedroom wondering which one of her
neighbors had had the "thrill" of watching her lay
there most of the morning.  What had she done last
night? Oh God, I begged Vachon to bring me across!
Fighting her rising panic she went to the bathroom
to check her now aching neck.

There were two small punctures, already healing, on the
left side of her neck.  A myriad of emotions came to
mind; she was glad to be alive, she was sad not to be
with Vachon....and why hadn't he taken her up on her
offer? She dropped to her knees holding her face in
her hands; how could she have allowed her emotions to
get the best of her? She felt like the last day of a
bad bender. Her head was pounding and the light in the
mirror was playing havoc with her already burning eyes.
//This is the highlight of my week!? Detective Tracy
Vetter, homicide detective, no less.  Trained to deal
from the head and not the heart, in a moment of true
self apathy begs the man she loves to end her life....
film at 11//  There was no getting around it.  She
would have to face Vachon and apologize.

Not wanting to wait until dark she showered, dressed
and drove to the church.  After checking her appearance
for the tenth time, she pulled herself out of the
drivers seat and slowly made her way to the entrance.
//I'm surprised he hasn't bolted the door shut.  Well,
it looks like he's still here, hasn't flown the coop
yet//

"Vachon, are you here? It's me Tracy".  She felt like
a fool speaking to no one, but Vachon's kind did not
take kindly to surprises during the day light hours.
She found her way to the area where he slept.  As
quietly as she could she began pulling back the
curtains surrounding his bed.  Instantly her progress
was halted by a hand gripping her wrist.  She stumbled
back, slamming into Vachon as she fell.  "Why do you
do that, Vachon!?"   Before he could answer she
finished her own question, "Wait a minute, don't tell
me, because you can, right?! "

She turned, facing him for the first time since the
night before.  He didn't look angry, in fact, he
looked kind of amused.  She pulled herself up to her
full height trying to gather her thoughts and say what
she had come to say. "I, uh...., I need to talk to you
about last night. And before you interrupt me just let
me finish" Taking a deep breath she began "I just
wanted to let you know how sorry I am.  I know it was
wrong of me to play with your feelings like that.  I
have no excuse for my behavior, except to say that it
won't happen again.  Unless I'm sure, that is.  Sure
about what I want to do, not about my feelings for you.
I'm sure about those...my feelings....about you."
//Just babble on, Vetter//

She could feel his eyes on her and she could hear her
own heartbeat thudding in her ears.  By avoiding
direct eye contact with Vachon she hoped to make
it through her speech without breaking down completely.
As she struggled for the words that would convey the
depth of her emotions she was suddenly reminded of
similar incidents like this with her father.  She
remembered when she had tried to please him; to be
the perfect "daddy's girl".  Only to be in this exact
situation ; apologizing for not getting it right.  She
tried to continue explaining to Vachon exactly what had
motivated her request the night before, but the words
wouldn't come.

//Please let me get through this one sentence//  All
at once she blanked, unable to recall what it was she
wanted to say.  Vachon, seeing her in obvious torment
over the situation, tried to comfort her.  He reached
out and slowly encircled Tracy in his arms  "It's o.k.
Trace" he whispered. "You're not the only one who
should be apologizing".

She felt herself losing control; here she was the
person who had hurt him and he was trying to help her
instead.  "I'm sorry, Vachon" she stammered, breaking
free of his embrace "I have to get out of here!" She
turned and ran from the church.  By the time she
reached her car she could hardly control her tears.
With shaking hands she retrieved the keys from her
coat pocket. Managing one last look at Vachon's window
before she jumped in her car, she wondered......was
it her imagination, or had he called out to her to
come back???

End of Part 2

Here is Part 3 of Jean's fiction.  Remember to send
comments and praise to her at gasteel@erols.com
Posting problems should be addressed to me at
Vaquera@kincyb.com
All the usual disclaimers apply; rated Adult
for some sexual content.

"The Way You Do The Things You Do"  Part 3/3


The sound of the ringing phone intruded on an
especially warm dream Tracy was having.  She and
Vachon together in each others arms.

//Mmmm...the things he could do with his tongue........//

Ring!!!!

"Alright, alright!!

"Hello...hi Dad.  No, no I was just catching up on
some sleep. No, you don't have to call back, I'm up
now.  You want to what??" She listened in stunned
silence for several minutes as her father struggled
to apologize for their heated argument several nights
earlier.  He told her he was sorry and that he was
very proud of her accomplishments on the force.  And,
most importantly, he would try not to interfere with
her career.

//Try, being the operative word// she thought.  But
it was a good start, and much more than she could have
ever hoped for given her fathers past track record.

"Yes, me too.  Talk to you soon".  Relief flooded over
her.  She hadn't realized how much his words had weighed
on her mind.  Now maybe she could get some real sleep.
She made her way back to the bedroom and curled up in
her comforter, trying to remember her dream.  She would
have to do some real explaining to Vachon; later,
after she got some sleep.

She felt as if she had just dozed off when she heard
her CD player kick on. Immediately she came fully
awake.  Making her way to her top dresser drawer she
drew her gun from its holster.  Glancing at the clock,
she noted the time: 7:00 PM.  As she made her way down
the hall she wondered what kind of burglar breaks into
an apartment at this hour to use a CD player? //I don't
even own this kind of music// she thought, as the
haunting melody wafted down the hallway.

Reaching the area where the hallway and living room
merged; she went to a crouched position and slowly
peeked around the corner.  The sight that met her eyes
was nothing short of spectacular.  She stood up and
cautiously entered the living room.  Every available
level surface was covered with flowers.

"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" She knew that voice.
Vachon!  He was heading out of the kitchen with
another bouquet.  He tried to hand the flowers to
her, at which point she remembered the gun in her hand.


"Let's trade".  He removed the gun from her grip and
gingerly placed it on the counter.

"Music, flowers.....what's the occasion?" she asked.
"I know its not my birthday, and we didn't have
anything planned, or did we?"

"No plans,  just my way of letting you know I care".
Taking her hands he led her to the couch.

She could feel the guilt creeping in.  // I run out
on him today and he repays me by bringing me dozens
of flowers//

"Trace, now I have something I want to say to you,
so it's your turn to listen.  You can say anything
you want after I finish. Fair??"  She nodded. "Good.
First off, I have a confession to make.  I was outside,
on the balcony, the other night when you and your
father were on the phone."

Her eyes widened at this revelation.  She tried to
remember all of what had been said. //Yeah, most of
it was pretty awful//

"If it's any consolation, I didn't stay out there
long.  But...long enough to know that he was upsetting
you.  I was coming to you that night to tell you that
I wanted more than just a casual friendship.  After I
heard you arguing, I just left.  And I've spent the
past few days trying to convince myself that what we
have is good, and we should try to keep it going."
Feeling the tears welling up she tried to turn her
head away.

Vachon reached out and brought her face to within
inches of his.  "This thing with your father is
nothing for you to be upset about, cara. Think instead
about the two of us"   He kissed her lightly, brushing
his lips against hers in a slow soothing fashion.

"I've never told you about my father, have I?  He was
much the same as yours; wanting what he thought was
best for his children.  Never stopping to consider
that one of us might want to pursue a different path.
I was young by today's standards when I left home,
but I will always remember the feeling of freedom as
I left him.  I loved him, and yet, I felt nothing but
joy on that day."  Vachon's eyes clouded as he spoke
these words, as if he were reliving those years all
over again.

"You have to go your own way, Trace.  You can't let
someone else, even your father, decide the path your
life should take."  She nodded and reached out to hug
Vachon.

"He called and apologized to me this morning.  I
didn't realize I was taking this out on you until
that moment.  I want us to be closer, I really do!
I'm so sorry."  They remained in an embrace for quite
a while, each relishing the comfort that only this
close contact could bring.

Several minutes later Vachon released Tracy.  Taking
her hand he stood up from the couch pulling her with
him.  "OK, now that thats taken care of, go get dressed.
We didn't have plans, but I have a fantastic evening
planned for you, Tracy Vetter"  Tracy hesitated,
trying to read Vachon's expression and guess what
he had in mind.

"No, I'm not going to tell you what my plans are,
just go get dressed"  He pointed her in the direction
of her bedroom, but before letting her go he hugged her
from behind.  Nuzzling her earlobe he whispered "And
make it something really nice, if you get my meaning"

It took her over an hour to shower and pick out what
she thought was an appropriate outfit; a black evening
dress, short, with a matching jacket. Looking at herself
in the mirror she almost lost her nerve to wear it.  It
was very tight and left little to the imagination, but,
he did say something nice.  And this was definitely
that. Taking a deep breath she left the bedroom, hoping
her outfit had the desired effect on him.

As she reached the living room she found Vachon had
also changed from his street wear to a suit and tie.
They stared at each other for several seconds, neither
one used to seeing the other in anything more formal
than jeans or pant suits.  Vachon could see the outline
of Tracy's breasts very clearly through the sheer
material of her dress.  He began imagining how they
would feel nestled in his hands, how she would moan
when he entered her.  Shaking his head he concentrated
on the task at hand.  "You look beautiful, Trace"
he whispered.

"Why thank you, Senor Vachon, you look "beautiful"
as well.  I didn't even know you owned a suit like
this" she said as she felt the material of his
lapels.  Smooth and cool, obviously very expensive.
"What did you have in mind for this evening?"

"Well, I know this little place "off the beaten path",
as they say.  And it serves authentic Spanish cuisine
so it's got to be good" He led her to the balcony.
"I thought, since it's such a warm night, you might
like to experience the view first hand."  Vachon bent
and swept Tracy into his arms. In an instant they were
high above the city.  She had forgotten how secure
and protected he could make her feel; in his arms
with her face resting against his neck.  She closed
her eyes savoring the exclusive scent that was Vachon.

Feeling him descending she opened her eyes.  They were
in front of a small but elegant looking building;
"Tio Pepe", the sign read.  She had heard about this
place, supposed to be very good food and even better
atmosphere. //Very conducive to romance.  It seems
Vachon had put a lot of thought into his choice for
dinner//

They entered and were led to a table reserved under
the name of "J.D. Valdez".  After the waiter had
taken their drink orders, Vachon leaned across the
table and took Tracy's hand in his "I want this night
to be special, so order whatever you like."

She shifted under his gaze, feeling uncomfortable
that he couldn't eat with her. //This can't be very
enjoyable for him//

As the waiter returned with their drinks Vachon
removed a small silver flask from his suit jacket
and poured the contents into his sangria.  He raised
his glass to Tracy's "To us, to this special night,
and to many more nights together."

Anyone else would have been repulsed by the sight of
Vachon obviously spiking his wine with blood; but
somehow it felt comfortable.  He trusted her enough
to be himself and she found herself inexplicably
drawn to his lips.  She could taste the iron tang
of the blood mixing with the wine still lingering
on his lips.  Realizing that people were looking
in their direction, she slowly retreated from his
lips.  "Sorry...I just got carried away with the
moment, I guess".

//You and me both//  he thought.  "I've got something
for you, Trace. Something I hope you've wanted as much
as I have".  He removed a small black box from his
pocket and placed it on the table.  She picked it up
with trembling hands and opened it.  "It was my Mothers'.
Given to her by my father".  He took her hand and placed
the ring on her third finger, left hand.  "I want you to
have this, Tracy.  I know I can't ask you to marry me
in the sense that mortals think of marriage, but I do
know that I want to be with you.  She stared at him in
disbelief.  " I have to know; is this something that
you would want as well?"

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Send comments, questions to me at the below.  I am formulating another
installment to this story, depending upon the feedback for this one.  As
always, thanks to Jenn and Bonnie for their help!!  This is my first piece,
so be kind?!

Jean
gasteel@erols.com

P.S. Tio Pepe is a real restaurant, however, it is here in Baltimore.  Great
place to go if you are ever in town and like authentic Spanish dishes.  I
put it in the story as I have never been to Toronto and could'nt come up
with an authentic existing restaurant.

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Vaquera@kincyb.com  (Jennifer Nieboer)
Suppose you were an idiot. Suppose you were a member
of Congress. But I repeat myself.
--Mark Twain
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