Date: Sat, 13 Feb 1999 21:49:07 -0800 From: Miranda LaCroix Subject: A Valentine's Monologue (01/01) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Disclaimers: Forever Knight is owned by Columbia/Tristar/Sony Permission to archive at www.fkfanfic.com and the fk ftp site Will be archived at: http://welcome.to/FKFanficMir A Valentine's Monologue (01/01) "There is a time, on the second month of the year that makes most people act unusual.. The burst of feelings in the air, the warm spring air brings those in love together. Love is a burning sensation that never goes away. Left unhealed, the wound gets wider, the heart is torn, and the person is left dumbfounded. A man loves a woman, and proclaims his love to her with chocolates, roses, and fine champagne.. I do not think such extravagant spending is needed to win a woman's heart...." LaCroix trailed off. He looked at the patrons of the Raven, but saw no patrons, saw no staff there. The only figure he saw was a young beautiful woman standing by the bar, waiting for him. "Alas, the time does come on the second week of the second month of the year. Yes, my gentle listeners, on February fourteenth, Valentine's Day bursts wallets, steals kisses, and drowns in the many hugs shared by all. There are those who celebrate happily with their wonderful beloveds, together for a day of free joy. And then.. there are those, remembering their beloveds from so long ago..." Lucien LaCroix stared at the white rose, following the edge of every petal. "Those who suffer on Valentine's Day are not the luckiest, nor or they the poorest. A person who is poorest is one who has never felt, known, or acted on love. That man, or woman, is deprived of their precious nature, a nature they should not hold back!" "But, those three groups exist, intertwined within a web of money, affection, and hate. I am no stranger to such a dangerous and unbelievable emotion. I have tasted love, gentle listeners, and I can tell you, there is always, someone.. or something in the way. May it be a door, a body of water or your closest friend...." "They who love shall enjoy their gift as much as they can, to prevent themselves from being forgotten. They who are deprived of such a emotion shall love some day, and some how, they just have to try. But those who have loved, and hold their precious beloveds in their hearts, are left with such terrible pain that which they cannot believe." "I have also been heartbroken my friends..." the Night Crawler whispered, staring at the young woman with tear-filled eyes. His voice went weak as he stared at the woman, resurfaced from a mortal who died so many centuries ago. The sister of his son Nicholas, his starlight beloved... "And the beloved you once knew.. is the most precious flower you'll ever have..." Lucien LaCroix turned off his broadcast to the loving city of Toronto, got up, and walked out to embrace his precious Fleur into his arms. ~Fin~ Miranda fleurdebrabant@cybergal.com