Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 18:25:21 -0500 From: Michael McCullah Subject: XOVER: What happens when ...? (1/1) This idea came about after watching a recent rerun of Kindred: the Embraced. I began thinking what would happen if Janette had ever seen the Haven, so this is what I would like to happen. Plus I just had to add a couple of Malks for good luck. Enjoy! Disclaimers: 1. Forever knight belongs to their respective PTB. 2. Kindred: the Embraced belongs to it PTB. What happens when ...? (1/1) a FK/ K:tE XOVER By Samantha McCullah Janette stood just inside the door of the Haven and looked around in disgust. The Haven looked suspiciously like the Raven back in Toronto. She walked further into the club, nearly runing into a young vampir dressed unfashionably in black leather. she thought with a sniff of disgust. She walked to the bar and ordered a glass of the House Special. She smelled the drink when it arrived and grimaced slightly. she thought as her anger reached a new level. "You haven't presented yourself," a rough voice from behind her stated. "The prince request your Presentation." Janette turned slightly until she could see the speaker. It was the young Gangrel she'd nearly run into. "No one holds Domoinion over me," she replied venting her anger on the nearest object which just happened to be the Gangrel. "I answer to no man, no god, no prince." "A Blood Hunt -." "Call your hunt." "Cash, leave the woman alone," a new female voice ordered. Janette turned to face a cheap ( and I do mean cheap!) imitation of herself. "Lillie Langtry," the newcomer offered her hand. Janette looked at the offering and arched an eyebrow. When Lillie noticed that Janette obviously wasn't going to be friendly she turned with a huff to return to the prince's side. "New in town and already she's made powerful enemies," two voices broke in in unison. Janette turned to see to twin vampires staring intently at her. "And you are?" she asked. "Emerald." "Sapphira." the reply was in cync. "We're Malkavians," one of them stated. "Janette DuCharme," she replied. "You don't like Miss Lillie, do you?" one asked. "No." "You don't like the Haven?" the other questioned. "No." "So what are you going to do about it?" they asked, once again in unison. Then Janette realized what they were offering. A smile slipped onto her face that should have been on La Croix's. "Here's my idea," she told them. When she finished, a grin spread onto the Malkavians' faces so that they both looked like the canary that just ate the cat. The next night three shadows stood waiting outside the Haven; from inside rock music blared. Suddenly a loud pop was heard over the music, and half the club's patron's ran out screaming covered in neon green paint. The other half followed shortly only they were covered in neon orange. Then from a second floor window, Lillie let out a piercing shriek as she fell covered in a mixture of neon orange, green, yellow, and purple paint. Janette, dressed stylishly (having recovered from the 'Human Factor') in red velvet, walked over to Lillie and laughed once before saying,"That will teach you to rip off me and my club." Then the Malkavians broke into intense laughter as they sprayed silly string (tm) all over the place. Janette soon joined in. Then a new laugh joined the other three; they turned to face the tall white-haired man behind them. "Mon cher, how I wish you were still mine," LaCroix said before cracking up again; the trio soon joined back in with the Malkavians still spraying silly string (tm) all over the prince. The End. Samantha McCullah smcculla@cswnet.com Malkavian - Phoenix - Tzimisce antitribu - You name it, I've been it. Sheri L. McCullah