Written in July of 1998  Part 3 of the Witness Series
This is a sequel to "A Game to Lose"


Part 1

Natalie pulled the rubber gloves off her hands and tossed them into the bio-hazard 
bin on the far side of the room.  It had been only a week since their return, and it 
was like nothing had changed in the 6 months they were gone.  Nat stared at the 
stack of paperwork on her desk and sighed as Jill pushed open the door with a grin 
and tossed another folder onto the top of the pile.

"Welcome back, Nat!"  Jill smiled exuberantly as she watched her favorite co-
worker groan in despair when she eyed the ever growing pile of paperwork.

"Didn't anyone ever do the paperwork in this place while I was gone?"  Nat 
plopped down in the chair behind her desk, pulling the first file off the top.

"Actually, Nat, Jerry didn't do any, and the temporary guy did good to get through 
the autopsy without puking his guts out.  The Captain was irate for awhile about it 
but it didn't do any good.  Besides, the Captain was sure you and Nick would find a 
way to return."  Jill sat down in the chair opposite Nat when she continued. 

"I'm so glad you're back and safe, Nat, but you have to admit this whole thing did 
have a plus to it."  Jill smiled with mischief in her eyes.

"Oh, really?"  Nat raised a questioning eye.

"It finally pushed the blond enigma over the edge and made him commit.  I won 
the pool, you know...  $500 Canadian.  I was the closest...Tracy was second."  Jill 
chuckled as Natalie's mouth dropped open.

"You were betting on when Nick and I would...."

Jill tried to look guilty but just couldn't contain the mirth in her face and finally 
gave into the giggles.  "I'm sorry, Nat, but you know as well as I that you and Nick 
have had the hots for each other for over 7 years.  It was about time you did 
something about it.  Everyone in the department knew and had money in the pool.  
Heavens, even the day shift had money in it.  I'm just so happy for you, I could 
spit."  Jill leaned over and squeezed her arm in comfort.  "Of course, the other half 
of the women on the force are finally cut out and have written Nick off as 
completely non-touchable.  We all knew he'd never had eyes for anyone but you.  
So when is the wedding?  Nick said you guys would tie the knot again in front of 
everyone, and the whole precinct is primed for a big party."

The phone rang loudly and Nat smiled.  "That's probably our wedding planner 
now.  She's been calling me every night for a week trying to get me to commit.  So 
I guess we are going to have to bite the bullet and let her do it."  Nat reached to 
pick up the phone.

"Lambert...ah...Knight...ah...sorry...the morgue...this is Natalie."  Nat stumbled, 
not quite sure anymore how she was to answer the phone while she turned red in 
front of Jill.

"Natalie.  It's Denise.  Have you thought about it yet?  You know I'm not going to 
give up until you say yes and you and Nick give me a date."

Nat sighed in resignation.  "Okay, Denise.  How about in two weeks?  Is that 
enough time?  Everyone will be local and..."

"That's perfect, Nat!  I'll handle everything.  You just get me the guest list and I'll 
even help you find a dress.  We can go shopping tomorrow afternoon.  I'll call the 
caterers, the florist, the band, the..."

"Wait, Denise...I have to have some input here.  We have some restrictions due to 
Nick's condition that have to be taken into consideration and..."  

Denise cut her off again.  "Not to worry, Nat.  I've got that all covered.  We'll do a 
big wedding at St. Francis at night.  It will be early evening and we can party all 
night.  It will be great fun."  Denise beamed with joy.  She loved weddings, 
especially big weddings.

"Denise, I don't think St Francis is..."

"Oh, nonsense Natalie.  I'll arrange it right know.  See you tomorrow!"  She hung 
up and headed for the door.

Nat stared at the receiver in her hand in disbelief.   "I don't believe this is 
happening."  Jill laughed as she rose, waved goodbye, and pushed through the 
inner door into the other room.

Nat carefully laid the receiver onto the cradle, then smiled at the thought.  



Part 2


Nat finished her 12th report for the evening and decided enough was enough.  It 
was almost 5am and she was supposed to have been off over 3 hours ago.  Oh well, 
Nick didn't get off till 5 so what was the point of going home early anyway.  
Natalie leaned back in her chair and let her mind drift back to their pleasant 
escapade in bed that morning.  It didn't seem to matter how many times they made 
love, each was a new experience and treasured by both of them.  He was so sweet 
and considerate this morning and she swore he got better every time.  Maybe it was 
the love that flowed between them that made it feel that way, but she could never 
get enough of him.  The more she sat and thought about Nick, the more excited she 
became.  Finally giving into her more romantic nature, she tossed the last file on 
the pile to the right, grabbed her coat and headed for the door.  She would find 
something sexy to wear and maybe they'd go to sleep before noon.  Then 
again...maybe not.  She smiled as she hit the light switch and closed the door.

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Tracy whistled as she walked down the hall.  If Nat was still there, she wasn't 
going to be pleased with having another batch of paperwork to fix because of her 
replacement's errors.  Secretly she hoped Nat was already gone.  Nick had split as 
soon as their shift had ended to go visit with LaCroix.  She would never 
understand that one, but then again she never truly understood her father either.  It 
still amazed her to think Nick had once trusted LaCroix enough to bring him 
across.  Nick never imparted any of the details and from what she gathered from 
Vachon, it had not been a smooth relationship by any means.  Natalie openly 
despised LaCroix and they had a silent battle every time they were together.  It will 
make an interesting marriage if Nat lives long enough to see Nick mortal.  Nick 
nor Natalie mentioned any of the details, but Nick was changing. Even she could 
see that.  Vachon was a little more glib about it, as well as the danger they were 
placing themselves in the community.  It seemed the community and the elders 
owed Natalie as well as Nick after the fever outbreak.  She assumed the reasons for 
Nick's and Nat's silence was for her own protection, so she didn't push the issue.  
She had to admit though, Nat certainly looked good when she returned from 
Alaska.  She could have sworn the woman actually looked younger than when she 
left.  Of course, maybe it was love or making love to a vampire and living to tell 
about it that did it.  If that was the case, she knew a vampire she'd like to try it 
with.  Tracy smiled as she pushed open the door to total darkness.

"Nat, you here?"  Tracy yelled.  Knowing full well that she was gone along with 
everyone else, Tracy flipped on the light and noticed the huge pile of folders on 
Nat's desk.  "Good for you, Nat.  I wouldn't let paperwork keep me from the man I 
love either."  Tracy sat down behind the desk and scanned both piles of folders 
deciding the one on the left was the 'to-do' pile.  As she stood her knee brushed the 
corner of the drawer.  Noticing it slightly ajar, she reached down to close it, but 
decided to peak inside instead.  Maybe she'd learn a little more about her friend 
after all.  Inside the drawer sat an ancient old leather bound book along with a 
smaller red notebook.  

Curiosity got the better of her, and she pulled them out.  First, she flipped open the 
older book and noticed the Chinese writing, then she flipped open the small 
notebook.  Tracy immediately noticed the page numbers corresponded.  Apparently 
Nat was translating the Chinese book which she noticed was entitled the 'Ancient 
Chinese Book of Cures.'  Trace laughed and decided to flip through.  Most of the 
front of the book was dedicated to medicinal cures for common aliments.  Then she 
turned the page to find something a bit more entertaining.

On page 39, she noted there was no title, so she read further.  Most of the 
ingredients were common-place or could be retrieved from one of the Chinese 
apothecaries in Little China.  As she read, she realized the writer was excited .  
Finally, she understood.  It was a Chinese love potion.  Tracy laughed hysterically 
until she read the final words.  Guaranteed to make anyone love you including the 
undead.
 
"What?"  Tracy squeaked to herself.  The undead....what would the Chinese know 
of the undead?  She quickly scanned the rest of the notes beyond page 39 and noted 
a great deal of the rest of the book was based on ways to deal with beings classified 
as undead...vampires, zombies, werewolves and ghosts.  Was this how Nat got 
Nick to change?  Tracy flipped back to the page and reread the passage.  Quickly, 
she pulled one of the files off the pile of folders on her right and flipped it open.  
She eyed the handwriting and Natalie's signature at the bottom, then she returned 
to the red notebook.  It wasn't Natalie's handwriting.  She then pulled out a scrap of 
paper from her coat pocket and laid it down next to the writing in the red 
notebook.  The note from Nick didn't match the handwriting either.  Tracy 
continued to flip through the notebook.  Nowhere in the red notebook did she find 
either Nick or Nat's handwriting.  Why would Natalie have this book in her desk?  

Intrigued by the love potion, she returned to the page, then made some notes of her 
own.  Wouldn't it be a scream if she could get Vachon...no...no way this was real or 
was it?  Natalie would have had notes all through it if there were any chance.  
Still...?

Tracy heard footsteps coming down the hall, quickly slammed the book closed and 
shoved it in the drawer. Jill pushed open the door seconds later.  "Oh hi, Trace!  I 
saw the light and I was going to come down and chastise Nat for staying late again.  
Glad to see it's you instead of her.  Is there a problem?"

"No, Jill.  I just brought another headache for her and I didn't want to throw it in 
the wrong pile.  I think the one on the left..."  Tracy eyed the larger of the two 
piles. "...is the one not yet finished.  If I'm wrong, point this one out to her 
tomorrow, will you?"  Tracy tapped the top file with a smile.  "I'm sure she'll be 
thrilled beyond words."  Both women laughed and Tracy headed for the door.

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Nick walked in the front door of the Raven.  It was just a few minutes after 5 and 
he had an hour to convince LaCroix to be nice.   That was a joke.  Who was he 
kidding?  There were a lot of things in life LaCroix was, but nice wasn't in his 
vocabulary.  So, he had to come up with something worthwhile to make him 
behave.  Natalie wasn't keen on the big wedding scene, but they both felt if they 
were to stay here another 10 years, they were going to have to do something to 
appease their mortal friends.  If that meant a wedding and reception, then so be it.   
LaCroix would just have to behave himself.

"Nicholas, to what do I owe the honor?"  LaCroix velvet smooth voice oozed across 
the room from the bar as he sat staring blankly at his son.  "Do come in and join 
me."  He lifted his glass, then motioned toward the stool beside him.  His dark 
jacket accented the pale white of his skin as he reached across the bar for another 
glass.  "I'm sure I can find some of that swill you normally drink.  Alma is so 
insistent about keeping it for you."  He raised one eye inquisitively.  "Unless of 
course, you'd prefer to drink from my private stock?"

Nick reached over the bar and pulled out a small bottle kept in a special place.  He 
uncorked it, then poured, watching LaCroix closely as he waited for a scathing 
comment.  When he finished, he sipped slowly and pretended to like it.  All in all, 
it was becoming less bitter than before, so maybe he was making progress after all.  
LaCroix watched him closely and secretly admired Nick's will and ability to cover 
his true feelings. 

"So what brings you to my humble establishment, Nicholas?"  LaCroix turned 
casually and picked up his own glass and savored the fresh blood as it slid down 
the back of his throat.  After his last attempt to rid himself of the good Doctor had 
failed, he'd decided a different approach was required.  Especially now since his 
son and the good doctor were playing house.  It was just a matter of time before 
Nicholas gave into his baser needs, then he would have another member in his 
family or she'd be dead.  It really didn't matter either way, but he had to admit, the 
good doctor's tenacity intrigued him almost as much as his son's did.  They would 
make a good pair in the centuries to come to keep him on his toes.  He did so love a 
challenge and possibly combined it might be even more amusing.  After all, he did 
lose the last little encounter and that had never happened before.  Nicholas was 
probing him through their blood link, trying to determine his mood.  That was 
good.  His son always used his talents when it benefited him.  So much for the 
'mortals have something we don't'  theory.

"I've come to ask a favor of you, LaCroix...actually, two."  Nick waited patiently for 
his father to respond.  Patience was a virtue rewarded greatly when dealing with 
LaCroix.  It had taken him 400 years to learn that. 

LaCroix raised his eyes from his glass and smiled benevolently.  "Why of course, 
Nicholas.  You know you have but to ask....politely."

The glass Nick was bringing to his lips stopped in mid-air and he returned it 
calmly to the bar.  "Since when, LaCroix?  The benevolent father, you have never 
been.  To you, everything has a price tag and I don't suspect this will be any 
different.  So let's cut to the chase.  Natalie and I are going to get married and have 
a big reception.  I would like you to attend and not interfere.  So tell me what that 
will cost me?"
Nick watched his father's face and saw complete amazement pass over his features 
before he slammed that stoic facade of his back in place.

"Well, Nicholas I'm honored you would even think to invite me, but I fail to see the 
point in the whole thing since you two are already living together, and I'm told 
already legally wed.  What would be the point?"

"The point is, Nat and I have to live in this life another 10 years and we would like 
it to be normal...or at least look like it's normal.  My boss' wife is going nuts over 
throwing a wedding for us and it would be totally callous and not in our best 
interest to ignore it.  I know you don't approve of my relationship with Nat and I 
respect that, but I can't afford to have you or any of the rest of the community cause 
problems at the wedding.  It would not be in anyone's  best interest.  I want your 
promise that you won't cause any problems at the wedding or reception...and for 
that I'll spend 10 days with you by ourselves tramping through Europe just like the 
old days.  During that time I'll do whatever you want short of murder.  It will be 
your chance to show me the attributes you  deem so high in a world I despise."  
Nick stood perfectly still and let his father probe him through their link.  It was a 
risk and Nick knew it, but he couldn't think of anything short of giving him Natalie 
to drain that would make LaCroix behave.

"Interesting proposition, Nicholas.  Does this mean you'll drink human blood the 
whole time, and enjoy yourself as we did in the old days?  Francesca comes to 
mind, and Serena."  LaCroix felt his son squirm at the mention of the women and 
it caused him to smirk as he brought the glass to his lips.

"I'm a married man, LaCroix.  You can't expect me to have an affair while my wife 
waits at home faithfully.  As to the human blood, yes, I'll drink human blood when 
we are together.  I'll use all my vampire capabilities short of killing.  Those are the 
conditions.  Take it or leave it."  Determination was written on his face.

"And if I don't agree, Nicholas?  What will you do?"  LaCroix stood and eyed his 
son callously.

Nick refused to move as he glared into his father's blue eyes.  "The Raven will 
undergo a rapid change during the daytime with all its occupants in it.  Arson IS 
on the rise these days and these old buildings are such tinder boxes, don't you 
agree?"  Nick eyed his father closely waiting for the explosion.

A smile spread across LaCroix's lips as he felt the resolve in his son.  "I see all 
those years of training haven't gone to waste after all."  A small laugh escaped his 
lips like a cold slap on Nicholas' face. "Done, Nicholas....my non-interference for 
10 days with you...no killing and no cheating on the Good Doctor.  All else is fair 
game."  He reached for his own bottle and poured it into his son's glass.  "Shall we 
seal our bargain with a drink?"  He let his power wash over Nicholas causing him 
to stumble slightly and fight for control.  LaCroix eyed his son closely, then 
pressed his face into his. "This should be interesting...interesting indeed."

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Natalie pushed open the lift door with one hand and her foot.  The bags in her 
arms were awkward and she cursed lightly as she felt one of them slip when she 
shoved the door.  A pair of hands grabbed one of them before it slipped to the floor.  
Finally, she notice the two men standing quietly in front of her.  Fear leaped into 
her throat as their power washed over her.  Instantly, she knew exactly what they 
were.  She stepped back quickly only to find herself tossed on the floor.

"Welcome home, Doctor.  You have something we want."  Jacob flashed a silver 
knife as his fangs descended and he straddled her struggling form.  With a swift 
controlled motion he slapped her hard across the face.  Darkness swept over her 
while her lips formed a silent scream.


Part 3


Nick brought the last of the blood to his lips, when fear ripped through his senses.  
Pure, unadulterated terror washed over him and he knew instantly Nat was in 
trouble.  LaCroix watched Nick's expression turn from confusion to fear, then 
finally anger.  Before there was time to speak, Nick bolted straight out the door 
into the night.  

"What have you done this time, Doctor?"  LaCroix downed the remaining contents 
of his glass then followed his son into the night.

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Nick crashed through his own skylight heedless of anything or anyone in his way.  
He could still feel his connection to Nat but it was weakened.  Landing quickly, he 
surveyed the loft, reaching out with all his senses to find his beloved and the 
intruder.  Nat lay quietly on the floor, unconscious, but nothing else was amiss.  
Without hesitation he rushed to her side and checked her pulse.  Blood seeped from 
the wound on her wrist but her heart was steady.  He felt her head and found a 
large bump at the back of her skull, apparently where she hit the floor.

"Nat?  Can you hear me?"  Nick pulled her into his lap and staunched the flow of 
blood with one hand while caressing her cheek softly as he spoke.  She began to 
stir.  A loud noise caught his attention and he looked up to face his father standing 
nervously in front of him.  Power washed through the room, causing LaCroix to 
growl in anger.  Nick could feel it, but he remained confused when Nat opened her 
blue eyes.

"Nick?"  She whispered dryly through a parched throat.  "Where did they go?"  She 
tried to sit up but Nick restrained her.
 
"No, Nat, you're bleeding."  He squeezed her wrist tighter until she finally looked 
down at her own wrist and stopped struggling.  "I need to call an ambulance."  He 
reached into his coat pocket with the hand he'd caressed her cheek with and pulled 
out  his cell phone.  One handed he dialed 911 and gave his address.

LaCroix calmed a bit but the electricity in the room unnerved him and his famous 
calm was replaced by golden eyes that continually searched the room.  Nick, too 
concerned for Natalie at the moment, missed the anxiety laden emotions gnawing 
at his maker until LaCroix howled in rage and shot straight through the skylight.  
Only then did Nick reach out to his father through their link.  Violent anger 
engulfed Nick through their blood link to the point Nick gasped for breath from its 
intensity.

Nat reached up to her husband's distraught face in concern.  "Nick?  What is it?"

Getting a hold of his own emotions, Nick finally pushed out to his father only to 
find him completely gone.  A cold void greeted him, touched by only the slightest 
life force letting him know that LaCroix lived but was nowhere near.

"Nick?"  Worried blue eyes met his, when Nick turned his attention back to his 
injured wife.

"LaCroix is at the bottom of this, Nat.  But he's angry, almost scared.  I can't 
explain what I feel."  He stared up at the skylight.  "He's fled the city."  Nick then 
turned his attention back to Nat's bleeding wrist to make sure the pressure was 
controlling the bleeding.  "Who was it that attacked you.  Do you know?"  Nick 
feverently hoped that it wasn't what he expected.

"They were Enforcers, Nick...two of them.  They never said much but tossed me on 
the floor and slammed my head once for good measure.  I thought they were going 
to kill me.  One sliced my wrist with a silver knife.  It went dark after that.  I don't 
remember much else."  Tired, worried eyes met his.  "Why would they attack me 
now?  Why didn't they kill me?"

Nick pulled her tight into his arms and rocked her gently as he caressed her back 
with one hand.  "I don't know, Nat.  I don't know!"  Fear edged his voice as he 
spoke, then the buzzer sounded.  The ambulance had arrived.

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Tracy was awakened by the phone ringing loudly next to her head.  "Vetter," she 
said in a sleep laced voice.

"Detective Vetter, this is nurse O'Brien down at St. Joseph's Medical Center.  I 
have your partner here and his wife.  He asked if you'd come down and give them a 
ride home.  Something about his sun allergy condition."  The nurse sounded 
confused as she spoke.

"Yes...what?  Nick has been hurt?"  Tracy tried to wake up and make sense of the 
information.

"No, your partner is fine, Detective.  It's Doctor Lambert who was injured.  They 
just need a ride."

"Is Natalie okay?"  Tracy bolted from the bed trying to slip one leg into her jeans as 
she cradled the phone up against her ear.

"She's fine, Detective.  Shall I tell him you are on your way?"  The nurse chuckled 
as she heard the rustle of clothes in the background.  

"Yes, I'll be there in 10 minutes."  Tracy hung up the phone just as she shoved her 
other leg into her jeans and searched for her sweater.

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LaCroix paced the floor of his hotel room, stopping periodically to stare at the 
drapes.  He knew it was near noon and he was trapped until dusk.  He'd made 
repeated phone calls to the loft to no avail, knowing full well his son would brave 
the noon day sun to stay with the good doctor in her hour of stress.  Things would 
have to change soon if he understood the electrical current that played in the air 
earlier that day. What he felt caused almost intolerable physical pain.  Only one 
thing could cause that and Nicholas was too young to even guess at the severity and 
swiftness such power controlled.  He must return to Toronto tonight.  He would 
find all the answers there.

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Tracy opened the door for Natalie, trying to avoid bumping her stitched up wrist.  
The garage door slid silently closed as Nat walked to the rear of the car and popped 
the trunk.  Nick jumped quickly out.  

He brushed his suit jacket in an effort to remove the lint and dirt then smirked at 
his partner.  "You know, Trace, some people clean their trunks once in awhile.  I 
could catch unknown viruses back there if I'm not careful."

Tracy glared at her partner.  "Yeah, right.  Like I'm suppose to feel sorry for you 
having to ride in a cramped dirty trunk.  Last time I checked vampires only die 
from stakes and sunlight."  She glanced at the high windows in the garage.  "Guess 
I could open the garage door for my ungrateful partner for ruining my sleep.  The 
least you could do is say thanks."  She placed a hand on her hip and waited.

Nick smiled sheepishly.  "Sorry, Trace.  You know I was just kidding.  Nat and I 
really appreciate your help."  Nick used his puppy dog look that always undid her 
and she couldn't stay mad.

"Okay, apology accepted along with the thanks.  Now you two get upstairs while I 
go get some rest.  I'm really cranky when I don't get my 8 hours."  She smiled and 
walked back around to the driver's side of the car.

Nick walked around and shut the door for her.  "Really...thanks, Trace.  I 
appreciate you coming down for us.  I just didn't want Nat driving with her arm 
like that."

"No problem, Nick.  See you tonight and we'll get to the bottom of it."  She started 
the engine as Nick hit the remote. The garage door slid silently up and  he stepped 
away from the light.


Part 4-Adult


"You feeling okay?"  Nick asked as he put his arm around his wife while they rode 
up the lift.

Natalie turned and raised her arms gently to his shoulders, then kissed him softly.  
"I'm more than okay, Nick.  I have a husband who loves me, friends who care, and 
I survived an attack of the Enforcers.  All in all, I feel better than great."  She 
leaned into him provocatively and offered him her lips which he gratefully 
accepted.

When their lips met all the tension of the day drained away into something more 
enticing.  Nick gave into her warmth and passion and opened his heart to her once 
more.  Their tongues dueled for supremacy until a groan escaped her lips and the 
lift stopped.  The feel of her body molded to his fueled the fire she'd started and 
they both wanted more.  It seemed he could never get enough of her, and today was 
no different. 

Refusing to break the kiss, he pushed open the lift door with one hand, then lifted 
her gently in his arms.  Finally, requiring oxygen Nat broke away from the sweet 
onslaught of his lips.  He moaned in protest, but then met her lust-filled eyes with 
his own.  Swiftly he carried her into the loft and up the stairs.

Careful not to injure her hand, he set her down gently on the floor, then returned 
his lips to hers. He sucked gently on her tongue then trailed light kisses down her 
neck that she offered so freely.  Her strong pulse beckoned to the vampire as he 
licked and sucked the vein at the base of her neck, but the warmth of her body 
enticed the man to distraction.  Slowly, the lust of the man was overcoming the 
need of the vampire.  Nat moaned softly in protest when he pulled away.  Quickly 
he pulled her sweater over her head and returned his lips to the swell of her 
breasts.  He was greeted by a hard nub under his fingertips that caressed the other 
mound freely.  Without hesitation, Nick unhooked her bra, letting it slip to the 
floor, and sucked the hard nub before his lips into his mouth.  His other hand 
applied long hard caresses to her back as he pulled her closer to give the other 
breast equal treatment.

She loved the feel of his lips on her skin.  The soft cool touch of his hand enflamed 
her and she wanted all of him.  His silky blond hair called to the woman and she 
gave into her desires.  She marveled at the sensations he caused in her body and 
she urged him onward by pulling his head harder against her breast.  Nick growled 
softly, then released her breast to give his attention back to her swollen lips.  She 
whimpered until his lips met hers once more.  He ground his growing manhood 
into her thigh as he molded her body to his.  The sweet caress of his cool fingers on 
her bare back made her feel treasured beyond words but lust was fast becoming the 
dominating factor in her body's need.

As if Nick could read her thoughts, he picked her up and carried her to their bed.  
He laid her down gently, then stepped back to admire the lovely, half naked woman 
he loved before him.  Her sultry eyes and kiss-swollen lips made him ache with 
need and something he'd forgotten about for centuries...  unconditional love 
without fear of rejection.  He loved this woman totally and completely, and would 
die without her by his side.  For the first time since becoming a vampire he felt like 
a man, and for that, there would be a price that he would willingly pay.  Natalie 
pushed into their bond and felt his calm and love growing with each breath that he 
took.  She smiled in acceptance and reached out to him.  

"Make love to me, Nick...slow and easy until we are one.  No more me and you, but 
just us.  I want you inside my body and my soul until I know your heart is mine 
forever."  She watched him accept what she offered and quickly removed his 
clothes.

He stood before her gloriously naked with his manhood begging for attention and 
she reached up to touch it.  She grazed it slightly with her fingertips eliciting a 
gasp from his lips.  He grabbed her hand and pressed it harder onto his shaft, then 
she sat up to give it her full attention.  Long strokes from her delicate fingers made 
him grow even harder under her tender ministrations.  Blood semen seeped to the 
tip and beckoned to her as she kneaded and stroked her husband into a full 
erection.  She leaned into him and licked slowly enjoying the taste of his body, 
causing him to growl in frustration.  She traced light slow circles around his hard 
shaft until his breathing became erratic and the constant low growl from his chest 
told her the vampire was emerging.  Good, she wanted them both today.  Her hot 
mouth slid down onto his shaft and she sucked gently at first, wrapping her tongue 
around his shaft inside her mouth.  His hands pushed her face further onto him as 
she sucked harder and grabbed his tight ass to force him further back into her 
throat, then she pulled away and started the process all over again.

After the fourth time, he screamed in frustration and pushed her back on the bed.  
"No, Nat.  Don't tempt me that way.  I want all of you."  His lips found hers once 
more, then plunged his tongue back into the sweet recesses of her mouth tasting 
traces of his own blood found there.  His hard cock rubbed against the material of 
her slacks, heightening his desire even further.  His hand found the zipper of her 
pants and quickly pushed them over her hips.  Never releasing her lips, he raised 
one leg, and caught the edge of her waistband with his toe and pulled them free.  
Heat radiated from her body into his cool skin. 

Lovingly he traced her sides with his fingertips, then his palm and he kneaded the 
tender flesh beneath his touch.  Light, slow strokes up her naked sides with his 
thumb to the soft swell of her breast made her feel treasured, but the fire inside 
began to flame brightly.  She pulled him full on top of her to enjoy the feel of his 
smooth, hard cool skin against her hot flesh.  His hands wove a magic spell over 
her body like tiny fingers of electricity everywhere he touched.  Breaking the kiss, 
she panted softly in his ear and pulled his head to her neck.  "Please, Nick.  I want 
both of you."

The vampire responded immediately to her plea and his fangs dropped without a 
thought.  The man groaned with desire.    Knowing full well, she was ready for 
him, Nick slowly entered, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from them both.  She arched 
to receive him fully and he complied.  Slowly he rocked within her wet chamber 
until he was buried deep inside her.  She ground her mound hard against the base 
of his shaft letting the tip of him touch her core, but she wanted him deeper.  The 
feel of his hard cool shaft deep within her made her moan softly in his ear and  he 
pushed harder.  Withdrawing slowly to feel all of her heat, then plunging back 
deep within her brought a cry of pleasure to Nat's lips.   With each stroke he 
ground the tip of his cock across her clit, enflaming the lust within her before he 
plunged his shaft deep back into her welcoming body.

He slipped his fangs into her neck while his hard shaft loved her body.  With the 
first taste of the sweet nectar, the vampire was enslaved to the desires of the 
woman and he was lost.  The man gave into the lust and increased their pace as the 
love in her blood controlled the beast with something stronger than chains.  With 
the beast satiated and in control, Nick's fangs retracted and the man screamed in 
need of release.  He pulled out of her, then jerked them both swiftly to their feet 
and turned her back to him.  "I need deeper inside you, my love.  I need all of you 
or I shall go insane."  He bent her slightly and plunged deep within her from the 
rear.  A scream escaped her lips as he began to rock once more pushing deeper 
with each stroke.  His hands wrapped around her and caressed her breasts with one 
hand and her clit with the other.  Exquisite sensations flooded her body and she 
began to contract around his hard shaft.  Her orgasm raged wildly through her like 
an ocean tearing at the shoreline.  Still he demanded more.  "That's it, Nat.  Come 
to me again.  Let me touch you again."  He panted heavily in her ear and she 
exploded around him the second time.  Tiny lights danced behind her eyes and her 
knees gave way but he was relentless in his quest.  He held her full weight and 
plunged even deeper still until he touched her cervix.  Somehow his body knew it 
was his goal and he ground the tip of his shaft against it.  Pure electricity shot 
through her and she orgasmed once more. 

"Yes...yes..." He moaned into her ear as she contracted every muscle in her lower 
body.  "Let me inside you.  Let me make us whole."  Nick's body screamed for 
release.  Once more he ground his hard cock against her cervix, then he exploded 
into the very core of the woman he loved beyond life.  As his seed poured into her, 
she opened up to the love he offered and accepted all that was to come in their life 
together with open arms. 

She collapsed in his arms.  He stepped forward and laid them both down on the bed 
once more without removing his now semi-soft shaft from her willing body.  He 
cocooned her up against him, laid light kisses on her neck, and whispered.  "I love 
you Nat, and I think I always have." 

Warmth flooded through him as her words ingrained themselves into his heart.  
"Forever, Nick...I will love you in this life and the next no matter what happens 
from here."  She turned and kissed his lips softly.  "You are my heart and  I shall 
never be complete without you.  We are never alone."  Her eyes spoke the love in 
her heart and her blood.  He kissed her deeply once again.

"I shall make you happy, Natalie Lambert Knight.  Will you marry me again?"  His 
blue eyes spoke of something more than love. 

For the first time since she'd met him, he had hope and faith in a future.  It sang in 
his blood and their connection felt complete.  "Yes, Nick, my husband, my friend, 
my lover, and my heart...just try to get rid of me."  She smiled, then kissed him 
again.  Her eyes danced with love and happiness.  

Nick laughed, then kissed her brow.  "We'd better get some sleep or I might just 
have to have my way with you again to make you prove it."  He twitched his soft 
member still buried within her.

She laughed, then contracted her muscles around him and pulled slightly.  The 
delightful friction stimulated him again.  She smiled wickedly as he began to 
stiffen deep inside her hot body.  "I see maybe I do need to show you one more 
time."  

He pulled out slightly, then plunged back within her, stiffening more as he stroked 
her inner wet core.  "I wish you would, Mrs. Knight.  I'm an apt pupil, but practice 
makes perfect."  His lips found hers and he began to take them back toward the 
light based on love.


Part 5


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Unable to sleep, Tracy finally got out of bed at 3pm.  Maybe she'd stop by and visit 
Vachon before heading into the precinct.  She hadn't seen him in awhile.  Maybe it 
was time to catch up.  Quickly, she showered and dressed, then headed for the 
church.

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It was nearly dusk and LaCroix still paced the floor endlessly.  He needed to get 
back to Toronto as soon as possible.  He had only one chance to possibly make a 
deal.  If only the decision had not been made already.  It had been foolish on his 
part to leave.  He realized that now, but his past experience had made him more 
than cautious.  He would not make the same mistake twice.  This time he had 
something they wanted.  This time, he had other options.  The question was 
whether he could live with them after it was done?  Or more to the point, could 
Nicholas?

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Tracy quickly bounded up the steps to the upper balcony area as she listened to the 
light Spanish music echoing through the church.  She loved to listen to Vachon 
play.  Too bad he didn't play more for her.  He always remained a bit distracted 
when it came to his music.  Well to be honest, Vachon was a bit distracted about 
everything when she was around.  Maybe that was good sign.  She stepped through 
the door silently.  The music stopped moments later.

"Hi, Trace.  What's up?"  Vachon laid the guitar down and his warm brown eyes 
greeted hers.

"Not much, Vachon, anything new with you?"  She smiled then plopped on the old 
cushy chair beside him.  He smiled at her antics, always the proverbial tom-boy.  
She pulled her legs under her and then sat on them.  He stared at the tight jean 
material stretched over her thigh like a second skin.  Lust dusted his brown eyes 
and he tamped it down.  Those type of ideas would only get him in trouble.  If 
Trace didn't stake him, Knight would.  He smiled at the thought.  He hadn't 
realized just how much he'd begun to trust Knight's opinion over the past couple of 
years.  He was like a big brother who had troubles of his own, but one who could 
always relate.  Knight definitely had his own problems, yet he'd always been 
willing to listen when it came to Tracy.  He didn't have much patience for lack of 
decision, but at least it was a friendly ear that he could approach without fear for 
his life.

 Tracy watched the lust dust Vachon's eyes and smiled.  So he wasn't dead after all.  
Hmmm!  Maybe she should think harder about that little remedy in Natalie's 
notebook.  Almost as if he could read her mind, Vachon piped in.

"I haven't a clue what's going through that pretty little head of yours, Trace, but I'm 
sure it's not good or it will get me in trouble with your partner.  So the answer is 
no, emphatically...NO!"  Vachon stood, moved his guitar to the chair, and glared 
into her mischievous blue eyes that twinkled in the low light of the church.  Seeing 
the smile spread bigger across her face, he knew he'd already lost.

"Oh, come on, Vachon.  I just wanted some information on vamps and their 
personal eating habits.  I'm looking for something that will be palatable for both 
vamps and humans to serve at Nick and Nat's reception.  I've got punch detail.  
Surely in your wide, varied background there's something both mortals and vamps 
can drink with no problem.  I'd ask Nick but he's got his hands full with LaCroix, 
and Nat's having to sit on Denise to keep her from dragging you all to St. Francis 
for the wedding."  She smiled sweetly.  "So, come on give.  I need something 
palatable."  

Vachon rolled his eyes in disbelief.  This was the last thing he expected.  Of 
course, he'd have to double check with LaCroix and he wasn't looking forward to 
that one.  Knowing how LaCroix felt about his treasured son marrying a mortal 
and not bringing her across made poor conversation with the ancient vampire.  "I 
don't know if I can give you all the specific ingredients, Trace, but there is one.  Of 
course, it will make all the humans really drunk if they imbibe very much.  The 
alcohol masks the low levels of blood in the mixture."  He waited for the explosion 
and wasn't disappointed.

"Vachon!  I can't give all Nick and Nat's guest blood to drink.  That's...that's...."  
She squirreled her face into a grimace in disgust.

"Disgusting."  He completed the sentence for her, then chuckled.  "...but you did 
ask.  We used to serve it at lots of the major festivals in Europe to keep our kind in 
control."  He walked over and knelt down in front of her.  "You realize this is 
going to be a living nightmare keeping the vamps away from the mortals.  It's 
probably the best thing to begin with.  Your mortal friends will never know unless 
you tell them."  He stood up and pulled her to her feet.  "Come on.  We need to 
check with one person before I give you the ingredients.  I don't want any trouble 
in the community because I've given it to you."

A bit relieved, she smiled, then grabbed his arm.  "You lead the way."

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LaCroix's anger increased the more he paced...the audacity of the council.  A part 
of him understood the need to keep control, but his age and power made him chafe 
at the boundaries set by the community.  This was not his doing, and Nicholas 
would just have to learn the difference between slight infractions of the law and 
open defiance.  The fact that he'd gotten any concession out of them at all totally 
amazed him.  It was apparent some of the elders felt obligated to Dr. Lambert and 
Nicholas while others saw his continual belligerent behavior as open defiance 
punishable by death. The fact that they were willing to discuss any of it surprised 
him.  In the past, the actions where swift and lethal to all involved, but there was 
something about Nicholas that affected them all.  He knew it, the council knew it 
and most of all Nicholas knew it.  Why else would he tempt his own fate unless he 
secretly had a death wish?  The thought made LaCroix's breath catch in his throat.  
He dismissed the thought as more than just foolish, yet it still lingered in the 
recesses of his mind.  The noise brought his attention back to the problem at hand 
when Jacob appeared before him once more.

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Tracy walked quietly behind Vachon as the pushed through the front door of the 
Raven.  Why was she doing this?  She must be insane.  Asking LaCroix's 
permission for anything related to Nick and Nat's wedding seemed totally crazy to 
her, but Vachon assured her LaCroix's consent would prevent any problems.  
Vachon felt the power in the room vibrate like electricity dancing across the hair 
on your arm.  Either LaCroix was very angry or he had company.  He stepped 
cautiously into the room and pushed Tracy behind him.  Maybe this wasn't such a 
good idea after all.

"Do come in, Javier, and bring that wretched little mortal with you."  LaCroix, 
seated at the bar, turned slowly to greet them bringing his glass of  blood slowly to 
his lips.  He tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp as Vachon stood 
completely still.  He'd never felt such anger before.  Pure power washed through 
the room and its center was the creature before him.  Something had happened and 
it wasn't just Nick's up and coming wedding.

"What's the problem, General.  Maybe I can be of some assistance."  

Bright red eyes flamed instantly when LaCroix fixed his eyes on Tracy.  She 
gasped automatically and felt the fear under her skin bloom into something more.  
LaCroix stood slowly and walked toward them, not trying to hide the vampire in 
any way.  Vachon pushed Tracy protectively behind him automatically.

LaCroix laughed.  "You honestly think you could do anything to stop me,  young 
one, if I desired it?"  LaCroix's eyes returned to golden, then finally ice blue as he 
stood staring at Tracy like she were dinner being prepared on a spit.

"We came to ask a question, but it's apparent this is not a good time.  We can come 
back later when..."

"When I'm in a better mood?  Doubtful, my young Spanish friend.  I doubt you will 
find me any more agreeable this time tomorrow or the next, for that matter 
probably not for some time to come.  So spit it out before I decide to take some of 
my frustration out on your little mortal tidbit."  LaCroix eyed Tracy's throat with 
obvious desire.  She grabbed for her throat automatically causing him to smile 
evilly.

"I just needed to clear using the 'Wishmaker Punch' for Nick's up and coming 
reception.  I thought it would make things a bit less strained..."  Vachon stopped in 
mid-sentence when a smile spread across LaCroix's face.  That was the last thing 
he expected.

"By all means, my young Spanish friend.  You, and the little mortal back there, 
mix all the punch you need.  I think it will make the whole ordeal much easier to 
handle for everyone involved...."  As quick as the smile spread across his face an 
evil glint flashed in his ice blue eyes.  "...but tell no one."  He eyed Tracy closely. 
"It is our secret and not for human eyes.  It could be used against us and we have 
enough trouble with the Enforcers already.  Do not tell Nicholas either. He'll find   
something amoral about feeding humans blood of any kind.  The less he knows the 
better."  LaCroix eyed them standing closely together and recognized the signs.  
Yet another problem waiting to happen.  Why did this always happen?  Of course 
maybe this creature before him would turn out to be much more appreciative of his 
gift than his son had been.  The thought barely crossed his mind when the power 
that he'd felt earlier washed over him.  They were here again.  He turned quickly to 
Vachon, with his eyes now golden.  "Be gone, young one, before I lose my 
temper!"  He growled.  

Vachon felt the rush of power, and then LaCroix's anger.  His timing was bad and 
Tracy was with him.  This was not what they needed right now.  He grabbed 
Tracy's hand and flew out the door.  A dark cloud swirled in the center of the room 
as the door closed behind them.

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"What was that all about?"  Tracy stopped him abruptly by her car.

Vachon opened her car door and shoved the key into her hands.  "Go, Trace!  It's 
not safe for you here.  I don't know what's going down, but it's not good.  I want 
you far away."  Vachon eyed the door of the Raven as he spoke.  "Go!"  He shouted 
as he slammed the door shut and stepped back.

With no other choice, Tracy started the engine and drove away leaving him 
standing alone in the middle of the street.
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The fear she saw in Vachon's eyes as she drove away ate into her soul.  What could 
scare a 450 year old vampire?  Why was LaCroix so nervous?  She needed answers 
and there was only one place to get them now.  She made a u-turn and headed for 
the loft.
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It was long past her bedtime and she was sure Nick and Nat were fast asleep.  This 
was probably bad timing but she had no other choice at this point. Tracy keyed in 
the security code Nick had given her and rode the lift up in silence.  When she 
entered the loft, she could hear soft voices upstairs and Nat's intermittent groans of 
pleasure.  No, this was not a good time.  She looked up the steps longingly wishing 
for the love she was missing in her own life.  Nick and Nat had been through so 
much to get together, she wouldn't be the one to deny them any moment of 
pleasure.  As quietly as she came, she stepped back into the lift and hit the down 
button.  A great sadness washed over her but she pushed it back bravely.  

"Enough feeling sorry for yourself, Vetter!" She's voiced her thoughts before she'd 
realized it.  "Well, I'm not giving up on you Javier Vachon without a fight.  If Nat 
can do it, so can I."  She stepped out into the noon-day sun and shoved her hand 
into her jacket pocket.  The piece of paper crinkled under her touch and she 
removed it for a closer look.  It was the notes she'd taken from Natalie's little red 
journal.  A smile crossed her lips, then a chuckle as the merriment extended to her 
eyes.  "Yes, Mr. Javier Vachon, Spanish Conquistador, and vampire 
extrordinaire...I have not given up on you yet."


Part 6

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Denise was all smiles as she admired the dress lying flat inside the plastic cover.  
Natalie paid the clerk at the register, totally pleased with her purchase.  It was 
perfect.  It's beaded top with the low v neckline accented Natalie's breastline, yet 
brought a touch of the old fashion antique beadwork that was done so long ago.  
Nat fell in love with it from the first sight.  She'd looked at countless other gowns 
at Denise's insistence, but she always came back to this one.   Denise had to admit 
it was the perfect choice, knowing what little she did about Nick's fondness for old 
things.  She just wanted to make sure Nat chose the dress for herself instead of 
Nick or something she'd said.

Nat walked up silently behind Denise as she absent-mindly ran her fingers down 
the front of the dress.  "You know, Denise, I can have the dress altered so one of 
your girls can use it when the time comes."  Nat smiled as she watched Denise 
closely.

"Oh, Nat, I couldn't.  We couldn't afford anything like this.  In fact, I don't know 
how you and Nick are handling all this.  I got a little carried away.  I'm sorry.  I 
just didn't think about the cost and I should have."  Denise looked slightly 
embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, Denise.  Nick inherited a nice sum of money awhile back 
and invested it wisely.  We want to make this a special occasion for everyone, 
including us."  Nat leaned over and picked up the gown reverently.  It was so 
Nick...and so her.  It was the gown she'd always dreamed of wearing.  Something 
old, something new, something daring all rolled into one.  Her eyes sparkled with 
happiness when she admired the gown.

"Nat, you're not buying this one because of something I said, are you?  I mean it's 
the perfect dress but only if you love it."  Denise eyed her closely, then relaxed as 
the happiness in Nat's eyes spread in a pleasant glow across her face.

"Denise, it's the dress I've always dreamed of.  I'm buying it for me and for Nick.  
He will love it."  She laid the gown over her arm, then headed for the door.  She 
turned when Denise didn't follow on her heels as usual.  "Are you coming?  We've 
got lots to do before tomorrow.  I've got to put my okay on the flowers, the 
decorations for the reception, the band, the caterers, the minister, and the 
arrangements for the garden still haven't been finalized.

"About the garden, Nat!"  Denise piped in as the two women headed out the door.  
"I don't understand why you changed from St. Francis.  It's a lovely cathedral and 
the priest is a wonderful man..."

"I know all that, Denise, but Nick's not comfortable in a catholic church.  He had a 
bad experience when he was younger and it would make things awkward for him.  
You do understand, don't you?  I'm sure that Father Michael will understand."

"But this priest Vanderwal.  I've never heard of him and neither has Father 
Michael.  I'm not sure everything will be legal or ..."  Nat stopped her friend on the 
street and smiled.

"Denise, Nick and I are already married and if Nick says he'd feel comfortable with 
Vanderwal, then so am I.  We don't have to make this legal, it already is.  This is 
just for us and our friends.  Something for us to remember and treasure as we grow 
older.  A symbol of our love and faith in each other and our willingness to show it 
to the world.  We've struggled long and hard through more obstacles than I care to 
count to be together. We want to share it with our friends.  So what if Vanderwal is 
not the perfect priest.  He cares what happens between Nick and I and we both 
know that.  This is our way of saying thank you to him."  Nat searched her friend's 
eyes for understanding.

"Okay, Nat.  You win.  Vanderwal in the garden of Casa Loma.  You guys must 
have pulled some major strings to get the garden on this short of notice...let alone a 
night.  I sure hope Nick's inheritance holds up after this is all over."  She smiled, 
then grabbed Nat's arm in delight and they walked down the street to the car.

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Nick turned the corner a little fast having been distracted by his troubled thoughts.  
First, LaCroix was very angry over something and worried.  Nick could feel it 
through their link even though his father worked hard to conceal it.  Something 
was going on, and he had to get to the bottom of it before the wedding.  The last 
thing they needed was for the vampire community to decide lunch was served at 
Casa Loma on his wedding night.  The rumblings in the community said the 
Enforcers had visited LaCroix twice in the last few days, yet he'd said nothing to 
Nick when he called this morning.  His mind drifted back to the power that he felt 
in the room when he'd discovered Nat injured.  Was this related to them, or was 
this a payment for LaCroix's misguided judgement again?  And how on earth was 
he going to keep the vampires away from the mortals at the reception or the 
wedding for that matter.  Control was not always their best feature unless they were 
well fed.  He made a mental note to order extra supplies for each of the vampires 
attending in order to prevent any accidents.

"Nick!"  Tracy shouted as he barely missed an on-coming car.  "You may be 
immortal, my vampire partner, but I am not." She punched him hard to bring him 
back to the present.  "Keep your mind on the road will you?"

"Sorry, Trace.  I'm a little preoccupied.  You know the wedding and all."  His blue 
eyes looked for forgiveness.

"Okay, so you've got the wedding jitters.  I can forgive you, but let's just try to stay 
between the white lines, so I can live long enough to see you finally make a 
commitment,  'Mr. we are only friends'."  She chuckled.

"Well, I'm glad you think it's amusing, but do you have any idea how hard it is 
going to be to keep half the vampires there away from the mortals, not to mention 
keeping Natalie from staking LaCroix.  If we survive the night without any 
bloodletting, I'll be a happy camper."  Nick sighed in frustration.

"Well, I have a small solution for you.  I've discovered something palatable to both 
vampires and humans that should keep everyone happy."  She waited for Nick to 
object or grill her as the pulled up to a stoplight.

"Wishmaker Punch?"  Nick eyed her closely and watched her squirm under his 
stare.

"Nick, how did you....?"  She watched the blue in his eyes twinkle with 
amusement.

"I know Vachon thinks I'm a bit naive about those things, but you forget I'm twice 
his age and I didn't live this long by being completely stupid."  The light turned 
green and he stepped on the gas and let his mind drift back to his first experience 
with the punch in the 14th century.  He smiled.  Yes, maybe that was the answer if 
the others weren't aware that's what it was.  Just maybe they could get through the 
whole thing after all.  "I think you're right, Trace.  The Wishmaker Punch would 
work perfectly and have no lasting side affects on the humans either."  He pulled 
the car over to the side of the road and stopped.  "I'll tell Nat you and Vachon are 
handling the punch bowl and what to expect.  That way if there are any problems, 
you and Nat can handle our mortal friends while Vachon and I will handle the 
community."  Nick sat back and ran his hand through his hair in nervous agitation.  
"Remind me again, Trace, why we are doing this. We must be insane."

Tracy laughed openly this time.  "Because you love us all, Nick, and it's the right 
thing to do."  She smiled at his discomfort.  "And you always try to do the right 
thing even if it costs you.  That's what makes you different than all the rest.  
Vampire or not, Nick, you are the nicest guy I have ever met.  If Nat hadn't already 
claimed you, I'd chase you myself."  Tracy turned red, when she realized what she 
said and immediately turned to face the windshield totally embarrassed.

Nick stared at her, then smiled as she blushed.  "I'm flattered, Trace, and thanks.  I 
needed that."  He pulled the car away from the curb back out into traffic.


Part 7

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Wedding Day: The following evening

Nat pulled into the parking lot at 5pm and started to unload just as the final tourist 
vacated Casa Loma for the day.  The florist was due to arrive at 6, the caterers 
shortly thereafter.  They had 2 hours before the wedding to get it all set up.  She'd 
had her hair done earlier and brought her dress to change after everything was set.  
Tracy and Denise would be here shortly to help, then Nick and Vachon right after 
dusk.  They had the whole garden from 5 PM until 2 AM.  Surely they could keep 
everyone in line until then.  She hadn't been thrilled when Nick told her about the 
punch but she had to admit, a drunk vampire was much better than a hungry one.  
They would open the punch line and bar before the wedding to keep everyone 
happy.  It would be dusk in another hour, and the set-up crew for chairs and tables 
were hard at work.  The caterers were early and Nat grimaced at the idea of having 
to deal with Sir Anthony's famous temperament, but Denise adamantly refused to 
have anyone else cater the reception. So Nat had capitulated after watching 
Denise's disappointment in not having the affair at St. Francis. 

"Madame Natalie."  Anthony breezed out of the truck and dusted his tux to remove 
any stray lint, then hurried to her side.  "I am sorry, Madame Natalie, but I just 
could not bring myself to wait to the last minute to set up.  I received a strange 
message this afternoon indicating you wanted someone of the wedding party to 
provide the punch and serve it.  I do not understand, our services are beyond 
reproach.  If you had special requests then I would be more than delighted to have 
them taken care of.  It is not necessary to have a guest serve any food at the 
reception.  My people are perfectly capable..."

"Sir Anthony, this is a request by the guest herself and my husband.  I trust you 
wouldn't want to upset any of our guests by insulting them.  It is a special recipe 
that my husband's family has guarded for centuries and both Miss Tracy and my 
husband would only feel comfortable with her serving it."  Anthony started to 
object and she cut him off.  "And since my husband is paying your fee, I'm sure you 
wouldn't want HIM upset in any way.  Trust me when I say you wouldn't like him 
when he's angry."  Nat smiled coyly and batted her blue eyes.  Men were such twits 
when it came to fake charm.  She then offered him her hand to kiss in tradition 
with his English upbringing on which he prided himself .  Yes, egocentric men 
were soooo easy to handle.  

"As you wish, Madame.  As you say, it is your wedding and your money.  We shall 
do as you ask and just set up the punch bowl.  Where would you like it?"  Nat 
escorted him into the garden, then handed him the table arrangement.  After a few 
questions, she left Sir Anthony on his own and she disappeared back into the 
castle.   She would wait for the florist before she went to change.  As she walked 
into the main conservatory, a great peace overcame her.  She could never 
understand why she felt so at home in this place.  Maybe in another life, she'd 
spent time here, but for now she would just catch her breath before the chaos 
began.  Shortly after dusk Tracy and Vachon arrived carrying numerous supplies 
for the punch.  

"I don't want to know.  Just mix it and stand guard over it until the guests start 
arriving.  I can't afford to have the caterers or chair crews imbibing ahead of time."  
Nat eyed Vachon's brown bag closely, but refused to peek inside.  

"No, problem, Nat.  Vachon and I will take turns getting dressed, so one of us will 
be at the bowl all the time.  Only problem is during the wedding.  Any ideas?" 

"I don't think it will be a problem.  Everyone will be seated during the ceremony 
and I'm the last down the aisle, so I'll keep an eye on it until then."  She heard the 
noise of a truck pulling up outside.  "That must be the florist.  I'll be back in a bit.  
You guys get started."  Nat headed for the entrance and wondered what was 
keeping Nick.  LaCroix no doubt.  She missed the shadow standing in the corner as 
she hurried outside to meet the delivery men.

"Hi, Mrs. Knight."  Alfred beamed as he stepped out of the truck.  "Guess the big 
day is here and you guys are finally going to make everyone happy with a big 
shindig."  Alfred walked around to the rear of the truck and popped open the hatch.  
"Beats me why you would want to change your order at the last minute though.  
Sherry had a tough time getting it all together like that."   Alfred reached in and 
pulled out the huge flower bouquet for the alter.  In between the stark white lilies 
sat black roses with large thorns spiking outward like weapons.  The small white 
babys-breathe and tiny mums intermixed seemed overshadowed by the huge 
number of black roses in the arrangement.

"Alfred, what is this?"  Nat gasped in horror.  It looked like a funeral arrangement, 
not a wedding piece.
 
A soft laugh could be heard in the shadow of the hallway and Natalie knew 
instantly whose hand was a work.  "Just a minute, Alfred."  She counted to ten, 
took a deep breath, schooled her professional mask upon her face, then turned and 
marched up the steps.  When she arrived at the entrance, LaCroix stepped forward 
with a smug smile upon his face.  

"It would appear, Doctor, that the florist has the right idea anyway.  Or maybe they 
are just planning ahead for the evening trying to save time and costs."  The evil 
within him swirled around her trying to push her into a panic, but it didn't work.

"Cut the crap, LaCroix."  Nat marched right up to him masking the fear she felt 
crawl up her spine.  She would not let him frighten her.  She pushed her finger 
hard into his chest as she spoke.  "Let's get something straight here, my fiendish, 
fanged,  father-in-law.  I don't like you, nor am I going to bow down to your little 
games...so get used to it!  You've got me whether you like it or not.  You kill me 
and you lose your son for good, you bait me hard enough and I'll fight back."  She 
pulled a vial of holy water from her pocket and let the contents splash across his 
hand.  LaCroix cringed in pain and pulled his hand back,  growling in anger.  Nat 
pushed on.  "Let me point out the obvious in case you don't remember.  I know 
exactly where you sleep and exactly how to make sure you don't get out of those 
lovely black satin sheets you sleep on.  So take your little games elsewhere and try 
them on someone else.  And if you intend for me to let Nick spend 10 days with 
you in Europe, I better think you're the "Mr. Goodie Two-shoes" of the vampire 
community."  Sparks flew from her eyes as she spoke, then she backed off just a 
little and smiled.

"A threat, Doctor.  Not a wise thing in your position."  LaCroix banked his anger 
out of his own need, nothing more.

 "Not a threat, LaCroix, a fact.  Frankly, I'd love to see you chained in a coffin with 
Joan's wooden cross as your bed partner.  I think it might make a lovely decoration 
piece in my living room and I'm sure Nick wouldn't object considering the Hell 
you've put him through in past 800 years."  She waited for the eruption and braced 
herself.  Was she completely insane?  Why was she baiting a 2000 year old 
bloodsucking vampire who thought killing was fun?  Deep inside she knew the 
answer.  She either made her stand now or lived in fear every day of her life.  She 
couldn't and wouldn't do that.  

Gold flecked his eyes as she spoke and the anger he felt over her interference 
flamed brightly.  How dare this creature threaten him?  What made her think she 
could do anything to harm him in anyway?  He could feel her fear, but yet she 
didn't back down.  What tenacity this woman had. What willpower she had to face 
him down knowing full well he could kill her at any minute.  He would enjoy 
taking her, and for a moment he gave into the desire and his eyes flamed red, but 
she still refused to retreat.  What was it this woman possessed that was stronger 
than fear.  Almost as if she could read his mind, the words echoed into his head.

"It's love and faith that makes me strong.  You can kill me but it will still exist and 
you can never defeat it."  Nat stepped closer and rose on her toes to meet him 
closer to eye level.  You see, I have faith in something stronger than myself.  That 
faith is based on love and it makes Nick and me stronger than anything you can 
ever throw at us.  I know it, Nick knows it, the community knows it, and I think 
you know it as well.  You have lost the war, LaCroix.  Nick is mine by his choice.  
Learn to live with it!"  A scream cascaded across the courtyard causing Nat to turn.

Denise lay limp in her husband's arms at the rear of the floral truck.  "Oh great!"  
Nat ran down the steps to her perplexed captain.  She reached Alfred's side and Joe 
Reese turned helpless brown eyes toward her.

"She just took one look at the flowers and passed out!"  He fanned her with his 
hankie.  Nat reached into her pocket and brought out some smelling salts.  Thank 
goodness, she'd planned ahead.  Her hand grazed the small wooden stake.  She cast 
a glance back at the shadow still standing in the hallway still able to feel the anger 
swirling around him.

"It's okay, Captain.  I'm prepared."  Nat waved the smelling salts under Denise's 
nose quickly.  She coughed and began to awaken.  "Let me handle it, Captain.  
You go in and give Nick a call.  See if you can find out what's keeping him."  
Reese handed his recovering wife over to Nat and headed up the steps to the pay 
phone in the lobby relieved to be out of the hot seat.

"Denise?  Denise?  Are you okay?"  Nat soothed as the young black woman came 
to her senses.

"Nat?  Oh, my God! Nat?"  Denise stared in horror at the flowers.  "They are black 
roses, that's unacceptable and Vanderwal....yes, Vanderwal..."  Denise stood up 
and straightened her gown.  "Did you now your priest is excommunicated?  He's 
defrocked!  He's banished from the church!  And now black roses!  "  Denise 
moaned into her hands in despair. 

"It's okay, Denise.  Really, it's okay.  Alfred and I are going to fix things, and yes, I 
know about Mr. Vanderwal, so I've hired the altar boys to come and light the 
candles and added an organ for the processional.  It will all be okay."  Nat smiled 
and tried to cheer her up.

"But the flowers?  How can we fix the flowers?"  Denise eyed the black roses in 
disgust.

"I have an idea.  You just go on inside and have a glass of punch.  I'm sure they've 
got it ready by now, then you come help me get dressed.  Okay?"  Nat waited and 
hoped the Wishmaker Punch was as good as described.  She might need several 
belts herself before the evening was over.  Natalie nodded toward the garden and 
Denise finally tore her eyes away from the flowers, then headed up the stairs.

"Okay, Alfred.  This is what we are going to do. "  Nat laid out the plan and Alfred 
hopped back into the truck and started to work.


Part 8

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Tracy popped into the vestibule in her lovely wine-colored gown.  The deep V in 
the back of the dress accentuated her slim figure and added a little weight to her 
hips, flattering her figure.  A simple pearl necklace adorned her neck while 
matching earrings graced her ears.  The dress was simple and understated but 
classy at the same time.  The silk clung to her thin form caressing her skin as she 
walked, and for the first time in a long time...she felt sexy.  "Nick's here, Nat.  He 
said he'd gotten tied up at the loft with some last minute interruptions."  Tracy 
glowed in anticipation when she admired Nat's dress.  "You two will be perfect 
together.  Nick looks awesome in that black tux.  You guys should dress up more 
often." 

 Denise helped put the long trail of flowers in the headpiece to be fastened in Nat's 
hair.  Nat had the hair dresser style it part up and part down with long curls 
floating free in front of her face.  The flowers would add light and sparkle to her 
already luxurious mane.  The pearls and sequins in the low v of her bodice caught 
the light and made it dance around the room.  She'd dusted her exposed breast with 
sparkle powder to add to the effect and make her look even more well endowed.  
The large puff on the sleeves, also beaded, gave just enough lift to her small form 
to make her look taller, then tapered down to a nice snug fit at the wrists.  The 
gown clung to every curve as it made it's way to the floor.  The slit in the front for 
movement gave plenty of attention to her thigh as she walked.  It was not a young 
girl's wedding gown nor one that wanted to appear matronly.  It was exactly Nat: 
sexy, professional, together, yet elegant at the same time.  She'd added a medium-
length train to the shoulders made of chiffon, and studded it with the same pearls 
and sequins of the dress.  It trailed behind her like a filmy cloud catching the light 
as she gracefully moved about the room.  When Denise placed the floral headpiece 
onto her head and added sparkle spray to her hair, the effect was devastating.

"Oh Natalie!  It's beautiful.  The spray on the roses goes perfect with the sequins in 
the dress.  You are gorgeous.  Nick won't be able to keep his hands off you during 
the ceremony."  Denise smiled in delight.  "Who would have thought you could 
have turned those awful black roses into something of beauty and class."  Denise 
eyed the bouquet Natalie was picking up.  

"Alfred did a great job.  I'll have to thank him personally."  Nat held the bouquet 
up to the light and watched the light dance off the glitter on the roses.  They were 
almost completely silver when he'd finished.  He'd done patterns on the larger roses 
with the tips being completely silver and stripes down the side on the others.  Just 
enough of the black showed to add color and class to the arrangement. He pulled 
several of the smaller white mums and sprayed them dark maroon, the color of 
Tracy's dress and added them to each of the pieces.  It wasn't perfect, but it worked.  
Nat smiled, then handed Tracy her bouquet.  "Well, let's go see if my reluctant 
husband out there will marry me the second time."  She lifted her train in one hand 
as Tracy picked up the tail and they headed for the garden entrance.

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 Myra had watched the proceedings as everyone filed into the garden.  She'd seen 
several of the guests approach the punch bowl as they waited to take their seats.  It 
was a strange crowd, but she was sure Donny was watching.  He always said Nick 
and Nat were meant to be together.  Too bad he hadn't lived long enough to see it.  
Donny was right of course.  When Nick walked in sporting that black tuxedo, she 
almost lost it.  She'd always thought Nick a handsome man, especially in leather, 
but in a tuxedo he was drop dead gorgeous.  Natalie was a lucky woman and she 
was sure Nick would do everything in his power to make her happy.  She watched 
the line thin at the punch bowl and noticed the aloof man standing in the corner off 
to himself.  He wore a solid black suit made of fine quality wool that fit his form to 
the point of perfection.  The black accented his chiseled features and pale skin.  
She'd been told by someone earlier that he was Nick's adopted father.  She found 
that hard to believe since he couldn't be over 50 at best.  His blue eyes followed 
Nick and the surroundings constantly like an eagle circling over its nest.  
Somehow, she got the impression, he was not happy to see Nick and Natalie 
together.  Why would anyone not want them together?  The more she watched the 
more intrigued she became.  It was almost time for the wedding to start and the 
garden looked magnificent.  There was just enough time.  

Myra approached the punch bowl and the dark Spanish-looking young man in the 
tux handed her a glass with a smile.  She accepted and then asked for a second for 
a friend.  She eyed him closely admiring the glint of his hair as it cascaded over his 
shoulders, making him more attractive than most of the young men present.  He 
must be part of the wedding party and just filling in as everyone got ready.  He 
filled the second cup and handed it to her with a smile.  "Enjoy the wedding, Mrs. 
Schanke."

Wearing  her smart trendy 2-piece suit with a single strand of pearls around her 
neck, she approached the man in the corner.  Silently, she offered him the punch.  
She eyed him closely and waited for him to respond to the gesture.
 
With his usual candor, LaCroix had watched her approach.  He was shocked when 
she stopped in front of him and offered the glass. What was with the mortal women 
who associated themselves with his son?  Had they all gone mad?  Her soft brown 
hair and simple outfit adorned only by the pearls said she was a commoner, but a 
pretty one nontheless.  He accepted the glass and the smile that graced his presence 
lit the room.  She was making a pass at him.  Most mortal women stayed well away 
from him.  Just his presence usually intimidated them, and he liked it that way.  
Why was this woman different?  And who was she?  Curiosity peeked, he finally 
addressed her.  "Thank you, Madame.  I am Lucien LaCroix at your service."  
LaCroix bowed slightly as he accepted the glass, then brought it to his lips.  
Wishmaker Punch....ah, yes.  Wonderful flavor with a little extra kick for those in 
need.  Too bad it didn't have any affect on him.  He could use a little distraction, 
but then maybe that's what had just arrived.

"It's  a pleasure to meet you Mr. LaCroix.  I'm Myra Schanke.  I hope you will 
forgive my brazen behavior but you looked like you could use a distraction."  Myra 
actually blushed when she finished.  What had possessed her to be so forward she 
would never know.  She sipped her punch slowly, savoring the sweet flavor.  The 
delightful drink left a slight bite at the back of her throat.  She looked at the glass 
in astonishment, then smiled at LaCroix.  "I'm sorry.  It's just such an unusual 
flavor."  She sipped again and savored it a little longer on her tongue before she 
swallowed.  The sensation continued longer and a great feeling of warmth and 
well-being spread through her.  She liked it. 

"Ah, yes.  You are my son's ex-partner's wife.  My condolences to you and your 
family.  I met your husband once.  He was an unusual man."  LaCroix sipped on 
his glass as they spoke.

Vachon watched Myra approach LaCroix and waited for the brush, but stood 
fascinated by the old vampire's ability to turn on the charm when he desired it.  
Nick stood chatting with several of the members of the precinct, taking all the one 
liners and jeering in good fun, while he kept a close eye on the vampires present.  
It appeared that half the frequent guests at the Raven deemed it necessary to show 
up at his wedding to watch the fun.  Everyone expected the worst from LaCroix 
and Nick was certain tonight would be a night to remember.  He scanned the room 
to find Vachon staring at the corner.  He paid closer attention and followed his 
gaze.  With his glass half-way to his mouth, he froze in place and stared in horror 
as Myra Schanke openly made a pass at LaCroix.  He stood speechless imagining 
just what would come next and just how long it would take for Myra to become 
dinner.  "Will you excuse me, gentlemen?"  Nick nodded toward the corner.  "I 
believe Myra might need a little rescuing here."  They followed his gaze and 
laughed as Nick almost ran to Myra's side.

"So you are Nick's father, then?  I find that hard to believe.  A man so young and 
virile as yourself having a son Nick's age."  She smiled coyly and felt very secure 
for the first time in a long time.  She liked this punch. 

"I'm flattered, Mrs. Schanke, but Nicholas is my adopted son.  We spent a great 
deal of time together before ever coming to this country.  I couldn't feel closer to 
him if he carried my blood in his veins."  He smirked at the thought and Nicholas 
appeared at his side.

"Nick!"  Myra smiled brightly and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.  "You 
look dashing in that outfit.  Natalie won't be able to tear her eyes from you.  She's a 
lucky woman.  Wouldn't you agree, Lucien?"  She eyed LaCroix and his expression 
closely.  Nick froze in place as he awaited his father response. 

Knowing full well his son expected the worst, LaCroix eyed Myra closely and 
pondered the idea of a light snack, then brushed it off when Nick's voice broke his 
thoughts.  "Thanks, Myra, but LaCroix finds formal attire the only civilized thing 
about this country.  Isn't that right, LaCroix?  I suppose I'll have to remember to 
pack a little more formal for our trip, won't I?"  Nick waited patiently for his 
meaning to sink in.

LaCroix chuckled in delight at Nick's tactful reminder of their bargain.  Too bad it 
would never arise, but then again Nicholas was not aware of all the facts.  Tonight 
he would play along, for Nicholas sake and maybe his own conscience.  Tonight he 
would be the father Nicholas never had and maybe when this was all over they 
could move on with their relationship.  "To be sure, Nicholas.  You do look quite 
dashing and I'm sure the Good Doctor will be appreciative."  The lights in the 
courtyard dimmed and music from the small string quartet began to float through 
the garden.  "It would appear, Nicholas, the festivities are about to begin."  
LaCroix offered his arm to Myra.  "I would be delighted to escort you to your seat, 
Madame."  Myra smiled and accepted the offer, leaving Nick alone watching them 
disappear into the crowd.

Vachon appeared by his side, bringing him out of his reverie.  The vocalist stepped 
up to the microphone and the music began.  "That's our cue, Nick."  Vachon 
grabbed Nick's arm and turned him toward the altar.  They took up their position 
beside the make-shift altar covered in flowers, hiding the religious symbols from 
all who found them offensive.  Vanderwal stepped up on the riser in a flowing 
white robe, all smiles as the vocalist began  her solo.  Her voice was crisp and 
clear, much the same as Celine Dion's was on the recording itself.  The words of  
'My Heart Must Go On' echoed through the garden proclaiming undying love 
throughout eternity.  The words were special to both Nick and Nat and they had 
selected the piece together without any second thoughts.  Charise, the vocalist, was 
honored and thrilled to sing at the wedding of her favorite neighbor whom she'd 
known for years.  When she finished, the hankies were in use throughout the 
garden and the organ began.


One of Reese's children, Danielle, started down the aisle, tossing rose petals across 
the white carpet spread down the center.  The dark pink and maroon petals created 
a pattern on the white carpet almost like a painting.  Danielle smiled and took her 
time enjoying the limelight while she could.  Tracy stepped onto the carpet and 
proceeded elegantly down the aisle.  She took great care in presenting a side of 
herself she'd kept hidden from most of the force.  Sexy, feminine, lady-like 
homicide cops didn't go well in the field, but here she was a lady, honoring her best 
friends and she would not disappoint them.  She caught sight of Vachon in his tux 
as his dark black hair softly caressed his shoulders and her heart leapt into her 
mouth.  His pale skin accented the depth of his eyes and power that he possessed 
over her heart.  His eyes locked with hers, full of promise, and she smiled.  Her 
thoughts then strayed once more to things she'd dreamt of.

The altar boys filed in from the side and lit all the candles near the altar and sides 
flooding the garden with a warmth and iridescence of an age gone past.  The 
myriad of candles danced and flickered throughout the garden and finally only they 
remained, giving a special glow to the whole garden.

Finally, the wedding march echoed through the speakers and Natalie stepped up to 
take Reese's arm.  The smile on his face beamed across the crowd at the delight of 
walking Nat down the aisle.  Nat grasped his arm tightly and they stepped through 
the archway to greet the crowd. 

Nick's eyes caught hers and lust dusted them even from a distance as he surveyed 
the woman he loved from head to toe.  The light and joy in his eyes gave his 
approval.  Natalie glowed in the admiration and smiled.  Several "ahhs" could be 
heard as she slowly approached the altar, letting the light of the candles dance off 
the sequins in her dress and train as she gracefully walked down the aisle.  When 
she reached the altar, Reese handed her over to Nick and they took up their 
positions in front of Vanderwal.

Nick placed his hand over hers after she wrapped her arm around his.  They both 
smiled.  The blue in his eyes and the love in his heart overwhelmed her through 
their link.  She felt euphoric in spite of all the problems to that point.  Without a 
second thought, she leaned into him and sought his lips.  Lost to her beauty and 
love, Nick kissed her softly and started to deepen the kiss when Vanderwal cleared 
his throat to bring them back to the present.

Small chuckles could be heard from the crowd as they finally broke apart, slightly 
embarrassed.  Vanderwal smiled and whispered.  "Just give me 5 minutes and you 
can do that all you want."

Vanderwal stood amazed at the love he felt between these two.  Although he could 
remember meeting Nicholas and the Good Doctor, he just couldn't understand why 
he felt so good at seeing them together like this.  There was something about their 
relationship that made this a victory against evil, but for the life of him he couldn't 
remember why.  Without further hesitation he began the ceremony. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here this evening to join this couple in 
holy matrimony once again in the sight of God, their friends, and the world as we 
know it.  Nick and Natalie have written their own vows of love and faith in 
accordance with their emotion and feelings of commitment.  Nicholas, I ask you 
before God, your friends and family, do you take this woman Natalie Lambert to be 
your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward in sickness 
and in health until death do you part?"

Nick turned and placed both of Natalie's hands in his before he spoke.  "I, Nicholas 
de Brabant Knight, take thee, Natalie, into my heart and my soul from this day 
forward throughout eternity.  I will honor you and cherish you beyond all else, 
giving my wealth, my heart and my soul to you above all else.  You gave me hope 
when I had none, restored my faith, and gave me a love I felt I didn't deserve.  I 
have loved you since the day I met you.  I promise to love, honor and cherish you 
for as long as there is time."  Nick placed his mother's ring on Natalie's finger once 
again.  "I gave you this ring once before as a symbol of my heritage and my love as 
my father gave it to my mother.  I give it to you once more to confirm my love and 
show my commitment to you for all time against all odds.  We are no longer 
separate beings, but one in love and faith forever."  

A single tear escaped Natalie's eye as Nick's fingers caressed her hand and his 
words caressed her heart.  They were now one.  She looked into his blue eyes as a 
great warmth passed through her along with a feeling of peace that she'd never 
known.  She took his hand and placed it in hers.  "I, Natalie Ann Lambert Knight, 
take thee, Nicholas, into my heart and my soul from this day forward throughout 
eternity.  I will honor and cherish you as you have me, sharing not only my heart 
and soul but all that I am beyond all time.  You bring such peace and joy that I had 
never known until the day I met you.  You challenge me, you love me in spite of 
my mistakes, and you make me see a world much larger than I ever dreamed 
existed.  You gave me hope when I had none, and made me see that faith in us is 
stronger than any adversity."  She pulled out Nick's wedding ring and placed it on 
his finger once more, then smiled.  "You are the part of me that has been missing 
all my life and nothing shall ever replace my love for you.  We are no longer two 
but one, because I, too, believe that in love and faith there is forever."  She smiled 
as a tear escaped his eye.  She reached up and brushed the light pink-tinged tear 
from his face.   

"Having said your vows of love and commitment to each other, I now ask if there is 
anyone present who can show any reason why this couple should not be joined 
together in holy matrimony."  Vanderwal waited and so did Nick and Nat.  Both 
held their breath and said a silent pray for LaCroix's cooperation.  As the silence 
throughout the garden descended, everyone waited.  Numerous eyes rested upon 
LaCroix and waited, but he ignored them.  Immune to the unease in the room and 
finding it exhilarating, LaCroix just smiled smugly.  Finally Vanderwal continued.

"By the power of God and this community, I now pronounce you man and wife."  
He smiled at Nick and Nat.  "You may now kiss the bride!"

Nick did not hesitate and pulled Nat into his arms.  What started as a kiss of sheer 
joy turned passionate as the cheers erupted around the room.  Finally, they broke 
apart laughing and headed down the aisle into the lobby followed by cheers and 
applause.  They stopped once more in the lobby and kissed again.  Reese and the 
others all lined up to give them their congratulations and kiss the bride.  Tracy and 
Vachon joined them in a short receiving line as the guests cleared the garden for 
the caterers to set up and ready for the reception.  A small reception area had been 
set up in the conservatory.   Nick and Nat spent the better part of an hour receiving 
congratulations until the band started playing and the reception table opened once 
again.   Tracy managed to remove herself quickly and man the punch bowl prior to 
any of their guests getting a head start.  Nick kissed Nat once more as the guests 
started to head toward the music.  

"And now the fun really begins!"  Nat smirked as she watched LaCroix escort 
Myra out into the garden.


Part 9-Adult

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The reception:

Nick watched LaCroix escort Myra down the steps, then excused himself.  LaCroix 
was up to something and the question was what?  He'd only played along with 
Myra's attentions to infuriate Nick.  Myra was way too provincial for LaCroix's 
taste and Nick knew it.  Vachon was busy pouring the punch at an incredible rate.  
Everyone seemed to be getting along well for the moment.  "What do you say we 
change quickly and get back inside before my friends decide that the punch isn't 
enough."  Nick leaned over and kissed Nat's forehead. 

Nat stared at Tracy who kept a close eye on the brown bag by the punch bowl.  
Periodically, Tracy would whisper to Vachon and he would take the bowl back to 
the kitchen, with the brown bag, and return with a fresh batch.  Apparently it was 
working and all the vampires seemed content while they chatted among 
themselves.  Myra, on the other hand, had decided to get to know LaCroix much 
better and refused to let go of his arm.  The fact that LaCroix hadn't brushed her 
off frightened Natalie more than she cared to admit.  "I think you're right, Nick, 
but I don't think there's time to change."  She watched LaCroix whisper something 
into Myra's ear and they headed for the side door.  

"I'm on my way.  You check on Trace and Vachon.  That punch will start making 
the mortals a little giddy pretty soon."  Nick brushed her lips lightly with a kiss, 
then took off after LaCroix.  

Tracy eyed the brown bag for the 15th time in the last hour.  She had to make a 
decision, one way or another.  Either she gave Vachon the potion or not.  She'd 
slipped the vial out her handbag right before Vachon returned with the last batch, 
and sat it behind the floral arrangement on the back table.  Finally making up her 
mind, she reached behind the flowers and slipped the vial into her pocket.  The 
bowl was getting empty again.  It was time to make a fresh batch.

"What do you think, Vachon.  Is it time for another batch?"  She nodded at the 
bowl.  Vachon had become distracted watching LaCroix followed by Nick.  

"Sure, Trace...no problem."  Vachon grabbed the bag and the punch bowl and 
headed for the kitchen, returning a few minutes later.  "I made this batch a tad 
stronger."  He smiled at her looking for approval.  

"Great, you think maybe we should try a glass to make sure it's not noticeable...you 
know...to all the mortals here.  We wouldn't want them to think something was 
wrong with it."  She waited anxiously for him to agree. 

"You're probably right.  Why don't you fill a couple of glasses for us?  I'll go get 
some more seltzer from the bar just in case."  Vachon headed for the bar on the far 
side of the room.
.
Trace ladled up a couple of glasses.  Just as she started to pour the contents of the 
small vial into one of them, Denise touched her shoulder.  Startled,  Tracy dropped 
the vial.  She watched in horror as the brown vial glanced the edge of the punch 
bowl, then tumbled deep inside the peach colored concoction they'd been serving 
all evening.  "Oh no!"  Tracy squeaked in frustration.  Instantly, she shoved her 
hand into the punch to retrieve the now empty vial.  

"Is there a problem, Trace?"  Denise peered over her shoulder hearing the distress 
in the young blonde detective's voice.  Tracy let the vial slip back down into the 
bowl before she turned to greet her.  "Oh, it's nothing, Denise.  Just a little accident 
with the punch ladle.  It keeps slipping into the bowl and I have to fish it out.  I'm 
kind of getting use to the 'sticky-finger feel'."  She smiled hesitantly.
 
"I just wanted to tell you how much everyone loves the punch.  It's an old family 
recipe I'm told.  You'll have to give it to me some time."  You could see the glaze 
over Denise's eyes as she reached for the punch ladle to help herself to another 
glass.

Vachon returned accompanied by LaCroix and Myra.  "Is there a problem, Trace?"  
Vachon asked softly eyeing Denise's actions closely.

"No it's fine, Vachon.  Denise just loves your recipe."  Tracy reached over and 
filled another glass.  LaCroix accepted it, then picked up a second one for Myra.  
Tracy filled another and handed it to Vachon, then one for herself.  She stared 
momentarily at the fluid.  "Well, in for penny, in for a pound!"  She whispered 
before she tipped the glass and drained it.  LaCroix and Myra departed sipping the 
concoction slowly.

Vachon stared at them, then drained his own glass and reached for the ladle to 
refill it.  "Not bad, Trace.  No one will know how strong it is."  Vachon downed 
another glass and let the taste and blood calm him.  He sighed with pleasure.

Tracy watched him closely and could see no difference whatsoever.  Well, maybe it 
took awhile to work.  Very shortly LaCroix and Myra were back for another round.  
Nick showed up seconds behind them.  He stared at Tracy a bit confused.   
Wishmaker Punch never affected LaCroix.  He'd seen him down numerous glasses 
unaffected, but something was happening  to his sire and Nick could feel it 
distinctly through their link.  When he turned to see if Vachon had any idea, the 
brown-eyed Spaniard had a glaze over his eyes.  Periodically, they would flare 
golden and he would giggle, then he would sip on his glass once more.  Myra 
began to giggle herself.  Finally, she wrapped her arm inside LaCroix's and began 
petting his shoulder like he was a kitten. 

"Myra?"  Nick brushed her shoulder gently.  She turned bloodshot eyes to his.

"Ah...Nick?"  She hiccuped, then giggled.  Much to Nick's amazement LaCroix 
laughed at her antics.

"It would appear, Madame, you are a bit inebriated."  He chortled, then hiccuped 
himself. 

"Speak for yourself, big boy.  I'm just getting ready to have some fun. Want to join 
me?"  She rubbed her whole body up against him seductively, smiled, and hiccuped 
again.  "I need a big virile stud to show me how to have some fun.  Know anybody 
who could fill those shoes?"  She rubbed her breast provocatively on his arm, then 
wrapped her arms around his neck.  "Then again, maybe I'm not too concerned 
about shoes, but areas a bit further above your feet."

Nick froze in his tracks.  Was this demure little Myra?  And why was LaCroix 
tolerating it?  What was going on?

Vachon walked over and pulled Myra off LaCroix.  "If it's better equipment you're 
looking for, try a little younger material.  I'm someone who already  knows how to 
have fun."  Vachon dipped his lips toward hers. 

"Vachon!"  Tracy grabbed him from behind.  "I don't think Myra would be 
interested in seeing any of your equipment...or charms for that matter."  Tracy 
freed his hands only to find them wrapping around hers as she spoke.

"Well then, little Miss Detective, why don't I show you what is really fun."  His lips 
came down solidly on hers as he pulled her hard up against him.

"It would appear, my dear, that you are stuck with this older version of fun."  
LaCroix hiccuped for the third time and looked perplexed at Nick.  All of a sudden 
he felt warm and amiable.  This shouldn't be happening, but then again, the warm 
creature in front of him did have a certain appeal.  Why hadn't he noticed it before?  
She actually was quite extraordinary.  Deciding not to fight it, he reached over and 
pulled her tight against his body.  "Yes, I think we should have some fun as you 
put it."  He pulled her out onto the dance floor just as the music began to play.

"LaCroix? "  Nick started to stop them.

"Oh, don't be such an old fuddy-duddy."  His ice blue eyes were covered in a haze 
and he slurred the words.  Myra giggled.  

"Yes, Nick.  You're being an 'old stick in the mud'!  You and Nat need to learn to 
lighten up.  Have some fun...dance with the angels...cut a rug, or something.  Life 
is too short."  She giggled once more, plastered herself up against LaCroix's side, 
then headed out to the dance floor.

Nat had stopped slightly behind Nick when LaCroix's words echoed through the 
room.  "Did he just call you a 'fuddy-duddy'?"  She asked astonished.  She turned to 
find Vachon giggling like a little kid between kisses as Tracy tried to control his 
hands.  She turned around to find Alma licking the side of the neck of the young 
man she was dancing with while he played kissy face on her arm. 

"What is going on, Nick?"  Nat ask incredulously.  I know that punch is supposed 
to make mortals a bit tipsy but Myra is about to jump LaCroix, Vachon thinks he 
can suck start his Harley through Tracy's mouth, and Alma, along with half the 
other vampires here, think washrags have been replaced by their tongues.  And 
let's not forget, LaCroix, who has decided giggling is an art-form."  She raised 
questioning eyes to her husband.

He smiled.  "I don't have a clue, Nat, but if that punch makes everybody happy 
including the devil himself, I think I'm going to drink a gallon of it."  Nick reached 
for a glass and handed one to Nat as well.  "Bottom's up!"  He chuckled and 
downed the glass.  

"You're all crazy, but I for one am not going to let all this congeniality go to 
waste."  She picked up her cup and let the peach concoction slide smoothly down 
her throat.  A strange feeling of euphoria and happiness engulfed her and she gave 
into it.  She turned sultry eyes to her husband.  "Well, I can see what they all like 
about it, but I can think of somewhere else I'd rather be right now."  She laced her 
arms around Nick's neck as she slowly rubbed her body against his.

Instant lust engulfed him and he devoured her lips without question.  When she 
finally came up for air, Nick grabbed her by the arm and started for the doorway.  
When they reached the hallway, he scooped her up into his arms and headed for 
the conservatory's back room.  No sooner than they passed through the doorway, 
his lips found hers once more.  The moan he elicited from her only spurred him on.  
Her hands were instantly in his shirt when he placed her feet on the floor. He 
reached behind her and hit the switch that shut the electronic door between the 
rooms.  Pushing her hard up against the wall, his lips ravaged hers, while he hands 
pushed up the layers of skirt from her wedding gown.  

She sucked on his tongue until his fangs dropped, then she wrapped her tongue 
around each one until he growled into her mouth and sliced the tender tissue.  The 
lust in her blood shot through him like electricity.  The vampire was free, but the 
man was in control.  His hands rubbed her inner thigh and finally found her 
mound covered in a miniscule lace thong.  He pushed it aside and plunged two 
fingers inside her wet center.  She gasped in pleasure and finally ripped open his 
shirt to feel his cool skin beneath her fingertips.  His lips locked onto hers once 
more, and he sucked every drop of blood off her tongue and into him without a 
second thought.  He used his fingers inside her to drive her insane with desire.  
With each stroke, he rubbed her clit, then plunged back deep within her making 
her wet from her own juices.  The smell assailed him and he growled deep within 
his chest.  "I want you, Natalie...here...now.  I want to bury myself deep inside you 
until you scream my name for release."

Nat ran her hands down his groin until it reached the tight bulge in his pants and 
she kneaded it roughly.  She broke the kiss, then stared into his lust-filled eyes and 
smiled.  She cupped his hard cock in her hands and pulled hard allowing the 
friction of the cloth to arouse him further.  "So, what's stopping you?" 

His lips crushed hers as he reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled himself 
free.  He pushed her dress up to her hips and ripped her thong underwear from her 
body, all the time plundering her mouth with his tongue.  Pushing her hands above 
her head, he pressed her hard against the wall, then plunged his hard cock inside 
her.  He released her lips to watch her eyes as he retreated, then pounded hard back 
into her.  His cool hard cock inside her hot body drove them both wild with desire 
as he rocked into her deeper with each stroke. 

"Nick, more...I want more of you," she whimpered in need.  

Swiftly, he released her arms, lifted her off the floor and pushed deep inside her 
body.  She gasped with pleasure and wrapped her legs around his waist. With her 
hands on his shoulders and her back against the wall, she gave him free access to 
her body as she rode the wave of color forming behind her eyes.  Each stroke was 
like an electrical current sending signals of pure pleasure to her senses while her 
body built to an apex.  She felt him harden even more and she rotated her hips to 
give him better access. He pounded harder and deeper into her seeking the release 
they both needed.  

"Nick....come to me.  I want to feel you come to me.  I want...Nick!!!"  Her body 
gave into the sweet punishment and spiraled over the edge.  When she began to 
contract around him, she screamed his name in release.  She buried her hands in 
his blonde hair as he exploded deep within her and cried out her name.

With his head buried in his wife's chest and her legs wrapped around him, they 
stood motionless.   The love and passion between them crested, then they came 
back to reality.  Natalie finally caught her breath, when Nick raised his head from 
her chest and smiled.  "I don't know about you but I think we should keep that 
Wishmaker Punch in the fridge all the time!"

She smiled, then kissed his lips softly.  He held her tightly to keep her from falling 
and kissed her passionately once more.  She contracted her vaginal walls around 
his now softening penis and he responded immediately.  When he broke the kiss to 
watch her eyes, he found merriment and delight dancing behind them.  "I take it 
that was a yes?"  He pushed into her slightly and she moaned in approval.

"Most definitely!"  She found his lips again and moved provocatively on his now 
hardening shaft.  A loud crash could be heard on the other side of the door and 
they both froze.

"I think maybe we should check on our guests."  Nick twitched inside her, then 
smiled.  "But I'll remember exactly where we left off."

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After straightening themselves up hurriedly, Nick pushed the release lock on the 
electronic doors to find Vachon unabashedly undressing Tracy in the hallway.  His 
hands wove a magic spell that matched his lips.  Tracy had given into the warmth 
and electric feel of his touch that she'd always known existed.

"Trace?"  Nick spoke softly realizing she too, was engulfed in the feeling of love 
and euphoria that the punch had created.  

"Hmmmm????"  She responded, then came back to reality and starred at her 
partner.  "Oh, Nick!"  Vachon was a little slower to react but did release her when 
she pushed him away.  She grabbed the top of her gown and tried to return it to its 
original position

"Uh....we were just..."  She turned red, but stopped abruptly when she saw Nick 
and Nat's disheveled state.

"It's okay, Trace.  I think we understand."  Nick reached over to help Vachon stand 
up correctly as he weaved back and forth trying to button the fly of his trousers.  
Nick turned to Tracy while she slipped her gown back over her shoulders.  "I don't 
know what you put in that punch, Trace...?"  She turned guilty eyes toward him, 
then looked at the floor.  Nick walked over, placed a finger under her chin, raised 
her eyes to his and smiled.  "...but I want the recipe."

The music stopped and the laughter in the garden continued to grow louder.  Nick 
and Natalie sprinted to the garden.  Coming to the entrance, they stopped dead in 
their tracks.  Tracy and Vachon crashed into them from behind.  Before them, 
LaCroix twirled Myra in the air while crowd clapped out the beat.   When he 
dipped her in mid-air, laughter and applause broke out, then they both began to 
giggle.  The music began again, and the vamps present each claimed a partner and 
levitated into the air.  The mortals cheered and laughed and a few whined for their 
turn.

Nick stared at Vachon and smiled.  "Yes...I definitely want that recipe!"  He turned 
to Nat and offered her his hand.  "When in Rome...shall we?" 

"My pleasure, Sir Knight!"  They rose gracefully together to the cheers of the 
crowd and the festivities continued.


Part 10

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2 weeks later

Thank you cards and congratulations flooded both the morgue, Nick's desk, and the 
loft.  Each claiming the best time they'd ever had and wanting to do it again.  None 
of the mortals seemed to remember the unusual behavior of the vampires, nor 
experienced any bad side affects of the punch aside from a little memory loss.  
Most of the vampires remembered and asked for the recipe of the punch.  All in all, 
it had turned out well.

The dozen white roses tipped in red sat proudly on Nat's desk while she opened yet 
another thank you card.  She leaned over to inhale the faint scent the roses gave off 
when the papers on her desk moved slightly.

"You're getting sloppy, LaCroix.  Are we in a hurry this evening over something?"  
Nat turned completely unruffled by her father-in-law's abrupt appearance.

"You never cease to amaze me, Doctor." 

His steel blue eyes danced with flecks of gold and she knew she managed to irritate 
him.  "To what do I owe the pleasure of your illustrious company?"  She waited 
calmly.

"We have a problem that must be rectified, Doctor.   I am here to make sure that 
the problem does not continue."  His eyes flared red and he attacked her.  

She struggled to no avail in his grasp while he pulled her hair away from her neck.  
"Now I shall see what my son finds so addictive about you.  Welcome to my family, 
Doctor."  He growled before his fangs ripped into her neck as a scream tore from 
her lips.  With the first drop of her blood, he knew instantly what kept his son so 
faithful.  Pure unadulterated love cascaded through his senses, followed by 
excruciating pain.  He released her neck.  The pain in his back grew stronger as the 
knife sliced deeper.  He turned to find Tracy ready to plunge a stake into his back.

"Release her, LaCroix!" Tracy screamed in anger, then pulled the trigger of the 
gun in her left hand, blasting him further away from Nat who now struggled to her 
feet.  Tracy readied the stake in her right hand, more than willing to finish the job 
permanently when Nat screamed.

"Nick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  She collapsed to the floor in agony with tears running freely 
down her cheek.

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Nick had returned to the loft early in an effort to start dinner for his wife.  She'd 
taken up the challenge of trying to teach him how to cook.  He smiled at the 
thought of him cooking as he pushed open the door to the lift.

Instantly, he knew he wasn't alone when the power washed over him.  They 
stepped out of the shadows when Nick walked into the room.  He didn't speak, but 
waited.

"It would appear, de Brabant, that you have been expecting us."  Jacob walked 
further into the light, his fangs already extended.  "You have violated the code, and 
the price must be paid."  Jacob and his partner slammed Nick up against the wall 
making light of his struggles.  "It is useless to struggle, de Brabant.  The council 
has already made their decree.  Under normal circumstances, the sentence would 
be death, but your sire has pointed out the obvious debt, and you will be given an 
option."  Nick struggled against the power to no avail and Jacob rewarding him by 
breaking several ribs and shoving them into his lungs.

Wheezing and struggling against the pain, Nick let the vampire have free rein of 
his anger.  Unprepared for his refusal to submit, Jacob and his partner were tossed 
across the room in Nick's fit of rage.  His own power enhanced by anger and 
something stronger deep within him.  Jacob, astounded, picked himself up off the 
floor.  "I see the council was right to fear you.  Your strength has increased with 
the blood and love of the human."

Confused, Nick backed off slightly, then grabbed his side while the pain increased.  
"Why now?  Why now has the council decided I'm a threat?  Natalie and I are not a 
threat to the community.  If anything, the community owes Nat for saving them 
during the fever.  That debt has never been repaid."  Nick staggered when his 
anger diminished.  Jacob saw his opportunity and attacked.  All three men tumbled 
to the floor.  Jacob pinned Nick flat against the hard-wood floors of the loft.  "With 
your combined powers in both worlds, you will be a threat the community cannot 
control."  Jacob pressed his hand hard into Nick's abdomen pushing still more of 
his broken ribs further into his lungs.  Nick gasped for breath as the blood poured 
into his throat.  "Stop struggling and it will be less painful, Nicholas.  You've been 
given a choice."  Jacob tore his fangs into Nick's throat and drank deeply.  His 
power and age did not prepare him for what he felt in Nick's blood, but he drank 
anyway. 

Blackness began to engulf Nick from the pain and the force draining his life from 
his body.  Each mouthful that Jacob consumed pulled him further into the 
darkness, yet he struggled.  Small images from Jacob passed between them, until 
finally Nick understood.  Others were considering returning to their former life.  
Fear on the council's part that Nick's money and connections through Natalie and 
the mortal world would help them achieve what he was doing made them a threat.  
In the council's eyes, there was no alternative, but a deal had been made."

"No!!!!"  Nick screamed when the final images were implanted in his mind and he 
struggled once more.

Jacob released Nick's neck and grabbed the small vial in his pocket.  With the aid 
of his partner, they poured the contents into Nick's mouth.  Nick tried to spit it out 
and they forced it further into his throat.  Jacob massaged Nick's throat forcing him 
to swallow as Nick screamed in protest, then they released him.  Nick' stumbled 
away from the two Enforcers, coughing and trying to spit the poison out of his 
system, knowing full well it was too late.

Nick's blue eyes, filled with torment, met Jacob's, who stood watching the young 
vampire before him fight valiantly against a losing situation.  "Now, de Brabant, 
you will bring your wife across into our world or die in agony from the lack of her 
blood.  Only her blood will stop the pain, only her acceptance into our world will 
keep you both alive.  Be thankful that your father pointed out the obvious.  Without 
his interference you'd both be dead."  Jacob walked over to Nick now huddled on 
the floor fighting the poison coursing through his veins.  "Frankly, he tried to take 
her for himself but the council refused.  Their debt to your wife is now repaid.  The 
choice of whether you live or die is hers.  I think you are going to find out just how 
much your mortal love is willing to sacrifice.  I hope for your sake, you are right 
about her."  Jacob stood and looked at his partner.  Within seconds they were gone.

Nick collapsed to the floor in pain as the need for Nat's blood overtook him.  It was 
like electricity followed by hot knives slicing through his body.  He screamed her 
name in agony before he passed out.  

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Tracy ran to Nat's side and helped her up off the floor.  Natalie gasped for breath, 
then turned to glare at LaCroix standing only a few feet away from her.  "What 
have you done?"  She screamed in anger.  "What have you done to him this time?"  
Her angry eyes accused him.

"It is not I this time, Doctor...but you!  You and this relationship cannot be 
tolerated any longer."  He stood straight, then brushed imaginary lint off his jacket, 
all the while letting the anger bank slowly behind his eyes.  "It would appear I'm a 
bit late and the decision has been made.  You will become one of us or Nicholas 
dies...painfully I'm afraid at this point."  He stalked toward her once more.  "He is 
my son, I will not let him die because of you!"  Letting anger rule his actions, he 
grabbed her and flew out the door.

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LaCroix crashed through the skylight with Natalie in his arms.  When his feet 
touched the floor, she pulled free of his embrace and rushed to Nick's side.  Nick 
clutched his sides and moaned in agony on the floor while he fought the desire to 
drain his wife at the first scent of her blood.

"Nick?"  Natalie knelt down beside him.  "Can you hear me?"  Waves of  pain 
ripped through their link and she gasped.  So close, she could feel the sharp knives 
cutting into him relentlessly until he gave into it and  screamed her name again.  
"Nick...oh please Nick."  She cradled him in her lap while the pain ravaged his 
body.   

"Give him your blood, Doctor, or he will die.  They have poisoned him with your 
blood and a special elixir.  Only your blood will appease it."  LaCroix growled as 
he knelt down beside her and grabbed her arm.   "He brings you across or he dies 
the most painful death known to our kind.  How much do you love him?  Is your 
precious mortal life worth watching him die in torment?  Be aware I will kill you 
myself if you don't help him.  He will then see you for what you are...and he will be 
mine once more."  Red flashed in his eyes.

She turned in anger and glared back at him unafraid.  "You are a fool, LaCroix.  
My life is nothing without Nick.  Whether I'm vampire or mortal makes no 
difference.  Our love will survive.   Love is not the enemy but his salvation...but 
you'd never understand that.  You want to possess him and call it love."  She jerked 
her arm from his grasp.  "I promised him forever and I meant it, did you?"  Her 
blue eyes sparked with anger and determination, then she turned back to her 
husband.

"Nick, you have to take my blood.  It's the only way."  A single tear escaped her eye 
when she felt him fight the pain tearing through his body.  "We'll find a way 
back...together."  Tears flowed freely from her eyes.  She sliced her arm with a 
piece of glass she found on the floor from the broken table beside her.  "Let my 
love heal you, Nick."  She placed her bleeding wrist to his lips.  The blood trickled 
down his throat and he was lost to her once more.  The pain began to abate and he 
drew her deep within him.  The sweetness of her blood caressed the vampire and 
the love in her heart drew her closer to the inevitable.  He drank deeply, then felt 
his son.  Joy and agony combined overwhelmed him as he drank.  With all the 
strength he possessed, he pulled free from her wrist.  Pain assailed him for his 
efforts, and the beast within him flared angrily.  

"No, Nick!  You have to finish.  I can't live without you."  Nat cried and pushed 
her wrist back to his lips.

He grabbed her bleeding arm with one hand, then pulled her lips to his with his 
other.  Softly he kissed her, then released her reluctantly.  Pain engulfed him 
instantly and he gasped for breath before he spoke.  "Tell my son I love him.  Love 
him for both of us, Nat."  Tears poured from his eyes, knowing this was the right 
decision.  "I believe, Nat...In love and faith there is forever.  I will wait for you 
throughout eternity.  Know that I will be there for you when the time is right."  He 
brought her lips back to his once more and whispered.  "I love you, Nat...now...and 
always."

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