Forever Knight isn't mine, I'm not sure who it really belongs to, but it's copywrighted, I know. This is merely a piece of fanfiction I wrote for funsies, I'm not trying to step on any toes here. Goldeneyes is mine, and so is Dreamhaven and the inhabitants thereof, and the names and theories of Crossover, after a fashion.

It was a beautiful summer night, early summer and the sky was so clear that one could see forever. In the middle of a park a woman stepped out of the bark of a tree and looked around her with momentary confusion, where was she? She had been trying to get home, to Dreamhaven, the paradisical world that her family had made for themselves. Usually a trip home was the safest, most sure trip there was. This was no place that she knew. There were humans here, and only humans, with none of the additions that she knew her kind to bring. Well, if the Doorway she had opened had been redirected here, then there was a real reason for it. She stopped herself just short of adding that it could very well have been a whim, a whim of powers greater than her, of the woman she had once been. She shook herself and started moving, somewhere, anywhere, who or what was it that she was to see?

As she travelled, she masked the faint elvish cast that her features had developed after being among the others for so long. She masked her in-human eyes, it would not do to appear too exotic, humans were, by nature, both overly curious and too easily frightened, and destructive in their fear. Strange how she had come to think of herself as something other than human, when by birth, breeding, training, and genetics, she was one of them. She could feel the human patterns and fears throughout the city, pressing upon her. She ached that such a wonderous, marvalous, miraculous race, with such potential, should be so limited by fear and hate. Humans could be so much more!

She felt a disturbance, a broadcasting of fear, ancient, primal fear. Someone or thing was awakening the old fears and terrors, and using them. Shocked to her core, she found the place of the disturbance and gathered the shadows around her, . . .

She found herself in an allyway facing a standoff between two men, one obviously a street punk and the other, . . . the other, a tall, blonde man, was too familiar for her comfort. A light touch to the mind of the terrified street punk sent him into unconsciousness. He would wake to believe that the night-time fears were just dreams, he'd wanted to believe that anyway.

The other man whirled to face her, his eyes glowing yellow, not the metallic of hers, but yellow and eerie enough without the pair of vampiric fangs....

It was then that she realized who and what she faced. His fangs receeded and he gazed into her eyes. "You, you're a vampire!" she exclaimed, mentally cursing the idiocy of the statement. It was then that he spoke. "You will forget what you saw here..."

She had slammed down the mind shields even before she realized that he was trying to dominate her. Years of keeping out minds millenia older than him did come in handy sometimes. _No_ one got through her shields. "Don't *even* try it, Knight, I'm better at it than you are." That surprised him. Well, at least now she knew where she was, if not when.

"What are you?" he asked, the vampiric half having receeded.

She grinned for a moment. "I'm not really human anymore, genetics notwithstanding, but I'm not like you either." She flashed her inhuman eyes for a moment. "My House named me Genevion Goldeneyes Revier-Fiona."

A voice called out to them fromt he street. "Nick? Where are you?" Nick Knight looked in that direction a moment.

"I know where to find you. We can talk again in the morning." Acting on a whim of her own, she stepped closter and hesitantly touched his cheek. "I'll meet you at your place." Then she gathered the shadows and was gone as Nick's partner appeared.

Nick closed the blinds in his loft, distracted, thinking of the mysterious woman with the metallic gold eyes and the white streak in her hair. She resisted mesmerization, she knew about his being a vampire, . . . How did she know so much about him?

"Greetings, Sir Knight." A voice spoke behind him. He truned to face Goldeneyes, her eyes and features strange and inhuman. "I figure that this place is safe and so I have removed the masks on how I have come to look."

"How did you come here?" he asked. "A minor teleportation, used to stay within the world setting. If I can imagine it, I can go there, usually. I must admit though that your world was not my original destination, major teleportations are tricky things . . . " she wandered into silence for a moment. She looked at him and caught his eyes for a bit. "Eight hundred years and three continents are *not* enough, Sir Knight. There are still more things in heaven and earth, Nicolas, that are dreamt of in your philosophy." She smiled at the gentle joke.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"A world called Reve d'Or. You've never heard of it and you won't hear of it from any but those who have been there. Only we who travel between worlds have access to Reve d'Or. But this is unimportant."

"You said that you were more skilled than I,..." he let the question taper off.

"Oh, the vampiric domination. Well, I'm not exactly eight hundred, and I'm not a vampire, but I do have certain gifts, among them being telepathic gifts, a mind block from Heck chief among those gifts, and other abilities..." She lifted herself into the air and sat, crossing her ankles. "I'm better at this, too."

They heard the elevator rise and then a woman entered, and stopped short when she saw Goldeneyes. "Hello, Natalie, Nick and I were just talking, would you like to join us?"

Natalie was flabbergasted. "How did you know who I am? How...?" she stopped, not knowing how to ask the hundreds of questions that were springing to mind.

Nick smiled. "I've been wondering about that one myself."

"Well, the how is easy enough. There is a power I call the 'Mother Speaker', she made me and she is very interested in you. She doesn't always tell me everything, what she does tell me is usually dribbled out bit by bit, but Nick here fascinates her, and by extention, you too, Natalie.

"As for the what, I'm completely human, at least, genetically, but genetics aren't everything. I travel from world to world. I travel and experience and simply be there. That is my purpose. I suppose that I'm here just to be around you, Nick, goodness knows there don't seem to be any deeper reasons."

Natalie spoke up. "Are there others like you?"

"By 'like me' what exactly do you mean? Other not-quite-humans, yes. Other world travellers, yes. Not-quite-human world travellers who experience for the Mother Speaker, sort of. Others made by the Mother Speaker, yes."

"What was that 'sort-of' in there?" Nick asked.

She took a deep breath. "This is going to get rather intricate, so try to keep up. When the Mother Speaker first made Crossovers, that is our name for the world travellers, she took them from their lives in worlds very like this Earth, normal, ordinary kids with dreams of strange lands and worlds. She gave them powers and they became not-quite-human, but with all the human faults and virtues still. Today, not all Crossovers are of this not-quite-human and many that are are not of the Mother Speaker. Of those of the Mother Speaker, only I have this strong a link with her as I do." Goldeneyes paused a moment, a confused look on her face.

"What is it, Goldeneyes?" Nick asked. She started to answer but stopped. Nick looked at Natalie, to see if she knew anything, but she was as confused as he. Then Goldeneyes spoke again.

"That was strange. The Mother Speaker wants me to leave. She was really quite adamant about it. Something about 'long, involved conversations no one wants to read'." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I'll be back later tonight and we can exchange stories." She stood from her midair sitting position and moved forwards to shake hands with first Natalie and then Nick. She floated up a ways and lights swirled around her and then she disappeared.

"Whoa," Natalie said quietly, " She *does* know how to make an exit."

It was full dark and Nick sat at his piano, playing a sad, soft song he had learned long before. A familiar tingle at the pack of his neck told him that another vampire was near, one he knew quite well.

"Hello, LaCroix." he said as the elder vampire settled to his feet behind him.

"Is it true?" LaCroix asked abruptly.

"Is what true?"

"A woman knows of you, a mortal woman who cannot be made to forget..."

Nick interrupted. "By her own admission, Goldeneyes is not exactly a mortal as we know them."

"So it is true, and you have spoken to her. Do you know how dangerous she is?"

"I'm no more dangerous than you are, LaCroix, perhaps less, for I do not kill as you do." Goldeneyes walked forwards to the two vampires and Nick turned to face her and the one who had made him. Goldeneyes was wearing a long, dark blue velvet cloak and carried another on her arm. Her eyes sparkled metallicly as she faced LaCroix. "Nicholas is right, you know. I'm not truly mortal anymore, unlike the humans of this world. I barely age, I don't really know if I will ever die, and even if I do, it won't be for a very long time. However, I haven't come here to banter with you. I'm here to talk with Nicholas and then to go home." She turned to Nick, effectively ignoring laCroix. "I did find out why I had to leave earlier. The Mother Speaker is writing fan-fiction and she needed to get me out of here for a couple of hours."

Nick sighed inwardly, this woman confused him like none other could. "What is it with the cloak?" he asked, waving his hand in the direction of the one hanging on her arm. Goldeneyes blushed.

"This is something else the Mother Speaker wanted me to do, and it is quite irregular." She looked momentarily at LaCroix. "As the one responsible for some of what Nick is, and some of his pain, you have the right to witness this. True, it has never been done before, but Nick is the first male to recieve this honor and some traditions are made to be broken." She turned back to Nick, who was now standing, holding the cloak before her, on both arms. "Nicholas de Brabant..."

She was interrupted by the shattering of glass and three vampires crashed into the room. She dropped the cloak and sprang into the air while turning to face the newcomers. Nick's heart sank as he realized what had come.

"Oh, Shells." Goldeneyes muttered. "Enforcers"

Nick looked up at her, surprised. "How did you know?"

"Don't ask." she told him, dodging as one tried to catch her midair. "LaCroix, get out of here. Nick, put the cloak on."

LaCroix backed away, but Nick was getting delusions of heroism. "Goldeneyes, just leave." he shouted at her, starting to vamp out.

She dodged again. Learning to dance midair was worth it, these vampires only went in straight lines. "And let them get you?" she returned, "Thanks for the sentiment, but this isn't something that I can run away from. Just get the cloak on and put the hood up, that will protect your head and eyes." He reached for it reluctantly. "Now, which light wave did Nat say vampires are susceptible to?" She grinned at Nick's dumbfounded look. "Oh, why don't I just do the whole spectrum?" Nick had the cloak on seconds after that.

Goldeneyes hung in place in midair, her hand clasped on a rose necklace, concentrating, and a glow started to surround her. Pure, soft sunlight flowed from her form to illuminate the room and chase the Enforcers from her.

Nick was amazed that even as the light covered him, it did not burn. He stood in a light as the sun at noon-day, and he felt only peace.

A voice spoke from above Goldeneyes' head. "I don't suppose that you would listen to reason, would you? Goldeneyes is _not_ dangerous to you, unless you attack her. You really are so human. Only humans destroy unknown quantities." the Enforcers ran from the light and Nick watched as Goldeneyes dimmed and lowered herself to the floor, tears rolling down her face. She wavered a bit on her feet and Nick moved to support her.

"They were only afraid. So many centuries of hiding from human fears of the unknown only heightened the human fear of the unknown that they still shared. So much fear, such terrible fears, so limiting and often so unnecessary." She was sobbing uncontrollably and he held her close and simply let her cry.

"The cloak is yours, you have earned the right to wear it. It will protect you from whatever you need protecting from." Goldeneyes told Nick after she had calmed down.

"How much can you do?" Nick asked. He'd been curious since her illuminating display.

"With permission, just about anything, and I mean that. If there is need, I have no limits. Thankfully I've never needed to really test that."

Nick paused a moment before asking his next question. "Could you make me mortal again?" There, he had asked it.

She was silent for a moment. "I could, if there were need. Are you sure that it is mortality you wish and not humanity? There is a difference, and you are still very human, the depth of your emotions proves that. I am allowed to change one aspect of your vampiric half. Choose carefully. I could enable you to have children, mortal, human children. You already have the right to choose a Companion, a woman who will not be separated from you by anything if you do not allow it. In time you could make yourself mortal, in time and with patience, you don't need me for that. Nicholas, I dare not do too much for you. I cannot change anything within you, only you can do that. If I were to interfere on that basic a level I would greatly wrong you, and I admire and care for you too much to do that."

"I . . . understand" Nick said slowly, "Thank you for what you have done." Goldeneyes felt her heart breaking. There was such pain in his voice. For one desperate moment she considered placing her choice on him, binding her life to his, but no, he belonged to Natalie, . . .

"Go to Natalie, Nick. She loves you and will work with you for as long as it takes. If at times she does not understand, explain to her. If you choose a Companion, I will return with a cloak for her. Take care, dear one." Goldeneyes stepped back and slowly faded away.

"Hello, Sean." Goldeneyes looked up at her beloved.

"Goldeneyes, why didn't you tell him about the cloak?" He looked puzzled.

"Oh, that continued contact will transfer it's powers to him?" Goldeneyes shrugged. "He'll find out eventually anyway. At the least it'll be one less way he can commit suicide."

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