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How The Thief Died (01/01)

*snap*

The flash of the camera beamed a bright light against the dead body of a
figure on the ground dripping with blood. The scene was somewhat gruesome as
people began to gather around to watch.

"Nothing to see here.. move on out!" Schanke told the crowd of people
gathering.
Police officers began to thin out the crowd as Nick Knight bent down to the
body. "What happened?"
"Looks like wild dogs.. ripped her.. apart.." Tracy drifted off trying to
keep from throwing up.
"She's lost a lot of blood," Natalie noted, her eyes shifting to Nick.
Captain Cohen looked at the body. "Get it out of here, and let's move out
asap, I need my hot coffee tonight."

Natalie dragged Nick aside as she spotted some cops shipping the body away.
"Alright.. what happened?"
Nick looked at her curiously. "What?"
"That person. I saw the puncture marks, but the amount of lost blood was not
enough for them to die. I saw the stake through the heart!" she exclaimed.
"That was not my doing!" he noted.
"Then what was?" she demanded easing off him.
"Well, it began just after sundown...." Nick explained. "And..."
"And???!!"
Nick shook his head. "It's too gruesome."
Natalie nodded. "Alright, take me home."

Tracy went into the Raven to see LaCroix sitting in the back. She rushed
into the back room. "LaCroix?"
He looked up. "What?" he demanded.
She was taken back by his grumpiness. "LaCroix, what is it?" she asked.
"Some theif," he replied swearing under his breath. His eyes gazed upon his
Roman bust which sat before him dirty.
"Did you kill the person in the alley tonight?" she asked.
"What do you think?" he asked in reply.
She put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a light massage."I think you
did."
He laid back in his chair and looked. "Comfort me..."
She smiled and gently kissed him on the lips.
He looked at her with a smile, saw her sit down and began telling his
story...


* * *

Lucien LaCroix slammed a chair against the top of a table in the Raven.
"ARGH!!!!!!!" he cried out loud throwing the table against the wall.
Janette came running out from the back. "LaCroix!" she yelled. "What is it?"
He smashed another chair against another table burning with rage within him.
"Some person...!" *slam* *slam*
"What?" Janette demanded.
"...stole!" *slam *slam*
"What did they steal?" Janette queried.
"My bust! My Roman bust!" he exclaimed slamming the chair into little
pieces.
She leaned against the bar. "Well, what are you going to do about it? Bite
her?" she asked.
He stopped slamming the chair and turned around to face her with his fiery
vampire eyes. "Open the club at nine p.m., I'll be back by then," he snarled
rushing out the door.
"LaCroix! Wait!" she yelled after him.
Urs put a hand on Janette's shoulder. "He's out for the blood, there's no
stopping him..."

"Nick? Hey 'trunk space man'!" Vachon yelled.
Nick looked up from his piano. "Vachon. Nice to see you around. What is it?"
"Your vampire master just left in a huff and a puff and is about to suck
somebody's blood out of their dreadful body in less than an hour," Vachon
told Nick.
Nick lifted an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him?"
"Someone stole his Roman bust. The same person stole my guitar," Vachon told
him, his eyes gazing across the room to the bedroom upstairs. "Someone took
your sterling pill box."
Nick immediately dug around in his pocket. "Oh no.." he shook his head.
"Take me to the idiot."

LaCroix cornered the thief in an alleyway as they were dragging the heavy
bust, carrying the guitar and holding the sterling pill box in their pocket.
"Did you think you could take my bust?" LaCroix demanded.
The thief's eyes widened as they stared at LaCroix. "Um.. uh... err..."
Nick whooshed down with Vachon right beside LaCroix. "Good job," he snarled.
Vachon glared at the thief. "And now you die..." Vachon trailed off vamping
out.
The thief scrambled for an exit only to be met with the rusting bars of a
wire fence. LaCroix lunged at the thief knocking them unconscious and
drinking their blood only to spit out the disgusting taste.
"Even the blood does not satisfy me.. too low quality.." LaCroix noted.
Nick came up from a sip. "Indeed!"
Vachon who was slobbering over little drops gagged at the scent. "Agreed!"
The three vampires flew off quickly. Into the night..

* * *

Nick looked up from the fire. "And so that was what happened."
Natalie caught sense of reality again. "Oh my... Well I'll see you later
then," she waved goodbye picking up her jacket.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To do the autopsy of course, I suspect I'll need all night to figure out an
explanation for this strange turn of events..."

Nick looked as Natalie walked out of the loft and away for the night.

Tracy looked up into LaCroix's eyes. "Wow.. sounds short."
"Not worth the kill," he grinned.
"As I can see..." she trailed off.
He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. "Bonne nuit,"
he whispered.
"I'll get the bust polished in the morning. The DPs are loading up for the
kill.. "
He lifted an eyebrow. "But she's dead."
"Who knows if you brought her across.. besides, the theif stole my prized
sacred coffee pot from the mansion. They want to hunt down and make sure
they are dead."
He grinned. "What a night!"
"Indeed.." she agreed as the two kissed again.

~Fin~

So in the end.. moral of this story? Like Aesop's fables? Don't steal, even
vampires will reject the thief...

And the DPs will kick a**, if one of their own gets their fanfic stolen.

CHARGE!!!!!!!!

Miranda
fleurdebrabant@cybergal.com  http://miranda.bradet.com