ADULT: Explicit sex, M/F.

This story takes place when Laurene is a young adult of 27. It takes a little getting used to, having our baby grow up, but grown up she certainly is! This story has the potential to become a spin-off series, if anyone shows the slightest interest. Enjoy! Comments always welcome.

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DISCLAIMER:  The characters of Nick and Co. are not mine.  They were created by James Parriott and Barney Cohen and are owned by Sony/TriStar.  No copyright infringement was intended.  This alternate universe, including Laurene, are my creations.  Please ask permission before playing with them.

Be My Valentine
 by Nancy Taylor
(c) February, 1999

     Laurene sat at her computer in a corner of her small apartment.  Ever since she had moved back to Toronto to attend University, she had been in constant contact with her family through her Internet connection.  Krissy and Kayla especially loved to call on their "netcam" and talk to their older sister.
They adored telling her all about the boys they were dating or admiring from afar, and tease her about the fact that *she* still didn't have a boyfriend.  At the "over-the-hill" age of 27, Laurene was still single.
     Having graduated from the University of Toronto with a degree in Archeology, she had taken up a position at the Royal Ontario Museum.  She was currently updating the Pompeii/ Herculaneum display.  Laurene smiled as she remembered running a hand lovingly over the marble bust of a Roman general earlier that day.  The piece had been broken in the eruption of Vesuvius, but had been carefully restored.  The eyes were the eyes of her lover....
     Pushing her chair back and standing, Laurene looked around her apartment.  It was Valentine's Day, and the room was filled with flowers.  Every table, every counter, every flat surface, including areas of the floor, were filled with vases of white roses.  Single roses in bud vases, dozens of roses in large crystal urns...buds and blossoms...and they kept arriving all through the day.
     The doorbell rang, and she hurried to answer it. Pulling the door open, she was greeted by another rose, a single white rose, in the hand of the man she loved.  Letting her lover into the room, she quickly closed the door behind him.
    "Lucien!"  Laurene threw herself into his ready arms.  As always, his kiss caused her heart to beat faster, her body to tingle from her scalp to her toes.
     LaCroix marveled at the young woman, the birth-child of his vampiric son.  He marveled at the way she had matured, at the way she resembled another young woman from so very long ago.
Nicholas had kept LaCroix from his sister, but in his daughter he had rediscovered lost love.  The touch of her warm lips against his cool ones caused his cold heart to beat in his chest.  What spirit!  What fire!  Tonight was the night, he thought.
     "What would your father think, my dear?" he chuckled at Laurene's ardent greeting.
     "Oh, Mum and Dad would never approve!"  Her voice was serious, but there was a smile gracing her lips.
     "You are a wicked child, to defy your parents so," LaCroix teased.
     "Love knows no restrictions, Lucien," Laurene reminded him.  "Given enough time, and the right circumstances, I'm sure they'll come around."
     He grinned to himself at the thought.  Surely Nicholas would accuse him of stealing his daughter's heart and using her in revenge for his loss of Fleur so many centuries ago.  He would say that LaCroix did not *truly* love Laurene, but he knew his own heart. Just as Nicholas had accused him of loving only Fleur's beauty and innocence, he would accuse LaCroix of using his daughter against him.  But he had truly loved Fleur and, in Laurene, had once again found the essence of that love. This time he would not be denied.
     "Do you love me?" he asked, gathering her in his arms.
     "You know that I do," she replied.
     Sweeping her up into his strong embrace, he carried her to the bedroom and sat down with her on the bed.
     "Do you trust me implicitly?" LaCroix whispered, as he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it gently off her shoulders, exposing an ivory expanse of skin.
     "Of course!"  Laurene smiled up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with the strength of her passion.  In turn, she unbuttoned his shirt, running delicate hands over the sculpted marble of his chest.
     "And do you wish to spend your life with me?" he continued as he unfastened the hooks on her brassiere, releasing her creamy breasts into his waiting hands.
     Laurene moaned with pleasure as LaCroix's cool touch caused her nipples to harden and a ripple of pleasure to cascade through her body, ending with a decided tingle at the core of her being.  "I would spend eternity with you," she murmured.
     LaCroix reclined on the bed, bringing Laurene with him.  Her nimble fingers worked to loosen the belt at his waist, eagerly unzipping his slacks and removing the excess clothing.
     His mouth found hers in a deep and searching kiss as he deftly removed what clothing remained on her body and his own.  Searching hands followed the contours of her flesh, seeking out her private places and causing her to moan with pleasure.  She squirmed against him, feeling him harden against her with lust and passion and love.
     "Then we shall be together...." LaCroix whispered, trailing his kisses from her lips to the alabaster skin of her neck.
     "Forever," Laurene sighed, arching her neck to expose the vein in anticipation and consent.
     She felt the pleasure and the pain as his fangs pierced the delicate flesh of her neck.  She saw his life, all that he was, pass before her eyes as he drank greedily from her. She felt the love, the passion, and knew that whatever the outcome of this experiment, she would be content.
     One memory flashed through them both.  A night, many years ago, when Laurene had been shot trying to rescue her father from a madman.  LaCroix had found her, dying on the dirty basement
floor, and had done the only thing he could do in those circumstances...he had tried to bring her across.  She had lived, but the experiment had failed....
     Tonight one of them would cross over...and no matter which it was, they would be together.
     She felt faint.  When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her bed, LaCroix's head resting between her breasts.  She felt weakened, but not dangerously so.  Stroking his hair with her hand, Laurene reached with her heightened senses and heard his heartbeat.  She listened to the rhythmic, steady beating, to the sound of his breathing, and she loved him.

     Slowly he awakened; a warm body curled next to him.  The sunlight streamed into the room and across the bed.  As his senses returned, he noted that something was terribly wrong.  An emotion he had not felt in centuries gripped him...fear.
     LaCroix threw an arm over his eyes to protect them from the blinding white light the streamed through the window.  Jumping from the bed, heedless of his nakedness, he dashed to the window
and savagely jerked the blinds closed.  Returning to sit on the bed in the relative darkness, he closed his eyes and tried reaching out with his senses.  After a few moments, he let out a growl, pounding his fists against the mattress in impotent rage.
     "Lucien?"  Laurene awoke to the sounds of his frustrations.  "What's wrong, Lucien?" she asked more urgently, sitting up in order to place a warm hand upon his shoulder.
     "I am *blind* and *deaf*!" he spat, turning to grab her wrist in his iron grip.  "What have you done?"
     "I have done nothing," she answered him calmly. "You were the one who drank so deeply of my love. You knew what you risked.
     "Feel your warmth," she continued.  "Feel the beating of your heart in your chest.  You are mortal now; feel me...."  She twisted her arm free from LaCroix's weakening grasp and slid over to sit next to him, pressing her warm flesh against his.  When he tried to pull away, she captured his mouth with hers, burying her tongue deep, tasting him as if for the first time.
     He pulled away and stared at Laurene with wonder and horror.  "No!  Not like this!" he hissed.  "It wasn't supposed to be like this!"
     "Lucien, you knew what you risked," she pleaded to his common sense.
     "I was to bring *you* across, to be my eternal companion and lover.  Instead, you do *this* to me!" he spat.
     "Lucien, you knew.  You had to have known...."  Laurene looked distressed as he climbed from the bed and strode over to the phone.  She watched as he punched in a number.  "Who are you
calling?"  She received no answer.

     "Janette?" LaCroix's voice was biting as he responded to the person on the other end of the phone line.  "You must come to Toronto at once."
     "And why should I do that, mon cher?" the silky voice answered him from her home in Paris.
     "Because," he hissed, "I need your help."
     "You need *my* help?"  Janette sounded genuinely surprised, but suspicion colored her words.
     "I need you to bring me back across," LaCroix whispered into the receiver.
     "You have been drinking too deeply from your lover, Nicola's daughter?"  Her tone held a hint of humor.  She had seen this coming, even if Lucien had not.  What a delicious irony.
     When there was no reply on the other end of the connection, Janette continued.  "I cannot do that for you, for anyone," she told him.
     "Why *not*?" he snapped.
     "Lucien, I left Toronto to regain my sense as a vampire after Nicola 'infected' me with his love of mortality.  I found my own love, and mortality, for a time."  She paused, remembering Robert.
     "What does that have to do with it?" LaCroix was impatient with his daughter/granddaughter's explanation.
     "It has everything to do with it," Janette replied.  "Everything.  When Nicola brought me back across, I realized what I had lost.  I was terribly angry with him at the time, but I have now come to see that he only meant well.  I have also come to see that I cannot deny mortality any longer."  Her pause was deafening in his ears.  "I no longer kill," she told him. "And I will not bring you back across."
     LaCroix slammed down the receiver and turned his fury upon Laurene, who would not be cowed by his anger.  "Daddy won't bring you back across either," she said, stating the obvious.  "I doubt
anyone in the community will...."
     "Then what am I to do?" he asked, suddenly miserable.
     "Come to bed?" She patted the mattress next to her. "Let me help you forget."
     "I don't *want* to forget!" he fumed.
     "Lucien," Laurene whispered, "love me."
     He stood, rooted to the floor, and stared at the loveliness of her.  He had coveted the heart and soul of this young woman ever since she was a small child.  There she sat, naked and alone, wanting nothing more than to be with him.  His heart beat faster, and he felt a warmth spread through him, arousing his need for this woman, a need beyond his own.

     Warm arms wrapped around her and Laurene felt herself being pulled down onto the sheets.  Beneath her belly was a hard shaft of flesh.  Feeling his erection, and knowing that she could finally share mortal love to its fullest with her lover, she felt a rush of heat spill through her body, ending with a gush of moisture between her legs.
     LaCroix rolled over, bringing her underneath him.  His hot kisses trailed down her throat to her breasts.  His lips teased the hard nubs of her nipples causing her to release a moan of pure pleasure.
     Her hands traced the sculpted muscles of his back, gliding down to cup his buttocks, squeezing him tightly, as her need grew within her.
     "Take me, Lucien," she cried, reaching down to guide his throbbing penis into her warmth.  LaCroix began with slow, gentle thrusts, cognizant of the virgin territory he now explored.  As his thrusts grew more urgent, Laurene lifted her hips to him, burying him deep within her.  Her fingernails dug into his flesh as she called out his name, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure rocking through her body.
     LaCroix prostrated himself upon her after emptying his seed within her.  He lay quietly for a moment before rolling off and gathering Laurene into his arms.
     "There is much I wish to teach you," he told her, his voice a husky whisper.
     "About...?" she asked, searching his face, his eyes, for signs that she had pleased him.
     "About love...."  He leaned in to kiss her deeply.  "About making it last.  About pleasuring your partner."  He allowed a hand to cup her breast, running his thumb caressingly across the sensitive nipple.
     "Didn't I satisfy you?" she asked, disappointment coloring her words.  Despite her fears, she found her body was reacting to his touch--a fire again began to build within her womb.
     "You were marvelous, mon petit ange," he assured her.  "But nearly two thousand years has taught me much about love, and I wish to be your teacher."  His hand trailed from her breast
across the flatness of her belly and down the inside of her thigh, only to return with maddening slowness.
     Laurene sighed with relief as LaCroix's hand once again found the safety of her breast.  "I have much to teach you, as well," she stated.  "About mortality...about life and death and how to live well."
     "We have eternity, my dear," he told her, wrapping her once again within the circle of his arms.
     "We have a *lifetime*," she corrected softly, laying her head upon his chest to listen to the music of his heart.

THE END

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