This is my first erotic story. I hope you enjoy it. It started
out as a post for FKFIC-L,
but... what can I say, the story had other ideas. Send any comments,
virtual hugs and
sweets to Knightwave@aol.com. Flames would ruin the furniture.
I want to thank my beta readers, Cousin Jen (Night Hawk) and Debbie
Park. Their
patience and support gave me the courage to finish and post this story.
Forever Knight and all of it's cast belongs to Tri-star and Jim Parriott.
I just wanted to play
with them for a little while. Karen and the others are mine.
During Father Figure our group was in England during the bombing of
London and from flashbacks in Outside the Line, we know Nick was
involved with the underground. What would have happened if Nick
had
been captured by the Germans, been discovered, then escaped?
Note: The Maquis is another name for the French resistance movement
fighting during World War II.
Explicit sex, violence, (Nick/LC)
LaCroix sat at apparent ease
in the modest house. Heavy black-out drapes covered
the windows. They were always pulled shut, though during these
times that wasn't considered
unusual. England was under attack; bombs were falling with deadly
result. He had located
this house, with Janette's help, shortly after arriving from France.
With Nicholas still in need of
rest and quiet to speed his healing, they decided to locate a dwelling
near Oxford instead of
living in London. With the bombing in London accelerating, it
was probably safer as well.
The former inhabitants had left this property abandoned, its grounds overgrown
with
weeds and ivy, which was intruding into every crevice within reach.
The small eighteenth century
manor house showed signs of its past grandeur through the neglect of
the present. It stood two
stories high with two wings off either side of the foyer. The
library was a shambles, with books
laying all over the floor along with the debris and dust. The
music room wasn't as bad. LaCroix
knew Nicholas was pleased that the piano was still intact. Many
of the rooms upstairs had been
left open to the elements through open windows or in the case of the
right wing, a bomb that had
dropped too close to the house and collapsed part of the back wall.
Fortunately, the master
suites located in the front of the house were in good repair.
After sweeping and cleaning to make the house livable, LaCroix was taking
a break. He
couldn't break this one mortal habit from his past, cleanliness.
He had drilled this same habit into
his children as well.
He could hear Nicholas in the library cleaning and putting things away.
Nicholas. LaCroix had
almost lost him this time. <The Nazis almost killed my son!>
The thought made his eyes glow
gold with anger.
A noise in the driveway broke his line of thought. As he turned to
investigate his eyes
faded to their normal icy blue color. Janette came through the
door with a large handful of
clothes.
"There's another
load in the car as well as some of the household things we will be
needing." Janette said to LaCroix. She had
traded in the men's clothing she wore while with
the Maquis for a split skirt, riding boots, and a comfortable blouse.
Her dark hair was pulled
back away from her face to cascade down her back. A hip length
black leather coat finished
off her look. LaCroix stood up to help her with her armful.
Taking half the load, he followed
her up the stairs to one of the master bedrooms on the second floor.
"I managed to
find enough clothes to give you and Nicolah several changes of clothing."
Janette informed him while laying her bundle on the chair by the armoire.
"I had to settle for
grays and browns for now. I can lay my hands on some dye if you
don't want to wait for
everything to arrive from London." She smiled slightly
to herself, knowing LaCroix's insistence
on wearing black.
Janette turned around and
looked at her master, her father. He was laying his armful on the
bed. He was tall and pale, with blond hair cut very short.
His strong face showed little of the
worry she knew he had been feeling of late. With Nicholas' escape
from the Germans, the mad
dash out of France and a quick exit from London, this was the first
relaxed breath any of them
had been able to take in weeks.
"That will have to
do.... unfortunately," LaCroix replied. "Once the trunks arrive from
London, then all of us will have proper clothing again." Lacroix
held out his hand to Janette and
pulled her into a loose hug. "You have done well for us daughter,
as well as can be expected in
these circumstances." He placed a kiss on her forehead before
breaking the embrace.
"How is Nicolah?"
Janette asked. She was worried about her brother in blood.
He was
not recovering as fast as he should. The nightmares that had
plagued him since his escape seemed
to drain him so much. He had been so jumpy too, flinching at
the slightest unexpected touch. He
had not been able to regain very much of the weight his imprisonment
and near starvation had
taken from him.
"With his energy level
so depleted, he's been sleeping quite a lot the last few days. I'm
feeding him as often as I'm able, but.... It's going to take
longer than I thought for him to get over
this trauma. I may have to suppress the memories of his confinement
entirely before he begins to
recover. I have not done so in case the Enforcement Council needed
to speak with Nicholas, but I
may not have a choice if he is to recover."
Before Janette could say
anything, they both heard a voice from downstairs.
"LaCroix?"
"Yes, Nicholas. I
am with Janette. We will be down in a moment."
"What about the Council?
Have you heard anything?" She didn't like it that the Enforcers
were involved in their business, but when a vampire was exposed under
any circumstances, they
had to be informed. Then proper damage control could be carried
out, even during a war.
"No, not yet. I need
you to go back to London and complete our business affairs." Moving
out of the room and toward the stairs, he continued, "Arrange with
the lawyer to have the papers
on the house sent here. With Nicholas' control in question, I
don't think he should be moving
around too much right now. Also, pick up our passports and locate
a steady supply of bottled
blood from the community. I'll deal with any local problems
while we settle in."
"And if the Enforcers ask
for you?"
"Tell them where we are.
I will deal with their questions about Nicholas and what happened
in France."
Janette nodded. She
was glad LaCroix would deal with this problem. She would have enough
to worry about trying to get everything they would need with this war
waging all around them.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Janette looked for Nicholas.
She wanted to see him before she
left. There was a lot to accomplish before dawn.
As they were coming down
the stairs, Nicholas came out of the library. His blond hair was
tousled and he was still extremely pale and thin. Janette's smile
upon seeing him faded as she thought
about the circumstances of his capture. The Nazis had tried to
get information about her from him.
It particularly hurt her to know that he had been captured and tortured
because of her involvement
with the Maquis, but there was little she could do about it now.
They met and linked arms
as they walked toward the front door. Janette glanced over at
Nicholas as they walked. Besides the dark circles under his eyes,
she couldn't see any other serious
problems that rest and several good feedings wouldn't fix.
It wasn't until the thin lines of pain
appeared in his face whenever he relaxed his guard that she realized
there was more damage
underneath. Damage that didn't seem to diminish with time.
She knew he was fighting the demon
that dwelled in all vampires, that his control had weakened.
"Where are you off to now?"
Nicholas asked. He had hoped
Janette would be able to stay a little while. He missed her company
and her presence.
"I have errands to do in
London. Things that can't be delayed. LaCroix is going to stay
here
with you mon chere. I will see you when I get back.
Just concentrate on getting better."
"I'll be fine, Janette."
Nicholas kissed her lightly on the lips. Smiling, Janette turned
and leaped
into the night air and was gone.
"Don't worry about Janette,
Nicholas. She will return in a few days." LaCroix assured him.
He stepped up behind his son and gently laid a hand on his shoulder.
Gesturing toward the car with
his other hand, LaCroix said, "Why don't we finish taking the supplies
into the house, then we will
take a break. I don't want you to over tire yourself."
Nicholas leaned back against
LaCroix for a moment. He was so
very tired. He didn't seem to be getting any better. <I
don't understand what's happening. I've never
felt like this before.> He knew LaCroix was worried, he could
feel it through the link. LaCroix gently
stood Nicholas up and walked with him to the car.
As he was bringing the last
of the supplies inside the house,
Nicholas suddenly sagged into the nearest chair, dropping his armful
on the floor. Feeling his son's
fatigue, LaCroix laid his armful on the dining room table and looked
back through the foyer. Nicholas
was sitting in a chair by the stairs, his head resting on the back
of the chair with his eyes closed.
Moving to his child's side, LaCroix stood looking at him for a moment,
then leaned down and brushed
the blond hair off his forehead. Flinching at the touch, Nicholas
opened his eyes. Strands of gold laced
through the normal blue color.
"Nicholas, you've done enough
for now; go upstairs and lay down for a while." LaCroix stated as
he urged his son to his feet. Nodding, the younger vampire slowly
headed upstairs with LaCroix at his
shoulder.
Once in his room, LaCroix
helped Nicholas out of his clothes and into bed. "While you rest,
I
will go hunting. We'll deal with your hunger when I return."
LaCroix quietly informed Nicholas as he
climbed into bed. Watching his son settle and fall quickly asleep,
LaCroix turned and headed out to
hunt. Feeding Nicholas as well as keeping himself healthy meant
he had to hunt more often.
LaCroix knew he would have to go further afield than he liked so that
no suspicion was drawn to the
new neighbors in town. As much as he enjoyed feeding Nicholas,
it was safer when they had a
bottled blood supply handy.
Chapter 2
The next night
He was back in the steel
cage. <How did I get here? Why am I here?> The memories
of the
past were too fresh, too raw.
"Nooooo, this can't be happening!"
Nicholas screamed, still asleep, as he began to struggle
against the feelings this nightmare was triggering. The vampire
in him started to surface in response
to his fear.
In the grip of this strong
nightmare, Nicholas's rising terror arced across the connection to
LaCroix, who was just coming in from a most satisfying hunt.
With the link taut with fear, LaCroix
flew upstairs to try and calm his son. Since Nicholas's escape,
he'd been bombarded by vivid
nightmares that left him badly shaken. LaCroix carefully held
him down while trying to calm the
escalating fear in Nick's mind.
After giving a heart-rending
scream, he bolted awake, trembling and panting heavily. "It's just
a dream, Nicholas. It will be all right." LaCroix murmured.
Sitting on the bed, he pulled Nicholas
into his arms, gently stroking his bare shoulder.
As the dream slowly faded
away, Nicholas felt another need growing within him. Turning in
his master's grasp, he started to unbutton LaCroix's shirt.
"Nicholas, what are you
doing?"
"I'm unbuttoning your
shirt."
"And why are you doing this?"
LaCroix asked with a light smile on his full lips.
"Because," he softly answered,
kissing LaCroix's chest, "I can't *kiss* touch *lick* your skin
*kiss* with the shirt on *kiss*." He needed to feel LaCroix's
love, his possessiveness, which under
any other circumstance would have been smothering.
He nibbled one of LaCroix's
nipples with his mouth. LaCroix leaned his head back and
closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensations his child was causing.
Releasing one nipple,
Nicholas ran his tongue across the ancient's chest to the other one.
Slowly moving his tongue
around the nipple a few times, he lightly pinched it with his teeth.
<Oh, the young devil!,> LaCroix
mused as he moaned softly. <He does know how to pleasure
me like no other!> LaCroix began
to run his long fingers through the wavy blond hair.
As Nicholas worked his way
down the pale, muscled chest, he slowly reached around his
master's back and pulled the tucked shirt off. Placing his hands
on LaCroix's hips, he licked and
nibbled his way down to the navel.
Glancing up to see how LaCroix
was handling his ministrations, Nicholas noticed the icy blue
eyes were partially closed and his master was slowly running his tongue
along his lips. Nicholas
felt strong hands grasp his shoulders, as if to prevent him from retreating.
Nicholas unfastened LaCroix's
belt and pants so that he could slide them down. Gently
pushing his master flat on the bed, he tugged the offending clothes
off the pale body with an assist
from LaCroix and let them fall to the floor.
"Come here Nicholas," LaCroix
whispered softly, gathering his son into his arms and kissing
him deeply. They explored each others' mouths with their tongues.
Nicholas pulled back, panting,
as his canines started to ache from the heavy petting and kissing.
After being pulled down
for another long, sensual kiss, Nicholas felt the hunger burning in his
mind and body, causing his fangs to drop and his eyes to burn gold
with desire and need. The
hunger!
Since Nicholas refused to
hunt and their supply of bottled blood wasn't established yet,
LaCroix had to feed him. <Aahhh, but the side effects are
glorious!> LaCroix thought smiling.
He still had to be careful because of his child's depleted condition,
but the enjoyment was just as
intense.
Pulling Nicholas back into
an embrace, he encouraged his son with another long kiss.
LaCroix felt Nick's canines with his tongue, as well as the hot red
haze of the hunger that was trying
to overwhelm him through the link. His child growled deep in
his throat as he broke the contact
again. He licked along LaCroix's jaw down to the alabaster white
neck. LaCroix turned his head a
little to expose his throat and Nicholas pounced, sinking his fangs
into the cool smooth neck, pulling
the rich healing blood into his mouth.
The sensations that flowed
back and forth between them caused LaCroix to groan in
excitement. He stroked his hands down Nicholas's sides, feeling
the ribs through the skin.
<Nicholas still needs fattening up, so bovine is definitely out
for a while!> LaCroix thought.
LaCroix's hands continued to stroke up and down Nick's body, reveling
in the feel of his son. His
happiness at this turn of events was only slightly lessened by the
circumstances that had brought
them together once again.
Nicholas's feeding slowed,
then he finally pulled away with a sigh. Leaning back and smiling
lightly at LaCroix, he teased, "Is there anything I can do for you,
LaCroix?"
"You know what would please
me, Nicholas."
"Well, I think something
can be arranged," Nicholas whispered just before he lightly kissed
LaCroix again. He laid back on the bed, smiling faintly at his
master. LaCroix rolled over onto his
side and resting his head on his bent arm, grasped the rock hard shaft
that was demonstrating his
child's sexual need. Now that the feeding was behind them, LaCroix
could fully enjoy himself. He
knew his own penis was straining to reach the tight circle of muscles
in Nicholas's buttocks.
LaCroix stroked the long,
hard shaft and cupped the tight scrotum gently for a few moments.
Moving closer until he was laying with his hip and legs brushing against
Nick's, he leaned on his
elbow, and started tracing light patterns over his son's chest.
While continuing the light feather
touches, he leaned down to the lean chest and flicked his tongue over
the left nipple, feeling it
harden at the attention. Noticing his son shiver from the touch,
LaCroix reached over Nicholas and
lightly played with the other nipple with his fingers while his tongue
continued to stroke the left one.
Shifting a little, he licked and kissed Nicholas's jaw, causing his
son to tilt his head back, exposing
his throat. Drawing his tongue down the slender neck, which caused
a passionate moan to be
released from his son, LaCroix continued down until he was back to
the nipples. Nicholas, arching
his body into his master's touch, closed his eyes and let LaCroix do
what he willed, needing him;
trusting him.
LaCroix began to lightly
stroke his son's stomach with his fingers, tracing the way down to his
groin. Nicholas began to squirm under LaCroix's touch, feeling
his need beginning to surge out of
the center of his being. LaCroix shifted positions, gaining better
access to Nicholas's groin. He
began to kiss and stroke the inner thighs, licking all around
the straining penis but not touching it.
Nicholas groaned again, knowing LaCroix liked to take his time, hoping
he had the energy to last
until LaCroix was ready to give him his release.
Taking the throbbing penis
in his hand, LaCroix licked the head of it, which caused his son to
shudder, then tense under him. Pre-come began to ooze down the
shaft. Knowing Nicholas's
weakened state, LaCroix decided to cut short his playtime. He
was ready for the next part of their
tryst.
Moving to his knees, LaCroix
reached around his son's stomach and helped him turn over.
Nicholas positioned himself with his head lying on his forearms as
LaCroix stroked his ass and
flanks. To ease the penetration, LaCroix inserted first one,
then two of his fingers, working them
slowly in and out. When he felt Nicholas was ready, he pushed
his penis inside, slowly, steadily,
until he was in to the hilt. Pulling back, he thrust again, harder,
picking up the pace.
LaCroix felt Nicholas's
sexual urgency building in the body beneath him, as he felt the
climbing tension in his own groin. Placing his left hand on his
son's shoulder for balance, he
reached his other one around the narrow waist, grasping Nicholas's
throbbing shaft and began to
stroke in time with his thrusts. As Nick's need spiraled tighter,
he arched his back and leaned his
head back, exposing his neck. The link between them fairly hummed
with the ecstasy that was
coming! Laying down on his son's back, LaCroix bit at the joint
of Nicholas's neck and shoulder,
sinking his fangs smoothly in. Taking only as much blood as was
needed to trigger his climax,
LaCroix offered his wrist to Nicholas, who promptly sank his fangs
in to complete the blood circle
between them.
They both groaned together,
both feeling so much pleasure it was almost pain. LaCroix felt
the thick liquid squirting on his hand as Nicholas felt the spasms
of his master's release inside of him.
As his son sank down to the bed, LaCroix's softening cock eased out
of his lover's exhausted
body and he rolled off to the side, gathering Nicholas into his arms.
His son sighed and squirmed
into a comfortable position in his master's grasp. He slid into
sleep feeling LaCroix's love and
strength surrounding him, protecting him from the horrors that threatened
to overwhelm him.
After reinforcing the depth
of Nicholas's sleep through the link, LaCroix slipped out of the bed
and dressed. He stood by the bed listening to the mound of linen
that hid his son. <The nightmares
that are tormenting Nicholas are not lessening at all! And he
is still recoiling from any unexpected
touch.> LaCroix frowned. With the sharing of blood, he knew what
had been done to Nicholas: the
incarceration, the deliberate starvation, and after the Nazis realized
that Nick wasn't 'normal', the
experiments to find out 'what' he was. When they found out that
sunlight and wood could be a
weapon against him, his life became a living hell.
Going downstairs, LaCroix
began to prepare for the visitor that would be showing up soon.
Janette's note had arrived at dusk warning him that an Enforcer would
be popping in to question
Nick about the 'incident' in France. <I intend to be the one
involved, not Nicholas!> LaCroix
thought as his lips pulled into a silent snarl. With Nicholas
exhausted and deeply asleep, the
Enforcer would be forced to deal with him; which was why, aside of
the pleasure, he submitted to
Nicholas's advances so easily. It was going to be an interesting
meeting.
Chapter 3
Shortly after midnight,
LaCroix stiffened, feeling the vibrations of an unknown vampire.
Rising
from his chair, he moved into the foyer, awaiting the other's arrival.
A few minutes later, the front
door opened and in walked a woman.
The Enforcer was small in
stature, with shoulder length light brown hair and green eyes. She
met LaCroix's gaze with an indifferent air to her bearing. She
knew how most of the community felt
about having the Enforcers around, though because of his age and standing
in the community, Karen
had to tread with a little tact when dealing with this particular vampire.
Deciding that a moderate
approach would be best for their discussion, LaCroix gestured to the
study off from the foyer saying, "We will be more comfortable in there."
Karen nodded and walked
into the room ahead of LaCroix. She instinctively checked the
room's exits and potential for weapons. Ignoring the offer of
a chair, she turned to face LaCroix,
stating, "I'm here to investigate the incident your daughter reported."
Choosing to remain
standing as well, LaCroix replied, "I have been expecting someone to
contact us. Might I know your name?"
Karen looked a little uneasy
with this calm approach, then said, "Karen."
"Well, Karen, what do you
need to know?"
"What are the circumstances
and facts of this exposure. And where is your other child?"
Karen wasn't going to let LaCroix take control of this meeting.
"Nicholas is sleeping upstairs.
I've had to use a bit of manipulation to help him sleep. He is
still in a weakened physical and emotional state. As to the capture,
it was just a fluke. The Nazis
were trying to capture someone who could give them information on the
Maquis. Nicholas
walked into a trap that had been set for Janette and her group."
"Yes, we know about your
daughter's activities. For the most part, that's not a problem.
But, we need to know if there IS a problem here! The first thing
I need is to see your son."
LaCroix hesitated a moment,
beginning to regret his initial decision, then nodded. "Follow
me then."
Leading the Enforcer upstairs,
LaCroix, with a growing sense of aggravation, continued, "I
haven't suppressed any of his memories yet, but it looks like I will
have to for Nicholas to heal
properly." Stopping outside the door to the bedroom, he turned, looming
over Karen. "He is
suffering from strong nightmares about what happened: the imprisonment,
the effects of the
starvation; what they did to him. I don't want him upset any
more than he already is," he snarled
with malice lacing through his voice.
"If he is still asleep,
I can find out what I need to know without waking him. He won't even
know I was here. Good enough?" Tasting his blood should
answer most of the questions that
needed answering right now, and any later questions could be dealt
with as the need arose. One
of her strengths as an Enforcer was the ability to shield her presence
from whomever she chose.
It was an effective tool when investigating cases like this one.
Though the problem was serious,
the Council didn't want to unduly arouse LaCroix's ire. Everyone
knew how protective he was
with his children, particularly this child.
LaCroix let some of the
tension leave him at her answer. He opened the door and waved
her into the room, closing the door softly after he also entered.
Chapter 4
Karen glanced toward the
pile of linen on the bed. Sensing a vampire under them, she
moved to the side of the bed and carefully sat down on it. Pulling
the linen back, she got her
first look at Nicholas
LaCroix was leaning against
the door, watching her. He heard her slight intake of breath
when she pulled the linen down around Nick's waist. His face
and neck was beaded with blood
sweat and his skeleton was visible through his skin with marked clarity.
Even though any external
wounds were healed, she wondered how bad the emotional ones were, considering
his present
condition. As she examined him, Nicholas twitched slightly, then
moaning softly, rolled over onto
his left side. Karen noticed the half healed bite mark on his
neck and glanced back at LaCroix
briefly.
Bringing his arm to her
lips, she slid her canines into his wrist. Taking a sip, then another,
she
was assaulted by the fire of him, the bright essence of his being.
Screening her presence from
Nicholas, she began filtering through the memories of the last few
weeks, pulling the ones that she
would need to the fore. The images were intense; the sun boiling
his skin, the pull of the hunger
during his confinement, his hatred for the men just out of reach, the
beast breaking loose. She
scanned for any information that would identify who knew of him and
where he had been held.
There was a brief glimpse of someone who had reports in their hand:
<Damn!> She slid her fangs
out of his flesh and after a moment, licked the last of the blood off
his wrist. Pulling the covers
back over him, she gestured for LaCroix to leave the room and rose
to follow right behind him.
After closing the door, she turned
to LaCroix. "What images are you getting from him?"
Studying her for a moment,
he decided to be forthcoming with his answers. "The main ones
are of the cage, the sun when the Nazis realized it had an effect,
and two men, a captain and a
colonel of the S.S." LaCroix answered as they walked back downstairs.
"Nicholas thought the
captain's name was Schmitt, I believe. I also have sensed something
of the capture and of course
his hunger."
Stopping at the bottom of
the stairs, Karen turned to LaCroix. "Do you know where he was
held? There was no memory of it in him."
"No, I don't.
We found him unconscious on the outskirts of the village near one of my
estates in France. I will give you the location before you leave."
"Yes, do so, then I will
begin looking into this problem. With the memories I have now, I
should be able to piece together what we need to clean up this incident."
Walking to the foyer,
Karen turned back to LaCroix. "Don't erase anything yet.
I know it will be hard on him, but I
need the memories fresh in case more information is required."
After giving Karen the location
of the estate, she left with a brisk rush of air.
LaCroix turned to go back
upstairs. He could feel the dreams beginning again and wanted
to try and soothe them before things escalated. Hopefully, this
whole mess would be finished
very soon.
Chapter 5
A week later
Nicholas was totally involved
in the music he was playing on the piano. It was the only time
lately that he could completely escape from his memories. The
music soothed and carried him
along to a calm place without worry or fear. Closing his eyes,
he leaned into the keys, letting the
music flow out of him into the fire lit room. He didn't notice
when LaCroix stopped in the
doorway to listen. A few minutes later, Janette joined him there.
"It's beautiful,"
she whispered to LaCroix. "I'm glad he has started playing again."
"Yes, it is beautiful.
He has always had a way with the piano." LaCroix softly replied.
He
could feel the calm in his son when he played. He only wished
that calm would last beyond the
music.
As LaCroix moved on
to prepare for his trip later, Janette stood and watched Nicholas
play. <He doesn't even notice anyone is nearby> she
thought.
Between the feedings
from LaCroix and the bottled blood they had been pushing on him,
Nicholas had complained about 'too much of a good thing' but, "At least
he's finally gaining some
of the weight back." Janette sighed, murmuring, "even if it isn't
helping with the other problems," as
she moved on to the study to talk with LaCroix.
As she came into the study
she saw LaCroix grabbing up his coat and preparing to leave.
"Where are you off to, LaCroix?"
"That woman, Karen, contacted
me earlier this evening saying it was important I come into
Oxford tonight. They don't bother to keep us informed at all
and then it's 'come now' like a
leashed dog at a command. If it wasn't for the information she
has, I would teach her who she is
dealing with, Enforcer or not," LaCroix snapped. Janette knew
he had been in a foul mood ever
since that message had arrived. She smiled slightly at the thought
of the Enforcers' meeting with
LaCroix tonight.
LaCroix turned to Janette
saying, "Keep an eye on things while I'm gone. I've got a feeling
something is going to happen soon. I'll be back as quickly as
I can." With that, he was gone.
Janette's calm feelings
evaporated at LaCroix's words. He could sometimes sense trouble
coming, particularly when it involved Nicholas. She would have
to stay alert and hope nothing
happened before he returned. She moved slowly back to the
music room and Nicholas, a frown
appearing on the calm beauty of her face.
LaCroix arrived at the address
with a quick rush of wind and a snarl in his throat. He could
sense vampires nearby. <No sense rushing into trouble,> he
thought smiling smugly. <It is better
when the other party is on the defensive. Maybe a lesson is in
order here.> With that in mind, he
moved to make his entrance, all the while keeping an eye on the feelings
coming through the link
from Nicholas. He didn't know why but he was sure something was
going to happen soon.
Slipping into the building
through a skylight, LaCroix could see two figures moving around
down in the warehouse. One he recognized as Karen, the other,
he had never seen before.
Making sure there were no others around, he moved silently down until
he was standing near the
two vampires. Karen whipped around in surprise as LaCroix appeared,
while the male vampire
expressed his surprise by hissing and showing his fangs.
"You wanted to see me?"
LaCroix asked, amused that he had provoked a reaction.
"Damn it, how did you sneak
in here?" the male Enforcer demanded. Karen, recovering
faster than her partner, held up her hand to quiet him. "LaCroix,
I'm glad you could make it so
quickly. There is news, and none of it is good!" she urgently
said. "We have just returned from
France, where we traced down one of the humans involved in your son's
situation!. According to
the information taken from him before he was eliminated, there is an
attempt underway to
recapture your son here in England."
"What do you mean 'recapture'?!"
LaCroix growled.
"Somehow, they've traced
him to Oxford. We need to capture the officer in charge of this
attempt, then maybe we'll learn how they were able to trace Nicholas's
movement. I want to lay a
trap for these humans and finish this business once and for all.
If the Germans were able to trace
one of us, then we need to find out how and eliminate the threat immediately."
Karen stated
decisively.
"Can you trust this person's
information?" LaCroix demanded as he straightened his tall
frame to tower over both of the Enforcers. His voice deepened
with menace at the thought of his
son back in the Nazis hands. He quickly checked the link, but
felt only what had been the norm
for the last few weeks from Nicholas.
"The information came from
the colonel that was in charge of the initial capture. Evidently,
when Nicholas escaped from the holding cell, he displayed a few abilities
that were unusual to
them. Hitler is very interested in supernatural occurrences,
so the colonel thought he would try
and get the upper ranks' notice by handing over 'something' that they
couldn't explain; Nicholas.
There is a squad here in England which will try and kidnap him and
take him back to Germany."
"What kind of trap did you
have in mind?"
"David and I have a plan,
and with your help, we should be able to catch all those involved
and eliminate the danger to us all." Karen knew if she didn't
have LaCroix's support, it would
be harder to catch all of these humans, but with the danger to his
son following them from across
the channel, she figured LaCroix would see reason.
LaCroix listened to Karen's
plan. He didn't like it, particularly putting Nicholas in danger,
but she was right. They needed to be stopped, so he agreed to
help.
They were discussing the
details of the plan, when LaCroix felt a surge of fear and anger
from Janette and Nicholas, followed by a stab of pain from Janette.
Jerking upright, he threw
himself into the air, leaving the two Enforcers demanding answers behind
him. While en route to
the house, he felt another surge of anger from Nick, then blackness.
Even with maximum speed,
it took nearly ten minutes to reach the house.
Upon landing in the yard,
the first thing he noticed was the front door had been smashed in,
and several windows were shattered. Moving into the house, LaCroix
found Janette laying on
the floor in the foyer, unconscious, with several bullet holes in her
chest and a little trickle of
blood slowly running off her forehead. In a corner of the foyer,
he saw one body, unmoving.
Another body was lying in the doorway to the library. Both of
them had their throats ripped out.
A third body was lying face down draped through one of the broken windows
where it looked
like someone had thrown him. There was blood leading into the
music room which led to yet
another mangled body.
As he was picking Janette
up off the floor, the two Enforcers landed in the doorway.
Moving into the house, they followed LaCroix as he carried his daughter
upstairs to her room.
Sending David off to retrieve a couple of bottles of blood from the
kitchen, LaCroix laid Janette
on the bed. Wiping her forehead clean, LaCroix growled at Karen,
"You couldn't have warned
me any sooner?"
"We just arrived back in
Oxford when....," Just then Janette took a ragged breath and
opened her eyes. The gold shining in her eyes displayed her need.
David hurried into the room
and handed Janette a bottle, placing the other one on the table by
the bed. After drinking half
the bottle, she lowered it from her mouth and looked at LaCroix.
"I sensed them too late. They
came in shooting their guns. Nicolah killed one of them
almost immediately, but several more
came pouring into the house from all directions. I saw Nicolah
throw one man at the window
when I felt something slam against my head. I don't remember
anything else after that."
"Rest, my dear. I
will deal with this now." LaCroix spoke softly to Janette, but she knew
the fire of his anger was almost consuming him. Closing her eyes,
she rested upon the bed.
Pushing the two Enforcers
out of Janette's room, he rounded on them in a rage. "What do
you know that you're not telling me!" he demanded. He could barely
feel Nicholas. He had to
be very far away or unconscious! They shouldn't be too far away.
If he could get a direction
he would be able to rescue Nicholas and deal with these..... humans!!
Karen and David looked at
each other, then looked at LaCroix. Karen had been warned
about LaCroix's tendencies and she knew he would be going after his
son. Deciding to salvage
something from this assignment, she quickly told LaCroix as they hurried
down the stairs what
they knew about the Germans' plan to spirit Nicholas out of the country.
After telling him
everything she knew, LaCroix was gone. Looking at David, she said,
"Stay here with Janette
and take care of this mess. I'll go after them," then leaped
into the air as well.
LaCroix followed the
road heading east through the countryside of England. The Germans
had about a half an hour head start. He didn't know what
kind of vehicle to look for, only that
they would be ultimately heading for the coast. He could feel
Karen a few minutes behind him.
<Damn that woman!. If she had only told me as soon as they
found out about this abduction
idea, I could have been ready.> He spotted a vehicle up ahead
and pushed faster.
Chapter 6
Nicholas groggily became
aware that he was not in the house. Wincing at the pain, he
touched the back of his head and felt a couple of large bumps wet with
blood. Feeling the
motion of the truck, he tried to remember where he was and what was
going on. He jerked
fully awake as he grasped the fact he was again in a small steel cage.
Memories of his last
confinement caused his anger to surface. Sensing several men
sitting at the back of the truck,
as well as two in the front, he realized he was in trouble. There
was just a few hours left
before dawn. If he was to escape, it would have to be soon.
The sergeant, hearing their
captive moving, turned a flashlight onto the cage. At first, all
he could see was the back of a blond headed man, kneeling in the small
cage. However, with
the light drawing his attention, the 'man' turned giving the sergeant
a good view of his glowing
golden eyes and long white fangs. There was low growling noises
coming from its throat as
well. By this time, all of the men were watching this creature,
not at all sure they wanted to be
in the same truck with it. At a signal from the sergeant,
one of the men walked to the front of
the bed, giving the cage as wide a berth as possible. He pulled
the heavy cloth that was
covering the front of the truck bed aside, and spoke quietly to someone
in the cab. Pulling the
cloth further to the side, Captain Schmitt looked at the creature he
had been sent into England
to retrieve.
Nicholas stared back at
this figure from his nightmares. Seeing this man now and being
caged once again caused Nicholas's beast to totally flow over his reason.
Lunging against the
cage, he tried to reach the soldiers, but the cage was securely chained
down. Raging
incoherently, he beat against the bars and clawed at anyone who got
to close. As several of
the men in the back of the truck drew their captive's attention, Captain
Schmitt picked up a
thick pipe that he had leaning against the seat and slowly threading
it into the cage behind the
creature, brought it down hard on the back of Nicholas's head.
As Nicholas dropped to the
floor unconscious again, the captain nodding, closed the cloth and
turned back to the front.
Following prearranged orders, the sergeant quickly unlocked the cage
and shackled the
prisoner's wrists together with stout wrist cuffs, relocking the cage
when he was through.
LaCroix was flying above
the trees checking the road, when he felt a wash of rage flow
over him. It was so strong, he turned toward Karen growling.
Karen, not sure what to make
of LaCroix's behavior, pulled up and prepared to counter attack.
He was able to separate
himself from the rage still battering him from the link, and looking
at Karen said, "This way, I
feel him!" Following the throbbing link northeast, he hoped his
son's mental state would be
able to survive this reemergence of the raging nature of the vampire.
LaCroix led Karen toward
Ipswich. He could tell he was almost upon them, when the
rage suddenly stopped. <How are they controlling him?!!>
Continuing on in the same
general direction, LaCroix and Karen saw a large covered truck driving
down the road at a
high rate of speed. As they moved closer, both of them began
to feel another vampire near,
along with several humans.
LaCroix motioned Karen toward
the front of the truck as he moved to the rear.
Grabbing the back of the truck, LaCroix ripped the cover away and leaped
into the bed.
Seeing his son in the cage, unconscious, incensed LaCroix. Turning
toward the humans, who
were trapped between the cage and a very enraged vampire, LaCroix started
wading through
these puny mortals exacting revenge. Grabbing the closest soldier,
LaCroix bit viciously into
his neck, draining him in seconds. Dropping the corpse, he reached
for the next man, throwing
him against the cage with such force that his skull cracked with a
sickening wet sound.
Two of the soldiers froze
at the sight of this monster, blood dripping from his fangs and
mouth, as he killed the soldiers in the blink of an eye. One
man scrabbled to get by LaCroix
and jumped out the back of the truck, only to break his neck when he
landed. LaCroix
reached for the next one, practically disemboweling the man before
facing the last soldier
standing.
Meanwhile, Karen was
dealing quite nicely with the two soldiers in the front. After slicing
open the driver's throat with her hands, she opened the door and tossed
him out. As she was
climbing into the truck, she glanced at the passenger and recognized
the man as the central
figure in the recent memories of both Nicholas and the German colonel.
Since she had several
important questions that needed answering, she reached over and knocked
out the shocked
captain, then stopped the truck. She could hear screaming and
vicious growling coming from
the back of the truck. Jumping out of the seat, Karen ran toward
the back of the truck. She
stopped when suddenly, she heard gunfire, then a great roar... The
truck was bouncing from
the fighting going on in the back.
LaCroix faced the
soldier that had fired the gun with his eyes blood red and his fangs
fully exposed. The sergeant froze momentarily when he realized
that the gun wouldn't help him
beat this creature that had appeared out of nowhere. Grappling
with the struggling human,
LaCroix snatched him up and snapped his back like a twig, then moved
to the back of the
truck. Karen watched in surprise as a body suddenly came flying
out the back of the truck to
land in a heap. Within seconds, several more had joined the first
on the road
LaCroix appeared with
a man dangling from his fist by the scruff of the neck. He shook
the man once, then threw him on the pile of dead soldiers. Looking
at Karen, he waved her to
the back, worry evident on his face. "Come, we must get him out
of this cage and be gone.
The sun will be coming up in a little over an hour." After climbing
into the truck, Karen joined
LaCroix in front of the cage. Both grabbed the door and pulled,
ripping it open. Easing his
son out of the cage, he sprang into the air with Nicholas in his arms.
After cleaning up the
bodies and destroying the truck, Karen followed with the captain.
Chapter 7
On the journey back to the
house, LaCroix felt Nicholas moving slightly, trying to become
conscious. Landing near a stand of trees, he shifted Nicholas
in his arms, waiting to see what
his beloved son's reactions would be upon waking. When Nicholas
opened his eyes, LaCroix
observed not the usual blue he was hoping for, but a fiery red staring
back at him. Feeling no
recognition from his son, he was ready when the younger vampire started
to struggle. Using a
mental trigger he had planted in his son's unconscious over 700 years
ago, he sent him back to
sleep again. Gathering Nicholas into a comfortable position in
his arms, LaCroix leapt back
into the air.
Arriving at the house just
before dawn, LaCroix landed on the front steps and quickly
moved into the house. Someone had tried to repair the door and
cover the windows while they
had been gone. The bloody carnage that had covered the foyer
had also been cleaned up.
Moving towards the staircase,
LaCroix heard Karen land behind him. Turning, he noticed
for the first time that she had one of the humans, which she casually
dropped by the front door.
"Why did you bring that with you?!" he asked with heavy contempt.
"They have caused enough
trouble, I would say. Kill it and be done with it!" Turning
away, he headed up the stairs to the
bedroom with Nicholas still quiet in his arms. Janette, still
looking a quite pale, met them at the
top of the stairs, and followed as LaCroix moved into the bedroom.
As he was laying Nicholas
on the bed, Karen walked into the room and moved toward
them, gazing at LaCroix. "With the elimination of those men in
the truck and the possession of
this captain for the Council's examination, I believe this case is
cleaned up. Do you need
anything else from me before I go?"
"No, just go! I have
the needs of my family to see to now!" demanded LaCroix. His
patience with this woman had run out. Dawn was only a few minutes
away. If they delayed
much longer, they would have to stay in the house until nightfall.
"I will contact the Council
later in regards to any problems that might arise."
Karen turned and left the
bedroom. Meeting David at the bottom of the stairs, they
swiftly left, taking the German officer with them.
LaCroix sat down on the
edge of the bed and turned back to Nicholas, dismissing the
Enforcers from his mind. He was concerned what condition would
his son's mind be in after
this run in with the Germans. If he had been pushed too far,
then insanity could be the result.
"How is he?" Janette asked
softly, leaning her head close to LaCroix's. She was fearful;
Nick was so pale and still.
"I don't know. I had
to put him back to sleep to get him here." He turned his head
toward her saying, "They put him back in a cage, Janette! I just
don't know what this will do
to him." Returning his attention to Nicholas, LaCroix's gaze
became hard as he worked on
removing the cuffs that were binding his son's hands together.
After a few minutes of struggle,
he finally managed to break them open. Throwing them roughly
into a corner of the room,
LaCroix began to examine Nicholas for any damage inflicted by his abductors.
After removing his son's
shirt and checking for wounds on his chest, LaCroix leaned
Nicholas up against his shoulder. LaCroix turned toward Janette
and said, "Check his back. I
know he's been injured somewhere; I can smell it." The smell
of his son's blood was
unmistakable.
Janette ran her fingers
across her brother's back. Seeing a large welt on the top of his
shoulders, she started to slowly run her fingers across the back of
his head. Feeling several
lumps, she pulled away slightly, noticing the unique feel of blood
on her fingers. Glancing at the
pillow Nicholas had been laying on, she noticed the smudge of blood
on it. Look at LaCroix,
she quietly said, "It looks like someone has hit him on the back of
the head several times."
Nodding in response, LaCroix
carefully laid Nicholas back down on the bed. "I was
wondering how they were controlling him. Effective, but rough
on the body. The usual
methods of the S.S."
"I think we should try and
deal with some of these memories that have been surfacing
while he's unconscious and easily contained. With the added trauma
of last night, things are
probably going to be worse if we don't do something about it.
Janette, you be ready to hold
him down if it becomes necessary, while I see what I can do with these
memories."
After Janette sat down on
the other side of Nicholas, LaCroix began to apply a little
mental pressure, trying to subdue some of the more intense memories
that were upsetting his
son's life. Nicholas frowned in his sleep and began tossing his
head as his master pushed on
his mind. When LaCroix began pressing on one of the most painful
memories Nicholas,
thinking he was again under German attack, began fighting back.
Struggling hopelessly, he
cried out his denial at the pressure on his mind, his voice breaking
from the torrent of
emotions he was experiencing. Pulling back from Nicholas's mind,
LaCroix realized that it
would take more control than this contact could maintain to accomplish
what was needed.
It was all LaCroix and Janette could do to calm him down.
It was quite some time before
Nick settled back into a fitful sleep.
Leaving the bedroom with
Janette, LaCroix slowly walked down the hall while talking
with Janette. "I'm going to have to try and treat him through
the blood bond. Too much has
happened for a general contact to work."
"Are you sure he is strong
enough to attempt his healing now? I will be unable to assist
you if you do this today, LaCroix. What if you need help with
Nicolah?" Janette replied, her
worry and fatigue lacing through her voice.
"After he has slept a while,
I'll try again. I dare not wait, Janette. Between the trauma
and his hunger, there is no telling what kind of reaction we'll face
if I wait too long. I am his
master, Janette. I know what needs to be done....." He
softened his words by stroking her
cheek. "Why don't you go and rest my dear. There is nothing
you can do for now."
"All right, LaCroix." Janette
conceded, "If you need any help, you will come and get me.....
Be careful." Janette kissed him goodnight and slowly walked
toward her bedroom at the end
of the hall. Turning back toward the stairs, LaCroix headed for
the kitchen. He knew he
needed to feed well before attempting to deal with Nicholas.
Chapter 8
After a couple hours of sleep,
Nicholas began to slowly awaken. Feeling groggy and light
headed, he carefully opened his eyes. Easing up onto his elbows,
he slowly looked around the
darkened room. <This is my room> he thought, frowning.
Looking down at himself, he
noticed the feel of the linen against his skin and realized he was
lying in bed, naked. Raising one
hand to his forehead, Nicholas absent-mindedly wiped at the blood sweat
that was beading
there. "What....?" he whispered as he tried to pull his thoughts
together.
Suddenly, the events of
the last few hours hit him, making him sit up and grab his head in
pain. "Noooo....." Nicholas moaned softly as he shook his head
slightly. Feeling another
vampire near and hearing a soft rustling sound in the room, he jerked
his head up, losing control
as the vampire took over. Golden eyes stared at the spot where
the noise came from, as a
rumbling, low growl began to pour past the white exposed fangs.
LaCroix had been sitting
in a chair in the corner of the room, waiting for Nicholas to regain
consciousness. He stood up at the first sign that his son was
waking up. LaCroix was worried
about the state of his son's mind. <Had the recapture pushed Nicholas
too far?>.
Moving quietly, LaCroix
walked toward the bed until Nicholas, all reason buried under the
fire of the vampire, snarled a warning at him. Slowing his approach
toward the bed, LaCroix
made soothing noises and sent calming thoughts down the link to his
son, trying to pacify his
nervous, bewildered child. Slowing again when he noticed the
muscles tensing on his son,
LaCroix tried to ease up to the bed, only to have Nicholas slide out
the other side, growling
softly. <This is wonderful> LaCroix complained to himself,
<I have to catch him before I can
help him.> Nicholas continued to back away from LaCroix.
He didn't know why, he just
instinctively realized the elder vampire was stronger than he was and
more dangerous.
LaCroix slowly began removing
his clothing as he maneuvered his son into a corner. Still
not sensing any recognition from Nicholas, LaCroix decided to use the
direct approach in
handing his son.
Priming himself for the
coming confrontation, LaCroix let the change wash over him,
looking out of gold colored eyes at the younger vampire crouching in
front of him. Moving
faster than the eye could follow, LaCroix rushed Nicholas, attempting
to bowl him over.
Slipping by, Nicholas moved down the wall-- feeling for a way out of
the room but never
taking his eyes from his opponent. LaCroix followed, trying to
pin his son against the wall, but
only got a handful of blond hair and a bite on the forearm for his
trouble.
Watching Nicholas carefully
glide across the room away from him, LaCroix had an idea
to trap his confused child against the bed, which was where he wanted
him anyway. Sliding a
little to his right, he watched the younger vampire step to his left
and back. Moving a little
more to the right, Nicholas retreated again. <Good, now for
the finish of this little chase>
LaCroix smiled victoriously, thoroughly enjoying the spontaneous hunt.
As Nicholas stepped up to
go around the bed, LaCroix rushed his son, tackling him back
onto the bed. Flailing limbs pushed and clawed at the body on
top of him until LaCroix could
pin his son's arms behind his back. Using his left hand to hold
Nicholas's wrists, LaCroix
leaned back on his left elbow, grinning at the snarling, struggling
body under him. Being careful
not to get within range of his child's bared fangs, the elder vampire
brought his free hand up to
Nicholas's hair and brushed it back out of his son's eyes. Gently
stroking the side of Nicholas's
face, LaCroix had to jerk his hand back as the wild creature under
him tried to bite him again.
Moving his hand down to
Nicholas's chest, LaCroix started slowly stroking the pale skin
under him, while he began to assert his will on the wounded mind. Working
to soothe both
mind and body, LaCroix stroked and patted and whispered to the man
who meant more to
him than he wanted to admit, even to himself. After what seemed
like hours, he felt the body of
his son slowly begin to relax. Testing the link, LaCroix felt
the fire of the vampire melting away,
and the thoughts of his son beginning to come through. Looking
into the handsome pale face,
LaCroix saw Nicholas's blue eyes staring back at him. Reaching
down to wipe away a tear
that was beginning to run from his son's eye, LaCroix released a sigh
of relief and smiled
reassuringly at his child. Slowly he released Nicholas's wrists
and rolled his leg off his son's
body.
"What happened LaCroix?"
Nicholas asked hesitantly.
"You lost your way for a
while, Nicholas. But it's over now." LaCroix replied with a
light smile.
"I don't remember anything
clearly after those men shot Janette. What happened?"
"It doesn't matter now,
everything is taken care of." LaCroix told him, trying to soothe the
worry that appeared in his son's face.
"LaCroix..... I need to
know what happened." Nicholas's worry turned to dread. What
could he have done?
"Nicholas, you did what
you had to while protecting Janette. As far as I can see, you did
nothing wrong." He wanted to try and prevent his child from falling
into a pit of guilt over his
actions during the attack. LaCroix lightly started rubbing his
son's chest again, resuming his
efforts to calm him. He wasn't finished with the repair to Nicholas's
memory. <I also need to
feed Nicholas> LaCroix thought with a slight smile. Of course, he needed
to get Nicholas
distracted away from these questions to do that. Sooo.... a little
romp in the hay might be in
order so to speak.
"LaCroix... ahhh," what
started as a question quickly turned into a moan as LaCroix
moved from rubbing Nicholas's chest to licking and pinching his nipples.
Since he needed to get
his son's lust flowing, LaCroix picked up the pace a little.
While he continued to lick his son's
nipples, he lightly stroked his fingertips down the center of Nicholas's
belly to his groin. Feeling
the limp cock, he began to lay feather touches down each of the younger
vampire's thighs and
back up again. Drawing patterns with his fingers on his child's
skin, LaCroix felt the embers of
lust flaring up as Nicholas began breathing harder.
Picking the semi-soft cock
up off Nicholas's stomach, LaCroix stroked it gently a few
times as he leaned over and kissed the partially opened lips.
Feeling the hesitation in the return
kiss, LaCroix leaned down and tried the kiss again. This time
there was passion behind the kiss,
with his son slipping his tongue between his lips and lightly
brushing against his sire's lips.
Opening his mouth, their tongues met and dove deep into each others'
mouths. Breaking from
the kiss, LaCroix leaned down to lightly kiss along Nicholas's jaw.
Moving down his throat,
while stroking his hand up and down the lean body, drew a deep vocal
groan from his son.
Tilting his head back, Nicholas closed his eyes, dug his fingers into
the linen and lay there
thoroughly engulfed in the feelings LaCroix was drawing out of his
body.
Now that he had Nicholas's
attention, LaCroix wanted to enjoy himself. Leaning down,
he grabbed a quick kiss, then started placing kisses down his son's
chest until he arrived at his
groin. Lying his upper body across Nicholas's waist, LaCroix
directed his attention to the
hardening cock in front of him. Taking it into his mouth, he
slowly stroked up and down the
shaft, changing the rhythm as he applied varying amounts of suction.
Feeling his son squirm
under him, he moved his left arm onto his child's lower chest, holding
him still, and continued
to suck and stroke until he felt the shaft lengthen and harden.
When Nicholas's hand began
lightly stroking his master's back and hip, LaCroix turned
back to kiss that beautiful mouth again. As the kiss became more
demanding, Nicholas threw
his arms around LaCroix's neck, holding them together. After
what seemed like an eternity,
both men broke the embrace, panting heavily. Feeling his son's
sexual need and knowing his
own, LaCroix moved between those nicely muscled thighs, balancing on
one hand while
positioning his cock with the other, and steadily pushed.
As his shaft slid inside
his lustful child, LaCroix leaned down on his elbows and kissed
and licked his way to Nicholas's throat. While he thrust slowly,
he felt his son's arms around
his neck again. LaCroix nibbled around the area under his
lover's ear until the feelings of the
bloodlust overcame him and he bit into the soft throat. As LaCroix
slowly fed, he gently
thrust his hips in time with the mental pushes of his mind, dulling
the memories and the pain
of the last several months. Feeling Nicholas trying to resist
the mental pressure, the elder
vampire bowed his back a little and reached between them, stroking
the swollen gland that
had laid momentarily ignored. With the added stimulation, Nicholas
became swept up into
the bloodlust as well and bit into his master's throat seeking release,
needing the blood. While
both of them were riding the high of ecstasy and the closeness of the
blood between them,
LaCroix continued pressing through the link, trying to soothe the worst
of Nicholas's
memories. As he slowly withdrew from his son's mind, he knew
for the problem to be
corrected it would take several sessions, but for now, it was a start.
With the last of the spasms
from their ejaculations waning, Nicholas dropped his hands
from LaCroix's shoulders to his own chest and smiled faintly.
Laying down next to his son, the
elder vampire kissed him gently on the forehead, then after pulling
up the blankets, wrapped
his Nicholas into a protective embrace. Listening to his son
drift off to sleep, LaCroix knew
that once this crisis was over, their relationship would probably return
to the sparring and
fighting of old, but for now, he was going to enjoy every minute while
it lasted. To have his son
close again, to be needed again, <Ahhhh, it is glorious!!>
Finis