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Romany Prince Part one
Katrinka
(A forever knight/Pros/Son Of Darkness crossover)
Nick/Miklos

  An invasion had come for one little Eastern European state. It was just a
palace coup, replacing the ruling prince by his younger brother was
nothing extra ordinary in this part of the world. Wallencia had seven
rulers in the past thirty years. The one out of the ordinary thing was
that the ruler who had been deposed called himself Vlad Dracula.
"Where was that damned servant?" Nick asked himself. He was tired, and he
was angry. He had spent the night with LaCroix who was acting as chief
advisor to the new prince who called himself Radu The Hansom. They had
spent the night having what LaCroix called having a little fun.
Fun, that was a laugh. The blood bath that Nick had participated in
during the Turkish invasion had been one thing, but this was different.
AN entire village of four hundred had been impaled simply because there
was a suspicion of them remaining loyal to their former prince.
The servant finally arrived, he came in carrying a tray. The tray had a
urn that was filled with blood on it. The servant was a man-boy of about
twenty. Unlike most other servants, he wore leather pants, his tunic was
of what was once silk. His jet black hair was very long, and covered most
of his face. the servant set the tray on the table, and turned to leave
without being dismissed.
"Stop," Nick commanded. The boy did. "Now turn around and move the hair
from your face."
With a flick of his wrist, the boy pulled the hair out of his eyes. The
boy had porcelain white skin that contrasted dramatically with his dark
hair. He also wore golden hoops. So the boy was a gypsy, not a servant,
but a slave. For some reason, the slaves of this household remained loyal
to the former prince Vlad.
"How long have you belonged to this household?" Nick demanded.
"I was born in this castle," The boy said in perfect French, this shocked
Nick, how did a slave know French?
"What where your duties to your former owner?"
"I was never owned by prince Vlad," There was contempt in the boy's
sapphire eyes. "I am a free man,"
"I know the laws of Wallencia, I know that gypsies are slaves," Nick
informed the boy. "I know there are no free gypsies."
"You know nothing!" The boy spat. "You are an invader, no better then the
Turks!"
"How would you like for Prince Radu to know about your insolence?"
Nick expected to find fear in the boy's eyes, instead he could see only
loathing.
"Go right ahead, tell your precious Radu that Zandor Bodanskya the Romany
hopes that you and all of LaCroix's vampires rot in hell!"
Nick jumped to his feet, he punched the boy in the face.  The boy fell to
the ground, his top lip split, blood poured down the boy's chin. He shook
his head as if to clear it. Then he looked up to Nick, his fangs where
bared Nick damned himself, why couldn't he tell the boy was a vampire?
The boy growled at him. "Be warned, you have hurt the son of Vlad Dracul.
I will extract revenge on you for the deaths of my family"


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"Stay still Bodie, I can't clean you up if you keep moving about." Miklos
told him in Romany. All the slaves used the language, because the
slavemaster, a Turk didn't understand it. Miklos was dressed in rags, he
was simply a kitchen slave, but one time in his life, he had been a prince.
Bodanskya sat on a stool in front of the fireplace. His lip throbbed from
the cut. Finally Miklos finished wiping the blood from his face. Then he
looked down to Bodanskya. He was Moldovian, he shouldn't be a slave,
but he had stayed on to be close to his lover.
"How  do you feel now?" The older man asked.
"My face still hurts," He admitted.
"Well, I think you look better, more like your old self." Miklos went
over to a jug of Blood and poured a large goblet.
"Miklos no!" Bodanskya almost leapt off the stool. "You know what will
happen to us if your caught stealing blood."
"No one cares if I give you blood, your our prince."
The prince looked around. The other slaves nodding in agreement. He was
shocked by their loyalties. He was only the bastard son of Vlad Dracul,
but to these Romanys he was their prince.
He decided to give in gracefully, he reached his hand out. Miklos handed
him the goblet. He drank. The blood felt good going down, he could all
ready feel his lip begin to mend.
Bodanskya stood up, he went over to the wash water and put the goblet in
it. Then he turned to Miklos. "Thank you for your loyalty."
"Your my prince," Miklos said simply.
The prince pulled Miklos to him and kissed him. As they kissed, the slave
master came into the kitchen, and in Arabic screamed. "You two! Get back
to work!"
Miklos bulled away from the prince and went over to where a woman was
chopping vegetables for dinner.
The slave master turned to Bodanskya, there was a sneer written across
his face. "SO your back to thinking your a prince again," The slave
master punched Bodie across the face. He let himself fall to the ground.
He wanted to fight back, to drain the slavemaster dry, but there was the
others to think of, his people. What would happen to them once he was gone?
He got to his feet and walked to Miklos, he picked up a knife and began
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Bodanskya had been a slave before in his life. The first few years of his
life he had been the loved son of Vlad Dracul, then Vlad had died, and
another had taken his place. Bodanskya had been made a slave. He stayed
that way for years, until Vlad Dracula had taken the throne, and
Bodanskya was freed.
Now he was a slave yet again.
If only he had been able to escape when Vlad had fled, but he had gone
back for Miklos, and he was captured in the attempt.
Bodanskya looked at the pot filled with stew. Not that he would get to
eat any, no slaves got gruel and scraps of bread to eat. He looked at
Miklos, he had lost a great deal of weight during his slavery. Miklos
wasn't just his lover, he was his cousin. Unlike Bodanskya, Miklos had
been born of a mixed union between inherited vampire and human. He would
only become a vampire when he died, and the way it was going, he would
die of starvation.
Prince Radu entered the kitchen, followed by his advisor LaCroix. Radu
looked at Bodanskya. "You boy, come here."
The prince did as he was told. He kept his eyes down. trying not to show
sprit. He had long experience in knowing how to behave. Radu grabbed his
chin and forced it up. "Is this the slave that you want?"
"Yes, that is him." LaCroix said in French. "He was acting above his
station."
"He should be taught a lesson, a final lesson," Radu told him.
"What are you going to do with him?"
"Your going to drain every last drop from his body."
"Do you realize who he is?" LaCroix asked. "He's your brother,"
"He's simply my fathers bastard. I command you to kill him now." Radu
ordered.
"I have a better punishment," LaCroix said as if he was enjoying himself
immensely. He was a secondary vampire, they didn't get along too well with
the inherited.
"Tell me what you want to do to him,"
"We'll imprison him, let him starve to death." LaCroix smiled. "His
death will be more drawn out that way. Guard, bring me a crossbow."
A guard handed the blond man a crossbow, two guards grabbed Bodanskya's
arms and held him still. LaCroix aimed the crossbow at Bodie and fired.
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The prince couldn't remember how long he had been in this place. The
days had ran into weeks, and the weeks into months. He should be dead. He
should have died of starvation by this time. Instead he was alive, and he
hungered.
If only he could go hunting, but a wooden arrow shaft embedded in his
shoulder prevented it. His canines were bared all the time now, waiting
for the food that would never come.
The door to his cell opened, a human was shoved in. He smelt heavily of
blood. The sound of the man's heartbeat drowned out all remaining
thoughts in the prince.
The man rushed over to him, he knelt down beside him and touched his
forehead. He talked to the prince, but the pounding of the man's
heartbeat drowned out the man's voice.
The prince was long beyond understanding. All he knew was a human was
here, and he hungered. He grabbed the man by the shoulders, and his
victim came to him willingly.
The reason why didn't matter to him, all that mattered to him was the
hunt. He fed. As Bodanskya absorbed the nourishment, he slowly returned to
normal. He could now remember who he was. But the man that he had
drained was Miklos. Gently, he stroked the hair out of his dead lovers face.
"Oh my love, I'm so sorry, so sorry." He pulled Miklos's body to him and
began to cry.
Through his grief, he could hear laughing. He looked up, LaCroix was
standing in the door of the cell laughing. Bodanskya bared his fangs at
the man. He vowed then and there, that he would take his revenge on LaCroix.

Bodanskya was too angry at LaCroix to notice the fact that his lover was
still breathing.


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Nick was exhausted after a long night of slayings. He had called for wine,
and was waiting impatiently. This time he had Janette with him. There was
a knock at the door.
"Come,"
The servant opened the door and came in, he carried a jar of blood. He sat
the jar down on the table. Then he turned to Nick. He looked like the
son of the man that LaCroix had thrown to the slave that was in the
dungeon. He had hard gray eyes. "Why did you have me sent to be killed?"
Janette gasped and sagged against Nick's chair. Nick looked up to her.
"What is it mon chere?
"I did not send you to your death, I sent your no good father Miklos to
his death." Janette said firmly.
"I am Miklos," The boy said simply.
"That is impossible."
"It is not impossible,"
"Explain then, how you never died." Janette said. "Also explain why your
so young looking."
"It's simple, I'm an inherited vampire."
."If you are an inherited vampire, why couldn't we detect you?" Nick asked.
"Do you know how easy it is for my kind to pass as human among your kind?"
He said with a smile. "We do it all the time."
Janette went to the servant, her teeth where already bared. Suddenly the
servant was at Nick's side. Even with Nick's vampire senses, he didn't
see him move. The servant's hand went around Nick's throat and in the
voice said. "I have the blood of Dracula within me,"
"What do you want with us?" There was fear in Janette's voice.
"I come to you to ask you to help me rescue my prince."
"The Dracula family left this castle," Nick said firmly.
"Everyone that your master and Radu didn't kill you mean," The Servant
pointed out. "Prince Zandor came back for me, and was enslaved."
"Would you like for us to have the prince released?"
"My prince is in the castles dungeons, the slave you struck weeks ago. The
slave you told LaCroix to punish."
"He really was a prince?" Nick asked. "I thought he was lying."
"He is the acknowledge son of Vlad Dracul," The servant moved away from Nick.
"I know the two of you are good, of all of LaCroix's people, the two of
you have not relished in the massacres. You two could change LaCroix's
mind."
"It wouldn't hurt to look at the prince,"
"Nickala...." Janette growled.
"I said Janette, it wouldn't hurt to look at him,"
"He must prove his loyalty to us," Janette asked.
"I am loyal to only my prince," The Servant said.
"What about us, you could cast us aside when your prince is rescued."
Janette told Miklos. "You would tell LaCroix that we helped you."
"I wouldn't do that,"
"Prove it, do something that would make me know your loyal to me,"
"What would you like me to do your lady?" Miklos asked her.
Janette got a predatory smirk on her face. "You will pleasure me in any
way I choose. If you are human, you will die, if your really a vampire,
you'll survive. Nick will watch."
Micklos went over to Janette, and kissed her savagely "I am yours to do
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Bodanskya was still overwhelmed with grief about the death of his lover.
He knew that Miklos was an inherited, but even a inherited couldn't
overcome having his blood drained. Miklos had been the only one that he
had really loved, the only one that Bodanskya could have ever dreamed of
letting him share his life with.
Now he was gone, and Bodanskya wished he was dead too.
Two people entered the cell, they were definitely secondary vampires. The woman-a vampire was carrying a torch, she
brought it close to Bodanskya's face. Fearing the flames, he covered his
face.
"Let me see your face," The man ordered.
He moved his hands and looked up to the couple. The woman looked at him
with cold eyes, she was dressed in a dress made of the finest silk. The
dress had once belonged to his sister Oxana, a vampire that had been
killed by Radu. The man on the other hand was dressed in the black
uniform of the ruling prince, his light hair was pulled back in a tail.
"My god, he's still alive!" The man gasped, he knelt down beside
Bodanskya and touched his face. "How old are you?"
"Thirty one, no thirty two I think," He croaked.
"You must have turned quite young,"
"I was fifteen when I went through the change," He was barely able to get
the words out. The grief was beginning to overcome everything.
"Your hurt," The man said.
Bodanskya moved away from the man, his hand covered the wound.
"Let me see it, I won't hurt you."
"Just like you didn't hurt me before?" the boy countered.
"We never agreed to help him," The woman reminded the man.
"He isn't the terrible enemy that Radu and LaCroix described."

"That isn't for us to decide,"
"I won't let him die, there have been too many deaths since Radu came
into power."
"His brother committed just as many atrocities as we have,"

"I spied here before the invasion," The man told her. "The country was
peaceful, a woman could walk alone at night without being attacked. The
hungry were fed. There was no murder, and no crime. The Radu and LaCroix
came"

"Palace coups happen all the time, especially in this part of the world."
"Tell me Janette, how have we spent out nights? By hypnotizing diplomats
into believing that what has happened in Vlad's reign, and by
impaling entire villages?

Their only human, humans die,"

"This must stop,"
"I won't help you," The woman vowed.

"Will you tell LaCroix?"
There was a long pause, then the woman said. "No, I won't tell LaCroix,"
The woman left. The man turned back to Bodanskya. "I'm going to get you
out of here your highness, I want to get you to a safe place, somewhere
were we can make plans."
"There is no safe place in the castle,"
"There is one, a servant showed it to me, one where the guards will never
find us."
The prince thought for a moment, yes, this man worked for LaCroix, but
perhaps he could get him out of here. "All right, show me."
"What is your name"
"I am called Zandor Bodanskya Dracula,"
"I am called Nicklas,"
Bodanskya finally realized what Nick had done. "Your the one that helped
my family escape."
"Yes, I am." Nick said. "Why didn't you go with them?"
"I promised Miklos that I would come back for him." The prince looked up
to Miklos who smiled down to him. "Why didn't you leave with Vlad?"
"LaCroix's my master. If I ran, he would find me."
"Your helping us now," Bodanskya pointed out.
"I don't get a choice,"
"Everyone gets a choice,"
"I choose mine," Nick said firmly. "I am sick of blood shed, LaCroix and
Radu are murdering Christians simply because they stayed loyal to Vlad."
The pain from the arrow in Bodanskya's leg welled up, and he found
himself screaming. Miklos stroked his hair, the then looked up to Nick.
"We can go no where with the Prince in this condition,"
"We'll have to take the arrow out," Nick said. He took out his knife. "Do
you trust me enough to take the arrow your highness?"
Bodanskya looked up to Miklos, asking telepathically if this man could be
trusted. Miklos nodded. "You can take the arrow out,"
"I won't lie to you, this will hurt."
"I know, do it."
Miklos knelt on the floor, and cradled Bodanskya's head in his arms. The
prince put his arm around his lover. Nick took the knife, slit open the
prince's pants, then dug the arrow out. Bodanskya held tightly to his
lover. The pain was incredible, and he passed out from it.





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"I'm surprised that you would agree to let us hide here," Miklos told 
Nick. He sipped at the blood that he had smuggled in to the hiding place.
Bodanskya was lying on the bench, he had passed out after the arrow had 
been removed.
Nick looked around the small underground chapel. Miklos had been right, 
no vampire in their right mind would look here for them. He was repelled 
by this place, but he couldn't let Miklos know that. "This place isn't so 
bad, that is if I don't touch anything,"
"Your a brave man, most secondary vampires hate churches, why is that so?"
"We are repelled by the crosses,"
Miklos walked over to the cross, he ran his finger across it. "There is 
nothing wrong with this cross,"
"How can you touch those?" Nick asked. "Why don't your fingers get burnt?"
"Why should they?"
"We are evil, we are children of the dark, vampires"
"We are not evil," Miklos said firmly. "If we are not evil, why should 
religious things harm us?"
"All vampires are evil," 
"If vampires are evil, why would you help my prince?"
"I'm not sure," Nick admitted. "I just know it would be wrong if you died,"
"We need to get out of this place," Miklos said. "We can't stay forever 
in this church,"
"LaCroix has ordered me to take tribute to the King of Hungry, you could 
come with me,"
"If we went through Moldova, we would be safe,"
"Why Moldova?"
"My father's the ruling prince, he would give us sanctuary"
"I have been instructed to have two assassins as my guards, and as you 
know, their veiled"
How would you get the costumes?"
"Don't worry about that, I know I can get them,"
Miklos loosened the collar of his shirt, he walked over to Nick. "I think 
it's time to thank you personally for helping my prince,"
"You can thank me once we're freed,"
Miklos ran his hand across Nick's shoulder, "My prince will be awake, and 
there will be no time, now is the time."
Nick was tempted, Miklos since he had crossed over was very attractive, 
"What would your prince say if he found out we where together?"
"Bodanskya and I have an understanding," Miklos smiled. "Besides, he will 
order me to thank you once he had woken. Your a very attractive man, I've 
wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,"
"Since you've changed, I've wanted you too," Nick admitted. He pulled 
Miklos to him. Miklos kissed him with a intensity that Nick found 
surprising, his teeth where already grown, and that made Nick's teeth 
grow. As they kissed, Miklos stripped his clothes off. 
"I'll let you take me Nick," Miklos whispered in Nick's mind. "I owe it to 
my prince," Miklos eased Nick onto the floor, he knelt down in front of 
him, prostrating himself. 
Nick quickly unfastened his pants, he knelt down behind Miklos and 
entered him. Miklos wasn't tight, which met that he had been with men 
before. Right now, that didn't matter to Nick, only the pleasure did, and 
at the point of orgasm, he bit Miklos.. 

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The escape plan worked, Nick, Miklos and the prince where able to escape from Wallencia to the relative safety of Moldova. Nick knew that he wouldn't be safe for very long in Moldova, LaCroix would come hunting for him. So during one night, he left, not telling his friends good-bye. 



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