Disclaimer: The characters of the FK crew are not mine. I am really just borrowing them and will return them as good as new when I 'm through with them. They belong to J. Parriot and to B. Cohen and are owned by Sony/Tristar. No copyright infringement was/is intended.


The Auction


LaCroix sat at his bar watching as the customers mingled and danced. Vachon was doing his usual excellent job and the drinks were flowing like water for both *his* kind and mortals. Everything was normal and uneventful just another Friday night and the partying was on. The bartender looked at the door and watched as a small woman pulled the door open and entered. She was maybe 5'2" with high heels on, in her mid-sixties, and had bleached her graying hair blonde. The stares followed her through the room as she in her business suit of gray walked up to the bar. The crowd watched as the music played and a few men jokingly called out to her such things as 'Hey Grandma how about a date, and did she want to party with them.' The elderly lady ignore the levity in the room around her. She set her purse down that looked as if it weighed 20 pounds and would easily fit a cinder block. The bartender looked curiously at her and then inquired her drink order. The lady smiles slightly and adjusted her glasses. "I'm here to inquire the where abouts of a Mr. Lucien LaCroix." The bartender glanced over at LaCroix then back at the lady. "I am Lucien LaCroix, may I be of some assistants to you?" LaCroix said as he looked at this lady. "Have you an office in this....this estabishment." She asked as if she was above the people that socialized there. "Certainly, this way please." LaCroix said as he guided her back to his private office. She looked about his office approvingly, in her mind it must of seemed respectable. Openning her large purse she pulled out some forms and took a sit at his desk. "I'm Ellenor Von Holter of the promotional department of C.E.R.K. radio. I didn't expect you to know that since you never appear at our promotional events." "Ah," LaCroix said as he took his seat opposite to her. "What is this about Miss Von Holter." "Ms," she corrected. "Well, Mr. LaCroix it is about the termination of your contract." "WHAT!!!" LaCroix said in a mix of anger and surprise. He involuntarily stood up. "Sit please," she requested. "Why you can't fire me, I am the voice of 'the nightcrawler', and I have quite a following." LaCroix interjected. "Mr. LaCroix we haven't a choice, you breached your contract with us." "Msssss. Von Holter you are mis..." "'Please don't interrupt me and sit down Mr LaCroix." Ms. Von Holter said as if she was correcting a misbehaving child. LaCroix sat down. "Now Mr LaCroix we have had five promotionals and you didn't attend any of them." "Ms Von Holter, since you are so aware of my contract certainly you have noticed that I have a concession in it that states I will only appear at events that take place in the evening." "Hmm, three events were evening promotions," she said as she looked through her file. "Certainly Miss er Ms Von Holter we can work this out, Ienjoy doing my radio show." LaCroix tried to charm this old creature. "Are you willing to appear at our next promotion, of course it will be an evening event as we will honor our original agreement." She stated point blankly. "I will agree." LaCroix found himself saying. Ms Von Holter smiled, LaCroix thought her face would break in half. "Very good. I'm glad we were able to work this through. Next weekend there is a bachelor auction and according to our records you aren't married so I expect you to be there, and participate." Ms. Von Holter handed LaCroix a copy of an itinerary then collected her file and sealed her purse with a loud snap. She looked at LaCroix as he sat stunned reading the itinerary. "I, or one of my co-workers, will see you at the auction. Good night Mr. LaCroix." "LaCroix was relieved to see he didn't have to promote the event on his show. A small miracle to say the least. 

Natalie just finished her shift and was on her way out of the morgue, as she reach to turn of LaCroix's show the commercial came on. It was a female prerecorded voice that sounded like a late night television commerical inviting men to call women that would talk nasty to them. "~~ Bachelors....ah...Toronto are we going to have fun!!! It's party down and all goes with these fine and eligible gentlemen. Yes ladies its time once again for C.E.R.K. annual bachelor auction and oh have we got some fresh new ones for you to bid on. Mmmmmmmm....it happening next Saturday night at the convention center at 9:00 p.m. be there and enjoy!!! We will have our own, Dj 'Wild' Mike Webber, The Night Crawler,and several others on the block so ladies please go and ENJOY!!!~~" Natalie stopped dead in her tracks, she cried out in shock and laughed hysterially...her sides hurt and she couldn't move she swore she would pee her pants if one more thing, anything happened to stun her. Nick heard the cry as he had just entered the building to come and get her to walk her to her car. Nick raced down to her in vampire speed, looked around to see what had disturbed Natalie and to see if she was in danger. Natalie was in tears and still laughing..."Nick....laugh...giggle, I'm...hehehe...okay." "What..what's happening Nat?" Nick questioned. Natalie giggled and sputter helplessly at him for a moment. "Have you ....hehehe...listened to La...La..hehehe LaCroix...hehehe on the ...." She gave up and pointed to the radio. Nick had listened but LaCroix was his, 'enchanting' self and he had turned it off half way through LaCroix's show. "I heard part of it tonight Nat, but I seldom find anything he says ...funny." Natalie was again laughing uncontrollably, then tried as hard as she could to stifle herself. "It ...it was...hehehe a comm...commercial...after.....hehehe." Natalie wiped her eyes, her face had a lovely pink glow from laughing so much. Nick hugged her and started to walk her down the hall. "Are you going to tell me Nat?" Nick questioned. Natalie kissed Nick on the cheek and got in her car..giggling again, she just waved and drove off. 

LaCroix sat in his booth after hearing the promotional commercial...Outraged would have been an understatement! LaCroix sipped his wine, he was a General, he bought and sold people in his lifetimes, to think he would be handled this way even in jest was more than a little annoying. Enraged to his inter-being he crushed the wine glass in his hand. He thought about his friends in his mortal times at Pompeii and was glad they weren't alive to see this...this humiliation.

Nick drove home and listened but the commercial Nat thought was so funny didn't air again. It was his dinner time and then off to bed. Curiousity, like Christmas celebrated for the hundredth time looses it's flavor over time. Nick summized that he would hear the commercial soon enough. 

Saturday night seven more days until... 

Urs watched as LaCroix entered the bar. She approached him and smiled softly. Vachon stood in the back ground just out of sight watching his fledgling, he has dared her to do it. He jested with her saying she would chicken out, but he made the mistake of betting with her. "Mr LaCroix? I...I need the night off..um...Saturday...? Please." LaCroix looked at the lovely Urs, oh but if he had seen her before that...kid..er Vachon, she would have been a great asset to *his* family. "Saturday is our busiest night of the week, my dear. Being that you are...kindred, I doubt that you are ill. Why do you need it off?" Urs could feel her own father's presence watching from across the room she looked towards him for a moment. Trying hard not to giggle but failing at it. "I..hehehe..plan...on hehehe..going to a...um...hehehe auction." Urs nearly fell over laughing. LaCroix looked at the woman laughing uncontrollably in front of him then to the shadows where Vachon was snickering. His glance could of cut a through solid stone. "Vachon, I am not amused!" LaCroix said as he stepped around Urs and slammed the door to his office behind him. It was going to be a long week...even in vampire terms. 

Natalie checked her schedule, she didn't usually go to these sort of things but this was one event that she wouldn't allow herself to miss. Beg, borrow, or enough steal she would be there. Perhaps she would even video tape it. In the back of her mind she tried to picture the worst possible person to bid on LaCroix she again laughed at the whole situation he was in and was dying to know why he allowed himself to be in such a promotion. "You know if you keep laughing in a morgue like that people are going to start thinking you're insane." Nick said as he entered the room. Natalie smile, "you still don't know do you?" She questioned. Nick studied her and shook his head 'no'. His deep blue eyes inquired of her what was going on but he said nothing. Natalie leaned back in her chair and smile. "C.E.R.K. is having a bachelor auction...and...hehehe...guess...whoooo...hehehe is going...to...be hehehe sold." Natalie was in tears again and Nick caught her as she almost fell out of her chair. "There must be a mistake, LaCroix would most likely host such a thing Natalie but to be sold he would not allow that not even in jest." Nick insisted. "I couldn't of heard it wrong just keep listening and see if you hear the promo then tell me that." Natalie giggled again. Nick liked to see Natalie laughing and full of joy...he thought she is wrong but let her have this for now if it makes her happy. 

The week passed faster than LaCroix had thought it would, he stood back stage with ten other men waiting at the convention center as one of Ms. Von Holter's associates went down the list of dos and don'ts. The star attraction this '*Wild* Mike Webber ' person appeared, he was suppose to be the seasoned pro at this sort of thing, he was bold, crude, and nuaseating. He looked at LaCroix and refered to him as a 'token' virgin that he felt obligated to take under his wing. One of the people in promotions asked everyone to full out a questionaire that was on the back of their itinerary, things such as children, favorite food, and interest. LaCroix wondered what they would of thought if he had answered some of those questions. He was yanked out onto the stage for practice as Mike Webber tried to work with him. "Okay when they start to play the music stick man you got to shake your money maker." LaCroix had enough with this dreadful man and his lewdness. "My dear sir if I am above such appalling behavior. I will walk out here turn around a few times like the itinerary says I have to do. I will permit them to read my questionaire but I will not 'shake my money maker!'" LaCroix stormed off. 

Natalie walked into the convention center she took a seat in the back as this was a show that she wanted to take all in and enjoy. There was a larger crowd there than she thought, so many women on a Saturday night at a bacholar auction. Where are all the good men? The hostess and auctioneer welcomed the guest warmly and explained that the procedes would go to a variety of charities. Then she started the auction introducing three men that were crowd pleasing and enjoyable to watch, some of them danced and teased alittle and intros were peppered with nasty and naughty suggestions. Next came what the audience was waiting for, 'Wild Mike Webber.' He wheeled out his motorcycle on stage jumped off of it and danced wildly, turning, and twisting on stage getting close enough to the women in the front row that they could reach up and touch him. He kissed their hands and with one he licked. Wild Mike screamed like a savage and laughed then the bidding for him began...it was like a fever that hit the whole room. Natalie heard herself shout out "750.00" then bit her lip as someone else out bid her. After 'Wild Mike" was sold the room seemed to pause a moment, then the auctioneer introduced 'the new blood' her words. The tone in the auctioneer's voice changed, "Alright ladies, I know that 'Wild Mike' is just not everyones taste but we have a splinder flavor that I'm sure some of you will enjoy. He's for those of us that enjoy a good story, a poem,...ah...he's bit of a mystery." With that introduction LaCroix walked out on stage standing like a proud General gazing at the women in the crowd. The auctioneer went on with her intro, "mmmmmm, we call him 'The nightcrawler,' wouldn't you want to crawl between the sheets with him?" LaCroix looked stunned. One of the women in the back of the room screamed she wanted to see some skin. "Notices ladies his steel blue eyes, his manners...a most proper man to take home to mother...or just take where he's stands...Wow!!!" The auctioneer cried out. "Now getting down to business with our 'Nightcrawler,' he is quite a catch. He, of course, works for C.E.R.K. radio but he is said to have a quite a nice 'money maker', and by the way he owns the nightclub 'The Raven'." LaCroix had enough of this humiliation...he looked at the auctioneer. "Start the bidding...NOW!!!" The women flipped out shouting out their bids. Natalie caught up in the moment swore she wouldn't lose this 'prize', and shouted out a bid that stunned the room. In the back of Nat's mind she thought, oh well, there goes the down payment on that new car and her vacation fund. The auctioneer shouted sold! Natalie was the proud owner of a 'Nightcrawler'. LaCroix was dazed by so much going on that he didn't know who had purchased him. One of the promotions people approached Natalie and directed her to the reception center to pick up her 'bachelor'. Back stage Ms. Von Holter waited for LaCroix, she smiled. LaCroix approached her and asked, "What now?" She reached up and started to put her arms around his neck. LaCroix jumped back confused and pushed her hands away. Ms Von Holter was holding a collar and a leash. LaCroix protested but then she pointed out that none of the other participants complained and that it was listed on the itinerary that the 'sold' bachelor would have his leash given to his 'owner'. LaCroix was furious!

Natalie maxed out a credit card for him and waited at reception as Ms Von Holter delivered to Natalie, her 'Nightcrawler'. Natalie thanked Ms Von Holter and took LaCroix's leash. "You must find this amusing Natalie." LaCroix said as though he wasn't bothered by this but deep down Natalie knew this man was not bachelor auction material. Natalie just giggled and pulled the collar off of LaCroix, "I imagine that you are tame enough for me to trust you without this." "Thank you Natalie and I bid you a good night." LaCroix turned to leave. "Wait a moment, do you know how much it cost me to win you at this auction?" Natalie questioned. "Not to worry Natalie, I will reimburse you for your expense." LaCroix responded. " I don't want your money LaCroix." LaCroix looked as Natalie startled. "What do you want?" Natalie stepped closer to LaCroix and kissed his cool cheek lightly. "You in a hot tub." Natalie smiled wickedly. LaCroix looked at the itinerary he had and turned it over in his hands to see if there was anything on it about such a request. "I suppose it can be arranged Natalie. Perhaps we should continue this evening at my home." LaCroix took Natalie up the back stairs and entered into his living quarters without going through the bar. He did however run downstairs for a bottle of his private stock and a bottle of pink champagne. Vachon and Urs watched as their employer quickly returned to his living chambers. Natalie was surprised at the fact that LaCroix actually had a hot tub built just off the master bath of his home. She filled it with very warm water and lit candles around it. LaCroix offered her a glass of champagne then kissed her gently on the lips. "Tell me LaCroix..." "Lucien, please Natalie," he corrected. "Tell me Lucien please, did you own people?" "Yes Natalie in Pompeii I aquired a few men, women, and even children. It was a different world and a different time." LaCroix kissed Natalie again holding her against him. She put her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. Gently LaCroix carressed her back and slowly pulled her clothing off of her. In her panties she stepped into the hot tub and laid back in it enjoying the heat as it pulsed around her. LaCroix watched Natalie at near slumber as he disrobed dropping his clothing to the floor. The water was more than just warm to him it was hot and turning his white skin pink he gently pulled Natalie to him kissing her and rubbing her breast squeezing at them he licked and suckle at her breast gingerly hungry for a taste but resisted the tempation for now. Natalie pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply exploring his mouth with her tongue gasping as her tongue was pierced by his fangs...she moaned. LaCroix released her tongue and pulled her closer to her. He found her panties to be in his way and ripped them off of her. Before she could ready herself he grabbed her hard and forced his way into her with two hard thrust. He stood up in the hot tub holding her against him with the second thrust...Natalie screamed. He was larger than any man she had ever known, he seemed too big to take and Natalie nearly passed out by the force of his second thrust. She laid motionless in his arms. LaCroix withdrawn himself from her and wrapped a bath towel around her. He carried her to his bed and dried himself and her. Natalie looked about the room as though she wasn't sure how she had gotten there. LaCroix offered Natalie another drink and kissed her forehead he found her enjoyed the smell of her hair and skin. Gently LaCroix mounted Natalie, thinking back on it Natalie almost felt as though he had treated her like a virgin. He was slow and tender with her, when she would gasp or if he felt a resistants within her, he would kiss her and encourage her. As he enter her fully he moved in and out off her slowly at first...doing all that he could to pleasure...feeling her release and beg for more as he took her to the edge again and again, until she begged for release. Now LaCroix was doing it for himself rocking her hard in his bed forcefully bruising her arms and thighs as he held her ignoring her screams...the vampire grabbed his prey as the man... f*cked her. LaCroix bit Natalie hard on the the shoulder blade then reached for her neck. He swallowed a mouthful then a second and then exploded within her. LaCroix fell heavy onto Natalie and closed his eyes...he listened and hear it faintly at first but there growing strong...Natalie had survived sex with him. 


"How was you day off?" Nick asked as Natalie ate lunch and toyed with a leather collar ..."Um the usual did laundry, went shopping, stopped by the convention center watched some of the auction." Nat said between mouthfuls of her salad. "Anything interesting happen?" He inquired. "Nope just the usual. You were right about LaCroix and bachelor auctions. It was fun to watch anyway." 

LaCroix called Ms Von Holter and requested that she sign him up for any bachelor auction that C.E.R.K. will ever host in the future. He also hoped that Natalie would always attend them.


End


Okay it was far fetched but it was fun to imagine.