"In the Name of the Daughter"
  By Maria Belmonte

Disclaimer: this story is my very first attempt at erotic fiction, so 
please bear with me. Alexa is my own creation and I borrowed LaCroix. 
I'm pretty sure he won't mind. There is male and female sex and some 
violence.ENJOY!


   The sunlight was spreading under the door as LaCroix was locking 
up for the "day". He thought he was alone, but he clearly heard 
footsteps behind him. "May I help you?" he asked without turning 
around. "I was just closing up. If you need shelter, I will provide 
it for you if you give me something in return." LaCroix smiled to 
himself. The figure  moved silently towards him.
   "That might not be necessary. I only want some information. I'm 
looking for Divia." LaCroix approached his visitor at the bar, 
surprised to hear his daughter's name mentioned.
   "What business do you have with my daughter?" He took a bottle 
from the bar and gulped his drink. The visitor looked young, maybe 18 
years old, but her face appeared tired with age.
   "Divia is my master. She brought me across when she first came to 
Toronto. Then she left me alone. Said she had to visit you 
specifically. She never came back after that. I thought that maybe 
you would know where she was." The girl's tone seemed a little 
desparate. Obviously she hadn't heard of Divia's untimely death.
   "Aren't you even going to tell me your name?"
  "Sorry. It's Alexa. I know you are LaCroix. I used to listen to you 
on the radio when I was mortal. I'm a fan of the 'Nightcrawler'." 
Alexa brushed the hair from her face. She must have slept on the 
streets: her clothes were visibly dirty and a little ragged. LaCroix 
could even see traces of blood on the collar of her shirt. She was 
obviously confused and disoriented, only a vampire for a couple of 
days. Her cheeks were flushed pink; at least she knew enough to feed 
herself. He cursed Divia for even bringing anyone else across besides 
him. Who knows if Alexa was the only one? He'd have to take her in 
and pick up where Divia might have left off. He could use the company 
now that Nicholas and Janette were gone.
   "Before we do anything else, you should at least clean your self 
up." LaCroix could feel his paternal instincts kicking in. He led the 
young vampire towards the back of the club where his living quarters 
lay hidden. After pointing towards the linen closet and the bathroom, 
LaCroix left Alexa alone to herself. He really wasn't that interested 
in his visitor. Just clean her up, tell her about Divia, and let her 
to her own instincts. A vampire's life was pretty much self 
explanatory. LaCroix wasn't actually mentor material. He refused to 
take responsibility for his daughter's loose ends.
   LaCroix went behind the bar to search out a bottle of human blood 
and downed half of it's contents before taking a breath. What was he 
going to do with Alexa? He didn't want her around. Not a reminder of 
his daughter, definately not. But the dark little girl with the olive 
skin and ravenous black hair had worked some kind of magic on him. 
Isn't that why he neede blood all of a sudden to suppress a growing 
hunger? She reminded him of Janette. Janette, his love, his daughter 
who became human and betrayed him, who deserted him. Why did his 
children have to toture him so?
   LaCroix laid his head down on the cool surface of the bar not 
being able to ignore his lament. "Thank you for the use of your 
shower. Since I've been brought across, I haven't been able to find a 
home." Her hot breath he could feel against his neck. He didn't want 
to look up at her. Alexa grabbed the bottle next to LaCroix's head 
and finished it off. After her first taste of blood, she couldn't get 
enough of it. She was a ruthless killer in the making. No conscience. 
Insatiable blood lust. That's probably why Divia picked her; Alexa 
was just like her. Mon Dieu, just like her. Female vampires were 
always more ruthless than their male counterparts.
     Alexa bent her face towards LaCRoix's, he looked up at her. She 
looked so innocent; it was probably that innocence she used to 
attract her prey. And it was her mix of evil and innocence that 
attracted LaCroix to this fledgling. Under any other circumstance he 
would have loved her. Wasn't it undiscriminatable evil that he wanted 
in his son,Nicholas? Wasn't it the distinction between vampirism and 
humanity that made anyone a vampire? Made Alexa a vampire? Wasn't 
this what he wanted? But Divia brought her across.
   Now that she lived on the streets,Alexa was leary of everyone, 
human or vampire. It was aforce of habit. Afterall, the last time she 
let her gaurd down, someone made her a vampire. Divia took her 
attention just to ask her way around the city. Divia was only a 
little girl! What harm could a little girl do?
   "I was guilty of those same thoughts, my dear." LaCroix read her 
mind. Alexa forgot that other vampires could do that. Alexa ignored 
his remark. She was exhausted and her patience was wearing thin. 
LaCRoix noticed that Alexa had dressed herself with one of his 
shirts. He didn't say anything.
   "I don't know about you (LaCroix knew Alexa was as tired as he 
was), but I'm ready to lie down for the day. You can have the couch." 
He led her back to his living quarters without looking at her. 
LaCroix could feel an attraction to the little one, but he tried 
really hard to ignore it. "Not now."
     LaCroix went to his room and closed the door behind him. He 
stripped off his clothes and layed his bare back against the bed, 
closing his eyes. In the quiet darkness, he realized that he didn't 
tell Alexa what she wanted to know. Should he tell her about Divia's 
death? But he didn't concern himself with it too much. Alexa had to 
learn that their kind just comes and goes at their own wills. A 
vampire didn't have room to be sentimental towards anyone (Janette 
and Nicholas came to mind again). As usual, when LaCroix closed his 
eyes, his mind would run wild. He could never truly sleep.
    Suddenly he felt a pair of cool hands run the length of his 
chest. Alexa had decided to join him, how amusing. "What were you 
going to tell me?" she inquired, her lips close to his ear. She could 
read his mind, too. She placed a few kisses on his neck and cheek 
before looking into his eyes which were glowing gold from his 
arrousal. 
   "I was going to tell you what happened to Divia, how she met a 
very unfortunate end." Alexa had moved on top of him as he wrapped 
his pale arms around her.
  "But I already know what happened to her." LaCroix could feel 
Alexa's skin against him, her full breasts pressed on his chiseled 
chest, her legs intertwined with his.
  "Then why did you come here?" LaCroix totally lost his apathetic 
facade as he ran his elongated fingers through the little one's thik 
hair. He pulled her head towards him, meeting her lips with his open 
mouth.
  "I told you that I was a fan of yours. I've dreamed of this moment 
for so long." Her words were breathy as LaCroix felt her body melting 
against his. He was so surprised how this girl could open up to a 
complete stranger. At least he was getting something out of this. He 
grunted his approval while he moved on top of her body, demonstrating 
his dominance over her. Alexa complied to all his unvoiced commands, 
reacting to ever one of his movements. He forced her legs apart with 
his own, trying to restrain himself from rushing through their 
copulation. Alexa was so young, so inexperienced. LaCroix took 
pleasure from hearing her moans she tried so hard to muffle but 
couldn't help to let to escape. This was obviously her first time.
   With one hand tracing the inside of her thighs, he used the other 
to hold her head to his lips, to kiss her deeply, forcing her lips 
apart with his tongue, sucking her lips like a sweet, juicy peach. 
Alexa allowed the invasion and moved her mouth to LaCroix's neck, and 
down to his chest.
   "Oh my sweet child," he moaned as he finally entered her, breaking 
her virginal seal, enjoying the rush of the heat. Alexa was lifted 
off of the bed with Lucien's first stroke as she clutched his body 
closer to hers. Her mind soared through the waves of pleasure she 
couldn't even fathom before this moment. Their bodies rocked 
together, Lucien's strokes driving deeper and deeper into Alexa's 
body.
   He moved his mouth to Alexa's neck. LaCroix would penetrate her 
both mortally and immortally. He sank his fangs into her 
jugular-greeted by a hot gush of blood. Alexa moaned from the 
overwhelming sensations of both pleasure and pain. LaCroix even 
moaned from her intoxicating essence.
   With her mouth near to his ear, Alexa took her chance. "It is a 
shame when a father outlives his child." Alexa reached out into the 
darkness to find the stake she hid under the mattress of the bed. She 
moved on top of LaCroix and pushed up off of him. His eyes were 
glowing gold as she plunged the stake in. Remembering from LaCroix's 
memories of Divia, Alexa looked into her lover's eyes. "Make love to 
me, Father," she begged mockingly.
   Suddenly, she felt an intense pain in her breast. Alexa looked 
down at her chest in total shock.LaCroix had staked her! He sat up 
and turned on the lamp next to him as Alexa's body fell back. "You 
are too young and too ignorant to attempt such a dangerous feat. 
Especially with me, my dear." LaCroix sat over her dying body, the 
blood pouring forth from the whole in her chest. She tried to say 
something, but her voice gargled in her throat as the blood came up. 
He leaned over her to lap up the abundant fount of her blood. He 
couldn't stand to waste such a precious liquid.
    Alexa finally fell into final death as LaCroix began to dress 
himself. He had to get rid of her body before the next night. 	t was 
time to move on and he didn't want any lasting ties. He wanted to 
leave as quietly as he came. Nothing was left for him. He had to 
leave. He would disappear into the night.