Subject: Forever Knight story (again) Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 08:26:59 EST From: Trekkinn To: Ravensaerie@Lantabooks.com Dearest Diane, I had some time trying to convert my story to text. I had two immortals help me. Unfortunately, even the undead have trouble with modern technology. I so look forward to seeing my story out there for all to see. I hope it worked this time. Let me know. Eternally yours, gail Andrea \/ \/ --------------------------------------------------------------------- Though Lovers Be Lost By: gail Andrea \/ \/ And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When the bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot Though they go mad they shall be sane; Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas Nick's drive home from work was uneventful, although it had been a long night, and his mind was beginning to wander. The summer weather was hot and humid, having little effect on Nicholas, but it had a disturbing effect on the local human population. Their main goal seemed to be to end their short mortal lives even sooner than usual. He had investigated six homicides this week, two this evening alone. There had been a shooting at a local bar, and two of the patrons had managed to blow each other's brains out. The smell of fresh blood at the scene had caused his mouth to water. The cow blood kept him alive, but only human blood could satisfy his heart-wrenching hunger. Any distasteful concoction Natalie cooked up to help stop the cravings had been useless. He simply used his own formidable self control to keep the beast at bay. Natalie of course, noticed his obvious discomfort at the bloody scene, but managed to keep any comments she might have to herself. Nick was grateful for her silence. Now it was two hours before dawn, as he drove lazily through the quiet streets. He could still smell and almost taste the blood through the thick night air, which seemed to have penetrated his very soul. He was tired....a little too relaxed in fact, and without realizing it, he had accidently let down the mental guard that had for years kept his master... his father, from feeling his thoughts... his moods... his needs ...and his mind wandered back to the beginning, to the night LaCroix had taken him. The dark beauty that was Janette, seduced him, made love to him, and eventually had brought him to LaCroix. Janette had spoken often of her handsome knight to her master, and LaCroix had assumed that Nick was merely another plaything for his daughter's amusement, to be devoured and discarded when she was bored with him, like all the others before him. For months she begged LaCroix to bring her sweet knight across, and although LaCroix had never seen this knight... this mortal obsession that seemed to have completely taken over his daughter's mind, he relented, more to stop her continuous begging, which he found more annoying with each passing night, than for any other reason that made sense. That night nearly eight centuries ago was hot like this one, the night that brought all the mortal boundaries Nicholas had ever known to its knees. Janette had told her Nicholas very little about LaCroix, but she had promised him that LaCroix held the key to an everlasting life filled with unending nights of passion. How could he resist such a possibility, even if he didn't believe a word of it. He would do anything, go anywhere she asked. Even step through the gates of hell if she asked him to follow. LaCroix was waiting for them... waiting to see the unsuspecting mortal being drawn into his lair. He was nearly giddy with anticipation of the fear he would instill in this pathetic mortal, although from LaCroix's cool exterior, he seemed completely cast in stone, unemotional and at ease with the sport that lay ahead. It was only a few hours before dawn when Janette appeared at LaCroix's home, a castle of stone, rich in detail, all the walls and windows heavily draped in blood red velvet. LaCroix had prepared the room, a large high bed of marble, covered in thick down quilts and large velvet pillows. Nothing was too good for his as yet unborn son. LaCroix could feel his daughter approaching, and she gracefully entered the room, her face a mask of mystery. But where was her young knight? Did his fear of the unknown overpower his desire? Nicholas was slow to approach, his training for the Crusades had taught him to enter every new situation slowly and with care. As Nicholas cautiously entered the room, the candlelight cast a glow upon the loose golden curls that draped lazily over his sensuous and seductive countenance. LaCroix was stunned, and in another second his mouth would have dropped down to his knees, but he caught himself in time to save his pride. Nicholas stopped just inside the doorway, unmoving and not quite sure what to do next. LaCroix's icy blue eyes were transfixed on the warmer blue eyes of the young man that stood before him....Janette watched the scene with a slight feeling of apprehension, and more than a twinge of excitement at what was about to happen. The two men gazed at each other for a few more unbearable moments...Nicholas noted the height of the older man, the full red mouth, strong confident stance, and above all, the unblemished palor of his skin. Nicholas felt a slight shudder run through him, and LaCroix felt its vibration. This was going to be interesting. Janette introduced the two men, noting how LaCroix's eyes were riveted to Nicholas' sensuous form, and how he gently placed his arm around the younger man's waist. She'd expected a bit more resistance from her master, but perhaps he wanted to please his daughter and give her young man a chance to fit into their unusual family. Actually, it took all of LaCroix's control to keep himself from ravaging Nicholas right there where he stood. The full, wide mouth was driving LaCroix insane, and the thought of running his large hands through the blonde curls was almost too much to bear. But LaCroix had lived for centuries, and maintaining control in every situation had become part of his being. He gently guided Nicholas to the bed that had been prepared for him, and explained as calmly as he could, what would take place. Janette reasured her lover with a warm smile and a gentle kiss on his lips. She stepped well away from the two men now, against the wall behind her master, giving him room to maneuver into position. Nicholas began to relax on the warm down and soft pillows as Lucien LaCroix approached his left side. A radiant warmth was generated by Nicholas, and LaCroix could smell the incredible sweetness of his blood. He was heading for sensual overload, and he hadn't even touched the young man yet. LaCroix pushed one small soft curl off of Nicholas' forehead, and although unable to truly understand the feelings surging through him, Nicholas began to feel the power of the man standing over him, and more than that, he felt a driving need to touch him. He'd never been attracted to a man before, but this was somehow... different. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and LaCroix could hear and feel it. Nicholas suddenly let go, giving himself over to the heat...the power...the love that overwhelmed his senses. LaCroix could wait no longer. He placed his right hand firmly under the back of Nicholas' neck, tilting his head back, revealing the soft, sweet skin on the right side of his throat The blood was pulsing wildly at this most sensitive point, and using every last bit of control he could muster, LaCroix finally spoke four words.. "Do you want this?" "Yes." His eyes blazed gold, and his fangs had grown to sharp points. Nicholas held his breath, and in one swift move LaCroix used his large left hand to hold Nicholas' trembling hands down over his head, sinking his fangs deep into the raging heat that was about to become his son. There are no words that can properly convey the ecstasy that passed between them that night. Everything that was Nicholas was given freely to his new master, and Nicholas experienced centuries of intense passion and desire that was LaCroix. But more than anything else, it was the incredible excruciating love that raged between them, plunging them both into an intense orgasm that threatened any last hope of LaCroix releasing his son before taking too much. It was Janette who stepped in, pulling LaCroix's head up, releasing his aching fangs from Nicholas' neck. She said nothing. There was nothing to be said as LaCroix tried to regain enough composure to open his own wrist and feed his hungry newborn son. Only this....As Nicholas drank the lifegiving blood from his father, the same passion rose again, and Janette watched in utter disbelief as blood tears fell from her master's unearthly eyes. Nicholas nearly drove into a tree before snapping out the reverie he was in. He slammed on the brakes of his old Cadillac, stopping the car about a foot up on the deserted sidewalk. He was actually sweating slightly, a mixture of salt and blood drops, and he was in a rather excited state with a mild erection, a golden hue overtaking the blue in his eyes, and his fangs had begun to drop. LaCroix was closing the Raven up for the night, or perhaps for the day. It was four AM, and only a few of the younger vampires were still hanging around. With a sharp look from LaCroix the last of the young ones left, except for Vachon. He was talking LaCroix's ear off about the state of the local vampire family. They weren't watching out for each other like the old days...that feeling of family was being lost with the younger generation of vampire....on and on. What an incredible bore he could be. If LaCroix hadn't been sitting down at that particular moment, he would have fallen down. Because as Nicholas' mental guard dropped, all the memories and emotion filling his son spilled directly into him like a tidal wave. Vachon just stared, afraid to make a sound. LaCroix simply said "leave." And rather than having his neck twisted off by the old master, he got up and left. LaCroix sat in a state of complete rapture. He tapped easily into his son's open mind, and relived the most glorious moment of his immensely long life. He sensed Nicholas' relaxed state, and knew his son had accidently dropped his defenses. The memory of the love and intense passion overwhelmed him, as it had that night so long ago, and his own sadness at what had been lost since then added a bittersweet taste to this otherwise blissful moment. Perhaps it was finally time...perhaps the circle would close, and Nicholas was finally ready to come home. In an instant the connection was severed, and he knew Nicholas had once again put the wall between them back in place..the wall that separated him from the son he loved so deeply, and an eternity of peace and fulfillment they both desperately desired. Nick gathered his wits about him and began the rest of his short ride home, but he couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change. The cow's blood, the awful drinks Natalie kept pouring into him, her insistense that he try to eat food, all of it was beginning to take its toll on his heart and mind. He knew Natalie cared deeply for him, but he was losing interest in her as well. And now the greatest sting of all...he was sure LaCroix had experienced the uncontrolled state of rapture he had just experienced. He could see his old master now, sneering at his son's loss of control, ready to stab at him with every barb and critical remark he could muster. Nick felt a sense of loss and sadness, and he sank into one of his more favorite recent pastimes.....regret. As Nick parked in front of his building he knew LaCroix was waiting. He could sense his master's presence, and every muscle in his perfect body tensed. He was hungry, tired, and ill prepared for any major confrontation LaCroix might have in store. He walked into the lift and LaCroix stepped in behind him carrying a large supply of what LaCroix would call "his best vintage." No words were exchanged between them as the lift doors opened and they stepped out. Nicholas went straight to the refrigerator, pulled a bottle off the shelf, ripped the cork out with his teeth, and was a fraction of a second away from drinking the noxious cow's blood. Before he could take a sip, LaCroix gently took it from him and replaced it with one of his own. With a warmth Nicholas hadn't seen on his master's face for years, he simply said "drink mon cher. It's time to end the struggle ...our struggle. Come back to me my son." Nicholas hesitated, but the sincere concern on LaCroix's face was all he needed. He drank the sweet blood, absorbing the lifeforce ...the very soul of the artist whose veins the blood once gave life to. He finished the bottle, and his master handed him another. He drank that one down before closing his eyes for an instant, a shudder of unbelievable relief flooding through him. LaCroix felt the vibration of relief that passed through his own son, and he smiled. Nicholas let the empty bottle fall into LaCroix's hands. He put the bottle aside, never taking his eyes off his son. LaCroix gently moved his right hand up his son's left arm then crossed in front of Nicholas, taking his son gently into an embrace. He could feel his beloved offspring holding back and simply waited for his son to show a sign of interest. The blood was fiercely driving through Nicholas as his last shred of resistance dropped away. An almost inaudible whimper escaped his full needy lips as he fell into the embrace. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Lacroix's waist, and LaCroix moved his large cool hands up over his son's arms, sliding his hands gently to the pulsating neck he so wanted to taste. Instead of stopping there, his hands continued up, and he held Nicholas' face in his hands, running his thumbs over the wide sensuous mouth that begged to be kissed. "Again I ask you, as I asked you centuries ago. Do you want this?" "Yes, oh....Yes." LaCroix wrapped Nicholas in a strong passionate embrace, crushing his son against him, his left hand cupping the back of his son's head. Nicholas was beyond help as his father bit gently into the flesh of his swollen desperate lips, tasting the ecstasy that was Nicholas. Nicholas opened his mouth letting LaCroix probe deeply with his tongue, and he moaned with pleasure as his loving master drove his own tongue against Nick's fully extended canines, allowing his son to drink his master's burning desire. Both men were far beyond anything mortal now as their eyes blazed gold, and their canines ached for more.. In an instant LaCroix flew them both to the loft above, planting Nicholas firmly on the large bed. How had they lived for so long without each other? And how could anything of this Earth have driven them so far apart? Nicholas was panting desperately as laCroix pulled his son's clothes off, ripping the shirt to shreds. Nicholas was in full sexual heat, pulling LaCroix down, his erection pushing against LaCroix's thigh. LaCroix wasted no time as he removed his own clothing with vampire speed, his own huge steel erection begging to plunge deep inside his loving creation's tight, muscular, smooth ass that was begging to be taken. Everything was moving too fast, and Lucien forced himself to slow things down just enough to allow them both to enjoy every achingly joyous moment that would follow. "Easy mon coeur...I won't make you wait. I want you in every way possible...an eternity of passion that you were once promised." Nicholas was lying beneath his stronger, larger master...pulling LaCroix to him, Nicholas begged for mercy. Too many years of denial had made him desperate for the touch of the only one who could quench the fire burning inside him. He wrapped his well muscled legs around LaCroix, lifting himself slightly to allow easy penetration. The burning tip of LaCroix's penis brushed against the tight opening teasing his son with every gentle feathery stroke. LaCroix buried his tongue inside his offsprings delectable mouth, sucking on Nicholas' tongue, driving his son wild. They slid their tongues along each other's razor sharp canines, drawing sweet nectar, and tasted a universe of pleasure. "Please LaCroix, I need you inside me. I need the cold hard steel thrusting inside me NOW!" That was it...LaCroix drove into Nicholas with one smooth stroke, evoking a well deserved scream from Nicholas. A sweet blood tear dropped to Nicholas' cheek as he shivered with pleasure. Each thrust sent him closer to that place beyond reason. LaCroix had no mercy. He steadied himself on the bed with his left hand, raising himself slightly above Nicholas. He reached under with his right hand, grabbing his son's throbbing penis, matching each stoke of his own steel with the stroke of his hand. "Tell me mon fils...tell me my son...tell me what I want to hear." "LaCroix! PLEASE" Nicholas begged...."Say the words my only one." Nicholas was all burning desire as he whispered delectably into LaCroix's ear..."I need you....love you... father...I love you." LaCroix reared back, as Nicholas instictively tilted his head to the right, exposing the tender left side of his neck,and his master came down with a force driven by madness, burying his fangs into the sweet meat between the shoulder and the neck. Then Nicholas drove his aching fangs deep into the left side of his father's neck, and as they were both about to climax in trembling passion they drank hungrily, tasting the edge of an ecstacy that was about to envelop them. The orgasm ripped through them straight to their core, and as they held firm with their fangs, they shared wave after wave of "the little death,"...an orgasm so intense it actually rippled through the now sleeping vampire community...causing them to stir in their immortal beds, unaware of the important change it would bring to all of them...a sense of closeness being reborn between all of them... For you see....Vachon had been right in his observations. Unknown to any of them, the loss of faith between Lucien and Nicholas had caused an almost silent rift rippling through the entire community. The rediscovery...or should I say...new discovery of a deeper love, an immortal love between the two lovers, brought them all back from the slow death of their intense vampire spirit. As the orgasm ran its course the two lovers relaxed their grip and gently released their fangs, licking each other's wounds to heal them in an instant. Nicholas opened his glowing eyes to see his father gently weeping salty blood tears. Only once before had he seen his master cry, and now as it was then so long ago, they were tears of unending...immortal love that tasted sweeter than honey. And they slept in each others arms, their hearts slowly beating to the same rhythm. Their everlasting lives would be filled with nights of unending passion. An ancient promise had been made...and kept. A New Beginning