Okay here's how it is, I don't own the characters of the FK crew but I am simply borrowing them. They are owned by Sony/ Tristar and were created by J Parriot and B Cohen. No copyright infringement was intended.

Here's To Your Health

By LaChanda

The party was a hit and didn't break up until after 4 a.m. Natalie was busy putting glasses in the dishwasher and Nick was busy with Schanke. Schanke was more than a little tipsy he was flat on his butt drunk and had somehow gotten hold of a bottle of Nick's private stock. Schanke had pour a few glasses for people and Natalie and Nick had to switch out the drinks before anyone noticed. Schanke teasingly presented the bottle to Nick only to pull it back and laugh. Nick talked softly to Schanke trying to coax the bottle out of his hands. With no luck Nick decided to allow his drunk partner to drop the bottle on the floor and then put Schanke to bed on the sofa. Schanke had a different idea he fell back against the elevator door and pulled the bottle to his lips and gulped down a mouthful or two. Natalie looked startled, Nick looked bewildered, Schanke stood straight up and whispered, "uh Nick...I...I'm gonna be sick." Quickly Nick pulled his partner upstairs to the bathroom but it was too far and too late, Schanke puked on the forth and fifth steps then almost slipped in it. "Myra's going kill me." Schanke said as he looked at his tie with vomit clinging to it. Natalie caught herself laughing when she heard Nick say, "She'll have to stand in line." As he pushed Schanke into the bathroom and pulled the door shut.

Natalie pulled a bucket out from under the sink and filled it with hot soapy water and offered to help Nick with Schanke's mess. Always the gentleman, Nick declined and took the pail and sponge and cleaned it up himself. As he finished with the last wipe he determined that through the course of his long long life there was nothing as repulsive a sight, or smell for that matter, of scotch, souvlaki, and bovine mixed and on his walls, stairs, and floor. Nick turned to Natalie and offered the bucket to her and then reconsidered and took the bucket to the sink and washed it out. "You think he's alright up there?" Natalie questioned. Nick listened for a moment and the nodded. "He's okay probably just a little embarrassed." Natalie went about collecting more glasses and dishes from about the room. Nick unloaded the still hot glasses from the dishwasher and put them away, looking up to the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Schanke slowly walked down the stairs holding his still queasy stomach. He looked pale even in comparison to Nick and he tried to steady himself against the wall. "Nick...I'm ...I'm sorry man. I...I'll help you cl...clean up." "It's almost done Schanke. Get your coat, I'll take you home." "Nick, really I...I never got sick on wine like that before, I swear." Natalie pulled Schanke's coat off the dining room chair and help Schanke into it. "Schank, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't mad but we've talk about this later." Nick said firmly as he pulled his queasy partner to the elevator door. Natalie called out after Nick as the door shut, "Nick be careful it's almost 5:30 a.m."

Nat dozed off on the sofa for a bit as she waited for the dishwasher to stop with its final load. Finally with a loud click Nat knew the dishes were done, she stood up and walked over to the machine. Nat felt hungry and realize it was 7:30 a.m. and Nick most likely was spending the morning in the comfort of the trunk of his car. There was plenty of food left over from the party the night before and certainly Nat could find something good to eat for breakfast. She opened the refrigerator door. "Shit!" Nat caught herself saying aloud as she looked at the huge mess a jello mold had made, as it slipped from its plate through the racks in the refrigerator and then to the floor. It was strawberry jello with odd looking fruit throughout it that made even Schanke's mess more appealing, well maybe not. Nat hastily got the bucket from under the sink. So much for waking up in a good mood she thought, she slammed the bucket on to the floor splashing herself with the hot soapy water. Nat got on her hands and knees and scrubbed the jello up getting both wet and sticky. Nat pulled open the vegetable crisper and discovered Nick's secret stash of 'the real thing'. Pissed, Natalie slammed the drawer shut and got up and grabbed her coat. Damn it, that was the last straw. As she reached for the elevator door she stopped and looked at the refrigerator and then toward the studio door beneath the stairs where Nick painted.

"So Nicholas B. Knight you want to sneak a nip or two, I'll teach you a lesson on that." Nat said to herself aloud. Natalie walked to the studio and retrieved a can of turpentine. Nat knew for a human it was poisonous but one time during a visit to Vachon's he had told her how the vampires partied in the 1800's with it and it has an intoxicating effect on them. Natalie took the bottles from there hiding place and poured a few ounces down the drain and then poured the turpentine into them and sealed them with the cork and replaced them in their hideaway. "To your health, Nick. " Nat said as she let herself out.

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Weeks passed and Nat forgot about *doctoring* Nick's stash. The gossip of the office was Schanke and his dancing on Nick's dining room table with his tie around his head. It really didn't happen but it was Nick's way of getting even with Schanke for the vomiting incident. Nick gently implanted the image of Schanke doing the hustle in everyone's mind. A storm was blowing in on the evening winds and the detectives had a stakeout in the sewer system for a killer that would use them as his escape route. It was going to be a long night. Natalie was preparing to go home early afraid she would be snowed in soon. It was a hard night for the vampires as well. Vachon found himself having to answer to Alma at the Raven and Urs wasn't able to leave the old church. LaCroix related the snow to the thoughts of Mount Vesuvius erupting and he went up for a flight to watch the snow fall to earth. It was far worse than LaCroix had thought as he sought shelter for awhile in Nick's loft.

Shaking off the snow from himself, LaCroix walked about the loft looking at Nick's paintings. A twinge of hunger ached within LaCroix and he thought for a moment he would have to subject himself to drink that nauseating bovine mixture of Nicholas'. Slowly he pulled the refrigerator open and reached for a bottle of that nasty stuff but stopped. Nick would certainly have something decent for...guests. LaCroix examined the refrigerator shelves and the inside door and then looked down to the vegetable crisper. Gently he pulled it open, the boy never did know how to enjoy a gift as fine as this. The dark green bottle of that sweet sensuous nectar beckoned to be drunk. He pulled the cork out and sniffed the heady scent that called to him, it was far more inviting then he recalled when he selected it as a gift for his *son*.

He poured the wine into a fine crystal goblet and sipped it. A warm smile rose to his lips as he gripped the bottle and pulled it to his lips draining it. LaCroix laughed and spun around the room for a moment he pull the remaining bottle out of the crisper and nursed on it. LaCroix giggled and sang to himself as he sat back against Nick piano making less than concert performance music. At this point he giggled again and recited crude poetry and then up through the skylight he went.

Natalie screamed as she skidded from the road into a huge snow bank. Her heart pounded in her chest and shaking she got out of the car it was thoroughly stuck. Walking down the street she knew where she was at about a block from the Raven, "Oh well, any port in a storm, "Nat said to herself as she entered the bar. The bar was quiet it seemed most of the mortal that visited there were stuck in their homes or at other parties. Nat pretended not to notice the vampires watching her as she stepped to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. Vachon leaned against the bar beside her. "Hi Dr. Lambert what brings you here?" Nat laughed, "My legs, I got stuck in a snow bank about a block over."

LaCroix pulled the door open shaking it from its jam. He laughed loosing a grip on his bottle, it crashed to the floor. "Ah...at last you're too young to die..." LaCroix say mournfully to the broken bottle on the floor. He fell to his knees and for a moment Nat thought he was actually going to sob but then he saw her. A smile spread around his face, he looked almost warm and kind. In vampiric speed he dashed to her and kissed her like they were old lovers. "Ah...Natalie...my love, you've come to see me shake my money maker." "W...What!!!" Nat said shocked. Vachon snickered and whispered to Natalie. "I think he's ...drunk." LaCroix was over at the jukebox and picking out a song it was loud and nasty sounding as LaCroix jumped straight up onto the bar. Twisting and turning wildly, he danced. Natalie couldn't resist watching, curious to see LaCroix out of control she watched unaware that the other vampires were exiting. A drunk young vampire is a nuisance, a drunk 2000+ year old vampire is a danger to your health no matter who or what you are.

LaCroix pulled his shirt loose from his pants and one by one he popped the buttons then pulled it to pieces and tossed it to the floor. He fell to his knees, leaning back on his heals, arching his back, and gingerly coaxed Natalie to touch his naked belly and chest. He moaned at her touch as she caressed his long ago pierced navel. Captivated she kissed his chest and softly licked his nipples. That was all it took for him as his penis yearned for freedom against the zipper of is trousers. He growled, defying gravity, he stood up on the bar again...dancing to the hot seductive tone he twisted and then slowly ripped the seams to his pants up his thighs. LaCroix moaned with delight as Natalie seemed completely under his spell.

Vachon was on the phone in LaCroix office. "Nick...I don't know how but he's drunk and Nat's here and well you know how we get and what happens." "Hey man, he's your 'father', okay....okay, but you know what I mean. Yeah, I'll try." Vachon hung off the phone and watched from his reasonably safe view then signed and walked out to stand beside Natalie. LaCroix's pants were nothing but rags now shredded into strips of fabric, he was gyrating in front of Natalie as she watched hypnotized by the tip of his uncircumcised penis peeking out at the top of his pants. Nat gasped at each move he made and the woman deep down inside her begged for his touch. It was forbidden she loved Nick but wanted just a *taste* of another kind of love...a forbidden love...LaCroix's love. Reaching up, her fingers brushed against his tense longing organ as Vachon pulled her hand away. "Come on, Nat I'll see if I can get your car freed up." Vachon said as he pulled her to the door.

Angering a drunk 2000 year old vampire is not a wise thing to do. Vachon found himself being thrown over the bar, he thought about staying on the floor and hoping that LaCroix would forget about him but he wasn't so lucky. LaCroix stood over him with a shear rage, his fang dropped, and his eyes glowing without pity for him. Vachon saw a wooden bar stool that LaCroix had pulled the leg off to make a stake. Vachon struggled to move as LaCroix thrust the stake at him just missing him. Natalie was dazed for a moment and grabbed at LaCroix and tried to pull him back away from Vachon. Quickly Vachon scurried out of LaCroix reach and Natalie held LaCroix arm. LaCroix dropped the stake and pulled Natalie into his arms and kissed her. Natalie resisted his kiss at first then as he forced his tongue into her mouth she closed her eyes and submitted to his will. He was so strong...she was afraid to say 'no', she didn't want to say 'no'. Vachon watched helplessly as LaCroix began to make love to Nat. What else could he do, after all LaCroix almost killed him. He wasn't responsible for Nick's 'mortal', if Nick wanted her, he better get here soon and save her himself.

It was another dry run for Nick and Schanke and they both had that sewer smell to them as they walk through the department they were waved off by everyone. Nick booked off and was out the door before anyone could ask for a report on the life of sewer rats, nothing else was going on down there. Schanke 'the table dancer' the ladies called him, was now stuck writing a report about nothing.

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Natalie kissed LaCroix longingly as her hand rubbed over his firm chest. The smell of his aftershave was intoxicating she didn't know why nor could she resist her want or rather her need to touch him, to be with him. Vachon watched helplessly from the far corner of the Raven as LaCroix began to undress Natalie almost in a frenzy of his own hungry desire of her. Haphazardly her clothes were pulled off of her and tossed throughout the Raven. Her black silk panties landed somewhere within a rack of crystal glasses above them. Natalie laughed as she pulled what was left of LaCroix pants off of him.

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Nick took to the sky only to land a short distance from his parked car in the police parking lot. What was said to be a light dusting of snow by the local weather service was now classed as a blizzard. The snow had coated him in his short flight and he knew it would be impossible to get to the Raven from the air. Nick started his caddy and quickly cleared it off. Driving was as hazardous as trying to fly, the roads were now thoroughly iced over despite the road crew and snow removal trucks being out. Nick edged his way towards the Raven. Traffic way a snails pace and cars were sliding all over. Nick suddenly was rammed by a car that seemed to come out of no where, a side street. A young man jumped out of his car and was shouting hysterically as he indicated his young wife was having a baby. Nick looked over to see the young woman holding her very round belly as she cried out in pain.

Natalie gasped as she saw LaCroix standing naked before her. It wasn't his length that frightened her as much as it was his girth. Swallowing back her fears she walked upon to him and kissed him softly then looked at the bar. LaCroix sat on the edge of the bar then pulled her up beside him. He kissed her forcefully then started to lay her back on the bar. "No." Natalie said with a firmness that got his attention and startled her by her own control of her desire for him. "Not like this." Natalie said and then laid LaCroix on his back. Curiously LaCroix allowed her to take control and watched her as she slow kissed down his chest. LaCroix moaned as he watched her and then gasped startled when he realized she had French kissed his navel. He was more than ready for her and pull her to him wanting to kiss her. Slowly Natalie spread her legs over him and prepared herself to take him. Kissing him she slowly took the tip of him inside her, it had been a long time since she had had sex and she was tender. LaCroix moaned as her felt her hot flesh melt around his cool hard penis, that feeling alone made him harder still. Slowly Natalie took him deeper but only halfway, she could go deeper but she was enjoying teasing him and watching him buck up trying to get her to take him all. Gasping LaCroix could no longer endure Natalie's teasing of him and firmly took her hips and forced her down on to him. Natalie cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain and cum hard on him. Then fell weakly on to him. Tears stung her eyes as she realized what she had done and with whom. LaCroix wrapped his arms around her and held her for a while then slowly gently he began to roll his hips beneath her.

LaCroix looked at his lover and gently laid her back on the bar he kissed her and then again mounted her. Natalie whispered softly, "No," but didn't further resist his touch. He was shaking the bar with each of his thrust. The glasses in the racks rattled and the mirror behind the bar shook. Natalie moaned and gasped at the grandeur of the earthquake going on around her and within her. LaCroix growled and moaned and was going as a fevered pitch, his fangs were nothing more than a flash. Natalie cried out as she came hard as his fangs pierced her neck. LaCroix came in his final thrust that Natalie thought would kill her as he impaled her from the inside. Then LaCroix past out drunk. Natalie laid there weak on the bar but alive with a drunk vampire on top of her. Pinned down and unable to move.

Vachon groaned and stepped out of his hiding place, he had been watching the whole time waiting for his chance to try again to get Natalie out of there ...alive. Gently he pulled LaCroix off of her and out of her then walked his drunk boss to his office to lay him down on the sofa. Natalie just laid there too dazed to think clearly. LaCroix stumbled along with Vachon's help and started again reciting crude poetry. It only seemed to be like a moment and to Natalie's surprise it felt as though someone was dressing her. Natalie screamed as she thought for a moment she was falling off the bar and then realized it was Vachon that was dressing her and getting her off the bar. He reached over the bar and pulled open a drawer and got one of Janette's cigarettes and light it then pressed it to Natalie lips. Natalie resisted at first and then took a long deep draw off of it and blow the smoke into the air. "Natalie..."Vachon said firmly, "I want you to listen to me." Natalie looked into Vachon's puppy brown eyes...captivated by them. "Nothing happened here tonight, you just ordered a drink, LaCroix was annoying, and you and I left to get your car." Vachon said as Natalie watched him intensely and the pounding of her own heart drummed in her ears. "Nothing happened," Natalie whispered back as she looked at the bar for her rum and coke. "Where's my drink?" Natalie asked confused. Vachon laughed, "Geez Nat, you're spacing out you drank it and we going to get your car out of the snow bank come on."

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Nick finally turned the corner and saw Natalie sitting in her car and Vachon digging her out of the bank. "Okay Natalie start it, I think your clear." Nick sighed with relief as he got out of the caddy and approach Vachon and Nat. "Nick are you okay? What happened to the caddy?" Natalie asked. "I was hit by a couple going to the hospital to have their baby. I had to call an ambulance for the lady and hypnotize the guy several times to calm down." Nick said as he looked back at his dented caddy. Natalie laughed, "Well, I would of love to trade you places. I got caught in this snow bank, nearly froze to death walking to the Raven and then LaCroix was annoying. I'm just lucky Vachon was there to come back and help me with my car." Vachon couldn't help but snicker at the thought of LaCroix and Nick having sex on the bar then put the thought out of his mind. As the snow continued to fall Natalie decided she was parked well enough and got in to Nick car to go home with him. If she was going to be snowed in somewhere she wanted it to be with him.

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Vachon walked back to the bar. LaCroix was standing at the bar neatly dressed and waiting for Vachon. The mess from the broken bottle had been cleaned up and the door jam fixed. LaCroix sipped his drink and watched as Vachon stepped towards him. "Vachon what happened?" LaCroix questioned. "Well, I...uh...hmm.. Back in the 1800's we partied with turpentine, I don't know how but you seemed drunk and I could only assume you got into some of that stuff somewhere." Vachon answered. "Somewhere indeed." LaCroix said as he lifted he's drink to his lips. "So Vachon, what else happened?" "Nothing...nothing...really." Vachon said shaking his head. "Really Vachon, I don't recall ever decorating the glass racks with black silk panties." LaCroix said as he placed his drink back on the bar. After a moment of silence LaCroix sniffed the panties and summarized that in time he would remember and tucked the panties into his pocket.

End.