Disclaimer: The charcaters of Ferever Knight are not mine. I am just borrowing them and will returned them as good as new when I am through with them. They belong to J.Parriot and B. Cohan and are owned by Sony/Tristar. No copyright enfringement is entended. 



We've only just begun


Natalie walked into the old church and looked around, it was cold and damp but Vachon called and pleaded with her to help him. He wouldn't say what was wrong just rambled quickly on the phone and almost begged her to come at once. Natalie called out for Vachon but he wasn't in the front part of the church where he said he would be. She walked slowly to the alter hearing the old floor squeak and moan under her feet. In the far corner just off the alter she saw a door that was almost completely hidden in the darkened church. 

"Vachon? Vachon are you in there?" Natalie called out she reached and turn the knob. The door squeak open and a heavy over stuffed chair was positioned in the room with it's back to the door. A pale hand reached out and pulled a glass of *wine* off the table from the seated occupant. 

"Natalie is that you?" He said just above a whisper. Natalie walked around the chair to see Vachon seated in the chair. 

"Are you okay? What's going on? Why am I here?" Natalie questioned. Vachon sipped his wine and then picked up the bottle and looked at the date on it. "A remarkable vintage and, mmm a good year, no wonder LaCroix keeps these vintages in his private stock." Natalie looked away as Vachon took another sip. 

"Did you drag me away from work to help hide you out because LaCroix will probably be upset that you raided his wine cooler? If that's the case you made a mistake in thinking I would help you for such a silly reason." 

"Nope this was a gift. The reason you're here is because..." 

"Because your assistance is needed Natalie." LaCroix said as he steped out from a shadowy corner of the room. Natalie jumped frightened for a moment and then stepped to the door. "Oh Natalie, it isn't time for you to leave just yet. Come lets play dress up." LaCroix reached out his hand to Natalie. "I believe there is something in alcove over there that belongs to you, my dear." 

Natalie reached for the door knob twisting it she discovered it was locked. LaCroix clinked the key against Vachon's glass. Natalie stood still and looked at the door then at LaCroix as he held the key in the faintly candle lit room. "Please Natalie, don't make this difficult for either one of us. The sooner you do as I tell you, the sooner I will release you." 

"What do you want?" Natalie said, her voice trembled with anger but she wondered as it escaped her mouth if LaCroix would think it was fear. 

"In the alcove Natalie, there is a dress put it on! Do it, NOW!!" 

"What sick twisted game are you playing with me LaCroix?" Natalie questioned. 

"Perhaps my dear, I should rephrase my request. Get into that dress or I shall place you in it." With that Natalie walked into the alcove she gasp in disbelieve. It was a simple white dress nothing fancy just like her mother's in her parents wedding pictures....no not like it but it was the dress! "Where did you get my mother's dress?" Natalie demanded, her fear and anger mixed had turned to rage..sheer rage! 

"Why Natalie out of the hope chest you got at the foot of your bed. Am I correct that you had planned to wear that particular dress to your own wedding?" Natalie walked out of the shadowy alcove in her mother's dress. Vachon smirked like he has just gotten a eyeful. Natalie hope it was just the alcohol in the wine. 

"You look lovely my dear, but as I saw in the pictures your mother wore flowers in her hair." LaCroix picked up a wreath of a mix of baby's breathe and baby pinkish white roses and placed it in her hair. LaCroix hugged her. Natalie tried to push him away but he just laughed at her attempt to free herself from his arms. LaCroix kissed her gently. 

"Come my dear, we have a wedding to attend." LaCroix said as he twisted the key in the lock. "You're insane if you think I would marry you LaCroix. You can force me into this dress, put flowers in my hair but you can't make me commit my life to you!" Natalie reached up to pull the flowers from her hair but LaCroix stopped her hand and wrapped her arm around his. Vachon did the honors of opening the door. The church was alive with flowers, candles were lit, and Urs was standing by the old pipe organ waiting for Vachon to play the music. Nick stood at the alter waiting for his bride and best man. Natalie swooned but LaCroix caught and held her until she steadied herself. LaCroix lead her down to Nick almost carrying her to him. 

"Nick...oh Nick," was all Natalie could manage. He smiled and his eyes danced. "I love you Natalie, I should have asked you to do this with me along time ago but..." Natalie fail into his arms and kissed him. Tears of joy edged there way out of Natalie's eyes, her heart pounded in excitement, but she was pale with fright at this next step with Nick. Natalie looked to Urs..."Urs would...would you be my maid of honor? Please." Urs nodded and stepped forward. Reverend Travista from the soup kitchen was there to unite them. Nick has arranged for him to do it and generously donated to the poor at the kitchen. The whole wedding party listen to the Reverend and it was a beautiful ceremony. "You may kiss the bride... and God bless this union."The reverend said as he blow into his hand to stay warm but Natalie wasn't cold anymore and she was only wearing her mothers dress. Nick held her for the longest time looking into her eyes...."I love you," he whispered and his kissed her passionately. 

It was snowing outside and had dusted that ground while the wedding had taken place. Nick called the morgue and told Grace that Natalie would be out for the rest of the evening. 

The loft was decorated with flowers and a small wedding cake sat on the dining room table. Nick opened the door of the elevator and swept Natalie into his arms before she could step out of it he carried her into their small reception of Urs, Vachon, and LaCroix waiting for them. Nick tried to drink the pink champagne with Natalie. Natalie walked over to refrigerator and pour Nick a glass of *his* wine. 

She smiled softly at him..."I'll trade you glasses or I may have to drink this myself." Nick looked sad and hurt for a moment. "Nick, I love you. All of you, what you are, and the way you are made you the man I fell in love with. " Natalie said trying to comfort him. Nick hugged her, "I hope you always mean that Nat." 

"I do. I intend to as long as I have you in my life and world, nothing else matters." They kissed forgetting they had guest for a moment then breaking apart...Natalie was blushing at Nick's open display of affection with her. As the evening came to a close Urs and Vachon prepared to leave via the elevator as to not make Nat uncomfortable. Natalie asked them to wait as she pulled Nick away from a semi-private chat with Lacroix. Natalie smiled and looked at the cake. 

"Oh I was afraid you would want to do this tradition," Nick said as he faked a worried look. Urs laughed, Vachon looked ill, and LaCroix looked as if he was about to see Nick eat human food for the first time in 800 hundred years...he folded his arms and stood back to watch. Natalie cut a small piece and held it in her hand and Nick did the same. 

"Nick if this is too much for you we can skip it," Nat said looking at him lovingly. 

"I can do this Nat," Nick reasured her. Natalie gently press the cake to his lips and he took a small bite, chewed and swallowed. His expression was that if a small child being forced to take a nasty tasting medicine. In turn Nick gently offered Nat her piece. It was heavenly, white cake and so sweet. She chewed and swallowed and then Nick kissed her.

Natalie cut the small cake into section and prepared to freeze most of it. Again Nick and LaCroix spoke softly to one another. Natalie walked over to Nick and LaCroix, their conversation stopped the moment she was in ear shot. She looked curiously at Nick. Nick hugged her and asked her to get ready for bed that he would be up shortly. Natalie looked at some of her tee shirts and sweats she had left over at Nick's er their place now, nothing that a woman would want to have her honeymoon night in. 

"I guess this will have to do, "Nat said to herself as she pulled out a oversized tee shirt. Natalie sat on the edge of the bed...nervous about the *wedding* night stuff. She wasn't a kid she knew how things were supposed to go...in theory. Natalie bit her lip and hoped Nick would understand, it was embarrassing, she opped not to tell him she was a virgin. 

Nick was standing at the door..."And I've been told I have long flashbacks," Nick said as he smiled at his new wife. Natalie giggled. "You going to tell me where you were?" Nick asked curiously. "No where Nick just think how wonderful this whole night has been." 

Nick was laughing now..."Yeah, you mean that when you stood in the church thinking LaCroix was somehow going to force you to marry him." Natalie's response was to throw a pillow at Nick. Nick catch the pillow and held it out teasing Natalie until she got up and pulled the pillow out of his hands. He kissed her and rubbed the small of her back slowly he tried to pull the tee shirt off of her. Natalie was unbuttoning Nick shirt and pulled it off of him. Nick toss the tee shirt in the floor, after several attempts to get her out of it he just ripped it off of her. He picked her up and laid her in the bed and undress himself the rest of the way and laid beside her. 

Natalie heart pounded in fear and she looked at this man that loved her enough to marry her and spent a life time with her. She kissed and held him to her. Nick explored Natalie rubbing his hands over her...kissing her, tasting her. She moaned with delight as his fingers lightly tickled her clitoris. Nick kissed her and slowly positioned himself on top of her. Natalie smiled and looked trustingly at Nick. Nick gently pushed his penis a little way inside her...Natalie gasp and she closed her eyes. Her mind screamed but she muted herself...refusing to allow herself to cry out. Nick pushed a little deeper..."Oh...." was Nat's response that and her gasping hard and fast. A tear escaped Natalie's closed eye. Nick stopped...he pulled out of her. He sat staring at her. Nick whispered something softly to himself in french and then her stroked Natalie's hair. Natalie openned her eyes and looked at Nick,confused. Nick leaned forward, careful not to press himself into her. 

"Natalie, why didn't you tell me your a virgin. I don't want to hurt you." Natalie blushed and looked away from Nick. Nick laid to Nat's side he held her and kissed her. Gently with his fingers he carrassed her and she yeilded to them slowly and gently he fingered her until he decided she was ready for him. Nick got back on top of her, he kissed gently and slowly tried again to enter her. He watched her for any discomfort. Nat gasped but held him in place. "Kiss me....please..." she gasped out to him, her voice broke in the request. Nick kissed her deeply his tongue twisted around her own she ignored the pain and he forgot himself in her arms pressing into her hard. Nat broke the kiss and cried out in pain. Then laid sobbing in his arms for a moment but he was slowly moving inside her and the pain...the pain was turning to pleasure. Natalie moaned. Nick looked at his newly deflowered wife..."Are...are you okay, Natalie?" 

Natalie kissed him and nodded. "It...it still hur......ahhhhhhh...............oohhhhhhhhhh Nick!!!" Natalie kissed him as she came hard on him. Natalie felt down there with her hand she looked to see blood glistening in the candle lit room off of her fingers. Nick hungrily licked her fingers clean...moaning with delight at the divine taste of the rarest of all taste 'virgining' blood. He kissed her as the vampire awakened by that sweetest of all taste came out to claim Natalie for himself. Nick's fangs dropped a growl escaped his throat. Natalie saw him closing on her neck she closed her eyes and hoped it would all be okay somehow. Natalie heard a sound she wasn't sure what it was...she looked up in the faint light LaCroix was there his arm against her neck. His *son* drinking from him. Nick came hard within her driving himself ever so deeper into her...Natalie cried out in shock and surprise at Nick's force. 

Nick collapsed on to Natalie moaning. Natalie watched as LaCroix licked his wounded arm, rolled down his sleeve and leaned down. He petted his son. Natalie caught his hand and held it for a moment. "What is a best man for...hmm, my dear. Rest well." LaCroix pulled his hand from Nat and left. Natalie held her sleeping lover and whispered. "Thank you LaCroix...thank you...."


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