Primus: Forever Bitten

By: Cheryl Pillsbury

Fknight1228@yahoo.com

10/24/2003

 

 

        As the sun sets in the horizon, and the candles lit up the room, LaCroix was resting by the fireplace drinking his wine.  A woman from the other room strolled in only wearing a white gown.  She carried a silver tray with two wine glasses rested upon it.  Carefully knelt down at his side and handed him a glass.  They carefully touched glasses and took a sip upon the silent toast to each other.  They smiled and LaCroix placed his glass down, and lightly touched her soft cheek.

        “My dearest Retha.” He whispered.

        “Lucien, please take me.  I can not bare a life without you.” She pleaded.

        “I do care for you.” He mumbled.

        “As I, PLEASE.” She begged him with a tear gently rolling down her cheek.

        “Retha;” he started.

        Retha gently reached over and caressed his pale face and passionately kissed his dry lips.  They warmly kissed and held each other upon the fur rug.  His eyes gazed upon her soft blue eyes and quickly closed his.  Then suddenly, his eyes were a bright green and as he snarled his fangs shined from the glow of the fire and he carefully inserted them into her slender neck.  He slowly fed upon her essence, and then suddenly, without warning, a woman entered the room and saw him.  She grabbed a torch and lit from the fireplace and touched his back with the flame.  He flew to the other side and she saw his demon face.

        “Saints be praised.  What are you?” she uttered, “You’ve killed my mother.” She added.

        “No.  We’re to live forever.” He explained.

        “As what, a demon like you.” She implied.

        “No.  I care for her.” He expressed.

        “No.  You’ve killed my mother.” She said angrily.

        She gazed upon her mother’s lifeless body and then to LaCroix.  She cried and began to set the house on fire.  Burning her mother and LaCroix inside.  She quickly ran out into the woods to watch it burn.  As she stood there, she saw something fly out the side window and it disappeared.  She knew she had failed and sworn to avenge her mother’s death.

        As we quietly return to the present and observe the Raven, it appeared to be very still.  No smoke, no music, and no dancing.  The sun slowly sat in the sky and LaCroix walked around and prepared the Raven for business as usual, or so he thought.  A sudden urge filled his senses and scanned the room.  Fear haunted his nerves and a slight noise was heard from the backroom.

        “Rita.” LaCroix called out.

        No answer, so he placed the towels and glasses down upon the bar and cautiously strolled into the backroom.  LaCroix’s eyes were filled with shock and stared off into the distance.  He walked slowly in and before him was a painting, a portrait of Retha with two holes in her throat with dripping blood.  He slowly raised his hand upward and touched the blood with his fingertip and then licked it.  He sensed it was some one he knew, Rita.

        As he backed away, he heard a slight sinister laugh and ran into the middle of the dance floor and looked all around him.  But, no one in sight.  He walked over to the bar and picked up the phone and dialed the one person that could help him.

        “I need to see you.” He requested.

        He then quickly hung up the phone.  People or vampires started to enter and fill the club, but he kept them away from the backroom.  Suddenly, Nick slowly strolled in with his hands in his pockets and reluctantly approached him.

        “Thank you for coming.” LaCroix said quietly.

        “What is it?” he asked.

        “Follow me.” He asked.

        LaCroix led Nick into the backroom and turned the light on.  When he did, it shined upon the painting and the blood had dried.  He was shocked and carefully moved closer.

        “Care to enlighten me.” Nick inquired.

        “I have an answer, but my bar maid is missing.” He replied.

        “No idea.” Nick suggested.

        “None.” LaCroix answered.

        “I’ll have to call the Lab.” He said.

        “I’ll clear the club for a while.” He said.

        LaCroix left Nick alone with the painting.  He reached for his cell phone and called the crew in.  LaCroix returned from the dance floor.

        “They will be here shortly.” Nick implied.

        “I see.” LaCroix responded in return.

        “Who was she?” Nick asked.

        “Retha.  She was a love interest of mine.  From the past.” He answered.

        “What happened?” he questioned.

        “Long story.” He suggested.

        Before Nick could question him further, a voice was heard echoing throughout the club.

        “Knight!” Schanke yelled.

        Nick left LaCroix to greet Schanke with Natalie closely behind him.

        “Hey.  Jack, guard the door, no one else in or out.  Tony, hang here.  Follow me.” Nick ordered politely.

        They followed Nick into the backroom and saw LaCroix standing by the painting and their faces also displayed shock.

        “Whose the lady?” Schanke asked.

        “It doesn’t matter.  Someone broke in and put it here and the bar maid is missing.  Nat, check and see if that’s real blood.  Schanke, carefully have it removed and send it to the Lab.  LaCroix, let’s talk.” Nick suggested.

        He and Nick exited the backroom and sat at the bar.  Nick pulled out his notebook with a pen.

        “Tell me about the bar maid.” Nick requested.

        “Rita Brand, twenty-six years old.  Brown hair, green eyes, and about five-foot-eight, and one hundred and twenty five pounds.” He briefed Nick.

        “Thanks.  Retha?” Nick implied.

        “Just a love interest from the past that died there.  Leave it there.” LaCroix hinted.

        He gave Nick the back off look and don’t ask further.  As Nick finished writing everything down, Nat and Schanke joined them at the bar.

        “Okay, nothing was disturbed, but I did find this.” He said handing it to Nick.

        Nick took the coin and gently rolled around and held it in the palm of his hand.  He placed under LaCroix’s eyes for him to observe it.

        “A coin.” He whispered.

        “A very old one.” He implied.

        “The blood on the painting was real.  I can only assume, if Rita is missing, she’s either hurt or worse.” Nat stated.

        “Great.” Nick sighed.

        “Let’s roll.” Schanke suggested.

        “I’ll be out in a minute.” He requested.

        “You’re car.” Schanke said firmly.

        “Sure.” Nick answered.

        They quietly left the Raven with Nick by LaCroix’s side.

        “Anything else I should know.” Nick implied.

        “Not sure.” He sighed.

        Nick carefully observed his surroundings and looked to LaCroix, very quietly.

        “Is it possible, we’re dealing with a;” he hinted.

        “Anything is possible.” LaCroix responded.

        “I guess.  Stay in touch.” He sighed.

        “No problem.” He answered.

        Nick slowly left LaCroix behind and joined Schanke outside in his car.  Jack and Tony returned to the station, and Natalie left for her Lab.  Nick strolled over to his side of the car and stepped in.  He played with keys and placed the right one into the ignition and started the engine.  He noticed Schanke, oddly, was very quiet.

        “Hey.” He said.

        “He’s a strange dude.” He committed.

        “Dude?” he inquired.

        “Yeah.  Why would anyone break in and leave a painting with dripping blood on it?” he asked slightly.

        “That’s our job.” He said with a slight grin.

        “Funny guy.  Let’s go, I’m hungry.  Somewhere fast.” He suggested.

        “Okay.” Nick agreed.

        As they drove away, we’re drawn to an old warehouse downtown.  A homeless man was trying to break down the door, but failed.  So he found an open window and climbed in.  As he fell to the floor and stood to see where he was, the view was so horrible, he screamed and jumped back through the window and found a phone.

        As Schanke finished the last bite of his food, a voice came across the radio to tell them they were needed at the warehouse.  Nick turned the lights and the siren on and drove as fast as he could there.  He parked the car along the curb and they climbed out.  Nick saw Jack with the homeless man and they entered the building to witness the horror.

        They saw the body lying on the floor in a pool of blood.  A small fire off to the side and two wine glasses by her right hand.  All she had on was a white robe.  Natalie slowly approached the body as the cameraman finished taking the pictures.  Schanke made a few notes and Nick followed Natalie around.  Natalie placed gloves on her hands and turned the head around.  She saw two holes and pointed them out to Nick.  She moved a little further down and came to the robe.  She lifted the robe up and no clothes.  Moved to the other side, nothing.  Natalie gave Nick some gloves to put on and she lifted the body onto its side and underneath was completely covered in blood.

        “Oh God.” She sighed.

        “What is it?” Nick asked.

        “It looks like the wound is in her back.  All blood here.” she answered.

        She waved in two men.  The two medics came in with the gurney.

        “We’ll need a bag guys.” Nat suggested.

        One medic left to get the body bag as she suggested.  Nick quietly pulled Natalie aside.

        “Any guesses?” he implied.

        “Well, she definitely bled to death from the wound.  As for the holes, you’ll have to wait till I get her to the Lab.” Nat said nervously.

        “I’ll bring LaCroix to identify her.” Nick requested.

        “Use the back door.” She hinted to him to be safe.

        “Got it.  See you there.” He said quietly.

        Nick tilted his head and gave her a quick kiss on her head.  Then he went and met up with Schanke outside.

        “You okay?” he asked.

        “Yeah.  I think so.  Think it’s that Rita girl?” he asked.

        “Maybe.  I’m going to pick him up to identify the body.” Nick planned.

        “Okay.  I’m heading home.  I’m beat.” He said tiredly.

        “Night Schanke.” Nick said.

        Nick slowly strolled to his car and climbed in.  He drove to the Raven and parked along the curb.  He stepped out and locked the doors.  He strolled through the door and spotted LaCroix by the bar, very quiet.  He stepped up to him and lightly touched his arm.  LaCroix glanced his eyes into his direction and then back to his wine glass.

        “We found a body.  It might be Rita.  I need you to come with me to identify her body.” Nick explained.

        “How?” LaCroix asked.

        “She was found in an old warehouse, in a white robe, covered in blood on her back.” Nick briefed him.

        LaCroix slumped over to Nick’s side and displayed the look of horror.

        “Candles, wine and a fire.” He mumbled.

        “How did you know?” Nick asked amazed by his words.

        “A hunch.” He responded.

        “LaCroix;” Nick started.

        “Let’s go.  Time is short.” He suggested.

        LaCroix placed the glass gently down and they left through the backroom to the backdoor.  Looked all around and swooped upward to the Forensics building.  They landed at the back door, unnoticed.  Nick led the way in and Nat was waiting for them by the slab where her body was covered with a white sheet.  Nick nodded to Natalie to reveal her face.  She pulled the sheet back and LaCroix looked down.  He squinted his eyes and then sighed.  He glanced over to Nick.

        “It’s her.” He responded.

        “Are you sure?” he asked once again.

        “Yes.  How did she die?” he asked.

        “The results are not all in yet, but she had a stab wound to the heart from the back and this.” Natalie explained.

        She carefully rolled her head and showed the bite mark to LaCroix.

        “Oh my.” He sighed.

        “Someone you know?” Nick hinted for an answer.

        “I’ll look into it.” He expressed.

        LaCroix swiftly left the Lab and flew back to the Raven for his rest.

        “Should I worry?” she asked Nick.

        “I don’t know.  He knows more than he’s telling.” He said concerned.

        “When the rest comes in, I’ll call you.” She said.

        “Okay.” He replied.

        Nick gave her a slight grin as he left the Lab and also flew back to his car at the Raven.  He then stepped into his car and started the engine.  He carefully drove home to rest as well.  As Nick slept, Schanke decided to return to the warehouse and poke around.  He bumped into the homeless man.  He carefully walked up to him and gently touched his arm.  He jumped a hundred feet in fear.

        “NO, no, no, leave me alone.” He shouted.

        “It’s okay.  Chill.  I’m a cop.  No one’s gonna hurt you.  What’s your name?” he asked.

        “Robar.” He replied.

        “Robar, okay.  I’m Don.  Did you see anything that night?” Schanke asked calmly.

        “Not sure.” Robar answered nervously.

        He slowly leaned up against a wall with a hand out to Schanke.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and handed it to him.  He quickly examined it and jammed it into his shirt pocket.

        “It better be worth it.” He sighed.

        “All I saw was a woman dressed in black with a cape and a hood carry a bag into the building.” He explained.

        “And;” Schanke started.

        “I followed her and she laid the bag down.  But when I saw a body, I ran.” He said terrified.

        “Great.” He replied.

        “But she did say some thing before she opened the bag.” Robar added.

        “What did she say?” he inquired.

        “Retha.” He quoted.

        “What?” he questioned.

        “Retha.  That’s it, I swear.” He answered.

        “Okay, thanks.  Find another alley, this one is bad.” He suggested.

        “Okay.” He answered.

        As Schanke left the warehouse, we drift off to Nick’s home where Natalie had just arrived.

        “What did you find?” Nick inquired.

        “Well, outside of the obvious, she died from her stab wound, not the bite.” She bluntly answered him.

        “What?” he said confused.

        “Here’s the twist.  It wasn’t a real bite.  It’s deep enough to do the trick, but I think it was for show.  The stab wound was made by an old iron rod.” Nat briefed him.

        “Was she missing any blood?” Nick asked.

        “Hard to tell.  She really bled a lot from the stab wound.” She replied.

        “Anything else?” he questioned further.

        Before Natalie could answer the question, his phone rang.  He let the machine pick it up.  Natalie just stood and listened.

        “Nick Knight, you know what to do.  Beep.” Said the answering machine.

        “Yeah, its me.  Our witness said he saw a woman carry the body in and the only word she said was, Retha.  Don’t be late, chow.” Schanke stated.

        “Whose Retha?” Nat asked.

        “I’m not sure.  Maybe LaCroix knows.” He suggested.

        “Great.  His long past.” She said sarcastically.

        “Yeah.  I’ve got one stop to make.  If Schanke asks, a hunch.” He told her.

        “Okay.  See you later.” She said with a slight smile.

        “Always.” He replied.

        They both left and went there separate ways.  Nick made his way to the Raven to confront LaCroix.  He parked his car along the curb out front.  He stepped out of the car and locked the doors.  He strolled through the front door and into the club.  Where he saw LaCroix pacing the floor like a nervous father to be.  He carefully approached him and lightly touched his shoulder to draw his attention.  LaCroix jumped slightly from his touch.

        “What’s wrong?” Nick asked.

        “Leslie is late.” He bluntly answered.

        “Tell me.” He implied.

        “Leslie Hulse’, twenty-one, brown hair, brown eyes, and about one hundred twenty pounds, and about five-foot-nine.” He described to Nick.

        “How late?” Nick asked.

        “Four hours.” He answered.

        “Does the name Retha mean anything to you?” he asked.

        “I don’t recall.” He sighed slightly.

        “That’s what the killer said when she killed Rita.” He told him.

        “No.” LaCroix whispered.

        “The woman in the portrait, is that Retha?” Nick asked eagerly.

        “Nicholas, don’t.” he suggested strongly.

        Before Nick could argue with him, a woman screamed from the backroom.  They quickly ran to the sound and by their eyes, the horror was unspeakable.  In the far corner was a head of a very dead body, covered in blood and maggots.  The odor was unbreathable.  Nick pulled out his hanky and LaCroix looked away.  Nick pulled out his cell phone and dialed up Schanke and had asked him to grab Natalie.  Then he hung up the phone and put it back into his pocket.

        “LaCroix, whose Retha?” he insisted knowing.

        “NO!” LaCroix snarled at him.

        “Look, I have two dead bodies because of the Retha and it has your name written all over it.” He demanded of him.

        “I can’t.” he replied.

        As Nick was about to answer, he turned his head to the door to see his friends and the Lab walking in.  Then he turned his head and LaCroix disappeared.

        “What’s up?” Schanke asked.

        “Follow me.  Cover your noses.” He suggested.

        They cautiously followed him into the backroom and saw the head.  The photographer took a few shots then left.

        “That’s real gross.” He said.

        “Okay guys, get it down, but very carefully.” Natalie ordered trying to hold it together.

        The Lab boys helped Nat bring the head down and placed it on a sheet of plastic.  Natalie very carefully examined the head, collects a sample of the blood and the rest and made notes in her book.  Schanke examined the room, and made his footnotes as well.

        “Well?” he hinted.

        “Not much to work with.  Her head was severed, and two holes on her throat.  Take it to the Lab guys.” She responded.

        “This case is a personal vendetta against LaCroix.  He won’t talk.” He answered angrily.

        “I hate to bring this up, but if her head is here, where’s the body?” she questioned.

        “I don’t know.  I’ll have to make him talk.” He said.

        “That could be very dangerous.” She replied.

        Suddenly, his cell phone rang from his pocket. He reached in and pulled it out.

        “Knight.  Got it.” He answered and placed the phone back into his pocket.

        Before he could tell Nat, Schanke came out to him with what he had found.

        “I found this behind the head.” He said.

        “What’s that?” he asked.

        “A gold charm with a white lily painted on it.  And two letters written on the back.  R.L.” he briefed him.

        Nick hesitated for the moment and thought of one name that would fit.

        “Retha.” He whispered.

        “Okay.  And the L?” he implied.

        “Don’t know, yet.  That was Lisa.  They found the body.  In the alley at thirty-two, and fifty-third street.  Nat and I will head over there.  Follow when you’re done here.” Nick ordered politely.

        “Cool.” He answered.

        Natalie and Nick left the Raven and ran for his car.  They climbed in and he drove quickly to the address they had.  He parked along the curb and they climbed out.  He locked the doors and escorted Natalie down the alley.  As they approached the body, they saw three candles burning, and two wine glasses with red wine at her side.  She was also dressed in a white robe.  Her hands are folded and holding a white lily with a tint of pink out lining the pedals.  Natalie knelt down and placed gloves on her hands.  She carefully lifted the body, no blood, and no wound.

        “Well?” he asked.

        “No wound or blood.” She answered.

        Suddenly, they heard the sirens, and saw some men quickly approaching them.  Natalie saw the lab boys and the gurney.

        “Okay guys, take her to the Lab and we’ll see if she matches the head.” She ordered quietly.

        “Can you get a ride to the Lab?” Nick asked quietly.

        “Yeah.  Why?” she inquired.

        “I have someone to see.” He briefed her.

        “Be careful.” She whispered.

        Nick quickly climbed back into his car and drove home.  In hopes that LaCroix would be waiting for him, so they can talk.  He parked the car in his spot and then climbed out.  He locked the doors and rode up to his place.  As the door closed automatically behind him, a sudden urge came across his senses.  He closely scanned the entire room and saw LaCroix by the staircase.  Nick noticed his hand was covered in blood.

        “What happened?” he asked.

        “On my way back to the Raven, I was shot.  I need some assistance, it had garlic on it.” He explained quietly.

        He grabbed his cell phone and quickly dialed up Natalie.

        “Nat, I need you here, and bring your bag.” Nick said as he hung up the phone.

        Nick strolled over to LaCroix and helped him to the couch.  He removed the jacket and ripped the sleeve of his shirt off.  Just then, Natalie walked in and saw who the patient was.  Not exactly thrilled, but Nick called for her.  She strolled over to the couch and sat on the coffee table to help LaCroix with his wound.

        “Whose Retha?” Nick insisted.

        “I can’t.” he replied.

        “Nat, wait.” He said strongly.

        “Nick.” She sighed.

        “Nicholas.” He said in slight discomfort.

        “Retha.” He repeated the name.

        “All right.” He said.

        “Go ahead.” He asked politely.

        As LaCroix explained who Retha was, Natalie continued to fix the wound, and pulled out the bullet.

        “Was she a jolted lover?” he implied.

        “My love, yes.  Jolted, no.  Retha had asked to be brought across.  Just before I could, her daughter stopped me and Retha died while we fought.  Retha was someone I cared deeply for.” He expressed his heart to him.

        “She’s out for revenge.” He said thinking out loud.

        “Looks that way.” He answered.

        “Great.” Nick sighed.

        “Done.” Nat implied.

        “Thank you.” He replied in return.

        “No problem.” She responded.

        “Daughter’s name?” he asked.

        “Laura.” He answered.

        “Is she a;” he inquired.

        “A vampire.  Yes.” He answered.

        “By you?” he questioned.

        “No.” he answered.

        “Why Rita and Leslie?” he asked.

        They were dressed like her on the night she died.” He explained.

        “I need to go back to the Lab.” He planned to do.

        “Thanks Nat.  I’ll be there later.” He expressed to her.

        “Okay.  I’ll check this out as well.” She said quietly.

        “I owe you.” Nick whispered.

        “Big time.” She implied.

        “All right.” He said.

        Natalie left the loft, and Nick focused his attention on LaCroix and Laura.

        “Anyone else missing?” he asked.

        “Not that I’m aware of.” He answered.

        “Let’s try and end this before someone else is killed.” He implied.

        “Do try.  I’ll be at the Raven.” He said with a slight sigh.

        As Nick stepped away, LaCroix swooped away to the Raven.  Nick quickly left his place and made his way down to the car.  He climbed in and started the engine.  He quickly drove to the Forensics Lab.  He parked the car and ran up the stairs to her Lab where Nat was working on the body and the head was on a separate tray.  He quietly approached her and lightly touched her hand.  She turned the tape off and removed the headpiece and her gloves.

        “How’s LaCroix?” she asked.

        “Fine, angry, but fine.  What you got?” he asked in return.

        “Okay.  This is her body.  She died from decapitation, obviously.  And again, the bite for show.  This one has a new twist.” She briefed him.

        “That is.” He sighed.

        “The pellet I took from his arm and the metal traces I found all around the neck area are identical.” She explained quietly.

        “What?” he asked very puzzled.

        “The pellet did have garlic on it, but its forged iron with black powder residue.  The wound when the head was removed, also had forged iron and black powder residue.” She replied proudly.

        “Back then, the weapons were forged over fires from iron.” He gave a little history story.

        “Did he talk more when I left?” she implied.

        “Her name is Laura and she’s taking revenge for her mother’s death.” Nick expressed to her.

        “Is she a;” she hinted to him.

        “Yes.” He whispered.

        “Great.  Now what?” she questioned.

        “Working on it.” He sighed.

        Before they continue their conversation, Schanke peeked his head in and cleared his throat.

        “Hey buddy, let’s roll.” He suggested.

        “What’s up?” he inquired.

        “Body three.” He said with a long sigh.

        “Damn.” He mumbled.

        “This one’s in the alley behind the Raven.” He told him.

        “Let’s go.  Nat.” he suggested.

        “Let’s go.” She agreed.

        They quickly left the Lab and they headed for the alley by the Raven.  He parked the car along the curb and they climbed out.  He locked the doors and led the way to the alley.  As they strolled down the alley, they observed the body.  Again, candles lit and two wine glasses by her side.  She’s dressed in a white robe.  Natalie approached the body and placed her gloves on.  She tilted the head and found two holes and lifted the body slightly and no blood.  Nick noticed her hands and reached over with his hanky and removed the ring from her finger.

        “LaCroix’s ring.” He mumbled.

        “Where is he?” she asked.

        Nick quietly stood up and disappeared from the scene. He cautiously went inside of the Raven, no sense of him being there, or nearby.  He then returned to Natalie outside whose just finishing up.

        “Laura has him.” He whispered.

        “Where?” she asked quietly.

        “I don’t know.” He answered.

        “Put that away.” She suggested.

        “Thanks.  Let’s finish up.” He said quickly.

        As they slowly finish the loose ends, we move across the land to an old warehouse where LaCroix was bolted to a wall.  Garlic all around him and a gold cross-painted on the floor at his feet.  LaCroix weakened by the scent of garlic, slowly woke up and saw his surroundings.  He looked all around and was repelled.  Suddenly, from the far left corner, Laura appeared wearing a white robe with a white lily trimmed with pink in her hair.  Her eyes were neon green and her fangs shined from the surrounded candlelight.  LaCroix just glared at her and his anger began to build.

        “Lucien.” Laura echoed his name.

        “Release me.” LaCroix demanded.

        “Not possible.  You killed my mother.” She bluntly explained.

        “I loved your mother.” He said.

        “Love, you’re not capable of love.” She said with a sinister laugh.

        “She was my world.  I wanted her in mine.” He expressed his words angrily.

        “As what, a demon.  She didn’t deserve that.” She yelled.

        “This will not bring her back.” He tried to tell her.

        “No.  But you will suffer for what you did.” She told him calmly.

        “You don’t want to do this.” He replied.

        “Oh, but I do.” She said laughing.

        She strolled up to him keeping her eyes on his.  Pulled a knife from behind her back and slowly rolled it under his nose.  He suddenly felt ill, garlic and holy water was burned into the knife.  She grinned and smiled at him with a very devilish look and a gleam in her vampire eyes, she lowered her hand downward and carefully lifted up his hand and with a quick jerk of her hand, she slit his wrist.  The blood slowly drained from his veins and his body.  LaCroix snarled from the pain.

        “Oh, and a darling.  You won’t heal as quick as the garlic and holy water travel in and around the wound your ice cold blood.” Laura explained sweetly.

        “You have dishonored your mother.” He mumbled.

        “Oh well.” She replied.

        Suddenly, LaCroix felt the warm sensation of the garlic and holy water invade his body.  He grew weak and became weaker as the time flew by. 

        “Farewell my dear Lucien.” She said with a kiss upon his brow.

        She quickly left LaCroix dying on the floor and flew to Nick’s home.  She floated overhead observing him through the sky window.  Nick had just finished reading a file and tossed it upon the couch.  Suddenly, an overwhelming urge filled his senses and he looked all around him.  Laura fell through the window and tossed Nick clear across the room with one blow.  Nick rolled to his feet and wiped the blood from his lip.  She gave him an evil look and snarled deeply to him.

        “Laura.” Nick said.

        “Lucien had mentioned me.” She replied.

        “Yes.” He answered.

        “Delightful.  However, he did not mention you.” She said disappointed.

        “Where is he?” Nick asked directly.

        “Dying.” She bluntly explained.

        “What?” he said in shock.

        “Dying to join mother.” She expressed with a slight laugh.

        “Tell me.” Nick demanded.

        His heart pumped slowly trying to get Laura to expose LaCroix’s whereabouts.

        “I’m much too old and wise for that.  Farewell Nicholas.  My sympathies to you for your loss.” She expressed to him.

        “Where’s LaCroix?” he yelled loudly.

        “Remember the past.  You’re answer you will find.” She hinted to him.

        Laura quickly swooped upward and disappeared from sight into the midnight sky.  Nick ran to the center of the room, but before he could take to flight, Natalie strolled in from the front door.  She was in shock of the mess in his place.  Natalie walked over to Nick and grabbed a hold of his arm and his head turned towards her and he saw her terrified eyes.  Natalie took notice in the slight wound over his eyebrow.

        “Come, sit down.” She pleaded.

Nick stumbled closely behind her and he went and sat down on the couch.  Natalie strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a towel.  She turned the faucet on and dampened a towel.  Turned the water off and returned to Nick on the couch.  She very carefully touched the wound and gently cleaned it up for him.

        “What happened?” she asked.

        “Ow.  Laura was here.  She has LaCroix.” He answered quickly.

        “Is he?” she hesitated to ask.

        “She wants him to suffer and die slowly.” He mumbled.

        “Why you?” she asked nervously.

        “Challenge to find him, I guess.” He replied.

        “The wounds not bad.” She explained to him.

        “It’ll heal quick.” He responded.

        “I’m sure.” She answered with a slight grin.

        “Well, she’s a vampire, new in town, and needs a safe place to hide.  She also knew where to find him.” Nat said thinking out loud.

        Nick quickly rose from the couch and Nat stood at his side.

        “The Raven.  Let’s go.” He said.

        They quickly ran for the door and they rode down to his car.  He stood by the driver side and handed the keys to Natalie.

        “Here, meet me there.” He replied.

        “But Nick.” She responded.

        “Please.” He begged.

        Nick reached over and gave her a quick peck on her forehead and took to flight to the Raven while Natalie drove his car there.  Nick landed at the back door unnoticed.  He broke the lock on the door and ran inside and searched all over for him and Laura.  He calmly stood there and let his vampire senses take over.  He ran into the backroom and over to the cellar door.  He carefully opened the door with a slight creek.  He slowly walked down the steps one by one.  As he descended, he could smell blood in the air and it got warmer as he went lower into the basement.  As he stepped off the last step, it was as though he had traveled back in time.  In front of him, a fireplace with a fire roaring from it, and the warmth of the fire filled the room.  A fur rug lying on the floor with a silver bucket and a bottle of wine placed inside.  Along side of it was two wine glasses with a deep red wine in them.  Suddenly, from the far corner, Laura stepped in carrying a silver rod in her hands and observing Nick’s movements.

        “Nicholas, you naughty boy.” She whispered.

        “Where’s LaCroix?” he demanded.

        “Here.” she quickly replied.

        Her vampire eyes keep Nick very still as she strolled up to him very quietly.  The she bypassed him to the far right wall and turned the light on.  Nick’s eyes were filled with shock and horror.  LaCroix was still bolted to the wall and sat in a pool of blood, his own.  As Nick attempted to go to him she flew by him and sliced his arm with the silver rod.  He grabbed a hold of his arm, and then quickly looked to Laura with his vampire eyes.  His fangs glowed from the light that surrounded the room.

        “What kind of vampire are you?  That had garlic and holy water burned into it.” She explained in fear.

        “A whole new breed.” He answered with a slight snarl.

        “NO!” she screamed in anger.

        Laura took to flight and plunged into Nick and they the hit.  They snarled and growled while they fought.  Nick grabbed her by the throat and lifted her about two feet from the floor.  Just as Nick got a hold of the rod, Natalie walked in.  She screamed by the sight before her eyes and Nick plunged the rod deep into Laura’s ice-cold black heart and screamed from the pain, and she imploded into dust.  Nick looked at Natalie with his green eyes and then swooped over to LaCroix.  Not realizing the chains were covered with garlic and holy water, he used his vampire strength and broke them in pieces.  LaCroix collapsed into Nick’s arms.  Nick felt his life force fading fast, and with that he lifted his arm up to his mouth and with his fangs he tore open his wrist and placed upon LaCroix’s lips.  The blood poured from him in hopes to revive LaCroix.  Nick shook him and tapped his face to arouse him, suddenly his body had a jolt and he began to feed on Nick’s blood.

        Suddenly, from a distance they could hear the sirens of the police and everyone arriving.  Natalie looked to Nick and realized she could not yet touch him.

        “I’ll try to hold them off.” She said.

        “Thanks.” Nick struggled to answer.

        Natalie left the room and them alone.  Nick felt a slight weakness in his body and he quickly pulled his wrist away and raised it to his mouth to seal the wound.  He closed his eyes and he retracted the vampire back inside of him.  He took his sleeve and cleaned off LaCroix’s face.  He slowly sat up and looked all around him.  He grabbed his arm and noticed the wound was completely healed.  Then he touched his lips and quickly looked behind him and saw Nick sitting there staring at him.  Nick stood up and helped LaCroix to his feet.

        “Nicholas.” He sighed.

        “You all right?” he asked with great concern.

        “I think so.  Laura?” he inquired.

        “Destroyed.” He answered.

        “Did you?” he implied.

        “Yes.” He mumbled.

        “Thank you.  I guess I owe you.” He replied.

        “We’re even.” He said with a slight grin.

        Suddenly, Natalie and Schanke entered the room and were amazed by the view of the past.

        “Knight, what’s the scoop?” he asked.

        “Later.  I’m tired.” He replied.

        “Hey, did you know a Jamie Paro?” he asked LaCroix.

        “She was my other bar maid.” He responded.

        “Was is right.  We found her body an hour ago.  Same story on her, sorry.” He briefed.

        “I’ll come in later to do the paperwork.” He pleaded.

        “Where’s the spooky lady?” he inquired.

        “Dead.  She through herself into the fire and Natalie can confirm that.” Nick said quickly.

        “Yes, I will.  When I finish my report.” She replied.

        “But;” he started.

        “I promise.” Nick said.

        “Six sharp.  I’ll pick you up.” He planned to do.

        “Done.” Nick agreed.

        “My people will clean this, I need to rest.  Nicholas;” he hinted to him.

        “Go ahead.” He said with a slight sigh.

        LaCroix left the room and strolled up the stairs.  Nick and Natalie strolled closely behind and went outside.  They stepped over to his car and gazed upon each other.

        “What a night?” Nat added to start the conversation.

        “Yeah.” He answered.

        “I’m glad its over.” She replied.

        “Till the next one.” He bluntly said.

        “Nick.” She said with a slight laugh.

        “Sorry.  My place for a nightcap?  I need a drink.” He suggested.

        “Want me to drive?” she asked.

        “Yeah, I’ll ride in the trunk.” He said with his boyish grin.

        “Thought so.” She sighed in return.

        Nick slowly leaned over to her and kissed her very warmly and he stepped to the back of the car and climbed into the trunk.  Natalie slid into the driver seat and turned the engine on and headed for Nick’s home for some rest.