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stop reading immediately.
Have fun and send any comments, if you do not rip me apart, to
iejasu@fan-fiction.de
Greetings from Germany :)
Iejasu
Hmmm, the usual disclaimer...
The characters depicted herein are the property of James Parriott,
Paragon, Sony/Tristar, and the other PTB. I am doing this just for fun
and not earning any money with it....
Oh yes, I had two wonderful proofreaders otherwise this story would
never have been posted. Kylie Coleman Tucker and Deb helped me erasing
the grammar and any other mistakes from this story for English is not my
mothertongue. I hope you enjoy this little story. And please stop here
if you are not entitled to read adult fan fiction for this story
contains a sex scene.
All comments are appreciated as long as you do not completely rip me
apart ?
Please write to iejasu@fan-fiction.de
And now...have fun with:
Lacroix's Revenge - A Post 'Be my Valentine' Story -
Natalie Lambert was lying in her bed, sleeping a restless slumber. Nick
had kissed her, embraced her, and then there was nothing. This man was
simply unable to make up his mind. He distanced himself again, leaving
her alone and feeling disregarded, and when she was close to loosing all
hope, he encouraged her again... It was so cruel but she could not
convince herself to let go or let herself believe that she was entitled
to be angry...and still, a part of her was upset, angry and was feeling
terribly lonely.
Unable to find peace she twisted and turned in her sheets. It was dark
in her bedroom, pitch black so to speak. Suddenly someone kissed her and
two strong hands pressed her against the cushions.....
Not really sleeping, shock woke her fully, as she felt tender kisses
against her throat and a male form pressing against her body. She saw a
glimmer of gold in the dark. Joy coursed though her body. Nick, he had
finally made up his mind.
'Oh, Nick, I love you so much!" Natalie moaned between his passionate
kisses. One of his hands held both her hands while the other caressed
her body in the most delightful way and brushed her nightgown away like
an autumn breeze does the leaves in the park. His hungry mouth covered
hers and his tongue explored her only to be welcomed by her own. She
fought against his restraining hand that forbade her to touch him the
way she longed for and made her even more ardent. Her legs slid beneath
his body and she encircled his waist, pressing him against herself. She
could feel his arousal, she heard him gasp as her body rubbed against
him, answering his temptations in a very seductive manner.
She smelled him. Never had she been so near to him to actually be able
to smell him in this most intimate way. Often her nostrils where so
clotted by chemicals and other odors from the laboratory that she could
not smell him at all. But now she smelled him. He smelled of sandalwood
and bitter oranges. It was a very masculine smell. She slid along his
cool throat with her tongue. A low, passionate, growl answered her. His
free hand left her for a second and she knew that he would join her
soon. Her lips kissed him feverishly while her hands still fought
against his restraining grip. Maybe he was afraid that he would not be
able to control himself, his dark nature, she mused for a moment, only
to be swept away as he entered her hungrily. The first shock from his
extremely cool flesh was quickly vanishing as his member warmed inside
of her.
'Oh, god... he is larger than I imagined..' Her hips rose to meet his
pace, joining him in the dance of lovers and finally he let her hands
go. She grabbed his shoulders, smooth and cool, broad and muscular. She
caressed his back, his hips, his calfs. Both where totally consummated
by the other and when finally the speed of their bodies increased for
the final climax, his eyes shone in pure red, hot like two coals and a
low growl, coming from deep inside him, vibrated though her body.
Their bodies relaxed against each other and he gently caressed her face
with his fingertips.
Her hands rose to his hair, his beautiful curly blond hair.
"Oh, Nick, you are so wonderful... I almost lost hope but now you are
here.... I love you."
The hair below her hands was short and stubby, a hard brush against her
palms. Natalies eyes widened and her body stiffed.
She yelled like she had never screamed before and tried to free herself
from this man... her legs bent and she tried to reach the desk lamp on
her bedside table. But it was dark and she lost orientation. The lamp
fell to the floor only to be joined by her and her duvet in a tangled
mess....Her hands searched frantically for the switch and finally the
light was on.
She looked around but the room was empty. Nobody was in her bed ... no
male with short and stubby hair. Natalie shivered and looked beneath her
bed, ran around her apartment searching for an intruder, nearly
tripping and falling over Sidney.
Still shivering she went to the bathroom. Natalie Lambert examined
herself in the mirror. No bite marks, no signs what so ever on her
body. As she looked down between her tights, she froze. There was blood.
The intruder had left a mark on her!
Suddenly Natalie frowned. The coroner glanced at the calendar. No, this
was not a sign of the intruder... this was only the reminder that she
had lost count and had forgotten the date about far too much work.
Her heart rate fell again and she draw in a deep breath. Natalie cleaned
herself up and went back to the bedroom.
Now that she had conquered her panic, she studied her bedroom once more.
The sheets were crumbled but that was nothing unusual. In times of
stress she had always been a messy sleeper.
And there had been a lot of stress lately.
Lost in thought she sat next to her bed. What a weird dream! Dreaming of
making love to Nick only to realize that it was.... Who was it she had
made love to in her dreams?... A large male vampire with short and
stubby hair... Natalies eyes widened in realization. Making love to
Nicks master, that devilish Lucien Lacroix. She shook her head in
disgust. This was certainly nothing she desired... or was it?
Lucien Lacroix walked home slowly. A smug grin on his normally cold
features. Natalie Lambert was indeed a very passionate woman and
Nicholas would be most upset if he ever found out. But Lacroix doubted
greatly that she would tell him. He was good at reading faces, it came
with age and experience and he had taken great care not to leave
anything behind, no evidence in any way. He chuckled at the thought.
Natalie would think that everything had been a dream of passion. And
maybe it was one... He bend his head back and laughed loud, the short
barking laughter of someone who is not used to laughing. This was his
revenge on Nicholas, he had not taken her life but he had taken primum
noctis, the first night. Even though he would never tell Nicholas, it
would lessen the pain in his chest. At least that was, what he hoped
for.
End
stop reading immediately.
Have fun and send any comments, if you do not rip me apart, to
iejasu@fan-fiction.de
Greetings from Germany :)
Iejasu
Hmmm, the usual disclaimer...
The characters depicted herein are the property of James Parriott,
Paragon, Sony/Tristar, and the other PTB. I am doing this just for fun
and not earning any money with it....
Oh yes, I had two wonderful proofreaders otherwise this story would
never have been posted. Kylie Coleman Tucker and Deb helped me erasing
the grammar and any other mistakes from this story for English is not my
mothertongue. I hope you enjoy this little story. And please stop here
if you are not entitled to read adult fan fiction for this story
contains a sex scene.
All comments are appreciated as long as you do not completely rip me
apart ?
Please write to iejasu@fan-fiction.de
And now...have fun with:
Lacroix's Revenge - A Post 'Be my Valentine' Story -
Natalie Lambert was lying in her bed, sleeping a restless slumber. Nick
had kissed her, embraced her, and then there was nothing. This man was
simply unable to make up his mind. He distanced himself again, leaving
her alone and feeling disregarded, and when she was close to loosing all
hope, he encouraged her again... It was so cruel but she could not
convince herself to let go or let herself believe that she was entitled
to be angry...and still, a part of her was upset, angry and was feeling
terribly lonely.
Unable to find peace she twisted and turned in her sheets. It was dark
in her bedroom, pitch black so to speak. Suddenly someone kissed her and
two strong hands pressed her against the cushions.....
Not really sleeping, shock woke her fully, as she felt tender kisses
against her throat and a male form pressing against her body. She saw a
glimmer of gold in the dark. Joy coursed though her body. Nick, he had
finally made up his mind.
'Oh, Nick, I love you so much!" Natalie moaned between his passionate
kisses. One of his hands held both her hands while the other caressed
her body in the most delightful way and brushed her nightgown away like
an autumn breeze does the leaves in the park. His hungry mouth covered
hers and his tongue explored her only to be welcomed by her own. She
fought against his restraining hand that forbade her to touch him the
way she longed for and made her even more ardent. Her legs slid beneath
his body and she encircled his waist, pressing him against herself. She
could feel his arousal, she heard him gasp as her body rubbed against
him, answering his temptations in a very seductive manner.
She smelled him. Never had she been so near to him to actually be able
to smell him in this most intimate way. Often her nostrils where so
clotted by chemicals and other odors from the laboratory that she could
not smell him at all. But now she smelled him. He smelled of sandalwood
and bitter oranges. It was a very masculine smell. She slid along his
cool throat with her tongue. A low, passionate, growl answered her. His
free hand left her for a second and she knew that he would join her
soon. Her lips kissed him feverishly while her hands still fought
against his restraining grip. Maybe he was afraid that he would not be
able to control himself, his dark nature, she mused for a moment, only
to be swept away as he entered her hungrily. The first shock from his
extremely cool flesh was quickly vanishing as his member warmed inside
of her.
'Oh, god... he is larger than I imagined..' Her hips rose to meet his
pace, joining him in the dance of lovers and finally he let her hands
go. She grabbed his shoulders, smooth and cool, broad and muscular. She
caressed his back, his hips, his calfs. Both where totally consummated
by the other and when finally the speed of their bodies increased for
the final climax, his eyes shone in pure red, hot like two coals and a
low growl, coming from deep inside him, vibrated though her body.
Their bodies relaxed against each other and he gently caressed her face
with his fingertips.
Her hands rose to his hair, his beautiful curly blond hair.
"Oh, Nick, you are so wonderful... I almost lost hope but now you are
here.... I love you."
The hair below her hands was short and stubby, a hard brush against her
palms. Natalies eyes widened and her body stiffed.
She yelled like she had never screamed before and tried to free herself
from this man... her legs bent and she tried to reach the desk lamp on
her bedside table. But it was dark and she lost orientation. The lamp
fell to the floor only to be joined by her and her duvet in a tangled
mess....Her hands searched frantically for the switch and finally the
light was on.
She looked around but the room was empty. Nobody was in her bed ... no
male with short and stubby hair. Natalie shivered and looked beneath her
bed, ran around her apartment searching for an intruder, nearly
tripping and falling over Sidney.
Still shivering she went to the bathroom. Natalie Lambert examined
herself in the mirror. No bite marks, no signs what so ever on her
body. As she looked down between her tights, she froze. There was blood.
The intruder had left a mark on her!
Suddenly Natalie frowned. The coroner glanced at the calendar. No, this
was not a sign of the intruder... this was only the reminder that she
had lost count and had forgotten the date about far too much work.
Her heart rate fell again and she draw in a deep breath. Natalie cleaned
herself up and went back to the bedroom.
Now that she had conquered her panic, she studied her bedroom once more.
The sheets were crumbled but that was nothing unusual. In times of
stress she had always been a messy sleeper.
And there had been a lot of stress lately.
Lost in thought she sat next to her bed. What a weird dream! Dreaming of
making love to Nick only to realize that it was.... Who was it she had
made love to in her dreams?... A large male vampire with short and
stubby hair... Natalies eyes widened in realization. Making love to
Nicks master, that devilish Lucien Lacroix. She shook her head in
disgust. This was certainly nothing she desired... or was it?
Lucien Lacroix walked home slowly. A smug grin on his normally cold
features. Natalie Lambert was indeed a very passionate woman and
Nicholas would be most upset if he ever found out. But Lacroix doubted
greatly that she would tell him. He was good at reading faces, it came
with age and experience and he had taken great care not to leave
anything behind, no evidence in any way. He chuckled at the thought.
Natalie would think that everything had been a dream of passion. And
maybe it was one... He bend his head back and laughed loud, the short
barking laughter of someone who is not used to laughing. This was his
revenge on Nicholas, he had not taken her life but he had taken primum
noctis, the first night. Even though he would never tell Nicholas, it
would lessen the pain in his chest. At least that was, what he hoped
for.
End