Title: Second Son
Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC
Disclaimer: The characters belong to James D. Parriot. Again since they are
no longer using them I've decided to take our boys out of the 'closet' and
let them play and be happy. Enjoy.
Summary: Vachon, whether or not he wants too gets in between Nick and his
Father LaCroix and finds he is jealous.of Nick, wanting what the other
vampire does not.a loving, doting Father who would truly want him.even if
it's only by placing himself in the role of substitute.
Note: It has been a long time since I've watched a Forever Knight episode,
but since this is an AU.it shouldn't matter too much. Also.I don't speak,
read, or write French or Spanish.so if any appears here it'll be minimum
and don't flame me if I get it wrong, please.
Rating: R (M/M heavily implied and language)
Pairing: Vachon/LaCroix, Vachon/Nick, Vachon/Nick/LaCroix
Archive: at the Chakotay Forever Archive.
If you wish to post it, please just let me know where. Feedback: Please! Mysticmcknight@hotmail.com
"Second Son"
He sat at the bar of the Raven, wondering not for the first time, what the hell he was doing? He was a drifter, and outside of Urs, he didn't like too many people around him, yet for the past six months, instead of moving on from Toronto, he had stayed.mainly hanging around here.the Raven. Javier Vachon told himself that it was because it was safe and the food source made it possible for him not to hunt.but tonight he wasn't buying his own lies. No, he stayed because of the two Vampires that made Toronto the most unique.Nick Knight and his illustrious and deadly father, Lucien LaCroix.where according to rumors was never far from where you found Nick.
Vachon smiled slightly into his glass of 'house special' not for the first time wonder what it would be like to have an iron fist follow you wherever you went.//never my problem,// he mused, for he didn't have a father/mother, since his creator.a strange woman he never saw before, created him, then embraced the sun. //Wonder if Nick ever wished he had been so lucky,// he mentally quipped, having witnessed first hand how LaCroix interfered in just about 'every' aspect of Nick's life.like a protective Father. Javier shook his head, quickly not wanting to go down that road and turned back to the thought at hand.Nick.
The beautiful vampire cop had been coming more and more to the Raven, only to argue with so called 'Father' every other night. Vachon wasn't blind, he was not quiet as old as Nick, but he had a 'way' of seeing things others didn't.at least for others, and it was clear.Nick and LaCroix were your typical if atypical love/hate relationship. Nick wanted wings to fly from his gilded cage, only to return when 'he' desired and Lucien wanted Nick to stay put.safe and sound. However Lucien LaCroix having once been a Roman General and well set in his ways, didn't 'ask' he commanded and the former Crusader rebelled.
Vachon shook his head gently, //Not my problem// he told himself, as he shifted to let his eyes drift over the dozens of bodies swaying, grooving/grinding against once another on the dance floor.vampire/human alike and waited. He had to admit it, he had fallen for the golden haired vampire the first time they met, but it became a minor obsession the first time he saw Nick smile and laugh. Of course he only admitted a small part of this to himself, for again, he was Vachon the wander, and everyone knew this, even him. This automatically meant any relationship he had was temporary, no strings and for the moment.yep that's what being a wander meant; he never said he liked it, it was just the way it was.
Three months ago, Nick had sat down on the bar stool after one of his famous fights and sighed, looking almost defeated. Javier didn't like seeing him so sad so had approached him with his usual care and way manner and to his utter surprise, Nick responded.eagerly. That night they went back to Nick's loft and made out.he couldn't say made love, for you had to be in love.well both parties in his mind, and he knew Nick didn't love him; cared for him, but not love him. He loved Natalie, but she was human and thus off limits.once again Vachon was being used as someone's substitute. Sadly it wasn't the first time and over the years he had learned to block any knowledge that he knew or what he was really feeling, even from his own blood; quiet the feat for one so young, but he figured he achieved it out of necessity.
Over the many weeks, Javier realized he was not the substitute of not just one person.but two. Natalie and LaCroix. But again, he simply accepted it, for he enjoyed Nicks soft touches after the feeding frenzy died away along with his companion ship.he really was good company, a bit stuffy and to 'cultured' for his taste at times, but none the less, good company. Thus his reason for still being here in Toronto.
Vachon looked up from his seat as if on cue and saw Nick storm in and head to the back to where LaCroix was, doing his broadcast.the Nightcrawler. Anyone else but Nick even tried to go back there without so much as by your leave would find out the hard way how fatal a mistake it could be, but Nick was special in many ways. Not only because he refused to drink human blood and sought to be human, but because LaCroix tolerated and allowed Nick more free run than any other vampire around.after all, Nick was his favorite and only son.
"Five," Vachon said to bartender just as Nick vanished from sight.
"Hmm, LaCroix is in a good mood, ten," the burly yet nice looking bartender commented and hit the button on a stop watch then went on with his duties, while paying attention to what fireworks were about to go off.as if no one expected them too.
Vachon saw the fire in Nick's eyes, he was mad.//A well, it at least covers part of my bar tab,// he smirked to himself, for the bartender and he had a little side bet on how long it was until the arguing not only started but was heard out hear by another person besides themselves.Javier usually won.
"You had no right to interfere!" Nick's voice rang out loud and clear and not just one or two heads turned, but several.
"Lower your voice," LaCroix, shouted back, before the rest of his words were lowered and no more could be heard.
Vachon reached over and tapped the stop watch, "Three minutes and forty-eight seconds, I think we have a new record," Vachon quipped, smiling that he won the bet and his bar tab was covered for the night.
The bartender groaned and moved to a little note book that had nothing but dates and times and recorded it and looked through it."No, Aug 12th, Three minutes ten seconds," he replied.
"Hmm, Nick must be slipping," Vachon mused, a slight twinkle in his eye, for it was not wise to express any opinions directly for or against the two, so he didn't.he made sport. Deep down he was not happy to see Nick so miserable, but Nick had made it perfectly clear he didn't want anyone's opinion on the matter, so he kept his to himself.
Moments later a slam of the door caught Vachon's attention, since he was waiting for it, and saw Nick stride over, some of the anger lessoned, but not by much. He slid onto the stool and gave a nod to the bartender, who would give him his glass of cow and a bit warmer smile to Javier. "Vachon," he greeted, his voice lighter than his eyes reflected.
"At it again," Javier quipped, not able to resist the dig.
"You mean, 'he's' at it again. This time it could have cost me my job." Nick said before taking the glass of animal blood and drank it down in two gulps, he was agitated.
"Want to talk about it?" Vachon asked, knowing the answer before hand.
"No, I want to fuck.no," Nick said, rather aggressively, even for Nick. He grabbed Vachon by the hand and pulled him along until they reached the stairs to the back room and then Nick hurried them upstairs to a back room he knew was empty. The next thing he knew, he was tossed on a bed, his clothes being pulled rather rushed from his body.Nick was not in the mood for talk, just action. Having been here before too, Javier just relaxed and went with it; it wasn't like he didn't like it, he just wished he had a bit more warning and say. //So long as I'm with him,// he thought and closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the sensations of Nick's kisses, bites and scratches.this was defiantly sex, and by Nick's growls, it sounded more like revenge sex, and Javier was not stupid enough not to know against who.
//Man, can you pick them,// he mused momentarily before a cry of passion escaped his throat as Nick began to demonstrate that being 800 years old 'does' have its benefits for being a good lover. His last coherent thought was he hoped he'd live another night to experience this again, for he was sure his latest enemy, courtesy of Nick Knight, was LaCroix, who also thanks to Nick was probably feeling 'everything' that was happening.
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//I'm and idiot,// Vachon thought to himself again, //and idiot and a moron,// he added as he sat up in bed, the same one Nick had taken him over and over again last night.alone, and it was day. The room was made for vampires, but just the thought that he might be stuck in the same building at LaCroix made him shiver. "Why didn't that bastard wake me," he growled as he got up and took a shower, grateful that the place was like a nice hotel room, minus the windows.of course it was also vulnerable since there was no escape should it be needed.and years of being hunted and hunting, it was always needed.
He exited the bathroom and was wrapped in a towel, another drying his long hair, looking around for either a brush or something to tie it back, for otherwise it would be a mess when a knock came on the door.he froze. He knew someone knew he was here and rationalized that if they were out to get him, they could easily come inside, so moved and opened it.it was the bartender, who probably like many who worked here, stayed her as well. "Yes?" he asked, hoping it wasn't trouble.
"He wants you to join him for breakfast," the bartender said, and by the look I knew he didn't mean Nick.
"Breakfast?" I asked, since that usually meant morning meal, and though it was day, I could sense it was late in the day.I had really slept.
"That's what he said," the bartender replied and left.
Vachon closed the door and got dressed, noticing his shirt was close to worthless. "Glad I wore an undershirt," he mused, for that was all he had to wear, and he didn't think meeting up with Lucien LaCroix bare chested would win him any points. Not finding a brush, Javier ran his fingers through his wet hair and used one of the shirt shreds for a tie back and adjusted his clothing, trashed the rest and headed downstairs.
He notice a glass of 'wine' on the bar and slowly walked up to it and gently took it, looking around to see where his.host was.
"Did you sleep well?" the cool, deep and vibrant voice of Toronto's most powerful vampire asked.
Slowly Vachon turned around trying to keep his cool and faced LaCroix, "Yes, thank you, I did," he replied politely, not seeing any reason to lie or be rude.
"Good," LaCroix replied, sounding pleased as he stepped from the shadows, even in the closed up bar, a glass of wine in his own hand. "Please, drink up," he said, moving to stand behind the bar, his stance indicating very well, it was a territorial move.this was 'his' bar.
Vachon took notice of the movement and body language and nodded, taking his glass and sipping it, it was very good stuff. "Very good, thank you again," he said, trying to keep any tension out of his voice.
"I'm sure you are aware that your liaison with my son has long since come to my attention," LaCroix said casually, coolly.
//Great, he's going to give me an ultimatum or ask me to leave,// he thought, feeling a mix of relief that he would probably survive and anger that he was being made to leave. "Yes," was all he said, his voice guarded.
"You were with him last night," LaCroix stated, more of a fact than question.
"Yes," Vachon replied, again seeing no reason to lie, after all this was the man's place. "It was Nick's choice to..remain here," he added, so the ancient vampire didn't think 'he' suggested any disrespect.
"Hmmm, yes, I know," LaCroix commented coolly, sipping his own wine/blood. "Yet he left you here.to return to the safety of his own loft." the older vampire added, a brow arched as eyes gazed at the younger vampire before him.
"Guess he had things to do," Vachon retorted as easily as possible, not wanting to show fear.fear was a weakness and one thing he knew was that LaCroix didn't like it. //And probably me too,// he added. He sat on the stool next to him and finished off his wine, feeling that if he was going to be tossed out on his ear...possibility literally, he would have a bit of say before he went. "Nick doesn't know how to appreciate you," he muttered, then stopped, that had 'not' been what he was about to say; he wanted to give his two cents on how LaCroix treated Nick. "I mean."
"Yes, what 'did' you mean," LaCroix asked, his interest suddenly peaked by this unexpected comment. He was expecting to hear words of wisdom on how to treat his son from one who would be considered a fledgling compared to him.this was most intriguing.
Yes, what did he mean. "Ah.I." he closed his mouth and gathered his thoughts before speaking. "Best way to put it, consider this. In equivalent, Nick is like a teenager, rebelling against his family who has always been there. In time he'll come to understand what he has and stop," Vachon told LaCroix, then not sure if the older Vampire understood him or not, continued. "You've always been there for him," he went on.
"And what is wrong with that?" LaCroix inquired, a brow raised, more intrigued by this young one's words.
"Nothing, except, Nick doesn't understand what he has. He's.never...had to fend for himself fully. When he was in trouble, he's always known you'd be there to bail him out. You've taught him everything he knows, shown him every step.he doesn't understand what it's like to have to do it all on his own. To wonder if what he's doing is right or wrong, since you've been there to tell him. He hasn't had to flee or fight impossible odds since he deep down he knows that if it gets too much, you'll be there to get his back.he's never been on his own," he stated, trying to make his case. "Bottom line, if you let him go, he'll come back on his own," Vachon finally said.
"You really believe that, don't you," LaCroix said, no mockery in his tone, just simple curiosity.
"Contrary to what others think, I'm 'not' a moron, I can see. He just wants to spread his wings, learn to fly on his own; once he gets it out of his system or a does of how harsh reality on ones own really is, he'll come back.he wants to come back; he just want to assert who he is, like any other teenager on the face of the planet.human or vampire."
"Those are very insightful words for one who could be considered just hitting his own.teen state, mon peu petulant on (my little wild one)," LaCroix smirked, a slight warmth to it. "So, your saying if I let Nicholas have his.freedom as it were, he'll come back to the fold all on his own?"
"Yes," Vachon replied, taken back as LaCroix placed a bottle next to his now empty glass and gestured for him to pour some more. "As I said, a taste of the real world, and he'll come to understand how good he has it," he said, not really meaning to let that bit of jealousy slip out. He tried to cover it up with focusing on pouring the bloodwine.
"And you would know all about being on one's own, wouldn't you, Vachon," LaCroix commented, his tone unreadable as if it was mockery or statement.
Vachon knew that LaCroix, being the elder here in Toronto had right to know 'all' in regards to the vampires in his domain, and he was sure the older vampire had checked up on him.probably from Urs, who liked to talk about anything. "It's no secret that my sire killed herself moments after my creation," he said, trying hard to keep his tone light and the bitterness deep in his heart.
"Hmmm," LaCroix muttered, again, no true indication as to what he was thinking. "Seems life on the streets.alone, has given you some wisdom beyond your young years, Javier Vachon," he commented as he placed his empty glass into the sink to be washed by his staff and began to leave. "Make yourself comfortable, and give Nicholas my best," he said over his shoulder and left.
Vachon sat very puzzled, not sure what just happened here. //Well, he didn't tell me to leave, in fact.// he looked at the hall where LaCroix had vanished. "I think I just got approval from daddy," he said astonished, to no one. His gut told him that LaCroix was plotting something regarding his son, and he was most likely now apart of it. He told himself to enjoy the ride and when it was time to leave.he'd leave.
****End of Part One****
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"Second Son"
He sat at the bar of the Raven, wondering not for the first time, what the hell he was doing? He was a drifter, and outside of Urs, he didn't like too many people around him, yet for the past six months, instead of moving on from Toronto, he had stayed.mainly hanging around here.the Raven. Javier Vachon told himself that it was because it was safe and the food source made it possible for him not to hunt.but tonight he wasn't buying his own lies. No, he stayed because of the two Vampires that made Toronto the most unique.Nick Knight and his illustrious and deadly father, Lucien LaCroix.where according to rumors was never far from where you found Nick.
Vachon smiled slightly into his glass of 'house special' not for the first time wonder what it would be like to have an iron fist follow you wherever you went.//never my problem,// he mused, for he didn't have a father/mother, since his creator.a strange woman he never saw before, created him, then embraced the sun. //Wonder if Nick ever wished he had been so lucky,// he mentally quipped, having witnessed first hand how LaCroix interfered in just about 'every' aspect of Nick's life.like a protective Father. Javier shook his head, quickly not wanting to go down that road and turned back to the thought at hand.Nick.
The beautiful vampire cop had been coming more and more to the Raven, only to argue with so called 'Father' every other night. Vachon wasn't blind, he was not quiet as old as Nick, but he had a 'way' of seeing things others didn't.at least for others, and it was clear.Nick and LaCroix were your typical if atypical love/hate relationship. Nick wanted wings to fly from his gilded cage, only to return when 'he' desired and Lucien wanted Nick to stay put.safe and sound. However Lucien LaCroix having once been a Roman General and well set in his ways, didn't 'ask' he commanded and the former Crusader rebelled.
Vachon shook his head gently, //Not my problem// he told himself, as he shifted to let his eyes drift over the dozens of bodies swaying, grooving/grinding against once another on the dance floor.vampire/human alike and waited. He had to admit it, he had fallen for the golden haired vampire the first time they met, but it became a minor obsession the first time he saw Nick smile and laugh. Of course he only admitted a small part of this to himself, for again, he was Vachon the wander, and everyone knew this, even him. This automatically meant any relationship he had was temporary, no strings and for the moment.yep that's what being a wander meant; he never said he liked it, it was just the way it was.
Three months ago, Nick had sat down on the bar stool after one of his famous fights and sighed, looking almost defeated. Javier didn't like seeing him so sad so had approached him with his usual care and way manner and to his utter surprise, Nick responded.eagerly. That night they went back to Nick's loft and made out.he couldn't say made love, for you had to be in love.well both parties in his mind, and he knew Nick didn't love him; cared for him, but not love him. He loved Natalie, but she was human and thus off limits.once again Vachon was being used as someone's substitute. Sadly it wasn't the first time and over the years he had learned to block any knowledge that he knew or what he was really feeling, even from his own blood; quiet the feat for one so young, but he figured he achieved it out of necessity.
Over the many weeks, Javier realized he was not the substitute of not just one person.but two. Natalie and LaCroix. But again, he simply accepted it, for he enjoyed Nicks soft touches after the feeding frenzy died away along with his companion ship.he really was good company, a bit stuffy and to 'cultured' for his taste at times, but none the less, good company. Thus his reason for still being here in Toronto.
Vachon looked up from his seat as if on cue and saw Nick storm in and head to the back to where LaCroix was, doing his broadcast.the Nightcrawler. Anyone else but Nick even tried to go back there without so much as by your leave would find out the hard way how fatal a mistake it could be, but Nick was special in many ways. Not only because he refused to drink human blood and sought to be human, but because LaCroix tolerated and allowed Nick more free run than any other vampire around.after all, Nick was his favorite and only son.
"Five," Vachon said to bartender just as Nick vanished from sight.
"Hmm, LaCroix is in a good mood, ten," the burly yet nice looking bartender commented and hit the button on a stop watch then went on with his duties, while paying attention to what fireworks were about to go off.as if no one expected them too.
Vachon saw the fire in Nick's eyes, he was mad.//A well, it at least covers part of my bar tab,// he smirked to himself, for the bartender and he had a little side bet on how long it was until the arguing not only started but was heard out hear by another person besides themselves.Javier usually won.
"You had no right to interfere!" Nick's voice rang out loud and clear and not just one or two heads turned, but several.
"Lower your voice," LaCroix, shouted back, before the rest of his words were lowered and no more could be heard.
Vachon reached over and tapped the stop watch, "Three minutes and forty-eight seconds, I think we have a new record," Vachon quipped, smiling that he won the bet and his bar tab was covered for the night.
The bartender groaned and moved to a little note book that had nothing but dates and times and recorded it and looked through it."No, Aug 12th, Three minutes ten seconds," he replied.
"Hmm, Nick must be slipping," Vachon mused, a slight twinkle in his eye, for it was not wise to express any opinions directly for or against the two, so he didn't.he made sport. Deep down he was not happy to see Nick so miserable, but Nick had made it perfectly clear he didn't want anyone's opinion on the matter, so he kept his to himself.
Moments later a slam of the door caught Vachon's attention, since he was waiting for it, and saw Nick stride over, some of the anger lessoned, but not by much. He slid onto the stool and gave a nod to the bartender, who would give him his glass of cow and a bit warmer smile to Javier. "Vachon," he greeted, his voice lighter than his eyes reflected.
"At it again," Javier quipped, not able to resist the dig.
"You mean, 'he's' at it again. This time it could have cost me my job." Nick said before taking the glass of animal blood and drank it down in two gulps, he was agitated.
"Want to talk about it?" Vachon asked, knowing the answer before hand.
"No, I want to fuck.no," Nick said, rather aggressively, even for Nick. He grabbed Vachon by the hand and pulled him along until they reached the stairs to the back room and then Nick hurried them upstairs to a back room he knew was empty. The next thing he knew, he was tossed on a bed, his clothes being pulled rather rushed from his body.Nick was not in the mood for talk, just action. Having been here before too, Javier just relaxed and went with it; it wasn't like he didn't like it, he just wished he had a bit more warning and say. //So long as I'm with him,// he thought and closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the sensations of Nick's kisses, bites and scratches.this was defiantly sex, and by Nick's growls, it sounded more like revenge sex, and Javier was not stupid enough not to know against who.
//Man, can you pick them,// he mused momentarily before a cry of passion escaped his throat as Nick began to demonstrate that being 800 years old 'does' have its benefits for being a good lover. His last coherent thought was he hoped he'd live another night to experience this again, for he was sure his latest enemy, courtesy of Nick Knight, was LaCroix, who also thanks to Nick was probably feeling 'everything' that was happening.
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//I'm and idiot,// Vachon thought to himself again, //and idiot and a moron,// he added as he sat up in bed, the same one Nick had taken him over and over again last night.alone, and it was day. The room was made for vampires, but just the thought that he might be stuck in the same building at LaCroix made him shiver. "Why didn't that bastard wake me," he growled as he got up and took a shower, grateful that the place was like a nice hotel room, minus the windows.of course it was also vulnerable since there was no escape should it be needed.and years of being hunted and hunting, it was always needed.
He exited the bathroom and was wrapped in a towel, another drying his long hair, looking around for either a brush or something to tie it back, for otherwise it would be a mess when a knock came on the door.he froze. He knew someone knew he was here and rationalized that if they were out to get him, they could easily come inside, so moved and opened it.it was the bartender, who probably like many who worked here, stayed her as well. "Yes?" he asked, hoping it wasn't trouble.
"He wants you to join him for breakfast," the bartender said, and by the look I knew he didn't mean Nick.
"Breakfast?" I asked, since that usually meant morning meal, and though it was day, I could sense it was late in the day.I had really slept.
"That's what he said," the bartender replied and left.
Vachon closed the door and got dressed, noticing his shirt was close to worthless. "Glad I wore an undershirt," he mused, for that was all he had to wear, and he didn't think meeting up with Lucien LaCroix bare chested would win him any points. Not finding a brush, Javier ran his fingers through his wet hair and used one of the shirt shreds for a tie back and adjusted his clothing, trashed the rest and headed downstairs.
He notice a glass of 'wine' on the bar and slowly walked up to it and gently took it, looking around to see where his.host was.
"Did you sleep well?" the cool, deep and vibrant voice of Toronto's most powerful vampire asked.
Slowly Vachon turned around trying to keep his cool and faced LaCroix, "Yes, thank you, I did," he replied politely, not seeing any reason to lie or be rude.
"Good," LaCroix replied, sounding pleased as he stepped from the shadows, even in the closed up bar, a glass of wine in his own hand. "Please, drink up," he said, moving to stand behind the bar, his stance indicating very well, it was a territorial move.this was 'his' bar.
Vachon took notice of the movement and body language and nodded, taking his glass and sipping it, it was very good stuff. "Very good, thank you again," he said, trying to keep any tension out of his voice.
"I'm sure you are aware that your liaison with my son has long since come to my attention," LaCroix said casually, coolly.
//Great, he's going to give me an ultimatum or ask me to leave,// he thought, feeling a mix of relief that he would probably survive and anger that he was being made to leave. "Yes," was all he said, his voice guarded.
"You were with him last night," LaCroix stated, more of a fact than question.
"Yes," Vachon replied, again seeing no reason to lie, after all this was the man's place. "It was Nick's choice to..remain here," he added, so the ancient vampire didn't think 'he' suggested any disrespect.
"Hmmm, yes, I know," LaCroix commented coolly, sipping his own wine/blood. "Yet he left you here.to return to the safety of his own loft." the older vampire added, a brow arched as eyes gazed at the younger vampire before him.
"Guess he had things to do," Vachon retorted as easily as possible, not wanting to show fear.fear was a weakness and one thing he knew was that LaCroix didn't like it. //And probably me too,// he added. He sat on the stool next to him and finished off his wine, feeling that if he was going to be tossed out on his ear...possibility literally, he would have a bit of say before he went. "Nick doesn't know how to appreciate you," he muttered, then stopped, that had 'not' been what he was about to say; he wanted to give his two cents on how LaCroix treated Nick. "I mean."
"Yes, what 'did' you mean," LaCroix asked, his interest suddenly peaked by this unexpected comment. He was expecting to hear words of wisdom on how to treat his son from one who would be considered a fledgling compared to him.this was most intriguing.
Yes, what did he mean. "Ah.I." he closed his mouth and gathered his thoughts before speaking. "Best way to put it, consider this. In equivalent, Nick is like a teenager, rebelling against his family who has always been there. In time he'll come to understand what he has and stop," Vachon told LaCroix, then not sure if the older Vampire understood him or not, continued. "You've always been there for him," he went on.
"And what is wrong with that?" LaCroix inquired, a brow raised, more intrigued by this young one's words.
"Nothing, except, Nick doesn't understand what he has. He's.never...had to fend for himself fully. When he was in trouble, he's always known you'd be there to bail him out. You've taught him everything he knows, shown him every step.he doesn't understand what it's like to have to do it all on his own. To wonder if what he's doing is right or wrong, since you've been there to tell him. He hasn't had to flee or fight impossible odds since he deep down he knows that if it gets too much, you'll be there to get his back.he's never been on his own," he stated, trying to make his case. "Bottom line, if you let him go, he'll come back on his own," Vachon finally said.
"You really believe that, don't you," LaCroix said, no mockery in his tone, just simple curiosity.
"Contrary to what others think, I'm 'not' a moron, I can see. He just wants to spread his wings, learn to fly on his own; once he gets it out of his system or a does of how harsh reality on ones own really is, he'll come back.he wants to come back; he just want to assert who he is, like any other teenager on the face of the planet.human or vampire."
"Those are very insightful words for one who could be considered just hitting his own.teen state, mon peu petulant on (my little wild one)," LaCroix smirked, a slight warmth to it. "So, your saying if I let Nicholas have his.freedom as it were, he'll come back to the fold all on his own?"
"Yes," Vachon replied, taken back as LaCroix placed a bottle next to his now empty glass and gestured for him to pour some more. "As I said, a taste of the real world, and he'll come to understand how good he has it," he said, not really meaning to let that bit of jealousy slip out. He tried to cover it up with focusing on pouring the bloodwine.
"And you would know all about being on one's own, wouldn't you, Vachon," LaCroix commented, his tone unreadable as if it was mockery or statement.
Vachon knew that LaCroix, being the elder here in Toronto had right to know 'all' in regards to the vampires in his domain, and he was sure the older vampire had checked up on him.probably from Urs, who liked to talk about anything. "It's no secret that my sire killed herself moments after my creation," he said, trying hard to keep his tone light and the bitterness deep in his heart.
"Hmmm," LaCroix muttered, again, no true indication as to what he was thinking. "Seems life on the streets.alone, has given you some wisdom beyond your young years, Javier Vachon," he commented as he placed his empty glass into the sink to be washed by his staff and began to leave. "Make yourself comfortable, and give Nicholas my best," he said over his shoulder and left.
Vachon sat very puzzled, not sure what just happened here. //Well, he didn't tell me to leave, in fact.// he looked at the hall where LaCroix had vanished. "I think I just got approval from daddy," he said astonished, to no one. His gut told him that LaCroix was plotting something regarding his son, and he was most likely now apart of it. He told himself to enjoy the ride and when it was time to leave.he'd leave.
****End of Part One****