Disclaimer:
The characters of Buffy – the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Forever Knight do not belong to me. I am only borrowing some of their characters.
Summary:
Crossover with the FK and Buffy-verses. The day after Buffy and her new gang stopped the troll witches opening a hellmouth. The vampires and the girls recuperate.
Author's Note:
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Chapter 10 – The Day After
Part One
LaCroix was silent as he sat in the cab alongside Natalie. Fortunately, she was silent as well. He had promised Nick he would make sure she got home safely. Although, she was not nearly as defenseless as they had thought. It was quite an image – the normally staid Dr. Lambert fighting some kind of demon. He wrinkled his nose as he remembered the smell of those – things. He really didn't need to remember it, it still clung to Natalie.
"Ick. I am going to have to burn these clothes. I don't think I'll get this smell out." She spat out in disgust, as she picked at the front of her clothes.
"Indeed. I was thinking the same thing." He agreed as he turned to her, smiling. "I was not even close and I am most certainly getting rid of these. I was most impressed with you, Doctor. I had no idea you had such hidden depths."
She chuckled. "No, neither did I."
The cab came to a stop outside her apartment building. LaCroix, as the gentleman he always had been, paid the driver and helped Natalie out of the vehicle. Nat smiled as she let him open the door for her. He really didn't need to walk her all the way, she was perfectly capable. But, part of her really thrilled at the thought of being catered to in this way. Chivalry wasn't such a bad thing, was it? She turned to LaCroix. "Would you... would you care to share a drink with me? I just don't want to be alone right away. Or is it too close to dawn?"
LaCroix smiled and bowed. "I would be delighted, Doctor. I, too, am a little strung out. It may hard for you to believe, but I've never had to deal with such... things before."
"Really, even in 2000 years? I find it hard to believe. It was so strange. Neither Buffy or Drusilla seemed surprised at those... things." She shook her head in disbelief as she remembered the troll-witches, how they looked, and – ugh! - how they smelled. She unlocked her door and stepped in, LaCroix on her heels. She looked to the window, she could see the first tinges of pink on the horizon. She rushed forward to close the drapes. She wouldn't want her guest to catch on fire, now would she? "I guess it was much later than I thought. I do have a guest room that you can use."
"Thank you, I will probably take advantage of that." He stepped into the room, looking around. It was very much as he had imagined. It was organized, yet feminine. There were several pictures of family and friends, mainly in the police world. But no pictures of lovers, not even Nicholas. He had expected to find one of the two of them. "No picture of Nick?"
Nat chuckled as she went to pour some drinks. "No. I don't think he likes having his picture taken. Besides, it's hard to find a reason to take pictures of cops at work. Don't want it to look like a vacation or a family get-together. It's usually a crime scene. What would you like to drink? I have white wine, some Irish whiskey, and a bottle of sherry Janette brought over once."
He nodded, knowing how Janette was. No matter how she felt about Natalie, she was still very generous. "I'll have some of the sherry, thank you."
She took two glasses and the bottle and sat next to LaCroix. He took the bottle from her and poured. Looking at the label, he noticed that Janette as always had chosen well. He rose his glass, "Here's to the end of a difficult evening."
She laughed and joined him in the toast.
Part Two
Nick and Jannette were also enjoying a drink. However, they had decided to take their bottle into the bath with them. Jannette had not wanted to spend one more minute in her clothes. They were filthy. And, the smell! She did not think she would ever forget that smell! Trés affreuse! Now she was immersed in a large bubble bath with Nicholas. She peered over at him. Nick's eyes were hooded, not quite closed. Anyone else would think he was asleep, but she knew better. She could feel the tension still in him. He was as relaxed as he would let himself be at the moment. She smiled warmly as she drank some more of the very fine brandy she'd snatched from the bar. Mmmm. It was a wonderful moment to be savored, much like the brandy. She hadn't been this close to Nicolas in a very long time. Too long. And she wanted to savor it. She wanted to make it last.
Nick looked at Janette silently. He was relaxing slowly, but he was still trying to recover from the shock of seeing his Janette in such danger. It was quite the revelation. He hadn't been nearly as affected by seeing Nat there. And, she was surely the one in more danger from those... things. He cringed as he remembered the smell. He'd never ever... "Janette, cherie?"
"Oui, Nicolas? Are you feeling more the thing?"
"Yes, it's wonderful to get away from that horrid smell. I've never... I was just wondering, have you ever..."
"Non, Nicolas, never. It was horrible – the way they looked, the smell..."
Nick shuddered in revulsion, remembering it. He remembered the cold fear that gripped him when he saw Janette in the midst of it all. "I was so terrified, Janette. Seeing you in the midst of all that. I never realized just how important you were to me. Please forgive me, Janette."
Janette could feel tears stinging at the back of her eyes. She gave Nicolas a watery smile. "Forgive you? Nicolas, for what?"
"For taking you for granted, ma cherie. For taking you for granted." Nick reached out for her. Janette moved without thinking. She had been waiting a long time to hear him speak to her in this way again. For him to touch her as he once did. She slid back against him, her head leaning back against his right shoulder. She felt one of his arms, snake around her middle. She moaned as she felt his head drop to her neck, his lips caressing the pulse point there. Nick had always had a way with that sinful mouth of his. She arched her neck to give him better access as she felt his fangs extend. His hand dropped lower to caress her curls, sneaking into the warmth of her core. She moaned as she felt his other hand wrap around her breast. She moaned and arched into his touch, the feeling magnified at the feel of his fangs penetrating her flesh. Her fangs extended as she yearned to taste his blood... Nicolas' life essence. She felt his fangs slowly leave her flesh and she looked back only to see her own passion mirrored in his eyes. Golden eyes met golden eyes. She smiled dreamily at him.
Nick could feel his heart speed up as he looked deep into the eyes of his lover. The eyes that had filled with amber passion for him. He groaned out loud and took her lips in a possessive kiss.
Part Three
Angel was also tense, but not for the same reasons as his partner. He knew that Buffy fought demons all the time. That really wasn't the problem. He had been more worried about Dru and Buffy together. It had been amusing to see Nick reacting at the time, though. He had the impression that Nick and Janette were very close. However, it seemed as if it surprised Nick. He looked over at Buffy who had just finished a shower. The smell had been dreadful. Why demons have to smell bad was beyond Angel. Even when he had been evil, he had always been downright compulsive about personal hygiene. She came to sit next to him on the bed, coming through her hair. The light floral smell of her shampoo tickled his senses. He nuzzled her neck affectionately.
Buffy giggled. Angel was always in such a good mood after a battle. Must be all those juices flowing. But he seemed tense this time. She placed her hand on his cheek and looked into his deep chocolate eyes. They were still sparking with the golden flecks of the vampire within. "Baby, what's wrong? You weren't worried about me? I mean, those guys were nothing."
He chuckled. "No, baby, I knew you'd take them. I was more worried about having you and Dru in the same place. Seemed like that was a recipe for armageddon to me."
"Oh, yeah. I've got to tell Giles about this. I mean there I was trying to stop another hellmouth opening up, and who is with me? Two vampires and a medical examiner! And one of those vamps was crazy Dru." She shook her head in disbelief. "It was just insane. But, what was even weirder was I started trusting the vamps. I really liked that Janette. She seems very cool. Very stylish."
"I agree. Nick said she brought him to LaCroix who turned him. She was turned over 900 years ago, at the turn of the 12th Century."
"Whoa. I also noticed this other type of vamps can move really fast. That really got me. I'll have to keep that in mind if I take one on in a fight."
He smiled as he looked at her. She was always thinking about tactics, she always would, he figured. "Yeah, they're different all right. I actually flew into Toronto."
"They can fly... Like a bat?" She looked at him incredulously. Putting down her comb, she scooted back into his arms. She sighed, as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt his deep chest shake with the chuckle at his words.
"No, it's not like anything you'd ever imagine. He just sort of sped through the air. But, back to Dru, it worked alright?"
"Well, as alright as it gets around an insane vampiress from the 19th Century. But she seems to have bonded with Janette. I think she'll be able to make her mind. Hard to believe. And, Dru really was a help. She didn't have to tell anyone about the vision. I really got the impression that she'd spooked Janette. Dr. Lambert, though, I think she was skeptical."
"That makes sense. Dr. Lambert is a scientist, she probably doesn't believe in such things. Janette, though, has lived through the centuries. People from before the Age of Reason tend to accept such things easier." He leaned down to nibble her ear. The smell tickling his nose was starting to inflame his senses.
She giggled. "Stop that. We're talking."
"Mmmm." He moved lower, his hands untying the robe at her waist. He felt her wriggle against him, he groaned at the feel of her lovely bottom grinding against his all too inflamed arousal. He nipped at her neck playfully with his blunt human teeth. Time for the fangs would come later.
Buffy nearly screamed when she felt his teeth nip at her neck. Oh, God. She could hear the low growl emanating from the back of his throat. She moaned in response and stretched upwards, locking her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Part Four
LaCroix was laying back on the bed in Natalie's guest room. He couldn't sleep. His mind was far too alert. She was out there. She should be with him. He groaned out loud as he thought of her. Drusilla. It was all too complicated. She was all he had thought of as he rushed to the underground tunnels where the fight had taken place. He would've torn anyone that touched her apart. His childer were there as well, but he was concerned for them? No!
He tossed in the bed, the frustration apparent on his face. If she'd been human, this would've been over long ago. He would've taken her, turned her... LaCroix started to feel dizzy, his head was feeling very heavy. What was this? He looked at the glass of sherry at the bedside table. No, it couldn't be! He hadn't had nearly enough to affect him so. Another wave of light-headedness swept over him and he collapsed backwards on the bed. Struggling to get up, he...
Lucien, Lucy! Stop struggling, you naughty, naughty boy. I'm trying so hard and you're playing hard to get! Naughty boy! Dru will have to punish you! Yes, yes, she will.
He was stunned. He looked carefully from side to side. He'd heard her, but she wasn't here. He couldn't see her, couldn't smell her. He felt her, though, as if she was in the room with him. It was if he could actually feel her small hands on his chest. He tried once again to struggle to get up...
Naughty, naughty boy! If you're not good, you'll be punished! Yes, you will. I'm here to give you a treatie for being such a lovely knight coming to my rescue, and you're resisting. Now, what should I do? Hmmm...
He was pushed suddenly onto his back. He tried to move, this was all so very strange. He must be mad. That could be the only thing. He was hearing her in his head. This whole circumstance was completely impossible. He froze. His pants were being unfastened, unzipped, and then they were slowly... excruciatingly slowly... slipped off. And, still he felt her hands. He could swear that he even smelled her scent. Oh, by Jupiter! What in the name of all the gods was happening to him? Could he be delirious? He had been exposed to those strange creatures... and their blood... could this be a side effect?
He groaned as he felt a strange wetness in his ear. He arched his back and flailed helplessly. He tried to get his hands, his teeth, on the very female presence he was being exposed to. It was sheer torture. She was having all the fun... and he couldn't do a thing. All he could do was feel... oh, by Hades, could he feel! His shirt was now being slowly unbuttoned. He jumped at every sensation. Now, he could feel her fangs biting into his chest. He was being destroyed by degree. And, he was very, very aroused.
So, was she, he thought suddenly. He even imagined he was smelling her now. He imagined he could smell her arousal. Oh, gods! He could feel her moving down his chest. He could feel her long hair tickling his thighs as she... Jupiter, Mars, and Poseidon! He arched up violently and screamed.
That's such a good boy, Lucy.
Part Five
Natalie sat bolt upright at the sound of LaCroix's scream. Jumping up, she ran down the hallway to the guest room. One part of her brain screamed that it was not a smart idea to burst in on a vampire. However, the doctor insisted that she had to help him no matter what. She paused for just a moment before throwing open the door to guest room. What she saw froze her in her steps...
There was LaCroix laying prone on the bed. His shirt had been unbuttoned and was flung open. His pants had been dragged down around his ankles. All this left exposed a very naked and very, very aroused LaCroix. It was like a train wreck, Natalie just couldn't turn away. At first, she thought he was masturbating. But that wasn't the case at all. He seemed to be completely at the mercy of whatever he was experiencing. It was as if there was something.. or someone else... in the room. And, whatever it was, it was really giving him a going-over.
His arms seemed to be flailing constantly, seeking something. Natalie watched him fascinated, she just couldn't leave. She flushed as she felt the familiar feeling of a warm, wetness between her legs. Oh, dear God. She backed up against the wall, her hand going subconsciously to herself. Her eyes grew wide as she watched as LaCroix began to thrust more and more urgently into.. well, nothing. His hands were clenched into fists in the sheets. She started to caress herself in time with his thrusts. One. Two. Three. Oh, God, what is happening here? He began to thrust faster, and her hand matched his beats. Then, he screamed as his seed came spilling out.
Natalie screamed as well. She looked back over to the bed, LaCroix was collapsed, exhausted. To her eyes, he appeared asleep.. or dead. She could still smell the distinct smell of his semen in the room. She could still hear the echo of his scream. "Drusilla."