The moment that Nick and Vachon landed in the loft, they both ran for the fridge. Vachon, in his fervor, literally tore the door off of its hinges. Between the two of them, they emptied the entire refrigerator, and it had contained ten bottles.
An hour later, they were both sitting in the living area; Nick in the chair and Vachon on the couch. Both had their last bottle in their hand, and instead of gulping it down like before, they were taking calm sips.
"I'll buy you a new one, I promise."
"It's okay, Vachon. It's just a meaningless appliance."
"You sure mellowed a lot. On any other day, you would have killed me for doing less."
Nick smiled. "Yeah, well, just don't touch the Caddy."
"Agreed." Vachon returned the smile. The grin quickly turned into a look of concern. "What's the real reason you let that S.O.B. go?"
Nick's smile vanished as well. "I felt that I owed him one. For failing him in the past."
"The past?" Vachon questioned. "What past did you two have?"
Nick gave him a puzzled look. "You don't know? Andre is my nephew."
"Your nephew? Well, that explains a lot." Vachon looked at his watch. "I'd better get going. It'll be kinda sunny soon." He started to walk to the elevator door, but he hesitated. "Could you possibly give me Dr. Lambert's number?" he asked Nick. "I think I should apologize for almost trying to kill her."
"I plan on doing the same thing later. I'll tell her you say the same."
Vachon nodded and left through the elevator. Nick went upstairs and planned on taking a nap, but that idea fell through when he saw the huge hole burned into his sheets. Instead, he went back downstairs in order to watch a movie, but he was out cold before the opening credits stopped rolling.
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Andre walked down the alley, trying to decide what to do. One thing kept ringing in his mind: 'I can't believe he let me go.'
He stepped through the police tape that blocked a section of the alley. The smell of old dried blood lingered in his nose. Suddenly, he sensed a strong presence behind him.
When he turned around, he saw two powerful vampires facing him. Andre gulped when he saw the extremely sharp stakes in their hands.
"Hello, Andre," the taller one addressed him, baring his fangs as he spoke. "We've come to talk to you."
The Enforcers advanced on Andre, not giving him a chance to fly off. When Andre's scream rang out, no one heard it.
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The next afternoon, Nick called Natalie and asked her to come over. It took her a while since she had to wait for the bus. It was worth it though. When she opened the door to the loft, she was greeted by Nick and two dozen red roses.
"And to what do I owe this surprise?" she asked, gently accepting the flowers.
"An apology," Nick said. "For almost ruining everything we've worked at."
"Well, I allow a little backsliding for starving vampires," she joked. "But you didn't carry out what you were thinking of doing, and for that I'm impressed."
Natalie took off her coat and sat down on the couch. Nick followed and sat down beside her. A serious expression covered his face. "You saw a side of me that I never wanted anyone to see."
"Well, just don't let it happen again," she told him. "Truth is, you really did scare me. I never thought that you were capable of that kind of violence."
"Neither did I," he added. "I've never been that hungry. Or angry. It was unfortunate that you were the first person to be there."
"How come you didn't attack Vachon?"
"I think we both just wanted to prove Santino wrong. We were both about to lose it though."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I showed up then." Nat stated.
"Yes, it is."
They both smiled at each other. Natalie looked around the loft.
"What happened to your refrigerator?"
"Oh, Vachon says that he's sorry too."
An hour later, they were both sitting in the living area; Nick in the chair and Vachon on the couch. Both had their last bottle in their hand, and instead of gulping it down like before, they were taking calm sips.
"I'll buy you a new one, I promise."
"It's okay, Vachon. It's just a meaningless appliance."
"You sure mellowed a lot. On any other day, you would have killed me for doing less."
Nick smiled. "Yeah, well, just don't touch the Caddy."
"Agreed." Vachon returned the smile. The grin quickly turned into a look of concern. "What's the real reason you let that S.O.B. go?"
Nick's smile vanished as well. "I felt that I owed him one. For failing him in the past."
"The past?" Vachon questioned. "What past did you two have?"
Nick gave him a puzzled look. "You don't know? Andre is my nephew."
"Your nephew? Well, that explains a lot." Vachon looked at his watch. "I'd better get going. It'll be kinda sunny soon." He started to walk to the elevator door, but he hesitated. "Could you possibly give me Dr. Lambert's number?" he asked Nick. "I think I should apologize for almost trying to kill her."
"I plan on doing the same thing later. I'll tell her you say the same."
Vachon nodded and left through the elevator. Nick went upstairs and planned on taking a nap, but that idea fell through when he saw the huge hole burned into his sheets. Instead, he went back downstairs in order to watch a movie, but he was out cold before the opening credits stopped rolling.
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Andre walked down the alley, trying to decide what to do. One thing kept ringing in his mind: 'I can't believe he let me go.'
He stepped through the police tape that blocked a section of the alley. The smell of old dried blood lingered in his nose. Suddenly, he sensed a strong presence behind him.
When he turned around, he saw two powerful vampires facing him. Andre gulped when he saw the extremely sharp stakes in their hands.
"Hello, Andre," the taller one addressed him, baring his fangs as he spoke. "We've come to talk to you."
The Enforcers advanced on Andre, not giving him a chance to fly off. When Andre's scream rang out, no one heard it.
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The next afternoon, Nick called Natalie and asked her to come over. It took her a while since she had to wait for the bus. It was worth it though. When she opened the door to the loft, she was greeted by Nick and two dozen red roses.
"And to what do I owe this surprise?" she asked, gently accepting the flowers.
"An apology," Nick said. "For almost ruining everything we've worked at."
"Well, I allow a little backsliding for starving vampires," she joked. "But you didn't carry out what you were thinking of doing, and for that I'm impressed."
Natalie took off her coat and sat down on the couch. Nick followed and sat down beside her. A serious expression covered his face. "You saw a side of me that I never wanted anyone to see."
"Well, just don't let it happen again," she told him. "Truth is, you really did scare me. I never thought that you were capable of that kind of violence."
"Neither did I," he added. "I've never been that hungry. Or angry. It was unfortunate that you were the first person to be there."
"How come you didn't attack Vachon?"
"I think we both just wanted to prove Santino wrong. We were both about to lose it though."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I showed up then." Nat stated.
"Yes, it is."
They both smiled at each other. Natalie looked around the loft.
"What happened to your refrigerator?"
"Oh, Vachon says that he's sorry too."
