Subj: DKFIC: Adult: (K)nightfall Blood-Tryst - part 1/6
Date: 97-04-05 14:52:30 EST
This is fanfiction based on characters created by J. Parriott and B. Cohen for the TV
series Forever Knight and no copyright infringement is intended.
copyright Ro Hart - April 1997
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For Eloise - Happy Birthday!
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(K)nightfall Blood-Tryst - part 1/6
by Roberta Hart
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It was late. Soleil had been up since dawn and it was now after midnight. After working at
the lab her full shift and filling in for someone else, she was ready to drop. As she was
driving home, she turned on her FK-CD. It relieved her tension, but made her eyes droop.
Sol pulled the car off the freeway and stopped at a 24-hour Shop 'n Go for a large soda,
heavy on the caffeine. As she pulled back on the highway, she thought she heard a noise.
She turned her radio down to listen. Did she hit a squirrel or something? As she looked in
her rear-view mirror to check, she was appalled to see a pair of bright, glowing green
eyes staring back at her. She let out an involuntary shriek, but when she pulled sharply
over and stopped the car, she was relieved to find that it was just a stray cat. Some old
tabby, black as night with great, green eyes. It stared at her, terrified and let out a
hiss, followed by a kind of choked "mrrr".
Sol pulled the car further off the road and turned to bend over the back seat. The cat let
out another half-hearted hiss and tried to swipe her with its claws, but she picked it up
by the scruff and pulled it closer. It was younger than she'd first thought. A
half-starved kitten, its matted fur puffed out in fear. Gently, she began to pet it,
examining it for scars or a collar or something.
"Shhh, calm down, little one," she murmured to it. "I won't hurt you. Where
the hell did you come from?" She found a collar on the cat - it was frayed and loose.
The I.D. tag on it was scratched and worn, but she made out some markings. She'd need
better light to read them. She pulled the collar off and put it in her pocket.
"You must have been lurking at that store just waiting for an old softy like me to
come along, huh? Don't worry, baby. We'll find your owner." She petted it as she
talked. As soon it calmed down, it let out a huge yawn, and chirruped at her again. Then
it settled down to sleep in the seat next to her. "Well, looks like I've got a
boarder tonight," she sighed to herself. The cat didn't wake up all the way home.
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When she walked in her door, she took it straight to her bathroom and gave it a thorough
cleaning - head to tail. It didn't like that much! It hissed and spat and tried to escape,
but Sol was quicker. After a while, the cat submitted, but with an air of injured dignity.
When Soleil was done, she towel-dried it, then brushed its fur to silkiness while the room
heater hummed and the coils glowed. Its black fur was like heavy velvet. But it was so
thin! Sol took special care to croon softly to the cat as she groomed it. It was purring
up a storm when she took it to the kitchen, opened up some leftover chicken and cut off a
large helping for the two of them. They ate in companionable silence while she chatted to
the cat again.
"Hmmm, let's see. You're female, about 6 months old I'd guess. You're a stray, but
you're obviously used to humans.." She bent to pet the cat while it was eating, but
it hissed at her and batted her hand away. "Whew! Feisty too!" she laughed.
"I think I'll call you Janette!" The cat finished her dinner and daintily began
to wash her paws.
"Let me see what this tag says," she said, carrying it to the brightest light in
the room. She saw the initials "NBK" and an odd phone number. (Well! This cat
must have hitched quite a few rides!) she thought to herself. Certainly not a local
number. She'd check on it in the morning. Sol looked at the clock. It was well past 2:00
A.M.
Soleil went to the living room and sat on the sofa. What a day it had been! And now, she'd
have to find this cat's owner. She hoped it wouldn't take too long - she surely couldn't
keep Janette for long with her crazy work hours!
As she stretched out on the couch, thinking fondly of her warm bed, Janette came in from
the kitchen and boldly crawled onto her lap. She absently petted it and they both drifted
off to sleep.
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(Knightfall Blood-Tryst - part 2/6
Ro Hart (Roandshan@aol.com)
copyright April 1997
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When Soleil woke the next morning, she was surprised to find herself and the cat on the
couch. "Gosh! I must have been tired last night!" she exclaimed. Janette yawned
and stretched. "Well, girl, I'll call your owner during breakfast. I'm sure he or she
is worried about you."
As she went to her bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed for the day, Sol noticed a few
odd things. First of all, on her night stand she found a necklace that she'd been missing
for weeks. She found that three dirty socks from the living room had been placed neatly in
the bathroom sink. Then she noticed an old newspaper had been pulled down from the
countertop and deposited in the tub. It was shredded, as if by claws, and smelled of
excrement. The toilet paper had been unrolled too, as if Janette had played with it during
the night.
"Oh, my gosh!" Sol exclaimed. "Janette!" she called. The cat was
sitting in the hallway, calmly washing herself. "Did you do all this?" she asked
it. Janette just blinked at her, then continued washing. "I can't believe it!"
said Soleil. "You're not only paper-trained, you clean up after me!" She bent to
pet the cat, laughing. "Thank you so much, you sweetie! I'm so sorry! I was so tired
last night, it didn't occur to me to let you out to go pee." What a clever animal!
she mused to herself as she showered and dressed. Whoever her owner was, they were very
lucky!
In the kitchen, Sol got herself some coffee and a bowl of milk for the cat and dialed the
number on Janette's frayed collar. The phone on the other end rang, then an answering
machine came on:
"Hi, I'm either in bed or incommunicado, so leave your message after the beep."
Soleil was so shocked and amused by the recording she almost forgot what to say. Then she
cleared her throat and spoke, "Uh, yeah, my name is Soleil Nesbett. I found your cat,
or rather, she found me. She's okay, but a bit starved. Please call me back as soon as you
can so we can arrange to get her home to you." She gave her home and work numbers,
both of which would activate her pager, and hung up. "I can't believe it!" she
said to Janette. "It's another FK fan! He's got a great message!" She was still
chuckling when her phone rang suddenly. She dove for it and mumbled, "Hello?"
The voice on the other end almost made her drop the phone. She fell into the nearest
chair, weak-kneed.
"Hello, this is Nick Knight. You say you found my cat?"
(This has got to be a colossal joke!) her mind screamed at her, but she managed to keep
her voice even. "Uh, Mr.Knight?"
"Detective Knight. I'm a cop." was his reply.
She was further stunned. (A joke. It _has_ to be a practical joke!) Soleil stammered back,
"Uh, yeah, sorry. Well, I was driving home last night and I found your cat had
slipped into my car. She's here with me now. Can you tell me where you live so I can
either drop her off or have her shipped?" She wasn't surprised at his answer.
The familiar voice answered, "I'm in Toronto, Canada."
(Of course!) she thought to herself.
Nick continued, "Where do you live?"
(This can _not_ be for real!!) She felt like jumping up and down, screaming with
excitement. Sol told him where she lived.
Nick paused for a moment, then he said, "Well, it just so happens that I'll be in
that area this weekend...for business. So I'll swing by and pick her up then, say,
Saturday night?"
She gave him directions to her house, then they hung up. She still sat in the chair,
gripping the phone like it was a cobra. Could this be for real? She didn't know what to
think. If it was a practical joke, it was a great one! And she'd kill to find out if this
was really, truly Nicholas deBrabant, Nick Knight, Toronto P.D, vampire cop!!
Sol hurriedly called a friend of hers on the DK-loop and told her the whole story.
"Well," answered her friend, "you'll know tomorrow if it's a hoax."
"Tomorrow!! Yikes! It's Friday today, isn't it?" She suddenly realized she and
Janette had already wasted half a day. "Omigosh! I gotta clean up this place and be
sure to have some....some stuff on hand...just in case its really _him_!!"
"Well, be sure you don't accidentally serve him Ribena or Cran-Currant juice by
mistake! Those spit-take stains are really hard to get out of the carpet!" laughed
her friend.
"Thanks a heap," Soleil replied, semi-sarcastically. "I gotta go see the
butcher. Maybe he'll have something on hand."
"Yeah, right," said her friend before hanging up, "tell him you're making
blood-sausage or something."
(Right), thought Soleil, switching off. (Forget the bovine blood! Just get human! He's a
changed vampire. I know it!) An evil grin spread across her face at a new thought. (And if
I play my cards right, by the end of the night, he'll be sipping from _me_!)
Sol put the phone down and started running around the room, cleaning as she went. Janette
looked on, bored, and lay down on the window-ledge for a nap in the sun.
"I'm seeing Nicky in the eeve-ning! Ding-dong the bells are gonna chiiime!" she
sang to herself as she scurried to and fro, the wide, evil grin still plastered on her
face.
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(K)nightfall Blood-Tryst - part 3/6
Ro Hart (Roandshan@aol.com)
copyright April 1997
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Saturday afternoon found Soleil frantically stocking her cupboards with odds and ends.
Shopping usually calmed her nerves and focused her, but she was anything but calm today.
Nick was coming! Here! Tonight!! She had all her favorite CDs ready to go in the player.
She'd also obtained some bottles of human blood. She had...connections in her line of
work.
Of course, she'd rather Nick sipped from her, but since they were hardly acquaintances, it
might not ever come to that. Damn! The thought of what he could do to her...do _with_
her...made her shiver with desire.
Soleil had to calm down. She sat in the rocker with Janette in her lap, brushing and
stroking the cat's fur until it gleamed. She pulled out a red velvet choker from her
dresser drawer and slipped it around Janette's neck. "There! Don't you look
lovely?"
Then she noticed the clock. It was 4:00 PM. Time to get ready for Nick. He'd be here
shortly after sundown. She sipped a Ribena & wine cooler on ice as she brushed her
hair and put on a low-cut silk blouse over her favorite jeans. If only she had a video
camera! She'd love to tape this evening for her FK friends, but maybe it was safer that
she didn't. If Nick was real, the Enforcers were real. And they'd make mincemeat out of
her if she had physical evidence of their existence. Soleil felt another, less pleasant,
shiver of fear run through her heart. But her desire to see Nick over-ruled her sense of
danger. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. Would he?
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A little while later, the scene was set. Soleil and Janette were as ready as they could
be. Her favorite soft music was playing. The lights were low and a fire burned in the
fireplace. Soleil was still a little fidgety, despite her drink. The cat looked regal, not
a whisker out of place, as it sat on a sofa cushion, eyes half-slit.
The doorbell rang at 6:05 PM. Soleil dashed to get it, but before she opened it, she
slowed her breathing and slipped into "professional mode" - which usually made
her the center of calm at work when her patients got a little out-of-hand. She opened the
door.
Nick stood there, in a black leather jacket, electric-blue shirt and black jeans. His hair
shone golden in the porch light. His eyes matched the brilliant blue of his shirt, and
when he smiled that charming smile of his, Soleil had to bite the inside of her cheek to
stop herself from grinning back at him like a maniac. Her voice didn't shake as she
murmured, "Det. Knight? Nice to meet you. Won't you come in?"
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Nick nodded his thanks to her and entered. Soleil took his jacket, marveling at the supple
coolness of it as she hung it over a chair. She turned back to him and said, "I
wouldn't have pegged you as a cat-person, detective. Dogs? Yes. But cats?" Sol let
the sentence trail off there to see what he'd say.
"Well," he admitted, "she's sort of "on-loan" - a friend of mine
had to relocate and he asked if I could care for her until he settled in. Then he'd send
for her."
"Oh, that's awfully nice of you to do," said Sol. Then, she found herself
grinning at the scene before her.
The little black cat had leaped off the couch and was making chirruping noises at Nick as
it weaved an ecstatic dance around his ankles. He looked faintly embarrassed as he knelt
to pick her up. "I see she's none the worse for wear, for all she's traveled,"
he said, smiling at Soleil. "Thank you so much for finding her. I hope Ebony wasn't
any trouble."
The feel of his approval was so heady - Soleil found that despite her best intentions, she
was grinning back at Nick. At this point, she'd sooner swallow a rat than contradict him.
And, the cat's manners _had_ been exceptional. "Oh, no, she was an angel. Did....did
you say her name was...Ebony?" She was a little disappointed. "I hope I haven't
confused her while she was here. I've been calling her...uh...something else."
"Oh? What?" asked Nick, putting the cat back down. It sat at his feet, purring
madly.
Soleil was suddenly embarrassed. "It's...not important," she dodged the
question. "Oh....I'm forgetting my manners! Would you care for something to drink,
detective?"
His eyes twinkled, but he said, "No, thank you. I'm fine. And call me Nick."
She moved to the couch and he sat across from her on a chair. She sipped her wine-cooler
as he filled the awkward silence. "So, Ms. Nesbett, you have a lovely home."
"Thanks, Nick," she managed. "And you can call me Sol."
" 'Soul'?" he repeated, confused.
"Um, no, S O L : Soh-L" she enunciated slowly. She was warmed by his smile and
relaxed enough to grin back at him. The incongruity of a creature of the night socializing
with a woman named for the Sun didn't escape her. It was so bizarre! "My full name is
Soleil."
His expression mirrored hers, with an ironic twist to his lips. "A beautiful
name."
"Thank you." Sol sipped more wine.
Nick watched as Ebony padded up to his chair and leaped onto the back of it, settling down
near his shoulder like a guardian. He absently reached up to scratch her ears, then asked,
"If you don't mind my asking, Sol, what is it you do that you were out so late - and
just in time to rescue this little miscreant?"
"I work at a medical lab." Soleil couldn't resist the opening, so she took it.
"My more obnoxious clients call me a vampire." The abrupt wariness in Nick's
expression made her hurry to explain. "I'm a Phlebotomist and a technologist. I draw
people's blood for testing and run it through a series of checks, depending on whatever
the patients' physicians are looking for."
Nick relaxed and nodded slightly. "I'm sure that 'vampire' joke gets old after a
while?"
"Yeah, it really does. I've drawn blood from many different places, but never their
necks. Although," she added, smiling, "I have been tempted from time to
time!"
The expression on his face was priceless. Soleil was light-headed from holding back her
laughter and feeling very reckless. Did she dare go any further? "I imagine you've
seen more than your share of blood in your line of work?"
His eyes went slightly hooded, but he said evenly, "Yes. Its ... unnerving
sometimes."
Coughing, Soleil quickly excused herself, rushed into the kitchen and turned on the water
to muffle her hysterical reaction. She knew full well that he could probably hear her
laughter, and was no doubt mystified by it. To cover, she rummaged through the cupboards.
"Are you all right?" he called.
"Fine!" she sang out. "I'll be right back!"
Soon she was carrying out a tray of snacks. As she laid it on the coffee table, she said,
"Just help yourself, Nick."
Then she dashed back to the kitchen and got out two of the special bottles of blood and a
wine goblet. As she did so, a sudden rush of nerves and sexual tension hit her, and she
had to stop moving or collapse. When she was calmer, she went to the sink & splashed
some cold water on her face, then wiped herself dry with a towel.
(_What_am I doing?!) her mind screamed at her, but it was too late. She heard him call,
"You need any help in there?"
"No!" she yelped. She put the blood and the goblet on her best silver tray. Then
she set her shoulders and re-entered the living room, carrying the tray aloft like she
bore the head of John the Baptist. She set it down before Nick with a flourish, stared him
right in the eyes and said, "I think this will be more to your liking, Nick."
She sidled away from him, watching closely all the while. She sat on the corner of the
couch farthest away from him.
Nick reached for one of the bottles, but she could tell he already sensed what was in
them. "Blood?" he asked coolly. "Is this the sort of joke your clients at
work are so fond of ?"
She froze under his gaze, but kept her resolve. "No," she replied softly.
"I...I really wanted to show you...how much I...how happy I am to help you. And, I've
always wanted to meet you."
His expression was puzzled, but she rushed on, "You see, I _know_ you're a vampire.
And, I'm a Resister. But I...I'm loyal and I'd _never_ endanger you or the
Community."
Nick was coldly calm. "What are you saying? I'm a what?? This is some joke,
right?" His gaze grew darker, more dangerous. Soleil couldn't move.
The small cat at his shoulder had run away at the tone of his voice. Soleil wished she'd
had the courage to follow Jan...er...Ebony.
But, her body was frozen in place, while her voice just babbled away, "There's a lot
more of us out there than you realize! But don't worry, you're safe! Nobody would _ever_
believe us, and besides, none of us would ever tell. We might have our differences, but we
all agree on one thing: that you're an exceptional man and an honorable vampire. We
believe in you. We admire you. I...I love you." The last words were out of her mouth
before she could stop them. Suddenly out of breath and words, Sol just sat there, pinned
beneath his gaze.
"_Love_ me??" he sneered. "We've just met!! You don't even _know_ me!"
Sol looked into his eyes and saw the tension, the very real underlying threat in his face.
He _could_ kill her. If he couldn't guarantee her complete cooperation, the Enforcers
would do the job for him. She had to be very, very careful.
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Nick was fuming, "If you had _any_ sense, you'd be running the other way so fast your
soul couldn't catch you!!" The anger in his voice made her flinch, but Soleil
answered him as best she could.
"_I_ know you, Nicholas." She felt like crying, but held herself in check.
"We _all_know you. We care so much about you. We only want what's best for you."
"Hah! I've heard _that_ one before!" he muttered. His voice was harsh with
sarcasm. "You must be mad! Do you hear yourself? You and these 'others' _love_ me??
What others? How many are there? Are all of you delusional?"
Just then, he moved so fast she never even saw it, but suddenly he was on her, pinning her
to the couch as he gripped her arms tightly. His eyes had glints of gold in them. The
rapid pounding of her heart, the fear, the adrenaline rush in her blood sang to his
vampiric senses. Nick's fangs throbbed in his jaw as his anger mounted.
"Resister or not, you _will_ tell me who else knows my true nature! I refuse to be
destroyed by the Enforcers because of a pack of romantically-addled, gothic-loving,
vampire-wanna-bees who think my life is some sort of voyeuristic game!" His voice was
harsh and threatening.
Sol flinched, dropped her eyes and mumbled, "We're the...um, Dark side of your
faithful Knighties." She looked up quickly to see Nick's expression. Apparently, this
was the _last_ thing he'd expected her to say!
"Shit!" he swore. "Not another one! Is there a War going on or
something?" he demanded.
"No! Not that I know of !" she gasped.
Nick rolled his eyes and shook his head, but still held her fast in his grip.
Soleil felt brave enough to continue, "Our Code states that we should encourage you
to give up searching for a "cure" and re-embrace your vampiric nature, while
still maintaining your vow not to kill. To re-learn how to _sip_ the blood, not drain
mortals to death."
Nick snorted, "You're a little late! I already know _that_ lesson! And besides, I'm
off the cow blood! I've been off it for a year!"
"Oh, we know!" Sol explained, "We were just so tired of seeing you kill
yourself slowly with that...bovine starvation diet. We love you best as what you really
are: a vampire."
Nick was exasperated. "Love? That's infatuation! What a feeble mortal weakness to
offer to a vampire!" Then, suddenly, he got angry. "And who the hell are _you_
to judge me? Until you've seen all the things I've seen in 800 years, you can't even begin
to comprehend my existence!" His words were heavy with sarcasm. The feral look on his
face and the golden gleam in his eyes told Soleil she was dancing too close to the edge.
She trembled in his grasp, staring up at this regally arrogant, other-worldly creature
before her. He was hot death in an ice-cold-second. He was above her kind. Beyond her ken.
The natural Predator cornering his reluctant prey. She felt a hot rush of desire for him,
attracted to his danger like a moth to a flame.
But deep in her soul, she also knew the human qualities in Nick which enabled him to
control the Beast, to sip and not kill. To feel compassion and wonder and even joy in the
frail mortals around him. The Raptor-Prince flying down to catch a flower in its claw, and
not crush it. To even cherish those few mortals he let into his life _because_ they loved
him - claws, fangs and all. Mortals were here and gone like fragile bubbles. He was rock
and stone. Unchanging, but weathered by the stream of mortal lives that flowed around him.
Soleil wanted to convey her comprehension of his nature, but words failed her.
Looking deeply into her eyes, Nick saw that she _did_ know him, in a way. The dichotomies
which had once pulled him back and forth, toward the Light, toward the Dark. And the peace
he'd found since embracing his true nature.
Relenting, Nick released her. His voice was rough with emotion. "If you know what I
am, then you know what I must do, to protect you from the Enforcers."
"I'm a Resister. You can try," she said breathlessly, "but not without my
compliance."
"Then you _must_ submit your will to me," he countered. "You _must_
forget!"
Sol could feel his will pressing on her mind. There was steel in his eyes. For a brief
second, she wanted nothing more than to acquiesce, but she had one more card to play. She
held firm. She had a momentary flash of memory from some long-forgotten English class:
('acquiesce' : "to rest". From the Latin: acquiescere: meaning: "to
die".)
With a shiver, Soleil touched his face and whispered, "I ask for only one
thing."
"Your life?" he asked. The Predator was still there, held at bay by his will.
"One night. With you. And my life at the end." (Though nothing like it was
before!) she reminded herself.
The expression on Nick's face was odd. There was admiration for her audacity, anger with
her impertinence, all tempered with a look of wonder. "Do you realize what you're
asking?" he growled.
"Yes," she said softly. "And I trust your strength, your control and your
discretion. Am I wrong to do so?"
He looked so non-plussed she took pity on him. "You _have_ been
"re-vamping" yourself, haven't you?"
Now Nick grinned, his fangs slightly visible. "You could say that," he replied.
His expression sobered. "I've regained much of my old strength, even with bottled
human blood. To kill for food nowadays is needless." His eyes, though still golden,
were fixed on long-ago memories. "I constantly feared what the next bout of bloodlust
would do to me. Afterwards, like any excess, it paled. Like a drug, the more you do, the
more you crave. And, of course, the guilt drove me mad." He shook his head.
"It's better this way. Even bottled, human blood gives me the strength I need.
And," he added, with a husky whisper, "it's healed my soul."
Sol gave him an impulsive hug, then suddenly, she realized how close his fangs were to her
neck! A sharp shiver and a wave of desire hit her, hard. She pulled back and tried to
lighten the mood a bit.
"I'm so glad! Compared to the real thing, I imagine that bovine blood must have been
worse than those protein-diet-shakes we mortals choke down to lose weight!"
Nick's expression was so full of surprise and chagrin, she had to laugh.
Nick chuckled with her. "Yeah, I've been on diets like that too!"
The sight of his face, so boyish, yet with the hint of fangs and eyes of gold, stilled
her.
Nick sensed it. He slid off the couch onto one knee. He took her hand, kissed it and said,
half-mockingly, "I shall be yours, then, for tonight. In exchange for your life, you
promise to keep my secrets."
"Agreed!" she said. He had powers enough to read the solemn truth in her eyes.
He pulled her closer to him, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
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Nick held Soleil close in his arms. His lips were cold on hers, but she was on fire. Her
heart was pounding but she was ready for whatever happened. His kisses moved from her
mouth to her eyes, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck...
Then, Nick pulled her down from the couch, to lay atop him on the rug before the
fireplace. Sol was so excited by the feel of his lips, his hands. Through his jeans, she
could feel that he was already hard. Quickly she unbuttoned the front of his shirt so she
could touch his soft, cool skin. He nuzzled her face, her chin and neck. Sol felt the
sharpness of his fangs trail across her skin, and she was rocked by a wave of lust and
desire. She clung to him, begging, "Oh, god, Nick! Please, take me!"
But Nick knew what he was doing, and he took his time with her. He rolled her over so now
she was lying on the rug, as he lay next to her. Slowly, he removed her blouse, then her
bra, caressing her skin with his fingers as he did so. He nuzzled and licked her nipples,
then ran his fangs up her torso from navel to throat. When he raised his head, he was
grinning ferally.
Sol was already panting, hot to feel his hands on the rest of her body. She moved to
remove her jeans, but his hand stopped hers. He kissed her palm, caressing her breasts
softly as he spoke.
"Patience is its own reward, my dear." Nick's voice was rough, but his hands
were gentle.
With every touch, she felt her desire mount. He slowly undressed her, kissing and licking
each part of her that he uncovered. Then he shed his clothes. She took in the sight of his
perfect immortal body, like a white marble statue. Tall and strong. A fighters' body with
a poet's face. But that face now glowed with the hypnotic beauty of a Vampire, all golden
eyes and sharp teeth. Glimpsing the intelligence and power behind the wolfish expression,
Sol realized that in that moment, she'd do anything he asked. Anything. Resister or not,
she'd lost her heart, soul and mind to this Eternal Knight.
Nick felt her silent acquiescence and smiled. It would be so easy to force her, but he
admired the way she'd gently seduced him. She and her friends _were_ his Darkest
followers, and he felt just as protective of them as he did their Lighter siblings (who
were, no doubt _very_ disappointed in him by now!) No, he wouldn't have to coerce this
one. She was his, body and soul.
Nick bent his head to taste her. Slowly, he caressed her along the length of her body,
prolonging her sweet agony. She shivered under his touch. Then, with the softest of
scratches, he kissed all her pulse points, lingering over the last one on her inner
thighs. His fangs left a trickle of blood where ever they touched her, and he licked the
blood away.
She was moaning now, lost in passion beneath his teasing assault. Her blood was sweet, her
body warm and ready. He parted her labia and probed her clit rapidly, feather-light with
his tongue. She tensed and bucked her hips, riding the crest of her sudden orgasm. As she
got there, he mounted her, thrusting his penis deep within her. He moved hard and fast
now, causing her to peak again and again. Just then, he felt his own ejaculation begin,
and he swiftly sank his fangs into her sweet flesh. The blood filled his mouth, pushing
him over the edge.
He held on, his body entwined with hers, every thrust of his hips slaking his lust, every
pump of her heart feeding his Beast.
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(K)nightfall Blood-Tryst - part 6/6
Roberta Hart 1997
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They made love all night. Sometimes roughly, passionately; at times slowly, languidly.
Twice, Sol found herself drifting off to sleep for a while, but always waking to find him
there, caressing and arousing her once again. He paused whenever she needed to replenish
her strength, bringing her small amounts of food and drink. He amused her with anecdotes
about sex-play in times long-past, and carried her from the living room to her bedroom
when she was ready. He was funny, charming, gallant & sensual; utterly captivating
her.
Once, while in the bathroom, Sol muzzily glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She had
three bite marks, and there were scratches everywhere, but since he had only sipped from
her, she wasn't in any _real_ physical danger...yet. Was she? Soleil peered closer at her
own reflection. Exhausted? Sure, but the aches and pain, even from his bites, didn't seem
to hurt as much as they should. (Well,) she mused (I must be in shock.) Sol knew she
couldn't keep it up - her mortal body couldn't take much more, but god! how she wanted to!
She now understood how those many, many women in his past had happily died in his arms
with blissful smiles on their faces. She came close to the same impulse several times this
night, but thanks to Nick's superb control and forbearance, she was still alive.
When she returned to him, he was in bed, sipping a large glass of blood. His eyes were
bright blue. He looked very relaxed.
She laid down next to Nick, on her left side, facing him. Idly, she ran her hand along his
side, from shoulder to hip. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his smooth skin. He
somehow seemed warmer. Probably from the blood he was drinking now. She smiled dreamily,
remembering how it felt when he'd sipped from her tonight.
Abruptly, she realized that he'd said something. "Hmmm? I'm sorry," she blushed
and looked back up at his face. "Did you say something?"
Laughing, he said, "I asked: 'How are you?' "
"Ecstatic. Completely satiated. Replete." She had to pause, yawning.
He grinned, "Tired?"
"Exhausted!" she had to admit, laughing too.
Gently, he covered her with a blanket and handed her a glass of juice. She sat up long
enough to drink it all, then snuggled in his arms. "Thanks, I needed that."
"Anything to please you, my Lady-Sun," he smiled, kissing her hair.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily. She felt odd. (Hmm, must be the
sugar-rush hitting me) she mused. It _had_ been a while since she'd eaten anything
substantial.
"Near dawn. I can feel it," he said.
He watched her closely. Her eyelids were drooping, but she fought it. "Will you be
here with me today?"
"Yes. It's too late to find shelter from the dawn. That is, I'll stay if you don't
mind."
"You _know_ I'd love to have you with me forever, Nick," she murmured, drifting
off. "But since I'm not immortal, I'll have to settle for as much time as you'll give
me."
Nick gently kissed her, easing her head onto the pillow beside him. The small amount of
his blood he'd mixed in her cran-currant juice ought to heal her completely by day's end.
Her pain he'd assuaged with a post-hypnotic suggestion during one of their more languid
sessions. (He'd found that she was _most_ vulnerable to his mental powers while deeply in
the throes of passion.) The marks of their love-making would vanish, but the sweet
memories were hers to keep till the end of her life. He knew that, as little as it was,
the blood he'd given her would bind her to him, mind and will and soul. She was his
already, in her heart, but it never hurt to buy a little insurance.
"Cynic!" he whispered to himself. Then, he smiled bitterly. During 800 years,
he'd learned that the incautious vampire was frequently the next pile of ashes baking in
the sun. And he'd gone through too much to risk that fate!
"No, Sun-Child," he said to Soleil, watching her sleep. "Perhaps someday,
some night, I'll come to you and ask if you want to...finish what we've started here. And
by then, you can make the Choice of your own free will, not because you are...enthralled
by me."
Kissing her once again, he turned and composed himself for the dawn, and the dreamless,
lethargic repose that now filled his tranquil days. The last thing he felt was the weight
of a small black cat, settling in his lap, as Ebony purred herself to sleep.
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end of part 6/6