Well, it happened again. I heard a song and the story
just popped into my head. This was written in just two
hours so it‘s not beta-read or anything.

Disclaimer: Nick and LC are property of Sony and TPTB.
Just borrowing them for awhile.

Permission to archive granted to Fanfic 2, Jadfe, the
FTP site and anyone who likes it

Haunted
by Luc, May 2003

He stared ahead, eyes unfocused. The glare of the
winter sunlight on the snow made him squint. One
should think that he would have gotten used to it by
now, but it still hurt his eyes.
He tried to remember why he had come back here? How
many years? Ten? He wasn‘t really sure. He didn‘t even
know if Lacroix was still here.
The Raven didn‘t look different from the outside. Only
the patrons looked younger. Only they weren‘t. It was
him. He was older. For a tiny moment he wasn‘t sure if
it wasn‘t better to turn around and just walk away
again.

*long lost words whisper slowly to me
*still can't find what keeps me here
*when all this time i've been so hollow inside
*i know you're still there

Then he took a deep breath, reached into his coat
pocket and fished out his old key. It was rusty and he
seriously doubted that it would fit the lock. Surely
the locks had been replaced after so many years. But
to his astonishment the key slid in smoothly and the
Raven‘s back door opened. He stepped into the once
familiar room and was swallowed by pitch-black
darkness. He closed the door behind him and simply
remained where he stood, his eyes fighting to adjust
to the sudden change of light.
He couldn‘t make out if the interior had changed, but
it still smelled and felt the same. He sighed heavily.
It was like coming home. Strange, yet familiar.

Slowly he made his way across the room, hoping that he
wouldn‚t trip over something
unexpected in the middle of the dance floor.

*watching me wanting me
*i can feel you pull me down
*fearing you loving you
*i won't let you pull me down

Lacroix woke with a start. There had been a noise from
the club. The distinct sound of a key opening the back
door. He was out of bed in an instant. He slipped on a
robe and went for the door. Before he opened it, he
stopped to listen again. He could hear hesitant
footsteps from the main room. Someone was trying hard
not to make a sound. But his ears would detect even
the tiny heartbeat of a mouse, well, if there had been
any. Instead he heard the irregular and rapid
heartbeat of an obviously nervous mortal. A thief.
Lacroix was just about to slip out the door to make
the intruder his breakfast when he stopped dead in his
tracks.
The heartbeat seemed familiar. An astonished gasp
escaped Lacroix and he had to steady himself against
the wall. He had heard this heartbeat with its special
cadence for the last time over eight centuries ago.
After that this heart had beat in the same slow rhythm
as his. Until…
It was him. Nicholas. What was he doing here of all
places?
Lacroix stealthily walked down the stairs to the dark
bar, although he was sure that Nicholas with his
diminished mortal senses wouldn‘t be able to detect
him anyway.

There he was.
Lacroix didn‘t need light to see the change in him.
Nicholas had aged. In human years he must now be about
forty-five. He was almost the same age that he himself
had been when Divia had brought him across.
Nicholas‘ hair was still wavy and thick, but at the
temples the first strands of silver mixed with the
gold. There were lines around his eyes and his mouth.
Nicholas looked by all means very tired.
Still his heartbeat sang in Lacroix‘s ears, and the
sweet smell of the mortal blood forced a low growl
from his throat. The figure on the dance floor
flinched at the sound and the smell of fear permeated
the room.

*hunting you i can smell you - alive
*your heart pounding in my head

>Lacroix, is that you?<

There was a tremor in Nicholas‘ voice. It was clear
that he was afraid. He was no longer able to feel him
and he couldn‘t be sure that he wouldn‘t be attacked
by any other vampire in the club. There weren‘t many
left who knew Nick as his former son. Most of those
had moved on long ago.

Lacroix stepped up behind him and he could feel the
tension in Nicholas‘ muscles. He was fighting to hide
the fear.

>Nicholas. What a surprise to see you again. And in
here of all places.<

Nick wiped the perspiration from his face. The feeling
of seeing his old master again was almost
overwhelming. He sighed relief that Lacroix didn‘t
show immediate anger at his being here. But as always
Lacroix‘s mind was unreadable.

>Lacroix, I need to talk to you.<
>Ahh, talk. You haven‘t felt like talking to me for a
decade, Nicholas. Why now?<
>Please!<
>Well, come on then, let‘s go to my room.<

Lacroix took him by the arm and led him through the
dark club to the backroom.
He switched on the light and Nick could see that at
least this room hadn‘t changed.
Not much anyway.

Lacroix shut the door and turned to Nick.
>Well, why have you come back after all this time,
Nicholas? After making sure that Aristotle covered
your tracks so that even I couldn‘t follow you. And
believe me, I did try to find you.<
Nicholas only stared at the ground.
>Where did you go?<
>Minneapolis.<
>Minneapolis? Why there of all places, Nicholas?<
>Nat found a job there in the forensics department lab
and I got a post teaching archaeology.<
>And now you‘ve gotten homesick and wanted to visit
your old *hunting grounds* again, hm?<

Nick could hear the irony in Lacroix‘s voice. But he
met his gaze and in a steady voice replied, >Yes.<
He had rarely seen his *master* baffled, but now
seemed to be one of these moments.
>And what does your *wife* say to your sudden fit of
nostalgia, Nicholas?*
Nick swallowed hard and steadied his voice.
>She‘s no longer my wife, Lacroix.<

Lacroix arched his eyebrows in surprise.
>What, no *house, two kids and a dog* idyll for you?<
>Please, Lacroix, for once try not to ridicule me.<





Haunted 2/2
by Luc, May 2003

Nick had spoken with so much pain in his voice that
Lacroix didn‘t press any further. In- stead he
motioned to Nick to sit down. Then he went to the mini
bar and got himself a glass of the house special and a
double scotch for Nick. He handed him the glass and
for a moment his fingers touched Nick‘s. His son‘s
(funny that he should still call him that) fingers
were warm. He found that very appealing.
He looked encouragingly at Nicholas.
Nick downed the liquor in one gulp and found the
burning sensation in his throat soothing.
>We‘re divorced, Lacroix. She left me two years ago.<
>What happened, Nicholas?< Lacroix‘s voice was full of
real concern.
>We were happy in the beginning I guess. But then we
found out that we couldn‘t have children. I‘m not able
to…you know.< Nick blushed.
>And after some time … I started to yearn for my old
life, I got bored on my job and with my life, there
were other women … and … I could never forget you. One
day Nat found out that I still kept the tapes of your
shows in the car and your picture in one of my
drawers. Then one night …,< Nick got up and came over
to where Lacroix stood, >… I called your name in my
sleep … and it wasn‘t a nightmare, Lucien.“

Nick‘s voice had grown husky while talking.
>I have been living a lie all those years, Lacroix. I
want to come back.<
>Why should I take you back, Nicholas? You‘ve betrayed
our kind once, you have shunned the gift I had given
you.<
>And I was a fool for doing so. I want you to bring me
back across, Lucien.<

Nick was coming even closer. The heat his body
radiated was enticing. Lacroix knew that Nick was
trying to seduce him. But he would be damned if ….
He couldn‘t finish the thought as he felt Nick‘s lips
on his own. A warm kiss, a loving kiss. Only for a
second Lacroix tensed, then he wrapped his arms around
Nick and pulled him close. The kiss deepened and he
opened his mouth to Nicholas‘ searching tongue. The
heat, the sheer heat ….
Nick was moaning and pressing himself against him.
Finally he let go and stepped back, panting. He
loosened the collar of his shirt and bared his throat
to Lacroix.
>Take me back, Lacroix.<
>I will, Nicholas.<
He pulled his son back into his arms and again they
kissed. Lacroix revelled in the feel of Nick‘s mortal
body, the smell, the warmth.
He grabbed Nick‘s wrist and slowly tore into it with
his fangs. Nick gasped at the pain and closed his eyes
as he felt the pull of his blood being sucked out. His
other hand  clenched in the fabric of Lacroix‘s shirt.

*watching me wanting me
*i can feel you pull me down
*saving me raping me
*watching me

Lacroix let go of Nick‘s wrist. He had tasted that
sweet nectar again, a taste he had longed for ever
since Nick had abandoned the fold.
He relieved Nick of his shirt and Nick did the same
for him. Never had he felt the coolness of his father
as intensively as this. The smooth marble like-skin
came alive under his hands. How he had missed this,
nothing ever came close.
He felt Lacroix‘s hand on his erection and pressed
himself into the touch. He was so hard
that it hurt.
So he shed his pants quickly and went over to
Lacroix‘s rumpled bed.
He watched as Lacroix undressed. What a splendid sight
his *master* (for he had never ceased to think of him
that way) was. As hard and perfect as always. He
himself had changed. He had taken care of his body,
exercised and kept fit, but he had changed
nonetheless.

Lacroix walked over to the bed and stood before Nick.
Without any word, Nick took Lacroix‘s magnificent cock
into his mouth and started to suck gently. The taste
of bloody precome felt strange to him. It now held no
memories or emotions but that was about to change
again.
Lacroix knitted his fingers into the silky hair of
Nick‘s head.

>Oh, Nicholas, you haven‘t forgotten.<
>How could I ever forget, Lacroix.<

He took more of the cool flesh into his mouth. He
couldn‘t be as rough as he used to do it before. Now
he had to stop every now and then to breathe. Finally
Lacroix pulled his head away.

>I want you as a mortal before I bring you back over,
Nicholas.<
With that it was Nick‘s turn to writhe under Lacroix‘s
oral attentions. He came violently and Lacroix flashed
him a satisfied grin.
>You taste exquisite, mon amant. Now lie back.<

Lacroix bit his finger and used the blood to wet his
shaft. Nick tried to relax, but the sheer anticipation
made him twitch with lust.
He needed to take control here, else it would be too
painful. He breathed deeply, fully aware that the
number of breaths were counted. Only a few more
minutes and he would die for the second time.

Slowly Lacroix opened him up and came inside him,
filling the void that had been looming like an abyss
below him all of these years.
Nick arched his back and took up the same rhythm that
Lacroix established. They climbed the hill together
and Lacroix relished the silky feel of his son‘s
muscles around his cock. There were no inhibitions in
Nick. He had given himself up to his passion
completely. His breathing had become erratic and he
was nearing climax. Lacroix prepared to strike.

Nick felt it coming. Like a dark wave rushing over
him. He cried out as he felt Lacroix‘s fangs enter his
neck, felt his come spurt over both their bellies and
the cool release of his father inside of him. Then
warm comforting darkness enveloped him and he went
limp in Lacroix‘s embrace.

***

He remembered the deserted plane. It wasn‘t the first
time he had been here. There was the door, the shining
light, ready to welcome him, but he turned his back to
it. He knew what he wanted.

He wanted forever.

-End-

Lyrics: Haunted by Evanesence © 2003 Wind-Up Records

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