Hunter's Moon

By Shadowstar brightfeather1.geo@yahoo.com

Rating: about PG

Recently been recruited into DarkNN, but is still open
to other options. ;)

This is a crossover.  None of these characters belong
to me--I'm just playing with them for a while.
Archive permission granted for both Fkfiction
archives, the FTP archive, Stacey's site, and anywhere
else for that matter.  My thanks to NiteMar for
betaing this.  Blame this weirdness on too much sleep
deprivation, PEZ, chocolate, Pixie Stixs, and
Kool-Aid.

September 26, 2004

LaCroix skulked in the shadows, watching humanity pass
by on their way home from their mortal jobs.  He had
been watching one of them for quite some time--a
Pulitzer-prize winning reporter for the city's leading
newspaper.  The master vampire was sure that the man's
blood would be delicious.  After all, the other
brilliant humans that he had feasted upon over the
centuries had tasted much better than the dregs of
society that he had been hunting lately.

It had been over a hundred years since he had fed on
anything but bottled blood or the disenfranchised.  He
was hungry, and he longed for the warm, sweet blood of
the man he had been following. LaCroix spotted his
quarry and followed behind at a safe distance, taking
in the man's powerful form dressed in a conservative
business suit.

LaCroix waited until the man ducked into an alleyway
before following him.  With vampire speed, he grabbed
the man and let the heartbeat fill his ears.  "Submit
to me," he said, his eyes glowing gold and his voice
strangely hypnotic.  The young man's brown eyes glazed
over and his head drooped.  As LaCroix bared the young
man's neck, horn-rimmed glasses slid off the man's
handsome face and fell to the ground.

He licked the vein in the man's neck, preparing it for
his final thrust.  Intrigued by the taste, he licked
the man's skin again.  He tasted… different.  The
man's skin had a flavor unlike anything he had ever
sampled before.  A demonic grin lit his face.  If his
skin tasted like *that* then his blood was sure to be
an experience.  LaCroix reared back his head and
chomped down on his dinner only to drop him and
stumble back with a howl of pain.

LaCroix covered his mouth with his hand, and, sparing
a glance at the crumpled form of his intended entrée,
he took off, headed toward his son's new residence.
He flew through the skylight and landed with a soft
thump.  "Niclasss," he called with a lisp, grimacing
at the pain that talking gave him. "Na'lie" he
whimpered, clapping his hand over his injured mouth
once more.

Nick hurried downstairs, his master's pain resonating
through their link.  Nat followed close at his heels
as she straightened her blouse and ran a hand thought
her disheveled hair.  Nat hurried to his side and
gently coaxed LaCroix to let her look at his fangs.
"They're splintered," she informed him.  "And I'm
afraid that there's nothing I can do about it--I may
be a doctor to our kind, but 'dentist' isn't in the
job description."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow and regarded his sire with
a sardonic look.  "Father, I'm afraid it serves you
right.  You should know better than to try hunting… in
Metropolis."

End.

In case ya'll haven't guessed, this was a crossover
with Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.
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