Soul of Redemption By: Cheryl Pillsbury The passage of time has lifted us upward to the clouds of heaven. Crystal blue skies, a few white fluffy clouds to pounce upon, and gentle winds carefully carried the two vampires across the lands of the world to France. They slowly descended, and came across blue- green fields filled with soft pastel flowers in a distant meadow. To the far side, a huge dark-brown tree with almost black bark and dark- pine green leaves moving gently with the cool breeze of the mid- evening sky. An ancient stone castle sat upon the land, mostly intact. Moss, with the hint of rose surrounded it, back walls that had been taken in a war, but still stood the test of time; the castle had definitely showed wear and tear. Far to the left, a raised wooden drawbridge with rusted bolts and chains, a soft pale light was shining through a window trimmed with mold. Inside the room, candles were lit, a table ran along the far wall, it held a bowl of water with three candles behind it, and some towels lay along the left side. A chair stood in the left corner with clothes resting upon it. Off to the side of the window, in a huge bed where Nick was sleeping. His eyes moved rapidly as he watches dream images of his last memory of her lying on the floor, innocent and beautiful; images of that night: the night his true love died by his mouth. A light became brighter as it approached the doorway. LaCroix quietly entered the room with a tray holding a lit candle and two cups of tea. He also carried a bottle of blood for Nick; when he awoke. LaCroix placed the tray on the table, and the bottle by the bedpost. He dampened a towel in the bowl, and rung out the excess. He slowly walked over to Nick, and sat down on the edge of the bed. LaCroix gave him a long stare; he could sense Nick was troubled and saw slight sweat upon his forehead; blood sweat. He folded the towel and touched him in an attempt to calm Nick's mind. Suddenly, Nick jerked his head around; LaCroix, fearful that Nick may hurt himself grabbing his son by the waist. Nick knocked his arms away and quickly sitting up opening his eyes and a primal scream of "NO" filled the room. LaCroix placed a hand on Nick's shoulder in another attempt to give comfort but Nick moved away giving him a fearful look. LaCroix sighed and sat there folding his hands into his lap, regarded Nick with a stern look and cleared his throat. "Nicholas," LaCroix said. LaCroix grabbed hold of the bottle with the blood and handed it slowly to Nick. Nick gave him a look of distrust. "Don't worry Nicholas, its cow's blood," LaCroix reassured him. With shaky hands, Nick took the bottle and gulped down the blood. He exhaled in relief as the pain subsided. He finished the bottle and felt some of his strength return. LaCroix became the annoying father-like person, he normally is. "Are you feeling better?" LaCroix asked. "Yes, thank you," Nick answered. "Why didn't you kill me?" LaCroix leaned back on the bedpost making himself comfortable; and lightly licked his dry lips then stared at Nick. "You were asking me to kill my son," LaCroix hesitated. "I couldn't," LaCroix slowly rose from the bed strolling over to the window to watch the sun set in the far distance. Nick observed every movement he made. LaCroix gave a very sad, but concerned look. Nick was about to speak when a flashback appeared in his mind of the woman he loved most. "Natalie," Nick whispered. LaCroix sighed looking down at the window knowing his words would painfully hurt him. "Yes, I'm afraid so," LaCroix responded. Nick's eyes filled with tears, and held the bottle extremely tight. "By me," Nick said with rage. Nick grabbed hold of the bottle, and angrily threw it up against the castle wall; it shattered. LaCroix glanced over scoffing it off, and gazed at the moon far off to the left. LaCroix strolled to the front of the bed, and stood staring at Nick. "Yes and no." LaCroix paused. Nick gave him that long confused stare in return, "What do you mean?" "She was rendered unconscious by you. After I had rendered you unconscious; I knelt down by her side, and she had one last breath in her." LaCroix explained. "And," Nick continued his need to know. "She said; she forgave you, and that she loved you very much." LaCroix said. LaCroix strolled over, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Nick curled up into a ball with his weary head buried into his knees. LaCroix slightly touched his arm. "I'm sorry, Nicholas," LaCroix apologized. LaCroix rose from the bed quietly leaving the room and Nick alone with his broken heart. Nick fought with his pain and thoughts of Natalie. He slowly lifted his head wiping the tears of sadness from his eyes. Looked around the room; he noticed his clothes on the back of the chair and his shoes just below his feet. He removed the blankets taking a few steps to the chair and grabbed his clothes; got dressed. He zipped up, and slipped his feet into his shoes. He tucked in his shirt, and strolled to the window gazing up at the stars silently sent his love and an apology to Natalie. He walked over to the table carefully picking up a candle and exited the room. He looked to the left; a wall then turned to the right walking down the hallway lit by torches, the painting's had reflected to his past; long past. With each portrait, flashes of an old memory blinked before his eyes which clouded his mind for what waited him. Nick approached the doorway, the light became brighter and brighter. He felt the fear dwelling in him; he hesitated before entering and yet he did. His eyes filled with wonder and amazement as he scanned the room. He could see every crack and light within his sight; it almost overwhelmed his comprehension. He felt the fear, and the warmth of the room. He slowly entered the room lowering the candle blowing it out and placed it on the table. In the far distance, LaCroix was sitting in a red cushioned chair, legs crossed and a book resting in his lap sipping on a dark red wine. A table stood by his side, with a tall lamp above his head. As he sipped the wine noticing Nick in the far distance by the table with the look of fear upon his face. LaCroix closed his book standing up and picked up the other glass of wine. He walked towards Nick, and offered him wine. "Don't worry, its just wine." LaCroix assured him. Nick carefully reached for the wine looking at it and sipped the wine as he stared at LaCroix. LaCroix just sighed at Nick's distrust. LaCroix extended his arm showing Nick the way to the couch. LaCroix led the way, and sat down at one end. Nick followed behind him, and sat at the other end leaving space between them. LaCroix leaned back into the couch crossing his legs and cleared his throat to draw Nick's attention; to let him know that it was serious time. Nick leaned forward, and sighed as he looked down. "Nicholas, we need to discuss a few things if you are up to it." LaCroix suggested. Nick slouched into the couch, and looked away from him, "Sure," LaCroix leaned backward placing his glass on the table and gently ran his fingers across his lips. He leaned towards Nick shoulders, and touched him. Nick looked to his shoulder then to LaCroix. LaCroix's voice changed, but also his manner. "Before I brought you here; I had told them you were ill and you would be here recovering. The Captain said not to worry; that you were covered." LaCroix explained. Nick quickly turned towards him, with a shock of amazement, "What?" LaCroix stood up walking away from the couch standing in front of the end table next to Nick. "The life you created is still there; intact. If you so choose to return." LaCroix stated. LaCroix observed Nick's face, and the pale look he gave him. Nick placed the glass down standing up to face him. "Why did you do this?" Nick asked. LaCroix looked off to each side, and faced Nick, "I knew how important it was to you, so I managed to preserve it for you." "I don't know what to say." Nick responded. LaCroix strolled over to the table by the chair and picked up a small business card walking by the table then picked up his glass of wine. He sipped the wine, and stood directly in front of Nick. LaCroix hesitated, but handed him the card. "The Captain's phone number; when you're ready to return." LaCroix said, showing him the card. Nick just stared at the card, "Thank you," LaCroix moved over to the table, and poured more wine. Nick looked up at him. "You have tried to get me to leave it behind. You have always said it was too dangerous," Nick reflected back. "I know," LaCroix said, looking back at Nick. LaCroix oddly had changed his image of which made Nick very nervous. "Why?" Nick questioned. LaCroix looked into his eyes, and saw the need to know why the change. Nick took a big sip of wine swallowing hard and placed the wine glass back on the table then stood erect. "While you were sleeping; I spent the time reflecting," LaCroix explained, while looking at Nick's face. "What if I had killed you; and what would it be like with I here, and you gone?" Thoughts were lingering in the air, but Nick was amazed by the change in LaCroix, and his heart. Nick's curiosity began building, "Go on," "Was I teaching a good lesson; or a selfish one," LaCroix stated. "A selfish one," Nick rapidly answered him. LaCroix let out a guilty sigh in response to Nick's remark, "True," he answered, "You are my son, and my friend. I care what happens to you; that was why I couldn't do what you asked of me." LaCroix explained, but mostly confessed his true feelings for Nick. Nick strolled over to LaCroix looking into his face and swallowed hard. "LaCroix," Nick said softly. "Please, it was hard enough to say it, but to admit it…" LaCroix paused. "I know," Nick said stopping him. "Thank you, it means a lot to me, to hear that," "Sure," LaCroix said trying to close the subject. "And so do you," Nick squeezed one more compliment in. They gave each other a slight grin as they picked up their glasses, and gave each other a silent toast. LaCroix took the empty glasses walking over to the long table by the corridor put them down, and swallowed hard; regretting the next step. "Are we returning?" LaCroix asked. Nick looked at him quickly, and moved two steps to the middle of the room looked off to the far distance. "I need to call first, feel the situation; make sure it's safe for me," Nick paused, "Us, to return," LaCroix caught the first word, and turned to face Nick, "Us, Nicholas," "Yeah, you will return with me?" Nick queried. LaCroix turned to the far end of the table, and picked up the phone, "Call first," Nick walked over to LaCroix gently taking the phone from his hand and gave him a warm friendly smile in return. Nick carefully reached into his pocket pulling out the card took a slight glance at the number and put it back then pushed the buttons on the phone. Nick stood holding the phone while it rang, then suddenly, the phone stopped ringing; a click noise. An old familiar voice came across the receiver. "Reese," a familiar voice answered. "Hi, Cap, it's, Nick." Nick said, shaking all over. A very quiet pause came through the wire. Nick became nervous, and was afraid to speak. "My God, Nick; are you all right? Where are you?" Reese asked. Nick smiled with complete delight, and looked to LaCroix to share his joy. "I'm fine, I think," Nick replied. "I'm in France," A long silent pause came over the phone, and Nick was worried about his next move, "France," Reese sighed. "When are you coming back, or are you?" Reese hesitated. Nick looked up at LaCroix, to assure him all is well, "Yes, I'm coming back; that's if I'm needed, what's going on?" "Yes, you're always needed," Reese answered leaning into his desk, "The usual Nick. Your car and apartment are safe, and well cared for. Your friend LaCroix told us what happened. I am sorry, Nick; about Natalie. We all knew how much you cared for her. Her things are at your place on the couch, what she left for you; it's waiting for you." Nick hesitated strolling to the couch and sat down then rubbed his head with sweaty palms. "Thank you, go on," Nick said. "It was a beautiful service; you would have been proud. Everyone was there, and the flowers were everywhere; her favorite. I placed some red roses there from you." Reese briefed him. "Thanks," Nick sadly said. "I'm sure you did fine; I'll call you when I return." Nick placed his face into his hands. LaCroix sensed his pain walking towards him and sat by his side. LaCroix felt the need to comfort him reaching over, and touched his arm. "Everything all right?" LaCroix asked. "Yeah," Nick answered. LaCroix leaned back into the couch, and sighed, "Are we leaving?" "In time," Nick started. "Will you come with me?" LaCroix leaned slightly close to Nick's ears with a devilish grin on his face, "I can't leave you alone, can I?" After along pause; Nick smiled and a small shimmer of light sparkling from his eyes, "True, I need some air; I'm going for a walk." LaCroix slowly stood up walking with Nick to the door, "Stay close, it's not safe just yet; you still need to rest." LaCroix requested. "Okay," Nick said. LaCroix had gone back to his book at the soft chair, and Nick headed for his jacket hanging on a hook by the door. He slipped into it giving it a quick zip upward and exited through the door then into the clear cool night. **** Outside was dark, but a cool crisp breeze blew keeping it cold. Moonlight shined through the sky lighting up the stars in the heavens. As the castle became small, the tree huge and the meadow appeared to be miles wide; you could see every detail in the petals. The cool breeze blew the leaves all around, and flowers danced upon the winds. The moonlight added a pale yellowish tint to Nick's golden hair as he gazed upward to the stars. Suddenly, a small tear appeared in his eye, and gently rolled down his cheek. Nick slowly lifted his hand up, and touched the tear. Nick rolled it between two fingers, as he was shocked and amazed looking up to the sky. He had been sad, but had never ever cried real tears before. In the far distance, he saw a star brighter then all the rest. "I'm sorry, Natalie, I'll always remember, and love you." Nick whispered to the heavens. Nick slowly turned away from the tree, and headed back to the castle. He opened the door shaking off the night air chill removing his coat and tossed it back onto the hook. Nick rubbed both arms and then his hands. LaCroix took notice standing up to greet him walking him back towards the couch. "Chilly," LaCroix asked. "I'm fine," Nick answered, quickly in return. LaCroix drew his attention with a wave of his hand. There was a hot tea with two mugs on the table. LaCroix carefully reached over picking up the mugs and handed one to Nick. "Have you made your decision yet?" LaCroix asked. Nick pondered over his hot tea, and cleared his throat, "We'll leave at the end of the week; settle into my place." LaCroix looked at him, and just sighed, "I shall look elsewhere," Nick looked over to his direction, "I was hoping you would stay with me, until I'm fully recovered." "You're wounds have healed, and all that remains is your strength." LaCroix reminded him. Nick stared into his tea mug and sighed quietly, "I know," LaCroix sensed the uneasiness in his mind, and so he looked to Nick to reassure him, "I will stay until you feel you are ready." "Thank you," Nick said, with ease in his voice. LaCroix placed the mug down, and sensed the night fading, "Are you going to call, and inform them of your plans?" "No, I'll call after I arrive." Nick planned. "Is it wise?" LaCroix questioned; his motives. "Yeah, I like things on the quiet side." Nick said. LaCroix took hold of Nick's mug, and placed it on the table next to his. With a slight wave of his hand suggesting to Nick that it was time to rest. "I will reopen the Raven." LaCroix said making a quick plan. "Good idea," Nick agreed. LaCroix felt the paleness of the night then looked to Nick, and showed him the corridor. "It's almost dawn, its time to rest. I'll walk with you to your room." LaCroix said. They slowly walked down the corridor pausing; they reached down and each pulled up a brown leather cone. As they passed the torches; they carefully put them out; one by one. As they put out the last one, they were upon Nick's room. "My room is next to yours, if you need me," LaCroix informed him. "Okay," Nick answered. "Night, Nicholas," LaCroix said, leaving the room. "Night," Nick said in return. Nick walked over to the window, and watched the sunrise as much as he could. He drew the dark drapes down to cover the window walking over to the bed, and sat down. He slowly removed his shoes and socks standing up, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt gave it a quick toss onto the chair. He pulled the blankets down, and crawled into bed. When he lay down pulling the blankets with him; he lay on his left side away from the window, and slowly closed his tired blue eyes then drifted off to a peaceful sleep. ***** As the sun rose with bright peach a hint of pink, back at home, it also brightened up Toronto; Nick's home. A glimpse of his car completely covered to protect it. We travel upward, and a little light peeked around the window. We gazed in, there was Scott, an old friend of LaCroix's; cleaning. Scott saw the personal items resting on the couch gently picking them up and placed them in the backroom. Scott returned quickly picking up a towel, and very carefully looked around. He started over at the stereo system, and cleared away the dust. He flung the towel over his shoulder walking towards the door, and picked up the mail resting on the floor. He quickly closed the door strolling over to the table behind the couch. He put the mail down under the light and walked slowly away. Scott approached the grand piano, then suddenly, a strong feeling came across his senses and he carefully looked up. Two men dressed in black suits with ski masks, dropped through the sky window and slid down on ropes. They quickly dismounted grabbing Scott by the arm, and tossed him onto the couch. One man sat down with Scott while the other man slowly trashed Nick's home; as though he was searching for something. He walked over to Scott grabbing him by his collar pulling him roughly up to his face reached into his pocket and laid a red ribbon across his forehead. "Tell Nicholas, I'm back." he firmly said. He gave Scott a shove and the other person with all his strength punching Scott in the jaw; knocking him out cold. A few hours had passed Scott staggering to his feet. Scott rubbed the pain from his jaw, and walked over behind the couch. Scott reached into his pocket pulling out a card laying the ribbon on the table. He picked up the phone, and began to dial. "It's Scott, something has happened," Scott briefed them. "Where's Nick? Thanks." Scott slowly hung up the phone placing the ribbon into his pocket and quickly walked towards the door. Scott exited Nick's place, and strutted down to the street then very carefully observed the area. He looked up, and flew away unnoticed to anyone. As the sun settled into the horizon with pale orange, and a hint of pink lighted up the sky until the sun totally disappeared. Nick still sleeping, however, in the dining room, LaCroix was serving coffee. LaCroix placed a hot coffee pot onto a silver tray. LaCroix carefully lifted the tray; a strong urge came across his senses placing the tray down and gazed at the door. The door creaked as Scott entered the room with total fear filling his entire body. LaCroix turning to face him hands crossed in front and with a stern stare in his eyes. "Why are you here?" LaCroix questioned. Scott slowly approached LaCroix turning and faced him, "Two men broke in and tore his place apart looking for something, but one left a message for Nick." "And?" LaCroix began, to inquire more. Just before Scott could respond to the question, Nick entered the room buttoning the upper two buttons on his shirt. Nick walked towards them tucking his shirt in sensing something had happened. "LaCroix, Scott, has something happened?" Nick asked. LaCroix turned slightly to face him, "It appears; two men were looking for you, and you weren't there, so they left a message." "And that was?" Nick queried. Scott slowly removed the ribbon from his pocket carefully handing it to him then cleared his throat, "He said, 'I'm back.'" Nick, in shock, walked away towards the couch in complete silence. LaCroix took great concern for the pain he sensed in Nick's face. LaCroix slowly walked over to him on the opposite side of the couch and sat down next to him. He let out a slight sigh to draw his attention. "Nicholas, what is it?" LaCroix asked. Nick grabbed a tight hold of the ribbon as his fingers were turning blood red, "A horror beyond your comprehension; Scott what else?" Nick inquired. Scott walked over to the couch, and stood by his side, "I was cleaning the piano, and they came through the sky window trashing the place then handed me the ribbon knocking me out." "Knocked you out," Nick scoffed at him. "It's okay, I didn't hurt much." Scott responded, to Nick's sigh. Nick shockingly rose to his feet strolling to the other side of the table, "Was anything taken?" Scott just looked at his sadden face, "No, but I did clean it up." "Thank you," Nick whispered to Scott. Nick angrily squeezed the ribbon, and slammed back into the couch. The stress of the horror built in his body then let out a sigh as he leaned his head back, and closed his eyes dropping his hands into his lap. LaCroix sensed the tremendous anger and hatred dwelling in Nick's body. "Nicholas, what is it?" LaCroix asked strongly. Nick lowered his head slowly to see LaCroix's eyes, and felt the sudden need to relief himself of the hatred to LaCroix. "Gilles de Rais," Nick hesitated, in responding. LaCroix just stared at him in amazement, and shock that he would suggest a horrible thought, "That's not funny, Nicholas." "It wasn't," Nick said, perishing the thought. LaCroix slowly dampened his dry lips with a quick rub from his hand, "I thought that ended centuries ago," "Did it?" Nick questioned. Scott and LaCroix both sat very quietly on the couch staring into space remembering that horrible scene and the cries from the past. Scott stood observing the silence looking studying and wondered if he should question the horrors of Gilles de Rais. Scott nervously cleared his throat and drew Nick's attention. "Who is Gilles de Rais?" Scott asked. Nick tilted his eyes upward to Scott, "You're worst nightmare; plus," Scott just moved a few inches in front of him feeling confused and lost rubbing his chin, "What does the ribbon mean?" Nick carefully laid the ribbon on the table rubbing each hand on each thigh and stood up to face Scott, but LaCroix observed his every movement, every breath; glued to every word that was said. Nick slowly turned to face Scott. "Melissa and her daughter Jessie; you never met them; we were separated at the time." Nick said, reflecting to the far past. LaCroix slowly rose to his feet, "Can you talk about it now?" Nick carefully placed both hands into each pocket clearing his throat, "I'll try," Nick answered pacing the floor trying to explain the scene that horrified his eyes long ago. Nick slowly pulled out the red ribbon and gently rolled it through his fingers then stood directly next to LaCroix for comfort. The atmosphere of the room strangely changed to an old time in history. A gentle breeze blew by, the leaves were rustling and little giggles from a child playing. A small hut to the right with candlelight, quiet mumbling from under a blanket and through the small doorway a crackling fire was in the background. A man and a woman were snuggled under a blanket of fur. The heat of passion had passed, the moist lips still connected and soft laughter with the warmth of love was calming. The man carefully rolled to the left carefully moving her hair aside then they smiled and gently kissed each other. "I'm so happy," Nick tiredly said. She lovingly looked up to his warm blue eyes, and smiled with a slight giggle. "As I Nicholas, truly happy," Melissa replied smiling. As Nick lowered his face to embrace his beloved Melissa, a little girl popped in jumping onto Nick's shoulders, and startled him. Nick quickly wrapped the blanket over him to insure his modesty carefully reaching upward and swung her around into his lap. Nick laughed while he tickled her belly. Jessie laughed, and looked at his face. Nick softly moved her hair away from her crystal green eyes. "Jessie," Nick said, to draw her attention to his voice. "What are you doing?" Jessie sat slightly upward, and laid her soft head upon Nick's chest, "I was playing outside, and saw your horse; I needed to see you." Nick gave her a slight grin, and spoke with a French accent, "What is it that you desire?" Jessie turned her head to face him, nose-to-nose and smiled, "A hug," Nick just sighed, "Oh," Nick wrapped his arms completely around her waist, and she around his neck. Nick placed a hand on each cheek, and kissed her nose, "Jessie, don't be outside alone; it's not safe." "But…" Jessie started. Nick carefully placed his index finger upon her little red lips, "No buts," Jessie looked down, "Can I get my rocks? There just outside the door," Nick gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Be quick," Jessie quickly jumped up running to the door and exited to the cool outdoors. Nick watched Jessie exit through the door as she faded, and then turned his attention to Melissa. Jessie was out by the bench at the far side of the hut, and she squatted down to pick up her rocks. Jessie pulled her dress to form a pocket, and dropped them in. As she was about to drop the last one in; a huge dark black horse rode up with a man dressed all in black. A long black cape flapping in the wind, and a black hood covered his face. He slowly rode by leaning downward and picked up Jessie screaming crying for help. Nick was inside had just finished getting dressed when he heard the horse riding by. Nick hesitated, and yet, a strong urge ran over his whole body; fear filled every pore in his body. Nick quickly ran outside looking down and saw Jessie's rock. He bent over picking up one then squeezing it hard looking all around him, but there was nothing in sight; with his vampire strength crushing the rock. "Jessie," Nick fearfully whispered. Nick staggered into the woods by the big oak tree collapsing to his knees shaking all over, and stared off into space. Melissa came outside looking for Jessie and Nick. She saw the rocks, horse tracks, and Nick kneeling by the oak tree. Melissa feared something was wrong; very wrong. Melissa ran to Nick, and cradled him in her arms. "Where's Jessie?" Melissa asked. Nick didn't answer; she began to panic. She quickly grabbed him by the arm, and swung him around to see his face. "Nicholas, where's Jessie," Melissa yelled in fear. Nick just looked up to her tear filled eyes, "Gone," Melissa sat back in shock, "Jessie," she said. "Gone," "Gone," Nick answered again. Melissa barely stood horrified walking backwards repeating the word, "No," Nick quickly ran to her taking hold of her; Melissa fainted from the overwhelming shock of her daughter into Nick's arms. As we return to the present time, LaCroix took notice of the sadness in his eyes. Scott's head just hung very low by the words he heard. Nick silently walked away sitting on the couch and almost curled up in a ball. LaCroix gave Nick a quick glance. "What happened to Jessie?" LaCroix questioned. Nick placed his hands to his fear filled eyes and wiped them hard; to clear them. "A short time later her body was found, but her head was missing." Nick said sharing the horrible tale. LaCroix just bowed his head out of respect, "I'm sorry, Nicholas," Nick looked up, "Two years later, he and his followers were executed." LaCroix placed a finger across his pale lips; deep thought took over his mind pacing back and forth then centered himself in front of Scott. "If they were executed, how can this be…?" Scott said. However, Nick jumped in, "How can this be happening again, here," Scott just observed the fear and tried to help, "Could he be one of us?" Nick picked up the ribbon off the table, "No," he answered then paused to another thought, "Maybe a copycat," "Copycat?" LaCroix asked; a little puzzled. Nick leaned back into the couch curling the ribbon into a small ball and squeezed it in the palm of his hand then made a fist, "Someone who follows, and does exactly what that person has done." "Will we be returning early?" LaCroix feared the next move. Nick stood up, and looked at LaCroix's face, "Yes, I can't let this happen again." Scott lightly touched Nick on the shoulder, "Do you need my help, or do you wish for me to return?" "Go back to my place, and keep watch." Nick requested. "See you soon," Scott said, leaving them behind. Scott quickly walked over to the door, and opened the door noticing the sun had just set. He left with a quick slam of the door, and flew back to Nick's home. Nick slowly made his way to the table, and LaCroix took notice of his sluggish condition. "Are you all right?" LaCroix inquired concerned. Nick jerked his body around to face LaCroix, "No, the children are in great danger; let's go," LaCroix walked towards Nick; they quickly walked around securing the place while they're gone. They blew out all the candles locking the door and walked down the corridor. They put the torches out, and entered their rooms; no candles burning, but Nick saw a bottle of blood on the table. He picked it up drinking it to regain his strength. LaCroix entered the doorway, and observed Nick's movements; with no words said, they quickly took to flight heading for home. ***** Back home, Scott carefully pulled the door, and hesitated before entering the room. He scanned the entire room, left to right, up and down; observed everything; nothing had been touched; nor moved. Scott sensed no one around strolling in and quickly closed the door behind him. He gave his clothes a quick dusting with his hands strolling over to the staircase and made his way upward. Scott turned the corner into Nick's room giving it the once over to insure its comfort and safety. He walked over to the linen closet grabbing hold of sheets, towels and pillows. Scott walked down to the spare room, and began to prepare it for LaCroix's stay. Scott moved over to the closet pulling the doors and stretched for the blankets on the top shelf closing the doors, and finished the bed. He picked up the towels he left on the dresser walking into the bathroom and left towels on the racks for him. As he exited the bathroom, Scott gave the room a quick glance to insure LaCroix of his safety and comfort. When he left the room, and gave the light switch a quick push off. Scott quickly ran down the stairs walking over to the table and picked up the remote. He carefully aimed it at the television pushing the button to turn it on and the news came on. Scott strolled into the kitchen area checking on Nick's blood supply and the wine. He opened the cabinet doors taking out two glasses and went back to the wine rack. Scott walked over to the couch placing the wine and glasses on the table. As he picked up the wine and began to open it to let it breathe, a news bulletin came across the screen: Scott reached for the remote, and turned the television off, fast. He leaned back into the couch dropping the remote beside him and covered his eyes in shock of what he heard. Suddenly, the phone rang behind his head, and nearly jumped ten feet out of his skin. He reached behind him, and grabbed the phone pushing the button. "Hello?" Scott responded, shaking. The voice hesitated, and cleared his throat softly, "Hello, this is Captain Reese of the Police Department; has Nick returned yet?" Scott relaxed from his fright, "No, is there a problem?" Reese reached across his desk picking up a small box and placed it in front of him, "Well, a package arrived here for him, and it says urgent." Scott slowly rose to his feet, "He had called earlier, and he's on his way back. Can you have the package brought over for him? I'm sure he'll want to see it upon his return." Reese paused for a few seconds then took a quick look at his watch, "I'll deliver it myself. I would like to see Nick, and find out what's going on." "Right, thank you," Scott answered, quickly hanging up the phone. Captain Reese scanned his office picking up the box and his keys; moved over to the doorway. He gave the light switch a slight touch, and off went the lights. He gave the door a fast tug, and slammed it shut. He strolled to the front door, and headed for his car. He unlocked his door squeezing in, and placed the box on the passenger seat. He put the key in ripping the engine exiting the parking lot and headed for Nick's home. Scott walked into the kitchen area grabbing hold of another wine glass and closed the door then strolled back to the table. As he placed the glass down, and heard the door opening. He quickly looked up, and saw Nick and LaCroix walking towards him. Scott picked up the wine, and gently poured two glasses for them. Nick and LaCroix graciously took the wine, and gave him a grin for a thank you. "Welcome home, there is more wine if you need it. Nicholas, Captain Reese called, he's on his way over here." Scott explained. Nick sipped a little wine, "Why?" Scott gave LaCroix a warning look then looked to Nick, "A package was delivered there for you. He called to see if you were home yet." "And?" Nick queried. Scott paused, and fearfully licking his dry lips, "I---told him you were on your way back, and he said, he's coming over with the package." Nick placed his wine glass down on the table, "Its okay," "Did he say what the package was?" Nick continued. "Uh, no; I will take your coats upstairs. Have a seat, he'll be here shortly." Scott said exiting the room, and running up the stairs. "I'll leave you to your affairs; I'll be upstairs assisting Scott," LaCroix said politely. "Thanks," Nick whispered to him. LaCroix swooped upstairs with Scott leaving Nick alone. Nick, weaken by the flight reaching up to his forehead and sweating blood wiping it away. He walked over to the fridge opening the door and grabbed a green bottle. He pulled the cork, and angrily drank it down. He replaced the cork, and put it back then closed the door. He strutted back to the table, and picked up the remote switched on the stereo. Old classical piano music was playing soft, and soothing to the soul. As the music came to a faded space, he heard the buzzer to the front door. Nick shut the music off walking over to the front door and pushed the button along the wall. He gave it a quick shove, and Reese stepped in. The door automatically closed behind him. Reese extended his hand to greet Nick. "Welcome home, I'm glad your back and doing better." Reese said warmly. Nick shook hands, and gave a friendly grin, "It's good to be back," As Reese slowly handed the package to Nick, he gave it a jerk backwards, "Are you back with us?" Nick just sighed at him with an eye roll, "Yes," he started. "You have a package for me?" Reese just scoffed, "Oh yeah," he handed the package to Nick. "It arrived late last night and the tag said urgent." Nick just took the package examining it and looked puzzled, "Let's go have a look," Reese followed out of curiosity, to see what was in it; they moved to the table behind the couch. Nick reached into his left front pocket, and pulled out a Swiss army knife. He pulled out the blade, and began to open the box. He pulled the flaps back, and removed the paper. Shock and horror appeared in his eyes; fear filled his body as Nick nervously reached in, and pulled out a rock. Nick dropped the knife down onto the table. LaCroix and Scott were standing overhead observing the discovery from up above. They both gave each other a slight stare, and made their way down the stairs over to Nick's side. LaCroix leaned over to see all the contents in the box, and feared the worst. Nick reached in once again, and removed a red satin ribbon. LaCroix stepped back to let Nick slide by, and Nick sat on the couch. He carefully dropped the ribbon, and rock onto the table. Reese pulled the box towards him, and looked inside. All Reese saw were rock and ribbons. "Uh--- Nick, what is this stuff?" Reese questioned. Nick rubbed his face with both hands, "Someone from the past," Reese gave Nick that look of confusion, "Revenge," Nick slowly rose, and stood in front of the couch. Reese walked around to face Nick, in an angle. Nick slightly turned to his stern shoulder, "Long story," Reese reached up, and gave his head a scratch in frustration. Reese rolled his eyes upward to Nick's, and then down again. He placed his hands into his coat pocket, "Uhm---Nick, a few nights ago a little boy was found, beaten and raped. He was ten, but his head was never found." Nick swallowed his fear hard giving Reese a quick glance and then swung over to LaCroix, "It's already started," Reese cleared his throat to draw Nick's attention, "Yeah; we need to end it fast; come in tomorrow night; I will have everything on my desk. It's already in the news, so try and catch up." "Okay, thanks," Nick answered in return. Reese quickly wiped his face, "Welcome home, and see you tomorrow." "Yeah," Nick said silently. Reese headed for the door, and left with the door slamming behind him. LaCroix had observed Nick's face, and sensed the anger building. He took a few steps towards him, and cleared his throat. "Nicholas," LaCroix paused. Nick quickly turned his head to face him, "Yeah," "Anything I can do," LaCroix asked. Nick crinkled his eyebrow, and sighed, "Not sure," Scott cautiously approached them, and gave them each a calm look, "It's near dawn, time to rest. Everything is ready upstairs." As they climbed the stairs walking into their own rooms preparing for an uneasy day of sleep, but the nightmare has added one more to the list. ***** We travel to a nearby school playground where the kids were running around and yelling; but played very happily. Off to the far right the kids were playing a game of softball. A young boy hit the ball, which went into a bush. A little girl saw where the ball rested, and she quickly ran to get it. As she bent over and reached into the bush; she saw a bloody hand sticking out of the ground with ants and flies all over it. She let out a tremendous scream; that terrified everyone. Her father ran to her side, and observed the scene then carried her away. He grabbed his cell phone, and called the police. He had hung up, and placed it back in his pocket. He just held her head away from the horrible sight. "Oh my, God," he whispered. Suddenly the park became over run with the police, a fire truck, and Forensics. Reese put up a police barrier, for no one to get close. Reese and Doctor Michaels roamed where the hand was; they carefully looked around and she set up the barrier to protect any evidence that surrounded it. Reese slightly turned, and waved two men in with a gurney. Dr. Michaels reached into her bag pulling out a pair of gloves and a brush. She very carefully reached in, began to break the branches away and moved them aside. Then took the brush in her right hand, and very carefully cleared away the ground away from the hand. She pulled out a little plastic bag, and collected evidence around the hand. She dug the hand out, and placed it on a plastic bag then placed it on the gurney. She quickly stood up, and brushed off her knees then clapped her hands together. Reese watched the gurney leave the scene, and shook his head in disgust, "Number two, how can anybody be so sick," Dr. Michaels looked up at him, and gave her nose a quick rub from her sleeve, "I never thought it possible either. Sadly, we should scan for the rest of the body." Reese just yelled, and waved two more men into his direction. Two men in uniforms ran quickly to Reese, and stood at attention. "Okay, guys, grab a few men and gloves; pan out, look for the rest of the body. Find anything yell, don't touch a thing. Leave that for the Doc." Reese ordered. "Yes, sir," One man said. They ran down to the police car gathering up a dozen men and they made a huge chain surrounding the park. They all put on latex gloves, and began a very slow cautious walk. They looked scanning at every rock, flower and poked through every grain of grass. Suddenly, after a few short hours, a police officer stopped dead in his tracks. "Captain, found something," he yelled in fear. Dr. Michaels just looked at Reese, "Let's go look," Reese and Dr. Michaels approached the area where he stood; they saw a very bloody foot covered with flies and ants. A small silver ring was on the toe next to the big one. She knelt down picking up evidence and cleared away from the foot. She placed the foot into a plastic bag, and the police officers carefully carried it to the gurney. Suddenly, another scream echoed from the distance. "Cap, here," he yelled. They staggered up a small hill, and their eyes filled with horror. When they approached; they observed a completely naked and bloody body. As they got closer; they saw all the bruises, cuts, and maggots; but no head. "Very carefully lift and transport it to the lab." Dr. Michaels ordered. Michaels angrily pulled her gloves off, and stuffed them into a plastic bag then offered the bag to Reese doing the same in return. They both strolled to Reese's car, and opened the doors then they slowly sat inside. Reese started the engine following the hearse dropping off Dr. Michaels and headed back to the station. Reese walked into the building heading directly for his office and moved around his desk. He slammed into his chair covering his face with his hands from the horror he witnessed. Suddenly, a man walked into his office, and quietly closed the door behind him standing directly in front of his desk. He observed the emotional stress on him, and quietly cleared his throat. "Sir," he said, announcing himself. Reese peeked above his fingertips, "Oh, Coletti, have a seat. We have another one; a little girl," "What?" Coletti whispered. Coletti reached over grabbing a chair and sat down in front of the desk. Reese rubbed his hands together picking up a pen and a file. He opened it flipping the pages, and began to break the new recruit. "Yeah, Dr. Michaels is working on it. She will have something by tonight. I am assigning you a new partner. He's the best we got, and it seems this sicko has picked him for revenge on something." Reese explained to Coletti. Coletti scoffed off, "Great," "Paul, chill out. Work together, peacefully; got it," Reese ordered him. Paul sat up straight looked at him, "Yes sir," Coletti pushed himself up, and stood directly in front of the desk. As he did, Reese handed him the two files opening the door and left. Coletti walked to his desk; Schanke's old desk. He made himself comfortable began to read every word and detail. ***** Inside Nick's home as the sun started settling in the horizon; he stood in front of the mirror and finished fixing his clothes. Nick exited the room, and slowly headed for the staircase. He made his way down, and slightly turned towards the kitchen area. He spotted a pot of coffee brewing on the counter top with some mugs surrounding it. Nick gave a slight grin helped himself to a hot cup of coffee strolling into the living room and sat on the couch relaxing. He carefully reached behind his head, and picked up the remote. Took aim at the television, and pushed the button to turn it on. As the picture came into focus, a news bulletin came on. Nick sat straight up, and gave it full attention. Nick quickly turned the television off, and laid his head back onto the back of the couch. He sensed the horror about to approach; suddenly the phone rang and gave his body quite a jolt. He reached behind his head picking up the phone and pushed a button. Nick quietly cleared his throat in fear of what he may hear. "Knight, here," Nick said quietly. "Guess you heard," Reese said, sensing the tone of voice from Nick. Nick just sighed, "Yeah," "I need you to see Dr. Michaels and get the run down. Come back here, a new partner is waiting for you, and don't say a word." Reese ordered. "Okay," Nick hung up the phone, and placed it back. Nick finished the last sip of coffee standing up and made his way back to the kitchen area. He turned slightly, and caught a glimpse of LaCroix standing by the staircase. Nick walked back to the table picking up his keys and badge then looked at him. "Got to go," Nick announced. "I'll be at the Raven," LaCroix said. "Okay," Nick said in return. Nick quickly walked over to the door grabbing his coat off the chair and exited through the door. He arrived on the bottom floor, and saw his caddy covered with an old white sheet. He carefully picked up a corner, and slowly removed it. When he did, the dust flew everywhere. He gave the car a long admiring stare. Nick unlocked the door, and closed the door. He rubbed both hands on the wheel, and remembered all the wonderful memories in the car. Nick nervously put the key in the ignition, and turned it. The engine turned over sounding like a purring kitten. He gave a grin, and slowly drove away. ***** Nick made his way to the Forensics building knowing he would not see Natalie. It felt like an empty, but strange place. When he arrived, Nick parked the car and left it behind. He slowly walked up the stairs, and headed for the lab. He opened the door slightly, and saw Dr. Michaels at the desk writing. A body covered up on the slab. She lifted her hands up to her tired face rubbing the stress and caught Nick at the door. "Hello," she said, rather loudly. Nick's nerves sank just a tad stepping in and grinned, "Dr. Michaels?" "You are?" Michaels asked with distrust in her voice. Nick carefully approached her, and moved to the side of her desk, sat halfway on it, like he use to, "Detective Knight; Homicide." Michaels stood to face him, "Dr. Katherine Michaels; Forensics." They shook hands, she walked over to the slab and he watched, "Anything?" Nick quickly asked. She turned her head, and saw him still sitting on the desk. She gave him that feeling, and he stood up off the desk. Nick moved to the end of the slab, and waited for the report. She saw him standing there waiting patiently. "The whole run down?" Michaels inquired of Nick. "Yeah, on both, if you have it." Nick responded. Michaels let out a big sigh, uncovered the body, "Okay," Nick hung onto every word she said, but Nick feared the worst. Dr. Michaels handed Nick some gloves, and she too, put on a pair before they touched the body. She waved Nick to the other side to show him the neck area. They examined observing and passed glances for an hour. They pulled their gloves off with a snap, and walked over to her desk. She pulled a chair over for him. Nick sat down; she pulled out a drawer grabbing two files and closed the drawer. She sat down, and showed it to Nick carefully reading it. "Boy, nine-years-old, about four-foot-three, sixty pounds. He was raped, beaten, and he had been dead about three days. However, his head was not at the scene. Nothing unusual in the blood analysis except for; he was dehydrated." Michaels briefed him. "Those marks we were looking at?" Nick asked. "Oh yeah, an old blade with a rough edge made that wound. Therefore, it is hard to say what killed him, the beating or the loss of his head," Michaels said, answering his question. "So sick," Nick whispered. "The girl," Michaels said. Michaels pulled out the next file opening it, "Everything the same except for one thing. She was not sexually assaulted. She died from decapitation." "Were there any prints, clues?" Nick asked. Michaels sighed, "None, but I will look again to be sure." "Let me know if you find anything; I'll be at the station." Nick informed her. "No problem." Michaels said, with a slight grin. "Thanks." Nick said, as he left the building. Nick took the two files with him, and headed for his car; it was a short ride to the station. He reached over grabbing the files, and exited the car. Nick took a quick glance around memories of the past and it became very quiet; more quiet than normal. He shrugged it off, and headed for the door. Nick slowly opened the door, and stepped in. Everyone saw him standing up and applauded him for his return. He was embarrassed, but smirked at all of them. He waved a silent thank you to all of them. Nick slowly entered Reese's office with Coletti observing every move he made. He quietly followed him, and stood by the doorway. "Nick, welcome back; have a seat." Reese shook his hand, and offered him a seat. Reese looked up, and saw Coletti hiding behind the door. He waved a hand for him to come in, and sit down. A woman police officer came in with coffee for Reese, and quickly exited the room. "Nick, Paul Coletti, Nick Knight." Reese introduced them to each other. They stretched across shaking hands, and leaned back into the chairs. Reese turned to Nick, and cleared his throat. "All right, Nick, what you got?" Reese asked. Nick carefully tossed the two files onto his desk, and leaned forward to draw attention, "Both victims were beaten, and they're heads were removed by a rough edge blade. The boy was raped, but not the girl." Nick briefed them, but then it became too much for him to handle. "Yeah, I know, Nick," Reese said to calm his nerves. Paul looked up and saw Reese's face, "Have the parents come looking for their kids yet?" "No, not yet," Reese said with fear in his voice. Suddenly, Dr. Michaels ran into the building, and headed for the office. She appeared completely out of breath, and jumped right into the conversation. "Captain, I have managed to get fingerprints from the victims. It was not easy, but…" Michaels paused catching her breath. "But…" Nick started, trying to get her to finish. She pulled a file from inside of her coat tossed it onto the desk, Nick grabbed and peeked inside. Dr. Michaels cleared her throat. "The boy; Jamie Furtin ten-years-old, and the girl, Cassie Avcos, eleven-years-old; those are the names and true ages. There's a list in there, of the parents and addresses." Dr. Michaels informed them. Nick removed the list, and put the file back on the desk. He dreaded his next move; how to tell the parents they're children are gone. Nick and Paul slowly headed back to their desk, and they planned the next step. Nick quickly waved an officer to his desk. "Yes, sir," Lisa said. Nick handed her a piece of paper with a list on it, "It's Nick, I need a run down of all sex offenders released in the last six months or so, and a list of missing children in the same period, mainly boys, but all; okay, fast," Lisa just looked at it, then towards him, and smiled, "Sure, Nick," Nick patted her on the shoulder, "Thanks," Nick slowly rose to his feet grabbing hold of his keys, his file and Paul's, and put them together, "Have you done this before?" Paul gave a feared look, "No," Nick just shrugged, and cleared his throat, "Just let me handle it, and you observe, okay," "Sure," Paul nodded his head. Just as they were preparing to leave for the sad task, Dr. Michaels came running in and grabbed Nick's arm, "I'm glad I caught you; I have something else for you." Nick tried to get her to slow her breathing down, "Go on," Dr. Michaels took in a deep soothing breath, and exhaled, "Not all the results are in yet, but the kids were sedated before they were decapitated." Nick leaned back onto a desk for support of what he just heard, "What?" Michaels swallowed hard, and looked at Nick straight into his blue eyes, "They were partly awake at the end. The terror they…" Nick slightly touched her arm, "I know its okay; we'll get him." Michaels drew her attention to her job, "I'll go back, and keep digging." Nick reached upward, and gave her a gentle squeeze on her upper arm, "Thanks," Nick and Paul quickly exited the station walking quickly down the stairs and over to Nick's car. They each opened the doors, and then climbed in. Nick got cozy, and Paul just examined the whole interior of the car. Paul was amazed by the condition the car. "Nice car," Paul commented to Nick giving him a quick glance. "Thanks," Nick smirked at him. They drove a short distance while Paul looked out the window, "Where are we going first?" Nick watched the road, "The Furtin's," Paul turned to face Nick, "How long was there son missing?" Nick hesitated in deep thought, "Two months, I think," Paul wiped his face with his hand, "What a nightmare," Nick just sighed quietly, "Yeah," "What can we do to help them?" Paul inquired to learn. "Listen," Nick answered quickly. They carefully pulled into the doorway, and Nick slowly turned the engine off. Nick gathered up the files giving them a quick glance, and tossed them into the back seat. Paul checked his pocket for his notebook and pen; he had them, and they were ready to listen. They both exited the car walking around the car up the path, and to the front door. Paul nervously pushed the doorbell, and waited. The porch light came on, the door creaked open, and a sad man appeared in the doorway. "I'm Detective Knight, and he's Detective Coletti; may we come in?" Nick asked professionally. "Sure," Ronald, the man said sadly. Ronald slowly opened the door, and invited them in. He quickly closed the door behind them, and escorted them into the living room. As they entered the room; they saw a weltered woman curled up on the couch watching television with a box of tissues at her side. A shadow casting over her head as she looked up seeing them standing there and she sensed something was dreadfully wrong. Ronald strolled over, and sat by her side. He carefully placed his arms around her. He quietly cleared his throat looking straight up to Nick's eyes and wet his dry lips. "Tell me," Ronald asked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Furtin, we found Jamie and he's…" Paul hesitated. Carole painfully heard the worst news ever; she shockingly placed her hands over her eyes. "NO!" she said, sobbing painfully out loud. Ronald handed her a tissue, sniffed, "I need to know, please," Nick nervously rubbed his lips with hand pausing and looked to the father, "He--- uhm--- was found at the school yard; he was beaten," Ronald just swallowed very hard, and gave Nick his full attention. "His head, the news said," Ronald hesitated to finish. Nick was praying he didn't know, "Yes, it was missing. I'm sorry, but if there's anything you can tell us about that day he disappeared." Ronald thought about that day, with tears rolling down his tortured face. He flashed back to describe that day to Nick, "He was in the schoolyard with his friends, playing. I ran to get some lunch from a hot dog stand, and when I went back, he was gone. I thought," "It's not your fault." Nick said, trying to ease his pain. "Do you remember the guy's name, or what he looked like?" Paul continued to question. Ronald cleared his throat to regain his posture, "Uhm, he was black, about five-foot-eight, maybe two hundred pounds and wore glasses. I think it said Riley's on the cart." Paul finished writing everything down in his handy notebook. "Very good," Nick commented. "Thanks again, we're very sorry and we'll be in touch." Paul responded. Nick softly walked over to Ronald, and gently handed him a white business card, "Here's my card, if you think of anything else that may help us." Ronald took a hold of the card looking up to Nick, "Thanks, please let yourselves out; I'll stay here with Carole." "Sure, thank you," Nick whispered. Nick tapped Paul on his arm, "Paul, let's go," They quietly walked away, and made there way to the front door. Paul opened the door, and Nick closed the door behind them. They went to there own side of the car, and quickly climbed in with a slam of the doors. Nick searched for his keys, and placed it into the ignition, but hesitated. Paul took notice in Nick's condition. "What's wrong sir?" Paul asked. "It's Nick, next house is two doors down from here." Nick said. Nick stared at the steering wheel, but his mind was in another period of time. Paul tried to draw him back, "Uhm---Nick, why didn't you tell them all the details about their son?" "Would you want to know?" Nick inquired. Paul hesitated, and looked down to his hands, with the files, "Guess not, knowing your child's head is missing, is gross enough." Nick just gave him an odd look with his eyes, "Exactly, one more sad deed to do." Paul switched the files in his hands to prepare himself for the next sad task. Nick quickly turned the key, and the engine started. He put the car in gear, and headed for the house two doors down on the right. Nick drove slowly into the driveway, and turned the engine off. They carefully climbed out of the car, and walked up to the front door. Paul reached up, and rang the doorbell. The door slowly opened, and an elderly woman appeared in the doorway. She gave them a quick glance. "Yes," she replied to them. Nick gently stepped up to the screen, so she could see him, "I'm Detective Knight, Detective Coletti; may we come in?" "Yes, please," she answered softly in return. She quietly escorted them to the living room where a man was sitting behind a desk working. A few lights were on, and the stereo was playing classical music. June, the woman, walked over and tapped his forearm to draw his attention. "Jacob, two detectives are here to see us." June informed him of their presence. He put down his pen, and removed his glasses placing them gently on the top of the papers. Jacob carefully came around his desk, and offered his hand to Nick to greet him. "Hello," he said, shaking hands with Nick and Paul. June and Jacob sat down nervously on the couch, very close together. Nick and Paul stood off to the side of them. Nick swallowed hard, and stepped forward to face them. "Mr. and Mrs. Avcos, I'm sorry; we found Cassie." Nick reluctantly said. June just sobbed silently, and Jacob sniffed his tears inside. "The little girl from the news; that's Cassie," Jacob painfully inquired. "Yes," Paul answered, quietly in return. Jacob wrapped his arms around June, and they both wept silently over the loss of their little girl. Nick quietly approached them, and cleared his throat to draw attention. "Mr. Avcos, I need to ask you, can you remember anything about that day when she disappeared?" Nick questioned. Jacob tried to stop the flow of tears, so he could to focus on his question, "I was working." June jumped in, "I took her to the park to play, and have lunch. I left her sitting on the bench. I went and got some food and drinks; went back to the bench, and she was gone." Nick felt a familiarity in the two stories, but seemed a little puzzled. "Can you remember anything about the stand?" Paul inquired. June hesitated a few moments looking up to Nick and wiped the tears away, "He was black, five-foot-nine, maybe two hundred pounds or so. I think it said Bailey, no Riley," "Riley's?" Nick queried. She pondered his thought, "I think so," Nick approached Jacob, "I'm sorry for your loss. Here is my card, if you remember anything else." Jacob shockingly reached up taking hold of the card, and dropped his hands to his lap. "Thanks," Paul answered softly. Nick placed his hands into each of his coat pockets, "Thank you, we'll let ourselves out." "Thanks," Jacob answered quietly. They quickly walked out of the room, and headed for the door. Paul opened, and closed the door behind them. They headed for the car, and closed those doors; both let out a long stressful sigh. Nick pulled out his notebook and pen, and wrote down what June said then compared the notes Paul took earlier to what he has now. Paul just observed the puzzled look on his face, and waited for him to speak. "Okay, we have, a black man, about five-foot-eight, five-foot-nine. He's about two hundred pounds or so. In addition, has a food stand named Riley's; connection?" Nick asked him. Paul felt an idea shining overhead, "He may be the guy," Nick gave him a glance, "Maybe; also a witness or someone helped." "I'll drop you off; I want you to poke around in the park. See me around seven, at my place." Nick ordered. Paul buckled his belt, "Sure, you won't join me?" Nick tried to change the subject, "I'm still recovering, and I need to rest. Besides, you can handle it." "Okay," Paul answered rather quickly. "I'll drop you off and see you later." Nick replied hoping he saved that. "Cool," Paul answered in return. Nick grinned slightly, and started the engine. He put it in reverse backing out and headed for Paul's place then home. When Nick arrived home picking up his mail, and entered as the door closed behind him. He quickly grabbed the remote, and closed the windows off. He tossed his jacket onto the back of the chair, and walked over to the couch then collapsed upon it. Nick placed his right forearm over his eyes to relaxing, but sensed LaCroix nearby. "LaCroix," Nick said calmly. LaCroix silently approached the couch, and gave Nick a long stare, "I trust everything went smoothly?" Nick lowered his arm to his chest, "No," "Would you like anything?" LaCroix asked. Nick slowly sat up rubbing the back of his neck and stood up, "I'll get it." Nick stumbled into the kitchen, and over to the fridge. He opened the door grabbing a green glass bottle pulling the cork out and drank what he needed. He replaced the cork, and the bottle back in the fridge then closed the door. Nick walked over to the table skimming through the mail and slammed it down. LaCroix sensed the anger dwelling in his body. "What troubles you Nicholas?" LaCroix asked. Nick just wrapped his arms around himself, and sighed, "This whole case; it's…" LaCroix crossed his arms in front of him, and sighed, "A nightmare," Nick moved away from him, and stood by the table. He picked up the red ribbon left behind, and then dropped it gently down, "A nightmare, I never wanted to live again." LaCroix stood by his side, "Nicholas," he said to draw his attention away from the ribbon. Nick was about to answer when the phone rang giving him a jolt; he quickly picked up the phone, "Knight," Suddenly, a voice from the past haunted his memories, "Nicholas, long time," Nick just looked to LaCroix, "What do you want?" A quiet pause came across the line then a slight laugh echoed, "You gone; and my world back in place, see you in hell." Nick angrily slammed the phone down. LaCroix tried to talk to him, and tried to calm his hatred; his anger down, "I assume that was him," "Yes," Nick sighed in return. "And?" LaCroix asked, with a need to know. Nick looked at him straight in his green eyes, "I gone; his world back," "Well, nothing so far at the Raven, but it's still early," LaCroix informed Nick. Nick sensed the night fading, "It's late, let's go," They slowly climbed the stairs, and headed for their own rooms to rest. As they rested the sun rose high above the sky lighting it up with pale pink and a touch of peach. A cool breeze gently blew across the trees, and birds danced upon the winds in the crystal blue sky. The winds carried us across town, and landed at Paul's front step. Paul was drying off from his shower, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked into his bedroom picking out casual clothes and began to get dressed. He moved over to his dresser checked his hair grabbing his keys and left his place. Paul slowly arrived at the schoolyard, and parked his car along the curb. He reached into his glove box, and grabbed a notebook and pen then exited the car. He observed all his surroundings, and started walking up the path. People were walking around, and some were sitting on a bench, or under a tree; reading books. Kids playing in the field with two cops watching every movement they made. He came to the top of a small hill, and saw a hot dog stand. He saw a short black woman standing behind a cart with a big smile. Paul reached into his pocket pulling out some money and looked at all the food. "Can I get you something?" the woman asked. Paul looked, "One hot dog, plain---uhm," She looked at him, smiling, "Brenda, coming up," Brenda went into her cart, and prepared his food. Paul observed the outside of her cart, and saw no name. He saw that his food was ready. He took the hot dog, and slipped her the money in return taking big bite, and displayed that he liked it. "Thanks, do you work for Riley's?" Paul asked. Brenda smiled, "You're welcome," she replied, "No, this cart belongs to me; I do this while my kid is in school." Paul gave her a quick look around, and saw no child near her. He finished the hot dog, and wiped his face with his hand, "Good idea, its Saturday, where's your kid now?" Brenda gave him a little chuckle, "With my mother." she hesitated into a serious mode, "Who are you?" Paul sighed with slight embarrassment, "Sorry, Detective Paul Coletti." "You're working on the two dead children." Brenda inquired of him. Paul just lowered his face, "Yeah," Paul cleared his throat, and prepared for the next move, "Know anything?" Brenda stood very stern and quiet concentrating on his question, "I have seen Riley's cart, sometimes. He is not here all the time. He's here four or five o'clock, but never on Wednesday's or Friday's. He goes to some new club." Paul pulled out his notebook and pen, and made a few notes of her words. He gave his pen a little shake, "Do you know where this club is?" "No," Brenda answered. Brenda cleared her throat, "But it has been awhile since he's been here." Paul quickly put it away reaching into his jacket pocket pulling out a card and handed it to Brenda, "Thanks, here's my card; call me if you see him okay." "Okay," Brenda quickly responded. Paul leaned closer to her ears, "Don't tell him that I was here. I don't want to scare him off, okay," "Okay," Brenda whispered. "Thanks," Paul said smiling, and walked away. Paul slowly walked along the path looking at everything possible, and took notice in another cart off to the far left. He carefully approached, and noticed it was someone different. Paul reached into his pocket pulling out a dollar bill, and smiled as he stood in front of the cart. "Can I help you?" the man asked. Paul looked over the menu, "Bottle of water," "Sure thing," he reached down and grabbed a bottle of water. Paul handed him the bottle, and he gave a dollar in return. Paul twisted the cap off, and drank half the bottle straight down then wiped his wet lips with his hand. "Do you know the Riley cart?" Paul asked. He wiped his hands clean, "It's Tom; I have seen it, but don't know him; he's a loner." Paul looked puzzled by the final words from Tom, "A what?" "Loner; he talked to no one." Tom informed Paul. Paul handed him back the empty bottle, "Thanks," Paul put his hands in his coat pocket, and slowly walked away. He casually walked over to where the kids were playing, and watched them for a short time. Cops kept watch over the children, and then Paul strolled over to where the hand was. He squatted down poking at the dirt with his pen moving in and around the sticks and grass carefully examining everything in sight. Suddenly, he moved a small stone and looked under it; gold pin with some kind of a shield pattern on it. He reached into his back pant pocket, and pulled out a hanky. He carefully picked it up, and rolled it so he could get a closer look at it. He lifted it closer to his eyes, and it had a family crest on it wrapping it up, and placed it into his coat pocket. He stood up brushing off his clothes and took a quick look around him. Paul looked across, and saw the marker left behind where they found the body. He squatted down, and carefully examined the area. Paul took notice in a leaf to the left with some blood dried on it reaching into his coat pocket pulled out the hanky placing the leaf into it and put it back in his pocket. He stood up cleaning his clothes off and took a peek at his watch noticing it was six o'clock, and needed to get to Nick's place. Paul made his way down the path looked both ways, and crossed the street. He climbed into his car, and started the engine. He backed out, and headed for Nick's place. He turned on the radio to listen to the news, but there was nothing new so he played some music. Back at Nick's home, he came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and groomed. As he slowly approached his dresser, LaCroix stood in the doorway and observed his movements. "Morning," Nick said politely. LaCroix stepped in next to the dresser, "Morning, how are you this evening?" Nick picked up a brush fixing his hair, "Better," Nick placed the brush down, and rubbed his face. He noticed his face was a little dry, a little odd for him reaching for his cologne and gently placed a few drops into his hands. He rubbed his hands together carefully patting it on his face and suddenly, Nick sneezed then sneezed again. They both had a shocked look upon there face. Nick looked to LaCroix, "I sneezed," LaCroix gave him the usual snarl, "I noticed," Nick turned to face LaCroix, who folded his arms in front of his chest to appear to be serious, "Back home, when I went for that walk, I---uhm--cried real tears." Nick briefed him. "What's going on?" LaCroix stepped back, "Nothing," Nick paced the floor slightly trying to keep it serious, as LaCroix tried to leave the room, "Something's changing; I can feel it," LaCroix scoffed off towards the doorway, "Feel; Nicholas," Nick made his way to the doorway first, and gave his slender body a quick turn to face LaCroix eye-to-eye. "I'm serious; I'm changing." Nick said, directly to LaCroix. Nick led the way down the corridor with LaCroix behind him. They slowly climbed down the stairs, and walked by the table behind the couch. Scott sensed their presence; that they were uneasy. "You're partner is on his way up; he found something." Scott reported to Nick. Nick gave LaCroix a very stern look moving away from him and stood by the door. The door opened Paul walked in, and saw Nick directly to his left. "What you got?" Nick asked. Paul shook off the fright strolling into the room with Nick at his side. Paul reached into his pocket pulling out his notebook and flipped the pages then cleared his throat. "Well, a lady, Brenda, knew the Riley cart, and gave me a description of him. Then, this person, Tom, also saw the cart, but said he was a loner. I went to the locations, and found these." Paul briefed him. Paul reached into his jacket pocket taking out the hanky, and showed Nick what he found. "I found a leaf with a blood stain on it, and this pin. It looked like a family crest design on it." Paul explained. "Family crest," Nick hesitated. Nick took a hold of the hanky to look very close at the pin. "I do know my history," Paul announced. "It's from the medieval times, fourteenth, or fifteenth century," "Great," Nick responded, scoffing at his words of wisdom. Paul shook his hand which caused the pin to flip. When Nick looked at it, his face turned a paler white then usual, his body tightened with fear; even LaCroix sensed the fear filling every pore. "Gilles de Rais," Nick whispered. Paul rattled his thoughts around, "Oh yeah, a French nobleman, of the fifteenth century, and a very weird guy." Nick quietly wet his dry lips, "Yes, he was," Paul took the hanky with the evidence in it, and placed it back into his pocket. He moved away from him, and paced the floor, "You know, this case is somewhat like what he did; maybe there's a cult of followers today." "Possible, you do know your history." Nick complimented him. Paul proudly turned to face him, with a huge grin, "Yeah," Nick slowly approached Paul with a ton of questions, floating in his mind, "Did anyone mention a new place, a cult anywhere?" Paul quickly reached for his notebook in his back pocket. He flipped through a few pages to find the note he needed, "Brenda mentioned a new club. He sold hot dogs, but not on Wednesday's or Friday's." Nick strolled away, and pondered the information in his mind; but still puzzled by the pin, "Let's go to the park," "Sure," Paul said following him to the couch. Nick reached over grabbing his keys, and his jacket off the chair. Suddenly, the phone rang, and they both stopped short in their tracks. Nick quickly walked over to his phone picking it up and pushed the button. "Knight," Nick said nervously. A scratchy voice slowly came across the receiver, "Two down, more to go." The voice said, as it quickly hung up with a loud slam in Nick's ear. Nick angrily lowered the phone down squeezing his jacket tight, "Let's go," "Who was that?" Paul questioned. Nick looked up, "Wrong number," They quickly left his loft, and headed for Nick's car. They climbed in; he started the engine and quickly headed for the park. He parked the car along the curb, and they climbed out then met at the side of the car. Nick put his keys in his front pocket, and zipped up his jacket. "Okay, you go that way, and I will go here; ask about the club, and I'll meet you in the middle." Nick ordered. "Okay," Paul answered quickly, as he left Nick's side. Nick moved slowly down up the path, and observed all his surroundings. He took notice in the feel of the cool breeze, and the midnight sky that shined by the stars. When he approached the top of the small hill, a scream came from the far distance. He focused on the location of it quickly taking to flight and landed behind the person holding a woman by her upper arm. The person turned around, Nick's vampire eyes were bright fiery red eyes and the fangs with a slight snarl. He picked him up tossing him aside and hit a tree which knocked him out cold. He closed his eyes to retract his demon side, and turned to the woman. She looked at him with amazement, and grabbed him then sobbing. Nick gently stroked the back of her head, and carefully erasing the image from her memory. "Call for backup," Nick asked him to do. "Sure," Paul answered quickly. Paul reached into his pocket pulling out a cell-phone and ordered the backup. A few moments had passed a police cruiser pulled up, one officer arrested the person and the other offered her the front seat. The other two sat in the backseat. As the cruiser slowly drove away, Paul turned his attention to Nick while he put the phone away and pulled out his notebook. "Brenda told me the new club might be in a back alley, two alleys from the Raven." Paul informed him. "Let's go look," Nick said. They quickly left the park, and opened the doors stepping in. Nick started the engine, and they headed for the Raven. Nick parked the car in front of the Raven, and slowly walked down the sidewalk to the alley where the new club was. As they got closer, a sudden evil urge ran across Nick's senses. He felt this pure evil and horror; the closer he got, the stronger it became. He hung his arms down at his sides. They arrived at the alley, and Nick paused at the edge. He just stared at the sign, and the entire alley. Paul took a few steps in, and right above his head; a huge this sign with the crest on it exactly like the pin. Nick moved in, and stood by Paul's side. He cleared his throat, and rubbed his chin with his shaky right hand. "That what's on the pin," Paul stated. "Yeah," Nick whispered in return. Paul put his hands into his pockets shrugging with a little sigh and turned to face Nick. "He was nuts, why would anyone want to follow that monster, but let alone, honor him?" Paul asked, in shock of the view. "I don't know," Nick said, still staring at the sign. They were about to approach the club when a slight noise came from the back of the alley. They saw a dumpster to the left of them, and hid behind it so they couldn't be seen. Suddenly; they observed the door, a man dressed in silver armor walked out and looked all around the alley. He saw nothing, and returned inside the building. They felt it was a bad time to go in so they strolled out of the alley, and returned to Nick's car. They stood for a few moments to catch their breath. Paul stood erect, and looked to Nick, "I need a drink," Nick turned his weary head to face him directly, "Me too, let's go in here," They slowly walked into the Raven; people were dancing, smoking, and drinking. It was a little loud, and blue lighting shined everywhere. Nick showed him to the bar, and ordered a beer. Nick sat down, and looked around. Remembering his Janette there before she died. Silently, LaCroix approached Nick from behind, "Nicholas," Nick jumped a little from the surprised greeting, "I didn't know you were there," LaCroix developed a slight concern in him, but mostly in what has been happening lately, "You didn't; you could not sense my presence?" Nick looked at him, and all around the club. He sensed nothing or anyone, "No, however, we did find that new club. It's two alley's down from you." "Really?" LaCroix replied. LaCroix slowly walked away moving behind the bar and poured himself a glass of white wine. Nick leaned on top of the bar trying to keep Paul out of the conversation. "A sign of his family crest was hanging in the alley." Nick told him. LaCroix leaned in closer to face Nick's eyes, "Did you sense anything there?" Nick searched for the right words, "Tremendous evil; I felt fear while I was there." LaCroix scoffed, but saw the fear in Nick's eyes, really scared, "You felt; something is changing in you," "What?" Nick asked. LaCroix looked around, "I'm not sure; we'll discuss it later; it's getting late," "See you at home," Nick replied quickly. Nick moved away, and strolled over to Paul. Nick stood by his right side, and leaned in, "Let's go," They staggered to the door, and exited to the outside. Both took in a deep breath climbing into the car and Nick started the engine. He drove away from the Raven. Nick cleared his throat, "Paul, I want you to take those things to Dr. Michaels, get the results and I'll see you about six o'clock at my place, okay," Paul just nodded his head at him, "Sure; if it's big news, want me to call you?" "Yeah, also find out about that club." Nick suggested. They slowly drove all around, and listened to the Night Crawler. They soon arrived at Nick's home carefully exiting the car and locked the doors. Paul moved towards his car, and Nick grabbed his upper arm. "Becareful," Nick whispered. "Sure, later, Nick," Paul answered. "Bye," Nick replied in return. Paul climbed into his car, and put the car in reverse then left. Nick staggered in, and headed up to his place. He opened the door picking up the mail, and stepped in as the door closed behind him. He saw LaCroix waiting for him sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. Nick quietly approached him, and stood by his side. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and looked directly at him. "Are you all right?" Nick inquired. LaCroix stood up, and faced Nick, a little worried, "Not sure; I couldn't sense you; that you were near." Nick wrapped his arms around his chest sighing, "Something is changing in me, but I need to concentrate on this case; he's making it personal," LaCroix strolled to the staircase, hesitated, "I'm losing you, Nicholas," Nick turned quickly to face him, and gave him a slight grin, "No, let's get some rest," They both climbed the stairs, and rested in there own rooms peacefully. Over at Paul's place; it was about high noon and he was casually dressed moving towards his end table, and picked up his keys then exited to the sunny outdoors. He climbed into his car, and started the engine then slowly drove in the direction of the club. Paul parked the car in front of the Raven, and walked down the sidewalk to the club. Paul saw the sign hanging in the alley cautiously walking down the alley and carefully approached the front door. He reached for the door handle, and pulled it open; but the door had a slight creek to it. He slowly stepped into the club as the door closed behind him. His eyes filled with wonder, and amazement, as though he had traveled backwards in time to the fifteenth century; medieval days. The club was an exact duplicate of the fifteenth century castle, and a bar off to the far left side with wenches serving the noblemen. Paul scanned the entire room, and took notice in an empty table and chair. He strolled over, and seated himself. A woman came to him dressed like a wench carrying a tray and gave him with a smile. "What is it you desire?" she asked. Paul looked up and saw her nametag, "Uhm, Renee, do you have coffee?" "I that we do," Renee replied. Paul just smiled back in return, "Coffee black, thanks," "Sure," Renee playfully giggled in return. Renee strolled away from Paul to get his coffee. When she walked away, a young black man appeared from behind the corner and took notice in Paul; new to the place, and carefully stepped up then sat in the empty chair. "You're new here, sir." he said. "Yeah, I saw it walking by and thought I'd check it out." Paul explained. He nodded his head in return as Renee placed his coffee down, and walked away. "You're name, sir?" the man asked. "Paul," he answered. As he extended his hand to greet Paul, "Call me, Steve," he suggested, introducing him. Paul picked up his coffee and sipping savoring the flavor, "Nice meeting you. What do you do here?" "I'm a handyman here, and sell food in the park." Steve briefed him proudly. Paul leaned on top of the table, "Sounds like fun. What do you recommend?" Steve took a few minutes to think, and snapped his fingers, "Chicken and the Leg of Lamb are the best." "Cool, I will come back here for dinner a night and try it; thanks," Paul answered. "Great, well, back to work, see you around," Steve said as he went around the corner to the back of the building. "Bye, Steve," Paul said in return. Paul watched Steve leave realizing that he matched the description that Brenda gave him at the park. He reached into his pocket pulling out a couple bucks tossing it onto the table and exited his table then made his way outside. Paul took a peek at his watch, and it was getting late. He headed back to his car, and peeled away from the curb headed for Dr. Michael's lab. He approached the building, and parked out front. He quickly exited the car, and ran inside to her lab. He saw her sitting at her desk very serious, and drinking coffee. Paul fixed his clothes, and hair then strutted in. "Dr. Michaels?" Paul inquired. Michaels looked up, not impressed, "Yes," "Coletti; Knight's partner," Paul introduced himself. Michaels hesitated a second, "Oh yeah, hi," Paul walked up to her removing his hanky from his pocket, and unwrapping the two things he had found, "I found these in the park, where the body was and the hand. Nick said super rush it." "No problem," Michaels answered quickly. Michaels then returned her desk, and handed him a file of some results on the other tests, "Here, the lab results came back; there was nothing different in the blood, except they were sedated, but when we looked at the organs, they're stomachs had herbs and high levels of sodium." Paul stood in horror of what he heard, "What?" Dr. Michaels swallowed hard, "As though they were being prepared for dinner." Paul looked a little puzzled, "For them to eat?" Michaels looked straight into his fearful eyes, "Uhm, no; they were the main course." Paul just grabbed his stomach, "Gross; I'll make sure Nick gets this." Paul took notice at the clock on the wall, and compared it to his watch, "In fact, I'll go to his place and show it to him, now." Michaels looked at the clock, "It's only four o'clock," Paul hesitated a few moments, and snapped his fingers with a good idea, so he thought, "I'll buy him dinner, thanks." Paul said slowly leaving. "I'll call you with the results." Michaels replied. "Thanks," Paul said, exiting the lab. Paul ran down the stairs to his car, and started the engine; headed for Nick's place. Back at Nick's he was sitting at the table with LaCroix; drinking coffee. LaCroix observed him, and grew very concerned about the changes in him. Nick picked up his coffee, and took a little sip, "OUCH!" "Nicholas?" LaCroix queried with great concern. "A little hot," Nick quietly answered. LaCroix leaned forward, and rested upon the table to address the subject at hand, "I'm very concerned about you." Nick just sighed, "Just a fluke," Nick stood up carrying his coffee strolling into the living room and made himself comfortable upon the couch. LaCroix faithfully followed closely behind him. "Where's Scott? I haven't seen him around lately." Nick inquired. LaCroix moved around, and sat at the other end of the couch, "He's at the Raven working; the less our kind knows about, Gilles de Rais, the better." "Why?" Nick asked, slightly confused. LaCroix leaned back into the couch, sighed, "His blood would give great power and knowledge." "True," Nick said ending the conversation, and placed his empty coffee mug down on the table. The phone rang; Nick quickly stretched over his head grabbing the phone and pushed the button, "Knight," "Hi, Dr. Michaels; Paul's on his way to you, and I got some results on those things he found." Michaels explained. "And?" Nick inquiring more information. "Well, the crest dates back about fifteenth century, but it was painted on so it's not that old. I would say about, a year or so. The leaf had a rare blood type, O-positive. It doesn't belong to the victims, so the person was hurt in the attack." Michaels briefed Nick fully. Nick hesitated for a moment, "Or maybe one of the victims scratched him?" "Yeah; maybe; I will check the fingernails, bye." Michaels said hanging up very fast. Suddenly, they heard the door buzzer reaching for the remote to open the door, and Paul ran in then stood in front of Nick. Nick looked standing up to face him with LaCroix slowly behind him to observe. "Nick, I got something." Paul said winded. "Dr. Michaels called, let's go sit at the table and have some coffee," Nick suggested. "Great," Paul agreed, with the idea. LaCroix, Nick, and Paul all strolled over to the table as Nick walked by; he grabbed a pot of coffee and a few mugs. They gathered around the table Paul pouring coffee for him and Nick while LaCroix denied it. Paul handed the pot to Nick, and pushed it to the middle of the table. Nick assumed control, and looked to Paul, "What's you got?" "Okay, Dr. Michaels said the stomach of the victims contained herbs and high levels of sodium; they were the dinner; you," Paul briefed him. Nick leaned over to face front; "She called, the crest symbol is fifteenth century, but made about a year ago. The blood on the leaf was O-positive; not the victims. She's checking their fingernails for a struggle; maybe a clue to the killer." Paul just lowered, and shook his head at the horror that surrounded them, "Man. I stopped at the club for some coffee, but it was so weird. Steve, the handyman person that I was talking to, fits the description Brenda gave me," Nick reached into his shirt pocket handing Paul a pen and a file, "Write all of this down; a pin with this family crest of the fifteenth century painted upon it; two victims one boy was raped, and the girl wasn't; both sedated before they were decapitated; a new club devoted to this," "Monster," Paul blurted aloud. Nick just gave him a slight stare, "Okay, monster, a blood stained leaf belonged to someone, but not the victims. What else?" Paul leaned back in deep thought then forward, "This guy Steve, fits the list. What if we ran what he looked like, and see if we got anything on him." Nick stood, and Paul followed, "Let's go," LaCroix grabbed Nick's forearm to draw his attention, "Nicholas," "Later, please," Nick requested. LaCroix sensed the seriousness in him, "I'll be at the Raven," "Okay, let's go," Nick said. Nick and Paul quickly grabbed the files, keys and jackets leaving Nick's loft, and LaCroix alone. They headed for Nick's car climbing in, and started the engine. They quickly drove to the station breaking the sound barrier, and soon arrived at the station. They ran quickly up the stairs, and Paul headed for the artist room while Nick headed for his desk. Nick ran by Reese's office, Reese noticed him and quickly left his office to follow him. Lisa saw him at the desk catching some air, she too followed closely behind. She tossed a file down in front of him, and gave her a playful smile as she went back to the other side of the building. Reese stood at Nick's desk, "Knight, report," Nick leaned up against his desk, "It's coming together; give me a few minutes," Nick opened the file Lisa left for him standing straight up with the look of horror in his eyes. Suddenly, Paul came running out, and jumped in front of Nick. "Got it," Paul said. "Me too, let's see," Nick said. Paul placed the picture and the file together; they were identical. Nick handed it to Reese to see it. Reese paused by pure amazement, "Hello," "Stephen Riley an African-American, thirty-one-years-old, five-foot- nine, and two hundred and nine pounds. He was arrested a year ago, for the rape of a ten-year-old boy, his nephew." Nick briefed them. "Is he the one out to get you, and finish the job he started?" Reese asked, frustrated, "Do we have enough to bring him in, for a while?" Nick gave it deep thought, "No, he's the person, one step under who we want. We can bring him in for questioning, and hold him for conspiracy." Suddenly, Nick's phone rang, and he moved away to grab it, "Knight," "Dr. Michaels, on the boy; we found skin tissue in his fingernails; ran a test on it, and matched it with the blood stained leaf; they matched. He's an African-American," Michaels reported. "Thanks," Nick said, hanging up the phone. Nick strolled back to Reese and Paul, and crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Dr. Michaels. She found skin tissue under the boy's fingernails; it was African-American, so we have O-positive blood, black skin." "Steve Riley is black. What else?" Paul said jumping in. They all pondered everyone's thoughts. A police officer came by, and quietly handed him a piece of paper then exited quietly. Reese looked at it, and a horrified look came across his face. "What?" Nick asked to help. "Number three; go and Dr, Michaels is on her way there; the schoolyard playground." Reese said, handing it to him. "Damn, let's go," Nick said, full of anger. They ran out of the building, and headed for Nick's car. They climbed in, and he started the engine. Nick peeled away from the curb, and headed for the playground. As they pulled up; they saw the crime scene all taped off and cops every two feet or so. They exited the car and approached the crime scene. When they got to the top, they saw Dr. Michaels already starting her job. They carefully approached her, and Nick squatted down to meet her; but Paul just observed the surroundings. "Dr. Michaels," Nick said announcing his presence. Michaels looked at him and Paul behind him, "Hi, guys," "Okay, what's the run down?" Nick requested; all the information. Michaels reached into her bag, and pulled out a pair of gloves then handed them to Nick. She took a pencil, and began moving things around, "Same as the others; except for this," "What's that?" Nick asked. "A hair, but under that rock is what I'm looking at." Michaels suggested drawing his eyes to the stone. Nick reached in with her pencil, and noticed a nametag, Steve Riley. He picked it up, and very carefully examined it, "Bag," Dr. Michaels handed him a bag, dropped it in and passed it to Paul. He flipped it over, "Steve Riley, perfect," Paul said quietly. "Great," Nick added. Nick pulled his gloves off, and handed them to Dr. Michaels, "Put a file together; we'll meet at the station." Nick stood up, and looked to Paul, "Let's go," They quickly left the scene, and headed back to Nick's car. Paul held onto the bag while Nick stared into space. "Nick," Paul said; to draw him back. "If she compares this one to the other two, and it comes up positive; we got him." Nick said, seeing some light ahead. Paul touched his shoulder, and Nick turned to face him, "We'll put it together, show Reese, and get a warrant then nail his ass." "Yeah," Nick whispered. Nick put the key in the ignition, and drove to the station. They pulled up out front exiting the car and ran quickly inside. Nick saw Reese by his desk with a very long face, "Captain," "All of the parents are in the room waiting, let's go," Reese slightly ordered. They all slowly walked to the interrogation room, and carefully opened the door with a slight creek in it. When they entered the room, the sadness was overwhelming to everyone. The fathers held the mothers while they cried. Paul stood by the door because it was too much for him. Nick and Reese sat at the table beside each other to help ease the pain a little. Just before anyone could talk, there was a slight knock on the door. Dr. Michaels handed Paul a file then left. Paul handed the file to Nick. "Thanks," Nick said to Paul. Paul took a quick glance, and placed it in front of him then dealt with the task in hand. Reese and Nick faced each other. Nick looked towards the families sitting off to the side of him, and cleared his throat. "Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell," Nick asked softly. "Yes," Jack said. "I'm terribly sorry, but the victim has been identified as Danny, your son." Nick carefully informed them. They painfully sobbed for the loss of their son. Nick picked up a box of tissues, and handed them to the woman then returned it to the table. "I'm sorry, can you tell me about the day he disappeared?" Reese asked. Jack took a few moments to compose him self, "We went to the park to play. He sat on the bench while I got some lunch, came back and he was gone." Nick pulled out a picture, and handed it to Jack, "Is this the person who sold you the food?" "Yes," Jack responded sadly. Jack passed the picture along, and they all nodded yes. The picture made its way back to Reese. He slammed the picture down on the table, and looked to Nick with a hatred face. "Nick, go get him; the warrant will be here waiting for you." Reese ordered. Nick pushes all the files into the middle of the table, "Thanks, Cap, let's go," Nick said very eagerly. They left the room, and stormed out of the building. As they climbed into Nick's car, and three cruisers were ready to follow them fully armed for action. They arrived just outside of the alley; the cop's exit their cars and met up with Nick and Paul. Nick silently showed them where to stand, and wait. He and Paul walked down the alley very slowly. Paul led the way in with Nick very close behind. Paul opened the door, and showed Nick where to go. Nevertheless, the surroundings of history amazed Nick. Paul saw the table he sat at before was empty. He tapped Nick on his arm, and led the way to the table. As they made themselves comfortable, the wench, Renee, came over to take their order. "What can I get you?" Renee asked, grinning at Paul. Paul looked at Nick then back to Renee, "Two black coffees," "Sure," Renee replied in return, leaving them at the table. Paul yelled, "Renee, where's Steve?" "Out back," Renee answered quickly. "Thanks," Paul responded politely. They waited for her to be out of sight, and snuck around the corner to the back of the building. They tiptoed across the floor peeking around the corners. Paul came to the last corner peeked, and saw Steve. Paul touched Nick on the arm to stop. Paul, in his cool way, approached Steve and began a casual conversation with him. "Hey, Steve," Paul said being friendly. "Hey, man, you're not supposed to be back here." Steve shockingly said in return. Paul tapped him on the back, "The wench said it was okay. What's for dinner?" Steve picked up some meat, and showed it to him, "Pheasant," "Cool, can we talk privately? I need some help." Paul suggested, trying to get him to leave. Steve put the pheasant in the sink, and washed his hands then dried them on his shirt, "Sure, over there," They walked off to a far corner of the kitchen. Paul looked around, and saw that Nick was close by. Paul pinned Steve in a corner, and up against the wall. "You sir, are heading for the dungeon." Paul said firmly. Steve just had the confused, puzzled look, "What?" Nick strolled from behind the corner, "You are under arrest for the conspiracy of three murdered children; let's go," "No way," Steve yelled. "Shh," Paul said, opening his jacket to show Steve his gun. "Quietly," Paul suggested. Paul took Steve by the arm with Nick close in hand, and escorted him out the back door. They carefully walked to Nick's car. Paul and Steve in the back, and of course, Nick drove. He started the engine, and pulled away from the curb heading back to the station. Paul took Steve to the booking area, and Nick grabbed Reese. They walked to the interrogation room, and waited for Steve and Paul. As they sat down, Paul brought him in, and showed him a seat. Paul leaned up against the wall near the door. Reese sat back observing and Nick took control. Nick stared him down, and Steve became all sweaty. "Okay, Steve, start talking," Nick asked calmly. "I want my lawyer," Steve mumbled. Nick stared into his eyes, and slowed down the heart rate, "Start talking," Steve's heart rate calms, he quickly broke the connection and rubbed his face with his hands, "Okay, okay; I did take the kids, but I swear; I didn't kill them; I swear," Steve pleaded to Nick's face. "You're blood and skin tissue was found on the ground, and on the victims." Nick briefed him. Steve became sweaty and nervous, "Yeah, but I didn't kill them." "Who did?" Nick asked firmly. Steve became very shaky, and stood up then walked backwards up against the wall, "He's too strong; he will kill me." Nick walked over to Steve, and placed his arm along side of his head with his hand resting on the wall. He once again slowed down his heart rate. "Look at me, who did this?" Steve said very sweaty, and his heart began to race. Nick tried to calm him down. "Sir Bendel," Steve replied. Nick eyes filled with fear, "Where can I find him?" Tears developed, and slowly ran down his face, "Third floor of the castle." When Nick slowly moved away the connection was broken, and he leaned on the back of a chair. Reese grabbed his arm in case he fell. "Bendel," Nick whispered. "Nick, you all right?" Reese asked. Before he could answer, Steve began to loose all control. He yelled, screamed and pushed the furniture all around the room. Nick grabbed him around the waist, and Paul pulled out his handcuffs then locked his hands together. "Take him out of here." Reese ordered. Paul opened the door, and waved a cop down then handed Steve to him. "Okay, who's Bendel?" Reese asked. Nick stood straight and faced him, "Yeah, I arrested him years ago, before transferring here. That's why his name never came up." "All right boys, let us get his file pulled; we can't screw this up. We have to make sure it sticks, and for good, let's go," Reese ordered as they left. They all headed for Nick's desk. As they were walking by, Lisa came up to them with the file, and handed it to them. Nick picked it up, and opened it for all to see. Nick let go of the file, and left the building. "NICK!" Reese yelled, "Paul, go after him, some units will follow. The warrant will be here waiting." "Yes, sir," Paul answered. "Becareful," Reese gave out one last order. "Yes, sir," Paul said. Nick stepped outside across the street from the station and walked around. He took to flight, and arrived at the front door of the club. He pushed the door open; but no one was there. He quietly walked across the floor, and off to his far right was an old spiral staircase. He approached it climbing slowly looking upward; but very quietly. As he approached the top of the stairwell an overwhelming feeling of pure evil over powered him. He actually felt pain in his head, and the sense was too strong. He arrived at the top of the stairs looking around and saw a big room in the distance. Light was flickering from it, and the smell of wood burning in the air. Nick cautiously walked down the long corridor looking at every corner. As he approached the room, the scents became very strong and the fear was enormous. He carefully entered the room, and the horror he saw. Heads were hanging up along the upper walls, and the swords displayed. He felt as though he traveled back in time. Suddenly, he heard a child crying. He walked to the right, and saw a wooden slab with a little girl strapped down. He walked over showing her to stay still then he began to free her. He took his jacket off, and wrapped her up. He carefully looked to the left, and saw tools on the right on a barrel. No one was in sight so he took the risk picking her up and held her tight; quietly left. As he stood up to walk shifting her to a hip so he could see her face. She was all teary eyed, and scared. "Hi, I'm Nick, and I am a police officer; let's get you home, okay. What's your name?" he said trying to calm her down. "Kerri," she said relaxing. "Okay Kerri, very quietly, let's go," Nick answered. Nick took a few steps towards the doorway, when suddenly; a voice echoed through out the room. "Nicholas, shame on you," Bendel said. Nick looked to Kerri, "Don't worry, he won't hurt you," he said. "Bendel," Silence came across the room, "Yes, you destroyed me once, not again." Nick announced. "Come out and face me, if you dare," Nick said to rattle the nerves. Kerri began to cry, "Shh, its okay, you're safe," Nick assured her. "Bendel, do you fear me?" Nick added to draw him into the open. Suddenly, a man strolled in from the left, "I fear nothing," Bendel said to draw Nick's attention. Nick looked over amazed; he was identical to Gilles de Rais; off to the side he saw Paul. "Kerri, listen to me very carefully; that's Paul, and he's a friend; walk over to him, and he will take you outside, okay; walk fast." Nick said lowering her very slowly, and she made a fast dash to Paul. He took her passing her over, and they took her away safe, "Why?" Bendel took a few steps inward, "To preserve my place as a, God," "What?" Nick asked hesitating with confusion. Bendel looked down at Nick placing his hands behind his back, "You have interfered for the last time." Bendel stood a few feet from Nick quickly pulling out a silver cross from behind his back and showed it to him. Nick's eyes widen with fear that Bendel knew what he was, and yet, Nick didn't feel any fear. "You see, I too, can learn." Bendel told him. Nick walked up to Bendel to face him, "I have no fear of the cross, or you." "I'm a resister; you can not erase my mind." Bendel laughed in his face. "I don't need to" Nick said angrily. Nick slowly raised his hands up while staring into his eyes placing his hand on the cross for a moment flashed the hand for him and Bendel to see, no burns; no scars. The shock threw Bendel off Nick knocking the cross out of his hand, and it landed on a chair safely. Suddenly, the anger built; they began to fight throwing each other all around the room. There was glass and wood breaking everywhere. Bendel had a bloody nose, and to Nick's surprise; he has a bloody lip. Nick managed to get a good grip on his throat; Reese entered the room and saw the rage in his eyes. "Don't do it, he's not worth it. He will never see the light of day." Reese said, trying to calm him down. "NICK!" Paul yelled firmly. Nick looked over; saw Reese, and Paul holding Kerri. He tossed Bendel across the floor, and Reese sent in two men to take him out. Paul let Kerri down, and she ran to Nick. He picked her up, and they gave each other a big hug with big smiles. "Don't worry, you're safe now," Nick sad, placing a playful kiss on her cheek. "I like you," Kerri said sweetly. "Let's take you home, okay," Nick said softly. Reese handed him a slip of paper as Nick and Paul exited the room. They went downstairs, and felt relieved that this horror had ended; they hoped. Paul sat in the back with Kerri, and Nick pulled out his keys. He glanced at the paper to see where he was going. Nick inserted the key starting the engine and drove to Kerri's house. They pulled up into the driveway Paul strolled to the door, and Nick got Kerri. Paul rang the doorbell; a sad looking man came, and answered the door. "Yes," he asked. "Kevin Richards," Nick said to draw his attention to see his daughter at his side. Tears flowed quickly, "Kerri!" Kevin said. "Gina!" he yelled for his wife. Nick brought her to the door. "Daddy," Kerri said all smiles. Gina came out wrapping her aching arms around her, "Kerri!" she said happily. "Thank you, thank you," Kevin said. "You're welcome," Nick said happily. "May God bless you both," Kevin replied. "Thanks," Nick said. They quietly left, and walked back to Nick's car. They climbed in, and let out a long stressful sigh of relief. "Boy am I glad that's over." Paul said. "Is it?" Nick questioned. "He will never see day or night ever again." Paul said. "Let's hope so," Nick said reluctantly. Nick started the engine, and drove to the station. Nick sat down at his desk and Paul at his. They shared the paperwork, and marked the case closed. Nick rubbed his face with his tired hands, and looked at the palm of his hand; still no burns or scars. He was confused, and yet, happy. Reese saw them at there desks as he walked into the building. He strolled up to them with an odd look upon his face. "Nice job; Steven Riley put away, and permanently; Bendel dead." Reese said quickly. Nick jerked his head upward, "What?" "Well, after you guys left, he tried to escape. He now has a big hole in his head, and his heart." Reese explained. "He never had one" Paul said whispering. "True," Nick agreed. Reese crinkled his eyebrows, "The only thing is; it wasn't a cops gun. The bullet's came from nowhere." "Odd, but nice, but odd," Paul replied. "Yes it is," Nick agreed. "You guys take some time off, especially you Nick; this was a lot for you, personally. I don't want to see you for at least three nights." Reese ordered. Nick gave a slight grin as he picked up his jacket, and left the files on his desk. "Okay, later," Nick said leaving. Nick left through the doors, and strolled down the stairs to a woman selling roses. He walked over, and bought two long stemmed roses. He walked over to his car placing the roses on the seat, and drove away. Nick pulled up in front of the cemetery. He picked up the roses, and exited the car. He hesitated at the gate, but entered. He sadly strolled up to Natalie's grave dropping to his knees with tear-filled eyes, and a heavy broken heart. Nick reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a silver heart. He reached down under her name and dug a small hole burying the heart. He kissed the rose, and placed them gently on the ground. When he did, the tears flowed down his cheeks, and onto the roses. "My heart will always be yours Nat, always. I feel so empty without you, and your smile; your touch." Nick said. Nick wiped his face with his sleeve, a soft light shined over him and the grave. He gazed up into it, and looked down. He kissed his fingers then her name standing up, and slowly left the cemetery. He walked over to his car, and drove home. Nick arrived all tired, and completely worn out. He entered, and saw LaCroix waiting for him on the couch. "LaCroix," Nick said. "Nicholas, we need to talk," LaCroix made a request of him. "Sure, let me get some coffee and we'll sit and talk." Nick answered. "Sure," LaCroix answered. Nick strolled into the kitchen, and dropped his jacket onto the counter, "Would you like some?" "No," LaCroix responded in return. Nick fixed himself a hot cup of coffee, and strolled into the living room then sat down on the couch with LaCroix. Nick took his shoes off, and curled up on the couch. "Nicholas, you're changing," LaCroix started. "To what?" Nick asked, half asleep. "I'm not sure, you have cried, lack of senses, sneezed, and you have not fed in days; and," LaCroix briefed him. "And, I was touched by a cross, and didn't burn." Nick added. "Yes, almost human," LaCroix said, scoffing at the idea. Nick just looked up at him, pondered the idea, "Time to rest," "You go ahead; I'll sit here for awhile." Nick suggested. "Night, Nicholas," LaCroix said, as he climbed the stairs to his room. "Night," Nick said, quietly in return. Nick finished his coffee, and placed the mug on the table behind the couch. He stretched out, and folded his arms then placed one over his eyes. He slowly drifted off to a sound sleep with idea of being human wondering in his dreams. The hours passed as the memories faded. They became intense, and sweated with every fading memory. The warmth, the pain filled his body. A soft pale light filled the room; but mainly surrounded Nick. His eyes ran rapid, and the sweat poured from his forehead. A soft gentle voice echoed his name, "Nicholas," Nick struggled to awaken; but couldn't, "Nicholas," Suddenly, Nick opened his eyes quickly curling up into a ball on the couch and covered his eyes with his arms. He peeked through, and yet, he felt no fear from the light. He looked all around him; all he saw was the light, and no one was there. "Nicholas," The voice repeated again. "Yes, whose there?" Nick inquired. "I'm called Sarah," she announced. "Sarah," Nick repeated her name back. "Yes," Sarah replied. Suddenly, a clear image appeared in front of him. LaCroix stood off to the side to observe; but couldn't be seen. Sarah extended her hand to him. "Nicholas de Brabant; Nicholas Knight," Sarah inquired. "Yes," Nick answered softly. Nick was completely numb by her presence, and was unable to move, or talk. "You have suffered for centuries in a life you no longer desired. You have always tried to help the weak, and the innocent. Doing what's right, and avoided evil ways." Sarah briefed him. "Yes," Nick answered quickly. Sarah offered a smile to him, "Have no fear; stand and face me," Nick slowly stood up to face her. She gently placed a hand upon the front of his head, and a hand upon his chest over his heart. Nick closed his eyes as she did. The light intensified, and filled the whole room. LaCroix looked away from the pure light. The warmth of her touch, and the pain filled his body. Nick screamed from the pain, and slowly fell to the floor; away from Sarah. "Nicholas Knight, your heart and soul have been returned for all the good you have done. For you know the true meaning of humanity and honesty. Take care with the new life you have been given; treat it well." Sarah said, as she faded away. LaCroix looked, and saw that she was gone. He walked out to the rail, and saw Nick lying on the floor not moving. He took to flight by Nick's side, and knelt down then turned him over. He helped him up, and carefully sat him on the couch. "Nicholas," LaCroix said to draw his attention. Nick looked up, and saw LaCroix, but no lights. "What happened? Where's Sarah?" Nick asked a little confused, and dazed. "She left, how do you feel?" LaCroix asked being concerned. "Pain all over and tired." Nick said still dazed. "Nicholas," LaCroix paused. Nick looked to LaCroix with shock and fear, "My heart, I feel it beating." LaCroix placed a hand on his heart then wrist. He had a pulse, and his heart was truly beating. LaCroix removed his hand quickly, and sat away in shock. "You're human again," LaCroix said. "What?" Nick said, very confused. "Heartbeat, pulse, and you're warm. You are---no longer---a vampire." LaCroix answered. "Oh my, God," Nick said hesitating. Nick stood up moving away and felt his new body with new senses. He turned to face LaCroix with the most glowing smile ever seen. LaCroix stood up by his side, "I'll move to the Raven; I can't stay here," "But…" Nick said sadly. LaCroix sighed, and gave him a slight glance, "Nicholas, we are no longer bonded to each other; we are-opposites---now." "True," Nick said quietly. LaCroix stood in front of him, and stood exactly as a father would, "Nicholas, you're fight for humanity ends, but a new fight starts, to keep it. We can remain friends; but I will always try to help you." "Thank you," Nick said, sincerely to him. LaCroix silently walked to the stairs, and entered to his room to pack. He checked to make sure he didn't forget anything. He opened the window, and took to flight with tremendous sadness dwelling within his body. Meanwhile, Nick began looking at everything with new eyes. As he walked around, a little urge came to his stomach; unfamiliar with it; he felt his stomach, and suddenly; he remembered. He quickly walked up the stairs to his room, and into the bathroom; for a few moments; the sound of the toilet flushing, and washed his hands. When he did; he stepped in front of the mirror to see his true image. He saw his watch, and it was five o'clock in the morning. Nick left the bathroom running down the stairs and strolled by the kitchen then grabbed his jacket off the table. He headed for outside walking around standing on the sidewalk in the bright sunlight; no burning. He gazed up at the sunrise as it colored the sky in pale pink, peach, and a touch of gold; to highlight it. As the sun slowly rose into the sky, the colors slowly began to fade. Nick decided to go for a small walk, and look at everything in sight. He inhaled all the scents of the daylight. He looked, and touched everything as though he was blind then got his eyesight back for the first time. He felt a little rumble in his stomach. Off to the left, he saw a cart, and walked over to look at. Nick stared at everything in sight. "Morning," he said. "Jimmy, what's your pleasure?" he asked. "I'm not sure," Nick said. Jimmy looked at Nick, then the menu, "How about a coffee, and an egg sandwich," "Sure," Nick answered, in return. Jimmy began to prepare his food. Nick reached into his pocket, and pulled out a few bucks. He handed him the food, and gave him the money at the same time. Nick slowly bit, and chewed it. He smiled at Jimmy, to show him that he liked it. He continued his walk while he finished his food. He thought it was amazing how things looked in the daylight. Suddenly, he came to the cemetery carefully walking in then stood at Natalie's grave. He knelt down, so he could talk quietly to her. "Natalie, our dream has come true; I'm human; I wish you were here to share it with me, but you'll always beat in my new heart." Nick sincerely said to her. Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind him, "Yo, Nick!" Paul yelled. Nick stood up to see Paul running towards him, "Paul," Paul just looked up, and down at him, "Hi, your skin problem?" "Well, under control for now." Nick explained briefly. Paul just smiled, "Coolness," "Why are you here?" Nick asked changing the subject. "My mother," Paul replied. "You?" "A very special Lady," Nick said proudly. Paul looked down at the grave, "Sorry, have you had lunch yet?" Nick hesitated, "No," Paul stepped up to him very friendly like, "Come on; I've got the right place." "But, I walked," Nick told him. "That's okay; my truck is on the other side. My treat, I owe you one." Paul said with his arm around his shoulders, and led the way to the truck. "Great," Nick said, walking with Paul. They strolled out of the cemetery like close friends, laughing and talking. Paul and Nick climbed in, and drove to the place he wanted to take him. They pulled up in front of a pizza place; Paul exited quickly, but Nick hesitated leaning up against the truck. Paul took notice, and grabbed him by the sleeve of his jacket then escorted him in behind him. The waiter showed them to a table, and they sat down. She came up very quietly, but Paul leaned into the table to face him, "Trust me," "Sure," Nick said hesitating slightly. "Large Pepperoni, extra cheese, onions; touch of garlic and two frosty beers; thanks," Paul ordered. The waiter left, and grinned on his way. "What a day," Paul started; a new conversation. "Yeah," Nick sighed back. "My mother died a few years ago; cancer." Paul explained. "Sorry," Nick offered an apology. The waiter appeared with the two beers. He placed them on the table. Paul picked up his glass, held it up, and Nick mimicked him. "Here's to the lovely ladies; they were the best." Paul toasted. "The best," Nick agreed with the thought. They touched the glasses together, and took a big gulp of beer. Paul swallowed the beer, "So smooth," Nick rolled it around, "That's good," The waiter appeared again, and placed the pizza in the middle of the table with two plates and a knife. Paul licked his lips, and rubbed his hands together. "This is food," Paul said, with great pleasure. "Really?" Nick queried, holding back. Paul took a plate and the knife. He cut a piece for Nick, and for himself, "Here," Nick took a small bite, and rolled all the flavors around inside his mouth. He savored all the flavors and textures slowly swallowing it, and took in another sip of beer. "Well?" Paul asked. "I like it," Nick answered amazed by the new food flavors. "We need to loosen you up," Paul suggested. They quickly finished the pizza and beer. Paul took a quick look at his watch, "Okay, it's getting late; I'll take you home to clean up, and it's work time." Paul planned. "Thanks, let's go," Nick said, wiping his face clean. Paul reached into his pocket pulling out some money and tossed it onto the table. They strolled outside, and headed for Paul's truck. They drove away, and headed for Nick's place. Paul pulled up, and Nick climbed out then looked in through the window. "I'll be back in a few," Paul planned to do. "That's okay; I will drive in; I have one stop to make before I go in." Nick suggested. "Ciao," Paul said, as he drove away. Nick turned heading for the elevator and rode up to his place. He picked up the mail, and opened the door. Nick took notice of LaCroix standing by the staircase. "Nicholas," LaCroix said. "LaCroix," Nick answered in return. "Just seeing how you're adjusting," LaCroix said with great concern. "Doing great, I think; do you want something to drink?" Nick asked. "No," LaCroix answered softly. Nick leaned on the rail, and dropped the mail on the step, "I need a shower, and get to work. I was going to stop at the Raven to see you." LaCroix turned to face him, and had no sense of him, "Why?" "Paul and I had lunch; I thought you would like to join us. But it was late." Nick suggested. LaCroix lowered his eyes, "I see; perhaps, another time." "Help yourself to anything; I will be upstairs, see you at the Raven." Nick planned to do. LaCroix had sensed some memory loss; but ignored it. LaCroix took to flight to the Raven with a sadden face. Nick came out from his room fully dressed running down the stairs and grabbed his keys. He took a quick look around, and LaCroix was gone. He walked over to his car, and headed for the Raven. Nick pulled up just as the sun sat with beautiful lavender colors. He opened the door, and looked around walking slowly down the stairs, and over to the bar. LaCroix entered from the back room, and strolled behind the bar at Nick's side. "Nicholas," LaCroix said to draw his attention. "Hi, I needed to say something; but you had left." Nick said. "What is it?" LaCroix asked. "I don't remember much, except for who you are, and," Nick paused. "And what?" LaCroix inquired. "It will always be safe with me, but we can stay friends?" Nick said hoping. LaCroix paused, and thought, "Yes, I would like that," "I'll be in later, and we'll have a drink together." Nick suggested. "Sure," LaCroix replied. "See you later," Nick said as he left. Nick climbed into his car, and slowly drove away. His life had been given back to him, and now a new fight began; to keep it and continue to do what was right; not fall to evil again. Nick will be the Forever Knight in his shining armor. LaCroix had remained at the Raven to allow Nick to explore his new life as a human. Nick had taken some time off to see the daylight; to feel the warmth and the brightness of the sun upon his very pale skin. He experienced new foods, new scents, and new sensations that his body; his life was dead to. LaCroix observed from a distance to ensure his safety for the Community would not be pleased about loosing one of their favorites. LaCroix has watched Nick in his unique place, and wondered, 'is it possible for him to do the same?' Can the evil one learn and receive the same gift someday; perhaps with Nick's guidance and God's, maybe. LaCroix also realized that in spite of the centuries of fighting, anger and separations in between; they have remained close friends, perhaps more. END