As Long As You Believe - Sequel to Krew of the Knight
by Pam (Jaxie) Williamson
The characters belong to whoever/whatever/tptb of "Forever
Knight."
This story and "Krewe of the Knight" belongs to Pam
Williamson; copyright, 1997.
The songs used here belong to their respective owners.
The standard "I claim to be no great writer, just a grateful
FK fan,"
applies also.
Writer's note: This story takes place after the 1st season,
perhaps somewhere
in the 2nd season. In any case the 3rd has never happened.
Stonetree is still captain
of the precinct (Am I the only one who liked this character?)
This story is the sequel to "Krewe of the Knight" and
picks up at Nat's
eighth month of pregnancy.
Late 1500's, England-
"Nickolas! How good it is to see you this evening,"the
young lady said,
ushering him through the wooden door. She showed him into a large
open area
lit by candlelight that was kept neat with chairs, a wooden
table, and a
huge fireplace. One wall was filled with rows of books. The young
lady,
who looked no older than sixteen, gathered the long material of
her skirts
to make her way to the kitchen area, "John is writing. He
will join us soon."
Her guest smiled, "What is new? Your husband would be lost
without his
love of words." Laughing, the lady replied, "You speak
the truth, Nickolas.
I have fresh tea in the kitchen for us while we wait for my
husband. I'll
be just a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable."
Nickolas roamed the room for a few moments, pausing to peruse the
many
books. His attention then was turned to a lightly brown piece of
paper that
laid on the table, a rose beside it. Looking to see that no eyes
were on
him, Nickolas carefully picked up the parchment paper and read
the beautiful
poem. Reading, the last two lines captured his breath:
"If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die."
"My latest work pleases you, my friend?"A voice said,
startling
Nickolas. He turned and smiled at his host, John Donne. "It
is your finest
work to date,"Nickolas replied.
October 18, Toronto-
He sat on the bed, carefully unfolding the night gown she was
planning
to wear that night. How strange, yet at the same time how
wonderful to have
her things all around him. To have her body next to his. 'As if
we were
made to be one long before John's poems were even written,'Nick
thought to
himself. He had just laid out the gown on the bed when he heard
her voice
calling for him.
"Nick, help!"Natalie yelled to Nick upstairs. She knew
better than to
sit down on the couch. As she wiggled to the edge, she found she
could not
obtain a vertical position no matter how hard she tried. Sydney
meowed,
rubbing up against her feet. She looked to the side of her very
pregnant
belly at Sydney, "And you're not helping the
situation." As she was about
to attempt another try, Nick came running down the stairs,
"Don't move."
Within a few more seconds, he was at her side and helping his
wife to her
feet. Natalie's face turned red, then tears began to well up in
her eyes.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"Nick asked as kissed her
forehead. "It
can't be that bad."
She buried her face into his shoulder and let the tears flowed.
"I
know I shouldn't feel this way. I should be grateful that we are
together,
that I'm even carrying your child, but..."
"But...?"Nick asked as he lifted her tear streaked
face. She sniffled
then said, "But, I feel like a whale! I can't even get
myself off the couch
or the bed. And let's not even rehash the bathtub incident."
"Aawww, my poor, sweet Natalie,"Nick said as he
laughed. Natalie
playfully jabbed his arm,"It's not funny!"
Nick kissed her nose. "Nat, you're pregnant. You're not
supposed to
look the same as you did almost eight months ago, or at least
that's what
I've read." He knelt down and kissed her swollen belly.
"Little One, did
you hear your mother call herself a whale? We need to remind her
that she
is carrying you until it's time for your birth and that she is
the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen in 800 years."
Placing a hand on the back of Nick's head, Nat's tears stopped as
she
listened to Nick's words. She loved his name for their baby.
"Your mother
and I love you very much, Little One."
Nick rose, then stroked Natalie's cheek, "I love you,
Natalie." He
drew her into her arms. Then, as their lips touched, Natalie felt
the baby
kick. As the baby kicked, Nick could feel the tiny punch next to
his skin
as well. Natalie smiled, "And we love you too, Nick."
>>>>>>>>
As they made their way from the airplane, Steve Gilbeaux looked
for an
empty seat in the terminal. Finding one he said,"Hey, you
sit here while I
go get our luggage and the keys to the rental car." His
sister, Stace shot
her brother a look of disgust, "Quit doing that to me. Ok?
I'm fine."
Stace paraded around Steve, "See, I can walk. I'm not
bumping into people
or falling
down."
Steve hated when she did her sarcastic routine. What's more, he
hated
the idea that she wanted to travel such a great distance.
"Why did Grammy
stood up for you on this, I'll never know!"Steve fired back.
The whole
family had begged her to stay. All except Grammy- their
grandmother. But
no, Miss Independent had to come. For whatever reason. Steve
dropped the
carry-on bag, He looked down, then back into her eyes. "I
only agreed to
come with you because you didn't need to be alone. I'm trying to
help and
all I get in return is more of your mouth."
She slowly walked over to her brother and gave him a hug. Stace
hugged
him tight, "I know that you love me. I love you too. I'm
sorry, ok?"
Stace pulled back and gave her best puppy dog eyes, "Look,
I'll sit over
here. Ok? I won't wonder around. I just sit here and wait until
you come
back with our luggage. Then we can go over to the hotel."
Crossing a
finger where her heart was, she said, "Cross my heart
and..."
"Don't you dare say it,"Steve said with his finger
pointing right in
her face.
Stace smiled as she caught his finger. "Wouldn't dream of
it."
Almost twenty minutes had passed when Steve returned with two
suitcases
and keys in hand to the rental car they had made arrangements for
back from
New Orleans. Stace smiled at her brother as he walked closer. She
was
ready for a hot bath and a change of clothes. "Ok, are you
ready?"Steve
said as dangled the keys and picked up the carry-on bag at
Stace's feet.
Stace rose to leave. "I think the question should be is
Toronto ready for
me again. It's been quite a few years since I was here training
with Nat.
Maybe they had enough of this half-Cajun gal the last time."
They both
laughed. As she walked beside Steve, Stace felt as if the floor
was giving
way. "Steve..." Steve caught her arm stopping them
both, "Stace! Are you
ok?" Stace blinked hard a few times, then took a breath.
"Yeah, I'm fine.
Let's get to that hotel."
They continued to the outside, then to the car waiting for them
in the
airport's parking area. Steve sat the luggage down onto the
ground. After
unlocking the car's door, he opened the door of the red Grand Am
for his
sister. Stace was about to step in when she looked back to Steve.
She
caught his hand on the edge of the door. "Steve, remember
your promise."
Steve opened his mouth as if to say something. "You promised
Steve.
Please, for me." He squeezed her hand, then said,
"Bundle up. The cool
night air isn't good for you." Stace got in and the door was
shut. While
Steve loaded the trunk with their luggage, Stace spoke into the
dark,"Grammy, why *did* you insist on me coming?"
>>>>>>>>
Back at the loft, Natalie stood before the opened refrigerator.
Nick
walked up from behind and gave her a hug. "You know, it
works better with
the door closed." Nat smiled back at him. "Well, it
would work better
sooner if Little One here would make up his or her mind about
what to
eat,"she said looking down at and rubbing her swollen
abdomen.
Suddenly, she doubled over. "Ooww!" Nick held her,
yelling, "Nat?
Talk to me! What's wrong?" Natalie couldn't think except for
the pain. A
sharp deep pain that took her breath. After finally taking a deep
breath,
the pain subsided. Nick helped her to the couch, putting her feet
up.
"Nat! Please, tell me!"
Natalie looked up at her husband, who was now kneeling beside the
couch
with her hand in his. "I'm ok. It was a pain. Just for a
moment. It's
gone now."
"Let me call the doctor. No, better yet, let me take you to
the
hospital,"Nick said as he jumped up running to get the keys
to the caddy and
Nat's coat. Natalie sat up, "No, Nick. It's ok. We're ok. It
was
probably a false labor pain. If I go to the hospital, that's
probably what
they will find. Then we would have gone there for nothing."
Nick went back to Natalie and sat on the edge of the couch. He
put his
hand on her abdomen, "Natalie, please. For me? I don't want
anything to
happen to you or Little One." Natalie sighed, "Nick,
I'm fine. Besides,
you have to get to the precinct." Nick leaned over and
grabbed the cordless
phone from the long table behind the couch. Natalie was about to
voice her
protest when Nick held up his hand to silence her. She overheard
his
conversation. "Schanke, I won't be in tonight....Yes,
Natalie is having some
pains....No, not yet...Ok, I will...Thanks partner."
He replaced the phone. "Now, let's get you to the
hospital." Natalie
shrugged, finally giving in. Nick helped her up and helped her
into her
coat. Natalie kissed him and smiled, "Don't worry.
Everything is fine.
You'll see." As they made their way down the elevator and
into the caddy,
Natalie said a silent prayer, "Please, let everything be
alright."
"Steve pass my address book over here. It's in my
bag,"Stace yelled
hoping Steve heard her through the door that connected their
rooms. She
sat by the window looking through its heavy black drapes.
"God, the lights
are so beautiful from up here. It's like we're on top of the moon
looking
down at all the stars,"she said as Steve came into her room
handing the
thick blue book.
Steve opened the drapes wide, "Yeah, it does, doesn't it?
Are you going to
call Natalie?"
Stace nodded as she flipped through her book until she reached
the "K"
section. She fingered through the names, finally finding the
newest entry.
Picking up the phone, she dialed for the front desk, "Hi,
this is room 905.
I need an outside line...Thanks." As the phone line beeped,
then cleared
once more, Stace dialed. "I hope she's not working. She
better not be.
Not at this
late date in her pregnancy,"she mentioned to Steve.
The phone rang once, twice through the empty loft. Stace sat on
the
other end as the machine's voice answered, "Yeah, you've
reached the Knight
residence. We're either asleep or incommunicado. So, if you want
to leave
your name and number, go ahead." Then a beep. She considered
just hanging
up, then she took a breath and spoke as if she hadn't a care in
the world,
"Nat! Hi, its me. You're never going to believe where I'm
at..."Stace
finished the message by
giving the hotel's number then hung up.
"I take it no one was home. It's still early yet. They may
have went
out for a bite,"Steve said. His sister replied, "Yeah,
she'll call back
afterwards. Speaking of food, you must be hungry. Do you want me
to call
down to room service?" Walking over to the radio/alarmclock,
Steve flipped
it on, trying to find a radio station, "Sure, a plate of
chicken fried rice
sounds good.
Make sure to order yourself something. If not, I'll personally go
down to
the kitchen, bring a big meal back up to the room and watch you
eat every
bite." As Stace picked up the phone once more, her brother
turned the dial
until a deep hypnotic voice come over the speaker:
"Good evening to all creatures of the night.
The Nightcrawer here with you once again. Keeping
you company as the endless night stretches before us.
Tonight, we speak of our dearest friend. His name is Death.
An empty and cold dish for some. For others, one of warmth.
Does He keep you warm? Or does another dare to enter His
sanctuary, keeping you warm while you reach for the sun's rays
that burn your skin?
Embrace Death, my dear brother, do not turn your face from Him.
Death, do be proud. For what You offer, is the greatest of
gifts...eternity."
"What a sick person!"Steve exclaimed as he clicked the
radio off. "I
know we have our share of wackos at the radio stations in New
Orleans, but
this guy wins the award for most weird." Stace sat staring
at the now
silent radio. The phone hung lifeless in her hand, a busy signal
going off
as she had yet to dial for room service. "Stace?"Steve
said, trying to get
her attention. "Stace? Are you going to call or what?"
Stace snapped out
from under the words that
echoed her head, "Ah, yeah. What did you want again?"
Shaking his head, Steve walked over to her and took the receiver,
"I'll
call, Miss jet lag beauty. You go run a hot bath and go soak.
I'll call
when dinner is here." Stace sluggishly got up to go to the
bathroom.
"Anything I can do to help you? " asked her brother.
Looking back, she
shook her head, "No, I'll be alright. But, before I do, I
guess we should
call home and let someone know we arrived safe,"Stace said
as she walked
back to the phone.
After getting an outside line and dialing the proper number, she
got
nothing but a constant ringing at her father's house. Taking a
breath, she
phoned her grandmother's house. Grammy picked up on the first
ring. "Stace,
are you well?"her grandmother said, scaring Stace with her
voodoo psychic
abilities. "You know when you do that you scare the living
daylights out of
me!"Stace replied.
While talking about how the flight was and if the food was
eatable,
Stace's grandmother interrupted:
"Have you seen Natalie?"
"No. I called, but there was no answer."
"You must speak with her."
"Yes, I know grandmother but why? We both know it's not
about me,
because I won't allow it."
"Yes, I know you won''t let your oldest friend help you
during this
time. You will not even allow your family that privilege."
"Grammy..."
"No matter. All that you need to be concerned with is that
it is
there where your future lies."
"Grammy, I don't understand. How can a hotel room in Toronto
hold my
future?"
"It is the blood Anastasia...the blood. Do not forget."
Stace blinked hard and tried to decide what she heard was
correct.
"Pardon?"
"Give your brother a hug for me. And don't be too hard on
him. He
loves you. That is his only crime."
"Grammy, I know."
After an 'I love you' was said by both, Stace hung up the phone.
Before going for her bath, Stace gave her brother a hug,
"Grammy sends you
this." She walked to the bathroom like a zombie.
After the water filled the tub, she sank into the warm bath.
Stace's
mind focused on the man's deep voice resonating through her and
her
grandmother's advice about blood. Stace must have misunderstood.
Maybe she
had misunderstood the cleansing and divination ritual also that
her
grandmother had given her before leaving New Orleans. Stace
thought it was
just to help her deal with everything that was going on in her
life.
Sighing, she sank beneath the warm water, hoping after the bath
and dinner,
Natalie would be home.
>>>>>>>>
Driving home from the hospital's emergency room, Nick clicked on
the
radio. LaCroix had been talking about death. And as always, a
subtle
mentioning of Nick's way of error. Natalie looked over at Nick,
"Can't he
find anything happy to talk about?" Nick switched the
station to a pop
station. The car soon was filled with music. "To him, that
probably was a
happy subject."
Natalie stretched a little. "Are you ok, Nat?"Nick
asked thinking
maybe he should turn the caddy around to go back for a return
trip to the
hospital. "I'm fine Nick! I was just trying to stretch out.
After being
on a gurney for an hour made me a little stiff,"she said
reassuring her
husband. "We're both fine. You heard the doctor. Dr. Jacobs
said that
everything was wonderful. It was just false labor pains."
Natalie had to
admit she was relieved to hear those words from the doctor also.
Although a
medical doctor herself, Natalie knew nothing about a child whose
parents
were a mortal and a vampire. But, it was the vampire whose voice
still
brought her skin to crawl that frightened her. "Nick, he'll
never up."
Nick reached for her hand, then kissed it. Glancing over to her
worried face, he said, "LaCroix must. He knows it is against
our code to
harm our child or the parents of that child. Please do not
concern yourself
with him."
Laying her head on his shoulder, Nick put an arm around his wife.
Natalie's body shook as she could imagine LaCroix taking
everything she
loved most in this world. "Shhh...Everything will be fine. I
promise,"Nick
said reassuring both of them.
Within a few minutes, Nick parked the caddy and they took the
elevator
to upstairs. As Nick slid the door open for Natalie, they found
Sydney
waiting for them. "Now, wasn't that a nice welcome
home,"Nick said to the
cat as he picked Sydney up. He carried Sydney to the cabinet and
got a
treat for the purring cat. "You're going to spoil
him,"Natalie said taking
off her coat as she walked over to the answering machine. Nick
replied,
"Well, I happen to be very good
at it."
The light was blinking. "I bet it's Schanke asking about our
trip to
the hospital. He is probably chewing nails to know if it was a
boy or a
girl," Natalie said as she pushed the button. By this time,
Nick was by his
wife's side smiling thinking about when the time for his child's
birth would
really come.
Nick and Natalie both looked at each other as they heard the
message.
"Nick, it's Stace! Her and Steve are in Toronto!" She
hugged her husband,
"This is so wonderful! Did you ask her to come?" Nick
shook his head, "It
wasn't me. She's probably here to repay the visit." He was
glad to hear that
Nat's good friend from New Orleans was here for a visit. Since
taking
maternity leave from her work, Nat had been a little down, though
she often
pretended to Nick that it didn't bother her.
"You go ahead and call Stace. Invite her and Steve over.
I'll call
Schanke to let him know everything is fine when your
finished,"Nick said as
returned from the kitchen with a bottle of blood and a glass. He
kissed his
wife's forehead. The smile that graced Nat's face meant the world
to him.
Stace had just finished dressing after her bath when the phone
rang.
"Steve, I've got it,"she told Steve as he put another
fork full of fried
rice into his mouth. "Hello?"she answered.
"Nat!...Good to hear you too!
How are you? Is the baby ok?...Aawww, that's wonderful!...Well,
the plane
touched down a little after six this evening...Well, I thought it
was time
for a visit.
With the baby to be here soon, I knew you would have your hands
full...No, I
don't know how long our visit will be...We'll see ...How's Nick?
He's
keeping my promise, correct?" Stace laughed as Natalie
described all the
pampering she has received, especially after he found out she was
going to
have a baby. "...At least my visit won't include me kicking
your husband's
rearend." More laughter. "Tonight? Are you sure? It's
nearly
nine...Nat...Nat!... Alright, alright. Steve and I will be there.
Just give
me the directions."
Steve dropped his fork when Stace hung up the phone. "Don't
give me
that look. She and Nick insisted." Her brother rose from his
chair,
leaning his hands on the small dining table staring in disbelief,
"Stace,
no. Tomorrow you can go over and visit. You've just had a very
long plane
ride...hardly had anything to eat all day, and you look like
death warmed over."
"I'm fine,"Stace said as she walked over to her
brother. She squeezed
his shoulders and smiled, "Besides, make-up does
wonders."
>>>>>>>>
"Did you find Schanke yet?"Natalie asked as she sat
before the dressing
table in their bedroom, trying to decide which earrings to wear.
Nick
looked over at Nat. "No, not yet. He's out following up a
lead we got last
night." He moved closer to his wife, putting his hands on
her soft
shoulders. "She's coming to see you. Not which earrings
you're wearing."
Nick gave his
wife a hug from behind her. "You are so beautiful."
Nick turned Nat to face him and passionately kissed her. "I
love you,
Natalie." Nick's mind went back to the night at over
four-hundred years ago
when he first read Donne's poem... 'If our two loves be one.'
Her smile was brighter than a thousand candles. "I love you
too, Nick."
Just as Nick was going to kiss her again, they heard a knock at
downstairs. "That has to be Stace!" Natalie said,
hurrying to finish
dressing. Nick rose and kiss her cheek, "You finish and I'll
see to our
guests."
As Natalie finished dressing, Nick rushed downstairs to the
living room
then to the loft's sliding door. Nick slid open the door.
"Nick! How are
you?"Stace said as she entered, hugging his neck without a
second thought.
To her, Nick was family. Afterwards, Stace stepped aside as Nick
and Steve
exchanged handshakes. "Good evening Steve. I'm glad you and
Stace were able
to make it. Natalie is so excited."
"Mentioning the mom-to-be,"Stace said as she poked Nick
in the arm.
"Where is she? Nat invites us over and then comes off as the
classic rude
hostess,"she said her voice raised, hopefully Natalie was
hearing her teasing.
"Who dares to call me a rude hostess?"Natalie said,
walking down the
stairs. Stace rushed over to her friend, "Nat!" After
helping Natalie down
the last few steps, the two friends hugged each other tightly.
Natalie took
a step back, "How are you? God, it is so good to see
you!" Stace smiled and
held Nat's hands taking in her pregnancy, "Hanging in there.
And you! You
look absolutely radiant!" She looked over at Nick, "My,
my...you have been
doing a marvelous job of spoiling my friend." Nick laughed.
"Well, Nat
makes it easy, as long as I don't get pulled into the tub fully
clothed,"he
said, grinning as he placed an arm around her shoulders.
Nat sharply turned around, "Nick!" Stace was about to
burst into
laughter. "Ok, give. You can't hold out from me!" After
she composed
herself, Natalie relayed the story of what was known as 'the
bathtub
incident' where she had accidentally pulled Nick into the tub
when he was
trying to help her out.
The room came alive with rolling laughter. "Oh
no!"Stace managed
between laughs. Nick couldn't help but laugh himself despite
Nat's face was
the colour of a cherry.
After a few moments, the laughter died down as Natalie looked at
her
friend curiously. Natalie's brow drew tight as she looked at her
friend's
face, "Are you sure you're ok?" Stace shrugged, acting
confused, "What do
you mean? Of course, I'm ok."
"You look so tired, pale. Don't tell me you've started yet
another
diet. You looked thin enough back in February. If you have, I
swear
I'll..."Natalie remarked, a worried expression washed over
her face.
"It's just a case of jet lag and bad airplane food. Right
Stace?"Steve
interrupted with, hurrying to Stace's side. She turned to her
brother, then
back at Natalie to reassure her friend, "Yeah. You know how
little I've
traveled the past few years." Stace took Natalie's arm in
hers and led her
to the couch, quickly to change the subject at hand, "God,
what a place to
live! It's like retro-modern meets the Smithsonian."
Nick smiled, Natalie laughed. "It is definitely you
Nat,"Stace said as
everyone took a place to sit. "Nick, your wife does a great
job at
decorating,"Steve said as he took the chair near the couch.
Natalie usually
had to explain this tactfully, since telling others that her
husband had
collected most of the decorations for centuries, was out.
"Well, I can't
take the credit. Nick did most of the decorating. Her husband
gave her the
'thanks, now I get to explain' look. "Wow, you need to go
into business
Nick,"Steve said as he looked around.
"Now, give up all the details of the newest family member!
If I
remember from your letters, this love child is due next
month."Stace
interrupted with.
Nick sat beside his wife as Stace sat on Nat's other. Nick put an
arm
around his wife and as the other hand rested on her swollen
abdomen. "Yes,
and we cannot wait,"Natalie said, as she snuggled within
Nick's body,
smiling. "We thought the baby wasn't going to wait
earlier,"Nick blurted out.
"What!?!"Stace exclaimed. "What do you mean
earlier?" Natalie
playfully slapped Nick's leg, "It wasn't nothing, really. I
had a slight
pain and Nick went ballistic. He took me to the hospital and it
turned out
to be a Braxton Hicks contraction."
Stace relaxed, "Whoa, you had me scared for a moment. I've
heard that
those type of false contractions can feel like the real
thing." Turning to
Nat, then to Nick, she said, "You should've told me over the
phone! And,
you shouldn't have invited us over here."
"Maybe we should leave. We can always come back
tomorrow,"Steve added
hoping Stace would agree.
"No, that's not necessary. As far as me telling you of my
trip to the
hospital and us inviting you both over here, there is no need for
concern.
I'm fine and we wanted to see you both so much. We couldn't wait
until
tomorrow,"Natalie replied.
"The doctor reassured us that Nat is fine and we both want
you to stay.
Please,"Nick said looking at Stace, then back at Steve.
Steve glanced over at his sister, hoping she would say that she
would
go back to the hotel, instead she said, "Well, if you're
sure we are not
going to be in the way."
Natalie smiled then squeezed Stace's hand, "Now, when have
you ever
been in the way?" Stace was about to speak, when Nat
interrupted, "...except
for the time when you walked on the balcony while Nick and I
were...well,
pre-occupied." Laughter filled the loft.
Sydney finally made his appearance when he crawled from under the
couch
to rub against Stace's leg. "Let me guess. You have to be
the infamous
Sydney,"she said picking up the cat. Sydney purred and
rubbed against her
cheek. "Wow, he really likes you Stace,"Nat said,
smiling at her friend.
Nick rose, "Well, can I get anyone anything? Perhaps some
herbal tea?"
He was quite proud that he had learned to prepare Nat's favourite
tea and
foods despite the fact he could maybe only eat a bite or two of
it himself.
He had never known that preparing a meal or a drink for someone
could be so
enjoyable. But, of course why he enjoyed it so much was because
of Natalie
and the
love he felt for her.
"Sounds wonderful. I'll help you Nick,"Stace said,
putting Sydney back
down on the floor and standing up to go to the kitchen area. As
she passed
Steve, he caught her hand and looked at her. With her back to
Nick and
Natalie, she winked and mouthed to her brother, "Quit
worrying."
As Steve caught Natalie up with the latest Gilbeaux family news,
Nick
and Stace began the tea and gathering cups. "So, Grammy is
doing
well?"Natalie asked. "Just as feisty ever,"Stace
replied. "Yeah, she makes
sure Stace keeps her up to date on the latest news of you and
Nick,"Steve added.
"She loved the gift you two sent her as a thank you for the
wedding.
The Egyptian perfume bottle was exquisite!"Stace exclaimed.
"Grammy still
gets teary eyed reading the card."
Nick smiled over at Natalie. They both knew how blessed they were
to
have such friends.
After a few moments, the tea was finished and Stace picked up a
cup to
give to Nick. Suddenly her balance went awry, the cup dropping
into tiny
pieces onto the floor. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I'm such a
clutzoid,"Stace
said bending down to pick up the pieces of broken china as Nick
did the same.
"Stace? Nick?"Natalie asked trying to see what had
happened. "Nothing
to worry about Nat, just me being my usual clumsy
self,"Stace answered.
Steve jumped up and rushed over to Stace, "Are you ok?"
he whispered
into her ear. Nick couldn't help but hear with his extraordinary
hearing.
Stace nodded and looked up to see Nick staring at her. "Ah,
geez. I'm not
here less than half an hour and I'm already breaking
things,"Stace said to
fill the void. At that moment, her and Nick went for the same
piece of the
broken china. Nick sensed pain, an unusual heart rhythm.
"Stace?"Nick said.
Stace jerked her
eyesight away from Nick, "Ah, what?" By this time Steve
was finishing
picking up the last of the china. "Stace, are you sure
you're ok?"her
brother asked. And then, Stace smiled, stood and answered,
"Yeah, I'm ok.
Just trying to remind myself no more volunteer work in the
kitchen."
After the tea was finally poured, served, and the issue of the
broken
cup at rest, Natalie continued to ask about Stace and Steve's
grandmother
and family. With the conversation well under way, the guests
didn't have
time to even notice that Nick had not poured himself a cup of
tea.
Nick smiled remembering the eldest Gilbeaux woman. She could see
right
through his soul and not flinch a muscle. He could still hear her
voice...'
Never stop believing. For it is when we stop believing, we cease
to live.'
Nick hadn't stop believing. There may or may not cure to his
vampirism, but
there was Natalie, the child- his child she carried, and an
endless sea
of love.
Just as Natalie was going to ask another question, someone rapped
on
the door of the loft. "Excuse me,"Nick said getting up.
Opening the door,
he found his partner looking frazzled. "Schanke! Come
in." Schanke looked
around, "Oh, so this is what you do when your wife's in
labor. Have a
party...without me." Nick laughed. He quickly updated his
partner on the
wasted trip to the hospital, then to find out that their friends
from New
Orleans was in town.
"Schanke, this is Stace Gilbeaux, my good friend from New
Orleans,
Louisiana. This is her brother, Steve Gilbeaux. Stace works as
one of the
N.O. Police Department's coroners. And Steve is a new public
defendant
lawyer for New Orleans. Stace, Steve, this is Nick's partner and
our dear
friend, Don Schanke,"Natalie said as she introduced
everyone.
"So your the Stace that finally got this guy to marry the
doc,"Schanke
said as he patted Nick's back. "You have no idea how much me
and my wife,
Myra owe you. I mean, we've tried every way in the world to get
these two
on the same track short of locking them up in the same room
together for a
few days."
Natalie blushed, Nick stared at his shoes. Steve shook his head,
trying
to keep his laughter stifled. "Nice to meet you Detective
Schanke. I can't
take all the credit. My grandmother had a hand. Besides, these
two were
already crazy about each other. All they needed was the right
shove from
two hardheaded women,"Stace said, trying not to laugh.
Schanke grinned, "And it's Don. Any friends of the doc's are
friends
of mine."
"Hey, I've got an idea!"Natalie said smiling widely.
"Since Stace and
Steve are here for at least a few days, lets all get together and
go out.
Schanke, you think Myra would be up for a few hours of fun?"
Schanke
snorted, "Are you kidding? She loved to. She's been bugging
me about this
new place over on Sunset. Called The Escapade. It's like a big
ballroom,
but with a live
band and such. Clean, no smoking."
"That sounds perfect. Now if you and Nick can get the same
night
off..."Natalie said as she planned a wonderful night with
her friend.
Steve interrupted, "I don't think Stace..."
"Stace, a problem?"Natalie asked, once again worried.
Stace looked at Steve, then back at Nat,"Ah, no. No problem.
Steve
was just trying to say that maybe it wouldn't think it would be a
smart idea
that you go out to a niteclub this late in your pregnancy."
Natalie caressed where the baby was nestled inside her body.
"I think
we both would love a wonderful night out. What do you think
Nick?" Nick
shrugged, "I say that, if you are sure its ok- providing you
have the
doctor's permission, maybe it would be good for all of us."
She kissed her husband,"I'll call Dr. Jacobs tomorrow. Now,
if you and
Schanke can get off on the same night."
Steve was about to once again protest, but was cut short by
Natalie,
"And we can double this friends night out with an early
Stace birthday
get-together." Natalie grinned at Stace. "Oh, why
me?"Stace giggled. "When
is your birthday Stace?"Nick asked. "October
31st,"Stace answered.
Making a face as if he'd ate a lemon, "What? Are you
serious? You mean
your birthday falls on the same day as horror night...the same
day Houdini
croaked?"
"The very same. My grandmother was to have said on the night
of my
birth that I was born on the night when the veil of light and
darkness
becomes thin,"Stace replied.
Nick looked at Stace wondering if she may have the same gifts as
her
grandmother. He would have to ask Nat about that later.
"Stace, I think we need to let the future parents get all
the rest they
can,"Steve said.
Natalie frowned. "I wanted to visit with you more!"she
said as Stace
crossed to hug her friend. "We can get together tomorrow
sometime. You
need your rest,"Stace said as Steve helped her with her
coat.
Stace hugged her friend once more, "You'll never know how
glad I am to
see you."
"You will never know either,"Nat said, smiling.
After Stace and Steve had left, Schanke looked at his watch.
"Well the
last time I checked, I was supposed to be on duty."
Even before Nick spoke the words, Natalie said, "Nick, go
ahead with
Schanke. We are both fine." She kissed him on the lips,
"I love you."
Nick smiled. "I love you too, Mrs. Knight."
Schanke rolled his eyeballs back and thought to himself, 'Newly
weds.'
>>>>>>>>
Stace and her brother arrived back at the hotel suite a little
after
ten-thirty with no idea they had been followed.
They arrived to the suite safely. After the good-nights was said
and
Steve gave his sister a kiss on the cheek, Stace turned off the
lights and
crawled into the soft bed in her room of the suite.
She didn't know when she drifted off to sleep, or when she
started
dreaming. There was blood, so much blood. Covering her hands. She
looked
down, not knowing where the blood had come from. Then someone
handed her a
crystal goblet filled with blood. "Drink,"he'd said. As
she lifted the cup
to her lips she saw his eyes.
Steve jumped out of the bed after hearing Stace's screams. He
threw
open the door, then ran over to her bed to hold his sister.
"Sshhh. Sis,
it's alright. I'm right here." She looked at him blankly,
then finally
realized who was holding her. "Steve, oh god Steve. There
was so much
blood." Her brother kept holding her, gently rocking her.
"It was just a
bad dream, that's all."
Suddenly, Stace jerked away holding her head. Tears of pain now
streaked her eyes. "Ok...alright sis, hang on." Steve
ran to Stace's purse.
Quickly he dumped the contents out onto the bed. Finding the
bottle he
needed, he popped the top open and poured two pills into his
hand. He then
placed the pills into her mouth, grabbed the glass of water that
was already
on the nightstand and helped her to drink. After Steve was sure
the pills
was swallowed, he gently helped his sister back down onto the
bed.
"Thanks,"Stace managed to say. Steve pulled a chair to
the edge of the
bed, set down and held her hand. "Just doing my brotherly
job,"he said,
shrugging. Steve held onto her hand, stroking her fingers with
the other.
Looking down at the hand he'd never noticed how long her fingers
were
before. Maybe if she'd not studied to be a coroner, perhaps she
could have
been a pianist. That would've gone hand in hand with her seldom
used
beautiful voice.
Stace watched her brother quickly wipe a tear. "Hey, none of
that.
We've already had this talk." Steve released her hand,
scooting back in the
chair. "No, *we* haven't. You talked while we all
listened,"he said.
He had to get it off his shoulders, his mind. "Why did you
have to be
so selfish? You could have taken the chemotherapy. Forgive me if
I don't
understand why a person want to just give up." There, he'd
said it.
"Giving up? Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"Yes."
Stace folded her hands in her lap. She licked her dry lips, then
responded. "Steve, I wasn't given the choice of having this
damn disease.
But, if I'm going to die, I want it to be on *my* terms."
Steve was about
to interrupt, when Stace held a finger up to silence him.
"Remember Mama?
Remember when the doctors told her she had terminal cancer Papa
forced her
to go through treatment? Remember all the pain she went through,
not to
mention the violent vomiting? She was nothing but a wasted shell
of a human
being when the doctors was through. What happened Steve? Tell me
what
happened to her!"
Looking away, he answered in a hushed voice. "She
died."
"That's right. She died. Her death was a miserable,
horrible,
excruciating excuse of a ending of a precious life. I will always
believe
if it hadn't been for Papa, she'd died happier."
"What do you want me to do Stace?!? Do you want me to smile
and
pretend nothing is wrong?"Steve hurled at her as he got up
from the chair to
stare out the large window.
Stace could feel her eyes getting heavy from the medication. But,
she
fought it. This had to hashed out now. If only for her brother's
sanity.
"I don't want you to do anything, except just help me to be
happy. And
happiness is being with my over-protective & crazy brother,
enjoying my time
with friends and getting in as much laughter as possible."
Walking back to his sister, he sat on the side of her bed. He
leaned
and kissed her on the cheek, "It's just hard, that's all. I
just don't
understand why you wanted to travel so far during this particular
time. I'm
sorry if I was rough with my words. I love you Stace."
Stace's eyes began to close as Steve helped her under the covers.
"I
love you too,"she mumbled as her eyes closed.
He sat with her the rest of the night as she slept. "Why
Stace? I
know you wanted to see Nat. To say goodbye. But, its like you're
hiding
something from me. What is it?"Steve quietly asked his now
calm and
sleeping sister. He went to the window and stared at the lights
of Toronto
having no idea that a darker figure than death loomed over the
hotel.
>>>>>>>>
After ensuring the couple had arrived safely in the building,
LaCroix
levitated himself to the hotel's roof. How easy could it be? For
months,
he'd tried to think of a way to plan his attack. Although he
couldn't touch
Nick and his soon to be family, there was no rule in The
Enforcers' code
book that said he couldn't do as he wished with those outside of
the family.
He spread his arms open wide, the night's breeze blowing his
long,
black trenchcoat behind him. With the traffic noise below, no one
could
hear him. He yelled into the night. "I will have my
revenge!! It is a
dish best served cold...be prepared for an ice-cold meal my dear
Natalie!!"
Then wind carried his wicked laughter as he flew back to the
Raven.
>>>>>>>>
October 19-
The following evening after Nick left for work, Stace met Natalie
at
the loft. Natalie sat at the table almost bursting at the seams
with her
good news. Stace couldn't get the words of her grandmother out of
her head.
When she had mentioned visiting Nat for a few days, Grammy
immediately took
up for her while the rest of the family protested. She could
still hear the
conversation that day...
"She is *not* going!"her father had said.
"It isn't your decision to make Henry,"her grandmother
replied.
"We only want what is best for her,"Steve said to his
grandmother,
putting his two cents in.
"She must go." Grammy firmly stated.
Her father and brother dropped their mouths. "What do you
mean
she's gotta go?" "She doesn't have to go
anywhere." Their words
collided together.
"Stop it!"she had yelled. "I'm sick and tired of
being talked as
if I'm not even here!" She remembered she had grabbed her
purse
and stormed out, got in her car. She had peeled out of the
driveway and drove to the airport to get her ticket. Remembering,
she recalled the pain in her head had almost caused her to run
off the road.
In the background of her mind, she could hear Natalie talking.
Yet,
her memories kept her there, in the recent past.
"Nick went ahead and left for work last night after you and
Steve
left. It looks like this Friday night just may be free for both
him and
Schanke. It seems as if two other officers owed them a favour,
and now
they're calling the marker,"Nat said. She looked over at
Stace standing at
the stove, boiling milk to make some old-fashion hot cocoa. Nat
couldn't
help but notice that she hadn't said but a few words since
arriving this
evening. Distant by all accounts and looking as if she'd been
through war.
Nat continued hoping to bring Stace from her distant state.
"Oh, and yes, I
did call my doctor and she said as long as I feel fine, then
going out
wouldn't be a problem." Natalie paused, then
said,"You've been very quite.
Very unusual for you. Especially when our plans for a night out
are looking
up." Stace hooked a finger in her back pocket and bit her
lip.
Stace turned and looked blankly at Nat, "I'm sorry. I didn't
sleep
very well last night."
Getting up from the table, Nat wobbled to where Stace stood. She
put a
loving arm around her friend. Then choosing her words carefully,
she said,
"Stace? Whatever or whoever it is, it'll be ok. I'm right
here if you want
to talk." Natalie playfully shoved her friend, "We can
have one of our
'wine and talk' times. Hey, I may have to change the wine part to
grape
juice, but the talk can still be the same."
Stace cleared her mind from her problems and Grammy's cryptic
message.
She turned to Natalie with smile. "Nothing to talk about
except you, Nick,
and the baby." Why Grammy wanted her to speak with Natalie
about her future
was put on the back burner. Now, it was just two old friends
enjoying their
visit.
When the cocoa was finished, Stace carefully poured each of them
a cup.
Stace raised her cup, "To a new tradition. Hot cocoa and
talk."
Natalie giggled. As she took a sip, she thought to herself, 'Now,
this
is like the old Stace.'
"I'm just worried about you. That's all,"Stace tried to
explain her
silence. It wasn't a lie. She was worried about her friend and
the baby.
They both meant so much to her.
Natalie reached for Stace's hand, "Anastasia Trinette
Gilbeaux, it's
your turn to trust me not to criticize or judge."
"Getting formal, aren't we?"Stace half smiled, raising
one of her dark
eyebrows. Abandoning the cup of hot cocoa at the table, she
ambled over to
the piano. Maybe she should tell Nat. Get it over with. And then
what?
Nat would be beyond upset. It could cause her to go into
premature labor.
Is that how she wanted to remember or be remembered? No. Only
with smiles
and laughter. Whatever Grammy thought about her future being in
Nat's hands
had to be just her grandmother's over exaggerated voodoo
imagination
combined with the knowledge of her granddaughter's health.
Stace fingered a few keys on the piano. She had to tell Nat
something.
But what?
Natalie sat, watching her oldest friend withdraw into herself.
What
was she keeping? Why so distant? It almost broke her heart to see
Stace
fight such a personal battle by herself.
Many months ago it had been her that fought that battle. Natalie
remembered the tears that had fell that night as she and Stace
sat on the
balcony at her French Quarters' apartment. She could still taste
the salt
from those tears. Natalie couldn't tell Stace the whole truth.
But, just
to say the words to someone, to Stace- that she was hopelessly in
love with
a man and that she couldn't keep having faith for both of them-
had been a
lifesaver for Nat.
It had been Stace that listened as she poured her hear out into
the
cool New Orleans night air. It was Stace that had made the radio
dedication
that Nick had heard. Stace had been the one insisting on the
Mardi
Gras/Valentine wedding. Natalie recalled as Stace stood by her
side as her
maid of honor. Stace had looked her that night as if...
"Stace, please
tell me,"Natalie pleaded.
This isn't what she wanted. She didn't want to have this
conversation
at all. Clearing her mind, she focused on the lie that she was
about to
tell her friend. And it severed her soul in pieces.
"A friend from New Orleans is ill. I just found out from
Grammy when I
phoned home last night,"Stace said in one breath. She didn't
want to lie to
Nat but there was no other way.
A strange feeling washed over Natalie. "A friend. Someone
you work with?"
"Ah...Yes. He is in the hospital and the doctors' outlook is
grim.
They've told him he is dying."The words, no matter how many
times her own
doctors had said them, sounded almost foreign to her.
"You and your friend are...close?" Natalie had
suspected that her
friend's unusual behavior was due to more than just jet lag.
Stace walked over to the window and stared into the night.
"You could
say that."
Natalie joined her and gave her friend a hug. "I'm sorry. It
must be
difficult. I'm always here, if you need me."
Returning the hug, Stace blinked hard to fight the impeding
tears.
"And I for you."
October 21
Nick had just finished a half a bottle of blood and was putting
on his
black jacket when Natalie made her way down the stairs. He
couldn't help
but stare at his ravishing wife. The elegant dress in shades of
blue
complimented her beautifully.
"Nick? Is this ok?" Natalie asked while she blushed. By
her
husband's expression, she could safely assume that she had chosen
correctly.
Slowly, he walked to her and took one of her hands. He brushed
soft
kisses across her knuckles. Then, the kisses he placed on her
neck as he
held her body.
"Nick..."
He nibbled her earlobe. "Mmm, yes Nat?"he mumbled.
She closed her eyes, reveling in his desire for her, even in her
pregnant state. "Honey, we told everyone that we would meet
them at The
Escapade at eight sharp."
Trailing the kisses to her cheek, he said, "We could be
fashionable late."
Before Natalie had a chance to respond, Nick lowered his lips
onto
hers. The kiss deepened and Nick easily lifted his wife into his
arms.
Just as he reached the middle of the stairs, the phone rang.
He paused the kiss just long enough to say, "Let the answer
machine
have it. I want you now."
Natalie's smile filled his eyes as he went for another kiss. Then
he
heard, "Ah, Nick? Natalie? Hi. This is Steve. I think I'm
lost. Oh well,
I guess you two have already left..."
Nick looked at his wife, disappointed. He gently placed her back
on
her feet and rushed to the phone and clicked the stop button on
the
answering machine and picked up the phone.
"Steve...No, We, we were just on our way out...Where are
you?..."
While Natalie listened to Nick's end of the conversation, she
straightened
her dress and retouched her lipstick. When Nick had finished
giving Steve
directions, she was standing by his side with her coat draped
over her arm.
She held out her hand to him. Smiling, she said, "Can I lead
you into the
night?"
Nick placed his hand into her soft one. "As long as you are
there, you
may lead me anywhere."
>>>>>>>>
As they rode in the caddy to the club, Nick could feel something
was on
Natalie's mind.
"Nat? Are you sure you're up for this?"
"Yes. It's been so long since we've been out. What makes you
think
otherwise?"
"Most of last night and tonight you've been
quite...detached,"Nick said
as he tried to watch the road and his wife at the same time.
Natalie remembered thinking the same about Stace yesterday and
the day
before that. Stace had reassured her that her mind was still on
the friend
in New Orleans even while the her and Nat shopped and toured
Toronto yesterday.
"It's Stace. She told me that she just discovered that a
friend of
hers from work is dying. And, there is nothing the doctors can do
for
him,"Natalie said, staring out onto the road and the
traffic.
"Him? As in a boyfriend friend?"Nick asked. He thought
back when
Stace and Steve came to the loft shortly after they arrived to
Toronto.
Perhaps this was what caused their friend such pain.
Natalie nodded. "Stace practically admitted to me they are
very
close." She paused, then continued. "How sad to find
someone to add meaning
to your life, only to lose them to a disease without hope for a
cure."
Nick reached for her hand, then kissed it where her wedding band
encircled her finger. "Maybe they will find a cure. Then
Stace and her
friend can have a chance at happiness like ours."
Taking a deep breath, Natalie replied, "I pray that happens.
No one
should die without having a special love in their life."
>>>>>>>>
Nick and Natalie arrived at The Escapade with five minutes to
spare.
As Nick drove the caddy to the entrance, he could see Schanke,
Myra, Stace
and Steve standing to the right of the entrance, talking and
laughing.
Two valets were waiting to open Nick's and Natalie's car doors
when
Nick brought the caddy to a halt. The younger man on Nick's side,
held out
his hand for the keys and Nick exited the car. Nick hesitated.
"Hey, Knight! Give 'em the keys already! They're not going
to try and
steal a cop's car. Right fellas?"Schanke yelled.
The young man smiled, then his face went blank as Nick stared
into his
eyes. The gentleman's heartbeat grew louder. Nick's voice echoed
in the
young man's mind, "I expect my car to be returned to me in
the exact
condition I left it."
"Exact...condition..."the young man repeated in a
monotone voice.
Nick broke the trance and gave a slap on the young's man arm.
Dropping the keys into his hand, Nick smiled and said,
"Thanks," then
hurried to Natalie.
Leaning in close to him, Natalie whispered, "Was *that*
really necessary?"
"A little extra insurance never hurts,"Nick whispered
back.
They reached the rest of their party. As they did, hugs and
handshakes
were being made among the friends, old and new alike. Afterwards,
the
doorman in a hunter green suit, held the dark glass door open for
them.
>>>>>>>>
A short time later, the doorman held the darkened door open once
more
for another. He looked and thought it strange this man seemed to
arrive out
of thin air. Sometimes patrons of the establishment parked their
own cars.
Maybe this was on of those times...or perhaps not.
As he opened the door, he said, "Hope you have a nice
evening."
With steel eyes and an evil grin, LaCroix answered, "I am
sure it will
be most profitable."
>>>>>>>>
After the coats were checked in, the party of six were shown to
their
table to the left of the dance floor. From the outside, the club
didn't
look this big- a staircase and elevator for access to the second
floor, the
vast dance floor and equally sizable stage which a soft white
spotlight
shown down upon waiting for the club's band that would be on
later in the
evening.
Inside The Escapade was somewhat dark and shadowy except for very
low
blue, purple, and yellow lights that seem to intermingle with the
darkness.
Like most places on a Friday night, it had its share of a crowd
with couples
huddling close to each other and small groups laughing over
drinks while
gathered at tables that outlined the spacious dance floor.
"Impressive. Definitely one of the classier places in
Toronto,"Schanke
remarked as they each took a chair.
Natalie had to agree. "Myra this is a great place!"she
complimented as
Annie Lennox's music filled the place.
"This place is new, isn't it Myra?"Nick asked. From
then on the
conversation drifted to one subject to another.
"...so, you just walked in and told your boss you were
taking a week's
vacation,"Natalie was saying, grinning. "He must be a
fantastic boss to not
yell or scream or give you the speech of 'we can't afford for you
to leave
right now.'"
"That's what happened. And he gave me no problems
whatsoever,"Stace
said, lying once more as a young lady in a short mini skirt
approached the
table.
"Hi, My name is Mandy. I'll be your hostess for this
evening. Can I
get anyone a drink?" Mandy said as Steve and Schanke's eyes
went to her long
legs.
Myra elbowed her husband- who was sitting to her right- hard,
then
whispered, "She said a drink...not a date, Don."
Embarrassed he'd been caught, Schanke said, "I know...I
wasn't doing
anything." Myra laughed then squeezed her husband's hand.
Meanwhile, Steve continued to stare until Stace whispered into
his ear,
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." Steve blushed then
rolled his eyes.
Natalie was the first to speak, "I'll just have a club
soda." Myra
followed suit, "I'll have the same."
Shake in turn elbowed his partner sitting to his right,
"Looks like I
have a designated driver! I have a boiler maker."
Looking over at her husband, Myra said, "Very funny. You
better make
sure you can walk because I will not carry you!"
Stace, who was sitting between Natalie and Steve, leaned in and
said,
"Myra, we'll just let Nick and Steve carry him. They will
probably be
joining Don in the doghouse as well."
Laughter erupted. Then Steve spoke up hoping to salvage the guys
reputation, "I'll think I'll just have a beer. Only one
beer." The
waitress then looked over to Nick, sitting between his wife and
partner,
"And for you sir?" Nick had often been in this
situation the past
centuries. If he just ordered something rather than nothing, less
suspicion
and questions followed. "I'll also have a club soda."
"Make that four,"Stace said before Natalie could say
anything about
Nick's choice of drink.
Looking puzzled, Natalie asked her friend, "A club soda? As
I recall,
your drink of choice is a glass of cabernet sauvignon over
ice."
"Well..."Stace began, looking over at her brother.
"Unless you're..."Natalie's eyes suddenly widen.
"...you're pregnant?"
The rest of the group drew quiet to hear the answer.
"Nat..."she tried to say. 'Only if that were the
case,'Stace thought.
"That's why you look so pale."
"Nat..."Stace tried once more, this time a little
louder. She covered
Nat's hand with her own. "I'm not pregnant."
Steve interrupted, "Stace...ah...well, has been trying to be
a little
more health conscious."
Embarrassed, Natalie said, "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie!" The
two friends
hugged. "I guess I thought it would be wonderful for both of
us to be
expecting."
"No problem, Nat. It would have been neat to know that maybe
our
children could be as close as we are,"Stace said when the
hug had ended.
Her eyes drifted over to Steve. He smiled, emotionally supporting
her.
After a twenty minutes had passed, Mandy brought the drinks. Nick
spoke
up, "A toast!" He held up his glass as everyone did.
"To old and new
friends." "Here, here!"Schanke said.
"And...to Stace. Happy early
birthday!"Natalie added.
"Happy birthday," "Best wishes!" Everyone
said at the same time.
After Schanke had downed half of his drink, Whitney Houston's
'Step by
Step' was being announced as the next song. Schanke said,
"Myra, I think we
need to show these youngsters that we are still in the
game."
Myra grinned, "Don, are you asking me what I think you
are?"
Schanke stood and helped Myra up, "Let's go boogie."
Once more laughter bubbled. Stace stood and asked her brother,
"I love
this song! Shall we?" Steve gave her a look of
disapprovement but complied
anyway.
As they left, Nick stood and held a hand out to Nat, "If you
are up to
it...may I have this dance?"
Nat's smile of love reached her eyes. "Yes, you may."
The three couples began to sway as Whitney Houston's voice
echoed:
"Well, there's a bridge and there's a river that I still
must cross,
As I'm going on my journey, I might be lost
And there's a road I have to follow, a place I have to go
Well no one told me just how to get there,
but when I get there I'll know."
And as the chorus began, the three couples were dancing now as a
group.
Stace looked over at her brother and smiled. Nick took Nat into
his arms
and gave her a quick kiss. Schanke hugged his wife:
"Cause I'm taking it step by step, bit by bit,
Stone by stone, yeah, brick by brick,
Step by step, day by day,
Mile by mile..."
Then as the next verse and chorus was sung, Stace turned to her
brother, took his hands into hers and looked into his soul as
they danced to
the beat of the music. She mouthed the words that came next,
"Don't give up, you've got to hold onto what you've got,
Don't give up, you've got to keep on movin' don't stop.
I know you're hurting, and I know you're blue,
I know you're hurting, but don't let the bad things get to
you."
Steve drew his sister into his arms, his closed eyes wet with
tears.
Through the semi-darkness, only Nick saw his reactions. He had a
feeling
Stace's odd behavior was more than just a friend's illness. And
whatever it
was, it was going to hurt Natalie.
The song came to and end and everyone went back to the table a
little
more breathless. Schanke quickly drank the rest of his drink and
was looking
for Mandy.
"Natalie, we've still got it girlfriend,"Stace said as
she playfully
hugged Nat. Nat laughed, as well as everyone.
Under the table, Steve grabbed his sister's hand and squeezed it.
Stace turned to read Steve's face. She smile and nodded to let
him know
that she was fine.
The club was suddenly filled by the DJ's voice, "The
Escapade's
featured band, Love Bites, will be up in twenty! But, before
then, here's a
double shot of Bryan Adams. Enjoy!"
As 'Everything I Do' began to play, Natalie remarked, "Stace
if I
didn't know any better, I'd say that you were up to your
dedications again."
Stace held up her hands, "Not me. At least not this
time." Smiling,
she continued, "Go ahead, don't you two waste a perfectly
good love song,"
Nick stood, held out his hand once more and lead his wife to the
dance
floor.
"Myra...ah, you wouldn't..."Schanke began to say.
"I'd love to
Don,"Myra said, her smile filling his heart.
The song started and couples began to sway:
"Look into my eyes - and you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there, you'll search no more."
Nick held Nat close as they let the words speak for their hearts.
He
then looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. "I love you
Natalie Knight."
Natalie smiled as tears of joy glistened her eyelashes, "I
will always love
you Nick."
With the two couples on the dance floor, Stace turned so that she
could
watch. She leaned back into Steve. "Nat and Nick are really
happy, aren't
they?"
Steve put his chin onto her shoulder, "Yeah, they are.
Thanks to you
and Grammy."
"Nah...we just helped a little. The love between Nick and
Natalie was
there all along. Life just got into the way."
"Ya know lil sis...you and Grammy could start a romance
service,"Steve
said teasing.
Stace elbowed him and laughed. She then resumed watching her
friends
dancing. Stace became quiet as a tear fell helplessly down her
cheek, "They
have a love that most of us will never experience."
He turned his sister's face to him and wiped away the tear,
"But, the
most important thing is that we're loved by someone whether it's
a friend or
family. Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?"
Stace hugged his brother tight knowing that she was loved
although it
wasn't the love she had no time left for.
While Nick and his bride were on the dance floor, LaCroix was
staring.
"Oh Nicholas, is this what you're reduced to?" He then
turned his attention
to the young lady leaning back into the man. From listening
outside of
their hotel room that night, he knew that they were brother and
sister. It
could be fun if he involved both. No, the one that would hurt the
now Dr.
Knight would be the young, dark-haired, lady. Funny, he'd never
notice just
how exotic shade of colour that dark hair was until now.
While the song came to a close, Nick sensed another vampire in
the
room. LaCroix. His body tensed. "Nick, something
wrong?"Natalie asked as
they began to make their way back to the table. Nick decided not
to say
anything. Nat did not need the stress. "Its nothing
Nat,"he said, putting
his best smile forth, then leaning to give her a quick kiss.
As the two couples returned to the table, Stace remarked,
"That was
some awesome dancing you guys."
Both Nat and Myra grinned, Nick and Schanke looking confident.
"Well...ya know. When the Schankster is out on the dance
floor, everyone
better move it or lose it,"Schanke said.
Again, laughter ruled the table. Stace looked up to see a man on
the
opposite of the dance floor, leaning at the end of the bar. His
eyes seemed
to piece her soul, her very being. He could hear his voice echo
in her
head, "Come to me." She blinked hard then looked away.
Had she really
heard that or wished it?
LaCroix's smug face then turned one to curiosity. Had she broken
the
trance? What kind of person was she? This was to be a an
interesting chase
indeed.
The words to the second Bryan Adams' song reverberated through
her:
"Life - thin as thread.
Sometimes you're lucky,
Sometimes you're better off dead.
As Stace's eyes kept fixed upon the mysterious man, the
conversation
continued though she was oblivious to it as the song continued:
"Well, I know what your heart desires,
But you can't take it with you
Into the fire."
Suddenly Stace stood up. "Where are you going
Stace?"Steve asked.
"Uh, Don, you said you wanted another boiler maker
right?"
"The waitress will be here in a minute or so,"Natalie
said.
Stace replied as she left, "Well, I need the stretch. Be
back in a
few." With that, Stace disappeared into the crowd, leaving
the rest of her
party confused. "Wonder what *that* was all about?"Myra
asked. Nick
replied, "Women, who can understand them?" In return
for this statement,
Nat smiled and politely slapped Nick's arm and reminded him,
"Remember that
you have to home with one."
Stace made her way through the crowd, only to see the strange
gentleman
vanish around the corner behind a wall near the bar. She slowed
her walk
and rounded the corner to find him there standing with his arms
crossed.
Leaning with one foot and both hands propped behind her against
the
wall, Stace bit her bottom lip, then said, "Didn't your
mother ever tell you
that it wasn't polite to stare?"
He rose an eyebrow, a sly grin brought a bit of colour to his
ashen
face. In a deep captivating voice, he said "I was never one
to do as I was
told."
Stace listened and felt as if his voice was familiar, but from
where?
She took a breath, "What is your name? I would at least like
to know who
has had the pleasure of staring at me."
"You waste no time." Taking a step closer to her, he
answered, "I
am...LaCroix. Lucian LaCroix."
She rose an eyebrow herself, "One can't waste what one
doesn't have."
His presence, his body so close to hers caused her heart to race
with
excitement. LaCroix could sense her rising heartbeat and could
smell the
sweet scent of her blood, and the feeling of dilemma within her
even from
this short distance. He took in her dark hair and eyes into his
mind. This
woman who was to be his object of revenge was slowly becoming an
object of
desire. He slowly closed his eyes and opened them hoping to
refocus on his
plan.
Without warning, Stace turned and walked away. He didn't know why
he'd
said it, but the words escaped his throat, "And what may I
call you?"
Stace stopped and seductively turned to face him. She brushed
passed
him, passed the wall to retrieve a napkin and a pen from the end
of the bar.
When she had returned, she tucked the napkin into his hand, then
said,"You...can call me anytime while I'm in Toronto."
The words of the song rang through her head as she reached up and
placed a hard kiss on LaCroix's unexpecting lips:
"You could wait for your dreams to come true,
But time has no mercy.
Time won't stand still for you."
He pressed her close as she deepened the kiss. Then just as soon
as
the kiss had begun, she abruptly stepped back ending the kiss.
Stace turned
and provocatively strolled back to her table. LaCroix watched her
hips
rocked to one side then the other in her black leather pants. All
thoughts
of revenge left his mind as he stared at this...this mortal. And
that kiss!
What had come over him? Remembering, he carefully opened the
napkin. It
simply said, 'Anastasia, Room 905' and the hotel's phone number.
He drew
the napkin to his nose and breathed in the traces of her perfume
that the
enticing, bewitching vixen had left behind. His eyes were
beginning to
change and LaCroix could feel his fangs extending. Quickly he
made his way
to a secluded spot to regain control.
As Stace walked back to her table, she couldn't believe what she
had
just done. Kissed a man she didn't even know. But, for some
reason she was
drawn to him. She ran a finger over her lips, remembering his
pressing
hard against her own. Then she ran it below the bottom one to
remove the
smeared lipstick. And his eyes! She could get lost within them
with and
never return.
Sitting down, she was confronted with five pairs of eyes, all
fixed on
her. "What!?!"
Steve said, "Uh, I thought you went for a drink for
Don." Stace,
looking embarrassed, tried to cover, "Ah, well, yes. But,
ah, my stretching
took a little longer. Sorry, Don."
Schanke shrugged, "Hey, no problem. Mandy brought me another
one anyway."
"May I have your attention!"the DJ, now stood on centre
stage in front
of a microphone. He waited for a moment then continued,
"Welcome to The
Escapade. You guys are the greatest!" Claps and cheers
bounced off the
walls. "And here is the band you're waited for! Here is Love
Bites!!"
As the band began to play, others gathered at the stage, clapping
and
singing. Stace joined in the singing from her seat:
"Come on baby, let's get away
Let's save our troubles for another day-
Come go with me, we've got it made
Let me take you on an escapade."
Steve leaned over and hugged his sister. "I've always loved
your
singing." She smiled, then an idea struck her head. As
everyone enjoyed the
music, she excused herself a second time.
"Now where is she going?"Myra inquired? "Is she
ok?"
Nat and Nick exchanged glances. "I bet that she's going to
do one of
her famous dedications,"Nick said he looked at Natalie. Nat
grinned, "Oh, I
know so." Both Schanke and Myra looked bewildered.
"Huh?" "What?"they both
asked the same time. Natalie laughed then proceeded to explain
the various
dedications Stace arranged in New Orleans including the one over
the radio
and at the Mardi Gras ball.
Two songs had passed when Stace finally returned with a grin as
if she
were the cat and the rest of her party were the rats. "Uh
oh,"Nick remarked
turning to Nat, "I think we're in trouble."
Steve drew his eyebrows together, "Stace?"
"Stace...you didn't...or did you?" Nat said, secretly
wishing for
another dance with her husband.
Stace looked to Nat, to Nick, then back to Steve. "I'll
guess you'll
have to wait and see."
A few more fast paced numbers from the band, then overwhelming
clapping
from the crowd. Then the lead singer, a long haired gentleman
spoke,
"Tonight, we've had a unusual request." Both Nick and
Nat looked at each
other and said, "She did." Stace smiled and shook her
head. What she had
planned for Nat, no one would have guessed.
The band's leader continued, "This persuasive lady from New
Orleans,
Louisiana has requested a unusual dedication. Help me welcome her
to the
stage!"
The crowd clapped as Stace made her way to the stage, leaving her
friends contemplating what she had up her sleeve next.
Stace was helped up the stage by the gentlemen, then she spoke,
her
voice resinating over he hushed crowd, "Usually, I do this
second-hand, but
I'd like to make this dedication in person. This song is for my
oldest
friend, her husband, and the new life that is soon to be in the
world. Nat,
remember that nothing is impossible as long as you believe."
With that said, Stace nodded to the pianist to begin. As the
first few
notes of the song played, the only light that was shown was a
soft white one
beaming on Stace as she sang looking at where her friend sat:
"Every now and then
We find a special friend,
Who never lets us down
Who understands it all.
Reaches out each time we fall
You're the best friend that I've found.
Natalie sat there, unable to move. She could feel that she was on
the
verge of tears. Nick put his hands onto her shoulders and kissed
her cheek.
"I know you can't stay
A part of you will never, ever go away
Your heart will stay."
Stace closed her eyes allowing every emotion to escape through
every word:
"I'll make a wish for you
And hope it will come true,
That life will just be kind
To such a gentle mind.
If you lose you way
Think back to yesterday,
Remember me this way...Ooo...remember me this way."
Schanke whispered over to Steve, "She should've gone in show
business
instead of being a coroner. Man, oh man, can she sing!"
Steve heard him as he continued to be in awe of his sister. Stace
took
the microphone from its stand and as the spotlight followed her
movements,
walked stage-right in order to get closer for a better angle to
see Natalie:
"I don't need eyes to see
The love you bring to me,
No matter where I go.
And I know that you'll be there
Forever more a part of me, you're everywhere
I'll always care."
She reached towards Natalie and smiled as she sang. Once more she
sang
the chorus. Then closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes once
more, the
words, this time were directed to both Natalie and Nick:
"And I'll be right behind your shoulders watching you...
Standing by your side in all you do-
And I won't every leave,
As long as you believe, you just believe."
When he thought no one was looking, Steve allowed the tears he'd
been
holding back to fall freely. He quickly wiped them away before no
one could
noticed. No one, but Nick.
From his secluded spot, LaCroix watched in wonderment. All
thoughts of
revenge suddenly seemed to be vanquished with each note, each
word she sang.
He had to know this woman.
Stace finished the song and the crowds went wild. Both crowds
from the
dance floor and second floor continued to yell for more as she
thanked the
band's leader and left the stage. Even before she reached the
table,
Natalie was standing there with a tear-streaked face. "Oh
Stace!" She
hugged her friend tightly, not wanting to let go. Stace
whispered,
"Natalie, you will always be my very best friend. I love you
girl."
Natalie drew back, wiping tears from Stace's face, "I love
you too, you
crazy nut." Arm in arm, they made their way back to the
table where the
rest of the group stood ready to give hugs. Steve kissed his
sister's cheek
and whispered, "You will never cease to surprise me."
>>>>>>>>
October 22-
The following night, Natalie sat on the couch with a book, a
beautiful
wispy smile adorned her face. "You look positively
content,"Nick said as he
bent down to kiss her forehead.
She sighed, "You know, I am. I have a wonderful husband, a
brand new
life within me, and last night my friend gave me the best
dedication I could
have ever dreamed."
Nick sat on the arm of the black couch looking down at her and
smiled,
"Yes, it was, wasn't it? In all the years I've lived, I've
never met
someone quite like Stace."
"I don't think you ever will,"Nat said as she giggled.
"Do you think
Schanke and Myra had a nice time?"
Nick nodded and grinned, "Yeah, I think so. Myra seemed very
pleased
that Schanke danced with her as much as he did." As Nick
grabbed his jacket,
he asked, "You and Stace have anything planned
tonight?"
Natalie thought, "I don't think so. I think we were both in
agreement
that I'd just call her later since we all were up until this
morning."
"Good thinking,"Nick said as he kneeled down. He kissed
his wife
goodbye, "I'll see you when I get back. I love you."
Then he kissed her
swollen abdomen, "I love you too, Little One. You and your
mother take care
of each other while I'm at work."
Natalie smiled, "Have a safe night at work. We love you
too."
>>>>>>>>
The phone rang, startling Stace as she stared out the window into
the
night. She had been thinking of the strange, exotic man from last
night.
Picking up the receiver, she answered, "Hello?...Yes, this
is
Anastasia...Alright...Thank you." Hanging up the phone she
searched for a
pen and a piece of paper.
Steve had left earlier after Mandy, the hostess from last night,
had
gotten in touch with him and asked him out for a drink. Stace had
promised
to lay down and take it easy tonight, but this was much too
important.
Quickly she scribbled that she would be gone for a few hours and
not to
worry. She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, black boots, and a
white silk
shirt tucking it in the pants. One last check in the mirror to
retouch her
makeup and hair, Stace grabbed her
jacket and left the room, locking the door behind her as she
rushed to the
elevator.
A few minutes later, she was making her way through the large
luxurious
lobby when she saw him. She slowed her walked until finally
reaching him.
"Good evening Anastasia,"LaCroix said as he lifted her
hand to place
a soft kiss.
Stace blushed and said, "Good evening. And to my friends,
it's Stace."
"I prefer Anastasia. It reminds me of someone I knew a very
long time
ago,"LaCroix replied remembering the Russian Czar's
daughter.
"Then, Anastasia it is." Stace smiled.
LaCroix caught himself lingering in the past. He grinned and
said, "Oh,
and you may call me Lucian."
"It would be my pleasure...Lucian,"she said looking at
him with her
alluring eyes.
He held out his arm for her. "Shall we?" As she looped
her arm though
his, she responded, "Yes."
For an hour, they walked the streets of Toronto discussing her
line of
work and his work at the radio station. Stace realized it must
have been his
voice that she'd heard her first night in Toronto. "Why do
you talk of such
dark subjects, Lucian?"Stace asked as they passed in front
of a park.
LaCroix led her to a bench. "Perhaps the reason could be
that I live and
work in the
darkness of the night,"he answered hoping not to get into
the subject of
vampirism, although of course he could easily lose himself into
draining
this woman right at this moment.
Stace shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so. But, it's got to be more
than that."
"Since you've already had first had experience with my
'discussions,'
tell me...what do you think of them?"LaCroix asked.
Rising, she walked to the water's edge, "I've only heard the
one about
death. And even though my brother thinks you are in need of
serious help, I
on the other hand could relate."
Intrigued, LaCroix rose as well to join her. "Please,
elaborate."
She didn't want to ruin the evening. But, she had to say
something, "My
mother died from cancer many years ago. And I've always felt that
if my
father would have let her come to terms with it and become
friends with
death, then she would have left this life happier."
Something penetrated LaCroix's cold wall around his soul. He
couldn't
put a name to it. "I am sorry for your lost,"he simply
said. And then he
noticed a tear in the corner of her eye. Without thinking,
LaCroix bent
down and kissed the tear. He suddenly scolded himself. He should
be
draining her! Not consoling this mere mortal!
Stace looked up into his eyes. Their lips found each other
without a
sound. His hands wondered, exploring. Hers held his neck, then
trailing
down the front of his chest. What was happening to him?
Unexpectedly, he
broke the kiss and turned away. Stace tried to find the words as
she talked
to his back, "I'm sorry. If it was something I did or
said...I promise not
to push." Stace turned and walked back to the bench.
The vampire in him had emerged and wanted to do more than just
kiss this
mortal. "It's not you. I must leave."
Before she had a chance to respond, she turned to find that
LaCroix had
vanished into the night.
>>>>>>>>
LaCroix found himself outside of Nicholas' loft. He should just
turn
around and fly back to the Raven and chalk this up to a rare
moment of
insanity. Instead, he found himself standing outside of the
loft's sliding
door.
Natalie thought she had heard a knock.. She rose and opened the
door to
find LaCroix, "Nick's not here and I won't tolerate your
presence." Then
the thought struck her strange that he'd come in through the door
and not
the skylite.
He said nothing. Just entered with a look on his face as if he'd
been
hit by a truck. He went over to the fireplace and stared into the
burning
embers, "I am not here to see Nick. It is you that I wish to
see."
Quickly she said, "LaCroix, there is nothing for you here.
The
Enforcers will not allow any harm to come to me or the baby
unless you are
prepared to lose you life."
"That's not why I came. Believe me, I wish it were."
Almost afraid to ask, Natalie spoke the words, "Then, why
are you here?"
LaCroix couldn't believe what he was saying, "I want to know
how is it
that Nicholas and you love each other? Does this emotion of love
hurt so much?"
She collapsed on the couch in unbelief at what her enemy was
asking.
Natalie shook her head, "Pardon?"
"I think I have fell victim to the thing I've despised about
you and
Nicholas,"he continued.
Taking a breath, she answered in bewilderment, "Well,
ah...we just do.
We believe in the love we feel and we have faith in it."
"Belief and faith, I have never understood those concepts.
To have
faith in something other than yourself. Throughout the centuries
I've
witness those that would be killed for those ideas. But..."
he commented.
"Why LaCroix! This is a side of you I've never
seen,"Natalie remarked.
LaCroix turned sharply her, "I came seeking help doctor, not
to be your
source of amusement!"
"I apologize." She paused then said, "Here is my
professional opinion.
You have all the classic signs of a common mortal condition that
is called
'love.' The prescription is to get an abundance of it from this
other
person and to return it in equal amounts."
LaCroix looked at Natalie with somber eyes, "I have no idea
if I have
the ability to do what you ask."
She couldn't believe she was doing this. Giving advice to LaCroix
about
his love life. She was in utter disbelief at this conversation.
"LaCroix
all it takes is a little belief."
"We shall see doctor." With that, he flew out through
his normal way of
departure. Natalie shook her head and pinched herself to make
sure she
hadn't drempt this episode. Getting the cordless phone, she
dialed Nick's
cellular one. "Nick, you're not going to believe
this..."
>>>>>>>>
When LaCroix returned to the park, he was relieved to see her
still
there. He quietly walked up to her. It startled him when she
spoke, "All
you had to say was that you didn't want to be with me."
Stace stared out
over the pond that the park encircled. She had felt his presence
behind
him, though she didn't understand how. Maybe she did have a
little Grammy
voodoo
psyhic in her after all.
"Forgive me. I was foolish,"he simply said.
She bit her bottom lip and said nothing. Then she felt him sat
next to
her, then his hand on her chin to turn her face to his.
"Anastasia, there
are many things about me that you will never understand. But, I
find myself
unexplainably attracted to you."
Stace opened her mouth to speak when he silenced her with a
passionate
kiss.
Several hours flew past until it was nearly one in the morning.
Stace
and LaCroix had walked the streets talking about her New Orleans
and places
he had seen, stopping here and there for a stolen private moment.
Stace
looked at her watch, "I don't want to, but I must return to
the hotel. If I
know my brother, he will have the entire police force searching
for me."
LaCroix smiled. How long had it been since he'd truly smiled from
his
cold heart? Centuries, perhaps? But the smile was contagious as
Stace
produced one of her own. "I've enjoyed this evening with
you, Lucian."
"You have given me more than I deserve,"he quietly
said.
As they turned the corner towards the hotel, Stace suddenly saw
complete
and utter darkness. She could feel herself falling, but could do
nothing to
stop it. A silent scream roared through her head as the pain
crashed inside
her brain.
In a split second, LaCroix was at her side,
"Anastasia!!" He thought
about taking her then, but people had begun to gather around. He
could
someone say, "Call an ambulance," another one saying,
"Hey, does anyone know
CPR?"
What seemed like hours, was only in reality was a few minutes
when the
ambulance arrived. "Stand back, please,"said one of the
attendants as she
pushed LaCroix away. "Ok, we've got low pulse, low
respiration. Let's get
the O2 on her,"another attendant said. They lifted her
non-responsive body
onto the gurney. "Are you her with her?" LaCroix looked
down at her body,
wishing he'd just bring her across. "Yes, yes, I'm with
her,"he answered.
"Ok, ride with
us. Will need her information,"the attendant said after they
had lifted the
gurney into the back of the ambulance.
As they rode in the ambulance, LaCroix watched as an I.V. was
placed
into her arm. The sounds of the siren and heart monitor beeping
filled the
small, cramped vehicle. He couldn't filter all the noise and
comprehend at
the same time. He should have just took her as he'd originally
planned.
Then none of this would have happened. He shook his head. No! He
couldn't
be feeling this! He was supposed to be immune to guilt!
"What is her name? Do you know of any known
allergies?"he could one of
them ask as they rushed to the hospital. LaCroix shook his head,
"Anastasia. I don't know..."
Before he knew it, they had arrived at the hospital. A team of
doctors
were already waiting for the patient. He ran beside them as she
was rushed
through the automatic double doors, down a hall and through
another set of
double doors. Suddenly he was stopped by one of the nurses,
"Sorry,
authorized personal only. You'll have to wait in the waiting
room." She
pointed to the room behind them.
Is this what love did? Made one feel helpless? If he could only
have a
moment alone with Anastasia, there would be no more need of
doctors.
LaCroix walked into the empty room. He tried to think.
Immediately, he
thought of Nicholas. He needed him. Not wanted to leave Anastasia
alone,
he picked up the phone and hoped there was someone on the other
end to help
him make the call.
The hospital operator kindly assisted him to place the call,
though she
was baffled why an obviously intelligent man didn't know how to
dial a
phone. After going through the precinct, he was finally connected
with
Nicholas. "Knight,"Nick said. LaCroix took a breath and
spoke.
"Nicholas..." Nick couldn't believe what he was
hearing. First, Nat
calling to say that LaCroix had dropped by for a friendly chat on
the
subject of love, now this.
"LaCroix?"
"Nicholas, I need you. It's Anastasia. She is in the
hospital. I...I
don't know what to do,"LaCroix hurriedly said.
"Anastasia? LaCroix I don't know..."Nick had started to
say.
LaCroix interrupted, "Natalie's friend."
"I'm on my way LaCroix,"he said hanging up the phone
and fishtailing the
caddy in the middle of the street. Stace was short for Anastasia,
he
should've remembered. He popped on the siren and rushed to the
loft for
Natalie.
After picking up Natalie, he waited to explain until they were on
the
way to the hospital. "Nat, stay claim. Alright?" Nat
looked at her
husband, shaking, "Just tell me Nick." Nick took a
breath, "It's Stace.
She's at the emergency room."
Natalie grabbed her chest, "What...But, why?? Tell me! She's
ok,
right? Nick?"
Nick took one of her hands, "Sweetheart....Nat. I don't know
all the
details. LaCroix only told me that she was there over the
phone."
"LaCroix? LaCroix phoned?" Nat shook her head. "He
must have been
done something to her. He'd better not have hurt her!"
"If he'd done anything, a hospital wouldn't have been
necessary." Nick
paused then took courage in what he was about to say, "And
Nat? I think why
LaCroix came to you is because Stace is the person he was
referring to
earlier this evening."
Natalie was dumbfounded. "Stace...LaCroix? They don't even
know each
other!"
"I don't understand either, Nat. Let's just wait until we
get there."
"Steve! Did anyone call Steve?"Natalie suddenly thought
outloud.
Nick answered, "Yes. He's not at their hotel suite. But,
I've left
word at the hotel for him when he returns."
A few minutes later, Nick pulled into the parking lot of the
emergency
room. Rushing inside, they found LaCroix in the waiting room.
LaCroix stood. Nick watched as Nat approached his master. Natalie
was
shaking all over, unsure as to ask what first. And then, standing
just a
foot away from LaCroix, it hit her like a ton of bricks. A
realization of
how LaCroix came to be in Stace's life. "You bastard! You
had planned all
along to bring her across for revenge. To pay back the pain when
Nick
married me. Tell me it's not the truth LaCroix! Say it and I'll
stake you
where you stand!"she hurled at him. Anger overwhelmed her.
"I don't know
how you wormed your sorry existence into her innocent life, but
it stops now!"
Nick grabbed Nat by the shoulders and into his arms, "Nat!
This is not
helping Stace."
LaCroix pursed his lips and looked away. Then he turned his eyes
back
to Natalie, "I will not deny that I had a plan of revenge
that included
Anastasia. I don't know how, but it changed. I can't explain it.
I swear
that all I said earlier tonight to you is the truth."
"How dare you! You aren't even worthy enough to say her
name!" Natalie
yelled in between the tears. "What did you do to her?"
"I assure you doctor, I did her no harm. We were walking
back to her
hotel when she collapsed." He paused. "You thought
about bringing her
over,"Nick said. LaCroix nodded, then continued, "There
were too many
people surrounding us. Someone called an ambulance."
Natalie collapsed into Nick's arms, "Get him out of here,
please...just
tell him to go!"
Nick looked over at LaCroix, amazed at the small change that had
been
wrought. Maybe there was hope for his master yet. LaCroix nodded
and left
the hospital.
Just after LeCroix's departure, Steve burst into the waiting
area,
"Where is she? What happened?"
"I'm not sure Steve, "Nick said. "We just got
here. Apparently she was
out walking...and collapsed,"he explained trying to leave
LaCroix out of it.
Natalie went to Steve. "I'm sure everything will be alright.
Maybe she
just fainted."
Steve snorted, then sarcastically said, "Fainted,
right."
Walking to the large picture window, he peeked through the
slitted
blinds. Many times he had visualized this moment. But, he had
imagined
this moment would be at home in New Orleans. He would have been
there when
everything came to an end. Stace would be surrounded by her
family. Not in
a totally different country in a strange hospital.
"Steve?"Natalie asked, perplexed by his reaction.
He took a breath. His voice cracked as he spoke, "I begged
her not to
come. Papa, me, everyone did. Everyone except Grammy. She kept
telling
Stace that she had to, that her future was here in Toronto."
Nick's brain began to sift thought the new information.
"If only Stace had stayed in New Orleans." Steve spun
around and
blurted out the very thing he had promised his sister that he
wouldn't.
"She would not be dying in some strange place surrounded by
doctors who
doesn't have a damn idea of what's going on."
Natalie couldn't speak. She just stood there motionless,
emotionless.
No, it wasn't true. She had just misunderstood. About to fall,
Nick
grabbed his wife and sat her down into a chair. "Oh God!
No...no, not Stace!"
Nick understood now. The weird vibrations from Stace. The
peculiar
looks that had been exchanged between her and Steve. Why Mrs.
Gilbeaux had
encouraged Stace's visit to Toronto. Stace's grandmother had
hoped that Nick
would bring Stace across in order to spare her from death.
In shock, Natalie looked at Nick blankly, then grabbing his
jacked, she
buried her face into his chest, sobbing.
Steve watched Natalie, now wishing he could take back his words.
But
it was too late and nothing would be the same.
Natalie sniffled, blinded by tears as she spoke, "How long?
When did
this nightmare begin? Surely there is something...something that
can be done?
Kneeling by his Natalie's side, Steve took her hand into his and
began
to explain. "Stace began having terrible headaches shortly
after
Thanksgiving. At first we all thought, even the doctors assumed
that the
headaches were attributed to stress. That was the theory until
the test
results proved everyone wrong." Steve paused, swallowed,
then continued.
"What the doctors found was a massive malignant brain
tumor."
Natalie gasped. Nick watched as the women he loved fall apart and
there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
"It's inoperative. Further blood work showed that she has
leukemia.
The tumor is a secondary cancer,"Steve added.
Natalie couldn't think. "But...what about
chemotherapy?"
Steve lowered his head and sighed, "She refused the
treatment." He
looked at Natalie, "You remember how our mother died?"
Natalie nodded as it
hit her, "She died from...cancer." Steve nodded,
"Stace did not want to
suffer during whatever time she had left."
Reaching for Steve, Natalie hugged him. She kept asking,
"Why? Why
Steve? Why couldn't she just have told me?"
By this time, both were in tears. "She wanted to say goodbye
with
smiles and laughter."
Releasing her, Steve walked back to the window leaving Natalie
crying
in Nick's arms. Nick gently rocked her back and forth. The pain
she was
feeling tore his heart in two. He wanted to say or do something,
anything.
Holding onto her tight he helplessly listened to her sobs of
hopelessness
and grief. Natalie looked at Nick, then whispered to him,
"You *can* do
something Nick." He shook his head, "Nat..."
"I'm looking for someone with Anastasia?"a masculine
voice said in the
doorway.
Steve turned around, his face wiped free of tears. "Yes, I'm
her
brother. Steve Gilbeaux." He prepared himself for the worst.
The doctor shook his hand, "Doctor Krinard. I'm in charge of
your
sister's case. Please, have a seat."
As they sat, Steve introduced Natalie and Nick. "It's o.k.
Whatever
you have to tell me, I have no objection to them hearing."
Dr. Krinard opened Stace's medical chart and cleared his throat.
"I
guess there's no need for me to go over your sister's medical
history. She
woke up shortly after she arrived to the emergency room. She gave
us her
history, which our tests confirmed. The brain tumor was the
reason she
collapsed."
Steve let out a sigh of relief that his sister was still alive.
"Can I see her?"
"As I've said, she is awake. But, she is groggy form the
pain meds. I
understand she has been on pain medication for awhile?"
"Yes, since August. She couldn't bare the pain
anymore."
The doctor nodded his head. "Did she receive any
chemotherapy?"
Steve shook his head. "After her doctors told her it was
terminal, she
refused to try." He looked away and sarcastically laughed
once more. "She
had told me that she hadn't been given a choice about the
disease, but she
was going to have a choice about how she died."
The room grew quiet as Natalie and Nick held each other.
Then, the doctor spoke once more. "I would like to inform
her doctor
in the states what transpired tonight. Just to keep them
updated."
Steve quickly scribbled the doctor's name and phone number on the
paper
Dr. Krinard provided.
Natalie still couldn't believe this was happening.
"When can we see her?"Steve asked once more, but
slightly different.
Nick noticed the subtle change of wording from 'I' to 'we.'
Dr. Krinard stood to leave. "Let the nurses get her settled
into her
room. I want to keep her for overnight observation despite there
is nothing
we can do for your sister. I'm sorry. All we can do now is have
faith and
belief during times like these. My prayers are with you
all,"the doctor
said as left.
>>>>>>>>
The nurses finished checking Stace's I.V. then left leaving her
alone
with only the sound of the steady beat of the heart monitor as
company. She
closed her eyes. When she opened them next, LaCroix stood by the
room's now
opened window.
She didn't care how he entered, only that he did.
Slowly, he walked to her and took one of her hands into his.
LaCroix
had overheard everything. The test results, her explanations, the
doctor
talking with those in the waiting room.
Opening her mouth to tell him the truth, he placed a finger over
her
lips. "I know you are dying. I can prevent it. I can design
it so that you
will
live forever."
The images of blood, eyes of a man she didn't recognize, Grammy's
divination ritual- all became clear. Stace removed his finger
from her
lips. "You're the one."
In an instant, his eyes changed so that they glowed and fangs now
were
present. Stace should have been scared, but she was not shock nor
repulsed.
Just amazed.
"Yes. I am what you have sought after. Anastasia, what I
offer you is
a rare gift. I make it your choice. Tomorrow night, I will
require an answer."
Suddenly, the door opened and LaCroix was gone, the window closed
once
again. Steve, Natalie, and Nick listlessly made their way into
the room.
Stace leaned her head back and groaned, "Oh God, its the
gloom patrol."
She looked over at Steve, "You told her didn't you?"
"Don't be harsh with your brother. He loves you
Stace,"Nick said.
"Yeah, I know,"she replied as she reached her hand for
Steve's as the
other reached for Nat.
Natalie sat by Stace's side, "Why didn't you tell me? There
were no
need for the lies."
Stace glanced over at Nick. "Would you take my brother to
get some
coffee? He looks like hell."
"Stace..."Steve began. "I'll be here. Nat and I
need to talk,"Stace
finished with.
Nick kissed Natalie, "I'll be right back. I love you."
"I love you too."
Stace was beaming as the guys left. "Now, that's what I like
to see."
"Don't change the subject, Stace."
"Alright. I'm caught. Why I lied..." Taking a breath,
Stace said, "I
didn't want a death bed scene like this one. We both deserve a
hell of alot
better." She paused for a moment, then continued.
"You're one of my oldest
friends Nat. I didn't want to cause you pain."
"But, either way it would have."
"I know that...now."
Natalie rose and walked to the window. "You knew when I was
in New
Orleans. You could have told me then."
"Oh right Nat. I don't think *Hi Nat! Welcome to New
Orleans! Oh, by
the way, I'm dying.* exactly goes together. Do you?"
"But, you seemed o.k. You were working, always on the go,
and we even
drank our share of vintaged wine together."
"I wasn't on heavy duty pain medications then. Oh, and I
didn't take a
vacation from work. I quit the job in August."
Natalie walked back to her friend's bedside. Uncontrollable tears
fell. Stace let Natalie sob to wear the shock down. Then she
faced Natalie
squarely in the eyes. She retrieved a tissue from the table near
the bed.
Wiping the tears from Nat's eyes, Stace firmly stated, "Your
five minutes of
crying is up. Save them for joy when you're baby is born. No
tears Nat. Only
smiles and laughter."
Hugging her friend, Natalie said, "Only smiles and
laughter...I promise."
>>>>>>>>
October 23-
The following night, Stace leaned back in the chair in front of
the
huge window of her hotel room. She felt like an eighteen wheeler
had ran
over her and the driver forgot to tell her.
She had opened the drapes wide and turned the inside lights off
so that
she could bathe in the moon's light. Would this be the way it
would be if
she accepted Lucian's offer? What kind of life would she have?
She felt
sure it would be one without her family. Fangs would become apart
of her
life as well as blood becoming as the staple of nourishment.
He had said forever. What if forever became to long? Although her
mother's side of the family was Catholic and her father's of a
voodoo
heritage, Stace had always had her own personal theory of life.
She believe
that it was an ever changing process, in which in each stage, a
person would
grow and learn something more than in the previous stage. You
lived, you
died, you lived again in another state of being until it was time
for the
next change.
Continuing to stare out the window into the night, Stace waited
for her
answer to arrive.
On the couch, Natalie sat leaning into Nick's embrace as a
roaring fire
burned in the fireplace. She stared into her cup of hot cocoa
unable to cry
anymore.
Nick fingered the chestnut curls of her hair, rubbing his cheek
against
them. "Nat?"
"Hmm?"Nat managed to voice.
"Honey, I wish there was something I could say to make this
better for
you."
Nat turned and sat her cup on the table and hugged Nick, "I
know. I
also know that you won't bring her across." She paused, then
said, "I need
to call Stace to see how she is doing."
"Nicholas..."LaCroix's voice startled them both. Nick
had been so
wrapped up in Nat's pain, he hadn't sense LaCroix's arrival.
Nick stood, then helped his wife from the couch.
Nat wasn't up for this. "LaCroix, leave by whatever way you
came in."
Nick looked at LaCroix, "Maybe you should leave."
"We must talk." LaCroix walked over to face them.
Natalie sat, resigning herself to get this over with as soon as
possible.
Nick could sense turmoil within LaCroix. He picked up his glass
of
cow's blood and drained it.
"I have told Anastasia about my true self and have given her
the choice."
"You did what!?!"Natalie exclaimed in horror. It was
one thing if Nick
would bring Stace across, but not LaCroix!
"Natalie, she is dying. And I have found that I cannot live
without her."
"You mean as a playtoy that you will toss aside or torment
like you
have done to Nick."
Nick rose, "Natalie needs no more pain. Especially from
you."
"No, Nicholas,"LaCroix interrupted with. "Let her
finish."
Natalie swallowed hard. "You wanted Stace as revenge against
me. Now,
you say that you actually care for her. How do I know you're
telling me the
truth."
LaCroix crossed in front of the fireplace to lean on the other
side of
its mantle. "You don't. I have not given you any reason to
believe what I
say. But, know this. With or without your blessing or
understanding, if
Anastasia accepts my offer, I will make her one of us."
In the next breath, LaCroix flew out of the loft via the loft's
skylite.
Natalie crumpled into Nick's waiting arms. "Please tell me
none of this
is happening."
Nick couldn't say the words she wanted to hear. All he could do,
was
to hold and love her.
>>>>>>>>
Stace managed to get Steve out of the room long enough for her to
sneak
out to the elevator. Once out of the lobby, she made her way to
the park.
When she arrived, she was disappointed that he wasn't there. He
hadn't
said where they would meet, but she had a feeling. Maybe she had
been wrong.
She turned to leave when she nearly ran into him.
They stared into each other's eyes. "Hello Lucian." How
her voice
blanketed his cold soul. "Good evening, Anastasia. I trust
you are feeling
better."
She smiled, "I am."
They walked to the water's edge. "Have you thought about my
proposition?"LaCroix asked.
She sighed. "Yes. As much as I would like to say yes, I'm
afraid I
can't accept."
LaCroix felt as if a stake had went though him. "Why? I
offer you
eternity free of pain. The world would be at your fingertips. You
could
have everything you desire!"
"Except my family. And it goes against my philosophy of
life. If I
can't be true to myself, then who or what can I be true to? An
eternity
without the family I love...If I died tomorrow, I'd have my
family."
LaCroix shouldn't have been, but he was moved by her words.
"I am
disappointed."
"I know. But maybe I can make it up to you." LaCroix
looked at her in
confusion. "Steve and I are leaving the day after
tomorrow." Stace
outreached her hand for his. "Come back with me."
October 30-
Nick watched Natalie finger the tiny ring that hung around the
huge
stuff polar bear's neck as they laid on their bed together.
"I wish Stace hadn't left so soon. I miss her so much."
Natalie
remembered the tearful goodbye in the airline terminal. She could
still see
Stace's plane take off. "What if..."
"No what ifs. We are going to have faith and believe that
everything
is going to work out."
"But, LaCroix is with her!"
"I know. But we have no control over that situation. Stace
invited him."
Natalie looked at the stuffed polar bear once more. Stace had
given it
for the baby along with clothes and accessories galore before
leaving Toronto.
"Nat, don't stop believing now,"Nick pleaded as cuddled
next to her.
"I haven't and look where it has brought me."
"Could you help me from the bed?" Nick got up and went
to Nat's side of
the bed. As she rose, she felt a twinge, then a gush.
"Nick I believe,"Natalie's smile broadened. "My
water just broke. I
believe its time to get us to the hospital!"
>>>>>>>>
October 31-
After twelve hours of labor, Natalie held a new life in her arms.
"Nick she is so beautiful!" Nick kissed the his
daughter's forehead, then
Natalie's. "You both are." She breathed a sigh of
relief. "I'm glad she
is so healthy despite being born a few weeks early." Nick
smiled, knowing
that a child of his would most likely have some of the rapid
healing genes
that he possessed.
Flowers from Schanke and Myra, from Grace as well as from
Stonetree and
the rest of the precinct were everywhere. Nick still couldn't
believe he
finally had a child of his own!
Just as Natalie handed their precious bundle of joy to the proud
father, a nurse opened the door and peeked her head in, "I'm
sorry to
disturb you. Detective, there is a long distance phone call for
you. He
said it was important."
Regrettably, Nick handed his daughter back to Nat. "Daddy
will be
right back Little One." He kissed his daughter and wife,
then exited the room.
"You can take the call from here,"the nurse said
pointing to a nearby
phone at the nurses'
desk.
"Thanks." Nick picked up the phone.
"Knight..."
"Nicholas..."
Nick turned so that no one over heard, "LaCroix?"
"Anastasia is dead. And yes, I mean it in every mortal sense
of the word."
Falling silent, Nick looked back at the closed door where Nat was
on
the other side holding their new-born daughter. How was he
supposed to tell
her?
"Nicholas?"
"Yes, I'm here. Please extend our sympathies to Stace's
family." A
pause. "LaCroix, I'm sorry for your loss as well."
"I trust you will tell Natalie. I will be back in Toronto
after the
funeral tomorrow night." A pause. "Best wishes to your
new family."
With that, the phone clicked letting Nick know that LaCroix had
voiced
everything that needed to be said.
He placed the receiver back onto its cradle. Slowly, Nick walked
back
to his wife's room. He stood there, holding onto the door's
handle for what
seemed like an eternity, dreading what was to come.
Finally, he opened the door. "Nat, I have to tell you
something..."
November 2-
Natalie sat in the chair nursing their daughter. "Nick could
you get
the supplement bottle from the frig for me?"
After retrieving it from the refrigerator, Nick handed the bottle
filled with the red liquid.
"Whoever you whammied, you did a wonderful job explaining
our baby's
unusual anemia,"Natalie said as she finished nursing, then
letting their
infant daughter drink from the bottle.
Sitting by his wife on the arm of the chair, Nick placed an arm
around
Nat. "What can I say? It's all in the stare."
Nat kept quiet. She had been somber ever since Nick told her
about
Stace. When he had, Nick expected overwhelming tears of grief,
but there
were none. To this day, Natalie had not shed one tear. Worried,
he had
talked to her doctor. "Nick, everyone handles grief in their
own unique way.
She's just had two major events of opposite proportions take
place. Give
Natalie time. Just love and support her. That's what will get her
through,"Dr. Jacobs had told Nick.
He looked over at his wife. Nick stroked her beautiful chestnut
hair
and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Shrugging, she answered, "I was thinking how much Stace
would have
loved her godchild."
Nick softly caressed his daughter's cheek. "She would have
loved to
spoil her rotten."
The first time since hearing of her friend's death, Natalie
smiled.
"Yeah, she would have."
A knock was heard at the sliding door. Nick bent down and placed
a
kiss on his daughter's forehead. "I'll go and see who it
is."
He slid the door opened to find LaCroix standing there. "I
thought
entering this way would be less...startling."
Nat sat the bottle down on the nearby table and stood cradling
the
baby. She said nothing, but stared in anger at LaCroix.
"Come in,"Nick said, unsure what was to come next.
LaCroix entered with a vase of a least a dozen roses in one hand
and a
brown envelope with the other. He handed the vase to Nick.
"In honor of a
new life."
Caught off guard in this surreal scene, Nick could only say,
"Thank
you." He sat the vase on the dining table and went to Nat's
side.
LaCroix's gaze drifted over to the baby Natalie held...Nicholas'
child.
"I am sure you are wondering what my purpose is coming here
tonight. I
promised Anastasia that I would give you this
personally,"LaCroix said as he
handed to Natalie the brown envelope.
Natalie hesitated, then gave the baby to Nick. With a shaky hand,
she
took the envelope that simply was labeled, 'Natalie Lambert
Knight' in
Stace's outrageous handwriting. Nat walked to the fireplace,
turning her
back to LaCroix. She ran her fingers over her name. 'Stace wrote
this.
This is the only thing I have left of her. I should have been
there, not
that cold-blooded monster,'she thought to herself. Carefully, she
opened
the sealed envelope. Enclosed was a letter and a cassette tape.
Unfolding the letter, she silently began to read:
"Dearest Nat-
Well, it's been a trip hasn't it?
Don't be sad. I've enjoyed the ride while it lasted.
And with a friend like you on the journey, who wouldn't?
We will always be together. No matter where you are,
I'll be there...reminding you of Grammy's advice
that all it takes is a little belief and faith.
That's all that was necessary for me.
Don't be angry with Lucian for my sake. I know his
intentions in the beginning towards me were for harm.
But, believing in my love for him brought out some goodness.
The last couple of nights, he has been by my side
answering all those questions you couldn't. I now know
why you felt so in despair with your relationship with Nick
so many months ago. Nick is like Lucian- a vampire.
Oh Nat, I am in awe at your courage and your love for Nick!
I know your child will inherit all those wonderful traits
that you and Nick carry within your hearts. Natalie, never
doubt that within your heart lies a love with enough faith
and belief for the entire world.
I will miss you my friend.
Remember me with smiles and laughter.
That's how I'll always remember you.
Never forget...as long as you believe,
Stace
Natalie steadied herself holding onto the fireplace's mantle.
"Nat?"
Nick said placing the baby into the bassinet before rushing to
her.
"Anastasia understood Natalie. She had faith that you kept
Nicholas'
secret hidden for...good reasons,"LaCroix said.
Nat looked at Nick. "LaCroix told her all the things I
couldn't." She
stepped away from him to put the cassette into the stereo's
tapedeck. She
pushed the play button and withing a few seconds, she heard a
slow song
begin with notes from a piano, then Stace's serene mellowed
voice.
She froze. It was as if Stace were right there. And then she
doubled
over, almost collapsing before Nick steadied her, turned her
around and
pressed her shaking body close.
All the emotions of anger, hurt, and grief poured out like a
waterfall
as Nick held her close and stroked her hair. "Ssshh, let it
go Nat. Let
the tears come, its time." As she did, the words to the song
Stace had
recorded flowed through the loft:
"And when October goes, the snow begins to fly
Above the smoky roofs, I watch the planes go by.
The children running home beneath a twilight sky,
Oh, for the fun of them, when I was one of them..."
LaCroix silently moved to the window and stared out into the
night
remembering his lover's enticing eyes, dark hair and the sweet
taste of
her lips:
"And when October goes, the same old dream appears
And you are in my arms, to share the happy years.
I turn my head away to hide the helpless tears,
Oh, how I hate to see October go."
As the piano part of the song played, Natalie looked over Nick's
shoulder at LaCroix as he stood looking out the window. Suddenly
her tears
halted as she witnessed something unbelievable. Out of a corner
of
LaCroix's eye, a single bloodtear. It fell like a silent
raindrop, leaving
a red-coloured trail behind on his cheek and down his face.
She stood there staring. And then, withdrawing from Nick's arms,
she
went over to the bassinet where the baby was, now sleeping. Nat
looked back
at Nick as if to say with her eyes, "It's alright now."
Gently, Natalie picked her up and stepped towards LaCroix.
"Stace said
all it took was a little belief. I think she would have wanted
this." She
hesitated, then placed the child into LaCroix's arms, making sure
the baby's
head was supported. Nick moved next to LaCroix to keep a watchful
eye over
his daughter.
LaCroix looked at the child, remembering what he had promised
Anastasia
...to try and have that faith and belief himself.
Nick watched in amazement as the three of them marveled over the
one
thing that could bring them to this moment, together. Natalie
took her
daughter's tiny fingers into her hand, kissed them, then said as
the song
finished,
"Meet Stace's godchild- Anastasia Nicolette Knight."
"I should be over it now, I know,
It doesn't matter much how old I grow-
I hate to see October go..."
The End