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Tracy looked down at the beautiful man in her arms. She saw the incredible hair, hair that made her fingers ache to touch it. She saw the lips, sculpted, sensual. She saw the eyelashes, closed, fanning down to his beautiful cheekbones. She saw the stake in his chest, the stake that was just in her hands.

Vachon was gone. And she killed him.

"No...Vachon...Javier...." Tracy stammered as she held him tightly. This wasn't right. Vachon can't die. That's the deal. He paid that price. It was the thing that kept them apart. So he can't die.

Vachon had called her earlier that evening asking for her help. After all the times she'd turned to him for help, she rushed to his side. She found him tormented, in agony. He'd been attacked by Divia, a vampire of true evil, and her evil was running through his veins. No longer able to stave off the evil, Vachon begged Tracy to end his torment, to stake him. Divia's attack had stolen what was left of his soul. Killing him was the only end.

"I can't Vachon," Tracy begged. "Don't ask this of me. We'll find another way."

Lunging at her, Vachon impaled himself on the stake in her hands. Looking into her blue eyes one last time, he whispered, "Wish me luck."

Pain tore through Tracy as realization of all that she lost hit her, and why. She'd lost more than just this beautiful man with the smart ass ways; more than just a friend. She had lost a dream, and the loss was her fault. She lost Vachon because of her fears. She couldn't understand that "immortality" is a lie. Vachon could die like anyone else.

"Why didn't I see? Oh, Javier, forgive me....." She sobbed as she held him closer. "I know it doesn't make sense....and I didn't really act like it....and you probably can't even hear me....but you know? Maybe you can...." Babbling again, Vetter, she chastised herself. Can't you get even this right, when he can't laugh at you...can't reject you....can't hold you or kiss you or taste you?

"I love you, Javier. I'm so sorry I was too afraid." She held him and cried.

Then she prayed. "God....God......please don't let it end this way....he's NOT evil....please God.....Help me...."

Tracy continued to cry and pray and hold Vachon in the desperation of denial. Common sense was gone. The true desires of Tracy's soul were in control. Why else would Tracy plead to God for a vampire?

"This I had to see."

Tracy jerked at the sound of another voice. She held on to Vachon tighter, needing to protect his body, if not his life. "Who's there? I'm a police officer." Even in her tormented state, the irony of THAT statement slapped her upside the head.

"I know who you are, Tracy."

"Show yourself," Tracy commanded in her toughest cop-chick voice.

Light flooded the room. A stranger stood before her, a look of disgust aimed straight through her heart.

"Who are you? Are you a vampire, too?" The man's eyes glowed in anger. A thought came to Tracy, and her bravado faded. "Are you an Enforcer?" she asked in a small voice.

Before he could answer, she added with arrogance "You can't take him. I don't care what 'vampire funeral law' is, you're not taking him. I'll take care of him." The tears flowed down her face, but the anger and the injustice of everything kept her voice from shaking.

"Do not attempt to classify me with those creatures."

The contempt in his voice surprised Tracy. "Who are you then." It was not a question.

"A curious soul, wanting to see who would dare to plead for the life of a bloodsucker." Scorn dripped from each word.

The rage in Tracy was limitless. "How dare you judge him?"

"If he is judged, it is because he is evil. Your words, I believe."

Shame raced through Tracy as she remembered telling Vachon that there was evil in him. "I was wrong."

"No, you were not. He is evil. He takes. He kills. He satisfies himself. He is an abomination."

The fight left Tracy. A strange, numbing sadness remained, numbing everything but the love she felt for her beautiful vampire. "I'm not going to fight you. I don't even know who you are, or care. But you are wrong." She looked at Vachon, resplendent in his unnatural sleep, vulnerable even in death. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dropping onto his.

"He was scared. He was brave. He was an accomplished smartass, and he was gentle beyond words. He killed, but he saved lives, too. I know what he was. And I know he was good."

The man stared at her, the eyes still glowing. "You speak with such resignation. You accept his death, then."

"Never." Her eyes, the pain he felt throbbing from her heart, said all that she couldn't.

The man stared longer, and finally spoke. "Why do you care for this creature?"

"He could have left me. But he cared. He protected me."

"So you love him because he saved you."

"I love him because I had no other choice," Tracy argued. "From the moment I saw him in the wreckage, my heart was changed."

"He could kill you." The man's words were cold, brutal.

"You're wrong. He's not that weak. And he cares more than he knows...cared..." she corrected herself. She realized as she said it, it was true. He loved her, and she loved him. And now it was too late. How stupid she had been.

"His last act was one of sacrifice. His last act was one of defying evil. He did this so that the evil would die. So don't you DARE tell me he wasn't good."

The man's eyes glowed once more. Then a slow acceptance, an understanding began to fill his eyes. They were wonderful eyes, Tracy realized. Shining with a kind of light....

"Who are you? What are you?"

"The One who sent me has far more compassion than I. I didn't want to come. Perhaps I understand better now." He looked at Tracy a little longer. "Guard your soul, Tracy Vetter."

His manner changed abruptly. He stoically issued, "Remove the stake. He will heal. The rest is up to him."

The light was gone. The man was gone.

Tracy gently placed Vachon on the floor, knowing she was going to need some kind of leverage to remove the stake. Asking God for one more favor, she pulled with all her strength, nearly gagging at the sucking sound the stake made as it pulled free of his body.

She looked at the gaping hole in his chest, and called upon all her faith that he would heal. She held him in her arms once again, whispering, rocking, praying.

She felt a difference in his body. There seemed to be more to it somehow. She looked at the hole. It was closing.

He was healing. There was hope.

She kept talking. She kept holding. She was staring at his beautiful face when the eyes opened, golden in their hunger. She remembered what Vachon had done for Screed when the fever hit. "Don't kill me," she whispered, then offered her wrist. Vachon pierced her fragile veins, and drank.

Tracy began to feel faint, and sensing this, Vachon pulled away. He was weak, but strong enough to have control. He looked into the blue eyes he knew he loved, and now knew loved him.

"Are you okay, Trace? Tracy, answer me."

"That felt....so good." She looked at him with eyes filled with a different kind of hunger. "You give one hell of a hickey."

The smile that broke across his face was real, the one that finally reached his eyes. "What happened?"

Tracy's resolve to finally admit her love for this man skittered away to the dark corners of her mind. "I'm not sure. I need to tell you....I.....I...."

The incredible brown eyes just stared into hers, patient, waiting and knowing. And too damned amused for Tracy to handle. "What are you laughing at?" as she pushed him away from her.

Javier gasped in pain, and Tracy rushed to hold him. "I'm sorry, your wound, I didn't mean-"

Before she could say anything, she found herself flat on the floor with the delicious weight of him on her. "Something you wanted to say, I believe."

Pride warred with desire. The love in her heart slugged it out with the fear of rejection. Fear won.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Javier looked at his golden girl, the one who had fought an angel so bravely in his defense. "I wasn't dead yet, Tracy. The stake didn't kill instantly. I heard what you said." All the love in his heart swelled as the blush that stole across her face tapped the gentleness that still remained in the vampire. Then the sight of her blood racing through her tapped the vampire in the man. Eyes glowing and fangs descending, he licked her neck. "I know you love me. I love you, too. And I'm not going to kill you. But I'll die without another taste..."

He leaned down and kissed her until he felt and smelled her resistance melting away. Kissing and licking her neck, he plunged his fangs in and drank of her apricot blood, singing to him of her fears and her hopes and her incredible love. Taking just a little, he pulled away and kissed the puncture marks. Sealing them. Saving them for later.

"Since I don't want our first time making love to be on the floor, don't you think we should maybe go someplace else." Tracy just looked at him, not speaking. Her heart was too full, her body too hot. She tried to say yes, but no words would come.

Her eyes told him what he needed to know. "I can't believe it," the beautiful vampire said, shaking his head. "I cannot believe I finally found a way to shut you up."

The laughter of lovers could be heard as she chased him up the stairs and into the night.




Tracy chased Vachon up the stairs, laughing and crying and filled with the joy of what was happening to them. They get a second chance. This time she wasn't going to blow it. And tonight...tonight they were finally going to make love. She remembered the moment of his bite, the incredible sucking and drawing of her blood into him, and the pulsating waves washing over her. The thought took her breath away.

She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around. Of course he was gone. In the mood he was in, she figured she was going to have to put up with a lot of his "Look At Me I'm Such A Cute Little Vampire" tricks before finally doing the deed. Luckily, Tracy was feeling more than a little sassy herself. She stood there and crossed her arms. This time she'd wait for him to come to her.

So she waited. And waited. What seemed like hours passed, even though it was just a few minutes. Just as her doubts and fears were about to break loose, she felt something brush past her. "Vachon, where the hell are you?" she yelled out, on the verge of being really pissed off. She looked around, but saw nothing. Then she looked down. A single red rose lay at her feet.

She stared, not breathing. The rose was tied with a ribbon and placed at her feet, a solitary sign of what awaited her. She bent to pick it up, and felt the brushing breeze again. Ten feet away, another rose waited. Tracy felt a spell weaving about her, and gave herself up to the enchantment. Walking slowly she picked up the second rose. Feeling Vachon's presence once more, she felt her body changing as the enchantment grew. She was melting, becoming someone she was not, someone she had never been before. She breathed deeply and felt the shine in her eyes.

She saw the next rose up ahead, and spun a little pirouette before picking up the next one. Dancing alone with her silent mysterious partner, she followed the trail of appearing roses to her apartment.

Entering the building, the stairs held a rose on each step. She breathed in their fragrance, the enchantment complete. She was no longer Tracy of the many fears and awkward moments. She was Tracy, in love with the Enchanter, the Vampire who weaves the spells of roses and wine and makes anything possible.

Thickly lashed eyes that had seduced more women than could be counted watched his golden girl with an almost suffocating feeling of love. He was scared - god he was scared - but the spell Tracy had cast on him left him no choice. He remembered her words when she argued with the angel for him. Her love kept him hanging on, when his body wanted to give in to the stake. Her tears and the smell of her blood and her need were like golden coils around his heart, protecting him from death. And when he finally opened his eyes, the hunger overwhelming him, the need for blood almost beyond control, she offered herself to him with one simple request: Don't kill me.

The first taste of her blood nearly overwhelmed him. Sweeter, hotter than he imagined, and laced with the rhythms of her heart, he wanted to drown in her, to drink to the last. But her fears, her unique vulnerability were there, too. He tasted her fears, her self-doubts. The urge to protect her welled up with his desire, and he knew he was lost.

She tries to be so brave. She thinks she's so tough. Does she have any idea how fragile she is? How can she love so strongly when she fears so much?

The courage of her love humbled him, and chained his heart forever.

Watching her walk up the stairs, he inhaled as deeply as he could, wanting to smell her again. He'd never get enough of the smell of her.

As she bent to pick up the last rose at her door, he suddenly appeared and lifted her in his arms. She wasn't startled.

"It's about time." Vachon blinked at the sound of her voice. He'd never heard her voice like this, so breathless, deep, and hungry. He looked in her eyes, and gently placed his lips to hers, trying to rein in the vampire as long as possible. He wanted to relish being a man as long as possible, to explore and taste and savor every moment before the vampire took over.

Opening the door, he carried Tracy through the living room, already lit with candles, and into the bedroom. She looked around, and decided this vampire speed thing comes in handy for completely spontaneous yet well-prepared for trysts. She laughed, ready to burst with love and desire, and enjoying every nuance of the night. "Look at this! Here I am dying to do the deed, and you're Mr. Romance!"

Vachon turned serious. "You're not dying, Tracy. I swear by all I know. You're not dying."

Tracy looked into Vachon's eyes, and her heart tumbled over. She saw his pain, his fear that despite drinking from her earlier, he could still kill her. "Don't. Please don't. You never ever have to tell me that. Javier, you won't kill me. I know that as deeply as I know anything. You WON'T kill me."

"How can you be so sure, Trace?" Vachon wasn't agitated, merely resigned, and greatly curious. Tracy's loving words filled his soul.

"Because you love me. Because I love you. Because I just know, okay?" Such silly words, so inadequate, yet perfect in his need.

"Okay, now where were we?" Vachon looked into her eyes, and his arms tightened around her as he spun her around the room. Laughing like children, he spun them faster and faster while moving closer and closer to the bed. "Stop!" Tracy cried, "I'm getting dizzy." They landed on the bed, his weight pressing her down into the soft perfectly made bed. "Oh, Tracy, are you ever going to forgive me for messing up your perfect bed?" He started nuzzling her throat, making her shriek with laughter.

"Don't start teasing me about being neat, or I'll cut your hair in your sleep!"

"Now that's going too far...I may have to suck the life out of you yet."

The teasing and laughter subsided as they looked in each other's eyes. The heat started to swirl around them, licking at their bodies, causing them to press closer together without thought or notion. A tinge of gold started to ring his magnificent brown eyes. "Will you drink again?" Tracy asked him, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

"Yes." He looked at her, trying to gauge her fear. "Does that scare you, Tracy?"

Her eyes opened, and a jolt went through Vachon. They were burning with hunger that rivaled his own blood hunger. "It wasn't a question, it was an invitation."

The silence thickened. Long moments passed. "In a hurry, hmm? Well, you aren't even close to wanting me bad enough." Now she was scared.

"Oh, Javier, don't even..." He was going to make her wait. He was going to tease her. Not tonight...

"Please, Javier, don't make me wait..." She looked up at him leaning over her, idly toying with the buttons of her blouse. "Javier, don't."

"Don't worry, Tracy. I won't make you wait forever. I won't even make you wait long enough to say my name right. But you will wait...." Bending down to her face, he moved his lips over her cheeks, her forehead, her chin. She shook in his arms as she desperately reached for his lips, but he was far too strong. Reaching out with just the tip of his tongue, he traced her lips, always teasing, never giving her the final taking her mouth craved. Turning his head slightly, he left her face and moved to her neck. Hoping the sound of her pulse racing would speed things up, she offered her neck willingly.

He obliged by gently licking patterns over the pierce marks of his last penetration. Imagining his fangs sinking into her now, they descended and he had to fight to control the vampire. Tracy's moans urged him on, but he maintained his iron control (that's not all that's iron, he thought wryly), and continued down to her blouse buttons. He craved more than the ecstasy of her blood. He hungered for the release of his body in hers. The thought inflamed him, and his tight grip on control began to slip.

Tracy could feel the bonds slipping. She felt the urgency taking over, and the strength in his hands increasing. As he held her, even hurting her, she reveled in his passion. She felt her blouse tearing as Vachon ripped it from her body, and gasped as she felt his fangs on her breasts. Shaking from need and wanting, she urged him to hurry, to fill her, to drink. She felt his body, strong and naked and exquisite, and wondered when he removed his clothes.

Finally, finally, unable to wait a moment longer, Vachon tore the rest of her clothes off, and she was never more glad for vampire strength. Her beautiful vampire loomed over her a moment, staring at her body with golden eyes ablaze, his fangs showing and thrilling Tracy beyond any mortal cravings. In a single motion, Vachon filled Tracy and penetrated her neck, sucking with a strength that would have scared Tracy if she weren't so lost in the feelings he created.

She'd never known such possession, such a complete filling of her emptiness, of her heart. Feeling his throbbing desire, she left herself to fly with her beautiful vampire, never knowing if she cried out or gasped or fainted, only knowing the purest joy she'd ever felt.

Images of them through his eyes flashed through her mind as he sucked, and she spun round at the beauty of their coupling. Having him inside her, and now she inside him, thrust her to a new level, and she fell, drenched with their passions, to a deep healing sleep.

Javier pulled away from his Sleeping Beauty, and closed the puncture wounds. He was glad she slept, because he knew he wouldn't be able to speak for a long time. Something was changing him, her blood was changing him. He was scared.

He could no more turn from Tracy than he could refuse her blood. Thoughts of tomorrow, when Knight looked at Tracy and would know, and the hell there would be to pay for that, were quickly dismissed. Dawn was nearly here, and he needed to make sure no light would come into the room. Odd he didn't think to leave, he thought. No, today would be spent in Tracy's arms, bed and body.




Tracy didn't want to wake up. Sleep was her refuge. She knew that something was waiting for her, but she didn't want to face it. She tried to turn over, but the sudden pain she felt jerked her to full wakefulness.

"Oh my God," she moaned, afraid to move again. The arm tightening around her waist reminded her she wasn't alone. Memories washed over her, and even in pain, she felt her body stretching, readying itself for more of what filled her day.

"Are you okay?" The husky sleepy voice behind her was soft with concern. His hand moved slowly over her stomach, knowing the tenderness she was feeling.

Tracy slowly turned her head and looked into the eyes of Vachon, absolutely magnificent in his rumpled, sated splendor. How can his hair look even better now, she thought, truly annoyed. I look like an accident victim when I wake up, and he's posing for fashion magazines...no, she thought, mere paper would burst into flame from this much sensuality.

Speaking of accident victims...that's what she felt like. She learned two things last night: Vampire sex is hell on the body, and vampires, at least hers, are on Quick Rejuvenate Pills or something. So why did she wake up feeling so bitchy!

So why was she already so ready for him?

"Hi." She whispered. He laughed.

"Whispering, huh? Well, maybe your throat is a little sore after last night...I mean, you DID do a lot of screaming...and other things. So, we're going to be shy now, hmm?"

"Go to hell." She tried to get out of bed, but the arm that held her was a steel band, giving her no chance of release. "I hate your vampire strength," she snapped bitterly. What the hell was wrong with her?

"You know, that wasn't even vampire strength. That was just my natural manly abilities." He was crowing like a rooster, and she wanted him plucked.

"I repeat, go to hell." What he sensed the last time they made love had come on full force with Tracy. His Tracy was once again Tracy of the many fears and awkward moments.

"Tracy." His voice was soft, but commanding. She could no more ignore it than she could ignore the incredible ache within her. Only she didn't know if the ache was from having him so much last night, or wanting him so much right now, and why the hell was she acting like she'd just been caught in bed by her mother, and couldn't she ever just once act sophisticated in her whole awkward I-never-know-what-to-do-in-these-situations life? God she hated her lack of finesse.

She knew what she wanted. She dreamed of stretching languidly, feeling her body hum from last night's ecstasy. She dreamed her hair looked great, her breath was fresh, and her mind primed for seducing Javier for a change. She did NOT dream of feeling sore all over, or of feeling like Cinderella just past midnight, or of feeling like a scared little teenager who's about to get the "let's be friends" talk. God she hated that talk.

"Tracy, we need to talk." Here it was. Couldn't he at least have waited till she showered before giving her the Talk. God she hated this.

"Tracy, look at me." His voice was magic--she couldn't refuse him, and she slowly looked at him. I love his eyes, she thought. I wish I had eyes like that, eyes that could draw him in and keep him forever.

I love her eyes, he thought, wondering how he could convince her everything was all right. The last time they made love, when he drank from her, he tasted her fears coming on strong. He knew what she was thinking. But what words would she believe?

"Tracy, last night..." He searched for the words, but Tracy jumped in first.

"Let me help you. Last night was great, but can never happen again. You're a vampire and I'm not. You really love me, just not THAT way. And let's not forget, I'm really special and you want to stay friends."

"I want you to taste me."

She was prepared for everything but that. Her breath caught and her mind spun. She tried to discern what he was saying, but was too caught up in erotic imagery to do anything but savor the arousal sweeping through her body. She felt liquid, rejuvenated, and hungry. She turned in his arms, her eyes scanning down his body, searching all the areas she'd like to taste.

"I don't think you understand," Vachon laughed, "although we'll get back to that in a moment." Tracy blushed. What is it about her blush that gets me every time? She blushes and I fall more in love. And with Tracy, that's damned near every time she opens her mouth. I'm in trouble....

"I know you can't, but I wish you could drink from me like I drink from you. Every time I taste you, I know your heart and thoughts and fears. This is new to me, Trace. I want to say things, but they don't come easy. So I was thinking if you tasted me, you could know all I wanted to say." She turned her back to him again, but he saw the wince as she moved. "How you are feeling?" His voice was soft, concerned, and more than a little guilty.

"I hurt pretty bad." She didn't feel up to lying right now. And she desperately needed comforting.

"I'm sorry. I should have let you alone those last couple of times. I just want you so bad." He lifted her hair and kissed her neck, kissing the bruises. "How's your neck?" She laughed, but the sound held no humor. She'd had hickeys before, but she didn't even want to think of what she looked like this evening.

"It's okay. I'm okay, I guess. Javier, if you really know my thoughts, then don't make me talk, okay? If I say one more stupid thing I'll die of embarrassment." She sat up and started to leave the bed.

"Tracy," he admonished, wanting to see her smile, wanting her to feel the way he did this evening. "Tracy, please come here." She looked at him, and saw his arms waiting for her, his beautiful body lying in her bed. Staring at this vision, she saw he cared, he wanted her again. She believed he loved her. So why was she so unstrung?

"I'm scared. Javier, I'm really scared." With that she fell in his arms, taking comfort from his strength and beauty. "Please don't talk for awhile. Just hold me."

He knew that nothing he wanted to say would hurt her, but she couldn't understand that. He decided to reach her the only way she'd let him. With her back to him, he held her against his chest, pulling her in as close as he could, almost fusing her body to his. Letting his hands sweep long slow patterns down her sides and stomach, he urged her hunger from deep within her. His Tracy was so passionate, more than he ever dreamed. He'd come to realize that he'd dreamed of her more than he admitted, even to himself. Tracy had filled his sleep long before he filled her body. He wasn't about to let that go.

"Tracy, mi querida...." He nuzzled the back of her neck, whispering the words he knew she loved. He felt the heat wash over her, and rubbed his body against hers, seeking the heart of her need. She gave him control of her body, letting him move her as he wanted. "Listen to me, Tracy. We have more than this. You're in me now. I'll never let you go."

She wanted to believe him. She felt him entering her body the same time she felt him entering her soul. What can she give him? And for how long? Soon, though, she stopped thinking altogether. She let Vachon take her where he needed her to be, fused with him, flying with him, waiting until the last minute before he turned her head and sank his fangs deeply in her neck. She'd come to crave this feeding, needing it as much as he did.

Slowly they sank back into her soft deep bed. His arms refused to let her go, his lips never stopped moving over her back and neck. She loved him so much. But he tasted her fear and mistrust. It hurt him.

"I don't understand, Trace. You trust me with your life. You trust me with your body. Why can't you trust me with your love?"

"My life is easy...I mean, if you screw up, I'm not around to feel the pain. But if you decide my love isn't worth it, I feel it forever." Well, there it is. Let's see how he handles it now.

"Tracy. There's a lot to this, but I can't make you trust me. All I can do is tell you I love you, and try to show you that I mean it. It scares me."

"Why are you scared? You know all my thoughts, what secrets can I have from you?" She still resented that. So much for an air of mystery.

"It's not your secrets that scare me, Trace. It's your blood."

"My blood? What are you talking about?"

"It's in me. And something's different. There are stories...they say that if you drink the same mortal's blood again and again it can change you. I don't know if it's your blood or being staked...but I feel different. You're not the only one at risk, Trace."

Tracy turned to him and held him as tightly as her woman's arms would hold him. She didn't know if it was tight enough for him to feel safe, but she knew she would protect him as best she could. "I love you, I love you so much. I'll never let you go."

Vachon found her lips with his, stroking her mouth with his tongue in long slow sweeps. He loved the feel of her body in his arms, her warmth pressed against the coolness of his own, filling every gap. Holding each other, stroking one another, gorged on one another, Vachon realized there were still things he needed to say to her, especially before she went into to work tonight.

Knight. What were they going to do about Knight?

"Tracy, we do need to talk. It's about Knight."

"Nick? What about Nick?"

Vachon stared at her awhile, trying to decide what to say. Knight was going to know the moment he looked at her. Vachon had marked her, making sure all vampires would know she was under his protection. Knight would go ballistic. He just didn't handle things like this too well. But what to tell Tracy?

"Knight knows what I am." Tracy shook her head, trying to assimilate.

"Say again."

"Knight knows what I am."

"Nick Knight. Cynic of the World. The man who believes in nothing but the facts, ma'am." Vachon nodded. "How -- when -- are you sure?"

"Don't ask what I can't tell you, Trace. If you want to know more, ask Nick. Or ask Natalie. She's the one who saved us during the fever."

"Natalie. Our Natalie. Beautiful eyes, great hair. Runs the morgue."

"That Nat. Anyway, Knight warned me off, and he's going to take one look at that neck of yours and know. Just know that he'll know."

"What can Nick to do you? You whammied him once before, just do it again."

Think fast, Vachon. "For some reason, he's a resistor now. So we'll have to face him tonight."

"That should be interesting. You don't have to come. I'll think of something. Really."

"Trace, I want to be with you tonight. Besides, there's something I need to talk to the Doc about. I'm not afraid of Knight, I just wanted to let you know what to expect." The alarm went off, and Tracy moved, gingerly, to turn it off.

"What do you need to talk to Nat about?" His trademark stare was her only response. "Fine, so you're coming with me tonight?" He nodded.

"Good, then start with the shower."

As the water poured over them, both's thoughts were on what the night would bring....




Driving into the precinct, Tracy stole sidelong glances at the vampire sitting next to her. He looked so unconcerned, so blase'.

"Looking again, Vetter? Is it my good looks, or is there something you want to ask?"

Tracy kept her lips shut tight and kept driving...for all of three seconds. "You're damned right there's something I want to ask. Like for starters, when, how and why did Nick find out about you, and why hasn't he said anything to me if he knew, and who the hell is he to 'warn you off' and why didn't YOU tell me sooner?!"

"Sorry I asked."

Tracy turned into the precinct lot, and turned towards Vachon in a huff. "Well?"

"Well, what?" The eyes she loved so much stared at her, unshakably stubborn. She stared right back, trying to outstubborn him. Yeah, right!

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" The trademark silent 'no' appeared. Why does he have to be so gorgeous? "You really piss me off, you know that?" In a blink of an eye, he was out of the car and opening her door, ever gallant. "Show-off."

"Let's go." He was amazed at how happy he felt. He realized he couldn't remember feeling this way, and wondered why this was so new to him. He'd been in love before, but it was more than that...and that's what he needed to talk to the Doc about.

Looking about the lot, Tracy spotted the pale blue Caddy, and nudged Vachon. "He's here. You sure you don't want to explain?"

"Ask Knight."

"Okay, let's go." Tracy was feeling infinitely better after her shower and four Motrin, good enough to be having flashbacks. That was such a delicious feeling, she thought. To be doing nothing more than driving down the road, and suddenly be back in her bed, with the feel of Vachon's hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise her as he gave himself up to the passion he tried so hard to control. God, last night was incredible. She'll give up walking comfortably to spend her days like that!

Walking into the precinct, they noticed an extremely distressed man muttering to himself about "not going back there." "What's with him?" Tracy asked Martin, the new front desk officer.

"Some loon, transferring back to prison. Name's Dawkins, pretty tame, just a little off." He studied the man with Tracy, deciding if she needed assistance. "So what's with him?" Martin asked, nodding towards Vachon. "You bringing him in?"

Tracy smiled cattily at Vachon, "Not this time." Walking away, she couldn't help teasing, "I told you you looked like a criminal." Vachon reached out to grab her, but instead ran into her when Tracy stopped short. Standing in front of them, with hell to pay written all over his face, was Knight.

"Good evening, Detective Knight. Sleep well?" Vachon asked, loving this. He could feel the rage in Nick, and wondered how he was keeping the vampire from emerging in front of everyone. "I did." Tracy elbowed him, mortified.

"I want to talk to you, Nick." Tracy tried to steer him into the questioning room, but Nick wouldn't budge.

"Not now. Vachon and I need to talk."

"This is none of your business, Nick. Now, would you like to continue this in private?"

He motioned Tracy ahead, then stayed where he was. "Let's go," he told Vachon, his eyes beginning to glow an ungodly yellow. "Now."

They went into the next room, Vachon wondering how pissed Tracy was going to be when she realized she was alone. Before he could say anything, Nick slammed him up against the wall. "How could you? You know what this means."

"Back off, Knight. Tracy's right, this is none of your business. Or maybe you're just pissed that we finally did what you've been afraid to...and how is the good Doc, by the way?"

Nick's eyes blazed as he struggled with wanting to kill Vachon and wanting to ask questions. An image of Natalie beneath him, arching her back, burning him, came blazing across his thoughts. He let Vachon go, and turned away dejectedly. "Is Tracy okay?"

"You saw her Knight, what do you think?"

"Did you tell her about me? It was obvious I know about you."

"I told her to ask you. It's your decision, but I think you should tell her. She's going to get herself killed one day trying to protect you from some stupid gunshot wound, when you could have stopped it."

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside. Rushing from the room, Vachon looked for Tracy, only to find her gone.

"Knight, get over here." Reese waved him over, agitated beyond his normal fits. "Dawkins got loose, grabbed a gun, and is trying to run. Tracy went after him." Knight took off, using all his vampire senses to locate the scared, unstable man. Sensing the man in the lockers, he raced in, finding him hiding behind a clothes rack. He could sense Tracy flanking him, and had to diffuse the situation before she arrived.

"Dawkins, you don't want to do this."

"I won't go back, just let me go." Nick could tell the man's hold on reality had completely snapped. He tried to hypnotize him.

"Put the gun down, Dawkins. You don't want to do this." He saw the arm shaking, hesitating. "Put it down," he pursued. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tracy emerge, gun drawn. So did Dawkins. He turned and fired.

Too fast to see, Tracy fell to the ground as Vachon covered her body. Taking the bullet for Tracy, his body jerked as the metal ripped through his side. Nick attacked, slamming the man into the wall, then turned, vampire full blown in his eyes, and looked into Tracy's.

Comprehension filled her eyes. "You could have trusted me," she whispered, before turning her attention to Vachon. "You can get off me now." She looked down at her hands, covered with blood. "Vachon, you're hit."

"I'll be okay, just don't rush me." He bit back a grunt of pain as he tried to move.

"Still a smartass, huh, Vachon?" She tried to help him, then held him close and whispered, "Thank you. I don't want to leave you yet." She looked in his eyes, and even in his pain, she saw the desire that was never fully banked.

Nick was instantly at their side. "Take him to Nat. She'll take care of him." Helping him up, he looked at Tracy. "We'll talk." She turned to him, anger and hurt in her eyes.

"Damn right, we will." Nick Knight, 800 year old vampire, suddenly felt like he was going to the woodshed. What is it about mortal women? I could kill her in an instant, yet she's scolding me?! Just like Nat, he thought, smiling to himself.

Tracy led Vachon to Natalie, who was quietly whistling while weighing someone's spleen on her little scale. She looked up, and tried to remember who she was supposed to know and how. This is too damn complicated, she thought.

"Bring him here." Tracy helped Vachon up on the table, and removed his shirt for Natalie to work. "Lock the door."

"So, Tracy, I guess we should talk." She turned to Vachon. "Are you okay? Do you want something for the pain?"

"Just get the bullet out, okay?" He looked so affronted that she would think he couldn't handle pain, she had to laugh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend your macho-vampire sensibilities. Men!" she muttered, rolling her eyes. She turned to Tracy as she began probing the wound. "So talk."

"How long have you known?" Tracy looked in Natalie's eyes, seeing them measure every word. "And I know about Nick, too." Nat looked up at Tracy with relief. She could finally tell the truth, finally talk to someone.

"Six years, since the night I met Nick. I just met Vachon during the fever, though I'd known about him since you met him." Finding the bullet she pulled it out and watched his body start to heal.

"I'm hungry," Javier said, looking at Tracy.

"I'll get you something," Natalie said, turning to the fridge where she kept the special bottle for Nick. Even though they were working on the cure, she knew there were times he still needed blood.

"Like hell!" Tracy snapped, jealous of the thought of someone else's blood in Vachon. She walked over and offered her wrist. Natalie's eyes grew even larger than normal as she watched Vachon feed. She saw the fangs descend, then pierce Tracy's veins. She saw the sucking, and she saw the change in Tracy, her head slumped forward, her breathing quickened. It was the most erotic thing Natalie had ever witnessed and she was intruding. Turning away, she went to the fridge to get Tracy a glass of orange juice.

"You better start carrying some with you if this is a common occurrence." So many questions were racing through her mind, so many things she needed to know. Thoughts of Janette and Robert kept coming to her, and images of her and Nick, her constant yet impossible fantasy, almost drowned her.

Vachon was licking Tracy's wounds, and the heat in the room was palpable. They were lovers, Natalie realized, and she knew she was going to be unutterably rude. "Tell me about it."

"About what?" Tracy's head jerked up, and Natalie finally got a good look at her neck.

"Good lord, woman, are you okay?" Tracy blushed as Natalie came to look closer. "Well, obviously you're 'okay,' but do you mind if I ask you some questions? I take it you've had sex." Tracy blushed even more, and Natalie scolded her. "Tracy, you and I are going to sit down and have a nice little talk about sex with a vampire. Don't you think blushing is a little, oh, let's say, past the point?"

"Can we do this when we're alone?" Tracy asked, motioning to Vachon. Natalie laughed.

"Okay, Trace, you better get back out there. I'll keep him here for awhile." Tracy bent to kiss Vachon, whispering something Nat couldn't hear. This is going to be good, she thought to herself. Then Tracy went to check on Dawkins.

"Okay, young man, what do you have to say for yourself?" Nat was enjoying this. She felt as if she'd caught her younger sister in a tryst, and she gets to question the young man. Standing there with hands on her hips, she turned to him, only to see a very disturbed look on his handsome young - well, not so young - face. "What's wrong, Vachon?"

Vachon sat up gingerly, reaching for his shirt. Looking at Natalie, he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I was coming to talk to you today, anyway. I don't know who to talk to about this, I mean, I want to talk to somebody who won't tell me to just kill Tracy and get it over with."

Natalie was suddenly afraid for Tracy. "What are you talking about, Vachon? Why would you even think that?"

"You know our life, Natalie. Every vampire who sees Tracy will know she's mine. And that puts her in danger."

"How will they know?" Natalie's curiosity was greater than her concern for her friend.

"When I drank from her, I marked her. No vampire will go near her now...at least not to drink. But I'm afraid the Enforcers may have other plans. But that's not even what I came to talk to you about." He paused, trying to find the right words.

"Have you ever heard about vampires drinking the blood of the same mortal again and again, and not bringing them across and not killing them?" Natalie could tell how confused the young vampire was, and thoughts of Janette were aching to be released.

"I've heard of it, " she said evasively.

"It can change you. I think it's changing me." Vachon looked at Natalie, wanting answers, wanting absolution. "I feel different."

"Different how? Different as a man, or different as a vampire?"

"Both. Like the sleep. All through the day, when I usually sleep and can't wake up, I woke up again and again needing to make love to her. I kept needing her blood."

"No wonder she was walking a little slow," Natalie muttered under her breath.

Of course he heard. Giving her a truly irritated look, he asked "Are you going to help me or not?"

Natalie struggled. She wanted to help Vachon find answers, but she knew in her heart their motives were different. Her conscience battled her desires, but in the end, Natalie's honor won out.

"Vachon, I will help you all I can, but my reasons may be different from yours. First, tell me. Do you want to stay a vampire?"

Vachon studied Natalie, wondering what she was asking. "I'm not like Nick, Natalie. I don't go around wishing I was mortal." He thought for a moment about what being mortal would mean. "I can't honestly say I want to be mortal. But I don't want to give up Tracy, either."

"You may have to, Vachon. The only time I've heard about this, the vampire became mortal. Are you willing to risk it?" Javier thought of his golden girl, and of never tasting her again. Fear clutched his rarely beating heart, and he knew he couldn't do it.

"I won't give her up." Natalie was filled with envy of Tracy. What she wouldn't do to be in her shoes right now, but with Nick, of course. Although...with this sweet young thing....Natalie! Stop that, she scolded herself.

"Are you willing to answer some really personal questions?" A stare, a blink, and a nod. "Fine, but you better get a little more verbal if I'm going to figure anything out. First...tell me about the first time..." Vachon filled Natalie in on the details he could, not wanting to betray Tracy's privacy. "How did you stop? I thought that once you begin to drink, you can't stop."

"It was in her blood. She doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to be brought across, and she can't say no to me. What else could I do but stop?"

"Funny, I never thought of you as the noble type. No offense," she added quickly at his affronted look. "I just think of you as the typical 'eat and run' kind of vampire."

"You've got a sick sense of humor, Natalie. But you're right. It was her, it was her blood. I can't say it any different. Her blood made me stop, made me want to protect her more than gorge on her. I don't get it." He looked away, his confusion tangible.

"Hmmm," Natalie murmured. "Vachon, I don't KNOW anything yet, but this could be one of two things. My guess is it's either the man in you loving her so much you can protect her from the vampire, or her blood really is changing the vampire in you."

"Well, all I know is I'm MUCH too happy for my peace of mind. I LIKED being the carefree vampire with just a little angst." Natalie laughed. He and Tracy are good together. Now, to get to Tracy and get the real details out of her....

"Anything else, Vachon? I mean, we'll have to keep in touch, let me know if anything else changes. But do you have any questions now?"

"Yeah," he said, undaunted. "Why haven't you and Nick ever done it?" Natalie looked at him, and gave him her best 'I'm the doctor, mind your own business' look. "It won't work Natalie. If you get to know about me and Trace, I want to know about you and Nick."

"Well, smartass, since you're being so sweet about things..." Natalie turned away, and decided to tell the awful truth. "He says we can't, so we don't. But now I wonder if that's really the reason." She jumped when she felt his hand in her hair.

"Beautiful Natalie. Nick is a fool. Tell him about us." Vachon grabbed his jacket to cover the blood stained shirt he wore. As if on cue, Nick walked in. Vachon was just too amused. "I'll be in touch. Give him hell, Natalie." He walked out, leaving a very confused looking Nick with one purely pissed coroner.

Finding Tracy, he gave her kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the snack." Tracy's eyes flared, wanting him.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispered. She was at his mercy, knowing all he'd have to do was ask and she'd walk away from work, family, everything.

"Come to the church after work. I've got something special planned." His eyes roamed her body, igniting wherever they touched. "I need you." His eyes blazed quickly, over so quickly she thought she imagined it. Watching him leave, she took a deep breath.

This was going to be a long day, she thought, trying to bring her traitorous body under control. She wanted to talk to Natalie, to talk to another woman who happened to be in love with a vampire. Just down the hall from the morgue, she jumped suddenly when she heard a loud crash from inside. What on earth could Natalie be yelling about? She rushed to look, but Grace, Natalie's assistant, stopped her. "Nick's in there."

Comprehension dawned on Tracy, and she walked back to her desk, smiling. Maybe she wouldn't have to take ol' Nick to the woodshed after all, she thought. If there's anything left. I wonder if Natalie keeps holy water in there?




Tracy sat at her desk, imagining the scene taking place in the morgue. She thought about Nick and Nat, and Natalie's reaction to her and Vachon. It didn't take much to realize that Nick and Natalie had NOT been lovers. Natalie was surprised and more than a little interested in Tracy's current sex-life status. Interesting....

"You lied to me, Nick." Crash. Natalie's budget for this month was definitely going to be shot replacing glass items from the morgue. "You said it couldn't be done. You told me unless I was willing to be brought across, that was an impossibility for us." Crash. "I want the truth. If you've just been leading me on to work on the cure-"

The last vial had actually made contact. Nick realized that even his supernatural speed couldn't protect him from Natalie's wrath. "Let me explain--"

"Liar." Crash.

"Nat--wait--!" Natalie froze mid-aim. She looked at the the rack of test tubes in her hand, and suddenly felt defeated. She dropped the tubes, and turned away from Nick, utterly spent.

"Go away, Nick. I don't want to talk to you after all." A single tear left her beautiful eyes and rolled down her nose. She knew she didn't want the truth...she didn't want to know that Nick didn't love her enough, didn't want her enough. Images of Nick and Janette - ever beautiful, ever perfect Janette, filled her mind, and she knew in her soul she couldn't bear Nick's truth right now.

Nick felt Natalie's pain sear through him. He walked toward her slowly, mindless of the glass he was stepping on. He reached out to stroke her hair, but Natalie's words stopped him. "Touch me and I'll stake you." Tough words from a beaten soul.

"I'll risk it." He loved her hair. It looked like a blanket of the softest chestnut clouds. His fingers sank into the waves, and slowly massaged her neck and scalp. "Nat, can we talk about this? I honestly didn't want to put you at risk."

"Don't give me that crap, Nick. You didn't want me. So I'll just deal with it." Her pain was his own. He'd never felt another's pain so clearly without drinking from them. And then it was too late. It was always too late with him.

"I've never been able to stop, Nat. I don't know how he does it. I wish I could. Do you think I haven't dreamt of being your lover? But I want you to really think about what I'm asking. Would you even allow me to drink YOUR BLOOD?"

She thought of the scene she'd witnessed earlier, Vachon drinking from Tracy's wrist, Tracy lost in his need. The heat from them set her afire. "In a minute," she whispered. Nick felt his eyes flare.

"Don't say that, Nat, until you really understand what's at risk. What if I can't stop? What if I taste you and can't--" Nick turned away, the vampire taking over completely. He struggled, fought, and finally tamed the beast within. Just thinking about drinking from Natalie sent him over the edge - if he ever tasted her blood - blood that smelled like the richest spiced wine - he didn't believe he could stop. And Nat would die.

"Tracy didn't die." Natalie's voice held the slightest flavor of hope, laced liberally with suspicion.

"Nat, we can't talk here. Will you come home with me tonight?" Natalie's eyes measured every word. What exactly was he asking her?

"We'll talk, Nat. I'm not like Vachon. We have to talk about this first, ok?"

"Make me believe you at least want this." The challenge in her voice was undeniable, the invitation unrefusable. But she meant every word. Six years had beaten her ego down, and if Nick wanted her to risk anything, he could damn well do some convincing. Nick slowly slid one arm around her waist, and pulled her in suddenly and fiercely. She gasped, feeling his need pressing into her. His hand gently yet urgently swept her hair from her face. He stroked her eyebrows, outlined her lips, then slowly brought his lips to hers.

Slowly, achingly, his tongue sought hers, and at the first taste his fangs descended. Natalie jerked back, then explored them with her tongue, growing weak with the sudden racing of her heart. Nick pulled away, leaving Nat breathless.

"Okay, so tonight...." She looked at him, hating the power he had over her, loving the power he had over her.

"Tonight..." Nick started to leave, then realized another confrontation waited for him at his desk. Tracy. Great.

Tracy sat at her desk, working on the paperwork from the Dawkins case. Dawkins was sent to the hospital, pretty beaten up from being slammed up against the wall by a vampire, but he'd survive. She looked up as Nick approached. "So...anything ELSE you haven't told me?"

Nick was relieved. Tracy was obviously in a teasing mood, and not a "let's have a serious talk about alternative lifestyles" mood. He decided to give as he got. "Gee, Trace, you're looking a little - oh - anemic tonight. Better stock up on your red meats...got to keep that blood iron up."

"So how is Natalie, Nick? Oh, by the way, you've got glass on you." She laughed at the sudden look of consternation on his face. The truth had definitely changed their relationship, and she felt on much more even ground. Hell, she was feeling downright feisty.

"Are you okay, Tracy?" Nick's voice was low, intense. Tracy looked him straight in the eye, wanting him to believe her every word.

"I'm fine, Nick." She laughed. "I'm great."

They both got back to work, chuckling under their breath. Things are definitely changing, they thought.

The night dragged by for both Tracy and Nick, both lost in thoughts of what quitting time brought them. "Well, I'm taking off," Tracy announced. Nick laughed.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Shut up, Nick." Nick wondered at the change in Tracy. He'd come to realize she was strong and brave, but innocence and naivete were there, too. She wasn't nearly the sheltered commissioner's daughter he first thought her to be, however. And now there was definitely something different about her. Was it the fact that she was in love, or was there more to it?

He decided to ponder it later. It was time to get Natalie.

****

Tracy arrived at the church only to find that Vachon wasn't there. Oh well, Tracy thought. I'll just make myself comfortable. She decided to do some snooping. No, let's make that investigating. She was a detective, after all.

She went to the couch and studied the room. She saw that things had been changed. She glanced over to the bed where she'd sat with Vachon as he lay dying from the fever. Her heart clenched as she realized all she could have missed. She was so sure, so lacking doubts, she hardly recognized herself. She liked the new Tracy.

She moved to the bed, and imagined waiting for Javier naked. She wondered if he'd like that, or if he wanted to undress her. She felt her body going liquid in her imaginings. The coolness of the church disappeared under the heat of her body. She pulled back the sheets to find a small box tucked under her pillow. She looked around, torn between peeking and wanting to wait for him.

She decided to wait. Patience was something else new to her. She felt like she had eternity now.

She felt the air turn electric, and knew he was near. "Javier?" she called.

"Ha-vee-ay...Ha-vee-ay. Work on it." He laughed. She butchered his name, but he was starting to like it. Kind of like a pet name, but definitely not his own.

"Get over it. You should have an easier name." She jumped on the bed. "So, are you going to get over here so I can attack you?"

Vachon stood there, studying Tracy. He'd never seen her like this. Playful, cocky, demanding. She reminded him of - well - him. "You don't respect me anymore," he pouted. She laughed. She'd never felt more free in her life.

"Come here, baby, and I'll teach you the meaning of the word respect." He was shocked. And loving it. She reached out and pulled him down on the bed with her, instantly wrapping her long long legs around him. "Okay, now you're my prisoner. So get to work, Vampire."

Vachon decided enough was enough. He liked the playful Tracy, but she was goading him a little too much. Time to show her who's really in charge. Grinding his hips into hers, she gasped as she felt herself pressed into the mattress. Wrapping his arms under her back, he pulled tightly, arching her back. Using his teeth, he ripped open her blouse and stared at her body, never easing up the pressure of his hips to hers. Kissing a trail of fire between her breasts to her neck, he heard her breathing turn to gasps. "Are you ready for me?" he whispered roughly. "Do you want it now?"

"Yes, Javier, now," she begged, only to feel herself gently let down to the bed.

"Then next time, ask nicely." He got up and walked to the couch, just too pleased with himself.

Tracy lay on the bed, stricken. This wild woman thing was new to her, and she'd obviously done it wrong. She felt waves of humiliation wash over her, and turned away from him, ashamed.

Vachon immediately saw his error. He should have known this game of demand was new to Tracy, and cursed his choice. He thought to stretch it out, to tease back and forth until they couldn't wait any longer. He walked to her side of the bed, and knelt before her. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry --" she stammered, scared and doubting again. "I'm so embarrassed. Don't look at me, ok?"

"Tracy...it was my fault. I was playing the wrong game. It was my fault." He stroked her hair, wondering how he could want her so badly and still see her as such a little girl at times. "I'm sorry, baby. You were just doing so well, I thought to take it further...I read it all wrong."

She nodded, but couldn't talk. Her heart was wide open, and she was so afraid of hurting more. She was confused, too. One minute she was feeling so strong, so sure of herself, and the next minute she's ashamed and scared to death. What power did he have over her?

"Tracy, can we try again? I do want to make love to you, over and over if you'll let me. Every way we can." He tried to reach for her, but she pulled away.

"Maybe not tonight, ok? I'm really tired after last night and today and tonight at work. I'm just not really in the mood." She was talking a mile a minute, and sounded so foolish to her own ears. Vachon's look grew intense.

"Don't make me prove you a liar." He leaned towards her, eyes never leaving hers. "Don't make me prove how quickly I can get you hot, Tracy." He ran a single fingertip along her jawline, down her neck and around the open collar of her torn blouse. "Don't make me prove I can make you forget everything but my body in yours." He nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. "I can smell you, Tracy. I can smell your need. I love the smell of you..."

Tracy was lost, forgetting her shame, who she was. She was his toy, and that suited her fine. She felt like all her life she'd been fighting for control. Now her sole desire was to give up control to him. Here, in this part of their world, he was master.

There was nothing he could ask that she wouldn't do.

"Stand up, Tracy. I want you naked." Hot potent words. She obeyed, she had no choice. Standing, she let him remove her clothes slowly this time. "Don't ever wear clothes in my bed again. Understood?" His eyes burned into hers, commanding her. She nodded.

"Lay down. Let me look at you." His eyes never left her body as he removed his own clothes. She felt her fever rise as his body was revealed. So hard, so strong, so beautiful. But not even his magnificent body could match his eyes. His eyes held the whip that kept her his willing slave.

"I want all your dreams tonight, Tracy. Think of your dreams...think of all the ways you want me in your body." He lay over her, sliding his body along the smooth length of her. Wrapping those legs around him once more, he fit himself to her and kept the spell weaving around her soul with his words. "Tell me your dreams, Tracy. Tell me in your blood."

His words alone had taken Tracy to the edge. The sudden thrust of his hips sent her tumbling, and feeling her pleasure he took her blood, stealing her fantasies from the hot apricot wine he had to have. Images of them swirled through his mind as he drank. He drank her every fantasy, her darkest desires. Things she would be afraid to tell him danced in his mind, and the eroticism of her dreams pushed him to the other side. Collapsing on her, turning them both so she lay astride him, he whispered her name while he stroked her back, bringing them both back into themselves. "Don't leave me," she whispered as he started to move.

"I won't."

Holding each other, whispering of their love, Tracy was thinking of the changes she was feeling. Her emotions ran from bliss to shame to exultation in his arms. She was afraid, but never felt more at home than in his bed with Vachon in her body. Maybe it's blood loss, she thought, giggling. Deciding to let go of her fears and live in this moment, in her beautiful vampire's arms, she sat up and looked down at his exquisite face. "I love you."

Javier saw the changes in her, and applauded her courage. Tracy was no quitter. She'd battle her demons down, and grab on to what happiness she could find. No wonder he loved her.

"I've got something for you," he said, surprised at how much it meant to him that she like her gift. He'd seen it a while back, but never thought to buy it for her before. Maybe when drinking her blood, he learned how much it would mean to her. And he did want to please her.

What a wuss, he thought, than smiled. Who cares? I'm happy. "I think your Mary Poppins complex is contagious, Trace. I'm starting to do 'nice' things."

"Give me my present." She dove for the gift under the pillow.

"You've been peeking," he accused, drunk on her enthusiasm. How long had it been since he'd felt so unfettered?

"Can I open it?" He nodded. She tore off the paper, and found a small jeweler's box. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the lid. He'd bought her a special pendant, a heart with a drop of blood tearing from it's tip. In the blood, a ruby was set, making it shimmer like liquid. She opened the pendant, and inside were rose petals.

"They're from our first night." Her breath caught. She read the inscription, 'I love you. JV'. Simple. Eloquent. Everything. She took it out of the box and clasped it around her neck. The pendant shone between her breasts.

"Thank you," she whispered. Laying in his arms, she drank his scent, his love, and slept.

Vachon held Tracy while she dreamed, studying the small cut on his hand.




Tracy studied Vachon while she ate her dinner. He'd picked her up some dinner before she arrived, and after making love once more, she was starving. She was used to silences, but she could tell something was worrying him.

"Are you okay, Vachon? You're just a little too quiet." He smiled at her, contented, yet just a little preoccupied. Even though the sex was great, Tracy knew something was different.

When he offered no other response, she went to the couch and knelt in front of him. "Javier, can I ask you something? Were you okay when we made love? Did I pleasure you?"

He leaned forward and kissed her softly, barely brushing his lips over hers, then worried her lower lip with his teeth, never breaking the delicate skin. Releasing the tender bite, he licked at her lips. "It was wonderful, Trace, you know that. Some things can't be faked."

"You didn't drink." She'd wondered why, and missed that particular intimacy they shared. She loved knowing it was her blood he was living on, making him strong. "You could, you know. I love it."

Javier sat quietly, studying the small cut that still hadn't healed. He remembered Natalie's words, that what they were doing could turn him mortal. He didn't know what he felt anymore.

"I just have some thinking to do, Trace. Do we have to talk all the time?" he joked, but the words still stung.

"No, we don't have to talk at all." She got up and started gathering her things. "You want 'space', space you get." She turned to leave, only to find Vachon blocking her way. "And vampire speed is a cheap trick in an argument."

He realized he HAD used vampire speed. He was relieved to find that he wasn't changed, at least not completely. "Tracy, don't go. There are things going on you may not understand. Hell, I don't understand them. What we're doing is not supposed to be done. And things can happen."

"What are you talking about? Just tell me," she asked, exasperated. "I'm tired of wondering if you've changed your mind about me, if you still want me, if you're tired of me..." Her words dropped off as she saw the look of amusement on his face. "What?" she snapped.

"Tracy, you're such a girl. I mean, you're 'tired of wondering', and wasn't that you in my bed twenty minutes ago?" Images of their last coupling filled her mind, causing a sudden twinge in her depths. "So twenty minutes is the limit of your patience, hmm?"

She saw the humor in her actions, but wasn't ready to give in yet. She was being ridiculous, but she didn't want him pulling away without understanding why. "I just have a lot of questions, and I don't want you laughing at me for wondering things. You're the most important thing in the world to me. I don't want to lose you."

"You're not losing me, Tracy. I just need to think."

"About what?"

"God, you're pushy." He ran his hands through his hair, and she noticed the small cut.

"What happened?" She grabbed his hand and looked at the small cut, realizing she had never seen him with such an inconseqential injury. Sure, she'd seen him with a stake hole through his chest, and gunshot wounds, but they always healed. Why was this little cut still here?

Tracy's detective mind was spinning through the facts, trying to find the pattern. She was good at that, and it was never more necessary. She remembered after their first night together, Vachon mentioned something about drinking the same mortal's blood over and over again. Did she do this to him?

"Vachon, is my blood hurting you?" The thought horrified her, that their most intimate, erotic moments were hurting him, poisoning him.

"Hurting me? I don't know. Changing me? Yes." He tried to sift through the changes he was feeling. "Natalie doesn't know if all the changes are from your blood. She thinks..." his voiced faded.

"What does Natalie think?" Tracy demanded, needing the truth of their situation.

"She thinks the man in me is protecting you from the vampire in me, or some such rot." He tried to understand what that meant, but right now it was beyond him. "It surprised her, though. She said she didn't think I was that noble."

"How dare she!" Tracy snapped, angry that anyone would demean her beautiful vampire. "That just goes to show how little she knows you. She had no right to say that. When I think of all the things you've done for me, I just want to slap her. " Anger flushed Tracy's face.

She would fight for him, that was obvious. She wanted to protect him. He would laugh, but he found he treasured this about her. He never wanted that to change.

"No need to go slapping the good coroner. She meant no offense, Trace. But thank you for offering." He stepped nearer to her, insinuating his body closer and closer. Sliding his arms around her, he kissed her with all the passion he'd felt in his near-500 years. He felt that all that had come before was practice for this woman, this time.

"I was thinking about why I didn't drink from you," finally answering her first question. "I was trying to figure out if I didn't bite you to protect you, thinking maybe you've lost enough blood lately. Or maybe I was protecting myself, not wanting to change anymore. Or maybe I just didn't need to bite. That's never happened to me, Tracy. Sex and the bite are one and the same to me. This was the first time since I was brought across that I didn't. So I was thinking about it."

"But was it any good for you if you didn't drink?" She hated the thought of not satisfying him.

He looked at her, and remembered the moments he spent in her arms, shuddering, shaking, pouring himself into her. He stared in her eyes as the tinge of gold appeared in his own, brought on by their remembered passion. "Yes, Tracy, it was good." It was better than good, he thought. He knew in a flash of knowledge that Tracy was the woman he was meant to find, the one made for him. But there was no way in hell he was going to tell her that!

He was a man, after all.

"Will you stay?" His hands stroked her hair, fingertips caressing her neck. He felt the hunger returning, and relief flooded through him. His life may have been one of irresponsibility, but he didn't lie to himself. He didn't want to be mortal. Knowing the need for Tracy's blood was still there eased his concern about changing, and the relief fueled his passion.

Maneuvering Tracy backwards towards the bed, stripping her clothes as they went, he fell to her breasts and drank from her, needing this sustenance as much as her blood. Their coupling was slow, easy, and Tracy felt she were moving in a dream. Looking into each other's eyes, legs wrapped around his hips as he sat against the headboard of his bed, their movements slow waves against the flow of their passions.

Riding his power and strength, Tracy reveled in their love and heat, and felt the urgency stealing through her, still slow, still easy, until finally she threw back her head, baring her neck for his delectation. Even the bite was slow, drawing out her pleasure, sipping from her hot hot blood. She felt him shudder, heard his low growl, and felt her body respond again, making her blood flow faster.

Holding one another, their love strengthened them for the battles outside. "I think I'm going to talk to Nat tomorrow at work, if that's ok with you." Tracy had so many questions, and if Nat's been involved with this for six years, maybe she had some answers.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to want to talk with you. She had a LOT of questions for me earlier." He was quiet for a moment, then said, "You might want to tell her about this cut." They looked at each other, and felt their world shifting.





Nick sat in his chair, studying her face, waiting for her to speak. Natalie sat on Nick's couch, avoiding his face, waiting for him to speak. Pretending to listen to the music playing in the background, the minutes ticked away. Still not looking at him, she asked in her inimitable sarcastic way, "So...do we have anything to say?"

"I'm listening."

"Try talking, Nick."

Nick chose that most inopportune time to sigh. Natalie's nerves were nowhere near ready to deal with Nick's Guilt, the cross he carried throughout his existence. "If you dare start telling me about how you can't take the risk with me, I'm walking out, and I won't come back."

Nick's eyes stole over Natalie, measuring her anger, and realized he better do something quick, or he will lose her.

"What do you want me to say, Natalie? 'Hey, Vachon and Tracy are doing it, why not us?' I won't be that irresponsible."

"You're so full of shit, Nick." Natalie started pacing the confines of Nick's ever so neat yet not nearly lived in loft. Frustration radiated off Natalie in waves. "Do you have any idea how jealous I am? Do you have any idea how much I want what they have? To be wanted like Vachon wants Tracy? I thought they were going to set the lab on fire, with him just drinking from her. He wants her so bad...he loves her."

Natalie stopped short, feeling slapped. The truth was staring her in the face, and it wasn't a pleasant truth. "Oh my God, there it is. How could I be so stupid?" She looked at Nick, and shook her head at her mistakes.

"Good-bye, Nick." She went to gather her purse.

"Whoa, Nat, what did I miss? I thought we were going to talk about this." He went to her, tried to take her in his arms. She stopped him with a single look.

"No more lies, Nick. No more lies from you, and no more lying to myself. I want what they have. You criticize Vachon for being irresponsible, but he's following his heart. That's the kind of love I want, Nick. You're not capable of that."

"What kind of love can we have if you're dead, Nat? It's your life we're talking about Natalie, not just whether or not love is involved. You know I love you."

"I don't believe you. Frankly, when I think back on all the times I tried to 'talk you into' this, I'm ashamed. How did I lose all my self-respect, Nick? I believed you when you said we couldn't be together, but I loved you anyway. Now I know that was a lie. So I wasted my love on a lie."

"How can you say that, Natalie? We've come so far."

"'We've' come so far, Nick? You've come so far. Everything's been on Nick's terms, to help Nick achieve Nick's goals. Well, consider me out of that particular game." She turned back towards the door.

"Please don't leave, Natalie. Not like this."

"Fine, then you tell me HOW you want me to leave, because I am leaving." Nick didn't know what to say. Panic gripped him.

"Please, Nat, don't leave at all. I thought tonight was going to be the start of a new phase in our relationship, not the end."

"I have made EVERYTHING easy for you. Because you're a vampire, I let you get away with crap I'd have never taken from a 'regular guy.' Nick, you may be a great cop, and pretty damned human as far as the Undead are concerned, but as a beau, you stink."

Nick's voice stopped her at the door. "Just tell me one thing, Nat. Is it over, or do you think we still have a chance?"

Natalie looked at him with contempt, disgust, and much to her dismay, a spark of desire. "Be a man, Nick. I don't feel like leaving a trail of crumbs to my door so you can find me. If you want me, you better make me believe it. That's gonna take a lot. Honestly, I don't think you can do it. See ya!" Natalie left, making one of the best "slap your man upside the head" exits in the history of men and women.

Nick stood in the middle of his loft, wondering where the hell everything went wrong. He was trying to protect Natalie, wasn't he? His holding back was for her good, not his, right? Images of the many times Natalie had reached out to him flashed before his eyes, only this time he also saw her pain as she was rejected again and again.

Vachon, he thought. He started this. After all the crap he'd given Vachon these past months, would he even be willing to talk to Nick, let alone help him? He thought of going to the church, then remembered the look on Tracy's face as she left. Better wait till tomorrow night, he thought, picturing the embarrassing scene he might encounter this evening. How does he do it, thought Nick. How does he drink 'just a little'?

Nick walked to the refrigerator to get one of his private label bottles. This was going to be a long night.

***

The next evening, Natalie entered a morgue filled with roses. There had to be ten dozen roses waiting for her, along with one slightly nervous cop-chick in the form of Tracy Vetter. "Must have been some night, hmm, Natalie? Vachon likes roses, too. Must be a vamp-thing, what do you think?"

"I think Nick wasted a lot of money on foliage. Roses are not going to get him out of it this time." She walked to her desk, putting up her things for the evening. "So what can I do for you, Detective Vetter?"

"Nat, if this is a bad time..." Tracy hedged.

"No, it's fine. Look, Nick and I had a fight, he's majorly on my shit list today, and he thinks roses will do the trick. End of story. Let's get on to you. How are you this evening?"

"I'm fine, Natalie, but I'm worried about Vachon. I think I'm poisoning him."

Unbidden, a chuckle escaped Natalie's lips. "'Poisoning' him, Tracy? You want to explain that?"

"He's got a cut on his hand. It hasn't healed." Natalie was suddenly all ears. "It's only been about a day, but you know how they are. That should have healed instantly. So what's going on?"

Weighing how much she could tell Tracy, Natalie stood silently for a few moments. "Tracy, I've only known of one other Vampire-Mortal relationship. Nick always told me it couldn't be done. The one time I knew about...the vampire became mortal."

A singular hope flared in Tracy's heart, but reality squashed it. Vachon had never even hinted he wanted to be mortal. Would he want this? "Did you tell Vachon this?"

"Yes, Tracy, I did. He asked if I knew anything about these types of relationships." Natalie studied Tracy, wondering if she knew Vachon's view on the life of a vampire. "Did you make love again last night?" Tracy nodded. "Did he drink your blood again?" Another nod. "Well, then, Tracy, it looks like Vachon thinks you're worth the risk. Lucky girl." Natalie walked back to her desk, slamming a file down just a little too hard. Tracy followed.

"Natalie, do you want to talk?"

"Does Vachon want to become mortal again?" The abrupt question startled Tracy.

"He's never mentioned it. I don't think he does."

"The irony of this situation is a bit overdone, don't you think? I mean, Vachon doesn't want to become mortal, but will risk it just to be with you, and Nick dreams of being mortal, but won't risk being with me. Isn't life just peachy sometimes?"

"What do you mean, Nick won't risk it? What risk?"

"Nick says he's afraid if he drinks from me, he won't be able to stop, and I'll die."

Tracy remembered the first time she and Vachon made love. She remembered Vachon's fear, but her certainty seemed to lay those fears to rest. It was never an issue after the first time. Now she wondered in how much danger she'd been. "Natalie, do you think Nick could kill you? What would you do? Would you want to be brought across?"

"I don't know, Tracy. I used to think that being brought across was better than living without Nick. Now I don't know anymore. You're so lucky, Tracy. Your Vachon wants you so much, and doesn't let anything stop you from being together." She looked at the roses, and her heart seemed to melt just a little. "I wish we could have what you have."

Natalie looked so sad, Tracy felt she had to say something to change the mood. "Yeah, well, at least you can walk today!"

Natalie laughed, taking the gesture for what it was. She was grateful for the change of topic. "Well, now that you brought it up..." The lab filled with the womanly whispers and laughter of friends sharing secrets.

***

In a nearby deserted church, Nick looked for Vachon. Eating anything was difficult for him, but crow was his least favorite meal. "Vachon, are you here?" His senses guided him down the stairs, where Vachon was getting dressed.

"Please, just come in. We're not shy." Buttoning up the last of his jeans' buttons, he continued, "So to what do I owe the honor? Another big brother speech about leaving Tracy alone?"

He walked past Nick to flop on his chair. "Make yourself at home, Detective. Just save the speech, okay? I'm a little too tired to sift through the crap."

"No speeches, Vachon. Actually, I'm here to ask you something." For the first time Vachon noticed how uncomfortable Nick looked. He gestured towards the couch.

"Take a seat. What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk about you and Tracy."

"Been there, done that, none of your business."

"I don't mean telling you to stay away, I mean asking you..." Nick stumbled over the words. "How do you do it?" he finally blurted.

"Detective Knight, I'm shocked. I didn't think locker room details was your style."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? I'm serious, Vachon. How do you stop yourself? How do drink 'just a little'?"

Comprehension dawned. "So that's why you and the good doc have never..." He let his words trail off. Nick looked away. "You think you'll kill her?" Vachon sounded so disbelieving, Nick quickly explained.

"It's happened before."

"Every time you drink, you kill? No wonder you're the poster boy for Vampire Guilt."

"Vachon, you're not making this very easy."

"So what makes you think I care?"

"Fine, I deserve that. I've given you a hard time from the beginning. But I'm backing off now. So will you help me?"

Vachon thought of Natalie, her kindness during the fever, her beautiful loving ways that left judgment to others. He saw the love in her for Nick, probably clearer than Nick did. Nick could suffer along in his self-created turmoil, but Natalie deserved better. "Okay, Nick. But I'm doing this for Natalie. She's a lot more than you deserve."

"You think I don't know that? Actually, Natalie's of the same opinion anymore." He thought about last night, and hoped the roses would soften her. She was so angry.

"Anyway, when you and Tracy are together...how do you stop? I've killed my lovers before. I killed my wife. Do you know what that feels like?" Memories of his beautiful young wife, never awakening their morning after, haunted him still. "How can I take that risk with Natalie? How can you take that risk with Tracy?"

"Knight, it's not even an issue. The first time we were together, I told her I was afraid I'd take too much. She just laughed. She was so sure we'd be fine. And at the first taste of her blood," Vachon's words stopped, feeling the vampire returning. Just the thought of Tracy's blood inflamed him. She was a drug, and even though he knew the risk, he couldn't stop drinking from her.

"Her blood told me everything I needed to know. She doesn't want to die. She doesn't want to be brought across. So what else could I do but stop?" Vachon's thoughts returned to Nick. "If you love Natalie, love her so much you can't stay away, then you'll stop."

"It can't that simple."

"It is that simple for us. Here's a practical solution. Start with her wrist. It's harder to kill 'em that way." Images of Tracy offering her wrist to him when he awoke from being staked, and again in the morgue after being shot, burned him to his soul. The need for her seared him, and he knew he must have her now.

"Well, Knight, lessons in love are over. I've got things to do. You know the way out." Vachon took to the skies to look for Tracy.

Nick thought about what he said, and wondered if Natalie had forgiven him yet.

****

"Vetter, where the hell is your partner?" Reese was in fine form this evening. "A body's turned up at the college, and I need you to go check it out."

"I'll page him, Captain. I'm sure he's on his way in. I'll let him know where to meet me."

"Well, it looks as if this kid fell off a roof after drinking too much, but check it out just in case."

"Sure thing, Cap, on my way." Tracy grabbed her coat and headed out to her car. Halfway though the parking lot, all her senses went on riot, and she knew Javier was near. She looked to the sky, and felt this incredible urge to fly. Shaking her head at her fancy, she looked around for Vachon.

Standing at her car with arms crossed, Vachon watched Tracy approach. He saw her heightened color, the way her long black skirt hugged her thighs as she walked. He heard her breathing quicken and saw the hunger in her eyes.

Filling her dreams, her waking moments, Tracy couldn't believe they'd been lovers for just a few days. Tracy felt herself moving as in a dream, Vachon's eyes lost to the vampire. "Hi."

"Let's go." No prelude, just a command. She felt her body twinge in anticipation of his taking. His mastery of her body was an inescapable bond.

"I've got work to do, Vachon. I'm on my way to the college now."

"No, you're not." He held out one hand, and Tracy watched her own hand reach to him. The minute their fingers touched, she felt herself lifted, flying. The last time she flew with him she was unconscious, really cutting the fun out of it. This time, she felt the wind on her face, his arms holding her tight, and the exhilaration of knowing she was flying.

Landing on the roof of the precinct, Vachon quickly turned Tracy away from him. "Look at the lights, Tracy. Look at the beauty of the night." Mesmerizing her with his words, his hands made quick work of her clothes. Urgency rode him hard.

"Vachon, we're outside..." Tracy loved Vachon, but really!

"Tracy, you will do what I say. When I want you, you won't refuse me. You will give yourself to me whenever I need you. Do you understand, Tracy?"

Slowly moving her body, he bent her over the ledge, looking out on the city. She wanted to fight against his words, rage against his presumptions. Her pride screamed that she deny him, but her body was his willing accomplice.

As angry as his words got her, they thrilled her even more. She loved knowing she was his hunger, his need. She loved knowing he could take her whenever and wherever he wanted. The total control he had over her was intoxicating.

She gave him her body as he lunged into her, taking her harder and faster than he'd ever done. His strength frightened her, but his passion drowned her fear in her own melting. She felt him struggling to control his needs, waiting for her, and decided she wanted him to lose control. She rocked her body back against him, driving him over the edge. Sinking his fangs into her, he drank of her heat and love, tasting the difference of unfulfilled passions.

"Don't move, Tracy, just wait a minute."

"No, Javier, let me go." Moving to straighten her clothes, feeling the cold of the night against her still burning body, she began hatching her plans.

"I'm sorry, Tracy. I feel like some seventeen year old kid who can't control himself long enough to satisfy his girlfriend." He looked so chagrined, Tracy had to let him off the hook.

"It's okay, really. Actually, I'm glad."

"Get real, Trace."

"No, I am. Now you owe me one." The look in her eyes set him back. His Tracy was definitely up to something.

"I owe you what?"

"One sexual experience of my design. Tonight, I'm in charge. You have to do whatever I say. Tonight, I get to set the rules." Tracy's eyes glowed in anticipation. Vachon was enchanted.

"Is this going to hurt me?" He loved seeing this side of Tracy, the side that was more than ready to demand her rights to his body. Her slow, sexy smile brought him to the edge of bursting again. Vampires may have great rejuvenating powers, but she was definitely pushing the envelope. "Come here, Tracy. Let me touch you."

She walked to him, imagining his hands on her. As hot as she was, just walking was enough to get her going again. "Not now. I want you to think about poor me tonight, working with all these unfulfilled desires. Think of what a brute you were, using me for your lusts. Think of how much you need to make up to me for that. Then think how obedient you're going to be for me tonight." She kissed him, then bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. She slowly licked up the drops. "Mmmm, no wonder you like it."

Vachon stared at Tracy, suddenly worried about this change in her. Was this a side to Tracy he was just discovering, or was their lovemaking changing her, too?

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