Disclaimer: If you think I own Nick,
Nat, and the rest of the FK crew, you’re sadly mistaken. I
borrowed them, hugged them, squeezed them, called them George, then
gave them back like a good girl. Seriously, Forever Knight belongs to
Sony Tristar, Barney Cohen, and James D. Perriot.
Authors Note: This story was written
specifically for the DarkNN Christmas story contest, so by extension,
it is definitely DarkNN! My thanks to my gorgeous beta readers,
Stacy and Christy. Oh yes… Nunkies, sorry, but I was DarkNN
first! (Hm. Y’know, DarkNN should make you happy… a new daughter
or granddaughter for Nunkies *and* he gets Nick back…) Archive?
Sure! Permission granted for the FTP archive, my site, Stacy’s site,
the DarkNN archive and contest site, the FK fanfic archive, FK archive
#2 and jadfe if it becomes necessary. All others ask permission
As usual, this takes place in an
alternate universe in which Schanke is still alive, Nick isn’t totally
opposed to being a vampire as long as he has Nat, and there’s talk of
Nat joining him on the other side… I guess this can be seen as a sequel
to Christmas Medley, though it’s not completely necessary to read it
first. Last Knight *did* happen, only slightly differently—since
Tracy doesn’t exist as Nick’s partner, she’s still alive and ignorant
of vampires. Schanke didn’t die in her place; Nick and Nat just
went a little too far with almost fatal consequences.
Nick stroked Nat’s hair sleepily,
relishing the feel of her warm body against his cooler one. They
had risked being together so seldom that it was still almost a novelty
to wake with her in his arms. He hugged her to him and hoped that
some day he’d never have to let her go. “Je t’aime mon coeur, ma
Natalie,” he murmured.
Nat’s eyes fluttered open and she gave
him a heart-stopping, sleepy smile. “Evening,” she said with a
short yawn. “I just had the *strangest* dream.”
Nick wrapped one of her curls around
his finger, fascinated by the silky texture and the way it sprang back
when he released it. “Let me guess,” he said teasingly.
“You went to the North Pole and found an elf?”
Nat grinned and shook her head.
“Nope, but I did see LaCroix and Janette dressed as Santa and Mrs.
Nick threw back his head and started
to laugh at the mental picture. “LaCroix as Santa Claus,” he
managed to gasp out as blood tears started rolling down his cheeks.
“Don’t forget Janette as Mrs. Claus,”
Nat reminded him. She poked him in the stomach. “Complete
with white wig, red polyester dress…”
Nick simply laughed harder, unable to
stop. “There’s no *way*,” he gasped.
Nat grinned unrepentantly. “I
know,” she said.
Nick hugged her tightly, then looked
at the clock and groaned. “We’ve got to actually get up if we’re
going to make it up to the cabin,” he said.
Natalie kissed him softly, then slid
out of bed. “Are you sure that Myra and Schanke are okay with us
using the cabin?” she asked.
Nick put his hands behind his head and
watched her start to dress. “Yeah; They’re going to spend
Christmas with Myra’s family. When I mentioned that I was
planning on taking you somewhere for Christmas, Schank *insisted* that
we use the cabin.”
Natalie picked up her hairbrush and
started to run it through her thick curls. Nick got up, took the brush
from her, and started brushing her hair, stopping once or twice to kiss
the top of her head.
Nat tipped her face up to look at him,
then reeled him in for a kiss. Nick broke the kiss off and
caressed her cheek. "We'd better get going," he reminded her softly.
Nat wrinkled her nose. "You're
the one who's not dressed yet," she pointed out.
Nick grinned, grabbed his clothes, and
got dressed at vampiric speed. "Ready to go?" he asked.
"Showoff," she said. "Yeah, I'm
ready." Nat stuffed her feet into a pair of shoes and headed downstairs.
Nick followed, helped her into her
coat, and soon they were on their way to Schanke’s cabin. Nick
had made sure to pack the caddy the night before with everything they
needed for a protracted stay, so there weren’t any stops they had to
make along the way.
They drove along, listening to
Christmas carols on the radio as Nat leaned against Nick’s free
shoulder and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Soon, he would
never be parted from her. Soon, he would have his Natalie with
him throughout all eternity.
Nat tipped her head up and kissed the
underside of his jaw, then, without speaking, settled her head back on
his shoulder. Nick shivered slightly at the contact, and
struggled to keep his attention on the slick roads rather than on his
Nat stared out the window, watching
the scenery pass by. “Nick, look at that,” she said, pointing
towards an upcoming church. There was a large nativity scene
outside, blanketed with a coating of white snow that made the whole
thing gleam and sparkle under the lights.
Nick glanced over and smiled.
“Looks pretty, doesn’t it?” he asked.
Natalie nodded. “Yeah.
Looks like I’ll be avoiding churches from now on, though,” she said.
Nick placed a quick kiss on her
forehead. “Maybe not—we can try the one we went to last week; it
didn’t particularly bother me…”
“I guess,” Nat said noncommittally,
and then fell into silence. She reached out and turned on the
The Nightcrawler’s rich voice filled
the air. “My children of the night, tonight during this season, I
wish to speak of love, true love. Some believe that such a think
does not exist, but those are the people who have not yet found their…
one true love. Oh yes, I assure you, it does exist and happens
only once. When you find it, hold on to it for eternity and never
let it go. Luck to a dear friend of mine this night for holding
on to his true love. Let us hope for eternity…”
Nick shut the radio off. “He
offered to help, you know,” he said softly. “He offered to bring
you across himself to make sure it would work.”
Nat buried her nose in Nick’s collar
and inhaled. “I thought he might after he visited me in the
hospital,” she murmured, her voice a bit muffled by his coat and shirt.
Nick kissed her hair again and
listened as her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. He
drove for another hour, enjoying the soft sounds she made as she slept,
until they arrived at the cabin. He pulled up in front of it and
carefully lowered Natalie on to the seat before he got out, went around
the car, and picked her up. Carefully, he took her up to the
porch, opened the door, took her inside, and lowered her on to the king
sized bed. It was a matter of minutes at vampiric speed to unload
the car and put all the supplies away.
Nick pulled out a few bottles of blood
and drank them, determined to satiate his beast before he tried to make
her his. He walked over to the bed and kissed her softly.
Nat’s eyes fluttered open and she kissed him back. “Mmm,” she
said with a happy sigh. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
Nick flashed her a charming
smile. “Anything else you want to do as your last night as a
mortal?” he asked.
Nat wrapped her arms around his neck
and kissed him. “How about that?” she asked a trifle breathlessly
after she ended the kiss.
Nick’s eyes were gold and his voice
had roughened and deepened. “Plenty of time for that… later.” His
eyes turned back to their normal blue color as he leaned in to kiss her
“We could build a snowman and then I
could have a big cup of hot chocolate,” Nat suggested.
Nick brushed a strand of hair back
from her face. “I haven’t done that for, oh, a century or so,” he
Together, the couple stood up.
Nick helped Nat into her winter gear and they went outside. They spent
some time building a vampire snowman. Nat even produced some
reflective yellow plastic from somewhere to use for his eyes.
Nick laughed when he saw the finished product. “All it needs is a
topcoat and a military haircut, and we’d have SnowLaCroix,” he said
with a teasing grin. He looked at the sky. “Nat, I think we
should go in--it looks like the snow might get worse.”
Natalie nodded and they headed
inside. The cabin’s resident Brownie, who had heard Nick’s
comments about the snowman, poked his head out of his little house,
laughed at the snowman, and with a shooing motion, he brought the
snowman to temporary life. The snowman, who now had the
intelligence of a dog, shook himself and shuffled over to the window to
peer inside. Unfortunately, the window he chose was the one that
looked into the bedroom, so the snowman had a good view of the
Nick and Nat sat side-by-side on the
bed. “Nat, um, I wanted to make this pleasurable for you, but--"
“After last time, you’re scared that
you’ll take too much,” Nat finished. She reached up to caress his
cheek. “I understand; we’ll have time for more later.”
Nick kissed her softly. “I
promise I’ll be gentle,” he said as he brushed her hair
aside. Tenderly, he bit into the side of her neck.
Nat only felt a tiny prick, then a
slight sucking sensation before she was hit by a wave of emotion from
Nick--fear that he would go too far, love for her, and acceptance of
his vampiric life as long as she was with him. His cool arms
cradled her close as he drank. She saw memories of his mortal
life, the beginnings of his life with LaCroix and Janette, but most of
all his years in Toronto with her. It was all laced with his
overwhelming love of her as everything went dark.
Nick stopped and licked the last few
drops from her neck, then bit his wrist and held it over her open
mouth, dripping the life-giving liquid in it. “Come back to me,
ma Natalie,” he called softly. “Come back into my darkness to be
my light.” He gave her more of his blood. “Mon coeur,
ma vie, ma lumière dans le ténèbres come back to
me,” he begged.
Slowly, Nat opened her eyes and smiled
at him, then clutched her stomach, and her eyes glowed amber.
Nick handed her a bottle of donated human blood and watched as she
downed it, then handed her another. After her fourth bottle of
blood, she slowed down and looked at him. “So am I?”
“Yes.” Nick kissed her,
releasing the passion he’d been holding in check for so
long. Carefully, he caressed her new fangs with his
tongue, smiling when they extended for the first time. “Now it’s
time for our first lesson,” he said teasingly.
“And that would be?” Nat asked
Nick kissed her again, then trailed
kisses over her face and down her jaw to her neck. “The joys of
bloodsharing,” he growled.
Nat giggled, pulled him down on to the
bed and kissed him thoroughly. “And now we have all the time in
Outside, the snowman shuffled to the
door, opened it and went inside where it was more than a little
warm. The next evening, Nick and Nat spent some time wondering
where the large puddle inside their door had come from and how the
various un-snow bits and pieces had managed to get inside, but they had
other, better things to occupy themselves with.