This is a story that I wrote for my friend Shannon as a housewarming present. She moved from Pennsylvania to Ohio and I thought this would be more welcome than a plant! She agreed. <BG> I hope that you all enjoy it
as much as she did!Standard Disclaimers: I don't own anyone in this story. Well, except for the mean chicks and the new bartender named Shannon. I thank TPTB for letting me use and abuse their property, it's been much fun.
Additional thanks go out to my IRC chicks for reading the story first and telling me if it was any good. Plus, it was nice of them not to stake me for this story since they are mostly Nick and Nat Packers! <EG>
Thank Goodness For The Seventies! 1/2
By: Mother Superior/Sister Dementia
(Monique Kraft)Natalie pushed her way to the front of the crowd, all the while trying to get Miklos' attention. One of the many younger, scantily clad women waiting in line with Natalie whispered snottily to a friend, "As if that old chick'll get in before we will."
Natalie smirked and motioned towards the door again. "Miklos!"
Miklos looked around to see who it was that knew his name. When he saw Natalie, he smiled and waved to her. "Enter, please, Dr. Lambert."
Natalie grinned wickedly to the shocked woman who had made the rude comment. When she reached Miklos' side, she leaned in to whisper her own snotty comment. "That one could be trouble. I heard her mention something about hunting the evil one later on tonight." She shrugged, "I could be wrong, but you never know." She tried not to laugh as Miklos stood straighter and glared at the other woman.
When Natalie stepped inside the club she burst out laughing as she heard Miklos say, "Don't even think about it babe, we don't want your kind here."
She quickly cleared her thoughts and approached the bar. Tonight was serious and she couldn't afford to lose her chance. She sat down on a bar stood and nodded to the new bartender. When the young, pierced and mostly
bald woman approached her; Natalie raised her voice to be heard over the music and asked, "Is LaCroix here? I need to talk to him."The other woman looked at Natalie incredulously. "You want to talk to LaCroix?" There was no way Mr. LaCroix would be talking to a woman like this. The ones that Mr. LaCroix usually dealt with were more, she
struggled to find the right word, exotic than this one. She wasn't ugly or anything, just kind of normal looking. She shook her head, "Sorry, he's busy in the back."Natalie started to say something but closed her mouth as a shiver ran over her. She swiveled the bar stool around and jumped as her legs hit something hard. Her eyes traveled up, first the legs, then the torso, finally finding the steely grey eyes of LaCroix. She cleared her voice and licked her lips nervously. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were behind me."
LaCroix smiled, barely, and shook his head. "Yes you did. You could feel me, just as I sensed you the moment you entered the club." He leaned in, placing an arm on either side of her as his hands gripped the bar behind
her.Natalie leaned back, her breath catching in her throat as his legs pressed against hers. She tried not to gasp as he moved her legs aside and took a few steps forward. She silently thanked God that she had decided to wear pants tonight as his crotch pressed flat against hers. 'Damn these high bar stools!' She looked him straight in the eyes and hoped he didn't see the uncertainty in her eyes. Her voice trembled a bit, but the moment she actually started to breath again, her confidence started to return. "I felt you, but I just figured that someone had turned up the air conditioning."
He laughed loudly and leaned in closer until his lips were almost touching hers. He spoke softly and stared directly into her eyes. "Really? I will have to try and appear more cordial to you in the future." He leaned in and placed a light kiss on her lips. He smiled when she didn't flinch or pull back.
Natalie closed her eyes as his lips touched hers. She shivered again at the coolness, but did not move away. She needed him tonight and was not going to blow it by rebuking him. "And I will have to try to be more accepting towards you also."
LaCroix grinned, his perfectly white teeth grinding together before he spoke. "What is it that you want, my dear Natalie?"
Natalie leaned in on her own until her lips brushed against his ear. This time it was her turn to feel satisfaction when he shivered slightly as her lips softly tickled his ear as she spoke. "I need something from you, and I'm willing to pay for it. I have already asked Nick to help me, but we both know how reliable he is when it comes to keeping his promises." She continued on when he didn't say anything. Her words began to stumble out of her mouth as he turned his head slightly and started to kiss her cheekbone lightly. "I, um, I'm starting a new period and I, I mean, I'm entering a new time in my life and I need..." She quickly forgot what she was saying as his lips moved slowly down to the side of her neck. She shook herself mentally and continued. "This is too important to me and I need someone who can promise to be there for me tonight. I know Nick must have told you about it." She bit her bottom lip and tried not to yelp out loud when he licked the throbbing vein in her neck. The moment his lips left her skin and he began to speak, she suddenly remembered the others in the room... most of whom were vampires. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting, she already knew that most of the undead thought she was betraying Nick tonight. It wasn't any of their business.
He smiled to himself and made a mental note to taunt Nick about the situation later. Nicholas hadn't been around lately to tell his master anything, but there was no reason to let Natalie know. "I would relish the opportunity to assist you Natalie. Have you cleared the night with Nicholas? You know how jealous he can be."
She shook her head and tipped her chin up. "He doesn't own the position." She shrugged, "If he shows up on time, he's more than welcome to join in. If not, then I'm sure we can get the job done on our own."
LaCroix stepped back a fraction. What was she saying? Did she want Nicholas to help bring her across, or was he just going to be there to take her away afterwards? LaCroix knew that once he had her, Natalie Lambert would belong to no one else. He nodded and took a few more steps back. He took her hand in his and said, "I have a room in the back."
Natalie gave him a weird look and pulled out a small piece of paper from her pants pocket. "Why would we go in the back when I need you at this address?" She handed the paper to him and stood up. She moved in closer and smiled. "Thank you. I took tomarrow night off, so you can show up anytime after the sun goes down."
LaCroix watched in amazement as she pushed past him and walked out the door. He smiled and shook his head. 'She does have the nerve!'. He looked up at the astonished bartender and asked loudly, "What?" before turning and walking slowly back to his office. It was very hard to walk, even with just a partial erection!!!
Natalie opened the first box and dug around until she found what she was looking for. She set up her incense holder, struck a match and brought it to the tip of the vanilla stick. She watched the small flame as it burned past and created a deep red ember. She blew the flame out and stood up as the phone rang. "Hello?"
Nick's voice sounded a little uncomfortable as he spoke. "Um, Nat? I have some bad news."
Natalie shook her head and frowned into the phone. "You can't come over. Am I right?"
Nick nodded into the phone. "Yeah, I'm sorry. The paperwork on this case is killing Schanke and me. I know how much this meant to you, but I swear we can do it tomarrow. Okay?"
Natalie just shook her head and shrugged. "Okay." She hung up the phone before he could say anything else. "It's a good thing I have LaCroix as a backup plan." She hadn't realized that she was speaking out loud until a voice spoke from inside the doorway.
"Really? Are you surprised that Nicholas has let you down in your moment of need?" He didn't necessarily want to tear down his son, but his own need overruled rational thought.
Natalie shrugged. "Not really, but it's not like we couldn't have done this tomarrow." She pointed to a large stack of boxes. "The boxes aren't going anywhere until I unpack them." She was trying to act nonchalant, but it was very hard when she remembered the way he had touched her the night before.
LaCroix looked from Natalie to the boxes, from the boxes to the rest of the living room, from the living room back to Natalie. "Please do not tell me that you had me come all the way over here to help you unpack some boxes!"
Natalie looked confused, as she had been the night before. "Didn't Nick tell you?"
The vampire shook his head angrily. He had been looking forward to sex and bringing Natalie across, not helping her move! "Nicholas does not tell me anything anymore!"
Natalie grimaced and let out a frustrated sigh. "Oh, Damnit! I'm sorry, I thought you knew."
He shook his head again, faster this time. "NO, I was not aware of your relocation." He looked her over from head to toe... she was definitely not wearing an outfit made for seduction. "You said you were entering into an important time in your life! I thought you wanted to be brought across!"
She started to feel uncomfortable as he took in her sweat pants and old t-shirt. She started to wonder if she was the one who was dressed wrong for the occasion. "I'm really sorry about the misunderstanding. It's just that I've never owned a home before and I wanted everything to be perfect. Giving that you've been a rich and worldly for so long, you probably can't understand how important it is to have something that belongs to just you and no one else. You don't have to stay if you don't want to." She looked around at the mountains of boxes stacked all over the room. Then the memory of the other rooms filled with almost as many boxes made her groan inwardly.
LaCroix was about to leave when he saw the look of despair in her eyes. He sighed angrily and thought to himself, 'You will repay me Nicholas, you will repay.' He stepped further into the room and said, "I will assist you since I have already taken the night off." He grimaced to himself when he realized that the repeat he had chosen for tonight's show would make no sense to the torture he had planned for Nicholas!
Natalie smiled gratefully and ran over to hug him. She tried to move back when his arms moved around her waist and held her tightly. "Um, maybe we should get started."
LaCroix smiled. "There's plenty of time for that later. We can start with the boxes now."
Natalie tried not to blush, unsuccessfully, and pushed free from his hold. She turned and asked, "Well, which box do you want to start with.
LaCroix started to speak but stopped himself. He chose a more appropriate answer, one less related to sex. "I will start with the ones over there." He walked over to the stack of boxes by the fireplace. He knelt down and opened one box up by peeling the top off of it with one hand. 'I cannot believe this! I have gone from a Roman General to the hired help!'
Natalie walked over to the opposite direction of the room and began to unpack her stereo equipment. She was deep into the setup when she heard a chuckle from across the room. She turned to see LaCroix watching her from across the room. "What are you laughing at?"
He was casually resting against the wall in a sitting position, one arm resting on his bent knee. "You actually own a record player? Even at my age, I do not have one of those anymore."
Natalie grabbed a piece of crumpled newspaper and tossed it at him. When he just batted it away with vampiric speed, she gave him a look of mock distaste. "If I didn't have a record player, how," she pulled some old records out of a box and held them up to him. "could I play these?"
LaCroix stood up and crossed over to where she was standing. He read some of the titles out loud. "K.C. and The Sunshine Band? The Village People?" He made a face of disgust. "WHY would you want to listen to this
kind of music? I am not sure if you realize this, but this is the 90's, not the 70's." He moved aside when she tried to hit him on the shoulder playfully.Natalie smirked at him and took one of the records out of the sleeve. "Just listen to the music and see if it takes you back to some happy memories." She put the record on and set the needle down. She hadn't finished setting up the system, so the sound was only in mono.
LaCroix tried very hard to find some happy memories of the 70's but the remembrance of his bright blue polyester leisure suit made him wince. Could those lapels have gotten any bigger?
End Part 1/2
Thank Goodness For The Seventies! 2/2
Natalie started to sing along with the song.
<Everybody, get on the floor, let's dance!
Don't fight your feelings, give yourself a chance!>LaCroix tried not to laugh when Natalie started to gyrate in the style of dance from two decades earlier.
<Shake shake shake, shake shake shake,
Shake your booty! Shake your booty!
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake,
Shake your booty! Shake your booty.>Natalie started to do the bump... by herself. She felt kind of silly but her love of disco balanced things out.
<You can, you can do it very well.
You're the best in the world, I can tell.>LaCroix started to feel sorry for her, so he joined Natalie in her dance. He made fists out of hands and rolled them over each other.
Natalie started to laugh when he mimicked John Travolta and shot his pointer finger into the air and brought it down towards the ground. She shouted, "Do the Hustle!"
<Shake shake shake, shake shake shake,
Shake your booty! Shake your booty!
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake,>LaCroix looked her and said, "That is not the Hustle. I'm not sure of the name, but it's not the Hustle."
<Shake your booty! Shake your booty.
Shake shake, shake shake!
Shake shake, shake shake!>Natalie laughed again and smacked his behind with hers. "Then let's do the bump!"
<Shake shake shake, shake shake shake,
Shake your booty! Shake your booty!
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake,
Shake your booty! Shake your booty.>As the music slowly died down, LaCroix and Natalie bumped their rears and laughed. Natalie doubled over laughing as a thought occurred to her.
LaCroix looked a little left out of her private thoughts. "What, may I ask, is so funny?"
Natalie tried to control her breathing and said, "I was just thinking how much I could make if I tried to sell a video of you dancing like that!"
LaCroix made a face at her. "Millions, I assume. But remember," he thought back to something that his new bartender had said, "payback is a bitch."
Natalie smiled. It was nice to be in a situation with LaCroix that wasn't adversarial for once. "Come on, let's finish the boxes."
They continued to unpack the boxes and listen to disco, enjoying the rhythm of the music. When one of the songs from Natalie's 'K.C. and The Sunshine Band's Greatest Hits' record started, she jumped up, ran over to LaCroix and grabbed his hand. "I love this one!"
LaCroix looked at her with exasperation. Why did he feel a lot like Nicholas right now?
<I'm your boogie man, that's what I am.
I'm here to do whatever I can.
Be it early morning, late afternoon
Or at midnight. It's never too soon>He swung her around and watched in admiration as she shook and quickly swayed to the music. He felt a strange sensation building. What was it? Desire? Possibly. He had desired her very much the night before at the Raven.
<To want to please you,
To want to keep you
To want to do it all, all for you>Natalie giggled when she pulled her back against him. "This is fun!" She stopped laughing when she saw the look in his eyes. Her heart sped up when she began to wonder if it was only a mirror of her own feelings this night. His touch had burned with a cool heat the night before and her stomach was doing flip flops when he kissed her at the club.
The feelings of desire were quenched for a moment as they both tried to figure out the question that had stumped men of science and education for years. What in the hell did that line in the song mean??
The next two lines brought them back to the present situation.
LaCroix watched her face, looking for the sign that her feelings matched his own. When he saw her uncertainty, he leaned in and kissed her softly.
Natalie gasped when his lips touched hers. She felt her heart beating even faster as his hand moved from her waist, into the waistband of her sweats and down to her rear. Her legs began to quiver as he caressed her skin. His hands were so cool against her buttocks; his fingers so strong as they kneaded her soft flesh.
<Turn me on!
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man.
I'll do what you want.
I'm your boogie man, that's what I am.>Turned on was exactly what both of them were as the song continued to play and seduce them in a freakish 70's way.
<I'm here to do whatever I can.
Be it early morning, late afternoon.
Or at midnight. it's never too soon>Natalie mumbled something about finishing the unpacking, but her words were cut off by his tongue. The lyrics of the song enticed them to tear off their inhibitions and make love right there on the floor!
<To want to take you, to want to hold you.
I want to give my all, all to you.>LaCroix's tongue invaded her mouth, licking and sucking on her own tongue. He trailed along the edges of her front teeth, eliciting a small moan from Natalie.
<And I want you to completely understand.
Wherever I'm at, wherever I am,
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man.>Natalie felt herself melting against him as he kissed her, wanting more as each second passed.
<Turn me on!
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man.
I'll do what you want.>LaCroix guided her beneath himself to the ground, never breaking contact with her. He removed his hand from her sweats as they slowly fell to the ground. He cushioned her head, as it contacted with the floor, against his hand. His other hand roamed across her body, pushing past her shirt and up until he felt her breasts. He stroked her slowly and undid the front clasp of her bra with his thumb and forefinger.
Natalie groaned against him as his fingers found her hard nipple and began to pinch it. She writhed with disappointment as his lips left hers. Her feelings were unfounded though as he began to kiss his way down. He
trailed soft kisses across her cheekbone, down her neck; stopping only to lick the throbbing artery that pulsed with her life's blood. He kissed the same spot and moved to the hollow of her neck. His hand reached from under her shirt and tugged several times until the fabric tore straight down the center. She winced as he pulled on her shirt, but smiled when she was freed for him to see.LaCroix watched her expressions as they flitted across her face. Her eyes didn't open, but he could see by the smile on her lips that she was enjoying herself. He kissed each rosy nub, speaking quietly as he did so. "Your breasts are exquisite, my dear. I always knew they would be."
Natalie, still keeping her eyes closed to fully enjoy the moment, asked breathlessly, "Have you thought of me before now?"
He slowly licked her abdomen. He could smell her arousal and wanted to taste her wet core. "Many times before now. Many, many times before." He pulled her pants down to her ankles and delved into her secret place.
Natalie arched against him as his tongue darted inside, licking her and nibbling at her clit. He was masterful in his actions; no doubt from hundreds of years of making love to other women. She cried with pleasure when his tongue penetrated her, her hands reaching down for something to hold on to. She had never before been more happy to have chosen plush carpeting as it was the only thing for her to grab. Her legs wrapped around him as he brought her to orgasm with his licking and sucking.
LaCroix smiled and wiped his mouth and smiled. He moved back up and took her wrists in one of his hands. She whimpered and begged to be free, but he ignored her. He reached down and undid the buckle of his pants, pulled down the zipper and pushed the trousers down past his cheeks. He grasped his penis in his hand and stroked it.
Natalie tried to wiggle her hands free of his hold, but her will wasn't that strong. For the first time in her life, she reveled in the feeling of helplessness. She opened her eyes slightly and grinned. She had always thought that Lucien LaCroix wouldn't wear any underwear. Now she had proof!
LaCroix let go of her hands and guided himself into her. He groaned as her slick, wet sex enveloped him.
Natalie moaned and gasped, one after the other, as he entered her. Her back pushed up involuntarily, pressing her naked chest against his clothed one.
He moved within her slowly at first, stroking his manhood into her as he built his rhythm. His need for her built as well, and his fangs began to drop as he felt his orgasm starting.
Natalie reached up and dug her nails into his back. She moved with him, her breathing becoming labored as her body began to rock.
LaCroix groaned and began to thrust into her forcefully. His eyes opened momentarily, just fast enough to see Natalie's head toss and turn to the side. His fangs dropped completely as the side of her neck became exposed. His climax started just as he lost control of his bloodlust. He had never lost control before, but his resolve dissipated as the vein in her neck called out to him. He plunged his fangs into her soft flesh and drank of her.
Natalie had never before experienced an orgasm as she did when he began to feed off of her. LaCroix's life flooded through her, the traumas as well as the tortures. Her body shook as if she were a victim of epilepsy,
each limb flailing with their shared memories.LaCroix pulled his fangs from her before he could share her vision of love that she had for Nick. His lust was overruled by his need to contain his jealousy. He didn't want to drain her, yet he didn't want to leave her to his son either. He thrust several more times, his blood mixed cum filling her until every drop was gone from his body. He rolled off of her and fell to the ground, exhausted from his fight to control the beast.
Natalie felt the darkness taking her into its arms as she began to descend from the summit of their lovemaking. The last thing she felt was his body moving from hers before her world went black.
Lucien watched her as she fell into a weakened slumber. He stood up and pulled his pants back on, regretting what had just happened. Before he left her, Lucien knelt back on the floor and brushed a hair from her cheek. He felt her pulse and decided that she would be extremely tired, but the strong beating from her veins assured him she would recover. He stood again and walked to the door. Just as he opened it, his hand on the brass doorknob, he turned and whispered, "I love you Natalie Lambert."
The End
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