AFTER LAST KNIGHT
ACT I
"Damn you, Nicholas!" Lacroix muttered once again as he stood over his son,
his friend, slumped over the deceased Natalie Lambert with a stake in his
back. "Did you find the light, dear Nicholas? Did it appear to you with all
its radiance and warmth? Did you have faith enough to find your Natalie?
Was she there waiting with open arms to greet you? Or," he sneered, "did
you find the burning flames of damnation that will keep you for all
eternity?"
He continued to stand over the bodies. "Oh, my child, my son. If I only
could have found the right words to have kept you here with me. " He looked
around the room. "They're all gone now . . . all my children. You,
Nicholas, I will miss the most."
For a fleeting moment, anyone seeing him would have sworn there were tears
in the grief-stricken vampire's eyes. He would have denied it, of course,
but they were there just the same. Regaining control of himself, he looked
around Nick's apartment once more. "Looks as if I have some cleaning to
do," he said aloud to the room, then set upon the unpleasant task of
tidying up the place.
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The threat of snow hung in the air of the cold Toronto morning. There still
was much time before the sun would rise as Lacroix landed in front of the
Raven. It would be his last in this city. Lacroix let himself into the
club. It was nothing but an empty shell.
Crates and boxes were lined up, ready for the movers in the morning. He had
left implicit instructions for their removal and storage with a trusted
friend. He planned to spend the day in the basement of the Raven and then
depart for places unknown at sundown. It was not unusual that he had no
destination in mind. Often, he'd left it to chance as to where that place
might be. It worked out better that way. He had considered Paris, but then,
Paris wouldn't be the same without his Nicholas or Janette. Singapore?
Sydney? San Francisco? It didn't matter. The possibilities were endless. He
only knew he had overstayed his time here in Toronto, and the sooner he
left the better.
He searched through the crates for the one with Janette's private stock
label. Locating the wooden box, he ripped off the lid as if it were paper
and pulled out a green
bottle. It was one of Janette's best. liquid. He felt an exhaustion he hadn't remembered feeling
in a long time. The door to the Raven began to open, the squeak of the hinge audible only
to the likes of Lacroix. He started for the door and called out, "We are no longer open for
business." He was in no mood for company. The figure in the threshold staggered in a
few steps and paused, letting the heavy door close silently behind him. Lacroix was a little
more than annoyed. He neared the unknown intruder, who was clutching the wall. "I told
you, we were closed." There was something familiar about this one. A barely perceptible
moan came from the darkness just before its owner pitched forward toward Lacroix.
Reflexively, Lacroix caught the body just before it hit the floor. In the dim light, Lacroix
recognized the weak and dirty body in his arms as the young Spaniard, Javier Vachon. He
was covered in dirt; mud caked in his hair and under his fingernails. "Well, well, what have
we here?" Lacroix asked as he lifted Vachon to his feet and led him to a corner
booth. "Hungry . . ., I need . . . " gasped the weakened vampire. His brown eyes
pleaded with Lacroix, "Help me." Lacroix was already pulling bottles from the open crate.
He opened one of the green containers as he crossed the room and offered it to Vachon.
Realizing he was too weak even to attempt to drink from it, Lacroix tipped the bottle to the
ashen lips and allowed the liquid to flow slowly into Vachon's waiting mouth. Vachon
let the warm fluid run down his parched throat. After all he had been through, these last few
minutes felt as if they truly were going to be his last. As he grew stronger, he began to
greedily suck the sustenance he needed. The first bottle was empty, and Lacroix offered him
the second. The bottle was the heaviest thing Vachon had ever lifted, but it grew lighter
and lighter with each swallow. "I never thought I'd make it here before sunrise," he
told Lacroix with a hoarse voice as he accepted the third bottle. His hunger was finally fading
as he finished it. "Thanks," he said weakly and leaned his head against the bench
wall. Lacroix stared at him in silence. End Act 1
After Last Knight part Two
After Last Knight part Three
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