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Disclaimers: Here is a small slice of 'what if' named for one song,
inspired by another, with a phrase shamelessly borrowed from LK and
utilized to fit my nefarious purposes. Nick and Nat do not belong to me
and this little bit of dark fantasy is not meant to infringe on any
For the Amie, with much love and admiration.
Permission granted to archive at www.fkfanfic.com, the ftp site and the DNN
archives. Anyone else, please ask. Comments always welcome at
~I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camero's hood... pearl jam
A small breeze swept off the lake, playing with Natalie's hair.
Moon-kissed auburn strands played veil across the upturned heartshaped
face. Her eyes were closed and Nick watched captivated by her mortal
beauty, as she took a deep breath, inhaling the night's scents.
She glowed to his vampiric senses. Intoxicating. A pulsing heat, ever
changing energy that tempted and beseeched him. He leaned back against the
hood of the Caddy, drinking in the sight of her as she turned, opening her
eyes, and smiled at him.
A smile brighter than the often longed for sun. He held out his hand and
she took it. There was no hesitation as she stepped closer, and he
marveled at her.
She came willingly into his arms and he brushed back the hair from her
face, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. Her mouth parted
invitingly, and it was an instinctive part of him that answered her shudder
of delight with a low growl, crushing her to him, his lips skillfully
demanding her warm surrender.
He drew back when he tasted blood. Her blood. Her lip, sliced by his
fangs. His eyes glowed, smoldering amber, fixated on the dark droplet
forming on her lower lip. He licked his fangs as he tore his gaze away
from the pulsing warmth, looking into her eyes.
He marveled at her.
He breathed in wonderment, of her love for him. The scent of her washed
over his senses and his voice was rough, with the beast, with emotion, as
"I'm not afraid," she answered, smiling, drawing closer. Her fingers left
trails of fire as she traced along his jawline and he leaned into her hand.
She touched her lips to his and he could taste her. Taste her love as she
"Not afraid, as long as I can spend it with you."
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