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Lacroix/Tracy

Raven's Fire 01/02
By Laura K. Griffin


The Raven. It seemed like she'd been putting in an awful lot of hours at
the dark night club. She found it strangely relaxing. Even with the
constant beat of the music, the crowds, and the dangerous feel of the
atmosphere, the Raven was becoming more like a haven with each visit.

"Detective Vetter, it's nice to see you this evening. The usual?" The
bartender was already pouring her favorite cognac into a warmed brandy
snifter as he greeted her.

"Yes, thanks." Tracy took her leather coat off and set it on the empty
barstool next to hers. 'Where everybody knows your name,' she thought to
herself as her drink was set before her. 'Well, it's nice to be known,'
she decided as she sniffed the warm cognac and took the first sip. It
warmed her, and she closed her eyes to shut out the rest of the world as
the liquid began its soothing descent.

"You look a little tired, Miss Vetter." A voice as soothing as the
cognac came from behind her, and she turned to look at its owner. Pale
blue eyes met her own, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Or two.

"I am a little beat, Mr. Lacroix. Thought I might come in here and relax
a bit before heading home." She tried to smile but found it a little
forced. The man intimidated her a bit. She'd seen him lurking in the
shadows on more than one occasion since she'd first started coming to
the Raven, but she'd had very little contact with him. There was
something about him...

"Tough day at the office?" His cynical tone raised the hairs on the back
of her neck, and she immediately became defensive.

"As a matter of fact...no. Things have been relatively quiet at the
precinct, and I've been spending most of my shifts doing paperwork. I
think that's more exhausting than doing the legwork on a homocide."

"Really." His eyes seemed a little sinister when he spoke, and she
wondered if it was the lighting in the bar...or the fact that he *was*
sinister. 

An involuntary tingle erupted in her body at the mere thought.'Good
gods, Tracy...get a hold of yourself,' she thought to herself as she
suddenly pictured all the bad boys she'd been attracted to from her
earliest memories. She blushed as she remembered having a crush on the
Fonz. And the Riddler. And Khan Noonian Singh.

"It's so refreshing to see a young woman blush these days. I don't
suppose you'd like to tell me what the impetus was behind it." He
removed her coat from the barstool and sat down in its place. He handed
the coat to the bartender, who took it without a word.

"I don't think I know you well enough for that," she answered with a
flirtatious smirk. 'Tracy!! What the hell are you doing!' she bellowed
inwardly, but as she took another look at the tall, attractive man
sitting next to her, she decided to ignore her conservative, nagging
inner voice.

"Then I suppose we have a choice: we can get to know each other better,
or I can go on wondering what thoughts create such a beautiful glow on
your countenance."

"A little mystery is good for the soul," she countered.

"Interesting thought." Lacroix watched her as she took another small sip
from her glass. He knew she was Nicholas' partner and Vachon's friend.
He really knew very little else about her other than the fact that she
was attractive, single, and knew of the existance of vampires. It was
all very intriguing.  "I was about to go out for a walk. Would you care
to join me?"

"I just got here."

"Yes, I know, but I'd enjoy your company."

"I suppose the drink will wait," she said as she extended her hand out
to the bartender. He handed the coat to her with a slight smile. Lacroix
stood and took the jacket from her and then held it as she slipped her
arms inside. 'Tracy!' the voice inside her head continued to harangue
her. She suddenly noticed the voice sounded a lot like her mother's. She
instantly decided to ignore it. "Lead on!" He turned and walked towards
the back of the club, and she followed as he made his way through the
crowds, the back room, and to a back door leading to a dark alley. 'If
he's trying to add to the sinister thing, he's doing a damn fine job!'

"It's not to cold out for you, is it, Miss Vetter?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How about you? You're the one without a jacket."

"Your company warms me, and the cool air is invigorating."

"You're good at the flattery game," Tracy said as she matched his swift
pace.

"You inspire words of tribute." They continued the walk in silence as he
navigated the streets. He had a curious way of finding the shadowy roads
and alleys; places where the street lights didn't flood every nook and
cranny. When Tracy looked upward, she saw the night was clear and stars
glistened through the dark skies.

"Do you take this walk often?" Tracy asked after they'd been walking a
seemingly pre-determined course for nearly half an hour.

"Almost every evening. I enjoy the silence after being in the club for
hours on end. It also gives me an opportunity to ruminate on subject
material for my show."

"Nightwatch with the NightCrawler. Actually...I'm sort of a fan." She
grinned in the darkness and was grateful that he couldn't see the red
flush on her cheeks.

"Are you? I didn't think you'd have much of a chance to listen to the
show as a detective on the night shift." Of course, he was very aware
that Nicholas listened to the broadcast frequently while driving the
streets in his prized caddy.

"I'm in the car when you're on, and if I'm not...I have a friend of mine
record the show for me so that I can listen to it after hours. I have
quite a collection!  You have an interesting point of view on things
that I can relate to."

This revelation did come as a surprise to him, and he stopped walking.
"I had no idea. I'm quite flattered."

"Turn about is fair play."

"I'm not certain I want to play fair." This time when she looked at him,
she noticed a certain hunger in his features. Again the tingle shot
through her, and she found herself blushing again. He stepped toward
her, and she stepped backward...finding herself against a brick wall. He
took the opportunity to kiss her, and she responded by wrapping her arms
around her and welcoming the unexpected intimacy. His lips were soft,
but the kiss was almost brutal. Tracy reveled in the wanton sensations
his touch was evoking. 

Her breath was ragged and her heart was beating wildly when he stepped
back to allow her a bit of air. "You're right. Fair play is over-rated."
Tracy looked at Lacroix and made an instant decision. "Care to continue
this conversation at my place?"

"I'd be delighted," he whispered and then kissed her again before she
could change her mind. 

*End of Part 01/02
*Well...I think it's going to end in two parts. If not...well maybe
there will be an epilogue. Or a part 3. Dunno yet!

Comments, questions, and Lacroix should be sent to
miltonsfire@pronet.net
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Disclaimers in part 01/02.

 Hey look!! I actually finished it after all!!
This really is the last part. No 3rd, no epilogue.
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Raven's Fire 02/02
By Laura K. Griffin
March 1999

The drive to Tracy's apartment was quick...mainly because Tracy had a
hard time controlling her lead foot. The excitement at what was
happening overwhelming, and she was anxious to continue things as soon
as possible. Lacroix sat beside her in the passenger seat of her Taurus,
smiling thinly and anticipating their arrival.  They pulled into her
complex, parked the car, and walked quickly to the door where she
fumbled for her key in the darkness and then let them inside. As soon as
the door closed behind them, Lacroix was kissing her again, running his
hands down to the small of her back. They never made it into the
bedroom.

Lacroix unbuttoned the blouse that she was wearing and slipped it off of
her shoulders, then deftly removed the black lace bra. He stepped back
and
admired her body and then placed his hands on her shoulders, gently
suggesting that she sit down on the floor. She complied, and he joined
her after removing his own shirt. He pulled her into his embrace,
enjoying the feeling of flesh against flesh as they made their way into
position to lay side by side. Lacroix then moved over her body, and
began kissing her hair, her ears, her lips, and moved down to nibble her
neck. She gasped passionately as his lips and teeth caressed her
throat.  He seemed to know just how raw her nerve endings were there and
how much it made her desire for him increase. Involuntarily -- but not
unpleasantly -- she bucked her hips to his, wantonly rubbing her sex
against his own. They were both still encased in trousers, but Tracy
became very aware of the hardness behind the cloth covering his groin.
She ground her hips into his as he kissed her way down to her breasts,
licking the small, dark pink nipples that were hard due to her arousal.
"Oh, please...," Tracy murmured from beneath him, and Lacroix looked at
her face.

"What do you want, my dear?" he asked sarcastically.

"More," Tracy whispered and then kissed him, biting his lower lip as as
he pulled away and began barraging her body with kisses, licks, and
teasing. When he got to her trousers, he ripped the button and zipper
open without care, but Tracy didn't mind, for his tongue traced the
newly exposed flesh from her belly button to the top of small panties.
He tugged the trousers and the panties off of her hips and slipped the
garments down and past her ankles, tossing the clothing aside. Running
his hands over her and inside her thighs, he then placed a cool hand on
each of her knees and spread her long legs, giving way to a delightful
spectacle.  

"Beautiful," he whispered as he moved his mouth to the swollen vulva
and  dipped his tongue into the cleft. Tracy moaned with pleasure and
anticipation, allowing him to explore her most intimate places. He moved
slowly, tasting the outside petals and then the inner folds. As he
worked his way around her, he became suddenly aroused at her engorged
clitoris and began circling it with the tip of his tongue. She thrust
her self in to his face, enjoying the attention he was lavishing on her.
She was quite aroused, and the wetness between her thighs was evident.
He moved to taste her excitement, and then went back to pay attention to
her clit. The effect dazzled her as she found her mind drowning in
sensation. Her climax sent shudders throughout her as her legs gripped
the sides of his head. Lacroix reveled in the taste of her and was very
tempted to bite into her mound...but held back with centuries of
control.

He pulled back as her body relaxed a bit, and divested himself of his
own trousers. She opened her eyes to behold his nakedness. His erection
was hard and laid flat against his abdomen. She reached up and took it
in her hand, feeling the smooth hardness and squeezing it gently. He
took that as an invitation, and laid over her, kissing her lips, and
invading her mouth with his tongue...and his fangs. They were descending
at the smell and taste of her, and one of his elongated and very sharp
teeth nicked her lip. The small amount of blood produced a wave of need,
and he moved his cock to the entrance of her wet opening. Tracy's
breathing increased as he plunged his length into her. Again, her hips
bucked to meet him; he filled her being as if it was the first time
she'd ever had sex. He felt her thought, and whispered to himself,
"almost like a virgin." His rhythm became fierce as he allowed himself
to take what he wanted, withdrawing almost completely before sheathing
himself inside her...again and again. Harshly and rapidly. Tracy moaned
and gasped with each thrust, enjoying the brutality of it all. Her inner
flesh was on fire; it was what she'd wanted for so long. She clawed at his
back, opening up the flesh with her fingernails as she reached her head up
to bite and suckle his shoulder above his clavicle.  Lacroix answered with
a deep growl of heightened excitement.  

He stopped thrusting, pulled out of her, and flipped her onto her hands and
knees. Pressing her shoulders down to floor, he entered her from behind.
Again he thrust into her completely, and Tracy discovered that she was
being filled deeper than she could have imagined possible. She growled
softly, and surrendered herself to his animalistic power. Sweat glistened
between her shoulder blades, and Lacroix leaned forward to taste her skin.
Salty and sweet, he ran his tongue up her back and then pulled her hair
into a pony tail to expose her white, slender neck. Pulling her hair as he
leaned back on his heels and forced her upright so that her back was
against his chest and she was still impaled on his cock, he turned her head
to the side and sank his teeth into the top of her shoulder. She startled a
bit but her body shook with another fierce orgasm just as Lacroix released
his own essence into her.

He pulled his mouth gently away from her pierced shoulder as he moved his
hands to cup her breasts and pinched her nipples with his forefinger and
thumb. Tracy sighed deeply with intense pleasure as she relaxed against his
body. He was still hard within her as she tightened her muscles as if to
hold him inside her forever.  "That," she whispered quietly, "was
incredible."

"Yes," he answered in a low voice. "I must agree. She turned her head and
looked at him, and he bent his head to kiss her gently.  His fangs had
withdrawn, and his eyes were a cool blue.  Tracy lifted herself off of him
but turned to face him as she slid back onto his amazingly stiff erection.
She licked his neck, kissed his jaw, his earlobe, and then made her way
back to his lips for another deep kiss. 

"I'm glad I went to the Raven tonight. Turned out to be just what I
needed." Tracy laughed lightly. "You were a very nice surprise," she said
as she reached to touch the wounds on her shoulder. 

Lacroix drew him tightly against her and flicked his tongue across the two
punctures and then suckled the light flow of blood that glistened on her
skin. "Delicious," he whispered in to her ear. 

Tracy shivered at the thought that she was playing with fire here. The sex
was incredible. The knowledge that she was impaled on a vampire's hard cock
and at his mercy produced a whirl wind of excitement and fear. She was in
danger...and enjoying it immensely.

"Have no fear, Miss Vetter. I have no plans to drain the liquid fire
running in your veins tonight. I know of other pleasures we can indulge
ourselves in for a very, long time." He bucked his hips up into her body,
reminding her that he was still primed and ready. He'd only had one orgasm,
and he planned on having more.

Tracy smiled and let the fear dissolve a bit, although her heart was still
pounding with a vibration that could match the timpani section in the
Toronto Orchestra. "I have all day, Mr. Lacroix, and the windows in this
apartment have been fixed to shut out all daylight since I work the
nightshift." She ground herself onto him and then slowly began working
herself up and down as she placed her hands on his shoulders. "And...I
think I might be taking tomorrow night off."

"Believe me, Miss Vetter. You *will* need to take a night or two off to
recover." He smile was lecherous, and his eyes began to shine a brilliant
gold as he reared up and pinned Tracy beneath his body. "At *least* two
nights to recover..."

~~fini~~

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