Mel, I got your Christmas request and I would like for you to archive it on your wonderful FKfic page. Nancy, this is for you because of your enjoyment of Vachon. This is a laughter and comic relief story. This story is part of a collection of FK Christmas stories. Put them all together to equal one big Christmas! WARNING!!! Do *not* read while eating or drinking. I don't need people choking because of my silliness. Anyone has permission to archive anything I write, but please e-mail me first and let me know. WARNING!!! this has not been beta read. Enjoy! Happy Holidays!!! Belling the Vampire, Vachon. by: Marie Respond to: MDNTRS@aol.com ********* "Geeze, Vachon! Stop doing that to me!" Tracy scolded. Vachon had snuck up behind Tracy once more and had suceeded in scaring the crap out of her. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. It's too fun!" He smirked in his sexy, quirky way. There were many positive things about being a vampire and sneaking up on a mortal and scaring the crap out of them was one of them. "Vachon, have you ever heard of the story 'Belling the Cat'?" Tracy asked and Vachon shook his head. "Well, it's about a little group of mice that a cat keeps sneaking up on and scaring them. They decide to bell the cat and put a bell around it's neck so it can't sneak up on the unsuspecting mort...er, mice." "Yea, so?" "So, I'm gonna change the story to 'Belling Vachon' or 'Belling the Vampire', real soon." Tracy joked and chukkled to herself. Vachon sat there with a quizical look plastered on his face. (In other words, 'Blink, blink'.) "What I mean is that I'm gonna put a bell around your neck so you can't sneak up on me anymore!" "Ooohhhh, I get it." Vachon said and Tracy smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Yeah, Vachon. Hey, maybe I could get a big cow bell instead of a normal bell. I'll attach it to your ankle too so that everytime you walk, you jingle." "No! No cow bells! Nick will think I'm one of his specialties and come after me!" Vachon griped. Tracy couldn't hold it in anymore and she burst out laughing. She fell over and onto the couch, clutching at her sides. "Vachon, you're too much for me sometimes! But I think he'd know who you were. On the other hand, if I glued you into a cow costume, then maybe..." She burst into laughter again and started crying because of laughing so hard. Vachon thought while he hid his face in his hands, laughing as well. They stoped laughing, looked up at eachother, and burst out laughing again. Vachon tumbled onto the couch next to Tracy and they held onto eachother while still laughing. "Hey, Trace, do you think that if we glued Nick into a cow suit, he'd try to bite himself thinking he was lunch?" Vachon managed to say while gasping for air. The comment didn't help much for their breathing, since all they did is laugh more, which was utterly(no pun intended) impossible, but they managed to do. After a few minutes they calmed down enough to regain their normal breathing when they turned to face eachother and both said in unison, "Moo". They started all over again. Fifteen minutes later they were laughed out and asleep in eachother's arms. ******the end****** Sorry about the glued cow suit and bell. Those who were part of or read FKfic war 7 know what I'm talking about, those who don't, go check out Bonnie's great Vachon page. Happy Holidays!!!