From emerald_@IX.NETCOM.COMTue Apr 23 10:52:29 1996 Date: Sat, 20 Apr 1996 23:45:11 -0700 From: Vickie Adams To: Multiple recipients of list FKFIC-L Subject: Last (k)Night (1/1) NO SPOILERS ! ! Okay, I'm suppose to be writing about Hamlet and Ophelia but Forever Knight just seemed like so much more fun. No Spoilers, no meaning, no spell check. VERY FUNNY (At least I think its funny ) Here's my newest take on the whole Forever Not theme. Coffee, comments, Cliff's Notes for Hamlet, to: emerald_@ix.netcom.com. Last (k)Night By Vickiann Adams The buzz of the alarm clock came much too soon. Hoping to delay the inevitable for at least another ten minutes, he rolled over and attacked the snooze button in the dark. A few minutes later, he was once again awaken. This time, instead of the alarm clock, it was the sound of his wife yelling up the stairs. "Come on! Get up! You don't want to be late to the station again do you?" Rolling out of bed, he was sure this was some kind of a sick nightmare. Four A.M.? Four A.M. ! No one should be that perky at four am. He showered quickly, dressed in his customary all black and stumbled down the stairs for breakfast. In the kitchen, he found his lovely wife pouring a large cup of coffee. Suddenly he looked at the table with disdain. "Oatmeal Crisp? Oatmeal Crisp? BUT IT'S NOT OATMEAL ! I **ALWAYS** have oatmeal for breakfast." "Honey, calm down. Try something new for a change. It was on sale and I had a coupon. You only have to eat it, I won't make you do commercials for the stuff." Sitting down against his better judgment, he began breakfast. His wife looked at his disturbed face and began to pry. " What's wrong? I know you're not this upset over a silly box of cereal. You look like my brother when our dog, Raleigh, died." "Oh boy, Tracy, you wouldn't believe the dream I had last night. I dreamt I was this two-thousand year old master vampire and your brother was my eight hundred year old angst ridden son . . ." " . . . Should I worry? You're dreaming about my brother?" " No, you were there too. You were this really perky, mindless, dingbat that acted a lot like Nick. Only you were mortal -- and perky. I think we all were in Toronto. I was fronting an alternative dance club for vampires and doing a late-night call-in radio show from the back room. It was really weird." "What did you eat before you went to bed ? Sardines and kosher pickles?" "I didn't eat anything. I watched that new Arron Spelling show again. Every time I watch it, I go to be with vampires on my brain." "From this moment on, you are only allowed to watch C-SPAN or CNN before you go to bed. Do you really think I'm a ^perky, mindless, dingbat^ ?" "No Trace, you're not mindless or a dingbat. We can debate perky when I get home from the station tonight. I've really got to get to work. Don't forget to pick up the dry- cleaning on your way to get the kids. I've got to be in court tomorrow and all my black suits are dirty." Tossing his napkin on the table. he grabbed his badge and keys off the telephone stand. He crossed the room apparently heading to kiss his wife but stopped short and grabbed the box of Oatmeal Crisp. Holding the box up at his wife, he smiled really wide. "BUT IT'S NOT OATMEAL ! !" " Go to work, you big fool." Tracy kissed her husband and began to smile as he left for the station. She was thinking to herself. __Poor Luke, his whole world is the figment of an over productive imagination.__ <>~I don't want to achieve~<>~~~~~Cousin Vickie Immortal Beloved~~~~~~~<> <> immortality through my <> <> <> work,I want to achieve <> newbie member MFW-Cavalry // PWFC <> <> it through not dying. <> <> <>~~~~~ Woody Alan~~~~~~~~~<>~~emerald_@ix.netcom.com/emeraldct@aol.com~~<>