Subject: Morning After... (1/1) Date: Mon, 2 Aug 1999 18:19:49 -0700 From: Cousin Tiff Organization: ChickMail (http://www.chickmail.com:80) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Okay, that's it. This story proves it. I've got to stop having all those weird Forever Knight dreams. Okay, this is the sequel to "Pachisi with the Dark Trinity." I don't think this'll make any sense if you don't read the that first. Then again, it might. Give it a try. You never know. If you don't have it, and would like to read the first installment, email me at gugenhoffen@chickmail.com I'll send you a copy. Boring disclaimer stuff: I don't own Forever Knight or any of the character therein -- yet. When I do, there will be many spin-off educational specials, including "Unsensible Shoes and other Fads of Ancient Rome with Lucien LaCroix" and "Open Heart Bullet Removal with your host Dr. Natalie Lambert" Permission for to archive at the Fanfic and FTP sites. ------------------------- "Morning After... Er, Uh, Evening After" (Can't get used to this Night Shift gig) By *Evil* Cousin Tiff Tiff woke up not really remember what had transpired earlier that day. She walked out of her bedroom looking like she really did just wake up, to find two vampires sitting on her couch playing with her cats Squeegee and El Guapo. The game of Pachisi lasted longer than any of them thought, and the trio had to spend the day. "Argh! --Oh, wait, I forgot about you guys for a sec." "Not a problem, I used to do that too, when Nick would spend the night over at my place," Nat commented, playfully toying with one of Cousin Tiff's kittens. "You're not going to eat them are you? I happen to like my cats." "No! I'm not that kind of vampire." "Okay, just checking. Because one time I invited Screed over, and he almost ate poor Squeegee. Luckily Vach and Trace stopped him in time. You don't even want to know what happened to all my pet mice..." Tiff trailed off remembering the awful site of her sweet squeaky mice and what Screed did to them. "I'll tell you one thing. Screed isn't allowed over anymore." "Sounds fare enough," LaCroix commented. He watched as the young lady walked into the kitchen. "Hey, where did Nick go... Nicholas B. Knight that had better be Earl Grey in my favorite mug!" Nat and LaCroix heard her yell. Neither of them could actually see what was happening, but they knew exactly what was going on. "Eeeeewwwww! Now I can't drink out of that mug anymore." Tiff continued walking back into her living room. She walked past Natalie and LaCroix who were still playing with the girl's cats, as if they were ignoring what was going on. Nick walked in hold a white coffee mug that said "I Spent Two Weeks at Survival Camp with 258 Seventh Graders and All I got was this Lousy Coffee Mug 1993." "I'm sorry Tiff. I didn't know that it was your favorite mug," Nick stated trying to make amends with his host. Tiff continued to walk around her apartment, picking things up. Cleaning up the Pachisi board and it's pieces. "No, you knew. You're just trying to get back at me for making you bring Natalie across aren't you?" "What would make you say that?" "I don't see Nunkies or Natalie drinking blood out of any of the other coffee mugs. They use the glasses I set aside for that very purpose." "I really didn't know--" "--yeah, and I didn't enjoy seeing Nunkies in the toga." 'Where did I put *that toga*?!? I've got to get it framed now.' Cousin Tiff continued in her mind. "Now my *I Spent Two Weeks at Survival Camp with 258 Seventh Graders and All I got was this Lousy Coffee Mug* coffee mug is ruined, and I'll never be able to drink from it knowing that blood was in it." "You could always go to survival camp again." "Are you kidding? That trip was a nightmare, besides, I was in seventh grade at the time. And I don't think the people at the camp ever want to see me ever again after the Preparation H incident." "Oh, sorry." Natalie and LaCroix chose to remain out of this conversation. It was just too interesting, hearing the odd stories that Cousin Tiff would tell about her childhood. Nick smiled intently to himself after Tiff went into her bedroom to change. Not only had he snagged the toga his master wore earlier that day and had it well hidden, but he had also got his revenge for the night before. Now about tarnishing Tiff's other possessions... Cousin Tiff knew what Nick was doing. She knew that he knew that was her favorite mug. He'd been over and heard her tell the story before. But now, how could she make Nick suffer her wrath. After al, Hell hath no fury like an Addict scorned. 'Where the Hell did I put that toga?!?' The End? ------------------------- I think this may turn into a small series of stories. There will definitely be a third part coming soon. Questions? Comments? An extra big terrarium for my iguana? Email me: gugenhoffen@chickmail.com --- *EVIL* Cousin Tiff :^P (ICQ# 21389965, AOL IM-"Willow042" -- say hi) *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. ***********************************