Subject: Nothing Like You've Ever Known (1/1) From: April French Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2003 10:36:48 -0800 To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU X-UIDL: d70c4873ffc887bf0070e798d1491828 X-Mozilla-Status: 0001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00000000 Return-path: Envelope-to: stephke@IGLOU.COM Delivery-date: Wed, 12 Nov 2003 13:39:57 -0500 Received: from [128.118.141.59] (helo=f05n16.cac.psu.edu) by iglou.com with esmtp (8.12.5/8.12.5) id 1AJzuG-0002zW-AM for stephke@IGLOU.COM; Wed, 12 Nov 2003 13:39:56 -0500 Received: from f05n16 (f05s16.cac.psu.edu [128.118.141.59]) by f05n16.cac.psu.edu (8.9.3p2.1/8.9.3) with ESMTP id NAA53748; Wed, 12 Nov 2003 13:36:56 -0500 Message-ID: <200311121836.NAA53748@f05n16.cac.psu.edu> Reply-To: April French Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories X-Foreign-Sender: 128.118.141.59 X-UIDL: d70c4873ffc887bf0070e798d1491828 Status: O Nothing Like You've Ever Known By April French Author's Note: Inspired by a song off Michael Crawford's "Sings Andrew Lloyd Webber" album and written in an hour and a half during my Western Art class (while the prof talked about Pompeii). Nothing Like You've Ever Known (1/1) Toronto: February 15th, 1995 "... long withered, and gone." Like a man who has lost his last hope, LaCroix crushed the white rose within his fingers. The cool absence of the petals' texture and the delicate fragrance released by the death of the rose chilled him to the bone. Words failed the vampire. His hands suddenly shaking, he turned off the microphone, threw on his coat, and left the station in an unseemly hurry. Nothing like you've ever known That's the life I thought that I was gonna show you The back door of the building slammed shut with a steely bang! behind him. LaCroix leaned against the brick, drawing slow, invisible breaths and exhaling deliberately. A mortal's breath would have condensed in the cold night air. Straightening, LaCroix took a few steps forward, with some vague thought of taking to the air. The solid, soft tap of his shoes on the pavement gave him a measure of reassurance, and abandoning the idea of flight, he began to walk. You and I had just begun That's one happy ever after that I owe you Not for the first time in his long, lingering life, he wished he didn't have to put up with suck tawdry things as emotions. Like would be so much simpler. So much more... He couldn't think. He could feel--so deeply it was choking him--but he could not think. He hated it when emotions got in the way of good, clear judgment. But although he tried to be a god among his people--a god to his children--he was still a corporeal being. Subject to the whims of the heart. Could've sworn we'd've made the perfect pair Your heart was on fire when the dream was new Mine was too... LaCroix skirted a cluster of homeless people, shying away from the warmth of their bodies and their trash fire. And yet... and yet if giving up feeling meant giving up his memories of her, then the price was too high. Nothing like I've ever known Thought that you would be my last not just my first love It was a maniacal kind of trap that LaCroix had locked himself into: if given the chance, he would give up every known emotion, but not if it meant relinquishing all his memories of Fleur; yet was the one who had unleashed this torrent of feeling in him in the first place. If only I'd known, LaCroix thought darkly to himself. Damn this foul mechanism of hindsight. In hindsight, he missed her. We were both expecting more How I miss those early days of unrehearsed love In hindsight, he loved her. LaCroix had no clear notion of where he was walking; his feet seemed to be following their own path. He kept his hands in his pockets and his head down. In hindsight, he had been a fool to allow Nicholas to take her away. How did we ever let a moment pass? If I live a thousand years it still will be New to me Finally coming to a stop, LaCroix lifted a heavy head to take in his surroundings. He recognized this place. The pebbled path, the stone wall, the bare, lonely tree in an open courtyard that allowed for a clear view of the night sky. Nothing like we've ever known Wonder where you are and what on earth you do there As he had done a few nights before, LaCroix watched Natalie Lambert through her living room window. But this time, she was alone. "As are well all, my dear," LaCroix murmured. He glanced up at the stars, and then clamped his eyes shut against the pain. Since then I've known many loves But each time I close my eyes I still see you there... Turning, LaCroix slowly made his way home. ~Finis--November 11th, 2003~ April French daomir_darkfell@yahoo.com ===== ~Knightwalker: Forever Knight Fan Fiction -- http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/fkficindex.html ~The Corvina: Original Fiction, Poetry and Fan Fiction -- http://www.geocities.com/runeshard/index.html "The Devil and I had a chat this morning..." -- Charles Baudelaire __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree