No infringement of any ones rights intended.  I'm
just borrowing these characters for this fanfic. Thank
you to KC Smith for the Beta work on this story.
permission to archeive this in Jadfe and any other
list, just let me know.

Natalie came from the bathroom, rubbing her hair with
a towel to take most of the water from it.  She
stopped short when she realized she was not alone.

LaCroix stood near the bedroom door that led to her
balcony.  He was immaculately dressed.  The curtain
billowed up around him.

Natalie gasped, but her voice was steady. "What do
you want?"  She threw the towel on the bed and the
long damp strands of hair fell around her
shoulders.

His eyes raked over her body.  "I want you."  He
said in a low,dangerous whisper.

Natalie felt her body shake with fear and
excitement.  She turned away and went to sit on her
dressing table bench,picking up a brush and
beginning to brush her hair.  She could see that He
was still watching her.

"That's absurd, I don't want YOU." She met his
eyes in the mirror.

He came close now, his hand reaching out to touch
her damp hair and it ran gently over the length of her
hair. "I can be very gentle."

"Till Death do us Part."  She said, sarcastically.

"No one needs to die here."

"I do not want to be brought across, LaCroix."

He reached for her hand and took the brush from
her fingers. "I can make love to you without death, or
changing you."  He started to comb her hair.

Natalie stared at his reflection. "But Nick said"

"Nicholas is young I am very old and know a lot of
things he does not. It can be done."

"Why me?"  She closed her eyes now, letting him
brush her hair.  His voice seemed to lull her into a
sense of safety.

"He treats you like a pawn.  He doles out bits of
affection to string you along.  Yet at this moment he
lies with Janette."

Natalie stiffened. "I know."  She admitted in a
whisper, squeezing her eyes tightly against the truth.

"You knew!"  His hand froze.

She looked into the eyes of his reflection. She saw
his surprise and then it seemed to turn to admiration.

"You are a strong woman, Natalie.  I have watched
you these last years. You meet my kind head on,
without fear.  You barely startled when you found
me here tonight." He began to brush her hair again,
smoothing it down as he went with his other hand.

"I ask you again, why me, LaCroix?  You can have
any woman you want. Do you want to throw this back in
Nick's face?"

Natalie's hair was now in soft, thick curls around
her shoulders. LaCroix continued to stroke her hair.
"I want to show you that you can be cherished.
I want you to know that you are desired."  He took
her hand now and turned her, drawing her to her feet.
He bent his head capturing her lips; kissing her as he

slipped his arms around her body, drawing her
against him.

Natalie tried to draw back a moment and then let him
kiss her deeply. She wanted, no, she NEEDED to
be wanted; to be made love to. Years of
denied passion bubbled to the forefront as she
slipped her arms around his shoulders and held on
tightly.

He suddenly pushed her away and held her at arms
length.  "You must allow me to take the initiative.  I
need to be in charge.  I need to be able to
control the beast.  Aggression, even in the heat of
passion, can bring it forth.  Can you do this,
Natalie?"

She stood, feeling his fingers biting into her arms.
She nodded. "I can do it."

"Good."  He now stepped back and took his jacket
off, and laid it over a chair.  He kicked off his
shoes and pulled his socks off, then he undid his belt

and placed it with the jacket. He unbuttoned his
shirt and pulled the tails from his pants, before he
stepped forward and held out his arms "I have
to leave some of the fun up to you."  He smiled.

She stepped forward and undid the row of buttons
then leaned in,kissing the cool flesh of his chest. He
caressed her cheek as she kissed him. He drew the
strap of her gown down from her shoulder and kissed
her shoulder, then her chest.  His hands caressed her
body through the soft silk material of her gown. She
pressed herself into his hand enjoying his touch.  He
was so gentle. She loved the taste of his mouth and
the way his tongue caressed hers.  She ran her hands
over his bare chest, and then pushed the shirt off
his shoulders. Capturing a nipple as she tossed the
shirt aside, she was surprised to hear him moan with
pleasure.

He slipped his hands down her sides to her hips and
gathered the material of her gown in his hands and
with a quick movement,drew the gown up and over her
head.  She pressed herself against him a bit
self-consciously.  He gently pushed her back. "Let me
look at you." He whispered. His eyes caressed
her as he stood back and looked at her.  He then held
his arms out and he came close again.  "You are
beautiful, Natalie."  He said, caressing a breast.

She looked up into his face and saw his pleasure in
her, and she felt so cared for. "I want to see you,
Lucien."  She tugged at the fastenings of his
pants, then slowly undid the zipper.  She slid her
hands into the waist of his pants and back around to
squeeze his buttocks. She glanced at his face and
saw him close his eyes and throw his head back.  He
was enjoying her touch. It spurred her on.  She pushed
his pants down over his hips and they dropped
to the floor in a soft swish.  He stood there only
in shiny Speedos. "Why Lucien, you surprise me.  I
thought you might be a boxer man."

"And deprive you of this amazing sight?" He chuckled.

Natalie laughed, pleased with his teasing and the
sound of his pleasure.

She dropped to her knees and slid her hands up his
legs.  There was a thick white hair covering them.
She laid her cheek against him and felt the thick
rigid member beneath the smooth fabric. She looked
up at him and found he'd crossed his arms and closed
his eyes.  He was allowing her to do as
she pleased. She pulled on the Speedos and released
the pent up shaft.

She caressed him with her fingers, palms and tongue,
finally reaching the tip and running her tongue along
the thick head dipping
into the folds.

"Natalie!" He groaned.

She sucked on the tip only a few moments, before he
dipped and brought her to her feet.  She saw that his
eyes had gone amber and he closed them and
fought with himself for a moment.

When he opened them again they were icy blue.  "You
must let me take over now."  He bent, picked her up
and carried her to the bed.  He laid her
down, then got onto the end of the bed.  He took her
feet and guided them up
toward her buttocks and spread her legs.  He ran his
hands from her knees down to her inner thighs.  She
squeezed her eyes shut,embarrassed, but so thrilled
with his touch.  She gasped as his lips kissed down
one side and then the other.   Then his fingers parted
her folds and dipped in.  She was wet with desire and
cried out with pleasure, thrusting herself against his
fingers, her fingers digging into the bed sheets.
Then he dipped his cold tongue into her fiery warmth
and she sighed with pleasure.  His hands ran down the
outsides of her legs and then cupped her buttocks and
drew her up.  She buried her hands into the short
stubbles of hair on his head and urged him deeper.
He thrust his tongue in and drank in her juices.  He
sucked on her clitoris until she screamed in orgasm
against his mouth. As she cried out, he moved
quickly, thrusting himself deeply into her and
feeling the last of her orgasm as he covered her mouth
with a deep kiss.

He then started to move in and out, thrusting
gently. Natalie arched her back to allow him access to
tease and suck on her breasts as he drew back.
He was very slow and very deliberate, nearly
withdrawing, and then thrusting hard and deep.  She
wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs
around his thighs and held on, mewing with pleasure.

His rhythm increased and he threw his head high. "I
must take a little of your blood.  I promise it won't
be much."  He whispered, panting with emotion.

She smiled into his face and turned to bare
her neck. "Take me,Lucien."

He bent and very slowly and gently licked at the
large artery, then deftly planted his fangs into the
soft flesh of her neck as he thrust hard and
deep.

Natalie felt herself come just as Lucien did, and
she saw him and felt him and was a part of him.  She
didn't see his past crimes against humanity.

What she saw, was all the times he had watched her
with Nick and had regretted that his son was taking
advantage of her.  She saw and felt how much he
cared for her and that he possibly loved her, but had
not yet admitted it to
himself.

She was beautiful and desirable in his eyes, and as
his seed pumped into her body she orgasmed again, and
cried out his name and clung to him.  She felt
him withdraw from her neck and lick the wounds.  She
regretted his having to separate himself from her.
The oneness she had felt was so much, so amazing, she
wished it could have gone on and on.
 
He kissed her once and then was gone, and she saw
him across the room pulling a bottle of blood wine
into the room from the balcony, and gulping down
the contents, then another.  He then came and climbed
into the bed and drew her close to his body, entwining
his legs with hers.

"That was incredible." They both said in union, then
they laughed and kissed. Lucien caressed her breasts,
not having given them much attention earlier.

She became so drowsy from loss of blood and such
contentment, she snuggled against him and let him hold
her.  "I want you to bring me across." She
whispered.  "I want to stay with you forever."

He smiled against her forehead as he pressed his
lips there. "We will talk about it when you are
recovered.  Let's sleep now." They slipped into a
deep content sleep.

There were decisions to make and confrontations with
Nick, but for now there was a contentment neither had
known in a very long time, and a peace seemed to
enfold them as they slept.

The end.