Remember the story of Pinocchio?  Gepeto wanted a real son.  Well so does
Lacroix, but he got Nicholas instead.  Okay, so not everyone that wishes
upon a star has their wish come true, but this is as close as it gets in FK
land.

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Once upon a time there was a tall hungry vampire that was more than a
millennium in years old. Yet in all his days he never had a son to call his
own.  Yes he once had a daughter by mortal flesh, and even another female
offspring of his own creation, but it was a son that he had longed for
throughout eternity.  As the ancient being wandered with his daughter from
one small European town to another, his heart would yearn for that one
special male who would be his prodigy.

One night as he hunted the darkened empty streets of France a shooting star
crossed his path, and the vampire laughed to himself as he mused over the
superstitious notion that mortals clung to by which a star could grant a
wish.  For over a thousand years he has wished for a son, yet never did such
a request come to light. As he flew, he noticed the light from a flickering
fire as it glowed through a window and crept out into the heavy night air.
The heartbeats of many mortals could be heard even above their boisterous
laughter.  In hushed motion he flew to the source of what he expected to be
his next meal, but his desire for sustenance was suddenly diverted as he
became hopelessly intrigued by the one who sat at the head of the table.  A
mere mortal was this man, but the elder vampire knew that this human would
be the one that he could teach and make into so much more.

In great excitement, the one who called himself LaCroix, tracked down the
daughter of his blood, and forced her away from her half-drained victim de
jour.  Tonight, he would need her to lure this one of potential into the
ways of the vampire, and into what would be his rightful destiny.  For
LaCroix knew that no mortal could resist the dark beauty, Janette.  Yes, she
would be perfect to lead this crusader onto the darkened path by which they
lead their lives.

Janette groaned as her Master, half dragged her through the air towards the
smelly town.  Half a mortal was no way to satiate the desires of a hungry
vampire.  Annoyed by her father’s insistence, she vowed to herself to make
sure that the next time she fed to be certain that their link was temporally
not working, even if it would take all of her concentration.    LaCroix’s
grip on her upper arm was beginning to hurt, as he pushed her through the
entrance of the stone building and twisted her around to see the object of
his urgency.

Her mouth fell open as her heart and breathing stopped.  Not that she was
doing much of those two activities anyway, but she was enthralled by the
handsome knight that seemed unaware of their stalking presence.  With her
hunger for blood all but a memory, she turned back to LaCroix and smiled,
for she knew without asking what plans lay in store.

With a scheme to make this innocent, one of them, complete, she set out to
the large room in which the mortal’s used to dine.  Her gaze penetrated him,
not even a touch brought her pray to her waiting arms.  She seduced him and
assuredly told him that no longer would he be satisfied by anything other
than darkness.  So captured was he by her web of seduction that he failed to
take note of the evil beast that lurked in the shadows of their pleasure
filled chamber.

With the knight’s head still swirling with feelings of delight, the one
named LaCroix made his unwelcome presence known.   As confusion and anger
made the knight sit up to confront this invader, it was already too late for
any retreat.  “My son,” said the pleased uninvited visitor, and then to the
dark world was added another.

The Master vampire so proud of his new child, taught him endless lessons of
survival.  He had given to this son what he believed to be the most precious
of gifts, the present of eternity with him by his side.  After all these
year, he finally had a real son, but to keep his blessing of never ending
life, the son would need to turn his back on his mortality.  At first this
new one was frightened by what he had become, but then he so wanted to
please his new father that he promised to do everything right so that he may
always be a real son.
And they lived many a decade in harmony.

Then came the day when renewed feelings of mortality stirred from deep
within, and the knight regretted his evil ways.  LaCroix roared with anger
and warned him that not only could he never return, but that his fangs would
get longer with each non -vampire act.  Feeling trapped and wanting to lead
his own life, the knight named Nicholas left the world of the dark and tried
to be happy with those who were no longer his own.

As time passed on, Nicholas’s fangs grew long and sharp, but he fought all
his urges and did not act as a son of LaCroix. One day he met up with an
angel named Natalie, and she promised to help make him what he once was. She
gave him potions to drink that looked like ground chalk, and told him to
take sun-baths and garlic for building his tolerance.  The work that she did
had softened his fangs, but still he looked like an enforcer on a bad day.

As his son played a good guy in the mortal world, the Master vampire grew
tired of trying to bring back his son from his misguided ways, and he left
for a rest at a new club for his kind called The Whale.  This club was to be
the best place for a vampire, but inside, the young owner had plans for
Nick’s Master.  The moment he saw her, he new he was doomed, for this was no
vampire to be trifled with.  She held him in bondage, and hurt him so badly,
but his heart was so broken from losing his son that he did not fight back,
and his first daughter seemed to have won.

For days Nick could feel the pain of his father, but tried to ignore it
because he wanted to be mortal.  Then remembering all that he had promised
to be, he flew to The Whale and confronted his father’s tormentor.  Pulling
a stake out, he plunged it into his Grandmother’s heart, and Divia left this
world while her family watched.  Then Nicholas’s teeth became the right
size, and LaCroix rejoiced because he finally had his son back.  His wish
had come true for a real son, and everybody lived happily ever after.  Well,
there was this slight issue about Nick’s love for Natalie… never mind.
 

                                       The End.