My last sequel to: I'll Hide My Shaking Hands This one is Janette facing the effect of Nicholas' quest on her own psyche. This should end my filking...at least for a good while. Got too much else I've been neglecting.

Nicola, Janette, and LaCroix are owned by Sony/Tristar

Same music as the other two..hum Madonna's 'Like A Prayer' to yourselves.

Wishes are foolish lies
Whispered to still hurts rised,
I made my fate well set,
Why should I feel...
regret?

As I sip my wine, I note him standing there,
brooding by himself; I'm trying not to care.
But, I sensed his need; felt his ache to feed,
Now, his blood sustained, I echo with his pain.

Humanity, it was a choice forsaken.
I let it go, I felt rage so...
Revenge my token.
I thought it dead...I thought it long forsaken.
How could I know, it'd rise up so
Dreams unbidden!

As I sip my wine, I note him standing there,
brooding by himself; I'm trying not to care.
But, I sensed his need; felt his ache to feed,
Now, his blood sustained, I echo with his pain.

A babe to hold, a life borne deep inside me,
A child to raise, a song to praise,
Springing from me.
I'd hold her close...protect her with my body.
I'd hold her near, give naught to fear...
My own baby!

As I sip my wine, I note him standing there,
brooding by himself; I'm trying not to care.
But, I sensed his need; felt his ache to feed,
Now, his blood sustained, I echo with his pain.

I'm so confused; Nicola, now I question.
Chose best the Night o'er the Light?
No hesitation?
Yet now I'm cold, what good this introspection,
My soul is sold, I'm of the Fold
Childe of Lucien!

As I sip my wine, I note him standing there,
brooding by himself; I'm trying not to care.
But, I sensed his need; felt his ache to feed,
Now, his blood sustained, I echo with his pain.

Wishes are foolish lies
Whispered to still hurts rised,
I made my fate well set,
Why should I feel...
regret?

Weaving his voice words of right, he speaks of God and Light
What can these mean to me? Why can't he let things be?
Oh, but mists and dreams---can split a rock, it seems.
How can my own heart quiet now that I've tasted warmth and light?

Now with blood sustained, I echo with his pain.
I echo with his pain.

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End