Forever Knight is mine.  (Oops!  Freudian slip of the keys.)  Forever Knight
is NOT mine.  And this is why.

Yes, its another Cow/Halloween story by yours truly.  Anyone who's desperate
enough can archive this puppy.

Inspired by an actual costume at the store, and by a bout of
procrastination.

Nick twisted and turned in his sleep, finally waking up in a bloodsweat.

Sacred Mother!  What had he drunk last night that had caused that awful
nightmare?

----------Dream Flashback--------------

He'd been watching his big-screen television, and everything had appeared
normal.  Suddenly, the Loft had become invaded by another presence.

"LaCroix!   ....LaCroix?"

His sire was wearing an off-the-rack cow costume!  Complete with rubber
udder,swishy tail, and clanking bell collar!

With eyes of serene blue, his master had casually held out a green bottle to
him, one handedly pouring into a glass what looked like a pink liquid.

Milk and Blood?!

"Thirsty, Nicholas? ...Moo."

At his stunned, negatory shake of the head, his vamped-out master had then
stalked him around the living room floor, insisting to his flustered
offspring that he "bite me", a repeated plea punctuated only with the
occasional earnest-sounding:  'Moo'.

"Come now, moo--n fils---I've been certified Grade AAA!" Lacroix shouted
above the clanking noise of his bell as the chase picked up speed, one hand
patting his hip where there was, indeed, a branding mark attesting to his
merits.

"Aaaaaaaaaaargh!"

-------End of Dream Flashback---------

And then, thankfully, he had woken up, just as 'LaCow' had tackled him.

Rising from bed, Nick went down to his refrigerator to pour himself a drink.
The bottle got as far as his lips before he knew that he'd have to find
another source of nourishment.  Downing the taste of bovine had been bad
enough as it was without having *those* images to flashback to!  Disgusted,
he went back upstairs to try to resume his interrupted slumber.  Hopefully,
this time without dreams.
~~~~~~~~

The next evening after having surreptitously watched Nicholas at the bar for
the better part of an hour, Felix and Merlin retired into the back rooms of
the Raven.  The two younger vampires soon returned to the dancing floor,
grumbling after they had each handed the smirking Roman within a sizeable
wad of cash.

"I mean, Merlin... Nick's been on bovine *forever*.  How could LaCroix have
predicted he'd suddenly switch brands tonight?"

:)=      Finis