LaCroix thinks he owns Nick, and Sony/Tristar *think* they own LaCroix. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world... At any rate, Kyer is not so foolish as to think that she owns Nick, Janette, Screed--- or any other Forever Knight character. Not when she's fully awake anyway. ; )

Flames will be pasted on my front door to scare the willies out o' the little tykes-- so watch yer tongue.

(Halloween is not a holiday I revere: All that gore does not a happy Kyer make. However, this tiny plot came to mind so I thought that in the spirit of the holiday-- - I'd plagued you all with it. Tis the season to share. <g> )

Oh, how Nick dreaded this night--- this most dreaded of nights that was fixed to the calendar year like an accidental bloodwine stain! This *Eve* when the souls of the restless dead did once again trod the dusty foundations of the Earth to wreck their vengeance upon....

Well, maybe they hit the more watery places too--- he wasn't certain. Maybe Screed would know what with his being a sailor of some experiance and all. He could well recall his own time during the reign of...

<clankity-clank!>

"Um... Nicola..?"

It was bad enough, he thought grimly, that he had in his early years of Undeadness wantonly drained uncounted kaboodles of kitchen wenches, courtyard loads of high-born noble Ladyship Bimbos, bushels of bad-boy knaves, scores of scowly-eyed merchants and tradesmen...

<clankity-clankity clankity-clank clank clankity!>

"Nicola?"

All *those* unhappy and downright annoyed ghosts of his 'Dinner rePasts' did little more than cause some minor tummy upsets with their consistant whining and accusations on the validity of his noble breeding.

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"Nicola, I really think, mon cherie, that your full attention just now--"

Good God in Heaven Above! *They* were nearly upon him!... coming closer--- and from the sound of it there were more of them than *ever*! Which, considering all, *was* he supposed something to be reasonably expected.....

He *was* the source of his own damnation.

Egads! He was doomed! Would this night never end!! Would those be-horned Satan spawns never leave him be?!

<Clankity-Clank! CLANKITY CLANKITY-CLANK CLANK...>

"Nicola, get your BUTT OVER HERE AND HELP ME BLOCKADE THIS DOOR!"

"Do you think I've got enough newspapers spread? I can get more..."

"mMMOOOOOOO!" "MWOOOOOOOO!!!"

"I swear, Nicola! This is absolutely the LAST time I'm spending All Hallow's Eve in this loft! Or anywhere else near you for that matter until you agree to stop drinking from *cow*!

"Moo" "MOO" "moo" "Moo" "Moo" "moo" "Moo" "MOO" "Moo"

"Cowbells, Squirette?"
"You would have preferred a beating Cow Heart?"
"Um.. no.. no. I thought you were busy writing that space opera thing?"
"Oh--that would be Light Squirette, sire. This was ones by Dark. She got bored with just annoying certain CotK members--she's been hitting LC kinda a lot there-- and, well...there you were."
"Lucky me."
"Sorry, Nick. I only provide room and board-- they're free-willed Personalities after all. Think of it as free publicity. .... Yeesh! There you go with those yellow eyes again, milord."
"I'm just considering Janette's advice."
"Oh?"
"About going off of my cow diet."
"Geez-- would you look at the time! Over half past October. Bye! &ly;run run run>

Grins, :)=

Kyer, Loyal Squirette to the Knight de Brabant; Knight de Soir, Cousin to the Knight, One of The Hungry, Le Miz, Immortal Beloved (yet flexible), Queen O' deTypos, Paranoid-Schitzoid Knightie with Multi-Personalities who's having a blast and an angstfest at one and the same time! [email protected]