Usual disclaimers: I don't own 'em or they'd still be on TV! I'm broke, so 
I'm obviously not making any money off of this, so it must be just for fun! 
No infringement of rights is intended, just a little use and abuse, here! 
  
Unusual disclaimers: I disavow any knowledge of the origins of this part. 
It's not what I had intended to write at all. I don't know where it came 
from! Ummm......blame it on Abra! Yeah....that's it! It's all Abra's fault! 
Now, on with the silliness. 
  
  
Previously in "A Guiding darkness"...... 
  
  
Other Nick watched as Nat stepped out of the lift. Other Nick giggled. 
  
"Nick...?" Nat said. Other Nick waggled his eyebrows. "Hey baby," he 
said. 
  
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Part 11
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by Teri-7/27/00 


Nat smiled a curious, puzzled smile. "Nick....?" She asked again, wondering 
what exactly he was up to.

"And you were expecting someone else?" Other Nick's grin was quite openly 
appreciative as he allowed his eyes to travel up the length of her body, 
lingering embarrassingly over certain areas. "Hellll-OH, Sweetheart!" he 
leered, "Where *HAVE* you been all my lives??" Completely taken back by his 
unusual behavior, Nat hesitated barely outside the lift. In fact she squeaked 
a little in surprise as the lift door tried to slide itself shut, stopping 
when it came into contact with one of those aforementioned embarrassing 
areas. Other Nick took her hand and drew her further into the room, sweeping 
her into his arms. 

"Ooooh, careful there, Sugarplums," he growled in a most sensual voice. " I'd 
hate to think you'd bruised yourself!" Other Nick began gently massaging her 
derriere where the door had bumped her. "Need me to kiss it and make it feel 
better?" His grin had quickly gone from appreciative to downright lewd and 
somewhat feral, his hands wandering places that Nick was never crude enough 
to go.

Still trying to make light of a truly odd situation, Nat tried to disentangle 
herself from Other Nick's grasp. Her puzzled smile froze and became more than 
a little strained as she discovered this would not be an easy task. Sheesh, 
how many arms could one vampire have??

Nick watched helplessly in growing frustration as Other Nick groped and 
manhandled poor Natalie. He would never treat her this way! Why was she 
tolerating it?? Certainly she had to realize something was wrong! *Fight him 
off!* Nick screamed silently at her, hoping beyond hope that she'd magically 
hear his unhearable thoughts. Maybe he should have told her about this little 
problem a long time ago......but he'd really thought he'd conquered this 
Other beast of his! *Fight him off!* he cried again, aching to get through to 
her somehow. *It's not ME!!! Can't you tell it's not ME???*

"Nick!!!"Nat scolded, trying not to wonder why she was fighting. How many 
times had she longed to have his hands caressing her like this? Well, maybe 
not exactly like this....."What is *with* you? I just dropped in to say 
'good-bye'...."

"....and what better way to SAY 'good-bye'??" interrupted Other Nick, 
desperately trying to plant yet another sloppy kiss somewhere in the vicinity 
of her mouth, inspite of her resistance. "Awww, c'mon Babycakes. Ya *know* ya 
want it!"

"Alright! That does it!!!" exclaimed Nat in disgust, thoroughly aggravated 
now and slapping his hands away ungently. "Who are you and what have you done 
with Nick?"

That seemed to catch Other Nick off gaurd. Did she know? Could she possibly 
know? Slightly distracted by the thought, his grip loosened and she managed 
to twist away from his grasp. They eyed each other warily as she backed 
herself up against the lift door, ready to bolt for freedom if the sex-crazed 
maniac tried to approach her again. Nick took advantage of this moment of 
confusion to leap back out of the dark mental cell into which he'd been 
thrust, wrestling with Other Nick for control, fighting for all he was worth 
with the rage of 800 years on his side. Where was the cross he needed to fend 
off *this* demon? The psychological wooden stake to fling *this* evil monster 
into Forever Oblivion?

The Vampire won, and when he turned to face Natalie again it he looked at her 
through blazing yellow eyes, fangs making intelligible speech difficult. But 
*this* was a fight he was even more familiar with and the bloodthirsty Beast 
was more easily banished than Other Nick had been. He cringed before the 
slightly rumpled Natalie, not quite able to meet her accusing glare.

"Well?" She demanded. "Do you mind trying to explain yourself?"

Nick took a deep breath, fortifying himself for some quick thinking and 
quicker talking. She couldn't help thinking he looked truly miserable as he 
turned angst-ridden blue eyes to her and said......."



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Bwahahahaha!!!! Somebody else gets to deal with this now!!!