I got in a silly mood the other day and decided to take LaCroix on a
little trip...somewhat against his will.  <EG>

 Don't own him (though I wish he were mine).  Don't own DisneyWorld
(though God knows I've spent enough money there to own it by now).  This is
 for fun,  not profit.  If I could do this for a living, I would, but hey, a
girl's gotta eat you know.

 If either Whosarmy or the Fanatics want to archive it, go for it.

 Christy

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 LUCIEN LACROIX'S ZIPADEEDOODAH DAY...ER...NIGHT
 by Christy Stillman


     "Oh gods, no," complained LaCroix.  "You're *not* dragging me
*there* again."  He glowered down at the short redhead whose fingers were
flying like mad over the keyboard.

     "You'll *love* it once we get there.  Trust me...."

     Intent on the story making its arduous journey from her twisted
brain to her fingertips, the writer missed the low growl behind her.  Her 
blood simultaneously chilled and boiled as her chair was suddenly whipped
around to force her to look up into blazing amber eyes.

     "You.  Will.  Not.  Take.  Me.  There." spat the Ancient, one hand
 forming an "L" with index finger and thumb and his nose wrinkling in
that ‘I am an angry vampire' kind of way.  "You forced me there on our first
outing. I refuse to set foot back in that infernally *happy* place."

     "Hey!  Who's the author here, huh?  Who's the fictional character and
 who's the real person?"  She glared him down for a moment then changed
 tactics quickly to whisper seductively, "I can show you just how much fun
 Fantasyland <TM> can *really* be."

     The vampire's eyes returned to their normal crystalline blue.  "If you
 will recall, *I* am the one who does the seducing, little one."  A cool hand
 stroked a warm ivory cheek as he captured her sea green eyes in a steady,
 burning gaze.

     She gazed back at him then smiled wickedly. "Sorry.  It's not gonna work
 this time, handsome.  Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the trip."  She
 swiveled back toward the computer screen, cracked her knuckles, and poised
 her fingers over the home keys.  "Lucien LaCroix, you've lived for almost
 2,000 years and seen human history unfold before your very eyes.  What are
 you going to do NOW?"

     The ancient vampire rolled his eyes and silently cursed whatever gods
 had saddled him with his Disnoid Addict.  "It would appear," he sighed,
"that I am going to DisneyWorld <TM>."

 End Part One