The Sins of the Father Affair

Book One of Three

By

Summer

Beta read by Dinah and Blondie (Thank you)

Archive: yes, please

Class: Slash, NC17

Warnings: None (Unless you don’t like Vampire stories)

MFU AU Slash Crossover with Forever Knight Novella

Authors note: Premise of Forever Knight for all those who have never heard of or seen the show:

General Lucian Lacroix lived in ancient Pompeii. His daughter, Divia, lay dying. A healer came and cured her by turning her into a vampire. After learning all that she could of this healer, Divia murdered him, then returned to her father and turned him into a vampire, too, seeking an incestuous relationship with him. Lacroix learned that his child was evil and beheaded her, placing her remains in a tomb.

Lacroix turned a young man named Nicolai, or Nicholas (or as we come to know him, Nick Knight) into a Vampire and comes to think of him as his son and personal possession.

As time goes on, Nick starts to doubt his life as a Vampire and seeks to become mortal again. This causes friction and anger between him and Lacroix. Nick eventually escapes from his Master/Father.

Nick is not only trying to become mortal again, but wishes to atone for his past sins. In the TV series he is in Toronto, Canada, working as a cop. I have placed Nick in the 1960s and made him an UNCLE (United Network Command of Law and Enforcement) agent in New York City.

Please keep in mind that I am still new to the Forever Knight fandom. I'm still learning about this particular universe of vampires. I am also aware that in the TV series these vampires are unable to control themselves when they have sex and often drink from their sex partner, unable to stop, and thereby killing their mortal lover. In this AU story, since I am already altering the time line and place, I figure, what the heck!, Why can't I alter that as well? They can have sex with mortals without killing them.

Also reference to other vampires: Janette (Past love of Nick, brought across by Lacroix. She owns a bar called the Raven), Vachon (young vampire, only about 400 years old, handsome-tends to be rather charming and seductive). Aristotle (very old vampire, length of life unknown. He is a historian and usually creates new, workable lives for each vampire when it is time for them to move on to another identity)

OK, that's it folks, now on with the story.

Pairing: Nick/Illya, Illya/Napoleon, Lacroix/Nick

Part 1

New York 1968 (June)

Forever Knight theme: He was brought across in 1228, fed on humans for their blood. Now he wants to be mortal again, to repay society for his sins, to emerge from his darkness; his Forever Knight...

Their bodies molded together as they clung tightly to one another seeming to merge into one as they performed a ritual as old as time itself. Illya lay beneath the solid weight of his lover, his legs wrapped tightly around the body covering his, to deepen and control the penetration. The two lovers moaned in unison, each of them so caught up in the moment that the world was quickly left behind. Their arousal and passion seemed to turn the room into an inferno.

Illya began to speak, his voice low, his accent pronounced – fevered words that echoed into the darkness, clinging to reality by a mere thread. His words were returned, soft words of love and tender endearments.

The pace of their lovemaking increased, growing more frantic as orgasm neared.

Illya cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure, his mouth once again seeking and finding his lover’s mouth, driving his tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth.

"Ah!" Illya felt the pleasure come coursing through his veins and along his nerve endings. Still he needed more and thrust back harder and more urgently.

Time came to a sudden end to both men as they reached climax simultaneously. After a brief moment to collect his thoughts and emotions, Illya reluctantly broke the kiss and watched, fascinated, as his lover’s face began to alter, the muscles contorting and skin rippling, changing the beloved features into something more animal. The dark blue eyes of his lover changed color, flashing bright green as his lips parted, revealing two fanged teeth.

Illya prepared for the brief pain he knew would come, as his lover’s head snapped downward, biting hard into Illya’s exposed neck, unerringly finding the vein, penetrating the fragile barrier of skin. Illya gasped with pleasure as his lover began to drink.

The vampire’s hold tightened on his blond lover.

He had tasted the blood of many, but this blood was unique, pure in essence and unique in flavor. He drank with abandon until he sensed Illya’s heartbeat begin to slow. He pulled away from temptation and quickly licked the wound, healing the breach and closing it.

His cock slipped free from its secure hole, and he eased himself onto the bed, pulling Illya against him, reaffirming his feelings of affection for this being.

He listened to Illya’s heartbeat and contented himself to stroke the lightly tanned, hairless chest with a light scrape of his fingernails. The mortal body was so warm, so intoxicating and alluring. Already, just staring at the fine sheen of sweat from the golden flesh, Nick Knight wanted him all over again.

Illya Kuryakin opened his eyes. He adjusted his breathing, when he was able to think again, and closed his eyes in pain. He always hated when he was free to think again. The pain of the past was like a black hole, sucking him inwards, trying to engulf him with feeling of guilt and loss.

"Are you all right?" Nick asked, sensing the mortal's awakened pain, pain that he couldn’t hide in his sparkling blue eye.

The blond forced a smile and closed his eyes, as he lowered his head onto the upper torso of the vampire and took in several deep breaths.

"I feel wonderful."

Nick smiled. "For a moment, I almost couldn't stop.... You have very unique blood, something I have never tasted the likes of before. Are you sure you’re ok? I did not hurt you? I sometimes forget--."

The Russian only put his fingers to the vampire's lips and smiled.

"Shut up and kiss me, Nick."

The vampire smiled and did as he was told.

......

An hour later, Illya emerged from his hot shower to see his vampire lover standing quietly by the window, staring out at the full moon.

"Tomorrow night is Father's Day." The Vampire whispered softly.

"Yes, I know."

Illya wiped his hair with one towel, a smaller towel tied loosely over his hips.

Nick turned to stare at the blond haired mortal and had to look away. Illya Kuryakin did not know how alluring his body was. Even to stare at him in the hallways of UNCLE, hidden in a long black turtleneck sweater and black pants, Nick wanted to throw the Russian-born mortal onto the floor and fuck him senseless. Illya seemed oblivious to the effect he had on others of his own kind - female or male.

Hearing the mortal's pain-filled voice, he curbed his lust and turned to Illya in puzzlement.

"I was surprised when you called and asked me over. Most people are busy on Fathers Day. Well, being with their fathers."

Illya shrugged. "I don't have one."

"What do you mean?"

"I just don't.” Illya looked away, not sure if he wanted to discuss his past. He decided he didn't want to.

“So, ah, when do you leave, Nick?"

Seeing that Illya was changing the subject, Nick decided, for now, to let the conversation go where Illya wanted it too. For now.

"Mr. Waverly wants my partner and I to check out the HQ in the Ukraine. Apparently, some highly classified documents have been stolen, and Waverly believes that someone within the organization may be working for THRUSH."

"How long will you be gone?" Illya asked.

"A few weeks, perhaps longer. Do not worry. I am sure you and your partner will be busy with your own missions. But I do wish you would be more careful."

He moved swiftly towards Illya and pressed a kiss on the bare neck, his free hand sliding gently down Illya's back.

"I hate when we are parted and then to see you again with another added scar upon your superb body. Napoleon does not take very good care of you."

Illya grinned, staying where he was, enjoying the touches Nick bestowed upon him.

"He does his best, and besides, I heal quickly."

Nick only shook his head in disgust.

"He gets all the glory while you do all the dirty work, leaving you to do everything. He is a jerk and you deserve better then him."

Illya couldn't resist turning around and putting his arms around Nick's waist. He smiled with amusement at all this directed attention.

"Really?"

"Yes. You should have a partner who will look after you, protect you .... love you."

Illya started to laugh and, breaking the embrace, turned and headed to his dresser. He pulled

on some black chinos and looked up into the mirror, seeing his and Nick’s reflection. It still startled him when the hands came out of nowhere and wrapped tightly around his waist, lips pressing softly against his neck and shoulder blades.

"Nick, please...don't do this to me. Napoleon does take care of me. After all, he takes me out to expensive restaurants and pays the bill, and he gives me rides home. I can talk to him about most things freely and he listens. If I get into a jam he can always be counted upon to get me out. He even comes and visits me when I wind up in the hospital. We have been partners for 3 years, three good years. He's my best friend!"

"Who also rejected you."

Frowning, Illya shrugged Nick's hands off and turned, throwing the towel he had around his hips around Nick's neck, and pulled the vampire closer. Nick being taller then himself, Illya had to look up to meet the dark blue eyes.

"He didn't reject me. He just doesn't feel the same way as I do for him. Besides, that was during our first year of working together and he has never brought it up, nor has he used it against me. He treats me like an equal. His partner. Just as you have a partner. Schanke?"

Nick lowered his head, and when he looked up he was smiling slyly at the Russian.

"He is funny and a good agent, but he is not you."

"Thank goodness." Illya chuckled and planted a brief kiss on Nick's lips, before releasing his hold. He pulled out another drawer, and, taking up a black turtle-neck sweater, he put it on, making sure it would hide the bite mark.

"Why?" Nick asked.

"I just couldn't imagine you and Schanke as lovers."

Grimacing, Nick playfully swatted Illya on the butt. Illya, in return, grabbed a comb and began to comb Nick's hair. One loose blond curl refused to go where it was supposed to and hung over his forehead.

Illya stared at his sometime lover and smiled. It was eight months ago that the four of them had been on a mission in Canada. They had been seeking a THRUSH hideout, and in the process, Nick and Napoleon had been captured. Schanke had been injured, leaving Illya the only hope of saving the team and stopping THRUSH from launching a nuclear bomb meant for Washington D.C.

Illya had managed to get Napoleon out before a fire spread throughout the complex. Refusing to leave Nick Knight behind, Illya went back into the inferno against Napoleon's orders. Illya found Nick, trying to hide against a wall, as flames threatened to engulf him. As Illya tried to reach Nick he witnessed, for the first time, the change in the agent. Nick's eyes turned a glowing green and he made loud, painful, hissing sounds. Grabbing a nearby extinguisher, Illya put out the flames long enough to free Nick, but, as they tried to make their way out, they found it to be blocked by debris, caved in from the ceiling.

Turning, Nick grabbed Illya and, to The Russian's horror, was suddenly pulled into the air. Reaching a skylight, they managed to escape.

With daylight approaching, Illya, realizing what Nick was, managed to hide him in a cave, while seeking help for his other fallen comrades. After Illya was sure Napoleon and Schanke were safe, he returned to the cave. There, Nick revealed his dark secret - that he was a vampire. Nick's existence eventually led him to Alexander Waverly and to UNCLE, and now with the UNCLE Medical Lab, headed by Doctor Natalie Lambert, seeking a cure for his...condition.

Returning to New York, Illya found his curiosity getting the better of him, and during off-work hours, he sought Nick's company. It was only natural that a relationship developed quickly between the two of them. How or why, they did not know. Only that, from the beginning, they had developed some sort of magnetic, physical attraction for one another.

Illya kept the secret of Nick's true heritage and in turn, found a friend and lover, and a relationship that held no bounds and no limits. Work often separated them for long periods of time, but when they got together it was as if they had never been apart. The sex, of course, was wonderful. In fact it was fantastic, but just being near one another, they felt complete and whole. There was a strong bond between them, one that neither could explain.

Suddenly, feeling morose, Illya turned to his bedroom window and stared out into the darkness of the night.

"Nick, do you ever think of your father?"

Nick sat down on the nearby bed and stared up at the beautiful mortal before him.

"Nope. Well....only every day."

"What is he like?"

"My mortal father died when I was very young. I don’t remember him at all. My Master, Lacroix - I told you about him."

"Yes, I know. He is the one who brought you across and from whom you fled several years ago, so as to start a new life, a life, with Waverly's help. He is the only person in UNCLE, other than myself and Nat, who knows about your, ah, condition. Even now, Natalie Lambert is trying to find a cure for your vampirism. But what was he like?"

Nick shook his head. "Lacroix could be many things; cruel, hard, cold....possessive, a teacher, a guide, a master. Sometimes he could be kind and protective - caring. But he was also a control freak. Once he has claimed you, body and soul, he will never give you up, never release you. In fact, I’ve been told that he is here in the city. Janette, who owns a bar downtown called the Raven, told me that he is setting up a radio-station and calling himself the Night Crawler. I’m sure it is just a slight distraction to amuse himself while seeking ways to bring me back to him."

Nick turned and frowned as he gazed out the window to once again stare at the full moon. For a moment he could almost see the face of Lucien Lacroix in the silver light of the moon.

"Just when I think I hate and despise him, I find that I still have feelings for him - my last lingering hold of my mortality. Whether I like it or not, he’s still my family, and I guess always will be."

Illya stared at Nick with a thoughtful statement. Then, turning away, Illya shrugged.

“You are lucky. At least you have a father. That is more than I ever had."

Nick stared at Illya. Rising slowly, he put his arms around his mortal lover and shrugged.

"Tell me about your family."

Illya sighed, his eyes lowered, staring at the ground.

"There is not much to tell. I was ten when my mother died. I discovered she became pregnant while she was in a concentration camp. She never told me anything about my father. She escaped when the Allies came. Their were very few survivors.”

"Where was this concentration camp?"

"Near Berlin. *Neningar. She went back to her parents in Kiev and gave birth to me. My mother and grandparents were taking me to a park, when I was ten, for my birthday. The car came out of nowhere and it didn't even stop when we went over a cliff. They all died. I was the only one who survived."

"And then?"

Illya took in a deep breath and, swallowing, continued the painful tale of his past.

"I was taken to an orphanage. All my Mother's things and the family home were sold. The solicitor told me that they owed the government a great debt., Then the men came for me when I was just twelve. I was to work off what my family owed them. I was then handed over to the KGB and worked for them for a long time."

The memories caused Illya to tremble, as he recalled that dark time in his life when he was nothing more then a toy, to be used and thrown aside when convenient.

"When I turned seventeen, I was finally released from their hold and not knowing what else to do, I joined the Navy. That lasted less then a few months. I was spotted by Mr. Waverly and he offered me a place in UNCLE and, well...you know the rest. End of story."

Nick pulled Illya closer into his arms and shook his head.

"So you see, you should be glad...you at least have a father. Even if he is a psychotic vampire."

Illya couldn't resist adding a sly smile.

Nick laughed softly and then kissed Illya gently on the lips. He could feel the small smile on his lover's face.

The smile faded and Illya sadly confronted Nick, who had more questions to ask.

"Is that why you asked me to come tonight? Because you did not want to think about fathers?"

Illya nodded lightly, unable to keep any secrets from his lover. Not even wanting to.

"All my life I have felt this emptiness, a hole, a feeling that something is not quite right. I feel incomplete. I think that is why I stay distanced from everyone - a way to protect myself from being hurt. I love my work as an UNCLE agent and I love what I am doing. But sometimes Nick...I feel so alone and like..."

"A piece of you is missing?"

Illya smiled and nodded.

The clock chimed. It was 4 am.

"I have to go. Tonight, I am leaving for Moscow with Schanke. Is there anything you would like me to bring back from your homeland?" Nick asked.

Illya grinned and nodded.

"Yes. You!"

Nick smiled and, pulling Illya into his arms, very gently kissed him.

............................

He waited in the eternal darkness , thirst and hunger his eternal companions. To escape from this prison was impossible. He no longer counted the time- he merely bided it.

And yet he knew someday, someone would come, and he would escape from this tomb and would once again be free to roam the Earth.

But for now he simply waited.

.......

The sudden noise awoke him from his sleep. He could hear the scraping sounds of digging and the gentle thud of heartbeats. Three heartbeats. Mortals? He licked his lips with anticipation unable to contain the rising hunger and joy that overcame him. For he knew, soon he would feed once more.

The second sound he heard was voices. One was distinctly female. A woman with a foreign tongue. Their language was no barrier to one as powerful as he. He heard their excited shouts, as they finally found the hidden tomb of **Ka-Leptumah. And he smiled, sensing their footsteps entering the protective circle. More footsteps and more voices were heard. They seemed to be glorying in the treasure that had been placed around his tomb. Ah yes, they who imprisoned him here had left it to appease the gods, to help place guards and keep the Dark One imprisoned for eternity.

Then, finally, the footsteps approached the large altar that contained his sarcophagus, and he waited as the mortals tried to read the inscription upon the altar.

"What does it say?" he heard one of the foreign ones ask.

"Bring the torch closer and I will see what I can read. Most of it has faded. The markings are very old. I'd say at least 2,000 years. There is the symbol of the sun, to ward off evil."

"Charley, it is the tomb of Ka-leptumah....We found it at long last!" the woman cried excitedly.

"Yes, but what does the writing say?" her impatient partner asked.

"Oh yes, of course." She paused, and one could almost feel her trying to read the words dulled with age.

"'The Tomb of Ka-Leptumah. Here lies The Dark Old One.' It seems to warn not to open this sarcophagus and release the cursed one. Excellent. I shall finally have my revenge."

"What else does it say?"

"It says also that he who lies within has caused great turmoil and evil. A killer among killers." She paused and scoffed. "Ignorant fools."

"Why do you say that?"

"It says....'Beware the Dark Knight...the...Ka-Le-Vampire?' Hang on, let me get my glasses." She reached into her pocket and, with the torch closer, she tried to re-read the words before her.

"Does it say anything else?"

"Yes, it says 'May the Gods have mercy on the souls of those that release the Dark One and return the ultimate...evil to the Earth.'"

A different and younger male voice chipped in, sounding British.

"You know, this really doesn't sound inspiring...maybe we ought to just, you know, take the treasure and reseal this tomb, Doctor."

"Oh shut up you fool. I have searched for this tomb for my entire existence and I refuse to leave now over some stupid human's fear of the unknown. This tomb has been , in the ancient Books of Kaul, to contain the most powerful evil ever created, and with it, I can have my final revenge. To create a superior race and take over the entire world! Now help me to open this thing."

.........

He could hear the tools being placed in position and their struggle to open the sealed tomb. He smiled and licked his dry lips. He could not wait to begin again. Oh yes, his thirst was great and finally he would feast after more then two thousand years.

When the top of the seal was opened, he was waiting. The mortals did not know what hit them. He flung the female aside and rose from the tomb like a dark demon. He grabbed the first man by the throat and with one bite into his neck, drank from him within a matter of seconds. The other one tried to flee, but he, too, fell to the hunger of the ancient one.

Screaming as the vampire ripped into his throat and drank from the mortal with more control and enjoyment. When the mortal had been drained, he let the corpse fall at his feet, sated for the moment.

Then he turned to the woman, who had risen from where she had been thrown. She stared at him - only her eyes were not filled with fear, but with great joy.

When she spoke, it was in his ancient tongue. "Ka-Leptumah. Please let me be your humble servant. Allow me to serve you as you serve me."

He stared at her for a moment. His thirst was centuries old and he needed more blood. He should take her like the other two. But he had been in that tomb a long time - he needed someone to protect him during the light hours, and he would need someone to show him the new world that awaited him.

She was a user. At one glance he knew. Once she got what she wanted, he and anyone else, would be thrown aside in her quest to gain power. He would take great pleasure in killing her - after he had learned all that he could. Unfortunately, for now, he needed her.

He moved towards her and took her trembling body into his arms. For a moment, they merely stared at one another. Then he smiled and bowing his head, he took her hand into his own, brought it to his lips and kissed it. He sighed as the blood in her veins came to the surface, teasing his senses, and then he looked at her with cold intent.

"You may call me Ka-Le. You?"

"I-I am Doctor Helen Kempacuff. Your humble servant." She looked up at him and grinned, trying to look charming and seductive all at the same time.

"You know of us?"

"Yes, I am aware of your kind. I have encountered them before." She smiled and lowered her head. Her mind flashed back to another time, when she was a child, in a lab. A dark creature was drinking the blood of her father. Then she saw the lab go up in flames and the body of her father lying on the ground at her feet dead.

"And you are not afraid of me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I fear nothing." No, she would never cry or be afraid again. She swore that day, she would be the one to cause fear. Revenge had kept her focused her entire life.

"Really....nothing? My dear, you should fear, fear us....fear me. Your Lord and Master." He raised her chin and looked deep into her eyes. Whatever secrets she had, they would not be kept from him for long.

She stared up at the dark creature, her smile faltering only slightly, and then she nodded.

"Master."

***

In the weeks that followed, it did not take Ka-Le long to learn the ways of the new world or to learn that there were others of his kind spread out in various continents. Of course, these were pups, many generations that came after him. After all, he had not only been entombed for two thousand years, but had lived over 3,000 years prior to that, making him over 5,000 years old.

During his own private research to seek out the whereabouts of his younger creations, he learned that most had perished. Only one couldn't be accounted for, and this one had been his favorite, a healer in Ka-Le's time, who had run away from him to find his own way. Before his entombment, Ka-Le had tracked him to Pompeii. Before Ka-Le could go after his pupil, he had been captured and entombed.

So now he was alone - but he would not be alone for long. He would seek out another for a companion. Surely, somewhere in this time, there was one mortal who would be worthy of his gift of immortality?

After claiming a mortal prey to quench his thirst, he returned to the home of his servant, Dr Kempacuff, and found the woman still in her lab, eternally planning the conquest of the world and destroying her enemies. He watched her for a few moments, amused and bored with her all at the same time. She would serve his purpose, for now.

He glanced at his attire and found it the oddest clothes yet to be in - what is that word - fashion?

They were tight and confining, though the fabric was softer than the course cotton he’d worn in his previous existence. Even so, he was filled with distaste for it all.

He was also growing restless. This mortal was beginning to annoy him. He desired to seek out others like himself and to find another pupil to end his eternal loneliness. Distracted, he was brought back to the present when he heard her insistent chanting.

Even now she was speaking.

"Soon, with your blood analysis, I should be able to find a way to plague your fellow vampires with a disease that will kill them. Of course, I will also find a cure for it...we must always be prepared to save only those that are worthy of being saved and able to help us in our cause."

He flinched slightly at her words.

She looked up and stared at her dark warrior. He was handsome, standing at least 6 feet 4 inches, hard muscled, and dressed all in black, with a deep, dark brown vest over the black clothing. His hair was as black as the night, with two silver gray streaks at the side of his temples. He was a magnificent sight, ancient and powerful. She couldn't wait to spring him on the world, to use him to get her revenge.

"I wish to leave this place." He announced suddenly. "I have certain… needs."

"Patience, my love. Soon we will leave and journey to America. There we will find more of your kind. But first you must help me, as I am to help you."

Oh yes, he thought, regarding her with dark eyes. He was growing very bored with her, He should have drained her of blood and spared one of the other companions she was with. Perhaps they would have been more entertaining, much more to his particular tastes.

He gave her his full attention as she suddenly grew excited and raised a dark vial above her.

"Yes, this is it! This is what will give me ultimate power and I will have my final vengeance! But first, we must test it." She loaded up a syringe and turned to Ka-Le. He raised an eyebrow, as she moved forward, her intent clear.

He grabbed her wrist and held it in mid air.

"Ka-Le, please release my hand. It is a simple drug and it will add to your power."

She stared, in flustered fright, as he bent her wrist back firmly.

He stared into her eyes, his voice taking on a deep, luring tone, as he asked,

"What will it do to me?"

Under his spell and unable to stop herself, she spoke softly as if in a dream. "It is a plague, destroying regenerative cells and spreading throughout the body. It is similar to many epidemics of the past and will kill after a period of several hours. It will spread like wildfire on contact with any other vampire it meets within that period of time. It's designed to kill vampire immortals."

"Why this need to kill vampires, Doctor? You are not a hunter?"

"No...My father was killed by one of your kind while researching for our great leader, Hitler. He was seeking to create a master race. Powerful, like the Vampires, but without the need for blood or the other weaknesses that hinder you."

He smiled suddenly and released her hand, backing away.

Helen cursed as the spell was broken and she realized her plan had been completely revealed to the immortal.

"So, you intend to kill your lord now that you have a poison above all poisons, created from my own blood. To betray me!"

She paused and shook her head. "I-I ….Ka-Le....You must trust in me. Believe me, I would not let you perish. I have a cure." She turned and pulled out another vial that was filled with a clear, water-like liquid. "But I need a test subject. Try to understand. Many years ago, my father and I were on the brink of a great discovery, an attempt to create the ultimate weapon and a race far superior to mortal and vampires alike. But our work was disrupted when... well it doesn't matter. Now I seek to continue my work once more. However, I must first rid myself of the one of your kind that could perhaps stop me. Lucien Lacroix!"

He shook his head, the name meant nothing to him. "No, we will find another to test your poison. I will not participate in your lab work and if you ever try to do this again to me, I will sever your head from your body… very slowly. Do I make myself clear? Remember, you need me, but I DO NOT need you!"

He paced around her slowly, as if resisting the desire to sever her head here and now.

Suddenly concerned with the turn of events, Doctor Helen Kempacuff nodded.

"But whom shall we use as a test subject?"

Ka-Le grinned. "Don't worry, my dear, I will find someone."

...........

A few days later, a coffin was loaded onto a plane and a woman carrying a brief case in her hands boarded it also. Moments later, the plane took off. Its destination, New York City.

...........

UNCLE HQ, New York City, Present Day

The older man puffed on his pipe silently for a moment and then, putting the file down, swung the circular table and presented the file to his Number two, Section One agent, Napoleon Solo. Solo's Russian partner was standing just behind him, looking, Mr Waverly thought, rather pale and somber today. Obviously the young man had been up most of the night before, seeing Nick Knight off on his flight to the Ukraine.

Mr. Alexander Waverly knew, of course, of their relationship and though he was not against the union, he was concerned for his agents' well-being. He liked Nick Knight, but Nick was by nature a wanderer and liked to be alone, and he was still too concerned with himself and his own needs. Nick was also in personal conflict with his immortality as a vampire, doubting his way of life.

Illya, too, was a loner, and a mortal and though he would deny it in the face of hell itself, he hid a fragile heart. Illya had a deep-rooted need to be with someone, to belong. Someday, Nick would leave so he could have his freedom, and Waverly was concerned that Illya would not recover from this second abandonment in his life.

Waverly had partnered Napoleon and Illya together three years ago, hoping against hope that Solo would curb his libido and settle down. Settle down with the blond Russian. That, however, did not happen. They were good friends, excellent partners, but nothing more. He couldn't help but still believe that the two of them would be an even greater team if their relationship bloomed to something else. Alexander Waverly had an instinct for these things. These two men fit together, as snug as a hand in a glove.

His hope had been that Napoleon's sex life would then be under control and Illya would finally have someone to love him. In the end, Waverly would have a team that was unstoppable, needing only each other for survival.

But Napoleon Solo hadn't fallen for the golden-haired Russian and still sought comfort in the arms of sometimes very dangerous people. One of these days, Napoleon's taste for danger would be his downfall and that would precipitate the complex problem of having to find another heir to Waverly's throne.

Young people these days - they just aren't so easily manipulated, the chief grumbled to himself.

Napoleon Solo opened the file and began to look over the photos that were within.

Napoleon grimaced at the photos and passed them to Illya, who looked them over with more scientific curiosity.

"The first two men were photo graphed three weeks ago in Cairo, Egypt. They were found in a previously undiscovered tomb. Apparently they had found it, broken into the crypt and died. The pathologists said that they had both been drained of blood."

Napoleon shrugged his shoulders and fixed the cuffs on his three-piece suit.

"Some kind of occult ritual?" he asked.

"Perhaps. The two men, however, are known scientists who disappeared from a THRUSH Lab in London months before. They were last seen with a certain Helen Kempacuff."

Napoleon looked down at the photo of a woman, looking to be in her early forties, having reddish-brown hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a dark suit and her hair was tightly pinned back. Her face looked harsh and cold.

"Who is she?"

"Not much is known about her, actually. She is German. Her parents are deceased. They were apparently very important doctors who worked for Adolf Hitler during the second world war. ."

Illya looked up at this information and then lowered his eyes back to the photo that Napoleon was looking at.

"They were killed, she was taken to an orphanage and lived in Berlin for most of her life. By the time she left Berlin and moved to Austria, she had acquired several degrees in chemistry, biology and physics. From there she worked for a highly secret, classified government-funded program. Five years later, in the mid 50s, she vanished without a trace until three years ago, when she turned up in London, working at a university. I suppose it was there that she met those two men, Doctor Joshua Bates and Doctor Sam Davis. The two of them left London and whatever research they were working on brought them to Egypt."

"The woman wasn't found with the other two bodies?"

"No, and here is something else. Since then, about 10 other victims have turned up dead with the same prognosis – extreme loss of blood. Their bodies completely drained. One of the victims was the daughter of a very important ambassador and an old colleague of mine, which has led to quite a scandal. The citizens of Egypt fear that some sort of plague from the Gods has been sent amongst them."

Napoleon pushed the female photo aside and glanced at the following photos of the deceased victims, at least 6 young women and several men. They were exceptionally young and beautiful. All were blond.

Illya looked at the photos and caught the connection.

"Apparently the murderer liked blonds."

The two partners glanced at each other and then resumed their solemn look to their superior.

"Not only that, but they were all very young and attractive."

"Anything else, Sir?"

"Yes, Mr. Solo, quite a bit more. It seems that all these victims were raped. With the exception of two puncture wounds on the left side of their necks, they had no bruises or any injuries on their bodies, indicating that they put up resistance."

Unconsciously, Illya touched the side of his neck. Glancing at Waverly, he took a seat beside Napoleon and looked at the photos, noticing for the first time the marks on the necks.

"Somebody playing vampire?" Napoleon chuckled. Seeing Waverly's grimacing look, he stopped. "Do we have reason to believe that THRUSH is involved in this somehow?"

"Not directly, other than the fact that the two scientists, Bates and Davis, were working for them. The other victims, including Doctor Kempacuff, have no connection."

"So, you want us to board a flight and start an investigation on this?" asked Illya.

"Yes and no. Mr. Kuryakin, I want you to go to Egypt and see what else you can learn about these victims. Check out this tomb and anything that might reveal the perpetrator of these crimes."

Illya started to rise, as Napoleon cleared his throat.

"And myself, Sir?"

"You, Mr. Solo, are to find Dr. Kempacuff herself."

"And how do you suggest I do that, Sir?"

"Oh don't worry, Mr. Solo, you won't have to go too far. My sources have indicated that yesterday evening, the good doctor boarded a flight from Cairo, heading straight to New York City."

Napoleon rose and joined Illya near the doorway.

"Mr. Kuryakin, a moment of your time, please. Your flight doesn't leave for another two hours. Mr. Solo, you're dismissed." Illya nodded and then, turning to Napoleon, their eyes met.

"Do refrain from falling into too many women's arms, including this good doctor...I don't like the sounds of her....And remember you prefer blonds."

Napoleon grinned, patting Illya on the shoulder, and headed out the door. "Ah, but red-heads have such fire in them..."

Illya shook his head, smiling lightly, then, turning to face his superior, Illya dropped the smile.

"Sir?"

"You don't look very well Mr. Kuryakin...are you sure you will be up to travel?"

"Yes, Sir. I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I will rest on the plane."

"See that you do...." Rising, Waverly paced the room and then turned to Illya with a grave look on his face.

"You understand the implications of this?”

"Yes Sir."

"A vampire is on the loose and is being none to careful about who he kills. I need to know who this vampire is. What his or her agenda is."

"Yes Sir, and what if this Vampire proves not to be...forthcoming?"

"This Vampire is endangering the secrecy of the Others - a secret that is best kept in the dark. If he cannot be persuaded to be more careful or reasonable-"

"You want me to kill him?"

"If it is necessary. Yes. Destroy him. The secret of the vampires must be kept, no matter what the cost. Even if it means killing one of them."

Illya lowered his eyes and then looked back at him.

"But if I kill this Vampire, what if...some of the Others discover and take retaliation on me?"

Waverly smiled and shook his head. "There will be no retaliation. I have already spoken to someone of high authority, the (**2)Enforcers will stand aside as long as you make certain that this renegade vampire refuses to change his ways and conform with the High Order of Concealment. His death must be quick and clean."

Illya picked up the files and stared at the dead bodies. "You don’t think that he will conform?"

"No....and what I believe is the murderer and perpetrator of these crimes is more then just a renegade Vampire."

Shaking his head, Illya stared back at his superior.

“Why don't you have one of the enforcers, the special Taskforce deal with this?"

"At this time they cannot get involved. They have other issues to deal with."

"And Napoleon?" Illya asked. It was irksome that he was forced to keep secrets from his partner.

"He is still unaware of the existence of vampires."

"But he is my superior and he is to be your heir!"

"He is not ready for the knowledge. He is still...immature." Waverly sat down and his face scowled in displeasure.

"And I was more mature with the knowledge?" questioned Illya.

Waverly shook his head. "You saved one of the them, and the knowledge of the discovery makes you wiser then Solo. In time, when I feel he is ready, I will inform him of what he needs to know. But for now, he will remain in the dark." He paused, as if reading Illya’s mind, as he added. "I know you do not like to keep secrets from your partner, but some secrets are best left confidential - as I am aware that you keep secrets of your own from him?"

Illya knew he was talking about Nick and blushed slightly.

" Yes Sir," he replied simply.

Putting down the photos, Illya started to the door.

"Mr. Kuryakin...” Illya paused and waited, not turning to his boss.

"I suggest, though you may not believe in any religion, that you get yourself a crucifix to wear and...do be careful. I'd hate to have to inform Mr. Knight of your demise. He can get very emotional when someone he’s fond of, dies. Not to mention Mr. Solo, of course."

Getting the point, Illya turned and left.

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*Neningar: This is a name of a concentration camp made up by this writer.

**Ka-Leptumah: Also made up by this writer. No such tomb exists.

(**2) Enforcers: Some kind of Holy Vampire order in The Forever Knight series that has the ultimate control over their fellow kind. Think of them as CIA or MIB.

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Part Two

Illya was not surprised to see Napoleon Solo waiting for him at the elevator lifts.

"Hi, want a lift to your place and then to the airport?" Napoleon asked, pressing the call button.

Illya smiled lightly and got into the lift with him.

"Sure."

"You want to tell me what the old man said to you in the room?" Napoleon had a bad habit of coming straight to the point.

Illya shrugged, unable to resist. "He told me to wear a cross when I head to Egypt."

Napoleon shot Illya a look, unable to hide a smile.

"Sometimes I never quite know if you're kidding me."

Illya didn't reply. He only stared at the doors.

***

Packed and ready, Illya returned to Napoleon, who was waiting in his car. The street-lights came on, and for the first time, Illya realized the sun had gone down.

Heading out of the village, to end the quiet, he put on the radio and was trying to tune it to his favorite channel, when an eerie, breathy, dark voice came over the speakers.

"Good evening, children of the night...."

Napoleon raised an eye brow, pausing in mid-change, while Illya looked at it with astounded awe.

"This is the Night-Crawler speaking to you live on this beautiful moonlit night. You know how fondly I think of you, care for you, love you. Tonight I speak to you of the Love of a Father. Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love. Ah, Shakespeare - so immortal, so poetic. He can lift one's spirit into eternal darkness. He wrote many great stories - Romeo and Juliet...so bitter-sweet, many stories that speak of death, loyalty, possession and family. Speaking of family, it has been reported to me that my personal favorite, Knight, has up and left the great new city, temporarily. It would ease my mind immensely if someone was to phone in and give me some knowledge of his whereabouts? Now don't be shy, I am waiting for you."

"Sheesh! What the hell is this? Its too early for Halloween don't you think, Illya?"

He was about to change the channel, but Illya stayed his hand.

"Wait, Napoleon...I want to hear it."

Staring at his partner in disbelief, Napoleon changed the channel to a music station that was playing the newest Beatles hit. Illya winced and leaned back against his seat, unable to understand the sudden feelings that were running through him from the moment he heard the Night-Crawlers voice - a shiver of pleasure and something else, something undefinable.

"Don't be ridiculous! The guy is a maniac. Hopefully they will get him off the air and put on some guy with a little more style. I think this Night-Crawler smoked just a little too much of that green stuff."

Illya grimaced at his partner, and then lightly shook his head and, leaning back, enjoying the ride.

They arrived at the airport in plenty of time. Illya checked in and after sending his luggage off and clearing his weapons through security, he returned to Napoleon who was checking out the run-way. Several planes were out in the field and one was preparing to take off. Turning to his partner and friend, Napoleon looked down at the Russian and suddenly became very serious.

"Be careful, Tovarisch. Come back in one piece, ok? No unnecessary risks."

"You sound far too concerned, Napoleon. I can take care of myself."

"I know, it’s just that I hate the fact that Waverly is sending you off with no back up."

Illya smiled up at his partner, warmed by the concern in his voice.

“I'll be fine."

For a moment, the two just stared at one another and then, to Illya's astonishment, Napoleon unexpectedly hugged him. Illya hugged back, as Electricity seemed to shoot through them both and warmed each man. Then Solo turned and hurried away.

Shaking his head, bemused, Illya started for the gates. Sometimes Napoleon amazed him. *Just when I think you care nothing for anyone but yourself, you show me otherwise. Could you truly care for me deeper then you once said? Do I dare dream you have come to love me?*

Suddenly confused by his thoughts, Illya guiltily remembered Nick, with whom he shared a deep, caring relationship. *What would Nick think? Let it go, Illya. Napoleon loves women and only women, and if he does love you, it is only the love of a brother. Why is it then that whenever I look at you, Napoleon, my heart does a flip flop? Oh damn it, I still love you. Why, oh why, couldn't you love me in return?*

About to board the plane, Illya’s steps slowed. He suddenly had an overwhelming feeling that he was being watched, studied. Not only that, but he could feel the hairs on his arms stand on end. He could sense evil. A very strong presence of evil.

Unable to shake the sensation, he turned and glanced around the crowded airport, searching for the cause of his unease.

He spotted the figure just coming from another gate. He was tall and dark and dressed in a long cloak.

And his black eyes looked up and caught Illya's, freezing him to the spot. For a moment, the agent could feel his heart beating faster, racing with adrenaline. A voice seemed to come from nowhere, echoing around his head, urging him to come forward. Mesmerized by this persuasive force, Illya felt compelled to obey.

***

He was beautiful, not handsome, not good looking but a truly magnificent creature. Ka-Le was entranced the moment he spotted the young man standing at the gate. Ka’Le had lived a long time, traveled the world and met many a mortal but never had he seen one such as this. . . He was exquisite, a thing of beauty – an object to be possessed. He knew instantly that he would have this man. That this was the one he had been searching for and of all places to find him, in a sea of mortals in an airport.

It was destiny.

Ka-Le could look at a mortal and see their soul. This one's soul was bright and full of light and goodness – it would be a pleasure to corrupt. But more then anything, he was different from other mortals in some indefinable way. He had fire and great intelligence, a sensitive soul with purity of heart. He was perfection. No other could ever compare to this one. He must have him, he must, he must!. *Come to me, come to me, my lovely.*

***

Illya could feel the calling and though part of his mind and body felt compelled to obey there was another part of him screaming danger. Feeling the call starting to become stronger, Illya forced his mind to concentrate in not obeying the summons. ‘No, No I will not come!’ He closed his eyes and tried to push the voice back.

***

*Strong this one was.* Pleased beyond words, Ka’Le focused all his mental powers to make the young one move toward him. *You MUST Come to me! COME!*

So overcome was he with his own emotions and thoughts, that he did not feel the woman come up behind him, nudging his arm.

"Ready, we must hurry."

Angrily, he shook her hand off annoyed at the intrusion, his concentration broken as he turned away.

***

"Sir, your ticket?" The pretty young, blonde-haired stewardess smiled up at the cute, blond-haired man.

"What? Oh." Distracted, Illya looked away and handed the woman his ticket.

She looked it over and nodded. "All is in order. You may board the plane. The second row in the back. You have a window seat."

"Thank you." Illya said politely. He strode forward, forgetting the peculiar encounter with the stranger and as he entered the plane and took his seat, the strong feeling of evil dissipated.

***

The One had entered the plane and was now lost to him. He glared at the woman with barely controlled rage, aware of bustle of people around them.

"How dare you touch me! Look what you have done! I have lost him!"

The Doctor only looked at him in confusion. "I-I-I don't understand."

Seeing her statement, he shook off his anger and hurried to the nearby window.

He watched as the plane took off. Flight 203.

"Ka-Le what is it?" She came to his side, suddenly concerned with the change of events.

Shaking his head, Ka-Le turned to her. "Find out the names of all the people that boarded that plane. I want that list in my hands by nightfall tonight, including their destinations. Do you understand?"

She nodded lightly. "Of course, now can we head to the hotel? We have much to do. Daylight will be coming soon."

He paused and glanced back to look out at the window. The plane had gone, but the image of that stunning mortal was still impressed on his mind. He would find him, and when he did, he would cross him over. It was time he forgot about his ancient pupil and time to move on, to find someone else worthy of his attention. The blond-haired young man would make a lovely new addition to his life in eternity. Yes, he would make the ideal companion, slave,...lover.

He nodded and taking her arm into his own they grabbed their belongings and headed out of the airport.

***

"Boy, I can't stand this place Nick. They all speak a foreign language."

Nick looked wryly at his slightly overweight and balding partner, and smiled.

'That's because we are in a foreign country, Schanke."

"I know. But really, they speak Russian and very little English and it’s making me nervous. What if they think we’re spies and they decide to, you know, kill us for being American?"

Nick laughed when he saw that Schanke was once again pulling his leg. He always liked to pretend he wasn’t too smart. The bad guys fell for it and that was often a fatal mistake. Nick headed to his rented car, while Schanke stood at the office building. Nick decided to play along.

"But we are spies, Schanke, and besides, not to worry - only one of us is American, so I think I am safe. Thanks for the concern though."

Schanke chuckled.

"General Mira Kolengen is waiting for you inside. She is reliable and loyal to UNCLE. You can start going over that list Waverly gave us and see what you can find about the possible mole."

"But where are you going?"

"Just going to see an old friend. I won't be long."

"Old friend? Here? How would you-"

Nick smiled put on a pair of dark glasses and started the engine, waving as he spun off, leaving Schanke alone on the sidewalk.

"-know anyone here? Oh man, bet this General looks like Frankenstein's Monster."

Turning, he saw a tall, strong-looking woman staring at him from the doorway.

It was obvious, from the look in her eyes, that she had over heard him. He gulped.

"Oh boy."

***

Part three

His sources sent him into the outskirts of Kiev. He had been here once before, about several decades ago. Not much had changed. Or, perhaps, everything had.

Finding the correct address, he parked the car and spotting the dark, dimly-lit building, made his way towards it. It looked old and run down. The door was unlocked and stepping in, Nick felt the cold go through him. He put away his sunglasses and surveyed the room.

He stared into the darkness and saw what he was looking for. He walked quietly down the long empty hallway, stopping at the door at the end of the hall. He waited in front of it and then heard the voice call to him.

"Come on in Nick. I've been expecting you."

Smiling, Nick opened the door, to see a small room. Inside, he could see a man sloppily dressed in a worn-out cardigan, and corduroy house-slippers. Having long, unkept hair, sitting at a desk, looking over files and stacks of papers. He was typing something up and seeing Nick, he paused and gave him a fang-like grin.

"Aristotle."

"Vachon told me to expect you. He told you where I was?" the old man asked.

"Yes, I was happy to learn you were exactly where I needed you to be."

"I'm always where I need to be. I'm here, aren't I? I really hate this place though, Nick, really I do. I was here a long time ago and been back for the past 5 years and about had it with this new government. They're really boring and so lacking in a sense of humor."

Smiling, Nick went to his friend and, finding one corner of the desk paper-free, sat on it.

"So what can I do for you, Nick?"

"I need a favor."

"Don't you always? What's the matter? Lacroix a little too close for comfort in New York and you've decided to come here and live? My suggestion - don't. Besides, you know it's useless. He will find you wherever you go. Someone will always inform him of where you are and what you do."

"Like you?"

"I owed him Nick. I didn't have a choice." The old Vampire sighed and was unable to meet Nick's eyes. "Sorry, and you know Lucien he can be a bit - forceful, at times. You should just give it up, Nick, give up the foolish notion of becoming mortal again. It's stupid really, and this going on your own thing?... Safety is in numbers. 800 years old and you still need looking after."

Aristotle spotted the lint on Nick's sleeve and brushed it off. "And a new tailor. That suit, where did you pick that up from, a Markets discount store?"

Nick sighed and gently waved the hands away.

"I am not here to talk about myself or my relationship with Lacroix. I need help and you owe me for your....squealing."

Aristotle looked back, offended. "Nick, I said I was sorry. You know he loves you and worries about you, we all do. Everybody loves you, you big lug you."

Tapping the desk to press the returned issue, Aristotle sighed.

"Ok, shoot."

"I need you to look up all information you have on a World War Two, a concentration camp, called Neningar."

Aristotle went to get a pen to write the name down, but paused at the name.

"Neningar? I don't have to look that up. I know all about that place."

Startled, Nick looked at the vampire. "What can you tell me about it?"

"Who wants to know about that hell on earth?"

"Aristotle?"

Pausing, Aristotle gave in. "All right. What do I know? Well, let's see. Back in, I believe it was mid 1940s, Neningar was created to be a sort of experimental camp. A lot of captured Russians, including some living here in Kiev, were taken there. Some scientists, with Hitler's backing, were seeking ways to create a Master race."

"For what purpose?"

"Hitler wanted to create the perfect fighting-machine, a soldier above all soldiers, and rid the world of inferior beings. Fruitcake, truly, but a genius. He brought only those who met his standards and used them as guinea pigs."

"What kind of standards?"

"Well, this was mostly a women's camp, women that met the Arian criteria: blond hair, blues eyes. That is just the physical makeup, not including searching through their history to make sure of no deformities in their genetic background. In essence, he was trying to secure the perfect form."

Looking away, Aristotle suddenly looked nervous.

"It would have been a farce if Hitler hadn't learned about us in the process."

"He knew about us?"

"Yeah, he sort of stumbled on our kind when, ah, a particular person from our species had tried to bring him across. Purely for amusement."

Nick sighed in annoyance. "Lacroix?"

"Bingo! Anyway, before we knew what he was up to, we were captured. Stupid really, right in the middle of the daylight. Remind me never to sleep under a bridge again, does nothing for one's complexion, to say nothing of the smell - just reeks for days."

"We?" Nick cut in, trying to get Aristotle back on track.

"Lacroix and myself and a few others. Hitler was going to try to use our genetic chemistry to create offspring. That was the scariest two months of my life, I tell you."

Nick looked on at him, waiting for more information.

"Even among us, Hitler had standards and before long, there were only three of us left. The third was a young vampire by the name of Shia Laang. The Scientist heading this project was a Doctor Kempacuff."

"Surely creating offspring was an impossibility. We cannot reproduce."

Aristotle cut him off. "Normally, no. In some ways, Lacroix was fascinated over this procedure they were trying, and this doctor managed to somehow come up with a way to hybrid the foundation. Twenty-one women were injected with our mutated genes and they became pregnant."

Growing pale at the implications, Nick rubbed at the tension in his brow. He always wondered why Illya’s blood tasted unique to other mortals and now he knew.

"And let me guess, the allies attacked and the women were all killed and you and Lacroix managed to escape. What of the other vampire, this Shia?"

"Died. He was killed when a bomb went off and a sharp flying piece of wood lodged itself in his heart. Nasty way to go, really. Well, anyway, when the experiment was under way, the Doctor had refused to feed us. It had been weeks since we fed and well, before we managed to escape, Lacroix kind of got hungry."

Aristotle smiled at the memory of Lacroix feeding on the good Doctor. Later, he had made a meal of an escaping Nazi soldier.

Shaking his head, Nick got to his feet and began to pace the room. Would that mean Illya was part vampire? And either Lacroix, Shia or Aristotle was Illya's father? He could be talking to Illya's father right now.

Unable to face Aristotle, Nick placed a hand on the wall and tried to collect his thoughts, wondering how to proceed. What Pandora's box had he just opened?

"Nick, why all of a sudden a need to know about this place? You and Janette were in Paris at the time? What is it?"

Taking a breath, Nick shrugged.

"Aristotle, what if one of the women survived and she bore a child?"

Aristotle laughed. "Then I guess that would make one of us a father...why?" Catching the meaning, Aristotle dropped the smile. "Someone survived?"

"I have to be sure. Are there any surviving records?"

"Ah, no, no Nick it was all burned...wait." Aristotle paused, thinking.

"Wait, after the attack, I remember that a Russian infantry team went in. They, ah, scraped up whatever remained in the lab, although not much. I did see several military trucks carry away a few crates. I didn't think anything of it at the time."

"Do you know who led the Allied attack?"

"Ah, not off hand, but I can find out."

"And can you find out where those crates were taken?"

"It may take some time but, yeah, Nick." Aristotle rose and reached for Knight. His hand touched his shoulder.

"Tell me,” he asked quietly, “ is this child still alive? Is it like one of us?"

Nick didn't confront Aristotle right away. When he did, his eyes were stern and set.

"First, let's find out who's genetic material was placed in each woman? Ok?"

"Nick, if this child is alive and mortal, you know that I...that we cannot permit him to exist as he is. If he is a part of our blood and if he is mortal, it is our obligation to make him one of us. Otherwise, by our law, he would have to be killed."

Shaking his head, Nick grabbed Aristotle by the neck. "No! No one touches him. Not you, not Lacroix! Not anyone!"

The vampire looked at Nick and pulled away from the grip.

"If he is my son, you know that I would never allow him to come to harm. But if it’s Lacroix, he, will have to be told."

"NO!"

"He will learn of this anyway. Besides, if this child lives and is mortal, he is virtually naked and without protection. It would be better if it came from you."

"No! Not yet. First lets figure out who his father is." And, for the first time in his life, Nick began to pray that Illya would turn out to be the son of Aristotle. For if Illya turned out to be the son of Lacroix.... Lacroix could be capable of doing anything. He could kill Illya out of malice, thinking Illya a mortal error and mistake of creation. Or worse, bring him across.

If he did, Illya, like himself, would never be free. Lacroix would never let go of those whom he feels belong to him. They are his possession until death. Illya would, in the end, become nothing more then a twin of Nick, and an eternal slave. In the hands of Lacroix, that would be worse then any existing hell.

***

"Have you come up with anything, Mr. Solo?"

Napoleon looked up from his paper work to speak to the man on the phone.

"Not much, Sir. I have narrowed down my search to several possible names of passengers that arrived in New York earlier this evening. I'm going to start searching hotels now and check them out tomorrow."

"Very well. If you learn anything else, let me know."

Napoleon returned the phone to its place and looked over his list. At least several names didn't check out, including some passenger called Ka-Le and his wife who arrived tonight on a flight from Egypt. So far, he couldn't find a record of this Ka-Le in any of UNCLE'S archives. Putting him on the top of the list, Napoleon found that the suspects had taken a room at the airport hotel. Tomorrow, he would start his search. Right now he needed some shut-eye. He was beat.

Starting to get to his feet, Napoleon suddenly thought of his partner heading to Egypt at this moment. Why on earth did I hug him? Why do I suddenly feel like something bad is about to happen? Something evil. Like I may never see Illya again.

Napoleon shook himself. Get a grip, Napoleon Solo. Illya is a big boy he can take care of himself. But still, Napoleon really did not like it when Illya went on a mission with no back up. No-one to look out for him. Safeguard him.

Grabbing his coat, Napoleon wondered why in the past eight months the Russian had entered his thoughts this way - more so then usual. Maybe because Illya was having a fling with that upstart Nick Knight.

Oh yeah, he knew that they were together, ever since that mission in Canada. The two hit it off, and when they were in a room together, the Russian only had eyes for Knight. Damn the heathen.

Napoleon tried to warn Illya not to get involved with the mysterious agent, but Illya had only told him to mind his own business. Ever since then, Napoleon had been looking in the direction of his partner and did not like what he was seeing or feeling.

Nick was not trustworthy. He was too secretive, far too good-looking and too sure of himself. Napoleon consoled himself that he was right to be concerned for his partner's well-being. After all, Illya had to have someone to look out for him.

Nick was a wanderer, and someday he would just up and leave. Disappear without a trace. Where would that leave Illya? Alone and heart-broken. I swear, if that bastard hurts Illya, I will break every bone in his body.

Turning in his badge and seeing the female secretary bat her eyes, he shrugged. Then, realizing his ill manners, gave her a wink, even though his heart was not in it.

Starting up his car, he headed for his apartment up town.

Half way there, his thoughts still firmly on his partner, Napoleon realized that he was more then concerned for Illya having a relationship with Nick Knight. Not because it was with someone else but because it wasn't with him.

Well, Illya had asked once and he wouldn’t t ask again. I have only myself to blame. But at the time, how could I explain to Illya that I had just ended a long relationship and just wasn't ready for another one, especially with a man? It was too soon. It didn't take Napoleon long to realize his mistake, but by then it was too late. Illya had started looking elsewhere, and then - bam - Nick Knight entered the picture.

Creep! Low-life jerk! Home-wrecker! Thinks he can steal my partner away from me, the bastard. Illya is mine, not his, MINE! I saw him first. Illya had eyes for me long before he came into the picture! He belongs to me! Not him, ME!

It was then Napoleon realized he was jealous - insanely and completely jealous. He hated Nick Knight and he was, perhaps, always had been in love with Illya.

If only he could change the past. If only that damn Knight guy would just vanish. Maybe then he could lure Illya back.

Lure? What the hell am I thinking? Napoleon parked his car and headed into his apartment complex, bypassing several lovely women who’s sensibilities were hurt when the usually appreciative Solo didn't even give them a glance.

Illya is in love with someone else. I had my chance. Now it's over. He would have to accept that. He would just have to settle for Illya's partnership and friendship.

As he got into bed, thirty minutes later, Napoleon was wondering who was on top, Illya or Nick? When Napoleon closed his eyes and began to dream, his dreams were filled with one blond Russian in his arms, being made love to.

***

On a plane heading for Egypt a young, blond Russian slept in peaceful slumber. The stewardess paused as she passed through, wondering whether to disturb the young man and see if he would like some food, but in the end, decided he needed his rest and moved on to the next passenger. Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin continued to sleep.

-------------End of Book one-------------------

Book Two

Part one

Napoleon made the usual checks on the list of suspects as he continued his search for the elusive Doctor Helen Kempacuff. He left the airport hotel, having cleared all on his list except for two passengers- a man called Ka-Le and his wife, who had boarded the London flight via Cairo, Egypt.

They were currently booked into the Ritz hotel in Manhattan. It would take over an hour to get to that part of town and it was just now nearing lunch-time.

His stomach growled a protest and, unable to resist, he took a short break at a nearby vendor to grab a corn dog and soda before continuing on to his destination. As he spun the car back into the traffic, Napoleon wondered what Illya was doing at this moment.

***

Illya carefully scrutinized each of the victim’s bodies, paying special attention to bite marks. The marks were deep and the flesh torn ragged around the wounds. This killer had been in a feeding frenzy.

Illya thought of Nick and how he took great pains to be careful with his taking, even in the height of passion, when loss of control was greatest.. The wounds were small, the blood loss minimal, and the breach carefully sealed.

This vampire, had been unconcerned about being detected. He had killed these people in an orgy of lust and violence. It had been brutal and their deaths must have been agony .

“Have there been any more killings?” he asked the doctor.

“No, as quickly as the attacks started, they ended. We can only pray that this will be the end.”

Illya shook his head, knowing for certain it was far from over. “Was there anything on the two Doctors that were found at the tomb?”

“I have their belongings here.”

The Morgue doctor turned and, pulling out a drawer, presented a large clear package.

Illya took the bag and opened it, looking over the contents carefully; two wallets with everything intact including credit cards, over 100 pounds of British money, a pack of cigarettes, a pack of matches, gum, and one little black book.

Confiscating it, Illya returned the rest of the contents back to the package.

“This tomb? Has anyone been near it since?”

“No Sir, the police and government officials agreed with the U.N.C.L.E. to seal it off until a full investigation has been done. Not even our detectives and law officers have entered it.”

“Good, I would like to see this tomb. Right away if possible?”

“Of course, I will contact the Commandant and will have him send someone to take you there.”

“Thank you.”

Seeing that nothing else was to be found, Illya left the morgue. Once outside, Illya took out the black book, and began to flick through the pages.

His first discovery was that the writings were in two different language - Latin and what appeared to be German. Obviously someone did not want anyone finding this book to be able to decipher the contents too easily. .

Fortunately, Illya was fluent in over 11 different languages and could easily make out what was written. Even so, what he read did not make sense.

Hearing the sound of a jeep a few moments later, Illya put the book in his pocket and saw a military man pull up and wave to him.

“Mr. Kuryakin? I am LT Hasam. I was sent to take you the Ancient tomb.” the driver called.

Illya shook his hand. “How far is it?”

“It’s about two hour’s drive.”

Illya slipped into the passenger seat. “Then I guess we’d best get started.”

As they rode in silence, heading away from the city and into the desert, Illya couldn’t help but wonder how Nick was doing in The Ukraine.

***

Nick sat down in the chair and stared at Schanke who was right now helping the authorities book the THRUSH mole. Taking out his communicator pen, Nick made radio contact with U.N.C.L.E. in New York.

“Open channel D, overseas relay to New York. Mr. Waverly?”

“Waverly here. How goes your search, Mr. Knight?”

“We have found the mole.”

Schanke’s voice cut in as he handcuffed the thug and handed him over to the Russian authorities where he would continue to go through the due process of this government.

“Who found the mole?”

“ How did you find the mole?” Waverly asked.

Nick winced and then, smiling, replied, “It appears that General Mira Kolengen, a well-trusted secretary, was not so trustworthy. The Authorities here will see to the rest of the details and send you a report tomorrow.”

“Excellent news, Mr. Knight. When will you and Mr. Schanke be returning to New York?”

“I have arranged a flight tonight. Any news I should be aware of on Mr. Kuryakin and Mr. Solo Sir?”

For some reason at this moment Nick suddenly needed and wanted to hear Illya’s voice. Something wasn’t right, his senses were on alert and he needed reassurance.

“Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin are currently on a top-secret mission; I will give you details on your return. I will expect you promptly, as soon as you arrive in New York. Waverly out.”

The communication ended and Nick listened to static for a moment, deep in thought. Closing off the pen, he turned to see Schanke looking down at him.

“The Boss has spoken.”

Schanke raised his eyebrows and shot his partner a screwed up grin. Nick looked away.

“Say, what are you so worried about with the Men from UNCLE? Napoleon and Illya are two of the best. I lay a wager right now, wherever they are, it probably involves beautiful women and lots of caviar.”

Nick wasn’t so certain, and with the latest discovery regarding Illya’s past, Nick was growing more and more concerned for his lover.

“Yeah, sure.” His voice was less than convincing.

Schanke pulled him to his feet. “Come on, we have a few hours before that flight. Lets go get some grub.... I hear Middle Eastern food is really good.”

Hearing this Nick grimaced at his partner. “What you need is a large blood-red steak to fill that cavernous stomach of yours and for once, you are going to buy me dinner.”

Swallowing, Nick allowed himself to be dragged away, scowling, out the door.

***

Illya lit a torch and entered the tomb alone while the Lt waited for him in the jeep.

The staircase was still covered with dust and stones, debris left behind when Dr Kempacuff made her entry. There had been no finesse, no careful unveiling. Intent on one thing, she’d bludgeoned her way into the tomb.

As he entered the main tomb, Illya was amazed to see many untouched treasures. He recognized one of the gold statues as being the Egyptian God Bes of Bisu, who was known to ward off evil spirits. There were faded friezes along the walls, depicting the Gods and Goddesses; Horus, Osiris and Nephthys, the goddess of night. But the most prominent was a large statue made of what appeared to be solid gold, standing over an open sarcophagus - Seker the God of the dead.

Turning his gaze to the open sarcophagus, Illya looked at the top seal and carefully read the Hieroglyphics within the cartouche. “The Tomb of Ka-Leptumah.” He brushed away time-accumulated dirt beneath the oval cartouche and read the words beneath. “Here lies The Dark Old One. May the gods have mercy on the souls of those who release him and return the Ultimate...Evil to the Earth. He that lies within is the bringer of death. Beware the Dark Knight.”

Illya turned his attention to the stone sarcophagus and discovered more writings on the bottom. A depiction of a woman with the head of a lion. The words were hard to see, worn with time. It took Illya’s entire concentration to read the inscription. “Sekhmet, The sun- avenging goddess.” He searched his memory for information.

“Sekhmet. She ravaged the earth, sucking blood from the people, and almost totally wiping out humankind before an angry Ra could stop her. She was created when he ripped out his eye and threw it to the earth. ...The origins and creation of the first Vampires?”

He cleared away more dust and dirt and uncovered more pictures, one showing a birth, and another a child, and then finally, something that didn’t make sense to Illya. Here, in this previously undisturbed relic of ancient Egypt, there was a symbol that was not Egyptian, but of Roman origin.

It depicts the picture of what looked like Aeternitas.

“The Phoenix rising from the flames.”

The Phoenix was a bird that rose from the dead, symbolizing Immortality.

“Now what in the world are you doing here in Egypt?” Illya murmured to himself. He took out his communicator pen. “Open channel D, Overseas Relay. Illya Kuryakin reporting in.”

Waverly sat down at his desk and switched on the intercom. “Go ahead Mr. Kuryakin.”

“Sir, I am currently standing in the tomb of Ka-Leptumah.”

Waverly sat back, his face paling slightly. “And?”

“I’ve found a sarcophagus... It appears to be empty, ” he added blithely.

Lost in dark thoughts, Waverly didn’t respond.

Illya continued. “There are many hieroglyphics of Egyptian Gods, meant to protect and keep the tomb from being broken into, I guess. What I find interesting, is that inside the sarcophagus are the pictures of two Demi Gods. Sekhmet, and the Roman God Aeternitas. Which is confusing since this is supposed to be an ancient Egyptian tomb.”

Waverly lowered his head. His hands mopped at the beads of sweat that had appeared on his brow. “Continue.” His voice suddenly grim.

“It appears that the good Doctor was not interested in treasure since nothing else seems to be missing, but what ever was in side the sarcophagus...is gone.”

“So he has been released.”

“Sir?” Illya waited for an explanation but none came. “I also have a black book I confiscated that belonged to the two Thrush scientists. It may be worth checking with our languages department..”

Waverly spoke brusquely over the intercom. “Return to New York immediately.”

“But shouldn’t I continue to search for this Vampire?”

“Have there been any other murders Mr. Kuryakin?”

“Ah, no Sir.”

“Then it is obvious that he is no longer in Egypt.”

Illya was about to ask why he should not stay in Europe to continue the search, when Waverly replied.

“Just an hour ago, I received news from the NYPD that a young woman was found dead in an alleyway. Doctor Lambert and Mark Slate were sent down to investigate. It appears the victim fits in with those found in Cairo. Two puncture marks, sexually assaulted and drained of blood. It would seem our Killer has come to New York.”

“With Doctor Kempacuff’s help?”

“Willingly or unwillingly, it appears so.”

“I will return at once, Sir. Kuryakin out.”

Illya closed the channel and glanced about as he headed for the door. Something caught his eye, halting his step. The statue of Seker the God of the dead. A medallion, gleaming like a newly struck coin, hung from the God’s hands. Reaching for it, Illya gasped as a sudden rush of energy passed through his hands, into his body.

There was no pain and the energy rush was so transient, Illya doubted his own senses. Taking it, Illya held it in his hands and stared at the imprint of a picture of Isis, the ‘mother of all creation’ and the Goddess of Day.

Illya suddenly felt compelled to put the amulet on. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt as if this was something important, something special calling to him. He tucked it underneath his shirt, turned and left the tomb. He was just about back to the jeep when the ground began to rumble and shake.

Stunned, Illya turned back to see the tomb suddenly cave in and once more the world was closed to its secrets and treasures. When the rumbling stopped, Illya could see that it would take years, perhaps decades, before any excavation dig would be able to get into the tomb. Not sure what or why, Illya took the hint and, getting into the jeep, spoke to the Lt.

“Hotel please, and then to the airport.”

The Lt looked at him and, after a moment of incredulity, started up the jeep and quickly headed back to the city of Cairo.

***

It took Napoleon longer to get to the hotel than planned - half-way there, his car got a flat. Two hours later he finally arrived at his destination.

Napoleon showed his ID to the clerk, obtained the room number of Ka-Le and started for the elevator. Ka-Le’s room was on the ninth floor of the building. Napoleon walked by each door in the hallway looking for the one number he wanted, 911. Napoleon was about to knock on the door when a feeling of coldness overcame him. Shivering slightly, Napoleon shrugged it off and knocked on the door twice.

He heard no movement or footsteps, but a moment later the door opened. Napoleon looked up into two dark, piercing eyes.

“Yes, How may I help you?” the richly accented voice asked. Middle Eastern, if Napoleon had to guess.

Napoleon quickly took in the man’s appearance. Dressed all in black, he matched the sombre decor of the room. His handsome face stood out starkly in contrast to the darkness. No lights were on and the one window in the room was blacked out by heavy drapes. The only illumination was from two glowing candles centered on the chest of drawers.

“Napoleon Solo.” He quickly pulled out his badge and showed it to the man. The man didn’t look at it. His eyes never left Solo’s face. “From the U.N.C.L.E. United Network Command of Law and Enforcement, ” Napoleon added slowly.

The dark man smiled down at his visitor. Two handsome men in less then twenty four hours? This America was truly a blessed place. Without thought, he licked his lips and studied the mortal before him.

Young, handsome, well dressed. Quite good looking. Not blond, as he found he now preferred since entering this new world, but no one can be perfect. And you take where you can.

At once Ka-Le could sense that this one, like the blond he had seen earlier, had much potential. He had intellect - not as strong as the other one, but it was there. Great strength, a sort of chivalry about him. It was alluring. Perhaps, as much as he desired a love-mate, he could also make room for a servant. A consort that could meet his needs when the blond was thus occupied.

“What brings you to my door, Mr. Solo? Tell me.” Ka-Le purred, his voice

Napoleon suddenly felt uneasy as the eyes of Ka-Le seemed to be totally focused on him. He had been about to tell him a lie, claiming to be a salesman or a family member of the Doctor, but for some unknown reason he had lost all sense of mental control and seemed compelled to tell this person everything.

“I am searching for a woman, named Helen Kempacuff.” He swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as the man raised his hand and gently touched Napoleon’s hair.

Unable to help himself, Napoleon trembled at the touch. The man had an aura about him - a dark aura.

*Most Pleasing! This American seems to be quite perceptive.*

“Really? Why don’t you step inside a moment? I’m afraid I don’t know a woman by that name. But please ....come!”

Ka-Le strode into the room leaving the door open. Napoleon took in a deep breath and followed him inside. Deep inside, his subconscious said this was wrong, that he should flee from this man. he wanted to run and found that he couldn’t.

Silently, the door closed behind them.

***

She arrived an hour later, to see Ka-Le sitting on the bed, looking over an unfamiliar man. Putting down her suitcase, she looked at her Master in confusion.

“What is going on? Who is this? I do not mind you having an early snack but to bring the prey here is not wise.”

Stroking Napoleon’s hair, Ka-Le remained where he was. Solo looked as if he was half asleep or in a trance-like state. He didn’t move or respond to the caresses. His coat had been removed, along with his tie, and his shirt was slightly rumpled and open at the collar. He looked unconcerned, normal - . Except for the eyes They seemed to look far away, as though his thoughts were on another plane.

Ka’Le glanced briefly in her direction. “I do not intend to make him a meal, I intend to bring him across. He has a strong mind, this one. He will make a fitting companion. He has fought me for over an hour and I just now managed to...control him. Handsome, don’t you think?”

She scowled back, unimpressed. “What do you need a companion for? You are a Vampire, you don’t need anyone.”

Ka-Le, laughed. Remaining where he was, he slipped his finger nails down Solo’s chest, enjoying the feel of his skin and the flicker of fear within the dark brown eyes.

“I have been imprisoned alone for almost 2,000 years,” Ka-Le explained, as though to a child. “Even someone such as I, has needs and desires. And I desire a companion. It is our way to always travel with a consort. Which reminds me, did you get that list of passengers?”

“Yes, but I haven’t gotten much information about them.” She pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. “I haven’t had time. I had to work quickly to make my little potion.”

Ka-Le was not happy with her candid display about the search for the blond he had seen at the airport. Mortals are so single minded. They did not understand the importance of taking one thing at a time. All she was interested in was revenge.

He looked at the names on the paper. None of them revealed the alluring creature he had vowed to make his own.

Kempacuff continued. “I have also located the local hang-out of your kind. A night club called the Raven. I managed to find out that Lucien Lacroix is often a special guest there. It seems the Raven is run by one of his creations, a lady called Janette. She will be the first. I will infect her and then she will infect him....and then...then.” Her rambling cut short when she spotted the open wallet on the bed - Napoleon’s ID.

“U.N.C.L.E? He is with U.N.C.L.E?”

“Yes, an international organization bent on world peace. What of it?” Ka-Le returned his attention to the mortal and moving in slowly, began to lick across his neck. He was thirsty and needed to sustain himself until nightfall. A few sips would do this one no real harm, just temporarily weaken him. And that would be a good thing.

“How could an U.N.C.L.E. agent possibly be here? Why is he here?”

Ka-Le laughed and looked up at her forgetting his intended snack for the moment. “Searching for you of course.”

She swallowed hard, fear darkening her eyes.

“It appears my victims have caused a little stir in the organization and they have decided to investigate the deaths of your colleagues. It appears that mortals, at least these particular ones, are rather astute. Although,” he said, returning his gaze to the prostrate man on his bed, “this one didn’t believe in Vampires....he does now” He lightly lifted Napoleon’s chin. “Don’t you, my darling.”

Solo didn’t respond.

“Kill him!” Kempacuff screeched.

Ka-Le shook his head. “No, I have decided to have another companion as well as the blond I saw at the airport last night. This one will make a lovely sex slave.”

“He is a danger to our plans, he must be killed. I will find you another.”

Ka-Le moved so fast, that the Doctor didn’t see the danger until she was suddenly being shaken in the vampires arms., His grip tightened on her as he bared his fangs and his eyes glowed blood red.

“Don’t you DARE try to run me! I am Master. I am the one who is in control! Do you understand? Do you?” He shook her, emphasizing the question. “I am one of the first to cross over, as Ancient as time itself! To anyone else I would be a GOD! I will not tolerate any more of your silly emotional outbursts!”

Filled with fear, she nodded numbly. “I-I am sorry Ka-Le....I apologize deeply. I sometimes forget myself. Forgive me?”

He stared at her for a moment, deciding whether or not to rip open her throat and kill her right now. No, not yet, not yet. She still had her uses.

“You are forgiven.” he said graciously. He released her and turned away to return to his newest amusement. Solo was still as stone as he paced around him.

“This Lucien Lacroix...he is an old vampire, isn’t he?” Ka-Le asked as if not really caring to know the answer.

“Yes, it is rumored that he is one of the oldest living, about 2,000 years old....only a select few still exist. When my father met him, I overheard them talking about his past. He was a General in the Roman Empire and for a time lived in Pompeii. Probably near its destruction by Mount Vesuvius.”

“Two thousand years. I wonder if he would know what happened to my pupil? Very well, we will go to the Raven tonight. I will divert attention and speak to this Lacroix and you will begin your potion. Just be sure that I am not anywhere near the contagion when it is done. Clear?”

“Yes My Lord.”

She felt relaxed now - she would have her revenge at long last. Then after the numbers of Vampires had dwindled she would destroy the disease herself and then claim immortality from Ka-Le, as he had promised. She tired of this mortal body and after she became a Vampire she would overthrow THRUSH and, in turn, all the governments of the world.

As for Ka-Le, he would no longer be important and she would rid herself of him as well. Yes, everything was going according to plan. She saw Ka-Le glance at his watch.

“It is night. Shall we go?” he asked.

As they made their way out the door, the Doctor paused to glance back at their guest. “What of him?”

“He will stay here.”

Ka-Le walked over to the figure and looked down at Solo. “You will report in to your command, and inform them that you have found nothing and will be in contact with them in the morning. After that, destroy the communicator and any homing device that is on you. Then...you will sleep and dream of me.”

Taking out the communicator pen, Napoleon, as if in a dream, began to open the channel.

Laughing, Ka-Le turned and left with the doctor.

Napoleon did as he had been told. He reported in to UNCLE and gave his statement. “I have found nothing yet, I will report in the morning. Solo out.”

Turning slowly, he put his communicator down on the floor and, without hesitation, picked up his shoe and proceeded to break the pen into several small pieces. Removing a gold cufflink from his shirt, he did the same to it. Then getting back onto the bed, he laid his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

His dreams were nightmares, filled with the images of an ancient vampire ripping open his throat and drinking his blood.

***

Nick and Schanke arrived in New York and immediately went to HQ to give their report.

As Schanke did the paper work, Nick took the time to look over his messages. He was eager to see if a message had been left by Illya, but instead all he heard was the French accent of Janette, on his answering machine.

“Nicolai, this is Janette. Please come to the Raven tonight. It is imperative. We need to talk.”

Short and mysterious. Not liking this news and wondering if Aristotle had gone back on his word to keep silent, he turned to Schanke. “I have to go out for a little bit, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Schanke looked up. “What? But that means I have to do the full report. This isn’t fair, Nick, leaving me to do all the labor.”

Nick smiled slyly at his partner. “ I owe you a free dinner.”

Food always bought a way into his heart, Schanke went back to his report muttering low under his breath. “Schanke I am! Sucker is stamped on my forehead.”

Handing over his badge to the secretary, Nick headed out the door. Once in his car, he couldn’t resist turning on the radio and tuning in to Night Watch.

“This is the Night Crawler speaking and there is an unsettling feeling tonight. Mystics walking far and across the open seas treading distant lands. What lays beyond in those strange worlds? What do they carry to lead them back to whence they came. Perhaps those who journey far and wide will make an excursion to something worth more of one’s time and come on down to the Raven where one can drink and be merry with old acquaintances.”

Nick growled angrily and shut it off. Damn him! Will I never be free? Putting on his signal he made a left turn and headed for the Raven.

The Nightclub was full of life and many patrons. Some were mortals while others hid in shadows or joined the mortals on the dance floor, mingling with the crowd. The music blared loudly and the room was cast in dark shadows with only some illuminating flashing lights. The air smelled of smoke and a dry musty odor.

Nervously, Janette looked at the scene behind the bar. She held a glass in her hand filled with a red liquid. The bartender beside her scurried about handing drinks to the customers and waitresses. He glanced only briefly at the skimpy blood red dress she wore then returned to his duty.

She was young-looking with her long raven-colored hair but her eyes, black as bottomless pits, told another story of her age. Exasperated, she took out a long cigarette and lit it. Where is he? I called him at sun down. That was more then two hours ago.

She had no sooner had those thoughts that Nick Knight made his appearance. He came in past the doorway, dressed quite handsomely, with a black, open necked shirt, a dark pair of pants and a heavy, dark blue jacket. He looked stunning.

Smiling, she waited for him as he slowly made his way towards her. He looked around the room, more hesitant and cautious than usual. He knew Lacroix was here, somewhere. Waiting.

Damn Janette, this had better be an emergency or he would never come again when she called like some obedient school boy.

Seeing her standing behind the bar he nodded and walked towards her. It was then a sudden feeling came over him. Someone was watching him. Someone - not Lacroix. There was a presence in the room that was ancient. Several others had sensed it as well, looking briefly around the room before dismissing it as if it had been a passing wind blowing through the room. They returned to their business.

Nick didn’t. He couldn’t.

He sensed not only something ancient in the room, but something that was pure evil. Shaking the ominous feeling off, he reached Janette and with a small smile on his lips, took her hand and kissed it.

“You called and I came. What can I do for you Janette? What emergency brings me to your door? It had better be important.”

He added that last part with a hint of warning. Janette, however, was used to Nick’s threats and took them for what they were - merely warnings . She knew when Nick was angry and a danger to someone and right now, he was as calm as a new born babe.

“Can’t an old friend simply call with a desire to see your handsome face?” she said, smiling.

Nick dropped his own smile. “Knock it off. You have been here for three months and other then that one call a few weeks ago, you haven’t spoken or asked to see me at all. So why don’t we just cut through the games and the red tape and you tell me what you want.”

“Oh, Nicolai, you are no longer any fun since this insane quest to return to your mortality.” She moved closer to him, the heat running through both their bodies. Another time and another place Nick would have asked her to leave with him and go somewhere quiet. But that was many centuries ago. Whatever love he had for her had died a thousand deaths. She was nothing more to him then a very old friend.

“Janette,” he warned.

“Oh very well. Your sudden departure from New York upset Lacroix greatly. He feared for a moment that you had taken flight again.” She shrugged her shoulders. “He used all his influences to try to locate you.”

“Thank Lacroix for his concern, but I was on a mission. Now, if that is the only reason why you called me here to check up on me I am leaving. I have work to do.”

“So soon, Nicholas? Could you not spare a few moments of your time so we may talk?”

Nick froze in place. The eerie dark voice came from behind him. All too familiar and set in a tone of barely suppressed control. Lacroix – and he was furious, trying desperately to maintain his demeanor.

Nick turned and confronted the man who was his Master, creator, father, and enemy. It was still disconcerting to find so much emotion inside himself were Lacroix was concerned. Mixed emotions, emotions that were always ready to snap to the surface at any given moment.

“You tricked me.” Nick kept his eyes on Lacroix, but the words were meant for Janette.

She shrugged and, taking her drink, came from behind the counter, joining them.

“Unlike you, Janette is a good child. She obeys my commands, Nicholas. Now, lets not get all uppity. Why don’t we sit down and have a discussion?”

Janette led them to a table in a dark corner. She sat between them as if silently keeping a barrier between the two opposing forces, much like a peace negotiator. But the conversation was not for her and out of respect she remained silent, sipping at her drink.

“We have nothing to discuss, Lacroix,” Nick said. “You had no right to follow me here.”

“I have no rights?” Lacroix’s anger now came to the front. Just barely staying seated, he continued his tirade. “You are my creation, you belong to me!”

Nick raised his hand. “Spare me that ever-redundant speech. It has been done to death.”

Fighting back the waves of anger, he glared at his son.

“I have been informed that you have joined the UNCLE. That you are working for the agency of enforcers in hopes of finding yourself a cure for your...immortality. Rather lacking in discretion to be in the arms of the enforcers and going against their laws.”

Ah, so that was it! Nick laughed. “Is that what you are concerned about, your reputation? Don’t worry, Lacroix, I have spoken to Mr. Waverly and as you know, he heads the central format of enforcers. He unlike yourself, gives me freedom of choice.”

“Helping you with a cure to certain death? That is not what I call a choice!”

“Well I do.”

“You are a fool, Nicholas!”

“So I have been called before. But it is my option., Damn it, Lacroix. Let me make my own choices for once. Act like the caring father you pretend to be and leave me alone !”

Lacroix’s hand snapped forward grabbing Nick’s wrist. Nick struggled to get free for a moment but Lacroix held it in place. He ceased struggling. When Lacroix spoke it was low and deadly.

“Where did you go? I lost contact with you for nearly three days? You could have been in danger and I would never have been able to get to you in time. I spoke to Vachon and he mentioned you paid a visit with Aristotle. Is that what you are planning? To leave this life and move on without my notice? I observe everything about you, everything! Aristotle refused to tell me what you went to see him for. Was it to move on, Nicholas mon fils?” (My Son)

Seeing Nick’s silent, defiant stare he continued with force “Never again will you leave without consulting me on where you are going and what you are doing. Once again, let me remind you that I created you, you are mine, body, blood, soul. All of it belongs to me. There is no freedom. You will never be free of me. NEVER!”

Nick rose, his eyes glowing green, while Lacroix’s became a glowing yellow.

“Release me. RELEASE ME!”

He went to yank his hand away from his hold when a tall shadowy figure interrupted the argument before it became a violent battle.

“Excuse me. Am I correct in assuming that you are Lucien Lacroix?”

They turned to see a man standing a few feet away. He was dressed in black with a brown vest over his shirt. The man was a Vampire. An Ancient one. Lacroix released his hold on Nicholas irritated at the intrusion. “Who are you and what do you want?” he snapped.

“A few minutes of your time,” the stranger said, reasonably. He smiled and moved to the empty seat. He looked across at Janette and smiled. Feeling suddenly unnerved she got up.

“Excuse me,” she said, “I have other guests to check up on.”

Keeping her head high, she glanced at Nick and gave him a sad, sympathetic smile before turning back to the bar, where a red haired woman, dressed in a smart business suit, was seated with a brief case by her side.

Nick took his seat again, followed by Lacroix. He lowered his eyes, trying to calm his fury at Lacroix’s flare-up and tried to focus on the stranger in their presence. Once again he could feel the sense of evil. and it was coming from this man., He was much stronger then any other vampire Nick had encountered. He also reeked of time. This one was old- very, very old. Nick was suddenly concerned with what business this Ancient one had to conduct with Lacroix. It compelled him to stay.

“What can I do for you...?” Lacroix asked.

“You may call me Ka-Le, although I have many names. I have only just recently …how shall we say, returned from a long sleep and I find myself in a new world. I am currently trying to track down my creations, one in particular. I have been informed that you and five others are the only oldest living Vampires left. Finding myself in the area, I sought your company this evening. I was hoping that your vast knowledge and age you could help me in my quest.” He glanced in Nick’s direction. “I trust that I am not interrupting anything?”

.

“Nicholas...and I are often in dispute over certain issues. Although he does raise my temper, my affection for him, my love he has always.”

He spoke the word ‘love’ with emphasis and gave Nick a warm glance. But Nick only frowned, staring back at him with a grave statement.

Lacroix returned the look. Why do you resist me?

Lacroix returned his attention back to their uninvited guest. “It is a conversation that can wait. I am an elder but I do not have knowledge or names of every Vampire in existence. I will try to be of service if I can. Tell me about him?”

“ His name was Amon-Hotep.”

At the name Lacroix’s face paled.

“He was a great healer at a time in 37 AD. Much like your son, we had our differences and he left me to wander the earth.... his last known whereabouts was Pompeii and it was rumored that he was murdered by a creation he made. A Child of a General leading the Roman Army.”

Nick glanced at Lacroix who met his eyes shaking his head slightly. Nick kept silent.

Over by the bar, the red haired Doctor had reached for her suitcase, removing a small vial. Unconcerned, Janette was at the corner of the bar speaking to one of her fellow workers, leaving her drink unattended.

Smiling to herself, the Doctor put several drops into her drink. Looking around, she rose from were she stood and whenever she saw an unwatched drink from a vampire, stealthily put drops of the liquid into it.

Ka’Le was continuing his story. “I am, of course, hoping that he is still alive...because if he is dead and was murdered by his creation... Perhaps you, General Lucien Lacroix, who lived at that time in Pompeii could assist me?”

Lacroix shook his head swallowing. “You’re talking about something that happened over 2,000 years ago. I am afraid I do not remember much from those days.”

“No? Really? Ah a pity. As for myself, I remember that time quite clearly. I was rather busy in the hands of some petty mortals in Egypt. They, ah, denounced me and condemned me to an eternity of darkness and isolation. My recent reprieve has made me hunger for companionship as well as the need to feed.”

Nick finally spoke. “You will, of course, abide by the wishes of the Enforcers and maintain discretion.”

Ka-Le turned to face him. “Conform? Conform to their laws? Laws made after my creation? Do you know how old I am young one?”

Nick shook his head.

“5, 625 years old. The only law that I serve is my own.”

Turning away from Nick and focusing his attention back on Lacroix, he changed the subject.

“I see that you cannot, at this time, help me... But know this...I will find the killer of my son and in return, I will exact an eye for an eye. Good evening, Gentlemen.”

Rising, he turned and headed out of the room. The redhead, seeing this, rose from her place and followed him out the door.

Lacroix and Nick remained still, staring silently at one another.

In the interim, Janette returned to her drink and, smiling, raised it to her lips, taking a sip. The taste was bitter and she put the drink down, pushing it to one side, she watched Nick get to his feet and leave the Raven.

Lacroix remained where he was, staring as his son departed . Concerned, Janette moved to her Master, placing her hand on his left shoulder.

“Lacroix, what is it?”

He didn’t answer her right away, instead he watched his son leave the night club and only then turned to face her, his lips brushing gently on her hand.

“Lacroix?”

“Nothing my dear., And perhaps everything.”

***

Nicholas returned to his warehouse-converted apartment. More then ever, he had concern for Illya Kuryakin. He was in danger. Nick could feel it.

Picking up the phone, he dialed Illya’s personal phone number. No one picked up the phone.

“Calling your newest love interest? The blond Russian agent, isn’t it? What is his name? A rather odd name...”

Nick swallowed and looked up to see Lacroix standing on a staircase, looking down at him. Putting down the phone, his senses went on full alert. Lacroix knew about Illya?

“Kuree...Kurwak?”

“Don’t you ever think to knock before entering someone’s home?” Nick snapped.

“Ah, but I am always welcome here...am I not Nicholas?” Slowly walking down the stairs, Lacroix paused as a dizzy spell suddenly caught him off balance. Recovering quickly, he passed it off as a lack of blood. He would go out later and have dinner, but first he wanted to speak with his son.

“What difference would it make. What is it you want Lacroix?” Nick asked in exasperation. He sat down on his couch and stared at the nearby painting on the wall. It was a picture Illya had given him several months ago for his birthday. Not that he celebrated his birthday but it meant a lot to Illya, so he had gone along with it. The picture was a landscape by a Russian artist.

Lacroix stared at the painting, too.

“A gift, Nicholas, from your...special friend. He has good taste. Why were you in the Ukraine?” he asked suddenly.

“I was helping UNCLE. Searching for a mole in their HQ.”

Lacroix shook his head. “You know what I meant? Why did you contact Vachon and ask him to set up a meeting with Aristotle?”

Nick frowned angrily. “Why such a concern Lacroix? Why not ask Aristotle?”

“I asked him, and he told me to ask you. Now, I am not going to repeat myself again...What was your business with him?” Lacroix asked, as he took a seat beside Nick.

For a moment the air sizzled between them. Lacroix raised his hand and Nick flinched. But Lacroix did not strike he merely placed his fingers on Nick’s cheek and gently stroked it. “Tell me?”

“I was not trying to leave, if that is what you think, Lacroix. I was merely there to look up some information. That’s all.”

Lacroix struck unexpectedly, slapping Nick across the face. Biting down his anger and shame, Nick kept very still, his eyes lowered to the floor.

“Try again, Nicholas.”

“There is nothing more to tell.”

Moving slightly off to the side, Lacroix remained seated beside his son. “Prior to your trip, you paid a visit to your blond friend. On Father’s Day. I seem to recall no visit from you on such a momentous day. Not even a Father’s day gift.”

Nick knew he was treading on thin ice. If he wasn’t careful, everything would be revealed. But if he could tell Lacroix enough perhaps he would let the subject go.

“Illya was feeling lonely.”

“Illya...so that is his name...lovely. Lonely? Ah mortals, they do have a mood about them.”

“Illya has never known anything about his father. He needed some company.”

Lacroix smiled, thinking that information over. “Ah, I see you were checking into his background?”

“Merely trying to help him. Now if that is all...” Nick rose and Lacroix was right behind him.

“No Nicholas that is not all.” He grabbed his son by the arm and gripped it tightly. For a second, Nick contemplated pulling away. “Do you intend to bring this mortal across? Or take him to his death? Drain him of his lifeblood?” He licked his lips in anticipation of Nicholas’ answer.

“Neither.”

“I see, so you think that you are in love with him? That you, who will live forever, can take a Mortal lover? Do you know how ridiculous that is? How foolish? He will grow old, wither and die, and you will be left behind with another broken heart. Poor, sensitive Nicholas. How you do set yourself up for more pain and anguish! Ah, well, if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.”

He released Nick and made to leave when Nick in turn reached for him. Again Lacroix felt a wave of nausea go through him. Yes, he would have to have dinner soon. Very soon. Strange that he had a sudden sensation of thirst. He usually had more control.

“Lacroix...Father....” The name made him pause. Turning to Nick, he could see something in his eyes. Fear. Sadness. And something else - desperation.

“I beg you, I plead with you. For once don’t allow your jealousy over me make you do something that you may come to regret. Please. Stay away from Illya. I promise. If you do that...I..I...”

Nick knew he needed to buy time, just a little time. So he swallowed his pride.

“I will owe you greatly if you do this one thing for me.”

Lacroix smiled. He reached out and touched the side of Nicholas’s cheek that he had just struck and gently rubbed it. His smile widened as he thought of all the possibilities. Nick had been running from him for a long time, almost 50 years.

It had been a long time since they had united, consummating his relationship with his son. He remembered a time when Nicholas had eyes only for his master. A glorious time indeed. He had a yearning to return to those precious times, the yearning of a bond that no mortal could ever understand. Coming together in a wave of passion that was multiplied a thousand times, compared to any sexual encounter mortals felt.

Curbing his desires for now, he decided on a different approach. Something that would lure Nick to him, tying him to his Master’s side once more. Then, in time, he could entice Nick once again to lay in his Master’s arms. Oh, to taste Nick’s blood once more, to make love to his sweet creation! He shivered in enthusiasm.

“You really like this one? This mortal?”

“Please, Lacroix” Nick begged.

“Very well, Nicholas.” He replied in fake annoyance and acquiescence. “For the time being, I will not interfere. But I demand something in return. Everything comes with a price.”

“What is it you want?”

Nick knew he would have to give Lacroix something. What would his Master demand from him? He already condemned Nick to an eternity of darkness and slavery. What more could he desire? His thoughts darkened to another time and place when he and Lacroix had been intimate. Would he demand a return to that time? The thought sickened him and the fear rose deep from inside. The very thought of being subjected to Lacroix’s lusts would be more then he could deal with.

Although sex with Lacroix had been delightful and stimulating at the time, it was in the past and he had no desire to be dominated again... to be taken. He had been vulnerable at the time, Janette had just ended their 97 year vampire marriage and Lacroix had come to him. He had been devastated at the loss of his love. The wound had pierced deep and Lacroix had come, feeling his pain.

Nicholas had believed all the lies Lacroix spoke, of his undying love, his wish to take the pain away. The relationship lasted for a long time, more then 25 years. But then Nick opened his eyes, and realized that all he was to Lacroix was a possession. Something to be owned and displayed like a prized trophy and put away when the showing was over. No, he would never again spread his legs for Lacroix. He would die first.

“Oh now, calm your suspicions, Nicholas... not so high a price.” At least for now, thought Lacroix. “A small thing really. I want you to spend more time with me. Twice a week. Nights of course. All night. Merely to talk and to get reacquainted.”

Nick swallowed. “All right. But, only when I am not on a mission for UNCLE. Once a week. All night.”

Lacroix conceded.

But Lacroix also realized he had won far too easily. Something wasn’t quite right and he was becoming more suspicious that Nicholas was holding out on him. But he would find out, he had ways. Nicholas never could hide anything from him for long.

“I suppose I should leave now...I do have other things to concern myself with.”

“This Ka-Le. He could be a danger, Lacroix. I do not trust him and I think he may try to harm you.”

“Ah, that is my Nicholas, always concerned for others. Even for me, whom you hate so dearly.”

“I do not hate you, Lacroix. You know that.”

Lacroix nodded and smiled. “It is nothing I cannot handle. Good night Nicholas.”

It was then that Nick’s phone rang. Thinking it was Illya, he hurried to the phone and picked it up.

“Nick here.”

“Nicolai...”

Nick froze when he heard Janette’s voice and it was tinged with fear.

“Janette? What is the matter?”

Hearing that it was his other offspring, Lacroix moved closer to the phone.

“Nicolai...please, could you come right away?...I do not feel very well, and there are a few others...here that are the same...hurry, please.”

The phone connection ended. Looking at Lacroix they both took flight, heading for the Raven.

***

A short time later, they arrived at the Raven. Nicholas and Lacroix were taken aback at the scene before them. Dozens of Vampires laid on the floor, writhing in pain and misery, their faces ashen and their skin cracking with open wounds. Reaching the bar, Nick and Lacroix found Janette lying on the counter. She turned to them with blood tears in her eyes. “I think....We are dying.”

***

Doctor Natalie Lambert had them secretly brought into headquarters on Waverly’s orders. Putting them in a private, windowless ward, Natalie, with the help of several others familiar with the vampire lore, began to look over the sick immortals.

Nick held Janette’s hand in his own as Natalie began pulling skin cells and filling a vial of blood from her body. Ignoring a sick-looking Lacroix, who hung nearby, she hurried to her private lab to check over her findings.

“Rest, Janette I will be back.” He gave her an encouraging smile and Janette nodded closing her eyes.

“What is happening, Nat?”

Natalie was young, perhaps in her mid thirties, with long reddish-blond, curly hair that lay loose against her white lab.

“I’m not sure, Nick. It may take some time but, if I didn’t know better, I’d have to say that they have contracted a disease. A very deadly and nasty disease.”

“That is impossible!” Lacroix replied angrily. Neither had noticed him following Nicholas into the room.

“I’m afraid, Mr. Lacroix, that it is most likely. I need to take some more tests, but I will stand by the possibility of an infection.”

“We are immortal, we cannot suffer mortal disease!” He turned and staggered. Nick seeing this reached for Lacroix. For a moment Lacroix allowed the embrace. “Have you, or any of these vampires, done anything different in the past few days? Drunk any contaminated...blood, perhaps?”

“No.”

Lacroix replied back, pulling gently from Nick’s embrace and staring back at the female Doctor coldly.

“So none of you has encountered anything out of the ordinary lately?” She asked, keeping her attention on her microscope and checking the slides from the blood she had taken from the sick vampires.

“No.” - “Yes.”

Nick and Lacroix shouted at the same time. Lacroix looked at Nick in confusion.

“An Ancient Vampire came to the club last night. From what he said, he escaped a confinement of two thousand years.”

Natalie looked up and turned to the two vampires. “Ancient? How old?”

“Over 5,000 years.”

Natalie looked at Nick solemnly and he asked, “You’re not thinking that...he might have unwittingly passed something on to us.”

Lacroix snarled and added. “Or wittingly.”

Nick ignored his master and kept his eyes on Natalie.

“So far, what ever we have encountered seems to infect only vampires. I called several hospitals in the area and no humans have wound up at their doorstep as sick as this.”

“And more Vampires are being picked up at this moment, by the Enforcers. Waverly has ordered all of them to be put in confinement.”

Lacroix shook off a wave of nausea and made to leave. “No! I will come and go as I please.”

Nick grabbed for Lacroix, who once again staggered, nearly falling to the floor.

“Lacroix!” He held his Master. “You are also infected, you must stay. Besides it is already sunrise.”

Growling at his own weakness, he allowed Nick and Natalie help him to a bed near Janette. As they laid him down, Nat got called by one of the medical doctors. They had just had their first casualty. Janette’s personal bartender had died.

***

Ka-Le returned to the hotel and left with Napoleon Solo. He knew now that he had made his appearance known, and this UNCLE would be searching for the Doctor. It would only be a short time before they came to the hotel.

The abandoned town building suited his purpose perfectly, with its windows boarded up, Ke-Le quickly fled to his new hide out.

Alone with his soon- to- be consort, Ka-Le was impatient to continue his search for the elusive blond. He sat Solo down on a crate and pulled out the piece of paper Doctor Kempacuff had given him earlier, checking over the list.

“He must be one of these. I must find him.” He glanced up at Napoleon. “Perhaps, Napoleon my love, you could help me in my endeavor. It is morning and I cannot go out. Look over these names for me.” He handed the paper to Napoleon. “You will return to your HQ and check each of these names and find the one I seek. Get all addresses and personal records...” Ka-Le stopped when Napoleon began to look over the names. One caught his eye and he spoke the name out loud.

“Illya...Illya.”

Ka-Le looked at him puzzled. “You recognize one of those names?”

Napoleon nodded and spoke as if in a dream. “Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin. My partner.”

Ka-Le smiled. Could it be this easy? Another UNCLE agent?

“He...was to go to Egypt and search the Ka-Leptumah tomb. I dropped him off at the airport two nights ago.”

“I see. What does he look like, this partner of yours?...?” Surely it could not be this easy?

“Blond hair... blue eyes, he was dressed all in black, the last time I saw him. Illya...Illya...”

The description fitted perfectly. Ka-Le rose and clapped his hands together in sheer joy. “Of course! Well I always did have perfect taste, naturally I would find a going pair.”

He chuckled as Napoleon shuddered lightly. “Excellent, how glorious. Your partner? And of course your disappearance will have your partner come in search for you in time....he will come to me. Ah, as I thought...destiny. He is meant to be mine.” He looked at Napoleon and added. “As you are.”

His fangs lengthened and he moved to Napoleon. One hand reaching for Napoleon’s shoulder, he used the other hand to turn his face, exposing his neck. “We shall wait, Napoleon, for him to come to us. In the meantime you can service me...with some of your blood!”

He then plunged into Napoleon’s neck and began to feast.

***

Illya returned to HQ as soon as his plane touched down. He had only just entered the quarters when Mark Slate, a Junior UNCLE Agent recently sent over from the British branch, pulled him aside and told him about their visitors.

“Tell Nick I will see him after I have made my report to Waverly.”

Nodding, Mark headed off in one direction and Illya went in the other. Waverly was waiting for him in his office. Illya could see that Waverly had some bad news. He looked pale and tired.

“Sir?”

“Report, Mr. Kuryakin.”

Illya repeated his tale and finished it by taking out the black book he had confiscated at the morgue. “I found this. While on the plane, I began to look it over, since I could not sleep. It is in two different languages. Latin and German. I believe that it is some kind of a virus. For what, I am not sure.”

Waverly looked up, his senses now on alert. “A virus?”

“Yes Sir, It belonged to one of the Doctors, possibly even Doctor Kempacuff.”

Waverly hit his intercom. “Have Doctor Lambert and Nick Knight come to my office immediately.”

Illya waited patiently for their arrival. As soon as they came in, Illya nodded to Nick and then smiled at Natalie Lambert, who looked back at him with equal pleasure. They had often worked in the lab together and were on friendly terms. After all, she brought him lots of donuts and coffee when he worked late. She was nice, funny and a very kind person who just happened to love cats as much as he did.

Waverly handed her the book and told them all what Illya had seen and found. Nick turned to Natalie, who was at once going over the book herself.

“Do you think that the German Doctor has something to do with the Vampire that came to the Raven last night?”

Waverly shrugged. “His name didn’t happen to be Ka-Le did it?”

Nick rather taken back looked on at his boss. “Who is he? You know of him?”

“Yes, I know of him. He is one of the First Ones. I thought he had long since perished. According to our lore, he was born from the demi-goddess Sekhmet, the Egyptian goddess that was created by Ra and then had an affair with the Roman god Aeternitas.”

Nick cut in eagerly as he remembered his folklore. “A Roman god, often depicted as the Phoenix rising from the flames. What would a Roman demi god and Egyptian god be doing together in an Egyptian tomb?”

“Giving birth to the first Vampire, Nicholas. Ka-Leptumah.”

Illya sat down and shook his head, while his hand gently touched his neck area. “The origins of the Vampires? Created by demi-gods? But they didn’t exist did they?”

“Yes, that’s how they first came to be, Illya. At least according to the myths.”

“What happened?” Nick asked Waverly, hoping to hear more about this mystery of the past.

Waverly leaned back in his chair. Picking up his pipe, he slowly began to set it to be used.

“No one is really sure how they came to be joined. It has never happened before or since. The ancient writings are not very clear at times and they are quite old. But the birth of Ka-Le was not a joyous event to Aeternitas. To his horror, his child turned out to be as vile and as evil as his mother. According to the writings, he killed Sekhmet and tried to kill his son. Ka-Le escaped and came to the earth to live out his eternal existence. But with it came a curse that would ensure none of his ancestors or creations would live in peace. They would have eternal life and suffer no death but... they would, however, be nothing more then parasites on mortal men. They would not be able to walk the earth in daylight and they would never be worthy to touch any holy relics. They would be despised, feared, hated,...hunted. They could be killed only by beheading, the touch of sunlight or by a stake through their heart. Mortals and Vampires, enemies for all time.”

Natalie scoffed quietly. “The curse of the Vampire lives on.”

“Who placed the curse?” Asked Nick.

Waverly shrugged. “Isis, who grieved and mourned over the loss of Ra who was slain by Sekhmet so she could marry Aeternitas. Ra and many other gods opposed their union and the birth or Ka-Le”

Natalie laughed, unable to resist. “Child? Vampires cannot have any children. They are unable to reproduce. It is impossible.”

Waverly glanced at Illya and then at Nick and smiled.

“Impossible? I wouldn’t be too sure of that. At any rate, Isis was determined to have further revenge and supposedly created a great weapon, a specially designed device that could destroy Ka-Le. No one knows what this device is or how it works or even what power it contains. It is, however, also reputed to have the ability to heal a Vampire and make him mortal again.” Waverly lowered his eyes, refusing to meet Nick’s gaze.

“Could this device have been in the tomb of Ka-Leptumah?”

Illya cut in, giving the bad news. “Shortly after I left the tomb, the whole place just collapsed. I didn’t touch a thing, honest!” Seeing their expressions, Illya continued. “I’m sorry, but whatever was in the tomb was probably crushed and it may take years or even decades before anyone will be able to get back into the tomb.”

Nick paced the room, trying to avoid looking at Illya. But Illya was looking at him and he found that he had to spare him a glance.

“This Ka-Le came to the Raven last night. He knows of Lacroix. He seems to have a vendetta against him. I am not entirely sure of the implications but from what I can gather he believes that Lacroix may have had something to do with the death of Ka-Le’s pupil, a vampire by the name of Amon-Hotep.”

Looking at his papers, Waverly grunted.

“So this Doctor Kempacuff and Ka-Le must be in league in some way?” asked Natalie.

“Kempacuff?” Nick turned at the name.

Illya spoke, looking at Nick with more then a gleam in his eyes,. “Helen Kempacuff. We have reason to believe that she freed Ka-Le from his entombment. They must be working together.”

Nick sat down next to Illya.

Waverly turned to Nat and held out the black book. “Take this and see what you can learn from it. Get a German and Latin translator to assist you.” Natalie took the book and, seeing she was dismissed, left the room.

Waverly then faced Illya. “Mr. Kuryakin. Mr. Solo has not been in touch with HQ for the past 24 hours.”

Suddenly concerned for his partner, Illya rose angrily to his feet. “And just when were you going to tell me of this?”

“I am telling you now. I want you to try to locate him as quickly as possible. He was looking into several leads - the Ritz hotel in Manhattan and the Airport hotel. Take Mark Slate with you and see what you can find. But be sure to return before nightfall.”

Not wasting time, Illya left without glancing at Nick, his concern for his partner taking precedence.

Waverly looked on at Nicholas quietly for a moment and then spoke softly to him. “Your search in the Ukraine led you to more then just a mole, didn’t it Nicholas?” Nick refused to meet his eyes.

“Aristotle contacted you?” Nick asked.

“A few hours ago, with some information that he said I should give to you.”

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder, it was black and tied with a delicate gold string. He handed it to Nick and Nick opened it and began to read the contents. After some time he looked up at Waverly, his anger clearly written on his face.

“Is this what you were searching for?” Waverly asked.

“You knew of Illya’s past all this time?”

“I am a man of secrets, Nicholas. I received it from the KGB’S top secret files about ten years ago. I saw to his freedom and escape after he entered the Soviet Navy. I knew it would eventually lead to me and UNCLE. I keep many secrets for reasons that you will never understand.”

“It does not say who is his father?”

“Those specific papers were destroyed in the attack. However, there are ways to find out. If we were to do some highly experimental technique taking samples of genetic material from Kuryakin and from the two remaining potential fathers.”

“You had no intention of telling them? Lacroix or Aristotle?”

“No. I had other plans. But they are now in jeopardy. As you and he and all of the community are.”

“When would you have told Illya?”

“Never. Illya has suffered greatly at the hands of many. Including the KGB, as I am sure he told you. They did many terrible things to him, Nicholas. Oh yes, they knew about his past as well. Not even a Vampire would have done what they did. I had wished to save him further from the pain of learning who and what his true parentage was.”

“Illya thinks he is a mistake. He feels alone and lost.”

“He was meant to be born. Meant to be. I am trying to repair his feelings of loss and loneliness, but sometimes our children do not like to listen to their parents and one’s motives are not always appreciated.”

“I see. Napoleon - your precious heir, whom you intend to make into one of us. Illya was then to become his lover, his slave...to be dominated and never to have his freedom? Like me.” Nick felt the distaste of it all and felt his anger boiling over.

“Yes and no, Nicholas. What ever you may think, and I believe Solo’s love for Illya will not change once he is one of the Others. He would not treat Illya cruelly as you imagine. Besides, Solo resisted all of Illya’s charms long ago and Illya...has his pride. He asks for love only once. But I have had reason to believe that Napoleon might be willing to change their current status to something more. However, someone, not intentionally of course, has succeeded in thwarting my plans and I am most displeased.”

“I care for Illya,” Nick said defensively.

“You care for his purity and beauty and his love of life. Which will wane, Nicholas, because you are self absorbed. You want your freedom - Illya desires roots. In the end you will leave him and you will cause him more pain. Do you understand what I am saying?”

As he spoke, Waverly’s voice, unlike Lacroix’s, was not raised in anger, but spoken in soft and gentle but firm tones. As if trying to make him see the truth freely and without force.

“Destiny?”

“Yes.”

“You knew?”

“Yes.”

“You must find out Illya’s true parentage...He has a right to know, and as much as I hate it...so do Lacroix and Aristotle.”

Waverly lit his pipe and began to take several long inhalations, releasing small puffs of smoke into the air.

“Very well. Since Lacroix is currently staying here, I will have Doctor Lambert take the necessary tests. I will also contact Mr. Aristotle and have him send me a sample of the blood and skin tissues. Kuryakin has, given to our medical lab, just in case of possible THRUSH duplication,. It will take at least forty eight to seventy two hours to get the results.... Can you keep silent until then?”

Nick nodded. “No matter what happens...you won’t hurt Illya? You won’t let the enforcers kill him for being only half vampire...for being mortal?”

Waverly smiled lightly. “I have no intention of allowing any harm come to Mr. Kuryakin, and the Enforcers will not lay a hand on him. Or you, Nicholas. Oh yes, they know of your eternal, never-ending search for mortality. But there is more at stake now, than the search for your lost soul. Ka-Le must be found and destroyed and we must find a cure and quickly, or all shall perish.”

Nick got to his feet and headed back to the medical lab. He needed to speak to Natalie and Lacroix first, but as soon as night fell, he would head out into the city. He would find Ka-Le and kill him.

***

Illya and Mark arrived at the Ritz. Finding the room number of Ka-Le, they quickly made their way up to the top floor of the hotel. With the hall cleared and empty, they took out their UNCLE Specials.

Giving Mark the signal, Illya kicked in the door and Mark dived in with his gun ready to fire. Illya followed and both froze as they spotted a figure sitting in a chair by the window - a woman who was turned away from them.

“Dr Kempacuff?”

Mark moved forward with great care. Reaching her, he tapped her shoulder and she slumped over. Her eyes stared out at him, wide and unseeing. He felt for a pulse and found none. Two large puncture marks were on the side of her left neck.

Mark turned and saw Illya had found something else in the room. Bending down, Illya picked up what was left of a communicator pen. Both men looked at each other with deep concern. Where ever Napoleon was, he was in extreme danger.

-------End of Book Two----------

Book Three

Part one

(Several hours later, just past noon)

"Take your hands off me you mortal wretch!" Lacroix was creating havoc when Nick returned to the Medical room. Dr. Lambert was trying desperately to get some tissue cells from him and Lacroix was having none of it.

"Lacroix, allow Natalie to do her job. She is trying to save your life." Nick interjected quickly, making sure to keep Lacroix from tearing Nat to pieces by holding his master down on the bed. Free to act, Natalie took the sample and moved off to the side.

"I do not recall asking for her help. I am immortal and I do not care what this disease is doing, it SHALL NOT kill me." Lacroix tried to sit up, but already his body was being ravaged and he was forced to lie back down. Angry now, his eyes flashed a yellow gold. "Damn Ka-Le for this! I will destroy him, I will rip him limb from limb!"

"Lacroix, you are not going anywhere, so calm down. Please, try to stay still."

Nick looked on at his master and for the first time could see the desperation in Lacroix's face. "Nicholas... you must find Ka-Le and kill him for me-be sure to do it slowly and very painfully!"

Nick only shook his head and looked up to see Natalie looking at him rather oddly.

"What is it Natalie?"

She paced around him looking him over.

"Nat? You're scaring me? What is it? What's wrong?"

"What's not wrong is more the point!" Replied Lambert. She paused and looked at Nick with a slow smile.

"How do you feel Nick?"

He shrugged. "Fine, I feel fine."

"Huhuh. How come you're not sick like everyone else?"

Nick glanced at Lacroix who was now looking at Nick with an equal stare.

"I . . . I don't know."

"You were there?"

"Yes . . . "

So why aren't you affected like the rest?"

Nick didn't have an answer.

Moments later Natalie was taking blood samples and tissue cells from Nick's body and began to look at them under a microscope. She paused only long enough to shut the lab door and lock it behind her.

Nearing 3 pm, Natalie finally came out of the lab. She looked on at the Vampires in the room. Several more had just passed on. Janette was nearby, barely hanging on to life and Lacroix didn't look like he would last much longer after her.

Seeing Natalie come out of the office Nick approached her.

"Natalie what did you find?"

"Something that is unbelievable Nick. I can't even isolate what exactly this disease is, but for some reason you, Nick and only you, has immunity to it. I want to take some more of your blood. I am going to try something and inject it into them. It may not work but right now we don't have any choices left."

Taking up a syringe she rolled Nick's sleeve up.

"Tell me Nick...Have you done or eaten anything lately out of the ordinary?"

He shook his head. "No, you know I drink only cow's blood."

"Are you sure Nick?"

"Yes." He replied back with 100 percent assurance. Natalie wasn't so sure.

Taking the blood she needed, she moved to Janette.

On seeing the needle, Janette hissed and Natalie stumbled back in fright.

"It's ok Janette.” Nick took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Before long Janette had gotten a dosage of Nick's blood injected into her vein.

Natalie then moved to Lacroix, about to follow the same procedure, only to see him glare at her furiously.

"No! You will not touch me! I will not be injected like some Lab rat!"

Seeing they had no choice, Nick moved forward and with the sleeve that was still rolled up Nick presented his wrist to Lacroix.

He gazed up at his immortal son and smiled then his fangs lengthened and he bit deep into the pale arm.

Seconds passed and Nick cried out as the pain became too much for him. He was taking far more then he needed.

"Lacroix enough! Lacroix!" Natalie, becoming frantic, moved forward and tried to wrench the two apart. It did no good. Lacroix had lost all control and had a death grip on Nicholas's arm and was drinking his blood as if it was a salvation to him.

Desperate, Natalie went to her desk and pulling out a small object ran over to them and put a crucifix in front of Lacroix's face.

He cried out, releasing his hold. Nick stumbled backing away from the cross.

Seeing she had made her point, Natalie put it into her lab coat.

"Sorry." She replied looking at the two of them, not really sorry at all.

"It’s ok Nat." Getting to his feet, Nick moved to Janette to see that she seemed to be changing. The color was coming back to her face and the sores on her arms and body were beginning to heal. Janette opened her eyes and smiled.

"Ah, Nicolai . . . you are a saint."

Laughing slightly, he turned to Lacroix and saw his Master too was already looking better.

Not able to explain the turn of events, Natalie began taking more blood samples from the three of them and once she was sure that it was possible, she began to use their blood to inject into the other Vampires and thus began the chain reaction of, in essence, inoculating all.

6pm

"If All the Community do as they are told and check into the nearby stations of UNCLE HQ all around the U.S. in a matter of days, this epidemic should be behind us. Lacroix and Janette and a few of the first ones infected with the disease will be weak for a day or so, and with Waverly's permission, we will keep them for at least 24 hours for observation. Just in case." Natalie looked at Nick who was staring quietly out a window in the nearby cafeteria in UNCLE.

"That was quick thinking, Natalie."

"I try." She smiled back at him and then could see from how he was standing that he had come to a decision. One that she was sure no one would like, least of all her.

“Night has fallen, Natalie. I have to go out. I'm going to have to find Ka-Le."

"Nick, you can't. Its too dangerous. This guy is powerful. Damn it Nick you can't even fight Lacroix. What makes you think that you can kill this Ka-Le?"

Lowering his eyes to the floor, Nick turned to Natalie.

"I have to try. Once he knows that his plan failed to destroy the community or kill Lacroix he will come back. He could attack any time and as you said, Lacroix and the others are vulnerable right now. They would be easy prey."

"Nick, we aren't even sure if the disease is really stopped. What if your blood is only a temporary vaccine. Right now you are the only antidote we have."

He sighed and finally met her eyes. "Illya called in. Doctor Kempacuff is dead. They found her remains in a hotel room. She has apparently served her purpose. Kuryakin also believes that Napoleon Solo's disappearance could have something to do with Ka-Le."

"Look I'm sorry if Napoleon is in danger. Hey, I like the Don Juan, but right now you can't leave. Not yet. We have to first figure out how you, among all the rest, come to have this immunity. Let Illya play hero and rescue Napoleon. After all, Solo is his partner."

"Ka-Le is my problem not their's. Besides, no Mortal could deal with him. He is far too powerful. Even you said so."

"But Nick I need . . . we need to know more about this blood of yours how it came-."

"And I told you, Natalie, I haven't done anything that I haven't done in months. I only drink cow's blood and . . . "

Nick suddenly stopped, his mind flashing back to a few days earlier. A night when he was in bed and in the arms of someone, making love to one of the most beautiful creatures in the world. He had bitten into the white neck and drunk his fill of human blood. It had tasted so good, so pure, natural, chaste so . . . unpolluted.

"Oh no, its not possible?"

"Nick? What is it? Nick? Nick?" Natalie, seeing he was lost in another time and place, touched his arm gently to get his attention.

He came back and looked at Natalie in shock.

"I . . . I did drink human blood. Just a little."

"When and who was the specimen?"

Blushing, Nick shrugged. "A few days ago. With Illya."

Confused, Natalie pressed for more information. "Why would you drink Illya's blood? I mean, really Nick, the few times you do drink human blood it's because you're in the middle of . . ." Following the rest in her head, Natalie stopped and then turned beet red. "Oh."

Frowning in displeasure, Nick looked away unable to meet her eyes.

"Oh, so you were, ah, having a little, ahm . . . nightcap?"

Growling under his breath, Nick put his hand to his forehead, unable to make eye contact.

"A little one on one TLC? The many different positions on how to love?" She raised her eyebrows, smiling all the while at Nick's obvious discomfort.

"Enough Natalie," he hissed. But Natalie laughed and then she stopped, growing serious.

"But I have Illya's blood on record, and nothing showed up out of the ordinary in his medical records."

"Medical and history records have a way of being altered, Natalie."

"Illya is a vampire?"

"No Natalie . . . not exactly. His father is a vampire, he is mortal. Look I can't tell you anymore than that."

"Ok, does this also have something to do with Mr. Waverly asking me to have some genetic medical tests taken on Illya and Lacroix?"

"Everything."

Not sure where this was leading, Natalie decided to wait for now.

Nick looked at his watch then out the window. The last of the sun-rays had disappeared. Night had fallen.

"Nick." He moved to leave and stopped when he felt her arm on his shoulder.

"Be careful."

He smiled and then, just like that, he was gone.

....

He was beginning to feel the effects. He was weak and tired.

She came into the room and smiled. "Ready for your treatment Mr. Waverly?"

Alexander Waverly smiled at Natalie Lambert and nodded, his eyes turning to a silver-gray color. "Most assuredly, madam." He rolled up his sleeve and watched as she pulled out a syringe of red blood and slowly injected it into his arm.

"Now, perhaps while we wait for this to take effect you can tell me the truth about Illya Kuryakin and at the same time give me his true medical records?"

He grinned up at the pretty doctor and then, reaching under the desk, pulled out a gold folder. Natalie took it from him and, opening it, she started to read what it contained. As she read, her eyebrows shot upwards. Alexander Waverly continued to smile.

***

Lacroix was weak, he knew that, but he was not going to sit by and allow someone else, namely Nicholas, to get what he himself deserved. Revenge. He wanted Ka-Le and he would not allow his temporary limitation stop him. Rising to his feet, he watched as one of the doctors left the room. Seeing that he was in the clear, he shrugged off the momentary wave of dizziness and headed out of sickbay. Minutes later he entered a lift that would take him to the surface of UNCLE HQ.

He used his mind to remove the memory of his departure from the secretary and was soon outside. Looking about and seeing it was clear, he rose off the ground and flew into the air. Embracing the night, Lucien Lacroix began his new quest to find Ka-Le and slay him.

Part two

He felt lost in the darkness. He kept calling out but the only voice Napoleon Solo heard was that which belonged to Ka-Le. He desperately tried to run not knowing where to go or what to do. He only knew he had to keep running and as he did, he continued to call out for his partner. "Illya!" Then he was falling, deep and fast, with nothing to hold on to with the black, cold, dead-seeming eyes watching him and laughing.

***

Illya paced around Napoleon's decadent apartment. He always found his nest far too excessive and overly extravagant, but right now he would do anything to see his partner sitting on the over-stuffed, maroon sofa reading today's news, with his relaxed $200.00 loafers on.

He had hoped returning to his partners residence would create some clue as to where to start looking for his partner. Mark Slate had returned to UNCLE HQ, leaving him here, trying to figure out where to go and what to do next.

He glanced at the wall clock and saw it was chiming 8:00 p.m. He was about to call into HQ when the phone rang. Hesitating for only a moment, Illya picked it up.

"Solo's residence . . ." Before Illya could finish, a familiar voice came over the line.

"Illya."

Blinking, the Russian smiled. "Napoleon, I have been worried about you. Where are you and I’ll come get you?"

"Illya . . ." The voice spoke again, only this time it was low and flat. "Come to 88th Avenue . . . Warehouse . . . come alone. Don't tell Waverly or contact UNCLE HQ. Trouble . . . danger . . . Hurry!"

And then the phone line was dead. Shaking his head, Illya put down the phone. He pulled out his communicator pen and thought over whether he should disobey Napoleon's orders. Napoleon was senior partner. But . . .

Closing the pen, Illya was about to leave when he turned to see Nick Knight standing behind him. Startled, Illya wondered just how long he had been there.

He knew soon enough.

"We don't have much time, care to fly?"

Nick went to the window. Opening it, he beckoned Illya to come. Smiling, Illya put away the communicator pen and, reaching for Nick, he put his arms around his waist and nodded.

"Let's go!"

In a matter of seconds, Illya found himself transported into another world. Vampire in flight. Staring down at the city of New York below at night, Illya couldn't help but envy Nick his special abilities.

As if sensing what was on his mind, Nick spoke softly into his lover's ear.

"Don't envy us, Illya. Being Vampire does have a few perks but the cost . . . the price is much too high to pay."

Getting his point, Illya nodded and, holding on tightly, allowed himself the experience of a lifetime.

***

They arrived at the warehouse in less then twenty minutes. Putting Illya down on the ground, Nick looked over the warehouse carefully.

"You go ahead inside . . . I'll take the back. Ka-Le will be here somewhere, so be careful, Illya. You must be wary. Napoleon could be under his control. Do you understand?"

Pulling out his UNCLE Special, Illya nodded, making sure it was loaded with sleep darts. No matter what, he wanted to get Napoleon back out alive. "I understand."

Getting the nod, Nick leaped back into the air. Reaching the roof, Nick spotted the small doorway that would lead him inside the building. Touching down on the ground, he slowly made his own way in.

***

"Napoleon?" Illya called softly into the darkness.

Silence.

"Napoleon . . . ?"

A sudden low noise or movement caught Illya's eye as it darted across the floor, heading into another room. The door clanged shut behind it.

The Russian took up the chase. Reaching the door, he held his gun tight in his hand and opening it, he stepped into the dark room.

"Nap . . ." His call was cut off when a hand came down over his neck. Illya felt sudden sharp pain and then nothingness.

The figure standing over him finally moved into the dim light revealing the aggrieved face of Napoleon Solo.

***

"Little one, my dear sweet, little one. Wake up! It’s time to awaken and greet your new master."

Illya awoke to a voice calling to him. Opening his eyes, he saw Napoleon Solo standing a few feet away to his left. Illya was currently tied down on a stone slab; a very cold stone slab. His gun had been removed along with his communicator pen. Looking off to his right, he saw a very large, dark man standing close to him. He looked vaguely familiar. He had seen him before. Where? It took Illya a moment for his photographic memory to kick in. Ah, yes, the airport. So this must be Ka-Le.

"Ah, you know who I am . . . wonderful! You're very quick. Intelligent. Beautiful. Perfect." He smiled evilly at his prize and Illya couldn't suppress a tight shudder at his close proximity to him.

"Soon you will call me Master."

"I'd rather not. Napoleon - are you all right?"

Ka-Le glanced at the dark haired man and shrugged. "He is fine, Illya . . . lovely name. Illya. He is just not quite himself at the moment. It's a very old trick of a vampire. The ability to control mortals."

Illya glared at him and then faced Napoleon. "Napoleon, fight it! Fight his control! You can do it. Concentrate."

Laughing, Ka-Le patted Napoleon on the shoulder and then returned to stare at the golden blond bound to the stone.

"He did try you know. It took me a long time to get full control over his mind. He even regained control at one point but . . . only for a moment. To ensure his control I took a little from him . . . blood that is . . . and now he will obey my every command. Until I call him across . . . then like you, he will serve me, body and soul."

"What are you talking about?" asked Illya, already fearing the answer.

"Oh, perhaps you are not as bright as I took you. My dear, sweet Illya, for 2,000 years I have been isolated. Alone. Now that I am free I never again wish to experience that feeling. Since my freedom, I have been searching for the right one to end my immortal emptiness."

"Me?" Illya gulped, disbelieving his enormous bad luck that continued to follow him.

"You and Napoleon . . . a going pair, naturally."

"If you don't mind I would rather skip that, and I am sure so would Napoleon."

Ka-Le only chuckled, reaching to touch Illya's golden locks. Illya pulled away, his teeth grinding.

Ka-Le was just about to do another push with his mind when he felt something hot sizzle back into his brain pattern. He cried out backing up a few steps. He realized what happened and began to smile

“Are you the first Vampire created? If so how did you come to be born? If no other vampire after you could bear a child is the only way to add to your number to bring mortals across?"

“I was the first. I am the child of Sekhmet, and Aeternitas. My parents were brought together by a secret pact of a dark force long before all the other demi god’s had been made. He desired a forbidden fruit. A generation of children that could walk upon the earth where he could not.”

“Who was this dark force?”

“Oh, he had many names none worth mentioning but I am sure you have an idea who it was after all he has always existed since the very creation of this planet. At any rate the two of them were very much in love at least Aeternitas was however his enchantment over Sekhmet ended when he found her in the arms of the dark force, he could not understand that to create me they needed two seeds to create one life force. My mother was protected by this Dark force and my Father went to the other Gods begging for their help. At first they did nothing, until I was born. When they saw me...they became fearful.”

“Ah, little one, I only tell you what I know, I do not offer an explanation of the dynamics of it. In any event, this is all very tedious to me, and I grow hungry and weary. It is time my little one, to end this game. But . . . before I bring the two of you across, there is still some unfinished business I must conduct."

It was then Ka-Le looked up and stared off into the darkness.

"Come out, Nicholas. Do please come and join us, grace us with your presence."

He stepped forward and Nick Knight appeared in the room.

Backing away from the two mortals, Ka-Le stood face to face with the dark Knight.

"Release them!" Nick commanded.

Ka-Le only smiled.

"Make me."

Nick didn't move. He kept his place.

"Your plan has been foiled Ka-Le. Your attempt to kill your fellow vampires, including Lacroix, has failed! They live."

Turning away, Ka-Le moved slowly towards a small crate, his movement slow. Several things lay upon it and Ka-Le began to look over the instruments it contained. A jeweled knife, a saber and a scimitar.

"Is that what you think, Nicholas? That all of this was just to kill Lacroix and the younger generations of Vampires?"

Slightly confused Nick shrugged. "Wasn't it?"

"No, dear, sweet, naive Nicholas. I couldn't care less if Lacroix lives or dies, in fact I prefer it that he lives. At least long enough to see the death of his son."

Picking up the Knife, Ka-Le flung it at him. Ducking, Nick still felt the blade as it nicked his arm. Surprised at the pain it caused, Nick turned to see the knife was dripping with something wet.

"It's called Holy water, Nicholas. Mr. Solo here just happens to be Catholic and got me some special items that I needed."

Rising to his feet, Nick kept his stance careful and prepared to move for the next attack.

"You see, Nicholas, I know that Lacroix is not responsible directly for the death of my son . . . his creator murdered him, and since she has already passed on, well . . . you do see the point don't you?"

"An eye for an eye?"

Ka-Le smiled. "Indeed. As his master killed what is mine, I intend to kill his possession in return. Then I will take your body and present it to him like a trophy. He will rant and rave and try to kill me, but you see at that time I will have my two new creations and they will assist me in destroying him . . . only then will Lacroix die."

Grabbing up the scimitar, Ka-Le moved towards Nick. "Revenge is always sweet!" He lunged in attack. Nick, sensing his movement, flew up into the air just out of reach. Ka-Le laughed and joined Nicholas into the air.

***

While the two vampires battled, Illya took the moment to look to his partner.

"Napoleon! Napoleon, snap out of it! Come on, I need you to help me! Napoleon!"

Slowly the brown eyes moved, turning in the direction of the Russian. "Illya?"

"Napoleon! Please, help me my old friend."

"Illya?" Napoleon called his name as if in a far away dream.

"Yes, Napoleon quickly!"

Taking two steps forward, Napoleon paused to glance at the two vampires, then suddenly shaking his head, Napoleon awoke from his dream and turned to his partner.

"Illya. What the hell is going on?"

"Explanations can wait for later." Napoleon moved to the ropes and tried to untie them, only to see they wouldn't come loose.

"They won't come free!"

"The knife!" Illya pointed his head in the direction of the floor. Seeing the knife, Napoleon started for it.

***

Ka-Le dived into the air, swinging the scimitar at Nicholas, trying to cut off his head. Nick only moved out of the way, coming back with a kick that sent Ka-Le tumbling backwards and onto the hard floor.

Getting to his feet, he snarled his eyes turning a deep red. He held the scimitar in both his hands and returned to the air swinging at his prey with more violent intent.

Evading the scimitar, Nick countered his attack by flying down and grabbing the knife that Napoleon had just collected. "Sorry, need this more than you do!"

Napoleon scowled angrily but then was silent when he saw Nick use the knife to block a blow from Ka-Le, aimed at his head.

"The saber Napoleon!" Illya called.

Sighing, Napoleon went to the crate and, grabbing the saber, went back to his partner and started to slice away at the ropes.

"Waverly is just not going to believe all this! Vampires, Illya, damn blood-sucking vampires! Hold still tovarisch I'll have you free in a second." Napoleon whispered to his friend. Illya only smiled and pulled at the ropes hoping to free himself quicker.

"You might be surprised what he will believe, Napoleon."

Catching his meaning, Napoleon cursed. "Why in heaven's name didn't he . . ."

He paused, seeing Illya’s ice-blue eyes stare, and already knew the reason. Safety and a need to know basis only. "Old bastard. I am going to have a few words with him after this!" Angrily, Napoleon finally cut away the first rope and then started on the other side. Illya sat up and watched as Nick and Ka-Le continued their battle in the air.

The blades clanged loudly almost deafening everyone in the room. Each time Ka-Le tried a new maneuver, Nick simply countered it.

Sparing a glance to his mortal agents, Nick called to Illya. "Get out of here! Illya run!" Returning his focus on Ka-Le, Nick managed to stop another blow to his head with the scimitar, but not Ka-Le striking his fist in to his face.

Nick stumbled falling back and hit the solid wall on the other side of the room.

***

Free at last, Illya got to his feet rubbing his wrists.

"Napoleon, my gun where is it?"

Joining Illya's side, Napoleon shook his head. "I left it outside of this room, but what good will it do against a vampire?"

Running to the outer room, Illya spotted the fallen UNCLE Special. Picking it up, he stopped in mid motion when he could feel something warm against his chest. Warm, almost hot. Reaching under his chest Illya was surprised to remember the amulet he had taken from the Ka-Le tomb. Pulling it out, Illya looked at the amulet to see it was starting to glow.

***

Nick hit the floor with a loud bang. Out of breath and starting to feel the toil of the immortal battle he had to drag himself to his feet to stare Ka-Le down. He was coming towards him. He had abandoned the scimitar and was now holding the long saber in his hand.

The mortals had fled, but it was of no real concern to Ka-Le he would collect them later. First he would kill this one.

He raised his weapon above Nick and smiled in absolute glory.

"For Amon! My Son!"

Preparing to bring down the fatal blow, Ka-Le was too absorbed in attacking Nick to see the arrival of another Vampire. Lacroix came in to the fray, his hand grabbing the wrist that held the sword, and using his left leg, kicked Ka-Le from behind, sending him over Nick, losing his weapon and falling flat on his back.

"You may be older then I am Ka-Le but most assuredly not as smart. Do you honestly believe that foolish Doctor could kill me with some disease, and that I would allow you to kill my creation!"

Angry now, Lacroix moved forward and helped Nicholas to his feet. Taking a few steps away from the two of them Nick turned to look for Illya and Napoleon. He spotted them staring on at the trio in the corner of the room. Something shiny was glowing in Illya's hand.

"You murdered my creation! I demand equal justice!"

"Justice was served. Divia lives no more. She murdered your creation and I damned my soul when I murdered her in return. It is over. Your revenge is unfounded! Go back to whence you came or I will destroy you!"

Holding the saber tightly in the palm of his hand, Lacroix waited.

Ka-Le stared back with loathing hatred. Then, spotting what he wanted and needed, he rose into the air and flew at his target.

"Illya!" Nick went to block Ka-Le but it was already too late. Ka-Le pushed Napoleon aside and grabbed Illya by the arm.

"Very well, I will leave! But this one is coming with me!"

"NO!" Nick tried to move but Lacroix only pushed Nick back behind him.

"Nicholas, calm yourself. I will deal with this. Forget it Ka-Le, you are not taking anyone from this room. Release the mortal or I will carry out my threat."

Ka-Le only laughed and, to show off his last ace, he moved in, pulling Illya into his arms crushing his body against his own. Illya cried out when he saw the teeth moving towards his neck.

Lacroix and Nick started towards him ready to once again battle but this time together against a much greater evil.

***

Napoleon slowly got to his feet and saw the dark vampire preparing to make a meal out of his partner. He shook his head, looking for anything to stop this creature.

Almost by some miracle, he saw the long wooden stake sticking out of a fallen beam. Where it had come from or why, Napoleon didn't know, but he hurried to grab it.

***

Illya brought up his hand that held the amulet, hoping somehow to push the demon away and with it. The amulet struck. The glowing green light turned to a pure white color and burned a hole in Ka-Le's body.

Screaming in pain, he released his hold on Illya and the Russian took that moment to get away, just as Napoleon came from behind. The long wooden stake slammed into Ka-Le's back and straight into his heart.

Choking, he turned to confront Solo and received the final blow. Lacroix brought the saber down with full force cutting off Ka-Le's head, severing it from his body.

***

Napoleon found the UNCLE communicator pen and called for back up. Nick, meanwhile, stood next to Illya, pulling him away from the bloody remains of Ka-Le's body. Seeing this, Napoleon could not hide the jealousy on his face and the anger at seeing the two so close together.

Lacroix, who was also nearby, watched the two of them. One was his creation and the other a mortal. He frowned in displeasure. What did Nicholas see in that golden haired agent? Well, he was rather beautiful. At least Nicholas still had good taste for lovers.

"Are you ok Illya?"

"I'm fine. Really. But I don't know what happened." Illya glanced down and stared at the amulet that he still held in his hand.

"The Isis amulet? Illya, do you know this is rumored to be a very powerful weapon against vampires . . . as well as heal them and make them mortal again?"

Illya looked up and smiled, seeing the hope flash in his eyes, he handed Nick the amulet. They waited but nothing happened. It remained still. The smile faded and Illya looked up at Nick sadly. "Perhaps it just needs to recharge."

Nick wasn't so certain, but he nodded and put it into his pocket. He would look this artifact over later.

The UNCLE team arrived shortly and Nick was not surprised to see that Lacroix had made his departure.

Grabbing his partner, Napoleon pulled Illya into the far corner of the room. Making sure to get Illya as far away from Nick Knight as he could. He had to talk to Illya, now!

Alone, Nick spotted Schanke who was slowly trying to make his way into the fray. Turning back, he saw that Illya was with Napoleon and they seemed to be clinging very close to one another, talking. Unable to resist, he used his keen hearing to listen in.

"Napoleon - what is it you said you needed to talk to me about? Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Then, seeing the pain on his face, Illya touched his shoulder in concern. "Are you hurt?"

"No, its just that...well this has really been a crazy kind of week."

"Has it? I haven't noticed." Illya smiled up at Napoleon.

Napoleon felt his knees go weak.

"Illya . . . look, I know this isn't the time or place but . . . I almost lost you. I mean . . . I came to some dramatic conclusions tonight." Not sure how to continue, he paused and then raised his hand to touch Illya gently on the cheek. Surprised by this show of emotion, Illya looked back, puzzled. What could this mean?

"I know that long ago you presented your heart to me, and I rejected it . . . but if you ever made that offer again . . . I want you to know that I . . . I . . . ahm - Damn it Illya. You know what I am saying don't you?"

Illya, finally catching, on smiled, unable to help himself.

"I do." Illya replied and, raising his hand, he gently touched Napoleon's cheek in return. "I came to some dramatic conclusions this week myself.”

The two looked on at each other. The love was there, shining in their eyes. Evident, real . . . now.

Nick felt Schanke talking to him but heard nothing that was said. Seeing the loving gaze of the two mortals, Nick suddenly felt like a peeping tom and turned away.

“Earth to Nick! Are you paying attention at all to what I am saying? Hello!"

Nick turned and smiled. "Schanke. I hear everything. So after you finish the report I will take you out for some pizza."

Schanke smiled and watched as Nick started to walk away. Then he dropped it.

"Hey! No fair making me do all the reports! Nick! That had better be one big pizza with everything on it! Got me? Everything!"

***

UNCLE Morgue

The body was wheeled in by one of the medics. Doctor Lambert would look at the remains of Doctor Helen Kempacuff later. Pushing it against a wall in the lab, the man started to leave when a movement stopped him. He started to turn when two hands grabbed him by the throat. The last thing he remembered as two long sharp teeth penetrated his veins was a loud sucking sound, his heartbeat beginning to slow down and the sound of a woman giggling at her first feeding.

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Part three

A few nights later, Nick arrived at Illya's doorstep. He was not surprised to see that Illya was dressed up and preparing to go out.

"Sorry, bad timing huh?"

Rather red-faced, Illya stared at the red rose Nick had brought for a gift. Shaking his head, Illya took the rose and stepped back inside.

Sitting down on the couch, Illya stared at the red rose and tried to collect the words he was about to say. All the while, Nick was pacing around him.

Illya and Nick spoke at the same time.

"We need to talk." Laughing, Illya gazed into Nick's eyes.

"Nick, what we had was wonderful. I mean it was incredible. But, I . . . I need more. I need commitment and you can't do that, can you?"

Nick thought about it and shook his head. "No."

"Napoleon has been asking me out. He wants to, ah, court me - romance his way into my heart."

Seeing the look, Nick nodded, letting Illya off the hook. "You know I always prefer my freedom. Just make sure he treats you well Illya." My sweet Illya.

Illya smelled the rose and nodded. "I will. Please know that I love you. It's just not the same kind of love that I feel towards Napoleon. How I have always felt about him. I need to give this a chance. Please don't hate me."

Nick laughed. "Never."

Getting to his feet, Illya threw the rose on the couch and took Nick into his arms. Looking down at the golden blond, Nick bent down and gave Illya one last parting kiss. *Goodbye my golden prince*

When Illya broke away, Nick suddenly felt the pang of loneliness that once again filled him with longing.

"Always, Illya. Always." Forever!

Moving away, Illya reached for his black leather jacket and saw something else stirring in Nick's eyes.

"What is it Nick?"

"I ah, came over for another reason. I have been wanting to talk to you about my trip to the Ukraine."

Illya waited listening.

"While there, I did some research about your past. I found out some things that I thought maybe you should know."

Illya blinked.

"What things?"

"About your father."

Illya smiled and shook his head. "No thanks Nick. Whatever knowledge you have, I don't want it. I don't need it. Ever since Napoleon has, well, I mean, well, you know? The past just doesn't seem that important to me anymore. So whatever you know, just forget it. I have everything I need now. I don't need to look or live in the past any longer in the hopes of finding completeness. I no longer feel halved."

Nick paused, unsure whether to continue or not. He finally decided to give in.

The sudden knock caused them to turn to see Napoleon Solo standing by the open door holding one red rose in his hand. It didn't take a scientist to figure out what was flashing in Napoleon's mind.

"I was just leaving." Nick said.

"Don't let me stop you!" Replied Napoleon back rather hotly.

Illya couldn't resist laughing inside. The jealousy in Napoleon's eyes and voice told Illya all he needed to know. *Napoleon wasn't just playing around, he is in love . . . with me!*

"Good bye Illya and good luck Napoleon." As he passed Napoleon, Nick whispered softly into his ear.

"Don’t let him go, he is a prize worth keeping."

Clearing his throat, Napoleon didn't respond, but the anger and hate he held for Nick suddenly wasn't there anymore in his heart.

Still standing by the door he offered Illya the rose. Illya moved forward and with a hidden movement sent the other rose on the couch onto the floor where he kicked it with his shoe under the couch. Taking a deep smell of the rose Napoleon had given him, he looked up at with love shining in his eyes.

"So what shall it be - movies and dinner?"

Napoleon laughed and shook his head. "I was thinking more on the lines of calling out and staying in."

Illya grinned and slowly, ever slowly, they drew in closer. The warmth and the heat filled their bodies. A moment later their lips were touching.

***

Nick watched them outside the window. Then, seeing that things were going to be okay, he flew away.

***

Two nights later, Nick found his way to Waverly's office. The old man was looking over a few things in folders and, on seeing Knight, he put them aside.

The old man reached for his pipe and took several deep puffs from it before speaking.

"I should thank you Nicholas."

"Waverly?"

"Alexander, Nicholas. You can call me Alexander."

"Alexander. Thank me for what?"

"For stepping aside and seeing to it that my heir and Mr. Kuryakin are on their way into the next step of their relationship."

Catching his meaning, Nick agreed. "Illya loves Napoleon and Napoleon loves Illya. I had to step aside. They belong together. I am sorry that I interfered in your plans."

"On the contrary, it was your interference that got them together. A little jealousy goes a long way. How is Lacroix?"

Instant change of subject. Nick shook his head.

"I haven't talked to him, but he is around."

"I will have to have a talk with him . . . in a few weeks-this came in.”

Picking up the folder, Nick took it and read files within.

"It's conclusive, Nicholas. Lacroix should be told it was a boy."

Nick paled slightly, the fear returning to his eyes. He had hoped that Illya would turn out to be Aristotle's child or the other . . . but no, it was conclusive, here in these files. Illya was Lacroix's flesh and blood mortal son.

"Don't worry Nicholas, I will talk to him and make sure everything goes smoothly."

Not sure what control Alexander Waverly could have over Lacroix, Nick still couldn't keep the worry from his eyes.

"Can't you keep this a secret, forget about it? I talked to Illya a few days ago and he doesn't want to know about his past."

"Secrets, Nick, have a way of always being found out. I also know that whatever is to come will come, no matter how long or how you try to hide it. In that you were correct. He should be told."

"He could kill Illya."

"He will do no such thing. Stop worrying Nicholas. I will handle him."

Still not sure, Nick put down the folder and started for the door.

"Oh and Nick . . . about that amulet that Illya gave you. Has it worked at all?"

Feeling the sting of mockery in Waverly's voice, Nick looked back at Alexander and shook his head sadly.

"Perhaps, as Illya said, it just needs to recharge itself . . . one mustn't give up hope, should one?"

Turning away, Nick headed out the door. The door closed behind him.

A moment later a woman stepped out from behind Waverly and looked down at her boss. "You didn't tell Nick that according to legend the amulet can only be used by mortal hands?"

"Didn't I? Oh, how careless of me . . . perhaps someday I will have to rectify that."

Waverly returned to his work, ignoring the puzzled look of Doctor Lambert.

***

Outside in his car, Nick pulled out the amulet. Staring at it, he held it firmly gazing into it hoping it would do something, anything. But it only remained as it was. Throwing it into his glove compartment, Nick started up the car and headed for the Raven.

***

Not sure why he had been called in to work so late at night, Napoleon entered Waverly's office.

The old man was waiting for him. Sitting quietly by the chair.

"Mr. Waverly? You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Napoleon I need to discuss something with you that will alter your life in many ways."

Surprised that the old man called him by his first name. Napoleon flinched slightly.

"Sir?"

"Here maybe this will explain. Please read them carefully." He handed Napoleon several folders. Waverly watched as Napoleon read each file. A little over 25 minutes later he put the folders down.

"Illya is half Vampire?"

"Yes, but is still very much mortal."

Taken aback, Napoleon shook his head. "I don't understand."

"No, Napoleon you do not see. UNCLE is more than just an International Law Enforcement agency. It is a NETWORK formed by Vampires and mortals alike, who wish to create a union of both these species. A safety net you might say with two different factions making up UNCLE as it is."

"I see, and you couldn't tell me this? I mean, I am to take over someday. Everyone says that I am . . ."

Waverly laughed lightly. "Yes Napoleon, someday, I will want to move on and when I do . . . I want you to take over this section of UNCLE. But I needed to test you. To see you work and mature. To watch you grow."

"I am not a child."

"No . . . but sometimes you act it. This seat is a powerful seat Napoleon and with it comes greater responsibility. I needed to be sure that you were right for this position. Now I know you are."

Napoleon looked back at the files and then at Waverly. "Does Illya know?"

"Not yet . . . soon. When the time is right. But right now I am more concerned with you."

"Me Sir?"

"Napoleon, you are UNCLE'S finest. Believe it or not, even my superiors find you very interesting - a perfect model to replace me. But to replace me you cannot be as you are."

It took Napoleon a second to understand what he was saying. Napoleon saw Alexander's eyes change color. They began to glow a bright green. Startled, Napoleon remained where he was. "You want to turn me into a Vampire - like you? Like Nick Knight? Like that Ka-Le?"

"Yes."

"To become a blood-sucking parasite?" Napoleon tried to hold back his contempt but couldn't. "To kill people as if they were cattle?"

"No, Napoleon forget all that you have heard about Vampires from the movies, books, comics . . . all of it. Vampires have been around for a long time. In the beginning, yes and even sometimes today, they still feed upon the human race. But they don't all kill or treat mortals like cattle. Do I treat you like cattle? Have I ever treated you less then any other mortal agent in my field?"

Napoleon swallowed.

"Nicholas doesn't kill. He drinks cow's blood. Not one of my favorite choices or one that most vampires choose . . . but you do not have to kill or drain a human of blood to exist as a Vampire. I can, when and if you permit me to, bring you across, teach you control."

Turning away, Napoleon's mind began to pull his thoughts together. "To be immortal, to live forever. Never die. To be able to fly and have incredible strength . . . never to get another cold?"

Waverly nodded. "You would never again see the sunlight, you would always have a thirst for blood. It does have its drawbacks as you well know."

Napoleon slightly smiled and chuckled softly. "A week ago I would have been laughing about this whole subject of vampires. Now . . . Ka-Le didn't give me a choice, but you are?"

"Yes, you can choose to become one of us - to become immortal and to gain not only someday my seat, but also develop a new awareness and new respect for life. It is a gracious gift. But not without cost."

He nodded. Then Napoleon thought of something. "Illya? I can't give up Illya."

Waverly waved the fear away with his hand. "I would never ask you to give him up. Illya is yours. He has always been yours. You just didn't know it until now."

Relaxing, Napoleon nodded.

"If I refuse? You will kill me?"

Waverly laughed outright. "No Napoleon. I will just simply remove all memory of our conversation and start looking . . . again for another heir."

"I see." Napoleon looked into Waverly's eyes and smiled. "This is so much to take in . . . to give up my mortal soul . . . can I have some time to think about it?"

Waverly nodded. "Of course. How much time do you wish?"

"A week?"

Waverly nodded. "One week then."

Rising to his feet, Napoleon reached for Waverly's hand and shook it gingerly.

"You have the rest of the week off. Enjoy it with Mr. Kuryakin. You both need it I think."

Napoleon started for the door and paused and turned back to his boss and perhaps future Master.

"What about Illya? He is mortal and if I become immortal...I couldn't let Illya die."

Waverly again smiled and eased Napoleon's mind. "Don't worry. We won't allow that to happen." Napoleon nodded and headed out the door his thoughts now deeply burdened. He now had a choice to make - one that would alter his and Illya's life forever.

***

Epilog

Nick parked his 1957 corvette, removed his dark shades and headed inside the Raven. The place was empty. Everyone must have gone home except Janette. She was there behind the bar, having a glass of her favorite drink, human blood with a small mixture of wine.

"Janette . . . Is Lacroix around?" Janette paused. Smiling, she shook her head.

"No . . . what is it, Nicolai? What brings you to the Raven freely by choice?"

Sitting down on a nearby stool, he leaned close to Janette and nodded.

"Just checking up on you . . . How are you feeling?"

She smiled and, taking his lips into her own, she gave him a reminder of her unforgettable passion.

Nick pulled away, unable to suppress his smile. "I see, fine."

"Yes, but in need of a new bartender...you wouldn't happen to know anyone off hand would you? Perhaps that little blond friend of yours . . . I hear he is quite a catch."

He shook his head, the smile fading from his lips.

"Janette, I need to talk to you. But I need to also know that I can trust you."

"Secrets, Nicolai?"

"Yes, I need to know . . . You have known Lacroix longer then I and there is something I am not sure how or whether I should tell him. If I do he may . . . he could do anything and hurt him . . ."

"Him? Who?" Janette leaned back slightly. "Nicolai, you are not making much sense. If you want to talk to me, tell me then. I promise . . . I will keep your confidence and try to help in what ever way I can."

Sighing, Nick leaned against the bar. Janette offered him a sip of her drink but he shook his head.

"Over 30 years ago, Lacroix, Aristotle and another Vampire were used in Neningar, an experimental concentration camp in Germany. Fellow scientists, including a Doctor Kempacuff, were trying to find a way to make a master race, superior even to Vampires. They impregnated over 20 women with Vampire serum. I don't know how they managed to do it, the formula was lost in a fire. In a battle, all the women but one was killed. One survived. She returned to her homeland, and gave birth to a mortal child. A son."

"Yes . . . quite sure and sadly all too possible. I had UNCLE check into it. Aristotle . . ."

"So that is why you visited him . . . I do not understand why Lacroix would want to participate in this kind of project. He has had no interest in bearing any mortal child."

"He didn't participate willingly, and as far as he knows, all of the women were killed. He even killed the head scientist. Only Lacroix forgot that the scientist had a child and did not know that she would grow up hating him and wanting to destroy us."

Janette smiled. "The Sins of the father, Nicolai."

"The mortal child born of the woman in the concentration camp . . . grew up, Janette and is still alive. Mortal. His was the blood that saved us from the plague."

"And you want to know how Lacroix will react to this?"

"I need to know if he will kill him or try to turn him or . . . leave him be."

Janette shrugged. Taking up her drink, she took several large gulps then she stared at Nick solemnly.

"I don't know. Lacroix is complex - as complex as you. He can sometimes be a great lone wolf, and other times he can be without mercy. You know that. You have felt his hand. It can be cruel and sometimes it can be gentle. Sometimes . . . sometimes he can be . . . I do not know, Nicolai, but he will have to be told."

"I can't tell him. He will hurt Illya. Kill him maybe."

Janette dropped her glass. It hit the corner of the table then hit the floor, smashing into pieces. Janette didn't look away from Nick's eyes.

"Illya? The blond Russian, the one that you-"

"It's over between us. Illya needs more then I could give him and if I stayed with him Lacroix, in his jealousy, could make things difficult. Besides as you say it's only a matter of time before he finds out. But I need to keep this secret just a little longer Janette. Please don't tell him. I need time."

Janette withdrew her eyes from him. She spotted the shadowy figure standing in the doorway. It backed away drawing itself away into the darkness.

"Illya doesn't even know. I tried to tell him but he . . . he doesn't want to know anything more about his past. He wants to live for today."

"That is something that you should follow, Nicolai. . . . and stop this search for mortality. It's a foolish quest. It can only lead you to more unhappiness, my love." She reached out and touched his hand. But Nick pulled away. He got to his feet and looked away from her.

"I have to go. Don't tell him anything Janette . . . remember you promised."

Janette nodded and watched as Nicholas left the Raven. "I don't have to tell him anything . . . nothing at all."

Turning, she went to call for one of her workers to clean up the broken glass and she saw Lacroix seated at the end of the bar. He was holding in his hand a goblet of red blood. He took a sip and then, turning to Janette, he saluted her and then he smiled.

The end?

Not quite, look for the conclusion in Lacroix's Heart Affair

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