This is a FK/HL xover. All the FK characters and concept belong 
to TriStar, Inc. and the HL characters and concept belong to Davis/
Panzer Productions, Inc. No infringement is intended. The rest of 
the cast and this story are created and copyrighted by me. This 
story follows my previous one: 'The Collector' which can be found 
on my web page at: http://www.dlc.fi/~dce/fic/index.html
All and any comments are welcome. 

Many thanks to my beta readers Alison, Bob, Brandi, Stevana and Sue.  
Thanks to their very generous help this is now a better story.



DREAM ON
by DCE aka ViciousGurl
<geek-tastic AT gmx DOT com>
(c)1998



"Honeyy!! We've got companyyy!" 

LaCroix emerged from the living room as he heard Antonia's 'sonorous'   
yell from the hall. There he was met with the pleasant sight of his 
three children. But as he got closer to them he knitted his brows 
in confusion. There was something terribly wrong. Instead of three 
vampires he could only sense the presence of one, while there was 
a cacophony of three different heartbeats drumming in his ears.... 

And what an earth was Janette was wearing? A -- pink plaid dress?!? 

"What is going on here?!" he roared, upset.

"Natalie made it, she found the cure", Nick answered, beaming at him.   
He took Janette's hand lovingly into his own. "We're free! At last!"

"Oui, we are mortal again", Janette affirmed, smiling sappily back 
at Nick, "Now we can finally have those five children we always 
dreamed of."

"Children..", Nick sighed happily, "I can already see us changing 
their diapers..."

LaCroix turned his burning eyes to Natalie who was standing behind 
her former siblings. "What have you done?!" he snarled at her. 

"As they said, I found the cure", Natalie said nonchalantly, "it 
was surprisingly simple, really, once I put my mind to it." 

"Well, it won't last for long", LaCroix swore, "be prepared to say 
good-bye to the light again...."

Neither Nick nor Janette seemed worried  either by his words or his 
menacing advance towards them. "We'll just take the cure again", 
Janette said as if she was talking to a child. 

"In that case, you must really *love* crossing over, because that's 
what you'll be doing every time you take her damned potion", LaCroix 
said with his most threatening tone. He threw a quick glance in  
Natalie's direction. "And how do you even know that this condition 
of yours is a permanent one? Maybe this is just another quick fix." 

"Oh, it is quite permanent, LaCroix", Natalie assured walking 
towards him as if she didn't have a care in the world. 

"I'm surprised that you haven't taken the cure yourself, Doctor", 
LaCroix remarked testily, while he silently wondered if her hips 
had always had that delightful sway while she walked. 

"And give up this new existence of mine?" Natalie laughed a little, 
"I am in no hurry to get any more wrinkles -- Lucien." She breathed 
his name softly, like it was a caress, and stopped right in front of 
him. She ran her fingers across his chest, and gazing into his eyes, 
whispered: "You know, with the right marketing this cure could 
become quite profitable..." 

"Excuse me, Natalie", Antonia's cold voice cut through the air, 
"just what do you think you're doing?" 

Natalie glanced in her direction and looked surprised: "I thought 
it was obvious - I'm making a proposition to Lucien." 

"That's what I meant", Antonia said sharply. She threw a meaningful 
look at Natalie, whose fingers had somehow traveled to play with 
LaCroix's hair. 

Natalie chose to ignore her and concentrated her attention to her 
master: "Think of it, Lucien. Vampires could become mortals, enjoy 
the sun for a while, and then *you* could bring them back across, 
again. Soon you would have the entire community at your feet... and 
then the whole world..." 

Ruler of the world, LaCroix mused. Yes, that *did* have a nice ring 
to it. Then he concentrated his attention to his daughter. There was 
something different about her.... Not only had her way of thinking 
improved remarkably, but had her blue eyes really always sparkled 
like that? Or maybe the difference was all in her outfit. While 
becoming mortal obviously didn't agree with Janette's fashion sense, 
becoming a vampire had vastly improved that of Natalie's, he thought.  
Midnight blue was undeniably her color. His eyes widened as Natalie 
moistened her lips with her tongue. Yes, he was definitely noticing 
a few new qualities to her tonight. 

"Lucien!" 

His pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Antonia, whose expression 
predicted a severe storm and at least a few weeks worth of 
sleeping in the guest room.

"Krhhm, yes", he made a futile attempt to get away from Natalie.  
"You don't seem to be very upset to see Nicholas and Janette 
together", he then remarked, nodding towards the said couple who 
seemed to be unable to keep their hands off of each other. 

Natalie didn't even bother to look at them but pressed herself 
closer to LaCroix's firm body, and said: "What can I say? You 
were right all along. It was the vampire I was attracted to.  
Once it was gone..." She shrugged her shoulders elegantly, lifted 
her huge eyes from his chest, and batted her eyelashes invitingly: 
"But, now that I've had a while to think about it I finally know 
what, or rather *who*, I really want..." 

"That's it! This is your last warning, Lucien." Antonia stared at 
him angrily, hands on her hips. "Get rid of that -- that floozy, 
or else!"

"Hey, who are you calling a floozy?!" Natalie resented the choice 
of words. She then turned to LaCroix, and said against his lips: 
"Never mind her, Lucien, she can never do to you what I can... Just 
picture the entire planet at your feet..." 

"Fine!" Antonia shouted.

Part of LaCroix watched helplessly as she stormed out the door, 
while another part of his  brain was imagining himself as the 
Emperor of all things living - and undead.

"Maybe you should go after her", Nick suggested, "she seemed to be 
a little upset." 

LaCroix thought about his words while Natalie rained kisses on 
him. Maybe he should go after Antonia. She had been a bit 
annoyed but she really had no reason to be. After all, *he* hadn't 
done anything - he didn't have to, Natalie took care of everything. 
And even Antonia would have to agree it wasn't his fault women 
happened to find him absolutely divine, and just couldn't control 
themselves around him...

********

A little later, LaCroix and the rest of his party arrived at the 
Raven. He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw Antonia and Vachon 
on the dancefloor - dancing to *their* song, his and Antonia's.

How dare she do the macarena with someone alese?!? And on top of it, 
that -- that no-good Spaniard wasn't even doing it right!

He watched, paralyzed, as Vachon traced a wet path from the hollow 
of Antonia's throat to her right earlobe with the tip of his cold 
tongue. Then Vachon locked his golden eyes with LaCroix's and gave 
him a slow, smug smile over Antonia's shoulder as he pierced her 
throat with his fangs. LaCroix watched in strange fascination how 
she gripped his shoulders with her fingernails and let out a moan 
of passion. 

That sound snapped him finally out of his paralysis. But before he 
was able to do anything, he was distracted by Urs. She entwined her 
arms around his neck and began nibbling his ear. 

"Urs, stop it this instant", he ordered, trying to get her loosen 
her grip around his neck. 

"Oh, you don't *really* mean that, General", the Golden Goddess 
whispered throatily, and revealed her fangs. 

She really has beautiful canines, LaCroix thought, distracted for 
a moment. However, he was soon distracted even further by Alma  
who was dressed in a full dominatrix costume complete with a 
whip.

"Oh, I think the General meant just what he said, Goldilocks", 
Alma snarled at the other woman, "so be a good little fledgling, 
and go play with your bald friend over there." She nodded towards 
Screed who was happily draining a rat at the back of the Raven. 
"The General needs a full-blooded vampire", she said tossing her 
hair back, and lashing her whip for greater effect. 

Obviously a woman who knows what she wants, LaCroix thought, his 
burning eyes now glued to the black rubber outfit which hugged 
Alma's every curve. He flashed his fangs at her. She tossed Urs 
aside and ran her fingers lightly along his stomach and down to 
his thighs. This could be interesting, LaCroix thought, swallowing 
a lump down his throat.

"Keep your hands off of him, Catwoman", Natalie's hiss cut off 
their pleasant interlude. "He's mine." 

Alma gave Natalie the once over and was not impressed. She 
slowly slid her hand along LaCroix's side, and smiling unpleasantly 
said: "I don't think so." 

"Why you little..." Natalie snarled, her fingernails poised in mid 
air, with Urs cheering along beside her, when LaCroix interrupted 
them. 

He arched his brow as only he could and smiled pleasantly at the 
three of them: "Ladies, ladies, please. There's no need to fight.  
There's enough of me for you all to..." 

He stopped in mid sentence as he heard a loud snort behind 
him. He turned to face the culprit and was surprised to see Plato. 

"You always did have a big -- ego, Lucius", Plato smirked, "but 
*I'm* the one who posed for Michelangelo's 'David'. So ladies, 
if you come with me I'll show you just what..." 

Nick had watched this whole charade in silence but now he 
couldn't keep quiet anymore. He couldn't believe that Natalie, 
too, was drooling after LaCroix when *he* was standing right next 
to her. Glancing at her, he spoke up, cutting off Plato: "Well, 
you're not the only one who's been an inspiration to great art, 
Plato. I've been known to take off my clothes for art as well..." 

"And just who found you inspirational, Nicholas?" Plato asked,  
obviously amused at the very thought. 

But before Nick had the chance to answer, Urs, Natalie and Alma 
practically yelled: "We don't care! We want LaCroix...!!!" 

Nick watched in astonishment as the women attacked his former 
master with gusto he had rarely witnessed even in the most 
dedicated soldiers. 

"I don't understand this", Nick complained in confusion. He turned 
to Janette for support: "How can they all ignore me like this? *I'm* 
the adorable one." 

"Maybe they're just in a mood for something... different", Janette 
suggested, casting a longing glance towards Plato. Then she saw 
the hurt-puppy-look Nick gave her. She cupped his cheek in her 
warm hand and managed to brighten his fallen expression by saying 
with a tender smile: "Never mind them, Nicolas, you will *always* 
be my golden retrie..., eh, boy." 

In the meanwhile, LaCroix was enjoying the attention being 
paid to him. The women had managed to discard most of 
his clothing, all that was left was his underwear. The 
sight drove the drooling women into frenzy and LaCroix 
had to do his best not be thrown onto the floor that second. 
Ah, the trusty long johns with little cupids on them never 
failed. 

But his fun came to sudden end.

"So, *this* is your idea of fidelity", Antonia hissed in a 
dangerous tone as she pushed her way through the women to 
LaCroix. "You promised me forever, *my dear*, or have you 
forgotten that already?" 

"My dear, this -- this isn't what it seems. Really", LaCroix 
stuttered, trying to wipe his face clean from lipstick. 

"Really?" Antonia's smile could've frozen hell over, "well 
then, I guess *this* isn't really what it seems to be, either!" 

She pulled her hand from behind her back. She was holding a 
nasty-looking wooden stake. 

"Say good-bye, Lucien", she said smiling sweetly, and plunged 
the stake towards his heart.


That's when LaCroix woke up. 

He swiped the cold, bloody sweat from his forehead and heaved a 
sigh. Shaking his head a little he turned to look for Antonia, 
only to find her side of the bed empty. Of course, he had forgotten 
that she had gone to Seacouver for a week to visit MacLeod and his 
companions. 

No wonder I've got nightmares, LaCroix thought wearily. He always 
had trouble sleeping without her. And this time the dreams had 
been even worse than when he'd gone to New York two months ago. 

Or maybe he just shouldn't have drank that last bottle of blood 
just before he turned in to bed that morning....



The End