Title:       The Doors
Author:      DCE aka ViciousGurl
Email:       geek-tastic AT gmx DOT com
Archive:     Okay to archive on www.fkfanfic.com , all others must 
             ask permission.
Disclaimers: All the FK characters and concept belong to TriStar, Inc. 
             The song 'Hello, I Love You' is written and performed by 
             The Doors. No infringement is intended. The rest of the 
             cast and this story are created and copyrighted by me.
Notes:       1) My humble thanks to Lisa McDavid for easing my mind, 
             and for being the wonderful list mommy that she is :)
             2) Many thanks to Mindi and Dawn for beta reading. 
             3) Even though this is a purely FK fic and can stand on 
             its own this is still a part of my FK/HL xover series. 
             It's not necessary to have read the rest of the series 
             but to get some idea of the background for this story, 
             you might want to glance through 'Janette At Noon' first. 
Dedication:  This one is for all the Vaqueras & Vaqueros out there. 
Feedback:    Yes, please :)
			
This story follows my previous one, 'Two' which can be found
on my web page at http://www.dlc.fi/~dce/fic/index.html


THE DOORS
by DCE aka ViciousGurl
<geek-tastic AT gmx DOT com>
(c)2001


"When the doors of perception are cleansed, man 
will see things as they truly are, infinite."
                                - William Blake


Javier Vachon closed his dark eyes and let the cacophony of throbbing
hearts wash over him. Breathing in deeply his nostrils flared at the
mixture of smells filling the club. Soap. Sweat. Lust. La Cave wasn't
a vampire hangout but the 'in' club of the moment in the heart of
Montreal, and tonight, as most nights, it was crammed with the usual
motley crew. The dance floor was swarming with warm bodies, and
although the local band sweating on stage wasn't spoiled with
originality the lead singer wasn't that bad.

Cracking his eyes open for a fraction the Spaniard idly scanned the
crowd. He hadn't stepped in for the music. He was more interested in
any potential donors. He was hungry, and of late he'd become fed up
with the bottled stuff, so tonight he was going to indulge himself.

Anticipation filled him like the sweet honey he still remembered from
the days of his mortal childhood. And as it had been during those days
long gone by, so was it tonight; planning and waiting was part of the
fun.

The band switched from covering early 'Rolling Stones' tunes to
imitating 'The Doors'. Vachon decided they didn't sound half bad. As
the singer channeled with gusto the Lizard King himself, Vachon let
his mind slide back a few decades to the original version.

A small smile curled his lips as he fondly remembered the many nights
he'd spent with that crazy bunch. The good old days. They'd been true
originals. Crackbrained mavericks, definitely, but ingenious, as well.
Too bad that Morrison had been so fascinated with death. No, that
wasn't right. He'd been *obsessed* with it. Death. The final curtain.
The End. Death being so near and dear to them both there had been
moments when Vachon had seriously toyed with the idea of bringing him
across. But as casually careless as he usually was Vachon liked to
think that he'd learned a little something from the incident with Urs
and had, in the end, decided to leave well enough alone. But he'd
always felt that had the Morrison kid been just a tad more interested
in life he'd have made one heck of a bloodsucker. But undead or not,
the guys sure had been fun to hang around with. Man, most of the time
they'd been flying higher than him, also without wings.

As the final notes of 'Five To One' drifted off and another old,
familiar tune filled the club, Vachon's thoughts turned to Janette.

		Hello, I love you
		Won't you tell me your name?
		Hello, I love you 
		Let me jump in your game
		Hello, I love you 
		Won't you tell me your name? 
		Hello, I love you
		Let me jump in your game

They had parted ways, quite amicably, three weeks ago. Janette had
missed Paris, and after LaCroix had relocated himself there the pull
of the city had simply become too great to resist. She hadn't asked
him to tag along, and he hadn't been ready to give up on Montreal just
yet.

Vachon had always known that the thing between them wasn't for keeps.
It had been a diversion, a pleasant way to pass time. But had either
of them had the inclination, it could've so very easily been... more.
Or, maybe it had just been him. It was hard to tell; the old ones were
very good at keeping their secrets.

		She's walking down the street
		Blind to every eye she meets
		Do you think you'll be the guy
		To make the queen of the angels sigh?

With a wicked grin Vachon thought that at least no one could blame him
for lack of trying. The things one could come up with when properly
motivated was simply amazing. He'd sometimes surprised even himself.
And sometimes, he'd been the one left amazed. DuCharme had been
everything her chosen name implied - and so much more. Of course, the
name of the game *had* been 'fun', and they'd both enjoyed themselves,
as well as each other.

Janette had been many things, some of which he'd expected, others he
hadn't seen until they'd hit him on the head. But she'd always,
always, been a delight. She had an amazingly wicked sense of humor,
and she wasn't afraid to laugh at herself, either.

Smiling, Vachon remembered some of their crazier, more impulsive
stunts. Oh yeah, despite her trademark regal air Janette had no
problem playing downright dirty when the mood struck. And as with
everything else, she did that, too, gracefully, with class.

He missed her.

		She holds her head so high
		Like a statue in the sky
		Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
		When she moves my brain screams out this song

Vachon could only agree with the lyrics. Jim could've well written the
song with Janette in mind, it was so spot on.

He could remember the very first time he'd ever laid eyes on her.
She'd been breathtaking. Of course, that was par for the course for
Janette, but there was always more to her than just her looks. The
beauty had brains, and she wasn't afraid to let it show. She was also
older, and much more powerful than him, all which added to her charms.

Janette had been about as far removed from his usual type as anyone
could've been, and still he'd instantly found himself fall under her
spell. She, of course, had managed to show amazing restraint before
finally allowing him to approach. Yes, allowed. One didn't just prance
up to a vampire her age with the intent to pick her up by using a line
she'd most likely heard a zillion times before. What one *did*, while
letting her know that you're ready to fly into the sun if she won't
acknowledge you sooner rather than later, was *wait*. And sometimes,
if you were lucky, you got what you wanted. For awhile.

		Sidewalk crouches at her feet
		Like a dog that begs for something sweet
		Do you hope to make her see, you fool?
		Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

Putting his thoughts of Janette aside for the moment, Vachon honed in
on his prey. He had finally picked his chosen sweet from the dancing
crowd. The girl's long, dark blond hair swayed like a flag as she
moved to the beat of the song. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks
were flushed with the warmth of her blood rushing through her veins.

Slowly making his way towards her, Vachon pinpointed her heartbeat and
let it be the only sound he could hear. The fast but steady rhythm
filled his conscious mind, pounding inside his skull like a
hypnotizing drum.

Getting closer to his target Vachon got his first whiff of her scent.
Honey and peaches.

His canines ached in sweet anticipation.


		Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
		I want you
		Hello
		I need my baby
		Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello


- fade out -