Hi everyone! Here's a short one, while I take a breather from one of my 
sequels. Hope you enjoy it. Questions, comments, etc... send to 
kcsmith@hotmail.com. 
 Nick/Nat, etc. don't belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended.
 Permission to post on the JADFE site and Mel's fanfic site. 
 This is a little bit dark, ADULT, Nick/Nat story. Humor me, huh?

                         Point of View

    *Nat was worried. Ever since the demon had possessed Nick, he was acting 
really odd. He was drinking human blood. He wouldn't talk to her, or anyone
else for that matter, unless it was absolutely necessary. When he thought 
she wasn't looking, he let the vampire loose. She would see his reflection in
a light in the morgue, or a window of a car. The golden eyes, the sharp, deadly
points of his fangs. 
 But it wasn't Nick she was worried about. Not really. It was her reaction.
She *liked* seeing this darker, more mysterious side of Nick. She found herself
lying awake, fantasizing what it would be like to have him attack her. To force
her to submit to him. To take her body and her blood. She shook herself, as she
tried to refocus on the autopsy report in front of her. 
 After an hour, she realized that it would be impossible for her to stay focused
on her report. So she gathered her things and booked off early. Then she headed
home. 
    Once Nat was in the door, she put her stuff away, fed Sydney and went into 
the bathroom. A good, hot bath and a glass of wine would help her relax. She 
drew her bath water, adding a liberal amount of her favorite bubble bath, then 
went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of chilled Pink Chablis.
 Settling into the tub, she slowly drank her wine. She thought of all that had
happened in the last few weeks. When Nick had attacked her, when the demon had
possessed him, she had been afraid. Not afraid for herself. Afraid for Nick.
If he had killed her, or brought her across, she knew he would loathe himself
even more than he already did. 
 No, she wasn't afraid of dying. After the asteroid scare, she had taken a good
hard look at her life. If she died, the only things she'd really be losing, would
be Nick and Sydney. She had come to terms with the thought of dying and she was
no longer afraid of it. 
 Since the incident at Vanderwaahl's, Nat was no longer afraid of the Vampire
side of Nick, either. In fact, she was thrilled by it, fascinated with it, 
aroused by it.
 Coming out of her reverie, Nat drained the tub and stood to rinse off the 
bubbles. She wrapped a large bathsheet around herself, then picked up her half
full glass of wine and headed for her bedroom. Picking her hairbrush up from her
dresser, she began to comb out her tangled mass of curls. She stopped as she saw
two glowing eyes, staring at her, in the mirror. Setting her brush down, she 
turned slowly around and regarded the being that stood near her balcony window, 
silently watching her every move.
 "Hello, Nick." She said, calmly. She moved to the chair at the foot of her bed,
preparing to pick up her bathrobe. As she reached for the robe, however, a pair
of icy hands grabbed her from behind. 
 "Don't." Nick said, his voice low and gravelly.
 Nat closed her eyes, leaning slightly towards him. "Alright." She took a deep, 
shuddering breath, as she felt one hand close around her firm, full breast.
 "You smell so inviting. So sweet. I wonder if you taste as wonderful as you 
smell." Nick said to her.
 Nat tried to pull away, to turn and face him.
 But he misunderstood her actions. "Don't try to get away. It is useless, you
know."
 Nat frowned slightly, but then smiled to herself. Here was the perfect 
opportunity to act out a secret fantasy. If only she could make Nick understand.
She tried again to pull away. 
 "I don't think you understand, Doctor, what kind of danger you are in." Nick
said, turning her roughly around, to face him.
 "I understand, Nick. Believe me, I understand." She looked defiantly at him,
tilting her chin slightly. "I'm not afraid."
 Nick's lip curled into an evil grin. He chuckled softly. "You should be."
 "Maybe it's you, who should be afraid of me." Nat said, looking levelly at
him. 
 Nick laughed outright at that. "I see. Just what, exactly, is it that I should
fear from you?"
 Nat turned her back on him. "There's only one way for you to find out." She 
gasped in surprise, as Nick pulled her roughly to him. 
 "Then I guess I'll have to figure it out, won't I?" Nick growled in her ear.
He pulled her close to him, kissing her savagely, caressing her bare shoulders
with the rough, cold palms of his hands. 
 Nat placed her palms on his chest, whimpering slightly and tried to push him
away. She was enjoying this little game. 
 Nick grabbed her hands, holding them both in one of his own, then pushed her 
back against the wall. He held them high above her head, then kissed her again.
After a moment, he released her lips, kissing along the ridge of her jawline, 
to her neck. Finding the sensitive pulse point, he began to gently suck on her 
neck. 
 Nat gasped at the jolt of electricity that ran through her when he began to 
suck on and nip at the vein on her neck. She found herself wishing that he 
would sink his fangs into it and take her. "Nick," she said, breathlessly. 
"Please." She whispered. She wanted him, oh so much.
 Nick pulled away slightly, his golden eyes staring into her blue ones. He 
gently caressed her face with the palm of his hand, trailing down the side of
her neck, along her collarbone to the edge of the towel. He grabbed hold of it
and pulled it off of her, exposing her nude form to his hungry gaze. He stood,
silently staring at her for a moment. His nostrils flared and he leaned forward
to whisper in her ear. "You are more beautiful than I imagined."
 Nat closed her eyes briefly. He had imagined her like this? Hmmm. Knowing it
was risky, but really wanting to push their relationship further, Nat again 
tried to get away.
 Nick's eyes turned scarlet for a second, then he pushed her more firmly against
the wall. "I keep telling you not to fight me." He brought his mouth savagely
down upon hers, holding her chin with his free hand. He pulled away from her 
mouth, trailing kisses down her neck, again finding the sensitive pulse point,
then moving further down, to the full, round curves of her breasts. He teased
the outline of one, then the other, then slowly worked his way to the center of
one. He stuck his tongue out, lightly licking the rose colored tip, then pulled
it hungrily into his mouth. He sucked on it for several moments, then moved to
its twin, devouring that one as passionately as he had the first. 
 Nat threw her head back, enjoying the sensations coursing through her. She felt
the hot rush of fluid, as her body became fully aroused; fully prepared for full
penetration of Nick's icy, smooth, rock hard shaft. Whimpering with need, she 
tried to pull her hands free. Besides, she was supposed to be trying to ward him
off. A slow, devilish grin crept onto her face.
 Nick felt Nat's resistance and it fueled his desire. He wanted her. Wanted to 
feel her submit to him, wanted to taste the sweet, warm honey of her blood.
He pulled free of her breast, then grabbed her and pushed her roughly down onto
the bed. He stood back momentarily, his gaze holding hers, then he began to 
slowly remove his own clothing.
 Nat's breath caught in her throat, as she watched him begin removing his clothing.
She had longed to see him unclothed, to feel his naked body covering her own.
She watched in silence, as he methodically removed all of his garments. When he 
reached his silk boxer-briefs, Nat stifled a gasp. She hadn't been with many men,
but she had autopsied plenty. She was thrilled by what she saw. Her breathing and
heartrate increased, in anticipation. 
 Nick heard her accelerated heartbeat and breathing and again mistook it for fear.
The vampire was revelling in this. But somewhere, deep inside, Nicholas was 
screaming in fear and agony. 'Don't kill her. Please, don't kill her.' He silently
begged the Beast that held total control over him. He moved to the bed, pinning
her beneath him with inhuman speed. As he lay atop her, caressing her porcelain
skin, he breathed in the sweet raspberries and cream scent that was so unique to 
her. His lips sought her own, his tongue forcing its way into her hot, delicious
mouth.
 Nat barely controlled the urge to pull him to her. Her desire for him skyrocketed
to impossible heights. She had to have him inside her. "Nick..." she rasped. 
"Please..." she begged.
 The vampire looked down at the woman beneath him. Taking in the sight of the creamy
throat that was now bared to him. With a deep growl, he thrust into her hot, wet center.
 Natalie gasped, as the sensation of having Nick's cold, hard member inside of her, sent
flashes of white-hot pleasure coursing through her. Losing all rational thought, Nat 
wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting her hips up to meet his. Her arms wrapped
desperately around him, pulling him to her. She gasped and panted, seeking the release
that would free her from this unbearably pleasurable pain.
 Nick thrust hard into her, wrapping his arms around her. He began a slow, in-and-out 
grinding, but quickly increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. He was lost in the
sensations of this union with her. He wanted release. But he knew that her blood would 
taste all the sweeter, the more aroused she was. He was aching to taste her fear, her
hoplessness, her orgasm. He could sense she was near to her release. 
 Nat could only make soft, strangled mewling noises. She was teetering on the verge of
release, but could not reach it. She whimpered in frustration. Opening her eyes, she 
saw the red gaze of the creature she was mating with. This union of bodies was just a
part of what she needed. She needed to feel all of him. She heard his whispered command.
"Relax. Submit. Give yourself to me." She fought it for a few seconds. 
 Nick felt her defiance and it fueled his need to possess her. "Natalie. Look at me." He
commanded her. When she did as he said, he focused on her heartbeat and the thrusts he 
still made into her. "Give yourself to me."
 Nat relaxed, her body and mind yielding to the Beast. 
 Nick felt her submission and he began to move faster. Thrusting deeply into her, he kissed
her face, her lips, her neck. When she cried out in release, he sank his fangs into the 
throbbing vein in her neck. 
 The moment her blood crossed his lips and caressed his tongue, Nick found his release. 
Growling, he pulled her closer to him. As he focused on the images and feelings from her, he
stopped at what he saw. And he was afraid. Pulling away from her neck, the vampire roared in
fear and agony, then collapsed on top of her.
 Natalie had savored the sweet agony of her orgasm, then had gasped in pain, as Nick sank his
fangs into her neck. The images and feelings assaulting her mind were more than she could 
assimilate all at once and she momentarily lost consciousness. As she came to, she slowly 
became aware of Nick, lying on top of her, sobbing. She reached up and gently caressed the 
back of his head. "Nick..." She whispered.
 Nick pulled back, seeing Nat alive, and moved quickly off of her. He pulled the comforter 
around her, then sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. "I'm so sorry, Nat. I tried..."
His voice broke and he swallowed hard. "I tried to stop it. The vampire wanted you, too much.
I couldn't make it stop." He began to sob again.
 Nat squeezed her eyes tightly shut for a moment, then opened them again. "Nick?" She sat up
slowly, pushing away the lightheadedness and reached out to touch him. "Nick? It's okay. I'm
okay." 
 Nick pulled away and turned to face her. "Okay? Nat! I raped you, for god's sake! How can
you ever be okay, again?" He turned away from her, wrapping the towel he had taken from her
around his waist. 
 "Raped--? Is that what you think, Nick? That I... that you...?" She began to laugh, then she
began to cry. "Oh, Nick. No."
 Nick heard her laughter, then her crying. He was really confused. "Nat?" He turned to look
at her, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. 
 Nat wiped away a tear and looked into his eyes. "Nick, you told me, not long ago, that when
a vampire takes someone's blood, they know everything about them. Who they loved, what they 
felt...everything. If that's true, then you know that I *wanted* you to do that to me. I have
for quite some time." She looked closely at him. "Look inside, Nick. Tell me what you see."
 Nick concentrated for a moment, then frowned. He let the images and feelings he had received
from Nat flow through him. He saw the desire she had for him, the dark wantings she had had 
for him, especially recently. And he saw the love she had for him. The love that had so 
frightened the vampire with its goodness and light, that it had retreated to some dark recess
of his soul. He could barely sense its presence. He was awed by the strength and purity of 
her love for him. As a man and as a vampire. 
 Natalie loved him unconditionally. And the bit of resistance she had put up against him, was 
her way of encouraging the vampire to take what they had both wanted for so long. 
 He turned confused, surprised eyes on her. "Nat. I had no idea..." 
 Nat smiled and gently touched his face. "Oh, Nick. I'm so sorry. I had no idea that you would
think that you'd raped me. You didn't. I *wanted* that. I thought you did, too. I..." She broke
off and turned away. Then she began to cry. "I'm sorry, Nick. I just love you, so much. These
last few months have been so horrible. Ever since Schank and Cohen died, you've been pulling
further and further away. I've felt the distance you've placed between us and it's scared me. 
I feel as if you're distancing yourself, in order to move on. I don't want to lose you, Nick. 
Ever." She began crying again, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.
 Nick looked at Nat, then moved to sit by her. He lightly rubbed her back, then wrapped his arms
around her. "Oh, Nat..." He laid his head against hers, when she wrapped her arms around his 
neck and pulled him to her. He rubbed her back, then stroked her hair, then kissed her cheek.
 Nat lifted her head, looking into his eyes. "You did it, Nick. You made love to me, without
killing me. We did it once, Nick. We can do it again. I love you."
 Nick kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her neck. "I love you, Nat. I want you. God help me, but
I do." He kissed her, then. Soft and deep and passionately. When they seperated, Nick caressed 
her face. "I don't want to be without you, either. Ever." He kissed her again, then began to 
caress her shoulders. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. "Trust me, Nat? Trust me not to 
hurt you?"
 Nat smiled. "I trust you, Nick." She leaned forward and kissed him again. Then she whispered 
into his ear, "Make love to me."
 Nick smiled, then nodded, his eyes now golden. He carefully removed the quilt from her, then 
moved slowly on top of her, pushing her back as he went. "I love you, Nat. I promise, no 
matter what happens, we'll be together. Forever."
    A few hours later, Nick held Nat tightly in his arms, as they slept. Nat smiled in her sleep
as she dreamed of a time, in the not-so-distant future, where she and Nick sat on a beach, 
watching the sun dance in the blue eyes and alternately blond and chestnut curls of a group of
children. Nat knew, deep inside, that it wasn't just a dream. 
 It was a glimpse of their future.
                                                              >End