Title: Resolutions
Author:  Ash (aka_jay66@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer:  Willow and all her assorted accoutrements belong to Joss
Whedon.   I don't know who Forever Knight belongs to, but I wish they'd
chosen a better way to end it.  The Quickie Challenge belongs to Jinni, as
ever. *g*
Feedback:  Always appreciated.
Distribution:  Anyone who wants it and asks.
Author's Note: Pairing #122 at the Quickie Challenge
(http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com/)
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11:20PM - New Year's Eve

The New Year's Eve parties that were taking place in Toronto were very
similar to New Year's Eve parties anywhere - just a bunch of people getting
together to have a good time, usually through drinking.

Of course, the meaning of 'having a good time' varies greatly depending on
the kind of company you keep.

For that matter, so does 'drinking'.

For Lucien Lacroix, sole owner of the one and only vampire bar in Toronto,
it was a difference that was completely ruining his evening.   To fully
understand his problem, imagine yourself hosting a large party.  You want to
make sure you have enough of everything: enough ice, enough snacks, but most
of all, enough for everybody to drink so they don't get angry and trash the
place.

Now imagine that the drinks have feet, brains and the tendency to scream
rather loudly whenever anyone tries to take a sip.  Sentient party favours
do not make for a happy host.

Lacroix prowled the bar like an animal in a cage.  It is telling that,
although most of the patrons were high on blood or wine or both, they still
managed to remain alert enough to remember not to talk to him.

Lacroix's pale eyes skipped from person to person, searching for trouble,
hoping for trouble and those that might have caused it met those eyes and
swiftly decided to make pacifism their New Year's resolution this year in
order to be around to make one *next* year.

Not for the first time that evening, Lacroix wished that he could close the
bar and toss human and vampire alike out into the snowy streets to wander in
search of another place to satisfy their various lusts.   This holiday was
nothing to him but a curiosity, an amusing glorification of Time by those
who should fear each passing year more than the next.

What was another year to an immortal?  What was one day on a strange
calendar to *him*, who was young in the dying days of Rome?

But then there was Janette, the bar's previous owner.  She had 'died' to him
and been born again and then was lost to him again just as quickly, his
beautiful daughter, his Janette.  His memory was her only immortality now,
this bar her tombstone and his burden.

And Nicholas was out there somewhere in the human world, no doubt drinking
cow's blood from a crystal glass and pretending to enjoy it. He was waiting
for Lacroix to do something unforgivable like let the party become a
bloodbath in the most literal sense of the word.

Lacroix's lips twisted in a smile that held no humor.  It would please
Nicholas in some obscure way to have Lacroix finally cast down beyond
redemption, as he saw it, and Lacroix certainly couldn't have that.   In any
case, he preferred his bloodbaths to be more.intimate.

He motioned to Mikos to open another case of blood wine and began another
circuit of the room, resigned this time to his unwilling role as chaperone
and security guard.  His enhanced hearing ran through the surrounding
conversations like they were a string of beads slipping through his hands,
each one quickly examined and as quickly discarded.

".god, you feel so good." A man was saying.

"Dance with-?" Another man.

"-that son-of-a-bitch is going to pay, I can tell-" In a woman's voice,
cloudy with drink or tears.

".have a room in the hotel."

"-won't you *dance*-

".you seen the waiter?"

"Because you're a *vampire*!" Said a woman's voice, ringing out like a bell.

Lacroix stopped walking, every muscle in his body tensing as he turned to
face the direction the voice had come from.   There was a woman sitting at
the bar with her back to him.  Red hair, so not Nicholas' doctor.   Young.
Angry.    A young vampire was leaning over her, his attention completely
focused on her face.  His arm was around her shoulders and her drink was in
her hand.

Lacroix took one step towards them and the situation had changed.  The young
vampire's arm was no longer on the woman's shoulders and her drink was now
dripping off his chin and spattering his shirt.

Another second and the woman would be dead.  Lacroix moved.

**

Willow stared angrily up into the face of her 'admirer'.  He wasn't bad
looking, and adding about half a cup of rum to his ensemble was a definite
improvement, but she never had had much patience for someone who didn't
understand that no meant no.

He looked like he was about to attack her and for a second Willow hoped that
he would.  She could feel power building inside her skin like an electric
storm, raising the hairs on the back of her neck and making her feel
powerful and dangerous and sexy as hell.

But then he looked away from her and a second later he was gone, leaving so
fast that Willow almost thought he must have seen her thoughts on her face
but no, it had been something. behind her.  She turned.

A man was standing behind her, looking down at her

Willow's first thought was:  Bouncer?

Her second thought was: Wow.

It was a few moments after that when Willow's brain cut in and pointed out
the obvious, namely: that this was a man who might as well have 'Vampire'
tattooed on his forehead, and by then it was too late.  She was already
smiling.

He smiled back, though it was a thin smile.

"Good evening."  He said.

Wow, thought Willow again.  His voice matches his face.  Slightly foreign
and smooth and beautiful and. wow.   She caught herself abruptly and shook a
mental finger at herself.   No wowing over vampires, Willow!

"Hello," she said finally, becoming aware that he was waiting for a reply.
"Thank you for getting rid of the pushy guy."

"'Guy'?"  He repeated, his smile seeming to warm, although those amazing
eyes of his were still ice-cold.

"The pushy *vampire*."  Willow specified.  "Anyway, thank you."

"It was a pleasure." He said, and he was suddenly sitting in the seat next
to her, still watching her with a faintly curious, faintly predatory smile.

Willow shifted in her chair.   Damn it, she thought.  Dealing with the
undead opens up whole new worlds of social awkwardness.  She couldn't just
ignore him, could she?

"My name's Willow," she said finally with a first-day-of-class smile.  "Like
the tree?"

"Willow-like-the-tree," he said in a silky tone that made Willow's stomach
suddenly drop about six inches.  "I am Lacroix. And you are going to tell me
how you knew that he was a vampire."

"Same way I know that you're one?"  Willow said without thinking.

His smile widened.  "And how is that?"

"Natural intelligence. animal cunning. occult powers." Willow shook her
head.  "Actually, to be honest, it was none of the above.   The jerk pretty
much did everything but declare himself the official ambassador for the
World Beyond the Grave.  I mean, after someone tells you *four* times that
you're 'tasty' and that he sure would like to do some 'necking' and then
rounds it all off by saying that he doesn't drink 'wine coolers', all the
while smirking to himself, you know something's up."

For the first time, she thought she heard real humor in Lacroix's voice when
he said, "It is unfortunate that vampirism sometimes means only the eternal
preservation of idiocy.  Some of my kind are not as discriminating as they
might be when choosing their children."

"No quality control, I guess." Willow said sympathetically.

"Indeed." Lacroix said.  "Fortunately, there are. compensating factors."

"Oh?" Willow asked.  He had hair like Spike's, she thought.  White hair made
for moonlight.  Damn it.

"Nobody *really* believes in vampires anymore, Willow."  He said, and his
eyes were suddenly locked with hers.

Willow was aware of the world narrowing, the party and the bar and
everything falling away until all that she could see was a black tunnel with
his eyes at the end of it.  Gold eyes, she thought.  But surely they had
been blue?

"You don't believe in vampires, Willow."  Lacroix said, and she thought
there might be something like sadness in his voice but it was hard to tell.
The sound of her own heartbeat was loud in her ears.

"Yes, I do." Willow insisted, the words coming out slowly.  She felt like
something was tangling her tongue, her mouth was full of cotton wool.

"Vampires are legends, child." He said in a low tone.  Willow thought she
could feel his voice moving inside of her like a snake, merging into her
heartbeat and becoming part of her.

Willow shook her head faintly.

"Vampires exist only in your imagination."

"Like werewolves?"  Willow managed to say.

He hesitated but then said, "Yes.  Like werewolves."

"Like witches?"  Willow said, and this time it was easier to speak.

"Yes." Lacroix said, but his eyes were narrowing.

But that was all right because Willow blinked and the world was back.  And
Lacroix's eyes were golden but they were just eyes.  He was staring at her.

"What were you trying to do to me?" Willow said when she could talk.  She
could still feel his magic like a cord around her throat.  It made her
angry.

"Make you forget." Lacroix said coolly, his now-blue eyes intent on her
face.  "Anyone who knows of our existence is a danger to us all."

"I'm a danger to all vampire kind?" Willow said furiously.  "Really?  It's
been ten years since I found out about you guys and I haven't killed you all
*yet*, so how much of a danger can I be?"

"Your eyes." Lacroix said, and there was something in his tone that stopped
her.

Willow paused and felt the magic burning inside of her, screaming for
release.  She sighed.

"My eyes are black, aren't they?"  She said quietly, hopelessly.

"Yes."

"It's your fault," Willow said, her voice trembling on the edge of tears.
"I just wanted a drink."

"Beautiful."  Lacroix said in a quiet voice and touched her.  His fingers
were soft as they traced the arch of her cheekbone, soft as they curved to
fit her cheek.

Willow turned her face into his hand and closed her eyes.  Tears spilled
from under her closed lids and pooled in the palm of his hand.

"What are you?"  Lacroix asked in a wondering tone.

"Human. I think." Willow said faintly.  "I don't know anymore.   I wanted to
come here to see people. to see all the people who are alive now. all the
people I almost killed... I thought it would make me happy.to see them
alive..."

Lacroix's other hand stroked Willow's hair away from her wet face.  "You
almost killed these people?"

"I almost killed everyone.  All the people everywhere." Willow said and
laughed, a short burst of bitter sound.   "Guess I really am a danger to
vampire kind."

"Perhaps. just to me."  Lacroix said softly and there was something in his
voice that made Willow open her eyes.

"To you?" She asked, frowning.  "I won't hurt you.  I won't hurt anyone."

"Dangerous." Lacroix said, and kissed her.

Oh, thought Willow.  And then, *oh*.   Because it was different then she
would have thought, cool lips and cool tongue and more than anything else
cool energy washing over her like rain.  And she thought that she had been
feverish for her whole life and not known it until right this second and she
thought she might die if he stopped.

And then she thought nothing else for quite some time.

**
2AM - New Year's Day

Nick and Nat were alone in Nick's apartment, watching the end of a movie.
Noticing the time, Nick muted the TV and turned on the radio.  And heard:

"There is something in the air tonight, my children.  There is a wind that
comes from nowhere to sweep the cobwebs away and make us think that this
year will be a truly new one, with nothing of the old left behind to haunt
our steps.  A fresh slate to write upon, a new start for everyone who
deserves one.

Until tomorrow, ask yourself this question: Do you really want a fresh
start?  All the ties that bind you cut so that you may drift alone and
friendless through an ocean of pain?  Answer honestly, but answer quickly.
Some of us may have less time to decide than we think.  But of course, I
will always be here.  Someone has to guide the survivors through this life.
So goodnight, my friends, from the devil you know, otherwise known. as the
Nightcrawler."

"The devil you know?"  Nat said.  "I don't like the sound of that."

Nick frowned.  "Did you hear someone. laughing in the background?"

THE END