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Jul. 4th, 2021
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Jul. 4th, 2021 12:36 pmNick knew he had to be dreaming. Never had his senses ever been so alive as they were when he dreamed. It was night, but he could see as if it were day. Better, in fact. Everything was crystal clear, so clear he wondered at times if these were dreams at all. His hearing was almost too sharp. He instinctively blocked the worst of the noise around him, but when he focused he could hear voices and even heartbeats in nearby buildings. And his sense of smell...
He could smell blood. It made his stomach growl, and Nick had to fight the urge to...The urge to what? He didn't know, but he instinctively knew that to do so on the busy sidewalk he was walking would be bad. Blood. There was something about blood. Something other than the emptiness in his stomach...
He looked around, trying to listen past all the background noise. There! An apartment building nearby, he could hear screaming from inside. How, he didn't know, but he didn't wait. He stepped back into an alley, and then he was in the air. Flying. To his sleeping mind this was perfectly logical, and Nick didn't question it. He simply followed the voice, through a window. And as glass shattered around him and he got to his feet, he saw a confused-looking man in a ski mask standing over a pleading woman. Nick bared his teeth at the man, and a low, animal growl came unbidden.
The criminal took one look at him and backed up. "What the hell are you, man?" He kept backing up, leaving the woman on the floor to scramble out of the way.
She smelled good to Nick. She was bleeding from a cut across her chest, where the intruder used his knife to cut away her shirt. The smell of the blood was overwhelming, and it was only the criminal moving that got his attention again. He moved closer, backing the man against a wall, and growled.
"Don't kill me, man. Please, I'm not gonna do it anymore, I swear..."
Nick was so close, he could hear the crook's heartbeat, and that was a lot more important than words. His voice was a distracted monotone as he listened, mouth watering. "No, you're not." It was almost too easy to push him against a wall an hold him there as he screamed and struggled, then he inclined his head, leaned in close, and bit.
Blood, sweet, warm blood filled his mouth. And then he woke up. Nick ran a hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat there. He wasn't breathing hard, but he still felt that same, stomache-fluttering panic, and he took several deep breaths to calm down. He could swear he could still smell the blood. He shook his head. That was impossible, it had only been a dream. It was lighter in his room than normal, though, and he could see his hand stained with something. He frowned and reached for the light.
The back of his hand was stained with a bit of blood, but what caught his eye were his clothes and his sheets...
Nick jumped from the bed, ripping off the blood-soaked clothes and tossing them on the bed as he ran for the bathroom. He didn't feel sick, just sort of full and satisfied for the first time in a long while, but he reached for the knob for the shower.
Nick didn't hear the phone ring downstairs, or the message that was left on his machine. "Hey, Nick, we got a weird one come in. Male and female in a high rise downtown. Bodies completely drained of blood, can you believe that? They're tentatively calling it a home invasion gone wrong. Gimme a call. Chiao."
He could smell blood. It made his stomach growl, and Nick had to fight the urge to...The urge to what? He didn't know, but he instinctively knew that to do so on the busy sidewalk he was walking would be bad. Blood. There was something about blood. Something other than the emptiness in his stomach...
He looked around, trying to listen past all the background noise. There! An apartment building nearby, he could hear screaming from inside. How, he didn't know, but he didn't wait. He stepped back into an alley, and then he was in the air. Flying. To his sleeping mind this was perfectly logical, and Nick didn't question it. He simply followed the voice, through a window. And as glass shattered around him and he got to his feet, he saw a confused-looking man in a ski mask standing over a pleading woman. Nick bared his teeth at the man, and a low, animal growl came unbidden.
The criminal took one look at him and backed up. "What the hell are you, man?" He kept backing up, leaving the woman on the floor to scramble out of the way.
She smelled good to Nick. She was bleeding from a cut across her chest, where the intruder used his knife to cut away her shirt. The smell of the blood was overwhelming, and it was only the criminal moving that got his attention again. He moved closer, backing the man against a wall, and growled.
"Don't kill me, man. Please, I'm not gonna do it anymore, I swear..."
Nick was so close, he could hear the crook's heartbeat, and that was a lot more important than words. His voice was a distracted monotone as he listened, mouth watering. "No, you're not." It was almost too easy to push him against a wall an hold him there as he screamed and struggled, then he inclined his head, leaned in close, and bit.
Blood, sweet, warm blood filled his mouth. And then he woke up. Nick ran a hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat there. He wasn't breathing hard, but he still felt that same, stomache-fluttering panic, and he took several deep breaths to calm down. He could swear he could still smell the blood. He shook his head. That was impossible, it had only been a dream. It was lighter in his room than normal, though, and he could see his hand stained with something. He frowned and reached for the light.
The back of his hand was stained with a bit of blood, but what caught his eye were his clothes and his sheets...
Nick jumped from the bed, ripping off the blood-soaked clothes and tossing them on the bed as he ran for the bathroom. He didn't feel sick, just sort of full and satisfied for the first time in a long while, but he reached for the knob for the shower.
Nick didn't hear the phone ring downstairs, or the message that was left on his machine. "Hey, Nick, we got a weird one come in. Male and female in a high rise downtown. Bodies completely drained of blood, can you believe that? They're tentatively calling it a home invasion gone wrong. Gimme a call. Chiao."
Plot
The series followed the adventures of Nick Knight, a Toronto cop working the graveyard shift with his partner Donald Schanke. Unbeknownst to most of his colleagues, Nick is actually Nicholas, an 800-year-old vampire (his human name was a pun based on his status as a literal knight in medieval France). Remorseful over centuries spent as a cold-hearted killer, Nicholas works as a cop and often ends up using his special abilities to bring criminals to justice. Nicholas explains his need to work on the night shift by claiming to have a skin disorder which requires him to stay out of sunlight. Refusing to feed from humans, he survives by drinking bottled animal blood, something that most vampires find repulsive. The only one who knows his true nature is his friend Natalie Lambert, a city medical examiner. Nick's ultimate dream is to find a way to become human once again, but his quest for redemption is complicated by the arrival in Toronto of fellow vampires LaCroix and Janette. LaCroix, who was born in the Roman Empire, and Janette were the ones who made Nick a vampire and were his companions for many centuries. Janette now runs a night club, while LaCroix works as a late-night talk radio host. While Janette is scornful, yet tolerant of Nicholas's new lifestyle, LaCroix actively attempts to seduce his protégé back to a more violent life. At the beginning of the third season, Detective Schanke is murdered and Nick is partnered with Tracy Vetter, a rookie detective who gets the assignment due to her father's high-ranking position in the police force. Tracy is never aware of Nick's true nature but finds herself increasingly attracted to Javier Vachon, a vampire who had been a conquistador in life. Although Nick continues to protect the "innocent" civilians, he finally gets tired of the life he lives. Nick is faced with the choice to either move on or attempt to recapture his humanity through a method that puts Natalie's life in the balance. At that point LaCroix appears and indicates the time to leave is near and he must either bring Natalie over or leave her to die. Nicholas decides that neither option is acceptable and then hands LaCroix a wooden stake. We do not see what LaCroix does except to hear LaCroix voice say "Nicholas" in stress and frustration and the scene pans out to the building where Nick lives...The ending is left to the viewers' interpretation but the implication is that Nick dies with LaCroix's help, hoping to join Natalie in an afterlife.
In this AU version for RP, Nick does not die with Natalie, but instead is shot in the head by LaQroix in an attempt to give him amnesia as he'd had in the past. It works, and before he can be reminded of anything by his coworkers, he is moved to a hospital in the States. Once he recovers, physically at least, he goes back to work as a homicide detective. It's been a few years since his accident, and though he can still stand the sun and eat normal food, he's starting to get terrible dreams, of blood and death, sometimes while he's still wide awake. He doesn't know what to make of it, but like it or not, things are starting to get worse.