Cappuccino Nunkies

Cousin Mary (4-98)

You're sitting at home reading a particularly good Tracy/Lacroix story while humming the latest Trent Reznor tune. Fanning yourself with a printout of what was probably a shot at you, but not caring. Nunkies in any form is good.

Just as you get to the part in the story where Tracy starts telling bald-faced lies to the Enforcers while Lacroix watches much impressed from the shadows, the door bell rings.

Mumbling under your breath about timing and chainsaws you head for the door, kicking aside the duffel bag of crosses and stakes as you go.

Swinging it open, the nasty comment about Avon cosmetics dies on your lips as you take in the stunning visage that is Lucien Lacroix!

"Nunkies!" You gasp. Your jaw then drops to the floor.

He smiles at you.

The rest of you sees where your jaw has gone, gets jealous and decides to join it.

You wake up several moments later. You're on your couch now. It takes a moment for you to remember just how you've gotten there but when you do, you sit up with a start.

"Easy my dear, it seems you fainted." Lacroix raises one amused eyebrow.

"I-I-I," You're stuttering, coherent speech is still just beyond your reach. You try to get up, but your head starts swimming and you have to sit down again, mumbling something about low blood sugar.

Lacroix chuckles good-naturedly and hands you something. "Here, drink this." He orders.

Looking down at the mysterious concoction, you hazard a small sip. Iced Cappuccino! And the best you've ever tasted! You turn your eyes back towards Lacroix: awe, rapture and longing all battle for control of your expression.

Gently he plucks the glass from your hands.

For an instant you consider refusing to surrender the heavenly drink, but then realize fighting a two-thousand year old vampire over a cup of coffee probably -isn't- the wisest course of action. With regret you watch as he sets the wonderful drink aside, next to the gun-cleaning manual on the end table.

"I hear you too have succumbed to the, how do they put it? The Dark Pink Side?" He inquires, his expression unreadable.

Alarm bells go off inside your head. 'Uh oh,' you think, this could get bad -real- quick. Luckily, one of the classes you signed up for at Dark Perk Mansion, besides kick-boxing and long-bow precision, was assertiveness training. Taking a deep breath you shoot Lacroix your biggest, perkiest smile. "I think Tracy would just -love- you!" You say breathlessly. "You're so handsome and powerful! Given half a chance I'm sure Tracy would be as devoted to you as I am!" You sigh and stare lovingly up at him.

Faced with this barrage of compliments, Lacroix seems momentarily taken aback.

Pressing your advantage you use your practiced Tracy-style pout and ask, "You do like Tracy don't you?"

"What?" Lacroix seems even more disconcerted, obviously not expecting this turn of events. "I really don't know Ms. Vetter," He frowns suddenly. "That is irrelevant however. I am not here to discuss your new faction's leader."

Your heart starts beating double time; you've heard rumor Lacroix was on some sort of loyalty kick lately. Was he here to punish you then? You decide to play dumb. "Oh? Well you can't have come just to give me the lovely cappuccino." You have to fight yourself not to gaze longingly back at said drink. "And if you're not here to talk about my new faction, " You deliberately misunderstand, "Then why are you here?"

Lacroix's eyes narrow, he's becoming suspicious now. "That is not what I said."

You open your eyes as wide as they'll go. "Oh?"

You don't give him a chance to reply. With Plato's words 'courage is a kind of salvation' running through your mind, you stand suddenly and redeposit yourself on Lacroix's lap.

He seems startled, but automatically wraps his arms around you.

"It's almost dawn," You say with a mischievous grin, "I guess you'll have to spend the day."

Together you turn and regard the clock on the wall, there's almost four hours before sun rise.

Lacroix turns back to you and cocks an eyebrow.

With a shrug you say, "You're forgetting about day-light savings time, it's actually an hour later." You smile down at him and, maintaining your perch, you reach down and reclaim your cappuccino.

With a chuckle Lacroix decides to abandon whatever his original plans were for you and just pulls you closer. "This new faction's attitude quite fascinates me." He tells you. "Perhaps you can tell me more of this 'Dark Perk Philosophy'?"

With one hand still wrapped around your coffee and the other pressed against Nunkie's chest, you look down into his ice blue eyes and grin. Maybe he hasn't forgotten that your loyalty also belongs to Tracy Vetter, but it looks like he's forgiven you. "Yeah, I can do that."

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Holiday fun for all ages. Usual disclaimers, etc and so forth. Happy Easter my fellow Thugs. <g>

A Dark Perk Easter:

Cousin Mary

Various Dark Perks lounged lethargically around the Mansion’s kitchen. Dozens of headless bodies were scattered around the tables, counters, and floor.

Ren looked around and mumbled, "Oh, the carnage."

"We had to do it, it was either us or them." Kristen said.

"But I can’t believe we –ate- them all." Laura moaned.

"Well, just the heads." Shana pointed our reasonably.

"But the calories." SC signed, "Oh well, too late to worry about that now."

Just then, Tracy wandered it and surveyed the aftermath of the wholesale chocolate Easter bunny massacre. The detective chuckled. "Just the heads?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That’s the best part." Carly insisted.

Tracy picked up the one remaining intact bunny and savagely bit off its head. "So what are you guys going to do now?" She asked, cheeks bulging.

"Melt them down, reform them into whole bunnies so we can bite even more heads off?" Kim offered.

Tracy shook her head. "You guys are seriously disturbed."

"So you’re gonna help?" Mary asked her.

"Yeah." Tracy smirked.

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A few hours later, there were still several dozen bunny bodies scattered about the kitchen, of course these were different ones.

"I can’t believe we did that." Carol sighed.

Anne nodded her agreement, Mrs. Hitchcock was going to kill them when she saw the kitchen!

Just then, a giant 6 foot pink Easter Bunny walked into the kitchen. "Happy Easter Everybody!" Came Eric’s voice from under the giant felt head.

For a moment no one said anything. Slowly the Dark Perks all exchanged a look, and with a cry of "Get him!" By Jenn, a dozen Dark Perks surged forward and pushed Eric/the Easter Bunny down and ripped his head off. (the felt one. <g>)

In true feline form, June ripped off his little cotton-tail and made off with it down the hall. Boyd pulled out the camera and got a couple shots of Eric’s reaction.

Eric for his part just lay there on the linoleum for a moment. A look of pure fear across his now completely white face. When he realized that they weren’t going to do anything else, he slowly regained his composure and sat up.

"Sorry Eric." Nora grinned, "All that chocolate kind threw us into a frenzy."

Eric nodded slowly, grabbing one of the bunny bodies to munch on. "That’s okay, at least I didn’t go with face paint…"

Chuckling, Tracy looked down at the giant pink head on her lap. "You know what we should do with this?" A calculating look crossed her features.

A while later the Dark Perks were back in the kitchen, chatting and sipping international coffees. (celebrating these moments of their lives.) And the Easter Bunny’s head was safely displayed, impaled on a high pike in the middle of the front lawn.

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