Wayword Son
Part 1/10

Vachon/Tommy, Billy/Tommy, Nick/Nat,
Vachon/Tracy

This is a cross over story between Power Rangers Zeo and Forever Knight.
There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story.These 
characters
do not belong to me, they belong to James D. Parriot and Sony and Saban.

This story is an alternate universe story that takes place in the same
universe as Hammer to Fall and my other stories that can be found on the
Jadfe site. This story takes place a fter them.
There is some difference between this and the 'real world".
Mainly, Vachon didn't die, Tracy is a vampire. Also, the vampires can go
out during the day.

I want to thank my beta reader Heather LM for all her help!

This story is dedicated to NiteRose.

Part One:


The vampire hungered.

He was simply a creature of instinct, all he could think of was the 
hunger,
his need for food... for blood... for life....

He waiting on the roof top of a building in an alleyway, he had been
watching this place. He knew it as if he had grown up here, he had 
learned
all this from the blood of his victims. There was a bus stop nearby, and 
he
knew the ally was a short cut for the residents of a local apartment 
house.


There was a slow steady rain falling. the air was cold, and it was dark,
very dark. Before, he would not have been able to see, now, the night was
like twilight to him.

A bus pulled up and a lone, young woman got off. She walked down the ally
in the direction of the apartments. The vampire waited for the bus to 
pull
away, then he jumped down from the building he was watching from, and
landed silently behind her, he grabbed the woman by the neck, and pushed
her against the wall of the building. Even before she had the chance to
scream for help, he had pulled her neck back, bit down and began to 
drink.

When he was finished drinking, he slowly regained his senses. He had all
the woman's memories, almost as if a part of her where inside of him. 
With
a start, he realized he was still holding the now lifeless body of the
woman. He laid her gently on the ground. He regretted killing her. He did
not like the killing. He had always thought of himself as a good person, 
a
person that would never intentionally hurt anyone. But that was 
before.....
His wrist communicator started bleeping. The communicator had first been
green, then white, now blazing red.

Red as blood.

No matter the color, the band symbolized a goodness that was now gone.
Tommy Oliver took off the bad, set it beside the woman, and then flew off
into the night sky.

*       *       *
"You know Tracy, the vampire murders have to be stopped," Vachon told 
her,
he sat beside her in her car. He was traveling with her to help her on 
the
case. Truth be told, she could use all the help she could get.

"I know that," She said, not taking her eyes off the road. "I wish you
would stop talking down to me, I know I haven't been a vampire as long as
you but still...."

"I'm sorry," Vachon reached out and touched her blond hair. He was 
dressed
entirely in black, black leather pants, black leather jacket and a 
T-shirt.
He looked as if he had just woken up and forgotten to comb his long dark
hair or shave.

"Why haven't you called in the enforcers?" Tracy asked.

"Why haven't you?" He countered.

"I don't know if its a real vampire do I?" She countered. "It could 
always
be some human, trying make his killing look like a vampires,"

"All the bodies that have been found have had no traces of blood on them,
they where drained entirely of blood, no human could do that." He 
reminded
her.

"But no vampire would be so stupid as to kill their victim, at least 
that's
what you told me."

"Yes, I did tell you that in this day and age a vampire wouldn't be so
stupid to kill their feed, especially in this day and age," He stroked 
her
hair again. "All vampires know the code."

Tracy stopped the car as the light turned red. Times like this she wished
her partner Doyle was in town, he had gone out of town with his lover 
Bodie
on CI5 business. So now she was alone.

The light changed, and she drove along, concentrating on her driving.
Letting her lover Vachon use his senses to pick up anything unusual.

Suddenly she felt Vachon's iron grip on her arm. "Stop the car!"

She looked for a place to park.

"Stop now!" He yelled, there was more urgency to his voice.

Tracy stopped the car where they where, Vachon got out of the car, he
didn't' take the time to walk, he flew.

On foot, Tracy followed him into an alley. There was a vampire there, she
could feel it.

As she walked into the alley, she could see the vampire putting someone
gently on the ground, then gently touching the person on the cheek. In a
flash, Vachon had grabbed the vampire, and had pushed him against the 
wall.


The vampire was filthy, he had long matted dark hair, a beard, his 
clothes
where simply filthy rags. His dark eyes were terrified as he looked at
Vachon, his mouth curled up so that they could see his fangs. Vachon in
response showed his fangs, which made the vampire back up so that he hit
the wall.

"What are you playing at?" Vachon demanded.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"You killed your victim,"

A shadow crossed over the vampires face, and Tracy could see his fangs
retract. "Yes, I did."

Vachon shook him. "Why did you do it?"

"It was the only way, wasn't it?"

"You deserve to die for breaking the code like this,"

"Can you?" He asked almost helplessly. "Can you kill me?" Vachon pulled 
the
vampires neck to the side, and Tracy knew that he was going to take the 
kid
up on his offer.

She pulled her gun. "Javier, we have to bring him in for justice,"

"I can serve justice here!" he hissed.

"You'll be just like him, and you know it."

"This is different!"

"How?" Tracy countered. "He killed viciously, now your going to kill him.

Show me where it is different."

"You can't honestly think your going to arrest him?"

"I must take him in, if he gets convicted, or gives a full confession, 
then
you can drain him." She pleaded.

Vachon grabbed the boy and threw him against the wall across the alley, 
the
boy hit it with a thud. Vachon held his hand out, and Tracy handed him
cuffs. He pulled the boys arm up more then he should have, then snapped 
the
cuffs on the boys wrists.

*       *       *

Tommy was taken to a police station by the blond woman. The man left them
as they arrived at the station. Tommy was fingerprinted, photographed, 
then
taken to a small room.

In the room, Tommy was told to sit down at a table. Which he did, a cop
stood behind him, guarding him. There was a large window on the opposite
wall, he could see people watching him.

A balding man came into the room, followed by the woman who had arrested
him. The man looked over Tommy. "Is that him?"

"Yes Captain it is," she said, she sat down beside him at the table.

The man sat at the table across from him. "My name is Captain
Schanke, you've already met Detective Vetter,"

//so that was her name, Vetter,// He thought.

Out loud he said. "Yes, she arrested me."

"Good," Schanke opened a folder that he was carrying with him. "I heard
you waved your right to an attorney,"

"I don't need an attorney," he said softly.

"I would urge you to seriously consider that decision," Schanke told him.

"I told you, I don't need a lawyer," Tommy looked away from the man. He
wanted to die, he couldn't tell them that. He knew that dying would be 
the
only way to stop the beast that he had turned into.

"What is your name?" Vetter asked.

"I was....am Tommy Oliver,"

"How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen,"

"Over the age to be tried as an adult,"

"You where found by a dead woman's body, what happened?"

"I killed her, " he said simply.

"How did you kill her?"

"I drained her blood," he couldn't look at the man. "I'm a vampire."

"Your going to have to come up with something better then that!" The
captain said, clearly not believing him. " How did you kill her?"

"I drank her blood,"

"Sir, I suggest you to contact a psychologist," Vetter said quickly.

"We must get his story first," Schanke ordered. "Can you tell me if this
was the first person you killed?"

"No, not the first....."

Schanke opened the folder, he pushed a photo towards Tommy who glanced at
it. "Did you kill her?"

"Yes," Tommy looked away from the photo.

"How many people have you killed?"

"I lost count," Tommy admitted. "What is today's date?"

Schanke told him, Tommy thought for awhile. "I have killed one person a
night for the past four months."

He could hear the woman's sharp intake of breath. "Why did you kill 
them?"

"It was the hunger....I couldn't control myself."

"Did all your murders take place in Toronto?" Schanke asked.

"No, I have traveled."

He watched as the woman got up and walked out of the room. She walked 
over
to a blond man who was dressed in black, he had been watching the
interrogation. She whispered something to him, the man nodded. He walked
into the room, he whispered something to Schanke, who looked at the guard
behind Tommy.

"This interrogation will have to be delayed, take him to a holding cell."

*       *       *