About halfway through his second sandwich, Chance happened to glance up. “Uh oh…” “What’s the matter?” Nat asked, following his eyes. “Oh.” The sky, which only a short while ago had been clear, was covered with grim, gray clouds that … Continue reading →

Nick’s loft… Nick lay awake in bed, thinking about what Chance had told him. Wave after wave of guilt washed over him for lying to Natalie about where he had been. He loved Nat–he believed that with all his heart–so … Continue reading →

LaCroix’s, later that night… Nick knocked on the door nervously. “Come in, Nicholas…” he heard LaCroix call from within. He sensed me, what else is new? the younger vampire thought ruefully as he opened the door. He found his master … Continue reading →

Amanda Cohen’s office… Schanke dropped the report of the Caddy’s theft lightly onto the captain’s desk, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face. “This is incredible. If I had any doubts about that stuff Chance told us … Continue reading →

Chance’s hotel room… Chance spent most of the night turning the small hotel bathroom into a darkroom in order to prove to himself that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him when he took those pictures of Nick and Janette. … Continue reading →

(Now back to where, and when, we left Nick, Janette and Chance…) Nick and Janette sat on the couch in the corner of the office. His appearance hinted loudly at their earlier…activities. His hair was mussed and his shirt was … Continue reading →

I will never be surprised by anything again, Chance vowed silently to himself as he once again entered the bar that was the heart of the Raven. The thought made him chuckle. And I thought I was already to that … Continue reading →

Nick led Chance into the Raven, feeling a bit uneasy about bringing him there. What was I thinking to suggest it in the first place? he asked himself. He glanced over at the photographer, who was taking in the scenery … Continue reading →

Chance Harper was already worried by the time he stepped off the plane in Toronto that night. Very worried. The flight had been uneventful, which either meant that his luck had suddenly gone away–though that was unlikely–or that something even … Continue reading →

Azar’s Note: This was co-written in a series of letters (yes, the snail mail kind) between the two of us back when we were in college. I don’t remember the exact date, but both shows had only recently gone off … Continue reading →