Okay to all those readers who liked When Cows Fly... Here's a sequel. I have decided that my muse was threatening me with physical harm if I didn't write this. So to begin, the only character I own is the cow, Nick and Nat are not mine I am only borrowing them for the moment. I think I will make this a series. This can be archived in http://www.fkfanfic.com and the ftp site. I would love comments so keep them coming. Enjoy!

Flashback Whiplash (01/01)
-Mysterie, July 4/99

"Ahhhhhgggg!" Nick Knight screamed jerking awake. Looking around in his dark room and seeing nothing he shook his head. *I must of had a nightmare. Must of been that cow I drank last night. I knew I should of threw it away after leaving it out for a day.* Nick vaguely remembered his nightmare, something about.... *a flying cow, nah!* 

Getting up out of his bed he moved out of his room and down to the stairs. Going to his refrigerator he opened it and pulled out a bottle of blood and poured some in a wine glass. *Geehz, on the other hand that nightmare must of come from that protein shake Nat made me choke down earlier last night*. Taking both bottle and glass he sat down on his couch he looking thoughtful. *What did I dream? Something about a flying cow and LaCroix. Wonder why I would be dreaming that.*

What going through his ever confusing thoughts on how Freud would see this the shutters whirled and opened. The night sky behind them sparkled as if laughing at some joke. 

The phone began to ring and Nick ignored it. He was to busy going into one of his flashbacks on a session he had with Freud.

------begin flashback 
"So Nick whaz thiz problem you have with your father"

"Well Freud, it's like this. He never leaves me alone. I feel oppressed and leave and he follows. I can't get rid of him. All he wants is to control my life, I don't want that!"

*leave a message at the beep...*

"Hmmm, maybe he has a problem with how early his mother stopped breas..

*Nick! Nick! it's me, Nat!... (grumblings indiscernible)...(change of tone). Ohhh Nicky pooh I am waiting. I am naked in the morgue and helpless."

"...breas---*whap*
------end flashback (very quickly)(WARNING-flashbacks ending this fast may be hazardous to you health, unless you're a vampire then you'll only be confused as hell)

Nick leaped off his couch and grabbed the phone. "Nat...you're what?!"

"(some snickering-faint mumbling about getting a certain blue-eyed vampire out of a daze) I said Nick I am waiting, I am waiting for that ride to the morgue. Remember my car is in the shop."

"But... I thought... Oh nevermind. I will be there in an hour."

"Thanks! (some snickering)"

Nick shook his head. *Bad night, first the nightmare and now I am imagining that Nat is teasing me* (picture a really confused blue-eyed vampire in midst of flashback whiplash).

Nick finished his drink and got up to his sink. There he rinsed his glass and put his bottle away. Turning around he felt a strange tingle up his spine, signaling him to family. "Jannette, LaCroix?" When no one answered he moved across the room and looked outside the windows for any sign of his family. Not seeing anyone he figured they were just staying out of sight. *Oh well, he wasn't in the mood for family anyways.*

Nick went back upstairs to change for work.

"Mooooo!" 

On the sound Nick swung around and saw... a cow! Not just that, the strange feelings he was getting were from... the cow. For the first time in his 800 years Nick fainted and tumbled down the stairs.
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Funny or stupid? I am kinda busy, but expect another around August. Hopefully before we get bogged down with the War. Did I mention I was a NNPacker? Disgusting ain't I? Hee, hee, hee.