Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2002 22:06:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Author James <authorjames2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trials of a Real Dark Knight 37

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Chapter 37 Enter the Dark Side

	"Get out of here, faggots!"
	Lance and I broke our kiss and turned.  There were several built
men sitting at the bar looking at us with disgust on their faces.
	"We don't want your kind here!"
	"Unless you want to give us some..."
	I moved a bowl of fruit from someone's table and hurled it at the
man about to offer an indecent proposal.  It hit him smack in the mouth.
	"Son of a bitch," he muttered.
	The other men looked from him to us.  Contempt was readable on
their faces.
	"Let's not do this," Lance whispered to me.
	"I can't walk away.  I refuse to let some homophobic bigots win."
	"Guys like you need to be punched in their faces."
	I stepped up to him.  "Go ahead.  Punch me in the face."
	The man's lips curled into a smile.  "You asked for it."
	He brought his fist up and slammed it into my face.  I felt the
impact hit my cheek and down I went.  Lance rushed over to me and picked up
my head.
	"Are you okay?" he asked.
	I nodded and stood up.  Wiping the blood from my lip I walked over
to the man who assaulted me and looked him in the eyes.
	"What were you trying to accomplish with that?  A sense of power
over me?  You knocked me down.  Good for you.  It's easier to destroy than
it is to build up.  I guess what you just did was proof enough for that."
	I turned to walk away when the man said, "Get out of here with your
pansy-assed boyfriend."
	I turned around and walked up to him.  I reached up quickly and
grabbed his throat, lifting him off the ground.  "He's not my boyfriend.
He's my husband."
	With all my strength I threw the man across the patio and over the
small wall onto the beach.  Then I turned back to his friends.  "Do any of
you have something to say?"
	"No," one said.  "It's cool."
	I turned back around and went over to Lance.  I quickly changed my
expression from anger to a smile and said, "We have a lunch to eat."
	Lance reluctantly nodded and sat back down.  He remained quiet for
several minutes after the incident.
	"What's wrong?" I asked.
	"I don't feel right about what just happened.  There are some
things you can't help being who you are.  But there are some incidents that
should be walked away from.  I thought the last one was one."
	"I'm sorry," I said to him.  "I just want the world to accept us
now."
	"It's not going to happen with a brawl in a restaurant.  It will
only happen over time, with education and legislation.  Until then, we have
to pick and choose our battles."
	Lance reached over and put his hand on mine.  I smiled at him, but
I didn't feel right now.  I felt I had something to prove with the
insulter.  When a homophobic insult came, it hit something deep inside of
me, something dark and powerful.  Perhaps what I went through in England
had lasting repercussions on me.  I used the darkness that was in me, the
darkness put in me by Macai, to draw strength to battle him.  Some of it
still remained in me.  Look at what happened with Paul.  I would have
killed him in an instant if Lance hadn't have stopped me.
	At the same time, I felt like I had disappointed Lance, some how I
hurt or insulted him by my action.  I had done something wrong to bother
him.  That was something I never wanted to do, especially with me being
Batman.  I know it had put a strain on our relationship before.  He didn't
like it.  But he loved me and found the good in what I did.  Now, as Eric,
I was letting trouble build up by going into action.  Would I continuously
battle this force in me to fight every little injustice?  What can one man
or woman do against all the injustices in the world?  I had to face facts.
I wouldn't be able to right every single wrong, nor should I try.  It would
only prevent me from living a life with the man I loved.  I couldn't do
that to Lance.

	Lunch came and we ate.  Afterwards, we went for a stroll down the
streets checking out all the shops.  Spending every moment with Lance was
wonderful.  It was as if everything melted away and all that mattered was
Lance and I.  In a sense, that was all that should have mattered.  It was
our honeymoon we were celebrating.

	As the evening came, Lance and I went out for a romantic patio
dinner at a nearby restaurant.  When the meal was done, he and I went for a
walk on the beach.  It was beautiful watching the sunset.
	"Hopefully, we won't have anyone or anything else interrupt our
walk," Lance said to me.
	I cuddled up against him as we walked.  "It wouldn't matter.
Nothing matters.  Nothing but you."
	I looked up and we kissed.

	Night had come to the island and Lance and I returned to our hotel
room.  Kai-El had been waiting ten minutes for us.
	"I tried to salvage the communications array on the shuttle.
Unfortunately, I could not.  I am going to have to get onboard the ship
that followed me here and send out a distress call for someone to come pick
me up, after Darth Malice is taken care of, of course," Kai-El said.
	Lance and I both nodded.  I went into the bathroom to change into
my Bat-suit, leaving Lance and Kai-El to talk.
	"I don't like him going out," Lance said, "especially with someone
we've just met.  Part of me doesn't trust you."
	"You are cautious.  That is good.  I am glad to hear it.  I will be
careful with your lover and do my best to protect him."
	"I appreciate that."
	"I have left the guns available to you should you need them."
	Lance looked over at the gun belt.  He pulled one of the blasters
out and aimed it at different objects.
	I came out wearing my Bat-suit and Kai-El looked me up and down.
	"There is a resemblance to you and the Bat from our past.  Too bad
I do not have a holocron of him."
	"It's okay," I said.  "Where is my Lightsaber?"
	Kai-El reached down and handed me the double-bladed saber.  I kept
a safe distance from them both and the walls and flipped the switch.  A
purple energy blade emanated from one end.  I swung it around a few times
checking the weight and refreshing myself of the moves Garrett had taught
me a year ago.
	Lance looked on in amazement.  "I can't believe those things
exist," he said.  "I've seen the movies and I know how they work on screen.
But to see it in real life..."
	Kai-El smiled.  "It can be very overwhelming for someone who has
never seen it before.  I understand your trepidations.  It is well known
the primitiveness of this galaxy.  You are not yet advanced enough for
these things.
	"Come," Kai-El said to me.  "We must patrol and hunt for Darth
Malice and her troops."
	I nodded to her and went over to Lance.  Pulling my mask down to
reveal my mouth, I kissed him full on the lips.  "I will be back," I said.
	"Be careful," he replied.  "And I love you."
	"I love you, too."
	Replacing the mask, I turned to Kai-El.  "Ready when you are."
	The Jedi nodded to me and we exited the room via the balcony and
climbed to the roof of the hotel.  I followed her as we climbed along the
roof and leapt to the next building.
	"Tell me about Darth Malice," I said.  "What is she like?"
	"She is a Zabrak.  They are red and black in appearance, although
other races of their kind have different colors signifying which species
they belong.  Darth Malice is an opportunist.  She wants power and has set
her sights on becoming the Empress of our galaxy.  Indeed she has modeled
after Emperor Palpatine in her quest.  Mind what you have learned about him
from the documentary footage you have available to you.  It could save your
life."
	Suddenly Kai-El stopped.
	"What is it?"
	"Ssh," she responded.
	I stood still looking around quietly trying to get a bead on what
she was listening for.  Suddenly, she pulled out her Lightsaber and clicked
it on.  A yellow energy blade sprung to life.
	Two figures decloaked ten feet from us.  They were wearing black
armor and wielded red Lightsaber.  The two Siths did double takes at me.
	"They are not true Sith," Kai-El responded.  "They are called
Shadowtroopers and have been trained to fight with a Lightsaber, nothing
more.  It should be easy to dispatch them."
	"Easy for you to say," I muttered.
	I flicked on an end of my Lightsaber and readied myself for an
attack.  One ran at me and swung its Lightsaber.  I brought mine up and
blocked and then pushed it away.  It swung back at me again and I ducked
and blocked its third attack.  To the Shadowtrooper's surprise, I swung my
leg up and connected with its chest.  It fell backwards off the building.
	I turned and watched in amazement as the Jedi fought the
Shadowtrooper with lightning speed.  I don't know how she did it but she
kept blocking and swinging holding her own very well with the evil being.
She pushed down on the Shadowtrooper's Lightsaber and quickly swung her
sword back slicing its head off.  Then she turned to me.
	"Where did the one you were fighting go?" she asked.
	"I knocked it off the building."
	Kai-El ran over to where the Shadowtrooper was knocked off and
looked down.  "Come!" she said and dropped down.
	I turned off my blade and jumped, slowing my fall as I neared the
street so I wouldn't break anything.  Then I took off running after Kai-El
who had no trouble at all landing and breaking into full stride.
	The crowd watched in surprise at the three of us running down the
street.  I think they believed we were some act, which was both good and
bad.  Bad because they may try to approach one of us hindering Kai-El or I
or risk getting killed by the Shadowtrooper.  Good because there wasn't a
panicked mob trying to run the opposite way.

	The vampire watched as the three strangely dressed beings ran down
the street.  Then he turned back to his meal.  He drained the blood of the
human and smiled to himself.  He entered the crowd on the street and headed
back to his bosses penthouse where his boss looked down upon his resort.
	It didn't take long for the vampire to enter the lobby and ride the
elevator to the top floor.  There his boss waited for him.
	"Hello, sir," he greeted.
	"Is he here?"
	"Yes.  I just caught a glimpse of him running down the street."
	"Good.  Send the boys to the hotel room and fetch me Mr. Bass."
	"Yes, sir."
	The vampire turned and left the penthouse.  The head vampire stood
and looked out the window.  "You will pay for what you did to me,
Mr. McCoy.  I will make you pay for sending me to hell for the past hundred
years."

	Kai-El lifted her hand toward the Shadowtrooper and it stumbled.
She must have used the Force and impacted the soldier.  It ran into a
nearby alley and Kai-El followed.  As I entered the darkened alcove, there
was nothing to be seen except Kai-El standing in the middle.
	"Kai-El?" I said.
	"Ssh," she said a second time.
	The Shadowtrooper must have cloaked and the Jedi was using the
Force to locate the trooper.  I stayed back near the mouth of the alley in
case it tried to get out.
	Kai-El pointed her hand in a direction and I saw some dust fly that
way.  In a certain area, a small point fluttered as if heat were emanating.
Kai-El turned on her Lightsaber and looked around.  Then she turned quickly
and threw her Lightsaber in the area of the small shudder and the
Shadowtrooper screamed and decloaked.  It had been severed in half by the
Lightsaber which now flew back to the hands of the Jedi.
	"That is some trick!" I commented.
	Kai-El nodded.  "This is only the beginning.  There are probably
more on the island in search of you, or the Bat that visited our past.  We
must continue."
	I nodded and followed Kai-El up to the rooftops and we continued
our patrol.

	Lance sat on the bed flipping through a magazine.  'My honeymoon
and Eric has to be Batman.  It is a good thing I love him or I wouldn't be
putting up with this.  I know Eric would rather be here with me, but it
sometimes seems as if he is out there all the time.'
	A knock came at the door.  "Who is it?" Lance asked.
	"Room service."
	"I didn't order anything."
	"It was ordered by Mr. Eric McCoy."
	"Hold on," Lance said.  He grabbed one of the guns and held it to
his side.  He walked over to the door and slowly opened it.  Without
warning, the door was pushed off its hinges and fell on top of the singer.
	Before Lance realized, several vampires had come in and grabbed him
by his wrists and ankles.  He managed to slip the gun into his large pocket
before they completely retained him and lifted him up.
	"What the hell is going on?" he screamed.  "How did you get in
here?"
	"Public accommodations.  We don't need to be invited."
	Lance called out for help several times before being punched in the
face and knocked unconscious.  The vampires lifted him and carried him out
to their waiting limousine.

	The dark haired vampire landed on the balcony and entered to find
the hotel room in disarray.  "I missed them," he whispered.  "I must wait
for Eric to return.  He can explain all that is going on."

	After patrolling for the rest of the evening and dispatching of
several Shadowtroopers, Kai-El and I returned to the hotel room.  To my
horror I found the room in total disarray.
	"My God!  Where's Lance?" I asked as I looked around.  I clicked on
the light to see a dark haired, very attractive teenager sitting in a
chair.  "Who are you and where is Lance?"
	"So you are Eric McCoy," he said to me with a slight Russian
accent.
	"Who are you and where is Lance?"
	"The costume is rather theatrical," he said.
	"I won't ask you again," I said with my anger boiling over.
	"No need to get so upset.  I am a friend and I've been sent by a
mutual friend.  This island used to be mine several years ago."
	I noticed his skin was rather pale.  If he had been on the island
any length of time, he was bound to have some color to his skin.  Unless he
stayed in all day and only came out at night.  Which would indicate one
thing.
	I turned the Lightsaber on and pointed it at the vampire.
	"Who might this friend be, vampire?"
	"I see there is no fooling you.  The mutual friend I speak of is
the same who turned me in a vampire.  His name is Marius.  I used to be
known as Amadeo.  But nowadays, I go by the name Armand."

	Lance slowly awoke on a couch that was unfamiliar to him.  He
looked around to see green plants sitting in front of red walls.  He jumped
and looked around remembering the vampires that had broken into the hotel
room and kidnapped him.  Some stood near the exits looking at him.  A few
had wicked grins on their faces.
	"Hello, Lance.  Long time no see."
	Lance turned to the voice and was shocked to see the owner of the
voice.  "Oh my god," he whispered.
	The creature smiled at him.
	"Turic."

To Be Continued...

As if two Sith Lords weren't enough.  Turic returns!  And what do you think
of Armand showing up?  "The Vampire Armand" was the second book of Anne
Rice's I've read, and I fell in love with Armand and Marius.