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"Who am I kidding it's not different?" She muttered while rubbing her eyes under her glasses.
This case was different because of Henry. Everything about it revolved around him, had something to do with him. And that meant it had something to do with her. She let her mind dirft back to their night together, making love on the floor and then his bed. And once in the shower. She had to admit, even if it was just to herself, it had been the most erotic experience in her life.
Vicki had a few lovers in her past. Not many, but enough to know Henry was a master at sex. Mike was a very tender lover and she had enjoyed being with him, had always been satisfied. But Henry made her heart pound, her muscles tremble and her breath get choppy. And that was now, when he wasn't even in the room with her. Yep, she was in big trouble now that she knew his passion first hand.
Tossing her glasses on the desk top, she put her hands on her burning cheeks. "What the hell am I going to do now?" she asked herself.
"Funny. I was going to ask that very question."
Vicki looked up to see Henry in the doorway. His leather coat flung over one broad shoulder, his dark brown curls still damp from a recent shower. He stood still, only his eyes moving, waiting for her to respond.
Knowing she couldn't avoid this conversation, she took a deep breath and licked her lips. "Hey." Well so much for her talking about what happened.
Henry had a small half grin on his face, as if he knew what she was doing. He entered the room slowly. Vicki couldn't help but notice that even his walk was sexual, a predator after his prey. And he was hungry.
As he got closer to the desk, Vicki felt the need to put some space between them, the office feeling suddenly very small. She grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair putting it on. "I was just getting ready to call you." OK that was just a small lie, she would have called him. Maybe next week or next year. "I thought we would take a look at the spots the demon hit, see if he's still hanging around." She put her purse across her chest to keep her hands free and grabbed her cell and flashlight, heading around him to the door. She didn't look to see if he followed. She knew he would.
She made it all the way to the inner door, when he pulled her to a stop, turning her to face him. His hand came up to cup her face under her chin, lifting her eyes to his. Blue eyes met blue eyes.
His filled with love, hers filled with panic.
Henry smiled softly at her. "I know you want to bolt out that door and pretend nothing has changed, but you can't do that Vic. You have to deal with the fact that things have changed. We're lovers now. There is no going back."
Bracing her shoulders as if ready to fight she faced him. "I'm not avoiding anything. We just have so much we need to do with this case. Let's get this over with and then we'll talk." That sounded reasonable to her. How could they talk with so much going on?
Henry shook his head. "So we wait until this case is closed. Then what? There will be another case you get involved in or it will be Mike. Something else will always come first." As Vicki shook her head in disagreement Henry continued. "Yes it will. I know you. Anything you don't want to face you just pretend isn't important or isn't there. Well this is important. Important to me and important to you."
Vicki felt her heart pound. "What do you want from me, Henry?" she asked softly.
He brushed a blonde strand of hair back from her cheek. "I don't want anything more than you can give me." Vicki's eyes snapped to his. "I know your commitment issues so I'm not asking for that. I won't try to get you in front of a priest with a gold ring, asking for anytrhing. I don't want a house with a picket fence and you baking cookies and cleaning. I know that isn't who you are. I just want to take one day at a time. I just want you to give us a chance before you run away. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less."
Vicki, who never felt fear, was terrified. One day at a time scared her to death. Yet looking at Henry and seeing his goodness, his love, she wanted just that. So Vicki did what she had her whole life, she jumped off the cliff and asked God to keep her alive. "One day at a time sounds good to me." She smiled at him.
A small laugh escaped Henry and he grabbed her holding her close. "Thank God. You won't be sorry. I promise." Then he gently kissed her. She could feel his need, knew he wanted more, but he forced himself to pull back. With his eyes shining he spoke. "Let's go kick some demon ass." He turned, then stopped, eyes going black, teeth becoming fangs.
"What?" Her voice dropped to a whisper out of habit.
"Blood. I smell blood." His arm moved in front of her, in spite of knowing she didn't need protecting. They moved together towards the outer door, falling into the rhythm of partners. When they reached the door, Henry opened it and growled a warning.
In the hall the found something unexpected. A large wolf, bloody and unmoving in front of the door.
Henry reached the animal first. "Jordan? Jordan can you hear me? Jordan, can you change to your human form?"
After several deep breaths, the wolf turned into a naked Jordan. Blood seemed to pour out of his body, one arm bent at a unnatural angle. He whispered to them, "I'm sorry. So sorry." He swallowed. then coughed some. "I found Nikos, and he kind of managed to mess me up pretty bad. I didn't know where else to go." He took one shuddering breath. "He'll be able to track me. Get out of here. Now." With that last word he passed out.
- Mood:
mischievous
After a few hours of tossing and turning she gave up on sleep. She called everyone to come to the office to regroup. If Ricky was right about Sinead it changed everything. They had to start over looking in new directions and getting new evidence. As Vicki sipped her coffee she began to think Henry was right about the women in his life. They were all nuts. So what did that make her? Again she shoved the thought aside and refused to think about it.
She was looking over the huge file Augustus had given Henry when the man himself entered the office. He held himself very straight, the briefcase he was never without held tight in one large hand. His head dipped down to her. "Good morning Miss Nelson."
Vicki stood to shake his hand and take his coat. "Please call me Vicki. Thank you for coming Augustus." She hung up his coat and walked to the coffee pot. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please." He folded his large body into one of the chairs facing the desk. "I had to hear what this new evidence is that you found."
As she placed his coffee on the edge of the desk the rest of the gang showed up. Coreen and Mike followed by Jordan and Ricky. The poor kid looked pale and still scared out of his mind but he was trying to hide it. He wasn't successful.
After more coffee was passed out Vicki stood and grabbed the two portraits that Jordan had brought with him, setting them side by side on the light table. Sinead and Christina. The similarities were startling. Both beautiful, both with the same dark hair and eyes. They could be sisters.
Vicki explained to Augustus that Ricky was sure that it had been Sinead and not Christina who had him summon the demon. Augustus remained silent, taking small sips of his coffee. He kept looking back and forth between the pictures. "Do you have anything that points to this Sinead in the murders?"
Vicki looked over to Mike with one brow raised over her glasses. "I didn't find anything new. All the victims had some link to Christina although not a strong link. I couldn't find anything that showed Sinead knew any of them."
Augustus carefully put the mug back on the desk and sat back with sigh. He turned to Ricky. "You're sure it was Sinead? Those two look so much alike you could be mistaken." When Ricky just nodded Augustus let out another sigh. "Well this doesn't really change much."
Coreen frowned at the older man. "Why doesn't it change anything?"
"Because all the evidence still points to Christina." When Coreeen's mouth opened Augustus held up one hand to silence her. "I know what Ricky said but unless you get something besides just his word then Christina will still be found guilty."
Jordan got a big smile on his face. "Hot damn! The wicked witch will still get what she deserves. I need to find my video camera so I can watch her last moments over and over."
Vicki sent the werewolf her shut up look. "Alight if we can find something that points to Sinead then what will you do about Christina?"
Augustus stood and reached for his coat, putting it over his arm. "You find something and all charges against Christina will be dropped and she'll be released." He walked to the door and stopped to look over his shoulder. "I know Christina isn't popular with any of you but you need to think about something else. If Christina isn't found innocent then Henry will have to order her death." He gave them each a hard look. "I think you all know what that will do to him." With those words he turned and left the offfice.
With the weight of those words Vicki began to rethink what they knew. She sat back and propped her feet on the desk. "OK so Sinead goes to Ricky saying she's Christina. She has Ricky summon the demon and kill off people conected to Christina." She looked over at Sineads picture then back at Ricky and Jordan. "You said Ricky could summon thoughts, did you get anything off that picture?"
Ricky blushed in embarassement. Jordan tapped the boy on his shoulder. "No luck. All Ricky got was a headache."
Coreen refilled the coffee cups. "So if there is another person on the hitlist we still don't know who it is."
"Shit." Mike suddenly said. When all eyes turned to him he started talking. "Why would Sinead go to all this trouble? Why would she be so careful to make it look like Christina?" Before anyone could answer he continued. "She wants Henry right? And she knows Henry will always be tied to Christina his first love. She wants Henry to get Christina out of his life forever by making sure he hates her. Henry would never forgive Christina for killing innocent women." He put his empty mug on the filing cabinet and turned to look at Vicki. "We know the demon will kill one more person. Who else besides Christina would Sinead want out of the way?" He looked hard at Vicki with one brow raised.
Vicki dropped her feet from the desk, she returned Mikes look. "Me." Her eyes turned to the group in the room. "I'm the demons next victim."
tbc
- Mood:
sore
The next few hours could only be called crazy. Jordan was running around pissed off that it was Sinead and not Christina that Ricky had seen. Mike was on the phone seeing what they should do about the baby, and Coreen couldn't stop drooling over Jordan.
Just another Saturday night in Toronto.
Everyone was tense, nerves stretched tight, but Vicki kept watching Henry. He seemed almost too calm, too relaxed. It was like knowing something was going to blow up but you couldn't make yourself move away. You didn't want to watch but you couldn't stop yourself. Emotions rolled off of him and Vicki responded to each one.
Jordan finally stood up. "I'll take the kid with me tonight. Let's hope he's wrong about this Sinead shit. I really had a hard on to see Christina go up in flames staked out waiting for the sun." With those words he took Ricky by his collar and walked him out the door.
Mike hung up his cell phone and turned to the others. "I just talked to Social Services. Amanda's father should be here in a few hours, but he has to drive in from the country." He looked at Henry and Vicki. Henry was looking out the windows, seeing nothing and Vicki watching Henry. "You guys need me for anything else?" Even as he asked the question it was clear he didn't really want an answer.
Henry remained motionless but Vicki turned to Mike to answer. "I think we'll be good for now." She took a deep breath in, gaining strengh. "In the morning, do some checking into the murders to see how they are tied not only to Christina but Sinead as well."
After a brief stare he replied. "Sure no problem." He turned to Coreen as if he didn't feel the currents in the room surounding him. "Want a ride home?"
Coreen picked up the sleeping baby and put her to her chest. "Sure." She turned to Henry and Vicki. "Call me if you need me." Then together the three of them left.
Henry and Vicki were alone with nothing but intense feelings, past and present, hanging in the air. Each not wanting to feel anything and each only able to feel.
Life was such a bitch.
As the door closed Vicki walked to Henry. He stood still against the window frame, one hand gripping it so hard you could see his knunckles turn white. His breathing was deep, slow. Whatever he was feeling was tearing him up inside.
"Why?" He asked.
"Why what?" Vicki repiled.
He turned to her, his eyes blank. "Why do all the women in my life want to hurt me?" Vicki sucked in a deep breath at the pain that came from him. "I've always been so careful with women. After Christina, after feeling the pain of love lost I never wanted anyone to feel that. And yet here I am, five hundred years later, a woman doing whatever she can to cause me heartbreak." His head dropped, looking at the floor. "What is wrong with me?"
Vicki, tears in her eyes she refused to let fall, went to him holding his face in her hands. "There is nothing wrong with you. You are an amazing man that any woman would want."
He gave her a sad smile. "Any woman, huh?" He let out a small laugh and turned back towards the Toronto skyline.
As Vicki often did, she pushed aside her own pain to focus on someone elses. It was easier than dealng with her own. Right now Henry needed her and she would not let him feel that way about himself.
Vicki walked up to his back and pressed her aching breasts against his hard muscles. Other than his hand again clinching the frame of the window, he gave no sign he knew she was there. Her hands reached around his chest, lightly skimming his skin from the bottom of his throat to run softly down his smooth skin to his belt. The instant her fingers brushed his cock he sucked in a deep breath. His stomach turning rock hard. As well as other parts of his body.
Vicki didn't let herself think, she only wanted to feel. Feel Henry. And he felt SO good. His trembling muscles seemed to be in harmony with hers. Each wanting what was next. Each knowing there would be no turning back.
Vicki played with Henry's shirt for a moment and then grew angry at it. She tried to stay in control, unbuttoning the silk cloth and removing it, glad to have it out of her way. The shirt flew across the room, her fingers going to his hot skin, feeling the hardness and softness that was all Henry. His skin felt so soft, making her fingertips tingle from running them across his body.
Suddenly Henry turned and faced her. The look in his eyes like nothing she had seen before. He was all sex. He looked like sex, he smelled like sex. Vicki felt her body respond in a rush of heat between her legs.
After that instant of aware ness on both sides there was no stopping They grabbed each other and fell to the floor, breath gasping and clothes tearing the only sound. Foreplay was out of the question. They had been having the soft version of that for a year now, so once each was free of their clothes, Henry flipped Vicki over onto her back. Without being told Vicki spread her legs wide, inviting him inside.
Henry took that invitation and plunged as deep as he could. Each stilled. Being one for the first time held them motionless. But that didn't last. Nature called telling each to move, harder, faster against each other. To feel not just their own bodies but the others as well. For long minutes they moved, almost fighting, pushing and pulling with each stroke. Then at the same moment they both went still. Muscles going tight. Then they both came, each crying out, each feeling a pleasure they never had before.
As Vicki stroked her hand down the sweat on Henry's back she whispered to him. "Like I said, you are amazing."
tbc
Merry Christmas all my Blood Ties friends!
I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you all for being such great friends. This has been a year filled with ups and downs but my BT buddies helped me through it all. (Some more than others, you know who you are.)
I wanted you to know that I WILL get another chapter of Trials up. Things have been crazy here, (shocked I know) but if my muse and Jordan, who is giving me a fit, help me then a new chapter will be soon.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday with your loved ones and remember the true meaning of Christmas. We are all very blessed. Be safe and I'll be talking to you soon.
Chrissy
PS Santa guess what I want under the tree this year?
This is something special I wanted to do for my husband Brian's birthday. We have been together almost 17 years with good times and bad. He is always asking why I love him. I can't always find the words to say but I can write them down.
So here it is Brian.
When I met you I had just left a very abusive husband who had destroyed my self esteem. I didn't feel good about myself, my life or where it was going. Then through our friend Tammy I met you. The first thing I remember about that night was you made me laugh, something I had not done much of at the time. Then I remembered you pulling ot your wallet to show me pictures of your daughter. The proud look on your face is something I still remember so clearly.
Those first months as a couple were not easy. I was still feeling the effects of my husband's abuse, but you put a stop to it pretty quick. You told me to stand up for myself. If we had a fight and I started to cry you told me to get angry and fight back. You may regret that now, but I'm so glad you did. You told me to say what I thought no matter what it was. And you were right.
Four years later we married. After all that time we knew what we were in for. We had already been close to breaking up and found a way to fix the problems. Not perfect but we wanted to try and make it work. Our wedding was small but beautiful. Even though you showed up late and had a few Bud Lights in you (that's ok, I caught up on the Bud Light at the reception) still you looked very handsome in your tux. I'll never forget the look in your eyes as you saw me for the first time in my wedding dress. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world in that moment.
You were the one with me when I got the news that my daughters were autistic. To say that was one hell of a blow is a understatement. You held me as I cried and told me everything would be alright. That together we would find them the help they needed. When I wanted to give up you forced me to keep going. Once again you gave me the strengh to do what I had to.
When our son Chase was born I'll never forget the tears you cried seeing him for the first time. You had a daughter and I had two and we both so much wanted a boy. I have no doubt you would have loved a girl just as much but seeing you hold him and kiss him was something I'll never forget. When he was sick and put in the NICU you cried with me as we worried over our baby. Again you gave me the strength to go on.
When my father died and I couldn't be with him you held me so tight and let me cry as long as I needed. You helped me get through that and I'll never forget it.
Now here we are all these years later. Yes, it has been hard at times (allright alot of times) but somehow we keep going. I won't say there haven't been times that I've wanted to strangle you because I have. MANY times in fact. But I'm still here, sometimes I don't know why but then sometimes I do. After looking at this I see why.
You are my rock. When I'm at my lowest, you pick me up and tell me I can do anything.
You believe in me. And that is the greatest gift you have ever given me.
So there it is for all the internet world to see. Why I love you. I hope it has made you feel good and made your birthday something special.
I do love you and I have a feeling we will be together for a long time. I think we deserve each other. We are both a pain in the ass!
So Happy Birthday from your Bacon.
P.S. This doesn't mean you can leave your clothes on the floor or the toilet seat up. Just remember that!
Love Always,
Bacon (Christie)
- Mood:
nostalgic
Everyone was gathered back at Henry's apartment after having to split up. Mike headed to he station to get the files on the three murdered women while Jordan and Coreen watched Ricky. Not that he needed to be watched too closely, he was so scared he could hardly move and was not talking. During that time Henry and Vicki went shopping for everything the baby needed.
Vicki leaned against the doorway to Henry's bedroom, a small smile on her face as she watched him. He had Amanda on the bed, snapping her into a small pink sleeper. He bent over and tickeled her round tummy with his nose. The baby giggled and grabbed fists full of his hair. Henry gently removed her fingers and kissed each dimpled hand before he straightened up to smile at her.
"Doesn't that feel better?" He said in the singsong voice everyone used with babies. "Now you're all clean and smelling good." He picked her up and held her high over his head for a moment before cradeling her against his chest. "Let's go see if Aunt Vicki has that bottle ready for you."
He turned to see Vicki watching him, a half smile on his face. He had been so focused on the baby he hadn't sensed her there. "How long have you been there?" He asked.
Vicki gave a small laugh. "Long enough." She reached out and brushed back the soft brown hair poking up on Amanda's head. "How are you so good with babies? I thought you said you hadn't really been around many kids."
He shrugged his shoulders. "It just seems natural I guess." He got a sad look on his face. "All children should feel love. I know my parents loved me but I was raised mostly by servants. I didn't have a lot of hugs and kisses growing up."
Before Vicki could respond Amanda's small body stiffened and a frown appeared on her face. Henry bounced her softly. "I think this little lady wants her dinner." Without another word he entered the living room, leaving Vicki to follow.
Jordan was pacing back and forth, engery seemed to roll off his tense body. He glared at Ricky who sat in the leather chair, arms wrapped around his thin body. "That's all you remember? The number 4?"
Ricky tried to glare back but wasn't very successful. "I didn't stick around to introduce myself. A demon popped up out of nowhere and I was scared shitless. They started talking when I sneaked out. All I heard was Christina repeating the number four."
Jordan ran one hand through his dark hair. "Well that could mean anything." He looked over and saw Henry enter with the baby. He reached for the bottle on the coffee table then reached to pull her out of Henry's arms. "Give me that little beauty." He held her gently as if afraid he would hurt her. "You are going to be a knock out in a few years." He cooed to the baby. He looked over to Henry and Vicki. "So are you two going to keep her or not? Plan on playing house for real?" He smirked.
Mike closed the file he was reading. "She doesn't belong to them Masters. I talked to a social worker who said the baby could stay in our care tonight while her father drives here. We have to turn her over in the morning." He tossed the file with the others on the table and turned to Henry. "I think I've found the connection between Christina and these women. One was her neighbor, one was a model who worked for her and Amanda's mother worked in the same building where Christina's studio is at."
Coreen looked over to see Henry close his eyes. "Sorry Henry, looks like Christina is the one behind this." Coreen turned to Ricky. "How did you end up with the baby?"
Ricky looked over at the baby who held tightly to the bottle as if afraid someone would take it from her. "I was just walking the street looking for a new place to hide when I saw that demon grab a woman and pull her behind a building. The baby was in a stroller on the sidewalk, just left alone. I was afraid the demon would come back for her so I grabbed her and ran."
Vicki was barely listening to Ricky talk. She sat beside Mike looking at the files trying to think what Christina might have meant about the number four. Then it hit her. "Four victims." She said out loud.
"What?" Henry frowned at her.
"That must of been what Christina was talking to the demon about. Four people she wanted murdered." She pointed to the files. "He's already killed three, there must be one more person on the hit list."
Mike rubbed his forehead. "Too bad Ricky didn't stick around to hear the names of these women. We have no idea who will be next."
Jordan smiled. "Ricky can find out." All eyes turned to him. "He's a summoner, he can not only summon demons but thoughts and memories. All we need is a picture of Christina or the demon for him to focus on." He looked to Henry. "Where's the file Augustus gave you?"
Henry had to think before he remembered. "I left it at Vicki's office." He was getting ready to grab his keys to go there when he remember something. "I have the portaits of Christina that I've painted over the years, would that work?"
Jordan placed the baby over his shoulder to burb her. "I don't see why not. You guys go grab that and Coreen and I will stay with the baby."
"I have the paintings next door. There are so many in there I'll need help to find one." He walked to the door with Vicki behind him. Mike pulled up the rear pushing Ricky with him.
Next door was another apartment exactly like Henry's but this one was filled with antique furniture that he had collected over the centuries. Henry turned to what should have been the master bedroom but instead was filled with paintings, some hanging on the walls others proped up in stacks. Canvases were everywhere.
Henry nodded to the right side of the room. "I have no idea where to start looking. Vicki and I'll look here and you two look on that side." He said to Mike and Ricky.
Mike glared at a large painting of Vicki that hung on the wall. It showed her in a transparent white gown that hugged her body. Vicki saw Mike's jaw clench. "I didn't pose for that Mike, don't have a stroke." She turned her glare to Henry. "I'll talk to you later about that." Henry just smiled and began to search.
For several minutes they were quiet until Ricky stood up and held a painting in his hands. "I found one."
Mike looked at the portrait, a frown on his face. "You're sure this is the woman who contacted you? Christina?"
Ricky nodded his head. "Possitive. This is Christina."
Mike cleared his throat and looked at Henry and Vicki. "I think we have a problem here guys."
Henry and Vicki walked toward him. "What do you mean a problem?"
Mike took the canvas from Ricky. "Well this woman is beautiful and does have dark hair, but unless Henry has forgotten what Christina looks like this isn't her."
Mike turned the painting around to show them. Vicki gasped, Henry closed his eyes and cursed.
The woman was beautiful with dark hair but Mike was right that it wasn't Christina.
It was Sinead.
tbc
- Mood:
grateful
Vicki felt that this was going to a very long day. They were going to the last known address of one Ricky Howell, neither she nor Coreen held any hope they would find him. Having not only Christina but a demon after him was more than enough to make anyone go into hiding.
When Vicki felt the car stop, she forced her eyes to open. Bright sunlight had her squinting at the old apartment building in front of her. Taking a deep breath she exited the car along with Coreen. There was a chill in the air that had Vicki zipping up her coat, but Corren didn't seem to notice in her corset and mini skirt.
Coreen looked at the building, seeing the broken windows and bricks, the trash in the few patches of grass. "And I thought my first apartment was a dump."
Vicki pushed Coreen inside and turned to the first apartment on the left, the one that Ricky rented. She pulled out her lock picks and went to work. "I'll look in here while you talk to the neighbors."
"Great." Coreen muttered, pulling a large can of mace out of her purse. "If you hear me scream call 911."
Vicki opened the door. "The faster you get started the faster you'll be done." She pushed the smaller woman towards the door in front of her and entered the apartment closing the door behind her.
Vicki looked around the small livingroom. It was just what you would expect for a young man starting out. An old couch and chair, most likely secondhand, took up most of the space. A small tv and radio sat on a wobbly table.
Walking into the kitchen she saw a trash can overflowing with pizza boxes, and fast food bags. A few beer cans were on the floor, having toppled from the top. Opening the refigerator and cabinets, she found almost no food. And found no clue where Ricky might be.
There was no mail, no address book, nothing to tell her who his friends were or if he even had any.
In the bedroom was a small unmade bed with clothes scattered on top and the floor. The closet held a few pairs of jeans and shirts but nothing else. Same for the bathroom.
Vicki was standing by the bed, trying to think what to do next when Coreen entered the room. "Did you find out anything?"
"Nothing. Either they don't know him or won't admit they do. I'm pretty sure some wouldn't even come to the door." Coreen picked up a sweatshirt from the bed, one smell had her wrinkling up her nose. "To bad we can't get some bloodhounds, this smell would take us right to him."
Vicki had a huge smile on her face. "Coreen you're a genuis!" She grabbed the sweatshirt and a grocery bag on the floor, putting the shirt inside and tieing the top closed.
"I am?" Coreen frowned at her. "You know where to get a bloodhound?"
Vicki pulled out her cell and dialed. "Close, but not quite." She listen to the message then smiled in Coreen's direction. "Hey Henry it's me. Listen do you know if your friend Jordan has plans tonight?"
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"A werewolf?" Mike shouted at Vicki. "That's just great. A vampire and a werewolf. All we need is Frankenstein to have a full set of movie monsters."
"I'll ask Henry if he knows where ol' Frankie is at." Vicki smiled at the frown Mike sent her.
Before Mike could say anything, the door opened and Henry walked in with Jordan behind him. Vicki and Coreen both sucked in a breath at their first sight of the man. His hazel eyes missed nothing, his movements deliberate and calculated, just like a animal. His slow gait had you thinking of hot steamy sex. That and the tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination. The man was truely blessed.
Vicki cleared her throat and walked to him with her hand out. "Thanks for helping us Jordan. I'm Vicki Nelson."
Jordan sent her a killer smile and put his huge hand in hers. "I'm always happy to help a beauitful woman." He bent over to kiss the back of her hand and Vicki could swear he was sniffing her skin. A soft growl from Henry had him straightening up. He smiled at Henry. "Don't worry Henry, I would never take your woman from you." He grinned at Vicki. "I'll wait till she gets bored with you."
"She isn't his woman." Mike said from across the room. He was standing very straight, trying to add to his height, but Jordan still topped him by a good three inches.
Henry nodded at him. "Jordan, this is Detective Mike Celluci."
The two men briefly shook hands. Jordan stood back and looked Mike up and down. "You're right, Henry. He does look like him."
Mike frowned at Henry who had put one hand over his mouth to smother a laugh. "I look like who?"
"Dudley Do-Right. Put you in a mountie uniform and you're a dead ringer." Jordan didn't bother to hide his laugh from Mike. While Mike glared at them, Jordan approached Coreen and reached for her hand. "And you would be Coreen. A pleasure." He kissed her hand as well and Coreen shivered.
"Yes it is." Coreen all but purred. Jordan looked her up and down, his gaze full of lust. Coreen saw it and moved closer to him, brushing her body next to his. "For the record I'm single."
Jordan licked his lips. "That's good to know."
"Excuse me?" Vicki grabbed the bag with the sweatshirt inside. "Could we please get started here?" She held the bag out to Jordan. "If you get his scent will you be able to track him?"
"No problem. I'm a expert hunter and tracker. I'll find him no matter where he is." He opened the bag and took a deep breath. "Good God. You don't need me, this stench couldn't be hidden from anyone."
Henry took the bag and put it on top of the desk. "While Jordan is in his wolf form he will still be able to talk to us. Mentally. So don't freak out if you hear his voice in your head." Henry nodded at him. "Alright Jordan, do your thing."
Taking one last leer at Coreen, Jordan stepped back. In the blink of the eye Jordan was gone and in his place was a beautiful white timberwolf. And it was huge, weighing over 150 pounds and all muscle. The large wolf walked to Coreen and began to sniff around her knees, his nose edging under the mini skirt.
"Jordan." Henry called.
"What? I'm just trying to have a little fun. Lighten up Henry." Jordan replied to him.
Mike frowned at the large animal. "Just how do you plan to walk the streets with him like this? People will call animal control."
"Jordan is a pro at this." Henry said pulling something out of his pocket, he walked to Jordan and slipped something around his neck. When he straightened they saw a leesh held loosely in Henry's hand. "We're just walking our dog. Who happenes to be really big."
Vicki shook her head, hoping the people of Toronto were fooled. "Let's go then."
They walked out, Jordan leading the way.
For two hours they seemed to be going in circles, Jordan going in one direction only to turn back. Everytime it seemed he had the scent he lost it again.
Mike leaned a shoulder against the window of a bank watching while Jordan sniffed the ground. "Looks like Fido isn't having any luck."
Jordan turned his massive head toward Mike, growling low in his throat, teeth bared. "Henry if you want this guy out of the way let me know. I haven't killed anyone in awhile, I should make sure I remember how."
Mike having heard what Jordan said stood straight and moved his eyes away not wanting to press his luck. They continued to walk for another half hour when the thick fur on Jordan's back raised, his body tense. He began to move down the street towards some abandoned factories. They entered a alley and Jordan stopped in front of a door.
"In there." He said to them. As Vicki reached for the doorknob Jordan cried out. "Wait!" He sniffed the air some more, then he turned back into a human, removing the leash from his neck. "He isn't alone. Someone is in there with him." He turned to Henry. "It might be best if you and I went in. Detective Celluci can stay here with the women."
Before Vicki could protest the two men entered the building. Vicki paced back and forth, hating not knowing what was going on inside. When they had been gone for ten minutes Vicki decided to go in after them. She pulled out her asp and reached again for the door.
She opened it to see Jordan holding onto the shirt of Ricky Howell who struggeled to get away. Vicki was about to ask where Henry was when she saw him, he had something wrapped in his leather coat, holding it tightly. Vicki couldn't tell what it was until she walked to him and he pulled the coat away to show her.
Vicki gasped.
A beautiful baby girl smiled up at them, four small teeth shining brightly. They had not only found Ricky but they had found Amanda Davis, who had been missing since her mothers murder. Now they had to find out how she came to be with Ricky.
tbc
The first story is up at my new journal. Henry and Vicki in the old west. Hope you like it!
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I have set up a seperate journal just for BT requests and smut! The first story should be up this week. If you would like a story leave a comment and I'll do my best to get it to you!
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*A/N This was a special request by SS. Hope you like it. NOT WORK SAFE!!*
Vicki held the thick book in her hands, turning the pages rapidly, engrossed in the story. She raised her head from the arm of the couch where she was streched out, looking to make sure no one saw her. The last thing she wanted was for someone to catch her reading this kind of book.
A few days ago Coreen had brought it into the office, going on and on about it. Not usually one to read anything other then gun magizines, Vicki was intrigued by what Coreen told her and the cover of the book as well.
Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon, and on the front was a golden sun pierced by three lightening bolts, telling the tragic story of a God who had been alive for eleven thousand years and who held the fate of the world in his hands.
Vicki read about the man who made every woman who saw him tremble in desire, and it more than reminded her of her own immortal Henry. He had the same effect on women.
One look from Henry's blue eyes made a girl start thinking all kinds of naughty things. Of course, Vicki forced those thoughts out of her head when they appeared, but they always popped back in.
Vicki felt her eyes begin to droop, sleep calling out to her as she tried to keep reading, wanting to see what would happen. Ash was on his motorcycle, a beautiful woman sitting behind him holding him close. As Vicki drifted off to sleep, she dreamed of the motorcycle and two people on it, but it wasn't Ash...
Wind rushed by Vicki's body as she held tight to Henry, the big Harley speeding down a country road. As he drove she held him close, her inner thighs hugging his, her arms wrapped thighly around his waist just above his belt. She couldn't stop herself from leaning forward to inhale the sweet scent of his skin, her lips running across the skin of his neck. His dark curls whipped in her face, lightly blowing against her cheek.
As he leaned into a turn she leaned with him, the muscles of her thighs clenched tight to him. The vibrations of the powerful engine between her legs was making wonderful feelings travel through her. Who needed a vibrator? Just a hot man and a big bike.
He took one hand off the handlebars reaching back to run it up one jean clad leg, squeezing softly, letting her know he shared her feelings, his body just as tense as hers.
As they continued to ride he reached for one of her hands, pushing it down and holding it over the large bulge in his jeans. She ran her fingers over his length, tracing the shape of him. Vicki moaned in his ear and she felt a small shiver run through him, all this teasing was driving them both crazy. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed her aching breasts against the soft black leather jacket, sliding on the seat, trying to get closer.
Suddenly he turned the bike down a long dirt road, nothing around them but the faint moonlight. He slowed and came to a stop in a small clearing, cutting the engine and Vicki swung one leg around the seat rest to stand on wobbly legs. Henry, not taking his eyes off her, raised one leg to the kickstand.
Feeling brave, she put one hand on his rock hard thigh to stop him. "Don't," she said quietly. He frowned at the odd request and she smiled, licked her lips, eyes running over his gorgous body. "I want you to stay right there." She reached for the zipper of his jacket, slowly pulling it down. "You just balance the bike. I'll do everything else."
He returned her smile, leaning forward to let her remove the coat that she then dropped to the ground at her feet. She then reached for the bottom of the black t shirt he wore and pulled it over his head, letting it join the jacket. She stood and stared at his chest, the tight skin stretched over firm muscles, soft dark hair covering him, begging for her touch.
Her blood was rushing though her veins but she made herself move slowly, removing her shoes, shirt, bra and jeans. She stood only wearing her black lace panties and watched Henry take a deep breath, his eyes focused on the place between her legs. Slowly his blue gaze ran over her flat stomach and round breasts to stop at her eyes. "Not feeling so brave after all Vic?" He gave her a half smile. "Come on. I dare you."
He knew she couldn't refuse a challange and with a smile of her own, she pushed the panties down her legs, kicking them off when they reached her feet. His eyes were almost glowing, hands clenched on his legs. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered. He held out one hand to her pulling her to him.
Trying to be careful, she faced him, swinging up on the bike to sit nose to nose with him. The seat was small, the two of them forced to be pressed close to each other. Henry leaned against the backrest, his legs holding the heavy machine steady. They held each other in a tight hug, hands running up and down the others back.
Lips began exploring the skin in front of them, each licking and tasting. Vicki ran her tongue up the strong cords of his neck, moving to the shell of his ear, her tongue dipping inside causing him to groan and hold her tighter.
Henry took control, one hand reaching in her hair to pull her lips to his. As his tongue explored her mouth his other hand reached for his belt. Somehow he managed to free himself without them falling of the bike and Vicki reached down to caress him. He was soft and hard, long and thick. She could feel him pulsing in her grip as her fingers ran up and down, his hips lifting in time to her movements.
Henry decided to add his own hands to the fun, his fingers reaching between her open legs, separating the soft curls and wet flesh. Vicki felt a shock go through her, his touch making her shiver and tremble. While his thumb ran over her clit, he let one long finger enter her and both began moving their hands faster, breath choppy, gasps filling the night air. Vicki would have never believed she could get any wetter but when he put a second finger inside her tight flesh she felt a liquid rush coat his fingers.
Henry reach his other arm around her to pull her even closer as she took his hard cock in her hand and began to run the hard flesh against her clit. Each were moving their hips and still trying to stay upright on the bike and Vicki felt her inner muscles clinch tight, feeling like a spring that was wound too tight. Just when she couldn't stand it anymore she came, a cry wrung from her lips, spasms shaking her from head to toe.
She held Henry close for a moment before she again swung her leg over the bike to stand beside him. While Henry watched with a frown on his face she turned around grabbing the handelbars and getting back on. Her back to his front. She turned her head to look behind at him and raised her round bottom from the seat.
"Yes," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips he pulled her toward him. The tip of his cock lightly probed against her opening, entering just enough to coat the flesh with her mositure. He moved just an inch inside before pulling away. Vicki groaned in frustration, her hips wiggling trying to force him inside. But he kept teasing her, dipping just the tip in only to pull out and run that hard cock up the cleft of her bottom. Vicki began to pant, gripping the handlebars tight, her legs trembling. Finally he plunged deep.
"Oh!" Vicki cried at finally feeling him deep inside her, streching her flesh. Henry gripped her hips hard and began a pounding rhythm, moving deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. How they stayed balanced neither knew. They moved with barely controlled violence against each other. Vicki had her teeth clenched in pleasure when one hand came around her to stroke her wet clit in time to his thrusts.
It sent her over the edge. She exploded, muscles feeling like they would rip from the bone. In the distance she heard him moan, felt that big cock swell even bigger before his hot cum flooded her body.
Vicki was trembling as she held the handlebars, trying to catch her breath. Henry leaned over her back, kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Vicki."
"Vicki?" She felt a hand shaking her shoulder. "Hey Vic wake up."
With a gasp Vicki sat up, the open book falling to the floor. She looked and saw Henry kneeling next to the couch and her face burned red at the erotic dream she had just had about him.
Henry smiled and pushed a blonde strand from her face. "What were you dreaming? You had a big smile on your face."
She cleared her throat. "I don't remember," she lied. Licking her lips, she said something she hadn't planned. "Henry do you like motorcycles?"
THE END
- Mood: horny
Henry paced back and forth in Vicki's office, one hand rubbing over his eyes, trying to make the ache behind them go away. Seeing Christina had been harder than he thought. He had tried not to show it, tried to act like he didn't feel anything, but he did feel something. His heart seemed to be beating too fast, he couldn't catch is breath and he felt pain in his chest.
It reminded him of his first jousting competition when he was 15, his heart racing behind his armor, his horse shifting nervously under him. He faced the young knight across from him, fear in his throat. He knew as they raced toward each other that he had no chance of avoiding being thrown. And he had been right. The lance had hit him in the breast plate, pain exploding through his chest and he had hit the ground hard, his breath rushing out of his body.
He felt the same way now.
He stopped in front of the desk where Vicki sat watching him. "So, you didn't find anything in the house Christina's been staying at?"
Vicki frowned at him as she saw how agitated he was. "Is there some reason you don't understand the word nothing? How about nada, zip, zilch, zero?"
Coreen put a cup of coffee on the desk. "Vicki, be nice. Can't you see he's upset?"
"I'm not upset." He said a little too loudly. He ran one hand over his head, trying to calm down. "I'm frustrated. Right now we don't have any evidence that Christina has done anything, just the word of some kid no one can find who's more than likely dead. Without him I don't have anything to tie Christina to the demon."
Vicki stood up from the chair and walked to the light table where Mike was sitting quietly. "Until we know he's dead we'll assume he's just missing." She looked at Mike who was having trouble keeping his eyes open. "Did you do that background check on him?"
Mike put one hand over his mouth to cover his yawn and nodded his head. He pulled out a file from a stack by his elbow. "There wasn't much. Ricky Howell, age 21. A few speeding tickets and one pop for simple possesion. Two weeks ago he was arrested in a clothing store because he kept yelling at everyone that a demon was going to kill them all. He was taken to the mental hospital where they kept him on a three day hold. He told the doctors that a beautiful woman with dark hair named Christina, who happened to be a vampire, made him read something out of an old book. The demon showed up and he took off." He picked up his cold coffee and took a sip. "They released him with some meds and he hasn't been seen since."
Vicki pulled the file closer to look at it. "Augustus must have heard about what he was saying and checked it out." She tossed her glasses on the table and closed the file. "Alright, everyone go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow we can start looking for him." She handed Mike his overcoat. "See what you can find on the women killed. They have to have some connection to Christina." He nodded his head as he put the coat on.
As Mike and Coreen went to leave Henry spoke up. "Why tomorrow? Let's go now."
Vicki looked at him with concern. "Henry, it's five in the morning. The sun will be up soon. If you don't get home you're going to get one hell of a sunburn. We'll catch a few hours sleep and then start." She reached out and laid a comforting hand on his arm, "We'll find him."
Mike and Coreen left but Henry stayed. He felt the need to go now, to find this kid and get to the bottom of this mess and the longer they waited, the less chance there was of finding him.
Vicki brushed a stray curl away from his face. "Seeing Christina really did upset you didn't it?"
Henry sat on the light table, both hands running over his face. "Seeing her is never easy. My emotions run all over the place. I never know what I feel. Love, hate. Nothing." He let out a deep sigh and looked over at Vicki. "Something about all this doesn't feel right. It doesn't make any sense."
Vicki frowned and sat beside him. "What do you mean?"
"I keep thinking about something Christina said. She said she didn't need a demon to kill for her and she's right. She could have killed those women twenty different ways and no one would have suspected her. Why summon a demon to do it?"
Vicki frowned in thought. "Maybe she made another deal with him. Something besides the killings. She has to be getting something out of it."
Henry shook his head, standing to pace the area in front of the desk. "Maybe," he said softly.
Vicki's eyes got wide, a stunned look on her face. "You think she's innocent don't you?" Henry didn't answer, just looked at her with a sad look on his face. Vicki stood as well and stopped in front of him. "Look, Henry, I know you've had the hots for her for five hundred years but even you have to see what's in front of you." She pointed behind her to the file on the table. "Ricky Howell said it was a dark haired woman named Christina. That she was a vampire. Are there any other vampires running around Canada named Christina with dark hair?" Vicki tilted her head as she looked at him. "You said she reacted, said you felt she did know Nikos. And what about the baby? Was she faking being upset about the baby?"
Henry closed his eys, feeling every bit of his 489 years. "I know. I know. Everything points to her." He looked down at the floor. "My head says she did it. My gut says it has to be someone else."
Vicki narrowed her eyes at him. "Your gut, your heart or another part of your anatomy?"
Henry's head snapped up, anger in his eyes. He pulled his keys out of his pocket. "You always tell me to trust my gut and that's what I'm going to do. Christina is the obvious suspect, but we should keep a open mind about this. If I sentence her to death, then she better be guilty."
As he reached the door Vicki grabbed his arm stopping him. "Call Augustus. Tell him to find someone else. You aren't the right person for this. You're too close, too emotionaly involved." Vicki swallowed, saying what she didn't want to, quietly. "You're still in love with her. You're blind to her true self."
Henry gave her another sad smile, one hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "It would be so much easier if I was still in love with her." He let his hand drop. "I will always be connected to Christina, but there is only one woman who holds my heart now. If only she knew it." Before Vicki could respond he left the office.
Vicki watched him go, her heart beating against her chest. She felt pain run through her body. All she wanted was to spare him his torment and knew she couldn't.
Vicki locked the door, turned off the light and went to the couch to lay down, thinking about what Henry had said to her.
Tears filled her eyes as she whispered in the dark. "She does know you love her," she swallowed. "She just doesn't know what to do about it." She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, hoping that dreams of Henry would stay far away.
tbc
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Every wall and door was made of reinforced steel and to enter each door you had to punch in a code as well as have a key. Henry walked beside Augustus, their footsteps echoing around them. Henry held tighter to the file in his hands as he got closer to seeing Christina.
A beeping sound registered in Henry's ears and he turned to see Augustus pull a pager off his belt and look at the number. After a brief glance he replaced it on his belt and turned to Henry. "I need to take care of this." He nodded down the hall. "You go ahead." Without another word he turned and left.
Taking a deep breath, he walked forward. He had only gone a few feet when a familiar scent reached him. Henry looked farther down the hallway and saw a man sitting in a chair outside one of the doors, a laptop on a small table. Henry smiled.
Jordan Masters. Werewolf.
Henry hadn't seen the man in over thirty years, but he still looked the same; like Henry ,age had not caught up with him. He looked like a man in his late twenties instead of a man who was really over 900 years old. As with all the weres he was handsome, with the face and body that any actor or model would want. Hazel eyes that could cut you with a glance grabbed your attention, his dark, wavey hair was pulled into a small ponytail at his neck.
Jordan continued to type on the computer, seeming not to know Henry was there, but Henry knew he was aware, his senses were as finely tuned as his own. He stopped in front of him, arms crossed over his chest.
"Let me guess. Internet porn?"
Jordan looked up and smiled. "Now what would I need with porn when I have women begging me to make love to them?" Henry laughed. "For your information I'm sending a email to my mother while I have a signal." He glanced at the steel walls around them. "All this steel screws with the computers and cell phones."
Henry cocked one eyebrow. "Your mother is using a computer? The same woman who thought cars and tv were just a fad?"
Jordan shrugged his shoulders. "She decided to learn to live in the twenty first century by learning about computers. It's the only way she can check on me several times a day. I am her favorite cub you know."
Henry ignored the jelousy that came upon him. He would love to have family like Jordan had. He knew that to start that kind of thinking would distract him from what he had to do, so he changed the subject.
"What are you doing here?"
Jordan hit send and closed the laptop, leaning back in his chair to look up at Henry. "When I heard they had Christina here I volunteered to guard her." His eyes turned cold and hard. "I want that bitch to finally get what she deserves."
Henry wasn't surprised by Jordan's anger, Christina had done a terrible thing to the man. In 1906 Jordan was living in San Francisco. He had been visiting with his latest mistress when the big quake hit and the house had fallen down around him, trapping him under tons of wood and brick. Both legs were crushed and he was bleeding from numerous cuts. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't free himself. He had lain there for several hours, hearing people yelling and crying, smelling smoke from the fires that broke out around him. Through pain filled eyes he looked up and saw Christina standing near him, her face smudged with dirt and soot, her dress torn. Although they had never met, Jordan knew she was a vampire, he felt it. He knew she was strong enough to extract him from the rubble. He had held out one bloody hand to her. "Help me, please." He whispered.
Christina had just looked at him, not moving, not saying a word. Before Jordan's stunned eyes she turned and walked away, leaving him there. It was two days later that his brothers had found him. For an immortal it was the closest to death he had ever come.
Jordan tilted his head to one side, looking closely at Henry. "I hope you are prepared to do the right thing. You would do the world a favor by getting rid of her."
Henry tightened his grip on the folder as Jordan repeated what Vicki had said to him earlier. It seemed he was the only one who considered that she may be innocent. "If she's guilty, then she will pay for it." He tried to sound convincing.
Jordan stared at him for a moment before he nodded his head. "If you say so." He stood, stretching to his 6'5" length and reached in his pocket for the door key. He inserted it in the lock and punched in the code, a click signaled the door's opening. Henry moved forward but Jordan put one hand on his chest to stop him.
"Just make sure you're thinking with the right head." He tapped Henry's forehead as if he didn't know what he meant. "Don't fall for her lies." He moved back to the chair, watching Henry push open the door and enter the cell.
He braced himself as he walked into the room and Jordan pulled the door closed behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a blur of black hair before he was grabbed around the waist, soft lips pressed to his.
Henry felt his lips moving, responding. Just as his arms were reaching for her he remembered why he was there. Putting his hands on her shoulders he pushed her away.
He looked down at her beatiful face. "Please keep your hands, lips and everything else to yourself." He tossed the file on the small table behind her, along with two chairs and a cot they were the only furniture. A small bathroom was off to one side. Not the nice surroundings that Christina was used to.
Christina stood still as Henry pulled out a chair and opened the file. When she continued to remain motionless he pointed to the other chair. "Sit down." His tone letting her know she better do as he said.
A small smile on her face, she sat, hands folded on the tabletop. "When Augustus told me you were going to judge me I thought everything would be alright." A small film of tears appeared in her dark eyes. "But you think I'm guilty, don't you?"
Henry kept his eyes on the folder so he wouldn't see her cry, she knew he had always melted at her tears. "That's what I'm going to find out." He flipped through the file until he found the photographs in the back. He pulled one out and put it on the table in front of her. It was a picture of a small young man, maybe 21 or 22, red hair and freckels. "Tell me about Ricky Howell."
She only briefly looked at the picture before looking back at him. "I don't know him."
Henry narrowed his eyes. "Well Ricky seems to know you. He talked, quite a bit, about how you tricked him into summoning a demon. He had no idea that he was a summoner. But you did, didn't you?"
Christina smiled. "Is that what he told you?"
Henry leaned back in his chair. "No. It seems that Ricky has disappeared. No one can find him."
"That's too bad." She brushed her hair behind her ears. "It looks like his word against mine."
Henry decided to move on, pulling out another picture and putting it next to Ricky's. This one of a handsome blond man in his thirties. "Do you know this man?"
Again she only glanced at the photo. "I would remember him. He's very handsome."
Henry felt in his gut that she was lying. "This is Nikos." Another photo was put on the table, this one of a grotesque demon. Dark skin that was lumpy, sharp horns coming from the large head, and blood red eyes. "This is Nikos in his demon form."
Christina pushed the picture back. "Well he's not so cute anymore." She leaned forward, her breasts pushing against the table. "Why would I summon a demon?"
"Because you are very smart. Unless he is summoned, by a summoner, Nikos is stuck in the underworld. If he is released he will kill any one you want." He paused. "In other words he's a demonic hitman." Henry also leaned forward toward her, looking in her eyes. "And he's still loose out there."
Christina laughed. "Why would I need a demon to kill for me Henry? I can do that myself."
"Like I said, you are very smart. You don't want the killings linked to you." He pulled out three more photos, placing them side by side. All were young women between 18 and 24. "Nikos killed these women because you told him too." He pointed to the pictures. "I'll find out how you know these women. And I'll find out why you wanted them dead."
Christina calmly sat back, crossing her legs. "You'll be wasting your time, but go ahead. I had nothing to do with this."
Feeling anger well up inside him he put the last picture down hard on the table. For the first time since he entered the room Christina reacted. She swallowed and looked away. It was a picture of a chubby baby girl in a pink frilly dress.
Henry watched her for anymore signs of guilt. "This is Amanda Davis, six months old. Her mother," he pushed forward one of the pictures of a pretty woman with long brown hair, "was killed by Nikos a week ago. Amanda hasn't been seen since. There is no trace of her." Henry's voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you know what Nikos likes to eat for a snack? Small children. What do you think happened to Amanda?"
Christina's look was pleading. "Henry you have to believe me, I didn't do this. I would never hurt a child. You know that. You know me."
Henry stood and put the pictures back in the file. He stopped beside her chair, leaning toward her. "If I find out that these women died because of you, that that baby died because of you, I will put the stake in your heart myself." He walked to the door pounding on it for Jordan to unlock the door.
From behind him Christina called, "You said you would never kill me."
The door opened. Without turning around Henry answered her. "I lied."
tbc
March 10, 1536
St. James Palace, England
Henry Fitzroy, Earl of Nottingham, Duke of Richmond and Somerset, slid deeper into the large tub that sat beside a huge fireplace. He closed his eyes and listened to the flames crackling in the hearth, heard the chamber maid walking around the room. He was tired, his body sore from long hours on horseback. He had pushed his stallion hard to get back today. To get back to Christina.
From behind closed eyes he could see a shadow fall over him, the maid stopping beside the tub. He heard the splash, felt heat surround his body, as she poured more hot water. It felt like heaven, and Henry let out a contented sigh.
"Do you require any assistance in bathing My Lord?" asked the maid.
Henry cracked open his eyes to look at her. She was around his own age, maybe 15 or 16, blonde and pretty. He saw her eyes looking through the water at his naked body. If she had jumped in the tub with him she couldn't have been any clearer. She was letting him know that she would do more than wash him if he wanted.
Henry smiled at her. A year ago he would have taken her up on her unspoken invitation. He had bedded more than his share of the servants here and at Whitehall Palace, but that was before Christina came into his life. Henry had vowed to stay true to her, no matter what. He turned his head in the girl's direction. "Not tonight lass. I plan to wash and then retire to my bed. Alone." He stressed to her. The maid looked so heartbroken that Henry felt sorry for her. "Are the merchants still outside the palace gates?" A small group of them had shown up to sell their goods. Everything from fresh fruit and bread to jewerly and cloth.
Her blonde curls bobbed as she nodded her head. "Yes My Lord."
Henry reached for the small silk purse beside the tub, removing two coins and pressed them into her hand. "Go buy yourself a trinket, love."
She clutched the money tight in her fist as if afraid he would take it back and smiled widely at the gift. "Thank you My Lord." She curtsied and quickly left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
One week. He had been away from his love for one week. Henry still didn't believe what his father had told him, that the message he needed delivered was too important to be handled by a courier. He had ordered Henry to go, and nothing had changed his mind. Henry knew deep in his gut that he had really wanted to separate him from Christina, not liking how much time they spent together.
When Henry had begun the affair his father encouraged it. He had slapped his son heartily on the back, a grin on his face. "There is nothing better than a pretty widow with whom to have a tumble." He leaned low to whisper in his son's ear. "Just make sure you don't put a babe in the wench's belly. Not everyone is tolerant of children born out of wedlock."
As if Henry needed to be told that. The people in the court were kind to him and respectful, but Henry saw the looks behind his back and heard the whispers about him. The only reason no one had come out and called him a bastard was that they knew if his father got his way then he would one day be their King. For a long time now his father had fought with Parliament to get him recognized as his heir. There wasn't much doubt that the king would be successful. All knew that upon his father's death he would take the throne.
Henry smiled to himself. They would have to find someone else to rule England because Henry had other plans. He was going to be with Christina, for all eternity. For months now he had begged Christina to run away with him, to turn him. She had been reluctant, thinking he was too young, too important. Then before he had left on this trip he had asked again. This time she told him to think about it while he was gone, make sure it was what he wanted. Henry didn't have to think about it. He wanted Christina and he would have her.
A clock chimed the hour, Christina would be here as soon as the sun set. Grabbing a cloth and soap Henry washed the sweat and horse smell from his skin. When he finished ,the water was still hot and he leaned back and closed his eyes again, planning to rest for just a moment.
The next thing Henry knew, he awoke to soft lips on his face, moving from his forehead, nose and cheeks to come to rest on his mouth. Henry deepened the kiss, his tongue finding entrance and he inhaled the sweet scent of the soft hair near him.
Christina pulled back a smile on her face as she knelt by the tub. "I thought you would be excited to see me after a week and here I find you asleep."
Henry ran one wet hand over her dark curls. "Sorry love, I only meant to close my eyes for a moment." He smiled up at her. "But now I'm well rested for the night ahead."
Christina returned his smile, and stood, holding a towel out for him. Henry rose from the now cold water that dripped down his lean body. Christina, as she always did, ran her eyes over him from head to toe and Henry's body reacted as it always did around her, his cock growing long, hard and thick. Holding her eyes he stepped from the tub and stood still for her to dry him.
Christina ran the cloth over his long curls, rubbing briskly. Then she lightly ran the towel over his chest, back, arms and legs, water still ran down his skin. Christina was on her knees drying his feet when she tossed the towel aside. She used her mouth to lick the water from his skin, tongue running up his strong thighs, sipping here and there. Henry's breath caught in his throat as she neared the part of him that ached for her.
Much like a cat, Christina lapped at the wettness around his cock, tongue swirling around the thick ruby head before opening her mouth to suck his flesh strongly into her mouth. His hips arched, shoving himself deeper in her throat, a groan emerging from him. She applied a strong suction, head moving back and forth, one hand following the movement, gripping his flesh and adding to the pleasure.
Henry, hands in her hair, guided her movements for a time, moving her head faster, deeper, his own head thrown back, breath coming as fast as his heartbeat. When he felt his climax upon him he pulled away, grabbed Christina under her arms to bring her to her feet. Her red lips were wet and slightly swollen as she licked the taste of him on her mouth.
Henry led her to the bed. He planned to throw her on the bed and fuck her until he couldn't move. But Christina took over, shoving him on the soft mattress and climbing on top of him, her mouth moving to his for a passionate kiss. She kissed him slowly, taking her time and Henry felt the pressure building in him and lifted his hips. Finally Christina gave him what he wanted and impaled herself on him.
Both cried out, necks arched. Christina braced her hands on his chest, moving slowly at first then gaining speed. Henry's hips snapped up in time with hers. Faster, deeper, each time his cock slid farther into her wet flesh. Each were gasping, feeling their muscles tense.
Just when his orgasm was near, Christina leaned forward, her eyes black, teeth extended. Henry turned his head to the side, and she licked the skin behind his ear once before puncturing it and drinking deeply. Henry grabbed her hard, one hand holding her head to his neck, the other on her hip as she rode him to a mind blowing climax, his cum flooding her body. He felt her own body erupt, her slick muscles gripping his cock in soft spasms.
Neither moved for several minutes, Henry still inside her. Finally he put one hand under her chin to raise her eyes to his. "Turn me Christina. Turn me and we can have this every night."
She brushed a curl from his cheek. "You have thought carefully about this? You know what you're giving up?"
He nodded his head. "I know. I also know I love you and I want to be with you forever."
She gave him a sad smile. "I keep telling you forever isn't possible. After your training, when you can survive on your own, then the vampire territoralism will take over. You will go from loving me to hating me. You may even kill me one day."
"No I won't. I could never hurt you. Not in any way." He saw the indecision on her face. "Please, I won't let that happen. We can fight it."
She seemed to think for a moment then nodded her head in agreement. "Alright." Henry smiled, reaching out to kiss her but she pulled back. "But not tonight." He frowned at her. "It would be best if people didn't wonder about your death, it should be something they expect to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll start feeding from you more often, drinking deeper each time. You will get pale, weak, all will think you are ill. After several weeks you will die and no one will question it, thinking you died of consumption."
"Several weeks?" He yelled.
Christina just smiled, her hips again moving on him. "Trust me."
And that was what they did. Christina fed more from him, drinking his blood then feeding again before his body could replace the loss. As she predicted, he got pale, weak, even passing out one night at dinner with his father. His father was a fanatic about health to begin with and brought in doctors from all over England. None saw the small wounds over his body, Christina picking spots where she knew they wouldn't look.
On June 18, just three days after his 17th birthday, Christina sat on the bed beside him. They had picked this night because his father was in meetings and would not interupt them. She pressed a small dagger in his hand.
"This is your last chance to change your mind."
Henry gave her a small smile, all he could manage. "I'm ready. I'm ready to get out of this bed and be with you." Christina looked uncertain. "Stop being so worried my love. I promise it will be all right. I'll never turn against you. I know it. Stop thinking that I'll kill you one day, I won't. Ever."
Christina had tears in her eyes as she flipped back the sheet covering his naked body. Her head leaned toward his groin. If he had been stronger his body would have reacted but he was too weak with blood loss. She punctured the flesh high on his thigh, taking a few mouthfulls of blood before extending her arm to him. With the last of his strength he grabbed her wrist in his left hand, dagger in his right. He cut deeply on the pale flesh and brought the wound to his mouth.
He drank in her blood, loving the salty taste of her. Slowly he grew weaker, his mouth unable to suck, and he just held the arm letting the blood drip down his throat. His last thought was that he would love this woman forever.
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Present Day
Henry sat in his Jag outside the large house where Christina was being held. He shook off the memories that ran though his mind. He felt a real pain in his chest, a hurt that he had lived with for almost five hundred years. He thought about all the times he had told her he would never kill her. Now, he just might. Sitting in the dark confines of the car Henry prayed for strengh.
- Mood: complacent
Henry sat in the chair across from Vicki's desk, watching the emotions on her face as she read the thick file that Augustus had given him. She didn't comment as she read, the only sound heard were pages turning. Finally Vicki put the papers down and one hand removed the glasses from her face while the other rubbed the bridge of her nose.
She let out a deep breath. "Well Augustus and his buddies thought this out." She picked up one piece of paper, eyes re-scanning it. "They have a remote house set up to hold prisioners and hearings, along with guards 24 hours a day." She read some more. "It seems to be very much like our legal system. Christina will be allowed someone to defend her, and if that person is a human then the human must first be approved." She looked at Henry with one brow raised in question.
Henry shrugged his shoulders. "Most law school classes are during the day. It might be hard to find a vampire lawyer."
"Vampire lawyer." She smiled. "Insert joke here." She shook her head ,reading again. "The difference is you are the prosecution and the judge. And you have only three verdicts you can deliver. Not guilty, guilty and sentenced to prison, or death. Wow, that gives a whole new meaning to life in prison." She tossed the paper back on the desk. "Well it seems clear what you have to do."
Henry frowned. It wasn't clear to him at all. "And what would that be?"
"Sentence her to death and get her out of your life once and for all," she said casually.
Henry was more than a little surprised. Vicki believed in justice but only if it was deserved. "What if she's innocent?"
Vicki's eyes widened. "Innocent? This is Christina right? The same woman who tried to kill you, how many times? Tried to kill me? Who did kill a model that she dumped on your doorstep. That Christina?"
"She isn't charged with that. I can only judge her on what's in that file." Henry narrowed his eyes. "I remember you and Mike thinking she killed the two models in the studio, and she didn't. It was Alexander. I have to consider that she may not have done it."
Vicki looked hard at him, her body tense and rigid. "So you really think you can be objective?" She let out a small laugh. "I'll believe that when I see it. You can't even say her name without getting that far off look in your eyes, like you can't stop yourself from remembering loving her."
"You mean the same look you get when you talk about Mike?" Henry couldn't stop himself from saying.
Vicki visibly tried to hold her anger in check, but it showed in her voice, louder and deeper. "Mike never tried to kill me."
"Too bad I can't say the same about the detective." A deep sigh came from Henry's chest. "I need your help Vicki. I'll even pay you."
Vicki stood up from her chair, pacing between the window and desk. "It isn't a matter of money Henry." She stopped beside his chair, her voice just above a whisper. "I don't want to see you hurt. Again."
Henry smiled, reaching out to hold her hand. "That's another reason I need you. You won't let me close my eyes to the truth. No matter what it is."
Vicki looked at their combined hands. "If she did what she's been accused of, then you can only pass one sentence." Her eyes snapped to his. "Could you order her death?"
Henry swallowed hard and looked her in the eye. "Yes."
Vicki looked as if she didn't really believe that but decided to let it drop. She stepped back forcing Henry to drop her hand. "Alright, I'll help you." She pointed one finger at him. "But if I have to deal with Christina then you'll pay double my normal fee."
Henry laughed. "No problem. So where do we start?"
Vicki walked behind her desk, putting the papers back in the file. "I'll grab Coreen and check out the house Christina's been living in. Not that I think we'll find anything."
"And what should I do?"
Vicki handed the file to him, her look grim. "You do the first thing any detective does." Henry raised one brow. "You have to question the suspect. You need to hear what Christina has to say."
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Vicki grabbed the phone on her desk when she was sure that Henry was gone. She absently dialed a familiar number. After four rings and no answer she cursed under her breath, waiting for the beep to leave her message.
"Mike? It's Vicki. I need you to check out a few homicides for me." She paused, not wanting to go into too much detail on the phone. "Call me back as soon as you get this. It's important."
Hanging up, Vicki sat back in the chair, her mind racing. Could Henry really sentence to death a woman that he once loved? May very well still love? If he did order her death, then how would he handle it? Vicki wasn't sure he could live with that. Henry had strong morals. Even though he had taken many lives in his lifetime, he never killed just for the joy of it. Christina's death would be hard for him. His last link to his past would be gone.
Vicki heard Coreen enter the outer office, she jumped from her chair and grabbed her purse and flashlight.
Walking to the door, Vicki muttered under her breath. "I hope we both don't regret this Henry."
Coreen looked up from digging in her purse when Vicki walked in the room. She almost bounced with excitement. "So it's true? Henry is going to put Christina on trial?"
"It's true."
"Well this has soap opera writen all over it. How is he handling it?" She asked.
Vicki pushed a strand of hair out of her face, releasing a breath. "I don't really know. He says if Christina is guilty then he'll do what he has to."
Coreen frowned. "You don't believe that do you?"
Vicki started to walk toward the door. "Let's just say I want to believe it and leave it at that. We'll have to wait and see what he does. Now, let's go check out this house." She stopped at the door and turned to Coreen. "Is it strange that Christina has been only a hour away all this time?"
Coreen smiled. "Isn't strange our middle name?"
Vicki didn't answer, just walked out to Coreen's car hoping that disaster wasn't around the corner.
- Mood:
frustrated
Mike, still holding Nyla in his lap, watched the two women fighting. Vicki was holding her own and getting in a few good punches, but she had taken a few too. Her bottom lip was split, one eye was swelling shut, and a bruise was already showing on her jaw.
She spun away as Lorelei tried to put a elbow in her stomach, turning to kick Lorelei hard in the ribs and sent her flying across the room.
Mike turned to Henry, who also watched with amazement at how well Vicki was doing. "Can't you do something?"
Henry looked at Mike like he was not very bright. "What do you want me to do, detective? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not that strong here. I couldn't even break the chains she had on us. Besides, do you really think Vicki would let me help?"
Nyla reached out with one hand and put it on Mike's chest, taking short breaths, she spoke slowly, "Don't worry. Help should be here soon, Michael."
Mike frowned down at her. "What do you mean? What help?"
Before Nyla could answer Vicki let out a loud grunt, Lorelei had a handful of Vicki's blonde hair and was pulling hard. "Some warrior princess you are." Vicki said between gritted teeth. "You fight like a girl." Vicki planted her elbow hard in Lorelei's stomach. Lorelei let go of her hold, and while she was bent over, Vicki raised one knee, hitting Lorelei under her chin. The sound of her teeth clanging together echoed in the room.
Mike watched, not sure what to do. He wanted to help Vicki, but he needed to get Nyla help as well. He took a deep breath and turned to Henry, standing with Nyla in his arms. "You stay and help Vicki, I'm going to see if I can find someone to help Nyla."
Mike had barely finished speaking when a bright light filled the room, the glare forcing all of their eyes closed. When they all opened them, they saw Freya and a huge man standing where the light had been. He stood close to seven feet in height, with wide shoulders and bulging muscles that covered his body. He was handsome, long jet black hair pulled into a ponytail, with a small goatee and glowing green eyes. He could only be one person. Odin.
Lorelei looked at him, and for the first time showing fear, she took a step back as if to flee. Odin raised one hand and Lorelei was lifted from the floor, flying into the wall to hang suspended by unseen forces. She struggled but it was no use. Odin slowly walked to her, getting so close his nose almost touched hers. Between clenched teeth he spoke, his voice deep with a hint of accent. "Did you think I wouldn't find you Lorelei? I wouldn't find out what you've done?"
Lorelei swallowed. Forgive me Odin. Please. I won't do it again. I swear."
"You escaped from the cell I put you in and you ask for mercy?" He shook his head. "You have defied me, your Queen and you've exposed all of us to humans. I'm not going to let you cause anymore trouble. I was kind last time letting you live. I'm not feeling very kind this time."
Lorelei opened her mouth to plead with him, but Odin didn't want to hear it. With a flick of his hand Lorelei burst into flames, her screams echoing in the small room. Odin, arms crossed, just watched until her body dissappeared.
Nyla, seeing her sister die, cried out, turning her face into Mike's chest. Mike looked at Odin who walked over, standing in front of them, looking at Nyla in his arms. Mike tightened his hold on her. "What are you going to do to Nyla? She didn't do anything wrong. She tried to help us."
"I'm aware of everything Nyla did." He said something in a strange language and Nyla's wounds healed, as did Vicki's. Vicki and Henry stood beside Mike, waiting to see what Odin would do next.
Nyla held tightly to Mike for one more second. "Put me down Michael." Not wanting to, Mike put her gently on her feet. Nyla took a deep breath and faced her King. "I'm ready for my punishment my Lord." She stood straight, shoulders back, looking Odin in the eye.
Odin titled his head to one side. "You know I could kill you too."
Mike, Vicki and Henry all called out, "No!"
Odin held out his hand to silence them. He continued to look at Nyla, a frown on his face. "You sheltered your sister, and you helped to hide her from me. Do you think I should forget that?"
"No my Lord, I don't expect you to forget it. If you feel death should be my punishment then I'm ready."
For several tense seconds all was silent, everyone holding their breath, waiting. Odin looked behind him at Freya, who nodded her head at him. He turned back to Nyla. "My wife has asked that your life be spared. Even though you broke ours laws in helping your sister, you did try to save the humans and you did inform me about what was happening. For that, you get to live."
Everyone let out their held breath, relief on their faces. But Odin wasn't done. "But you must still be punished. I'm stripping you of your powers. You are now a human woman and will live with them, never to return here."
Shock was on Nyla's face, whether from being allowed to live or losing her powers was unclear. Before anyone could say anything, Odin again raised his arm, bright light hitting them in their eyes. When they opened their eyes again they found themselves back in Vicki's office. Mike and Henry's clothes appeared on them and Nyla was dressed in jeans and a t shirt. They didn't move for a moment, all of them stunned by what had happened and relieved that it was over.
Nyla turned to Mike, tears in her eyes. "I don't know how to be human. What am I going to do?"
Mike put his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry Nyla, we'll all help you." He looked to Vicki and Henry. "I'm going to take Nyla home with me. Tomorrow we can figure out the best way to deal with this." Gently guiding her, Mike left the office with Nyla, closing the door behind him.
Henry turned to Vicki with a smile on his face. "I think romance is in the air."
Vicki, frowning at the closed door, didn't seem to like that idea. "It looks that way." Shaking off the jealousy she turned to Henry and wrapped her arms around him. "So you really didn't sleep with Lorelei?"
"I really didn't." He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. "There is only one woman I want in my bed."
Vicki smiled. "That sounds good to me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She pulled away, running one finger over Henry's lips. "Looks like romance for us as well."
Henry picked her up in his arms and headed for the bathroom. "How does a hot bubble bath sound?"
Vicki put her head on his shoulder. "Like heaven."
THE END.
- Mood:
accomplished
- Mood: rushed
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Henry Fitzroy walked the aisles of the bookstore, blue eyes looking not at the literature on the shelves, but at the few remaining women in the store. He had been in Alabama for three days on a book signing tour. This was his last stop before returning to Toronto. He had finished the signing a hour before, work was finished, now it was time to play.
He had hoped to find someone to have some fun with, but none of the women appealed to him. Taking a deep breath he moved to the door, maybe he would have some luck somewhere else. He had only gone a few feet when voice reached him. The voice was low, but with his vampire hearing it was as clear as if she was standing next to him. The feminine voice had a hint of southern accent, but that wasn't what drew him closer. It was the irritation he heard, the frustration that pulled him around the corner to find her.
"Are you kidding me? How many times have I told you about plot holes?"
He walked to the area that held a small cafe, sitting at one of the tables was the owner of the voice. Blonde hair fell to her shoulders, strands falling in her face as she bent over the laptop in front of her. He moved closer to try and see her face. He saw it was heart shaped, the chin holding a bit of stubbornness. Eyes that looked both blue and green, depending on the light, squinted behind small glasses perched on her nose. As he watched she absently pushed the glasses higher on her face, her muttering getting a little louder.
"Doesn't your keyboard have a comma button?" She said to the computer, fingers flying across the keys. "That should be capitalized." She read for moment, then began shaking her head. "I don't even know what that is, we'll just get rid of that." Eyes still on the monitor, she blew a strand of hair out of her face. "This is just how I wanted to spend my birthday. Alone, editing bad fanfiction. Happy birthday to me."
Henry felt a smile on his face. It was her birthday was it? He looked at the soft curves of her body, knowing what present he would like to give her. He walked to the counter and placed a order, when the clerk handed it to him he approached the woman's chair from behind. He stopped and extended one hand in front of her, in his long fingers he held a chocolate cupcake. "Happy birthday." he said.
The woman jumped in surprise, one hand flying to her chest. Her eyes looked at the pastry for a moment before turning to look behind her. Her breath caught in her throat, her racing heart had nothing to do with being startled. She looked at Henry from head to toe, a pink tongue peeked out to moisten full lips.
She shook her head as if in a daze. "What?"
Henry smiled, placing the cupcake on the table, he pulled out the chair next to her. "I said happy birthday. I heard you talking to yourself. You should have a cupcake to celebrate." He tilted his head to the side. "You look like a chocolate kind of girl."
Henry could see the hunger in her, and it had nothing to do with the cupcake. She eyed him with caution, not used to strangers approaching her. "Thank you, that is very kind. Chocolate is my favorite."
"I'm Henry." He saw her fidget in her seat, knew she wanted to bolt. "I'll just call you Beauty."
She laughed. "Well I give you credit for being original Henry." Her eyes looked behind him at a clock on the wall. "Oh damn, I'm going to miss the bus." She shut down the computer and began putting items in a large bookbag. She struggled to hold the compter case, purse and bookbag at the same time. "They better have my car fixed tomorrow." She turned to Henry. "It was nice meeting you." She said rapidly, walking to the door.
Henry moved in front of her to hold the door. "Let me help you carry that." He took the bookbag out of her hands and turned toward the street with her. He heard a small sound escape from her. "Damn it. Wouldn't you know it would be early tonight." She said as she watched the bus moving down the street.
Henry saw his opportunity. "I can drive you home." He saw the indecision on her face. "I'm harmless, I swear." A smile tilted one side of his mouth, a dimple appearing in the cheek. "Most of the time."
She looked down at the clothes she had worn to work. The snug skirt and high heels wouldn't be great to walk home in. Taking a deep breath she turned to him. "That would be great. If your sure it isn't a problem."
Putting one hand on the small of her back, he guided her to his car. "It would be a pleasure."
She gave him directions to a small subdivision, her house at the corner of one tree lined street. She gathered her belongings while Henry came to her side of the car and opened the door for her. He grabbed the computer case from her. "I'll help you get this inside."
Once again he saw her hesitate, but she just nodded her head and opened the door to her house. She turned on lights as she entered, moving to a dining room where she placed her bags. Henry put the case on the smooth surface, he turned to speak to her when something tangled around his feet. He moved forward, his arms going around the slender body in front of him. A loud screech was heard.
She turned her head to see a flash of fur run past them. "Molly!" She put her hands on Henry's chest and pulled slightly away. "Sorry about that. My cat is a little crazy. I think she's autistic."
"Don't apologize. Molly did me a favor." He pulled her flush against his hard body. "I was trying to find a way to get you in my arms." His head then bent toward her mouth, soft kisses brushed her lips. He moved his lips over hers, coaxing them apart. His tongue slid inside her mouth, dancing with her own, curling and tasting. Henry groaned deep in his chest and pulled her lower body to his, his hips moving up and down against the part of her that was wet and aching.
When she heard the sound from him she pulled back, ready to call a stop to things. Henry put one finger on her mouth. "Don't say no Beauty." He pushed the hair back from her face. "I have a feeling you always do what you should, what other people expect." He leaned toward her neck, inhaling the scent of her, teeth pulling gently at the skin. "For once why don't you do what you want. It will be a birthday you will never forget. I promise."
She looked deep into his eyes and made her decision. Her hands went to his shirt, she took her time with each button, then tossed the shirt to the floor. Henry then looked at the wall beside the table where they stood. From floor to ceiling was a large mirror. He gave her a sexy smile. "This has some possibilities." She watched as he removed his pants, showing her a large penis that was more than ready for her.
He turned her to face the mirror, his eyes on hers in the smooth glass. He removed her blouse and skirt, fingers lingering over her skin, leaving her tingling all over. She reached behind her and put one hand in the curls on his head as he pulled her round bottom closer to run his cock up and down the cleft. Her eyes closed, her breath rapid with her rising desire.
"Open your eyes Beauty. Look at us." He whispered. Her eyes opened to see his hands run across her breasts, fingers pulling on the stiff centers. Then they traveled slowly down her body to the blonde curls between her her legs. She spread her legs to give him room, fingers combed through the hair to find a very wet clit. Coating his fingers with her juices he inserted one finger and then two. Back and forth he rubbed her. He felt her muscles tence, the soft flesh gripped his fingers hard for several seconds and then began to tremble. She cried out, she hands going behind her to the table to hold on.
"That was very nice Beauty. But not enough." He then turned to the table and pushed aside one chair, lifting her on the top he knelt in front of her spread legs. Against her skin he told her, "Keep watching the mirror."
She watched in the mirror as his head moved and his tongue came out to lap at the wettness he had coaxed from her. Her hands again moved through his curls, pushing his face closer to her, wanting his tongue deeper inside her. The combination of feeling what he was doing and seeing it was the hottest thing she had ever exprienced. His tongue moved with expertise, flicking quickly over her clit and then sucking the flesh deep in his mouth. Head thrown back she came again, this time even more intense. "Henry!"
While she continued to tremble he climbed on the table, pushing her to lay back, moving between her legs. He kissed her once, letting her taste herself, then he turned her head again to the mirror. As she watched his hips flexed and he drove deep inside her. "Oh God!" She cried at the hard flesh that invaded her body. Her neck arched, she began to move in time with him. He pounded her hard, going deeper each time. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, his cock hitting her womb fast and hard. In and out. Faster. Deeper. She tried to hold off the orgasm she felt, not wanting it to end. Henry whispered in her ear. "Let go Beauty. We have all night." Then she felt a shrpe pain in her neck, her body eruped, pleasure unlike any she felt before ripped though her body. In her dazed state she flet him swell, heard him grunt as he came, his cum shooting hot inside her.
For long minutes they didn't move, each trying to recover. Then he picked her up and walked through the house to her bedroom. He didn't bother with the light, just pulled back the sheets and placed her on the bed, joining her and holding her close.
The next morning she awoke alone. Her body sore in a nice way. Henry had made love to her several times, never seeming to tire. Her last memory was of him kissing her brow and telling her to get some sleep. She knew she would never see him again, that he was just passing through her life. And that was for the best, she had a feeling Henry could break her heart. And that was the last thing she wanted.
She was just getting out of the bed when she looked on her night stand. There was the chocolate cupcake and a note. It read...
She smiled and grabbed the cupcake, licking the icing off her finger. "I'll never forget you either Henry."
The End.
- Mood:
geeky
Vicki knelt on the floor beside the woman, one side of her face swollen, blood dripping from her mouth as a large cut on her forehead oozed. From the ragged sound of her breathing, Vicki knew she had some broken ribs as well. She found a tissue in her pocket and pressed it to the gaping wound. "Where is she, Nyla?"
Nyla didn't answer, but she turned her head toward the two men. With the last of her strength she raised one hand toward them, the chains fell away and black silk shorts appeared on their bodies.
Mike ran to her, gently pulling Nyla's head in his lap. He pushed the bloodstained hair away from her face. "Take short breaths," he told her, then looked up at Vicki. "We need to get her out of here. Now."
Vicki and Henry couldn't take their eyes off of Mike, watching the tenderness of his touch, the concern in his voice. Vicki heard Henry whisper, "Interesting."
Vicki pushed aside the jealousy that ran through her. She'd deal with that particular issue later. "How do you suggest we do that Mike? Nyla is the one who brought us here, and I don't think she's up to taking us home right now."
Henry ran one hand over his face. "Even if we got home, Lorelei could just come get us and bring us back." He looked at the door that led to the hallway. "We need to get out of the house. Lorelei is in hiding here, but she can't let anyone know we're here. If we can find Freya or Odin they can get us home and take care of Lorelei at the same time."
Mike gently gathered Nyla in his arms and stood up. "Fine. Let's go then." He moved to the door only to stop suddenly. "Oh shit!"
There in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, was Lorelei. "You didn't really think you could just walk out of the house, did you? You don't know much about Valkyries, do you Michael?"
Mike glared at her, his teeth clenched tight. "It's over Lorelei. Just give it up and let us go."
Lorelei threw her head back and laughed. "You really don't understand, do you? If we want something we take it and we never let go." Her eyes dropped to Nyla's limp body in Mike's arms. "And we punish those who betray us, don't we little sister?"
Vicki stepped to the taller woman, asp at the ready. "Not this time Lorelei. Mike and Henry belong to me and I don't give up what belongs to me, EVER. You want them, you'll have to go through me and I don't go down easy."
A small smile appeared on Lorelei's face. "I was hoping you'd feel that way." She took one step into the room, eyes looking up and down Vicki's tense body. "You are in Folkvang now, so you must abide by Valkyrie law. If two Valkyries each want the same thing, then by our laws, they must fight for it."
"Vicki, don't trust her. She's twice as strong as you are and she knows magic." Henry said quietly. "I'm not sure you can win against her."
Lorelei didn't take her eyes from Vicki. "Neither magic nor weapons are allowed in this battle." Her eyes dropped to the asp Vicki held. "It's hand to hand." She smiled again. "Think you can take me, Ms. Nelson?"
Nyla held out a blood covered hand. "Vicki, no," she whispered. "You don't know everything."
Vicki, mind racing, thought about her options. She just might kick my ass. She's bigger and stronger, but, a smile started to form on her face, I'M SMARTER. There was really only one choice. She put the asp in her back pocket, took off her jacket. "Let's do it."
"No!" Nyla cried.
Lorelei walked toward Vicki. "You really should have waited to hear everything before you agreed. You see, when Valkyries fight," her hand went to Vicki's throat, lifting her from the ground. "we fight to the death." Vicki was thrown through the air, hitting the wall. She slid to the floor, and shook her head to clear it. "Ow."
Vicki slowly got to her feet and tossed her glasses aside. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
- Mood: blah
She gently pushed Nyla toward the stairs. "Let's go see if we can find him." The two women walked down the staircase to the bottom floor, seeing numerous rooms all around them.
Vicki took a deep breath and threw her shoulders back, determination coloring her face. She pointed to the right. "You go in that direction and I'll go this way," she nodded to the left. Before Nyla walked away she touched her arm. "Try not to disappear on me too."
Nyla smiled. "I'll do my best."
Asp extended and held at her side, Vicki began searching all the rooms, thinking Just 100+rooms. No problem. Search that many all the time. She began to think she would never find them when she came to the last room at the end of the long hallway.
Vicki entered quietly and slowly, ready for any surprise. When she looked past the door into the room, she indeed got a surprise. Her feet stopped moving and her breath caught in her throat.
"Oh my," she whispered under her breath. There against the wall, were the two men in her life, both extremely naked. Her eyes moved over each perfect body. Seeing them side by side she could see how different the two were.
One had hair that was light, the color of sunshine, the other had hair as dark as midnight. One had the body of a mature man, muscles filled out and firm, the other, the body of a young man in his early twenties, just entering the prime years of manhood, muscles strong under the smooth skin.
Even the expressions on their faces were different. One was embarrassed and frustrated and more than a little ticked off. The other was amused, one corner of his soft lips turned up in a half smile.
Day and night.
Beer and champagne.
Frick and frack. How could she feel so much love for two men who were nothing alike?
Vicki felt her heart begin to race, her body responding to the men in front of her, in spite of the circumstances. It was as if one of her secret fantasies had just sprung to life, but she knew it wasn't the time and definitely wasn't the place, although those chains were tempting.
The grin on Henry's face grew wider, and Vicki knew he was aware of her reaction. She tried to tamp it down and put a frown on her face.
Vicki crossed her arms over her chest. "Well if it isn't Dumb and Dumber."
Mike frowned at her. "Which of us is dumber?"
Henry smiled at him. "That would be you, detective." He pointed at the other man as best he could, considering he was chained, "I found Mike." For a writer, he sure could state the obvious.
"So I see." She shook her head, making small noises. "I can't leave you two alone for a minute without you getting into trouble. I should leave you like this, at least that way I'll know where you're at." She couldn't resist, "And what you're up to."
Henry gave her his killer smile. "Or you could take off your clothes and join us." The twinkle in his eyes said that he knew she had secretly thought about doing just that. She knew he could smell it.
Mike leaned forward as far as he could. "Vicki, if you ever cared for me at all you'll get me out of here." He looked down at his body. "And some clothes would be nice too."
Vicki felt torn between laughter, anger and, if she was honest with herself, desire. Knowing they really couldn't linger, though, she pulled the lock pick kit out of her back pocket.
She thought she heard a small pop and had taken only a couple of steps when she stumbled over something on the floor. Puzzled, she looked down to see what it was.
There on the floor was Nyla, bruised and bloody, she whispered one word, "Run."
- Mood:
drained
