My Fallen Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Blood Ties

Summary: Henry took her wrist and pressed his lips to her palm, "if I wasn't already a vampire, this would damn me without a question."

Death never took a holiday. Even though December 25th was only two days away, it still had to make a scene. It couldn't just let Santa and Rudolph have their 30 seconds of fame, death always had to be the center of attention.

Coreen silently watched the snow fall from the midnight sky and elegantly dance its way to the ground to find its permanent resting place. How beautiful to be a snowflake, so unique and special.

She decided to leave the curtains open tonight and walked into her bedroom and sat in front of her vanity where she gently took pins and clips out of her long brown hair. She debated to brush the tangles out but figured it would just get messy while she slept and quickly dismissed the idea. She walked over to her bed and blew out the two candles that had been illuminating her room and was swallowed into the darkness.

Henry watched Coreen stand in the candlelight, her heart beating slowly, her breathing deep and steady. The feelings and emotions that she stirred up inside of him were dangerous. He thought that he had put love behind him a long time ago. Her beauty, her laughter, her innocence, all of the things he wished were his, and would kill any other man who tried to take them.

She turned and left the window but he continued to stare. He could hear her light footsteps on her wooded floors and closed his eyes. He imagined himself waiting in her bed, watching her as she slept, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, feel her wrap her arms around him for security. He opened his eyes and watched as the candlelight disappeared. He knew that he should be getting back to his apartment; Vicki would be there any minute to discuss the new case she had gotten today, he turned his back and slowly walked into the night.

"Okay, what's up with you tonight? I don't think that

You have been listening to a word that I've said." Vicki crossed her arms and stared at him.

"I'm not ignoring you, I just have a lot on my mind right now."

"So important that you can't think about this case for two hours? You have all of eternity to think about your problems, but if I can't come up with some kind of evidence in the next 36 hours hours, a killer is going to walk free."

"You're a P.I., you don't deal with that kind of stuff Vicki." He smirked at her face.

"Okay you caught me, this isn't really my personal case, Mike needed some help on this one so I offered my brain and believe it or not, I have nothing." She looked annoyed.

" Ah yes, how are you and dear Mike doing these days?" He caught a pen that she threw at him and walked over to the table. "So what do we have tonight?" He rummaged through the file and found a picture.

"His name is Antonio Boyle. Has a record of small time crimes, robbing convenient stores, stealing cars, a couple B&E's, nothing deadly, then two weeks ago the police get an anonymous call that there's a drug deal going on outside Club Obsidian, police got there, two dead bodies and an eye witness that says it was Antonio. Then the eyewitness disappears yesterday morning and is found dead at her apartment. The trial is in 36 hours and with out the witness or evidence, he's gonna walk." She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

"So any way you look at it you're screwed." He looked at her and if she had a gun she probably would have shot him. "So what do you need me for?"

"I have no idea. The crime scene was cleared a week ago, the witness is dead and there is no more time. I think I just want to hear that I'm still smart and there was nothing I could have done."

"Well, you're right. It won't be your fault if he walks. Feel better?"

"No." She picked up the papers and put them back in the file and looked at him. "So what has you so worked up tonight?"

He smiled to himself, "snowflakes and candlelight."

TBC…