Love Struck
As usual, no infringement is intended, just a bit of fun for a gloomy day. Thank you Tanya Huff for gracing us with these characters, I love them and promise not to hurt them before their return to your safe keeping.
NOTES: After the unrelenting drama of the last four episodes of our beloved Blood Ties, and A Child Shall Lead Them I had the irresistible urge write several pieces of fluff to combat the depression that will be setting in soon. This is one of them. I hope you like it.
Apparantly somebody should have been a little more specific
She sat alone in the back room of her little shop. The only light in the room, several candles scattered around and burning brightly. Anyone accidentally hearing her speak would have probably laughed. There's no such thing as magic they'd say, she's just like all the others, fakers.
They'd be wrong.
Take this blood
Offered freely and unbound
Bring its love to me,
From far and around
I give of myself to prove my worth
You may take this thyme
To place a Hold to his heart
Make him mine
So two make one and ne'er will part
She recited the spell with all the dramatic flourish that she gave her clients during a reading. Dark hair swirling around her as the wind gently began to blow, she saw the beautiful glowing mini-cloud rise from the large marble inlaid bowl, hover over it and then disperse into the air.
You will be all mine soon, Henry. NO one will stand between us. Not even her!
Famous last words.
"Please do NOT walk away when we're fighting, Henry." Vicki remained seated on the sofa, while Henry stood up then turned to face her.
"I will if I don't want to fight, Vicki! And I don't want to. It's not my fault that man threw himself at me. I didn't vamp him, and I wasn't hungry. He just thought I was……" Henry shrugged his shoulders, "cute". And grinned at Vicki in the way that drove her insane.
"OMG, is there no end to your superiority complex? You really are a walking sexual advance."
"You didn't seem to have a problem with that last night around 5:30 ".
"And I still don't, but Henry, we were in the middle of the street."
Neither saw the small cloud sliding under the door, reforming as made entrance. It rolled silently across the gleaming hard wood floors, searching for the person it's mistress had wanted touched. There!
"That, Vicki, is why there was nothing to worry about. Middle of the street, too public. If I was going "vamp him" as you put, it would've been in a nice cozy dark alley."
Vicki jumped up off the sofa, standing in front of Henry. "And that's anot-whoa!"
The near invisible cloud had hit Vicki full on in the back when she jumped up to speak, and the collision had knocked her breathless, pushing her into Henry's arms just before she fainted.
She slowly came back to an awareness of the world around her, opening her eyes, slowly. Barely able to see, she groped for her glasses until the firm hand of her favorite vampire guided her own hand. She picked them up, and put them on and the world came back into focus.
"Victoria?" The worry showed in his voice. "How are you feeling?"
She opened her eyes, looked at the face of the man with the beautiful, wavy hair and said, "I'm fine Henry. Thank you for asking."
Then she sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her, kissing his mouth with the wanton abandon that he had often fantasized about, but never expected to see. If he hadn't been a vampire, the shock would've killed him.
"Vicki! What are you doing?"
Maybe tbc, not sure.