Hey guys, this is my next multi chaptered fic. It is in Henry's point of view. It is very loosely based on Blood Ties and there shouldn't be any spoilers but if some happen to come up, I will warn you. Anyway, this idea has been floating in my head for about six months and I wanted to finally put it on paper. I don't have a beta so I apologize for any errors. School is my first priority so I can't promise a consistent updating schedule. Hopefully it will ease up after christmas and I will try to update every couple of weeks but right now, don't expect too many updates unless I can squeeze time in to write. I hope you like it, feel free to give me any kind of feedback, i don't mind, good or bad as long as its constructive. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Blood Ties or its characters but if i did, heh heh, Henry would be "out of commission" ;p

Henry smiled as he added the finishing touches to the canvas. This one would sell millions.

The picture depicted the very image that was on Henry's bed at the moment. A nude woman that had obviously been pleasured thoroughly and was basking in her post-coital glow. Her dark hair flowed like water down her body to her waist and he painstakingly added detail to every curl. Her skin was flushed with a healthy pink and her lips were blood red and swollen. Her body was barely covered by the sheets and she wasn't the least bit self conscious. She had already given her body to him, he had explored every crevice of her and she knew that she would let him do it all over again. Henry loved painting women after his time with them. It was so simple to make the painting feel as though the spectator could see that very woman, lying in their own bed satisfied in a way she had never felt before. It was something Henry never tired of. He slowly mixed the colors until he had the perfect shade of green for her half lidded almond shaped eyes. This one would be one of his best. He felt his own satisfaction heating his insides and sparking his inspiration. He always painted after pleasuring a woman.

He added highlights to her eyes and stepped back. Perfect. He had managed to capture every ounce of sensuality and inject it into the painting. The woman had never looked so beautiful. He moved the painting to the side and looked to the woman.

"How much longer do you plan on staying?"

She slowly sat up and walked over to him. "Henry, why are you trying to get rid of me so fast? Did you not enjoy yourself?" She cooed to him in a way that was seductive before their activities but seemed overdone now. Her hands made their way down his chest as she spoke. When her hands reached his navel, they shot down to his crotch. "I have pretty strong evidence that you did." Her hand wrapped around his hardening erection and began to stroke him slowly.

"Come on Henry, one more time."

He quickly turned her around and slammed her into the wall. She moaned at his ferocity. "Please Henry,"

He smiled and purred in her ear gently, "You will get dressed and leave immediately. You no longer have a need to sleep with me." His voice caressed her ears and her eyes glazed over as her body followed his demands. As she was walking out the door, Henry smiled.

He really loved New York.

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. Princess Iseult was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her hair was golden and curly as it flowed down her back to just above her bottom. Her eyes were a clear blue and her skin was like porcelain. Her lips were pouty and a beautiful shade of pink that begged for him to kiss her. Her neck was long and graceful and he wished to leave him mark on it. Her breasts were high and perky, the perfect size for his hands while her waist was small and her hips were round. Her legs were long and thin. Henry knew one thing for sure; Princess Iseult would be his before the week was over. He would take great pleasure in her cries of ecstasy as she lie writhing beneath him.

"She's stunning isn't she?"

Henry looked up at his father briefly before fixing his eyes back on the beautiful girl. "Yes."

The king smiled, "You want her?"

Henry smiled a smile not unlike his father's when he first saw Anne Boleyn. "I do not want her. Want would suggest that it is out of my reach and she is definitely within my reach. Therefore, no father, I do not want her. I will have her. Within the week."

The king smiled at his son, "Yes, son. You will have her." If there was one thing the king knew, it was that Henry always got what he wanted. He had been the same way when he was his age. Even now, when the king wanted a woman, he got her, no questions asked. He knew that Henry would be the same way.

Henry quickly made his way to Princess Iseult and struck a conversation. She flushed and walked away with him, her arm in his.

The king watched with a smile as Henry shot the girl his signature smile and she blushed. He would have in a few days.

Henry was definitely the king's son.

Henry's back arched as he awoke from his "sleep". He remembered that day like it was yesterday rather than over four centuries ago. He was right. He had her within the week and it was fantastic. Iseult had been surprisingly passionate when he expected her to be demure. He welcomed it with open arms. He smiled at the memory.

He had another night to waste away and he knew exactly how he would do it. It was time for another conquest.

Henry made his way to his closet and put on a black silk shirt and a pair of jeans he knew made his ass look fantastic. He ruffled his curls, grabbed a jacket, and made his way out the door.

Once he reached Feral, he immediately felt the music beating through his body. He could smell the sweat, alcohol, and sex in the air. He made his way to the bar and ordered a scotch. He scanned the room for his next meal and growled under his breath when he didn't see anyone worth his time. He drank the scotch in one shot and stood. He just had to look harder. He weaved his way through the nightclub, looking for a girl that would satisfy his thirst and his body. Just before he threw in the towel, he spotted her.

She was different from his typical choice, but that was the fun. Her skin was tanned and her hair was blonde and pulled into a ponytail. She wore glasses, and walked through the club with a purpose. He could feel her strength and confidence and it intrigued him. Her body was athletic but feminine. He knew that she wouldn't feel soft under his fingers but toned and strong. She was beautiful, but in a tough independent kind of way. She wore no makeup and her outfit was merely jeans a t shirt and a leather jacket. Nothing special, but it looked exquisite on her.

Henry made his way to her and when her eyes met his; he sent her his charming, yet alluring smile. "Hello, you don't really look like you want to be here." He lowered his voice an octave and purred the words into her ear.

Her pupils dilated and her face flushed. Henry smiled to himself. Hook, line and sinker. Before he could celebrate however, she moved around him and started walking away. Henry grabbed her wrist and turned her around. "Wait a minute, I just want to talk."

She growled in a way he thought was incredibly sexy, "Listen Fabio, I don't have time for a hook up. Take your arm before I rip it out of its socket hmm?"

Henry knew that under normal circumstances he would kill someone that talked to him that way. However, with this woman, it turned him on. He had never met a woman that was so strong before. Sure, he had been threatened by a woman before but they both knew that she wouldn't go through with it. He knew that this one would and she would take great pleasure in injuring him.

He removed his arm but quickly grabbed her elbow. "I'll let go if you tell me your name."

She scowled, "Vicki, now let go before you regret it."

He met her eyes, a pretty shade of blue green and smiled, "Vicki…?"

She bared her teeth, "Look, I don't have time for your games. I don't want to fuck you okay? Go find some other slut to take home tonight. If you don't let go of my arm in the next five seconds you won't need to worry about getting laid."

He let go and she quickly walked away.

Henry could feel his predatory instincts kick in. There was something thrilling about chasing a conquest, grinding them down until they followed your wishes. Some were easy and all he had to do was buy a drink or two, flash a charming smile, and give a look and she was his. Others, he had to work for weeks sometimes months to get them comfortable with him. However, Henry never lost. From the moment he was born, he always got what he wanted. He wanted to be king even though he was a bastard child and he made sure King Henry made him prince. He wanted Anne Boleyn gone and he saw to it that she was removed. Any woman he wanted to bed, he did. He wanted to be a vampire, and he became one.

And now, he wanted Vicki.

And he would see to it that he had her.

Henry quickly made his way home, eager to find out more about Vicki. She may have thought that giving her first name would be too vague but she didn't know that he was a 500 year old vampire who had plenty of methods of finding someone who didn't want to be found. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Henry, what a lovely surprise. I haven't heard from you since World War Two."

"Raphael, I need a favor. I'm trying to get information on someone. Her name's Vicki. Blonde hair, blue green eyes, tan skin, wears glasses."

"This is a cake walk. I've worked with just a hair color before. I'll have it sent to you within the hour."

He hung up and smiled slightly.

Let the games begin.

I know Henry seems like a douche but he is royalty after all, they weren't known for being kind. That and he is used to getting what he wants, but don't worry, his personality will change as the story progresses.

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