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prelude:When Aidan goes for his son Henry after the end of S2e8 he is confronted with a situation he didn´t imagine before... Rated M absolutely/ Adults only for reasonas I bring up here some of what the show left out. Aidan´s and a bit of Henry´s POV later on. Being myself used to forensic and medical stuff, it´s partly ( Chapter 2) some pretty strong stuff to cope with though. So if you think this might become too hard for you, don´t go here... Mystery. Angst. Henry, Aidan and characters from the show.

Chapter 1

You´ve got me under my skin

Aidan sat in his house, on the sofa, his head sunken on his hands. His breath came in irregular gasps. His thoughts went in circles and he couldn´t concentrate on anything else but the memories of these disturbing sounds that came out of the large room where normally the Family met. These sounds had ward him off the House, had made him flee from the foyer. Disgusted by the stubborn ignorance of two of the leading members, right and left hand of Suren.

They had been sitting there like uninterested and deaf guardians, faces like stone, deaf to the screams and the plea that even broke the heavy doors.

"You...would...bet...ter...kill me..", before the plea broke under a series of screams, so disturbing, so tortured that Aidan had covered his ears with his hands when he fled from the House.

What have you done? What have you done, Aidan? You have delivered your son, your very blood, to the hands of death! Delivered to the hands of a woman, so vengeful that even death would shrug back. Jealous, hungry for revenge for a crime she herself committed decades ago. Not Henry had killed this mortal woman leading to a massacre she was punished for by sealing her to the ground for nearly a century. Henry couldn´t be blamed for what she had done. He could only be blamed for playing in a league that hadn´t been his.

The memories kept him in their bitter grip, made his heart beating weakly and fast.

Henry would better be alive when I will come for him!, he had told to Suren.

But what would that matter to her heart? She even won´t be afraid of him, afraid of his possible revenge if Henry would die. What seemed to be more certain than the other way round. No turning back. He was a nurse at Suffolk Boston Hospital like Josh who wasn´t at home because his shift went up to four p.m. As a nurse he knew pretty well what it meant to get lost of all the skin. He had seen victims of house fires brought to the ER, knew pretty well how low their chances were to survive when the level of burnt skin crossed the border of seventy percent of body surface.

Tears began to run down on Aidan´s cheeks when his thoughts went to the smart face of Henry, his cerulean eyes, the impossible smirk that so often split his face. Henry was so much younger on years than him. His lack of sorrow, his way to live his immortal life. He could not blame him for a lack of responsibility, he simply enjoyed life with all its sides, didn´t restrict his longings and urges. Henry never was very resistant to the way of women, even never missed a chance to take his fill and take a woman.

Henry would better be alive when I will come for him! The threat behind these, his words, did impress Suren even not to the slightest. She had smiled, her finger sliding along the blade of that damned Viking knife like comforting a lover. Aidan has had hints of thoughts that the revenge of a Mongolian princess won´t have been easy to take, but he had no clue to which lengths she would go to satisfy her anger.

Razor sharp blade.

If sharp or not.

Henry would suffer far worse than any sin would deserve. Suffer for something he hadn´t done...

And I have handed him over to this!

I didn´t hinder Suren to commit a crime of a cruelty no being, human or not, would deserve!

Suren should have blamed me for Henry´s mistakes. Because I´m his maker and Henry falls under my responsibility. Not the other way around.

I should have known better! The very moment I went into her conference room with Henry! I should have known better that she had some unspeakable cruelness in mind when I have seen the table covered in plastic foils! Oh my God! I should have taken my son and run away as fast as possible. Even for the price of no return for both of us!

But by now it is too late! What the hell have I done?

Aidan´s thoughts circled round by round when he asked himself for what kind of revenge he would be going for if he would come back to find Henry dead. Kill Suren right away even if it meant his own death which he so much more may deserve than his son. Or to burn her alive at the stake to let her suffer the same way she did to Henry before he would send her soul to hell.

He had killed his own maker. Bishop. And yet he walked the surface of earth unharmed.

He was so caught by his grief that he didn´t hear...but how could he as she was a ghost...when suddenly Sally entered the living room.

She saw him sitting on the large couch, face buried in his hands, blood drops glistening on the tips of his fingers and on the jeans on his thighs.

"Aidan! What´s up, hm? Got you hurt? There´s blood over there...", she directed to his jeans and when Aidan lifted his face she saw that his cheeks were covered with blood drops. His shoulders were shivering with sobs.

When vampires cried they spilt blood tears.

"Aidan! Dear! What´s going on? Can...can I do anything to help you...?", she started carefully, her hand went to his shoulder, felt him shiver under the touch that in this moment went material despite the fact she was a ghost and mostly had problems to handle material things. She could dissolve into fog, disappear faster than any human being´s eyes would be able to follow. But now she felt so material like rarely before since she had died on that damned stairs.

"Can´t help me...", he choked; "...let me be! Go!" Aidan looked at her, his eyes going black, fangs itching to fall. His voice was much more rough than intended, much more raw than Sally deserved. His inner pain which he couldn´t share with anybody in the moment, even not with Sally, made him feel like his inner side turned outside, burning to the surface like the fires of hell.

He couldn´t stand her anymore. Not now and he won´t like to blame her for. It all wasn´t her guilt but his own and so he abruptly jumped up, turned around with vampire speed and ran up the stairs and fled for his room.

The door felt shut with a sound so loud it even hurt Sally´s ghostly ears.

She looked after him, upstairs , long seconds after he had vanished. Then she sat down on the sofa waiting for Aidan to appear again.

Upstairs in the sleeping room Aidan looked around helplessly. His blackened eyes moved across the room; the bed and the closet. The daylight seemed to burn in his eyes despite the fact it could not hurt him. His kind was resistant to the sun other than the monster of Stoker´s novel or the vampires of Hammer or others of all these freaky movies made by humans who so dearly clung to legends.

For half a second a grin went over his face before the shades fell like before.

Should concentrate on what I´ll have to do when I got Henry here!

To get him here! Josh wouldn´t be pleased by this. They never invited other vampires to their house, kept it kind of restricted area since Bishop had killed Rebecca in his former home. Never let anybody of them in again for you can´t be sure they are not going to kill you or your beloved out of nether reasons. Call that instincts.

He was responsible for Sally and for Josh. Josh, his friend and Full Moon time werewolf. But Josh, in his human shape wasn´t strong enough to be a real threat for a vampire who was capable of letting himself go to the animal inside at any time, other than Josh who only turned wolf at Full Moon. Josh, who was suffering enough being forced to cope with it...his friend Josh would break by the fact to be a...monster...at any time.

Not that Henry, a more than severely hurt Henry, would be a threat to Josh. As far as Aidan could think about, Henry wouldn´t be able to move by own strength, the less to attack anybody.

How at least do I get him here?

The distance from the House to his home was not a short one and he could not cover him in a rescue foil, simply throw him over his shoulder and carry him home like a carpet going to be sold by one of the Gipsy living outside the city.

Hire a cap? Hypnotizing the driver to hide the fact that vampire blood would cover all over inside, hiding the fact he would drive a man looking like he jumped out the Boston Forensics Fridge.

Aidan shook his head no and made a decision.

There would be time. He had come home not so long ago and he had left The House directly when the screams started. It would even Suren take time to complete her over all cruel work. He could and did not want to think about how much time she´d need to kill Henry ninety-nine percent. To enjoy how Henry went to live on with one percent left.

Aidan looked into the bathroom mirror, cleaned his face from the bloody tears, put on his sunglasses and took his hoody and his gray jeans jacket and went down the stairs. In the hall which was also the large living room on the first floor he gripped his sports bag and left before an astonished Sally could ask a word.

Aidan ran for the bus that drove him to the hospital. It wasn´t his shift now but he reached the clothing room unharmed. No one ever asked what you were going to do in there when they know you. Maybe you changed shift with a colleague which wasn´t so unusual. Aidan changed into his nurse dress; blue long pants and blue shirt along with his identity tag around the neck. So he could walk around the hospitals floors without rising any suspect. Colleagues knew him and he was a liked one among them because of his experience and calm friendliness.

He strolled along the floor which was busy at this time. Nurses and care assistants were busy with medication, care and assistance to the doctors so no one took notice of Aidan who went to the chamber where bandages, gloves and all materials needed for the patients were stored.

He opened the door, slipped in and stopped for a moment to listen if anybody else was in there between the shelves full of stuff.

He was alone and went through the shelves, grabbed sheets, bed covers, a one time gown and a pair of hospital slippers which were used for patients who came in without any hospital fitting belongings. For sure you can´t walk inside your hospital room and along the floors with naked feet or your street shoes. Especially if you fell victim to an accident or a crime that ruined your clothes.

Analgetics?

He had no access to the real strong stuff without a written order by a doctor. Morphine? He even didn´t know if those of his kind will tolerate it. Never had experience with it. He couldn´t get to and but if he could not risk to test it on Henry.

Aidan took all he could carry without rising any suspect, left the storage room and went down the floor. Nobody asked him where he was going to. So he reached the lift and drove down to the clothing room undetected. With a swift move he opened his closet, put the things into his sports bag and changed clothes again.

Nobody had seen him nor asked him what was going on. In the worst case he would have had to hypnotize a person and tilt the memory that he or she had seen him here.

So he left and went down the street.

He needed something to cover and hide Henry from the very eyes of any person outside the House. Irrespective the way he was going to bring Henry home.

A long second there rose a doubt in his mind if not anything he was preparing would be useless, unnecessary when he will find Henry dead. Angrily he shoved the doubt aside.

Henry would be alive. He had to be! Otherwise he...

Stop! Stop that! He demanded to himself.

Aidan went to a road where he know to be a shop for bicycles and equipment. He entered the shop and searched along the bicycle clothing for a large sized rain cape. Henry wasn´t the tallest one among the vampires he knew and with a height of one seventy eight he would easily fit in the cape he selected. It was widely cut and would fell loose enough together with a large sized hood not to cause more pain than Henry would still be suffering from. The only problem was that all the rain capes were of bright and conspicuous colors designed to heighten the visibility of bicycle riders even in the dark. So he decided for a light blue one. Aidan paid and left, not suspicious with his sports bag.

He looked on his clock.

I should go to the House, he thought.

Whether he was just right in time or he had to wait until Henry was rea... Until Suren was ready, had finished her revenge on his son.

He had told him that there would be a price to be paid for his returning to the Family. But he had no idea what Suren had in mind for her so called forgiveness and acceptance of Henry back to the shelter of the House and the Family.

Aidan stopped in his track, swallowed hard to ring down the knot in his suddenly dry throat and the newly rising tears of guilt. It won´t be possible for him to walk down the street with his face smeared with blood.

Be a nurse! Be the good and strong nurse going for your patient.

That was an image he could hold on tightly to.

He had been in more than one war, had been hurt himself and had seen worse. Had seen comrades dying beside him. Friend and enemy as well.

He had killed.
Human and those of his own kind when necessary.

He had killed his maker, his vampire father. Bishop, whose ghost was to haunt him.

But Henry was none of those nameless.

He was his son! His very blood he made him of when that French soldier went to stake him in the primitive field hospital in 1918 and the stake went right into Henry Durham´s belly instead, when Henry tried to stop him. It had been an accident so to see. An accident that happened when Henry tried to save a hurt soldier from another one who seemed to have gone mad in fever.

He bit down hard, entered the narrow alley between the house of Josh and his next neighbor. Deep in his thoughts he opened the door of his car and started the engine. He drove into the late afternoon traffic and took the way to the House. Cars, humans, biker and trucks went by but he didn´t even waste any notice on them. His vampire skills helped him to manage the traffic without effort. Finally he drove into a parking lot, left the car and took his sports bag from the luggage trunk. He slammed it close.

To be continued