A/N: Oooookay. It has been a very, very long time since I've written anything. This is an idea that popped into my head after I got a message about my fic recently. It continues on from "Sleeping Beauty", and probably if you haven't read my series yet some of it won't make sense! Anyways, I hope you like, and as always, reviews are much appreciated. I don't own BT, by the way!

The office was darkened, save for the light of a single desk-lamp. The two desks in the office were both occupied, one by a dusky blonde, the other by a raven-haired younger woman who was fast asleep, her head resting on the desk. Henry stood in the doorway, quietly observing his lover as she read a book. He smiled, knowing that she could sense him there, as he could sense her, and that she was finishing the paragraph she was reading before she closed the book and gave him her total attention. Finally, her eyes lifted from the page and she smiled over at him. As she did so, he could feel her affection wash over him through their connection. He sighed, needing no words to respond in kind.

"How was she today?" He asked, keeping his voice soft.

"She was alright. She's still so weak, and it's...disconcerting." Vicki replied, her tone weary. Coreen had been in high spirits that day, but Vicki could see the strain on the young woman's face when she thought she wasn't looking, and the passage of time had only made it harder and harder for Vicki and Henry to handle Coreen – it had been a month, and still no memories of her time working with Vicki had returned.

"I know...I guess we're lucky it's been a slow month. I'm glad to hear she was well. And how was your day?" He asked, quietly making his way to her side.

"It was ok. A few suspicious spouses, that's all. Have you eaten yet?"

"I..." Henry began, but was interrupted by the sound of Coreen waking.

"Ohmygosh, Vicki, I'm so sorry! What time is it? Oh, hey Henry." Coreen blurted, her tone and features relaxing as she realised her boss wasn't mad.

"It's a little after 8pm, and I keep telling you not to feel bad about needing your rest. Why don't you call it a night?" Vicki said, trying to ignore the pang she felt at knowing her assistant probably wouldn't want to hang around.

"Sure. I'll see you in the morning. Night, Henry." Coreen gathered her things and made a hasty exit. Henry watched her go, a troubled expression clouding his features.

"I know," Vicki said, pre-empting his as yet unspoken comment, "we should have told her. I hoped her memories would have come back by now, or at least some of them..."

Henry placed a consoling hand on Vicki's back, rubbing soothing circles over the soft cotton of her shirt. "And now all she has are the nightmares. I know. Her heart is sounding stronger, though. That's good, at least."

"Yeah, it's getting back to normal. Her check-up last week was good, she said. She took Diane..."Vicki tried hard not to look grumpy about this particular point, but she knew Henry would be able to tell anyway. Coreen had been spending more time with her friends her own age. While Vicki couldn't argue that it was exactly a bad thing, she certainly felt left out and a little hurt, despite the fact that Coreen couldn't remember their friendship.

"It's quite the predicament. Perhaps we should begin to nudge her in the direction of her previous supernatural interests, re-introduce her slowly to our...situation. She needs to know if she's going to continue working here – it's unusual that we haven't gotten any...interesting...cases in so long, and that luck won't hold forever." Henry said, trying not to sound preachy. He had known from the first moment that it was a bad idea to lie to Coreen, and yet there hadn't seemed to be any other course of action. As time had passed, the young goth's memories had not returned of their own volition, and it had become more and more difficult to inform her about the times she couldn't remember.

"Maybe...for now I guess all we can do is hope that our luck holds case-wise, and try giving her a nudge in the right direction." Vicki said, rising from her seat and returning the book to one of the cluttered shelves in the office. "Anyways, you never said if you'd eaten yet?"

Henry grinned, allowing his fangs to run out. "I haven't, actually..."

Vicki grinned right back, her smile no less predatory despite the lack of fangs, Coreen momentarily forgotten as she thought of other, more pressing matters.

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The young boy screamed in rage, tearing his fangs from the torn neck of the woman. He hated what he had become, hated what he had to do to survive. He pushed his disgust aside, flinging the body easily into the deserted alley. He could feel her presence, feel an inexplicable pull to go to her, but he ignored that. He would never go back to her, that thing, who had ruined his life with the promise of betterment. She had promised him the world, and instead had taken his life and deserted him when he proved too 'troublesome'. Well he was going to show her that he could not, would not, be ignored, and expose her to the world for what she was; evil, a monster, a vampire. Oh yes, she would pay for what she had done to him.

Alexander grimaced, knowing that dawn was coming soon. He would have to return to his makeshift sanctuary for the day. Tomorrow night, he would search for her, scope out her current shoot. It was convenient, at least, that she couldn't sense his presence; he thanked God, if there was such a thing, for that, at least. When her end came, she wouldn't see it coming until it was too late.