"Henry, stop, think about what you're doing."

"I can't control this, the urge, the hunger..." Henry said in a voice that was obviously not his own.

Vicky saw the fierceness in his eyes, and as much as she liked to think otherwise, right now, Henry was capable of anything. "Henry, please-"

Her plea fell on deaf ears. Henry lunged at her and quickly sank his teeth into the soft, pale flesh of her neck.

Vicky's soft cry was not heard by Henry as he relished in her sweet blood the dripped from her neck. After a few minutes, he realized what he was doing and forcibly pulled himself away from her now limp body.

Vicky's bright crimson blood dripped down his chin as he regained his composure. He dropped to his knees by her, his hand instantaneously going behind her neck to support her head.

"Vicky! Oh God, what have I done. Vicky, please come back, wake up."

Despite his pleas, Vicky's body stayed still.

Tears threatened to fall from Henry's guilty eyes. "Vicky," he begged her to wake. "I refuse to turn you, so you have to wake up and come back...to me."

Still, there was no sign of life. Henry kissed her forehead and laid his head down on her chest.

"What the hell is going on here?" Mike yelled.

"I-I," Henry stammered to explain.

Mike's eyes drifted from Henry to the puncture wounds on Vicky's neck. "You bastard! I should kill you for this."

"I, it was a mistake. I didn't mean to."

Mike also knelt down by Vicky and felt for sign of life. "She still has a weak heartbeat, we need to move her."

"I'll take her, this is my fault."

"Damn right it's your fault."

Henry ignored Mike and carefully picked Vicky up and held her in his arms as he walked up the steps of the old, abandoned church.

With efforts from both Henry and Mike, they got Vicky back to her apartment and settled in her bed. She still hadn't woken up, but her hearbeat had strengthened since Mike had found her.

Henry sat by her bedside and watched for any movement. Her breath was shallow as she laid there. Mike had bandaged the puncture wounds with white gauze. Henry couldn't take his eyes off the spot. Somehow, he knew that Vicky would feel that she couldn't trust him anymore.

He had almost fallen asleep when he saw Vicky's eyelids start to flutter. She moaned softly and focused in on Henry.

"What happened?" She asked in a mere whisper.

"You don't remember?"

Vicky stared into space for a few minmutes before a horrified look masked her face. "You almost killed me."

"Vicky, no it wasn't like that. It was an accident. It was Javier's fault."

Her hand flew up to her neck. "You need to leave."

"Vicky, I wasn't myself. You know that. You have to believe me."

"If she wants to you leave, then you need to leave," Mike saide, standing in the doorway.

Henry looked at Vicky's disgusted face and left the room, leaving Mike to take his spot by her bedside.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Betrayed."

"Vicky-"

"No, I trusted him. He told me he could never hurt me, and I believed him."

"You know I'm not Henry's biggest ban, but in his defense, Javier had drained so much blood from him, and you were the first human he saw. He feels horrible."

"He's a vampire, he can't feel."

"Henry saved you."

"I wouldn't have needed saving if not for him."

For the next few days Henry made himself scarce and Vicky stayed in bed. The physical pain had long since faded and she was now consumed with the pain of betrayal.

"Vicky, you need to leave your apartment eventually."

"I will."

"Henry's working on a case that he could really use your help on."

"He's a good enough detective by himself."

"So you're just not going to go back to work?"

"I don't know Mike! I was almost killed by not only my partner but-"

"Your lover?" Mike said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"That's not what I was going to say."

"Are you sure? I mean that wasn't the first time Henry's tasted your blood."

Vicky threw him a deathly glare. "Don't bring that up."

"Why Vicky? Henry is a vampire, he's dangerous."

"THe other night you were telling me he didn't mean to hurt me, and now you're telling me how horrible he is?"

"The other night I was trying to make you feel better, now I'm trying to make you face reality."

"I am facing reality. I"m realizing that I will never feel safe around Henry again. Are you happy now?"

"No because I know you'll go back to work with him."

"Mike, just go."

Mike shook his head and left Vicky's apartment.

She locked the door behing Mike and walked into her kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and sitting on the couch. She flipped on the tv and fell asleep almost instantly. A few hours later she was awakened by her doorbell.

"Mike, go away," she said quickly, not bothering to look out the peephole. "Henry, uh"

"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk to you."

"I really don't think that's such a good idea Henry." Vicky said, her voice quivering, despite her attempts to show him she wasn't scared of him.

"I know you're scared of me, and I don't blame you. I really just want to talk to you."

"About?"

"About Mike," he said, rolling his eyes. "I came to talk about you of course. How are you feeling?" He asked generically.

"Fine," she replied. She knew Henry felt uncomfortable standing in the hallway, but she couldn't find it in herself to trust him.

"You're not fine."

"Henry, you really shouldn't be here." Vicky knew Henry could read her emotions better than she could, at times. This moment was a perfect example of those times. She didn't feel as if she trusted him fully, but she she didn't know if she was mad at him, or just simply scared, or maybe even exhilarated by his presence.

"I'm not just going to drop out of your life, I can't. I hope you realize that Vicky."

"I didn't ask you to."

"You could have fooled me. Just because you don't speak these things, doesn't mean I don't know your feelings towards me. You shiver with fear."

"I do not."

Henry took her hand in his own as she trembled. "No?" He asked with a smirk.

She pulled her hand away and stared at him.