Not as Deep or Dark
The door to the bedroom slammed shut and Vicki was left standing alone in Henry's living room, crying for more reasons than she could count.
Even as he did it, Henry regretted walking away from Vicki. In a blind fury Henry drove his fist through the glass of the shower door and with enough force that he hit the tile wall behind it. He pulled back his arm and leaving bits of flesh and blood on the shards of glass. He sat on the floor holding the bleeding arm against his chest and didn't care.
Vicki heard the sound of his fist hitting glass then the wall and rushed into the bedroom. Through the open bathroom door Vicki could make out Henry sitting and holding his arm so she came the rest of the way into the bathroom and saw the blood oozing between his fingers, dripping to the floor. Vicki took a towel from the rack, knelt and said, "Hold out your arm."
Henry did as directed without looking up.
She turned her head to focus on the wounds, "Henry this is pretty bad. If it were anyone else, I'd say you needed stitches."
He tried to pull his arm back and said, "It'll heal."
Vicki didn't let go but instead wrapped the towel around his arm, held it up and applied direct pressure. "You've told me before you need to feed to speed healing. You've lost too much blood tonight, with the stabbing and now this."
Henry looked up, "You're offering?"
Vicki frowned and said, "You know I'd do anything to help you."
"But you won't come with me."
"You weren't listening. I can't. It's not that easy for me to pick up and leave." Vicki tried to release the pressure and the blood started dripping again. "Feed Henry. We'll talk later."
"I wanted to make love with you before taking your blood again."
"If you don't feed now, that won't happen."
Weak and tired from losing so much blood in one night, he gave up arguing and nodded assent.
Vicki said, "Here, apply your own pressure, I won't pull my wrist away while you feed."
Vicki placed one arm behind his head and pulled him toward her breast as she placed the other wrist near his mouth and held her breath waiting for the brief pain of his bite before the the pleasure of his feeding. His vampire power might not work on her mind, but the vampire feeding worked on her emotions.
The vampire let go of his wounded arm and held her wrist firmly to his lips. The first healing swallow relieved the pain and by the third, the bleeding had stopped. Two more swallows and the jagged cuts began to close. As Henry drank from her, he knew he wasn't going to leave this town without her.
Henry's fangs slipped back into their hiding place and his eyes lightened. He looked at the two marks on Vicki's wrist then kissed them tenderly. "You're mine and you always will be. We've shared everything but sex and even if it takes a life time I mean for us to share that too."
Vicki let the proprietary comment go and just leaned into him with her cheek resting on the top of his head and hugged him saying, "What makes you think we haven't?"
Henry shifted in her arms, looked into her eyes and raised an eyebrow in question.
"In my dreams. Since I met you, you've been very busy in my dreams."
"Why not make your dreams our reality?"
"Give it time. We will, just not yet."
"So, what, we go back to the way it was? Mike not being able to get off first base and me not being able to score?"
Vicki pushed away in frustration, "I've got problems that I need to work through in my head before I can commit to anyone."
"Let me help you," then he kissed her with passion.
She kissed him back with equal passion and when the kiss ended she said, "Yeah, thanks. That helps. Now I'm more confused."
"I could confuse you even more."
"Not tonight. I'm so tired I can't stay awake another minute."
He looked at the torn bloody shirt then flexed the muscles in his forearm and smiled, "Much better. I'll drive you home."
"You won't be able to get back here before dawn."
"After all that's happened tonight, I don't want to stay here. I'll find a dark corner at your place. That is, if I'm welcome."
She looked at him with suspicion, "You didn't hurt your arm on purpose, did you?"
"No. I'm afraid my bad Tudor temper got the best of me. I don't like it when I don't get what I want."
"Okay, you can stay at my place, but with that temper don't call me Anne Boleyn."
He gave her one of his killer smiles and said, "My temper's not quite as drastic as my father's."