ATTENTION::: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, scenes, or plotlines. They are solely the creation of the great Tanya Huff, Lifetime television, and all of the Canadian production studios that helped to make Blood Ties a reality for all of us to enjoy.
This is my first fanfic so please be gentle…I welcome any constructive criticism or positive feedback, but no flames!!!!
Next Generation's Love
Chapter 1
Vicky couldn't remember how long she'd been lying there, crying, on Henry's living room floor. From the shadows around her she could tell the sun had risen, but she was too weak to even look up at the clock, as her grief had taken all the strength her small frame could muster. She knew that Coreen had left some time ago, going home to shower and sleep after a long, trying day where she had technically died at least once. She remembered Coreen's hand on her shoulder and whispered words of encouragement, saying it would all be okay, but it seemed like it had all happened years ago, rather than just in the past few hours. At one point during the night Vicky was suddenly filled with rage, flying to Henry's bedroom door and banging it as loud as she possibly could. She knew he could hear her but he refused to answer, refused to let her see the tears in his eyes because he knew that then, he would never be able to leave. So she had collapsed again, sobbing, only to wake up when the morning light snuck through the apartment's blinds. Her mind told her to get up before it set again, not to let Henry witness her weakness, but her body was too tired to move, too drained to fight. She closed her eyes and drifted off once more.
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Mike was seething, his mind going over last night's events over and over again. He'd been suspended from his job, the one he had dedicated his whole life to, as did his father, and his father before him. He was waiting to be permanently removed from the department, and all for what? He had walked away from Vicky, who he put everything on the line for. She had admitted wanted to be with him, but being too scared to let herself because of her ties to darkness, but then he heard the words that she spoke to Fitzroy, all but saying she loved him. He couldn't take it, in the heat of the moment he kissed her and left, claiming it was forever. She was the vampire's problem now. Without him she could leave with Fitzroy, and as much as he cringed at the fact, he was glad it was finally over. He couldn't deal with that world any longer, he refused to. Even if he had to start his life over, the least he could do for himself was go back to when things were simple, and feign ignorance of what he had come across. But no matter how much he hated Fitzroy, and how pissed he was at Vicky, he still felt the annoying urge to protect her, so he resolved to swing by Henry's apartment later that night to make sure he took good care of her for however long he could; maybe drop a few threats while he was still able to.
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As Henry gulped in his first breath of the cold night's air, his sensitive nostrils were filled with so many different smells it made his throat convulse. He could smell the demon, Astaroth, and his essence mixed with those of Raymond's and Coreen's. He could still smell the lingered fear, anger, lust that filled his apartment. But the scent that overpowered them all belonged to Vicky, who had stayed in his living room far after he had died for the night, and from the smell of it, still inhabited his space. Her heartbeat was slow and steady, signaling that she was fast asleep. Henry quietly slipped out of bed, showered, and dressed, careful not to be too loud as to wake her up. He called Augustus, making arrangements for the move that would take place tonight, and the agency that would transfer his things to his new place the following evening. He slipped out of his room, placing a note next to Vicky, taking his last look at the woman he loved with all of his heart, but would never again see. With superhuman speed he kissed her gently on the forehead and, the next second, the door closed softly behind him. He spent an hour hunting before searching for Raymond- he would not leave while Vicky was still in danger, regardless. He couldn't remember much after he found him, the only image that stuck in his head was Raymond lying dead on the pavement, and Asteroths screams as he sent him back to hell. He had no idea how it could have been so easy, but he knew it had worked, his anger had assured it. Looking down at the priest he wished their had been someway to save his life, but Astaroth had made sure that wasn't possible, removing both his heart, and his brain, the latter of which would have been impossible to find. After his adventure he took the first plane to Vancouver. As he looked down one last time at the twinkling city he had lived in for nearly a hundred years, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart, missing only the one he had spent the last year fighting to love.
Henry caught sight of his own reflection in the window and, after quickly glancing around and listening intently to their heartbeats to assure his fellow passengers were indeed asleep, he silently prayed to himself that this would work, although it never had before. Whether because of his anguish or gained years of experience, this time it did.
"You will forget her," he muttered to his own face staring back at him, eyes black as night and fangs in sight. And he did, for a long time…..
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Vicky was woken up by what felt like a breeze, but she knew it was Henry. She tried to speak but heard the door close before she could move. Still exhausted and weak she lifted herself onto her knees, vowing that she would wait for him until he returned later that night. That's when she saw the note. Picking it up she traced the curves of Henry's delicate, old-fashioned script that looked flawless compared to her rushed chicken-scratch. She smiled, thinking that maybe this was a good sign……and then she read his words.
Dear Vicky,
I imagine you spent the day here to talk to me and convince me to stay, however you must know that I have made my decision to leave and nothing, not even you, can change my mind. I offered you an escape Vicky, one that you so easily refused, and although it pains me to say it, I accept your decision. I just hope that you will respect mine and not come looking after me, as I will be gone in a few hours, having friends retrieve my things tomorrow. Trust me it is best for both of us. I plan to eliminate the threat before I leave, so know that you are safe. I wish you and Mike the best, and give my regards to Coreen. I will love you for eternity.
Forever yours,
Henry
Vicky's mind was spinning. He left, he really left her, and he was not coming back. Ever. For the best? Her and Mike? The words began to blur and it was all that she could do not to cry anymore. Instead, she screamed.
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Mike had just stepped out of the elevator onto Henry's floor when he heard the scream. There was no denying it was Vicky, and he heard more pain in her voice than he ever had before. He ran, afraid of what Fitzroy was doing, how could he have even tolerated the idea that Henry could take care of her? He screamed her name as he slammed into the door, shocked when it opened easily, having been left unlocked, to reveal Vicky sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes red and puffy staring at him, and expression void of emotion.
Chapter Two
"Vicky?" Mike spoke softly, somewhere between confusion and worry over her fragile state, trying to remember the last time she had looked so absolutely vulnerable, almost like a child. He waited for what felt like hours, and in actuality were only a few minutes, but still heard no response. She just continued to stay up at him, blankly. "Vicky" he tried again, and this time he got a response.
Vicky started to cry. Crying because of what the demon had done to her and her loved ones in the last 24 hours. Crying because of the arguments between her, Mike, and Henry. Crying because of the tears she saw in Henry's eyes when he asked her to come with him and she said no. Crying because Henry had left forever. Crying because suddenly Mike was here, after he swore never to come back, and she didn't know what else to do.
Mike couldn't watch Vicky like this, didn't know what to do or say, didn't know where Henry could possibly be. He spotted the tear-stained paper near her left and picked it up, read through it quickly, and realized that she had never picked Henry, that she had been abandoned by both of them, and he felt a tear trickle down his own cheek. She stayed because of him, that's what Henry had implied. He was both surprised and ashamed, and all he could do was sweep her into his arms and hold her close.
"Mike….Mike I……Mike I'm…….." Vicky tried to speak but couldn't seem to get the words out between her sobs. She wanted to apologize, convince him not to go. She couldn't be alone. She had pushed away two of her loves and now one was gone, for good, she couldn't let the other one slip through her fingers because of her stubbornness any longer. She didn't know that Mike understood it all with so little.
"Shhh……..Vicky it's okay. I'm here now, and I don't plan on going anywhere ever again. Shhh……please don't cry, I love you Vick; I always have and I always will. Hey, remember when we were in the academy and I used to follow you like a lost puppy and you would have none of it, it didn't stop me then….. I would still follow you to the end of the earth Vicky Nelson. I won't ever leave you, I promise." Mike hoped she didn't hear the not like Fitzroy did implied in the end, he couldn't help but let the hate he felt for the vampire affect his words, especially not after the pain he had obviously caused to Vicky. But in her state she couldn't hear subtleties. She just heard Mike's declaration and the tears suddenly ceased.
"Mike……….." she started but then said to hell with words to herself. She looked up into his eyes, glistening with silent tears for her and grabbed him, pulling him closer, kissing him passionately. At first he didn't respond, and she began to panic. Wasn't this what he wanted? But a few seconds later he joined her, massaging her tongue with his.
When she kissed him, Mike wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture. She was obviously upset and vulnerable. Mike wasn't the type to take advantage of women in situations like these; not like he had ever known one that was comparable, you know, with a Vampire love leaving and a Demon possessing assistants to take over the word and all. He started to pull back but then thought to himself, to hell with it! Vicky wouldn't do anything she didn't want, and it was just a kiss that he desperately wanted. He kissed back, but paused briefly to look at her. "Vicky…….are you sure……" Before he could finish his sentence she silenced him with her mouth, starting the whole thing all over again. Mike tasted the salt of her tears mixing with her saliva and felt the sudden urge to protect her all over again, to make her happy enough to forget her pain. He didn't realize that he had her in his arm and into the bedroom until he felt the cool, satin sheets underneath him. Both he and Vicky looked at the bed in which they were laying, Henry's bed, or what used to be his, and it felt a little tacky at first. But Vicky looked at Mike, pleadingly, and he knew that this was something they both needed, that they both had wanted for over a year. He pulled her to him and found her mouth, kissing her as hard as he could. She kissed back harder still. One by one clothes came off until they were naked and intertwined, limb for limb. Mike began to kiss her, first on the neck, then clavicle, then breast. He teased her nipples with his tongue, taking them in briefly and then letting them go. Vicky's body shook with desire. Mike moved down further still, kissing and nibbling until he found what he was looking for. Vicky moaned deeply and then, never the one to stay submissive for long, her passion gave her strength. When he was finished she rolled him over onto his back, kissed him roughly, and led him inside of her. She moved onto of him, rocking her hips harder and faster each time, not wanted to wait any longer. Mike gasped, both at her beauty, which seemed to grow with age, and lust for her. It had been so long since he saw her like this, and he was in ecstasy. When they both finally released Vicky lay on top of him for a second, before rolling over onto her back next to him. He took her into his arms and they lay there together for a long time before either finally spoke.
"I guess we'd better wash these sheets before his majesty picks them up," Mike said, scowling. After he spoke the words he instantly wanted to take them back, his eyes widening apologetically. He didn't want to remind her and push her back into depression yet again. However a second later he heard Vicky giggle.
"I guess so," Vicky said playfully, snuggling up deeper into Mike, who let out a breath he did not know he had been holding.
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9 months later, Mike and Vicky welcomed a child into a word that seemed to be getting better day by day. Since the night when they first made love after Henry's departure, Mike had been accepted back into the precinct as a direct result of his lead breaking the kidnapping case. All charges and accusations pitted against him were dropped, although he spent his first few months on probation. Coreen had put the incident with Astaroth, who had not bothered them since, behind her, more determined than ever to find her place in the supernatural. Vicky refused to take "strange cases," especially after she discovered that she was pregnant, but surprisingly very few came to her anyway. The tattoos on her arm seemed to disappear more and more until they resembled an impression, rather than anything identifiable. Vicky and Mike were planning a wedding, as Vicky refused to walk down the aisle with a baby bump (she could hear her mother now…..). Elizabeth Mary Nelson-Celluci (Vicky refused to give up her surname and wanted her child to carry it on, her stubbornness refused to change) was named after Henry's mother, Elizabeth Blout, and his first wife, Mary Howard, and oddly enough Mike had no disagreements. As he stared down at this beautiful angel in his arms he thanked the vampire, for without him stepping aside (or his bed/apartment for that matter) she would never have been at all.
Authors Note
The story will continue, don't fear. As soon as my job (and my cold) allows me to the next chapter will be up, I promise. Thanks for all the great reviews! More please :-D.