Author's Note: This is my first Blood Ties story. I love the show so much and I think it is awesome. I might not be that good at capturing the character's personalities but I do try my best so don't go hard on me. I hope you like it and if you have any suggestions then just let me know and I will see what I can do for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these character's. They all belong to Tanya Huff and Lifetime Television.

Angel of Death

It was almost 11pm and Henry was getting worried. Vicki was supposed to meet him at his apartment at 9:30pm, but she never showed up. He had called her office, her house, and her cell, but they all just went to voice mail.

Vicki, where are you? He thought. Just as he was about to head out the door to go and look for her, his cell phone rang. He fished it out of his leather jacket's pocket and flipped it open, hoping that it was her.

"Vicki?"

"Is this Henry Fitzroy?" The voice on the other end of the line asked.

"Yes, this is Henry. Who is this?" He was growing more and more worried by the second.

"This is Miranda Sawyer. I'm calling from the Toronto Medical Center. Do you know a Victoria Nelson?"

His heart lurched and he let out a low growl.

"Yes, I do. What's wrong? What happened?" He said, trying to stay as calm as possible.

He gripped the phone tighter in his hand.

The lady sighed.

"There's been an accident. Victoria had gotten into a cab and was on her way to see you, I presume. The cab driver had been drinking and he wasn't paying attention to the road. He ran a red light at a big intersection and another car crashed into the side of the cab where Victoria was sitting. The driver of the other car called 911 and then the ambulance brought her here."

Henry's whole body tensed.

"Is she okay?"

"She is in surgery at the moment. She had a collapsed lung and she broke her right arm and some ribs. We couldn't get in touch with her mother or Michael Celluci. That's when we found her day planner and it said that she was coming to see you."

Henry was glad that they hadn't gotten a hold of Celluci. Right now Vicki hated him. They had gotten into a huge argument that morning. Vicki had decided that she didn't want to be with Mike anymore. She had said that she couldn't be with someone who couldn't accept the fact that she wanted to be involved with the supernatural. That's why she chose Henry over Mike.

Mike was furious and started throwing things. That's when Vicki had punched him in the gut and told him to leave.

"I'm on my way." Henry added before he shut his cell phone closed. He raced out of his apartment and out the door of his apartment building. On the way to his BMW he kept thinking about Victoria. He still couldn't believe that she chose him over Mike. He loved Vicki to death but he always thought that her and Celluci would be better off together. I mean, face it, Mike could be with her all day and all night, but he could only be with her during the night.

Henry wouldn't keep her up all night to spend time with her. She couldn't give up sleep her whole life, and he wouldn't let her. Also there is the fact that Vicki and Mike were both Mortals, they could die together.

Once or twice Vicki had brought up how if he turned her, then they could be together forever, but he would never agree to it. It would be too hard for her to watch as all her loved ones died while she was still alive.

It would crush her.

Vicki, being as stubborn as she is, kept arguing with him about it until she had fallen asleep. He smiled as he thought about all of the nights they had spent together, just laying in each others arms in her bed. He would always be listening to her heartbeat get slower as she tried to fight off sleep so she could look at him again. She would always fail and fall to sleep.

By the time he had arrived at the hospital she was already out of surgery and in the recovery room. He stood in the doorway of her hospital room, watching her sleep. He could hear the slow and weak beats of her heart.

The way she looked made Henry want to scream. She had bruises all over her body and a cut just above her left eyebrow that had just started to scab over. Her right arm was in a black brace, that looked very uncomfortable, and was laying across her stomach. She looked very pale, although that was probably the result of all the blood she lost.

He walked over to her bedside and gently laid his left hand on hers. Her skin felt very cold, and dry. Just when he was about to kiss her hand, his cell phone rang.

"Shit." He mumbled.