Story Notes

I came up with this story randomly. I realized I hadn't written in a looong time and wanted to get my creative juices flowing. The gist is that, Henry of course is a vampire and Vicki doesn't know. She doesn't know quite a bit about mister Fitzroy...but she will!

Disclaimer

I own nothing, claim even less, I just like running with ideas for stories. Stories that are all my own ideas I'm just borrowing the beloved BT characters to fulfill my story. So, my Henry is a little different, he's a vamp…but he can come out a little bit before sunset, like a couple of hours or so. I will be coming up with all the how's and whys….maybe, just go with it. lol.

Chapter Notes

The creative juices are still flowing. I'll have chapters up as they get done. I own nothing, but the idea and dialogue I come up with for this particular story. I don't own any of the Blood Ties characters I am iborrowing/i them. :)

Enjoy!

Translations:

milaya moya- My darling

devochka moya- My girl

lyubimaya moya- favorite mine; my favorite/my sweet; my sweetheart

Chapter 1

A black car drove along at a steady pace down Devlen Road, the driver knew to just look like every other average Joe driving down the street. Unknown to the blond walking along the sidewalk it was his job to watch her, follow her and make sure she was under the radar at all times.

Vicki Nelson walked down her block heading for Holloway Café, taking the same route she always did. The day started off pretty chilly so she opted for dark jeans, her favorite pair of tan Ugg's, black sweater, a news boy hat and a bright read scarf. She looked a lot younger than 34 while walking along with her iPod blaring­­­­­­­­­­­ Metallica'si Enter Sandman./i She wasn't completely oblivious as she looked, she knew Danny was following her and huffed a little in annoyance. She didn't like the idea of her father keeping tabs on her. She wasn't a little girl anymore, he'd missed out on those years. During those years he could have been overbearing and over protective….still, she never said anything to him. She knew he was trying, especially after news of her moms death had reached him.

Oh how she had ranted and raved when she got his call, where had he been all those years? Why did he think he could just walk back into her life like he had walked right out? Things had changed and she couldn't figure out why he'd wanted to come back after 20 years of silence. He hadn't elaborated the way she would have liked on his reasons for being absent, but eventually she softened.

"What do you want?" she'd asked him. "What could you possibly want with me, now, after 20 years of iignoring/ime? How dare you think you can just come in here, into my home and act as though you could just ease on back in my life? You left. You left, not me. Not a word…not one single word from you and then you come back!? She's dead now. You don't have anything to prove."

Aleksandr Rasonoff had stood there, patiently and listened to everything she had said, not batting an eye. He knew the why's of what he had done were not something his daughter would understand. If only Elise had let him contact her sooner, had some involvement in her life, she would know. She could have at least heard his reasons for leave, but he knew it was safer that she didn't know just like her mother asked him.

Finally after a few minutes of ranting Vicky had paused and turned to look at her father. They were inside her living room. She had done a little work after receiving his call when news of her mom's death reached him and he looked old, really old, he had salt n' pepper colored hair, more salt than pepper. His olive complexion was wrinkled around his green eyes. Time hadn't really affected his looks, at 75 he looked more like 65 and he looked completely as though he belonged there in her living room.

Heaving a sigh Vicki turned away from him and walked toward the bay window facing the street. There sitting by the curb was a black Cadillac CST, complete with dark tinted windows and guy in the front seat on his cell phone. Vickie chuckled silently to herself at the image,You'd think he was in the mob.She thought to herself.

"I'm sorry."

Pulled out of her thoughts Vicki turned back to Aleksandr.

"What?"

"I said, I'm sorry, so sorry little one. I never meant for you to ever sit and wonder why I wasn't there. Your mother had reasons for keeping me away. She asked me to and I could do no other than accept her wishes."

"What are you talking about? Mom was just as heart broken when you left, just like I was. She would never have purposely kept me away from you." Uneasiness stirred and began pulling at her stomach, flip-flopping, "You're my father," she continued, desperate now, "she knew how it tore at me, never seeing or hearing from you. She wouldn't have done that." She paused looking at her father, "I don't believe it." She said with conviction.

"I may be a lot of things milaya moya but what I am not is a liar. I would never do that to you. I might keep things from you for your safety, but never would I willingly lie to hurt you."

Vicki's head began to spin, feeling a little dizzy she sat down on her sofa and dropping her head in her hands.

"What do you mean for my safety?" She said lifting her head up and running a hand through her hair, "Keeping me safe from what?"

Looking anguished Aleksandr stood and walked over to Vicki.

"Victoria there are some things I cannot tell you and you are going to have to trust me." He paused looking into her eyes to make sure she understood. They reflected the same deep green of his own; so much wisdom and knowledge lay behind them, it hurt him that he'd been away for so long.

"Your mother and I were happy Vicki, very happy, but always there loomed between us a," he struggled for the right word, "gap, gap of questions unasked and unanswered questions." He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture Vicki was familiar with in times of frustration or nerves getting in the way.

"Your mother never questioned my…job, how I brought the money in, where got furnishings, or even the money for the house, not really anyway. But she knew it wasn't all good. She just knew, she'd get this look, one like you have now, when I brought business to the house. It was as though she already knew what I was involved in, but she wouldn't interfere." He turned to look at Vicki again, his only daughter, is pride and again his heart ached for time lost. What he saw in her eyes though, was very familiar, a knowing gaze, one of a woman who knew all but wouldn't whisper it to a soul.

"One day work became…very intrusive on our family life. Your mother never questioned me when it came to business, as long as it did not interfere with time to be spent with you. Soon, it did and happened repeatedly, she was so angry we argued over it again and again, the same thing. We yelled, saying some things we didn't mean, but then she said she knew. She knew what was going on behind closed doors, what happened at night when I was out with the boys. 'Do you think I'm that blind Alek? Do you? Don't insult me. I've known since the day we started dating.' That's what she'd said." He smiled at the memory, Vicki did too.

"Sounds just like her."

When Aleksander would have continued, not wanting to hide anything from her any longer, but Vicki stopped him putting her hand up.

"Alek—Dad" She corrected, "You don't need to tell me anymore. I get it. I get why mom would have been upset about business coming home. Just like I understand why the black Cadillac with very dark tinted, bulletproof, windows is sitting out there with Danny sitting in it."

Aleksandr smiled at her, "Thank you, dearest. I know it is a lot to take in, especially now, but I hope we can become close as we once were. Make up for lost time?"

Smiling back Vicki hugged him and Aleksandr squeezing her tight. Pulling back they looked at one another, and then laughed.

"Would you like some tea or something?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

As Vicki headed off towards the kitchen, she didn't miss her father's shuffling for his cell phone or the quick words of Russian he spoke.

One thought was running through her mind.

Her dad was in the mob…but not just any old mob, the Russian mob.

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