Disclaimer: I do not own BloodTies. This isn't really meant to have a proper plot, I just never thought that Vicki ever properly realized who Henry was in the TV show. Enjoy!
As the car sped down the highway, Henry turned to Vicki with an impatient look in his eyes.
"Will you tell me where we're going now?" He asked irritably. Once again the vampire had been interrupted whilst in the middle of completing the next instalment of his graphic novel series. The deadline for the latest batch of images was in a couple of days and he really didn't have the time to throw away.
"OK fine. We are going to the docks."
"The docks. Why would we want to go there of all places?"
"Awww, what's the matter Henry?" Vicki replied teasingly. "Is the big bad vampire afraid of a little water?" Henry scowled and tossed his hair in a haughty manner.
"I'll have you know that I was the Admiral of England when I was alive. I know more about the sea than you ever could." Vicki looked over at him in surprise.
"I thought you were the Duke of Richmond?" Henry puffed himself up importantly.
"I was. I had many accolades. I was awarded the title of Knight of the Garter when I was six years old. I became Lord President of the council of the North and Warden of the West, Middle and East Scottish Marches. I was the Earl of Nottingham, Duke of Richmond and Somerset, Admiral of England. Oh, and I nearly became King of Ireland." Vicki looked stunned.
"But I thought you were Henry VIII's illegitimate child."
"Well, yes. However, I was his only male child as neither Katherine or Anne were able to bear a male infant that survived. I was brought up a Prince and everyone referred to me as such, despite it being unofficial. Actually, at the time of my 'death', my Father was in the process of passing an act through Parliament that would allow him to lawfully recognize me as his heir. If I hadn't been turned by Christina, I would most likely have become the next King of England." Vicki looked dumbstruck.
"Wow." Henry rolled his eyes, even if he did feel the teensiest smidgen of pride at her reaction.
"So, now that we've firmly established that I was a heavy hitter in back in the day and that I definitely do not have a problem with water, can we get back to the case?!"
"Erm, right, yes," said Vicki sheepishly, before quickly schooling her features back into her usual determined expression. "The guy's name is Enrico Fernandez. One of those guys who hit it rich when he emigrated here from Spain with his wife Marianna. She thinks he's playing away from home and is paying my rent bill for the month to catch him at it. Which is why we are going to stake out his private yacht." Henry stared at her in disbelief.
"You dragged me away from my work, my imminently due work, to sit in a car with you and snap pictures of a man having it off with another woman in the middle of a probable midlife crisis?!" Vicki glanced calmly over at him as she squealed away from the lights.
"I brought doughnuts..."