"I'll never leave you" those words haunted him every day of his existence since she left. Memories of that last night together tortured him, constantly entering his mind. He found himself unable to work on his books or on his art. Everywhere he went he thought he saw her, thought he could smell her, longed to touch her, see her, and just be near her. He tried to move on, but inanity held him back. His life had become empty and meaningless. In his prayers he found himself begging God to return her to him or to end his life. He kept in touch with his many contacts, hoping that someone came across some clue to where she might be.
Each morning he laid in bed waiting for the vampire sleep to take him as he thought of her and that last night…of her body against his, the warmth of her lips from her trails of kisses, the taste of her blood and her skin. He wanted her. He craved her. He missed her. He needed her.
One evening he woke to her scent but not her heartbeat… he raced at lighting speed looking for her. Down the hallway, the stairwell, and out onto the street, but there was no sign of her other than her scent. He slowly walked back into his condo…. inhaling the scent of her and wondering why she was here and why didn't she stay. So many questions raced around in his head it was almost overwhelming. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he never heard the sound of a little heartbeat, never noticed the scent of someone who didn't belong until a tiny cry brought him back to reality. Unsure of what was going on he walked back into his bedroom. His slow-beating heart nearly stopped when he saw the tiny bundle lying on the luxurious green embroidered bedspread. He stood in awe watching as tiny fists waved in the air in an anger that matched its cries. Unsure of what to do he cautiously walked over to the unhappy infant and gently picked it up. Awkwardly shifting the child in his arms to a more comfortable position he noticed the crying had ceased and a pair of steel blue eyes looked up at him. The baby sensing it was safe drifted back to sleep. Henry's breath caught in his chest as he watched tiny eyelids flutter closed. Gently he lowered himself and the baby to the bed, hoping not to wake the sleeping baby. As he watched the child sleep he realized he was holding in his arms the only link he had to Vicki.
