Chapter 2 - Henrys POV
Henry turned back toward his building the sun is trembling on the horizon watching the cab pull away carrying the woman he loved and desired.
Henry, the Duke of Richmond had lived a very long life and with that usually came a wisdom, but for the past year that wisdom seemed to have failed him. Passing the doorman he rode the elevator back up to his penthouse bring the blinds down and undressing. Tired all the way through to his bones.
Sensing the dawn approaching Henry fell onto the bed rolling onto his side pulling the covers over his worn out body, his chest aching from the physical and emotional wounds inflicted over the last 72 hours.
Vampires of his age didn't die from accidents, turf wars or most other dangers vampires face. They died from the loss of too many loved ones.
Henry had deliberately kept most of the women he had made love to at a distance over all those years. Fooling himself at first thinking that it kept his first love 'Christina' closer to his heart.
The passion with all the other women had no boundaries. In some ways the passion become a boundary to hide behind. To fully experience the physical act kept his heart in place and safe.
Just when had Vicki broken through? She who would have died for him the night she drank his blood to face the mummy. Who should have sent that demon back to hell instead of saving a friend. Who had him end the world by opening up the box to bring back her Mike when he was shot in the chest.
With her death would he walk out into the light to be taken by the day? Was she truly his soul mate?
Tonight thought Henry, he would, as Vicki was so fond of saying, try to make it right between them. Later there would be time for love and passion if that was their destiny.
A sharp exhale of breath and then... nothing.