Blood Ties

Blood Ties

I Do Not Own Blood Ties or any of the characters.

"…Please stay."

Breathing heavily, she walks into a dimly lit bedroom. Recognizing it as Henry's condo…

'Why am I here?' "O.K., don't remember coming here."

Feeling wary of her surroundings, a shiver runs down her spine. Where was Henry? Looking around the room, nothing seemed to be out of place: nothing was knocked over, a change of clothes had been placed on the bed; but the doors were unlocked and the host was missing.

"Vicki, what are you doing here?" Henry is standing in the doorway, holding his saber unsheathed.

"I … don't …" "Vicki!"

Before anything could be done, Vicki could neither breathe nor move; something was holding her from behind. Turning to face her attacker, all that could be seen was a dark shadow of a man, or what resembled a man, who did not have a face. Trying to fight back, Vicki glimpsed at Henry; he looked eager to fight but stayed in place. Determination quickly turned to fear as Vicki realized her surroundings: she was not going to win the fight and Henry would not move.

"Let me help… let me in… Vicki, Let me help you!"

As her life was slipping away, she cried, "He..n.."

Nearly falling out of the bed, it took a few minutes for Vicki to remember where she was: in her apartment, in her bed, next to Henry… Henry! It was only seconds later when the invitation to stay would return to her mind. With a moan, she silently wished he would wake up; and he would if not the 'practically being dead during the day' thing. She gazed upon his sleeping form until the ringing of her phone startled her.

'It would have to be my mother, only she gets up this early on a Sunday.'

After a long talk about the weather and when was she going to finally visit, Vicki hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen. Having nothing to do during her one day off, she opted to at least start with a cup of tea... from somewhere that was not here. Henry should be fine here, the shutters are closed and the door will be locked. With a quick change of clothes, she rushed outside and down the street. Glimpsing into the windows of the small cafes and stores, thoughts of the dream drifted into her mind. She could not forget the look of determination on Henry's face as he pleaded to help her.

'Why hadn't he? When did a vampire of four hundred plus years need her permission to do anything? He isn't a pet!'

Dread and frustration filled her very core as she neared her apartment. She would have to talk to someone soon or she would go off on the first person who pissed her off. Answering her cell phone;

"Hey Vicki. Listen, we need to talk." -Speak of the devil- "I've got a case that might be right up your alley. Can you come down to the department today?"

"I don't think I can, Mike. I don't feel like chasing bad guys today. Don't you know Monday is a much better day for such a thing?" Sarcasm almost literally dripped off her tongue.

"Tomorrow sounds good, Vicki. Just show up after lunch, the big boss is in town and is jumping all over my ass. She doesn't really like the fact that most of my cases are explained by some sort of paranormal or not even explained at all. She should be gone by lunch. Oh, yeah, try to feel better. I don't need a pissy investigator on my hands."

"Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow." Click. 'So much for a soothing walk around the block'.