**Intense Music** Dun Dun Dun! At least he started out telling her the truth this time. Cause...with Abe...he kinda just omitted it until Lincoln found out. And that sucked cause he got all pissed. LOL! Anyways...Yeah. Henry's a vampire. More story time!

Ana felt her nails digging into her palms. Her breath was shaky and her heart pounded. She didn't know what to say. The evidence was there. Right in the picture. Henry looked the same as he did in the picture, only a more modern style of clothing, now. He stared at her and cocked his head to the side, attempting to look her in the eye. "Are you alright?" She lifted her eyes from the floor and looked at Henry. She licked her lips, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she looked for something to drink. She saw nothing that appealed, so she went to the sink and filled a glass with water, gulping it down. She leaned against the counter, looking down into the sink. As she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, she looked up to see Henry standing next to her, his hand on the lower part of her back. "Ana, I don't want to hurt you. I will not hurt you. I need to know you trust me."

She looked straight ahead at the cupboard in front of her face. "Henry..." She turned to look at him, staring into his eyes. "I don't trust people very easily. I listen to my gut, I don't talk to people I don't know, and it's always worked out very well for me." Henry brought his hand to his mouth and turned away from her. She walked forward and hesitantly put her hand on his shoulder, turning him back around. "Right now, my gut is telling me to trust you. To believe you. So I will. Because as insane as I want to believe all of this is, as crazy as I'm going to feel for believing it, in my mind, I know it's the truth." He lowered his hand to hers and gave a small squeeze. "So you trust me then?" She nodded at him, a small smile crawling over the corner of her mouth. "Then shall we sit back down?" She nodded again and walked back over to the couch, returning to her previous seat, and Henry to his. "Right. Over the years, I trained Abraham. Taught him to wield as a useful weapon to the war against the vampires."

"So, why do you send people after your own kind? I mean, aren't you on their side? Advancement of undead?" He chuckled and shook his head. "No. Adam thinks that vampires deserve their rightful place on the food chain. Above humans. And I seek out humans to train because vampires cannot kill each other. It is impossible to harm another vampire if you are one yourself." She stayed quiet for a moment. Remembering Adam, remembering his attack on her in the alley. She felt sore all over. Henry snapped her out of her thoughts. "Ana. I'm going to offer you something. And it is entirely up to you whether or not you take it. The decision is yours. Would you allow me to train you? Teach you how to defend yourself?" She nodded her head at him. He shook his and stood up. Looking out the window into the city, his fingers parting the blinds. "Before you just agree to anything, I have stipulations. And you should know them before you decide. First, you will have no friends, no family, no contact with anyone that you love. If you do, they could be found and killed."

It hit her like a ton of bricks. Not that she spoke to her family or friends anymore, but the option would be gone. She would be all alone with Henry, who she barely knew. "In order to keep that stipulation in tact, to maintain it, you will have to live with me. I have plenty of room. You will have your own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living area. It won't be any different from here, but I will be able to keep a better eye on you that way. No cell phones, no computers, and if you need to use any of the two, you must ask me permission." Her brain was flooded with the information. "Can I bring my cats?" He instantly turned and looked at her, his eyes narrowed, a small smirk on his lips. "I've basically just asked you to forget the person you are now, and you're worried about your cats?" She walked over to Apollo and picked him up. Scratching him behind the ears and listening to him purr, she grinned. "That is my stipulation to your stipulations. If I am going to do this, then I want my own company. And since I can't have any friends, I would like to have my cats." He walked closer and petted the cat. "Agreed. Now you'll need to be packed and ready to leave when I return tomorrow. Just your trinkets and personal items you'd like to bring. I'll handle the furniture, apartment, and car." She nodded. She kissed her cat on the head and froze when she felt his fingers brush her face accidentally. She jerked her head up and let the cat down.

"We'll begin training tomorrow at my home after you've settled in. I will come to collect you at 11:00. Please be ready." She nodded and opened the door, watching Henry leave. A small feeling of sadness crept over her. This was her home. The first place she had ever been on her own as an adult. Where she had her friends over to drink wine and watch movies on girls night. Where she sat and enjoyed her coffee while she read the paper in the morning. But all of that was over now. She knew this would not be easy. That it would take everything she had and more to learn what Henry had to teach. But she was willing. She jumped off the couch and headed for the bedroom. Pulling her suitcase down from the shelf in her closet, she began to neatly fold her clothes and place them in the case, leaving one outfit out for tomorrow. Her pictures, bathroom equipment, and trinkets went into the second case. The walls were now barren. The drawers were empty. And the cabinet in the kitchen was missing only one mug which she drank her coffee from. She folded her arms around her as she surveyed the empty rooms. The cats danced around her feet as she trudged to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. She closed her eyes and fell to sleep for the last time in her home.

His eyes were black. And close. She looked around and saw what appeared to be an older home; aristocratic even. Her location was a bedroom. A bed, a dresser, a fireplace, and a couple of doors. She saw Henry laying next to her in the bed from above. The back of his hand stroked her cheek gently. She exhaled, seeing her breath. With a gasp, she looked over and Henry was no longer next to her. Another moment, and she felt a weight on top of her. She turned her head from side to side before settling in the middle, looking up into another black pair of eyes. And Adam was there. One hand pinned her wrists down while the other turned her head to the side. She looked into a roaring fireplace and as a loud crack came from the fire, she felt pain. Suddenly, the weight was gone. She sat up straight and saw Henry standing before her. His eyes black, blood around his mouth. He walked closer to her. Leaning down, she felt his cold lips press against hers, and tasted her own blood in that kiss. He pulled away and ran his hand down her hair to her shoulder. "Ana."

Her eyes snapped open as she sat up in her bed. Her breathing was heavy, and she almost laughed as she swept her hair out of her face. A dream. That was all it had been. She sighed and looked to the two felines sitting on top of her dresser. "What?" As she rose from bed, she headed to the bathroom and shut the door. She undressed and turned the hot water on. As steam started filling the bathroom, she stepped in and turned the cold water nob slightly. She washed her body and hair before stepping out. As she wrapped a towel around herself, she headed to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. "It's already 11, Ana." She whisked around and saw Henry standing with his back to her. "Um, give me just a second, Henry." She quickly retreated to the bedroom and dressed in a hurry. She reemerged and found him sitting at the table. "Well, now that you're decent, are you ready?" She filled a spare styrofoam cup and poured cream into it before sitting across from him at the table. "All my things are packed. What's going to happen to the furniture?" She sipped the hot drink and listened to the random crunches from the cats as they ate their breakfast. "Of course you can keep it, if you wish. I can easily have it moved to my home." She nodded and sighed. "What's wrong?" She shook her head and sat the cup on the table. "Ana, you cannot just say nothing to me. If something is wrong, I need to know. Any feelings, emotions, doubts, weird dreams, I need to be aware of." She sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. "Weird dreams like what?"

He walked over to her side of the table and crouched down next to her, looking into her eyes. "What did you dream?" She unfolded her arms and rested them on her knees as she leaned down to Henry. "I had a dream that I was in a strange house. Adam was there and then he was gone." She knew from her own experience in the past that a kiss and laying in bed with someone in her dreams shouldn't have some cryptic mystical dream meaning. "Was that all? Everything?" She felt her cheeks grow pink. She couldn't help her blushing if she wanted to. "No." He rested his hand on hers. "Tell me." She felt the butterflies in her stomach and sighed. "It was nothing. We kissed me, you fed on me, and we were laying next to each other in this weird bed." He nodded and stood up, returning to his chair. "Are you ready then, Ana?" She poured the rest of her coffee down the drain and threw away the cup. "Let's go."

The car rumbled down the road. It was gravel, bumpy, and long. There was a thick forest around the car as they followed the road out into the woods. "Almost there." She looked at Henry and then back out the window. Suddenly, the forest cleared and there was a house. White, walls made of glass, and a flat roof. The car slowed to a stop and Henry was on her side, opening her door. She stepped out and walked towards the front door. He pulled out keys and unlocked the locks, turned the handle, and pushed the door open. Everything looked modern. The kitchen was visible from the spot where she stood. She saw a silver fridge, wood counters with marble tops, a dream kitchen for most. "Come along. I'll show you to your room." We started up the stairs and he opened the door, allowing it to swing open.

It's really late. For me... But I'm sleepy. So I'm going to go to bed and I promise I'll post again tomorrow. Thank you so much for the replies and reviews. I don't think i could have been motivated to type more if it hadn't been for the knowledge that someone was actually reading it.

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