Chapter 4 - Angry Management

Henry left the building desperately needing to put space between himself and Vicki after what he had just heard. He had no memory of the first time they made love, Henry didn't count what had happened the night Astaroth was defeated, the rape. God how did things get so complicated, even for a vampire.

Henry scented the air, his anger fueling the blood lust. Hunting, he needed the hunt to burn off the dark emotions within.

"Will you be needing anything else" asked the doorman stepping away from Henry's car.

Shaking his head, too angry to even speak to him Henry slammed the door and sped off towards the seedier parts of the city.

"Boy I wouldn't want to get in his way tonight" mumbled John the doorman walking back inside the building.

Vicki's POV

Vicki agitated couldn't sleep. God she was such a fool, so bloody stupid. Why oh why did she tell him. If that box was to appear in the room right now she would be sorely tempted to open it just to reset the day. She knew how he felt about dark magic and for her to have used it like that was wrong. They had been through so much together she hoped those bonds could help them through this, they had to.

Henry's POV

Cruising to a stop near a well known corner for hookers Henry parked his car in a place he knew would attract unwanted attention from the locals. A pretty boy in a fancy car stopping where he shouldn't be. Sure enough trouble came his way in the form of one 6.4" guy built like a line backer who came over stood in front of him, invading his body space.

"You got a problem" he asked sneering at Henry. "If its boys you want their one block over, nice smooth hairless ones for you huh"

"How do you know that your not my type" replied Henry looking him up and down.

The tall thug stumbled back a few steps from Henry, terrified at something he saw in those eyes. "Hey buddy, I was joking right!" he moved back further turned and fled into the night.

Henry slumped against his car the need to hurt, terrorize and feed disappearing and shame filling its place. God since when did Henry Fitzroy stoop to this. Climbing back into his car he reached for his cell phone and called one Mike Celluci.

"Mike, where do you want to meet" asked Henry leaning his head back against the seat.

"The Deadhead Club, on 5th and Jason, I'll meet you there in 30 minutes"

Henry pulled away from the curb glad that the beast hadn't won and he didn't kill.