A/N I own nothing but Liz and my own plotline. Sorry for the wait. Read and review please!
As flesh impacted with flesh Henry's eyes turned coal black, and fangs descended as a snarl ripped from his throat. His mind perceived a threat, an offense, something to be dealt with swiftly and removed from his world. He launched himself at Vicki before anyone else in the room could bat an eyelash, let alone get in his way. His fingers pressed into her throat, slamming her against the door, which closed under the force. The beast had reached the surface before he could get it under control and reason was lost. He looked into the eyes of the woman before his, his prey, and saw them soften, if only for a second. Then the look of hatred threatened to pierce his soul once more, daring him to proceed. Suddenly, for the second time in less than five minutes, he felt himself hit, this time from behind.
"HENRY. GET. THE. FUCK. OFF. OF. MY. MOTHER!" Liz screamed at him pounding her fists into his back as each word was spat out. She had no idea what was going on between the two of them, but at this point she couldn't care less. She had never seen this side of him emerge, and truth be told she was a little scared, but he was hurting her mother and she was NOT going to stand for it, regardless of what he could do to her. Deep down she knew he would not hurt her, if only because of the pregnancy, but also hoped his feelings for her were strong enough to tame his fury.
Henry forcefully let go of Vicki and whirled around. His anger turned to shock when he turned to face an almost identical expression of rage, the facial characteristics so similar a common man would not have easily been able to tell which woman was which. He felt the beast roaring for release, but his mind finally won its battle, seeing the future mother of his child; his Liz. His eyes once again returned to their brilliant blue, teeth only slightly sharper than those of a human's.
"Liz, I'm so sorry, I…" Henry started, unsure of what to say. He had never meant to lose himself like that, to scare her or threaten her family. This can't be happening, he thought to himself.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to Henry," Liz said icily, hands on her hips in classic Vicki Nelson stance. God, how could he have missed it. "You almost KILLED my mother," Liz said, her voice raised in a hardly unrecognizable tone. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, Vicki," Henry muttered, staring at the ground, feeling more than a little bit like a child reprimanded by his mother. "I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, are you alright?" Henry's voice was sincere, but to show he was being truthful he offered a hand to Vicki, who was still crouched on the floor where she had fallen when he let go.
Vicki ignored him, pulling herself up using the doorknob, still glaring. Liz walked over to her to stand by her side, facing Henry, who felt as if the furies were watching him, deciding his fate. After inspecting her mother's neck for marks, and being reassured by Vicki, she turned to her father, who stood silent in the center of the room with his flask in one hand, the one he always seemed to carry for "emergencies only." Looking at him, but speaking to the room in general she stated bluntly, "Now, will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?"