Southern Charm

Written by Hellz Blaze, first written 2008

Chpt 10

Henry woke with a gasp, his senses filling with the familiarity of his own place. One thing that was decidedly missing though was Vicki's steady heartbeat beside him. Turning to look at the place she had occupied when he went to bed he found a note scribbled on one of the pages from her notebook on the pillow beside him.

Henry,

Sorry I am not here to greet you when you get up. The station called and needed a formal statement and to tell me that I could collect the medal from the evidence locker.

Meet me at the Mount Pleasant Cemetery at 9. Row 14 plot 25. That is where the family reburied Domtar. We will give him back his medal.

See you soon.

Love,

V

Henry checked the time, it was just before 8. He had lots of time to get ready and then meet her. Stripping the bed he re-made it in record time with his favourite set of crimson sheets in hopes that the night would turn out as he hoped. He felt the beast within him stir as desire gripped him tightly. Pushing it back down he glided into the bathroom to prepare for his evening with the woman of his dreams, or rather would be if Vampires actually dreamt.

Thirty minutes later, Henry's black Jag wound its way through Toronto's busy streets and pulled into the cemetery. He found Vicki and to his surprise Mr. Carmichael waiting for him at the gravesite.

"Do you honestly want a ghost haunting you for the rest of your days Mr. Carmichael? You saw the type of damage he could do to your home," Vicki's angry tone floated over the soft breeze as Henry exited the car.

"That medal has been in my family for generations! You can't expect me to let you bury it in some old grave!" The older man angrily snapped back as Vicki held the medal out of Carmichael's reach.

Henry was by Vicki's side in an instant and glared at Carmichael, "That is it, isn't it? You are the descendant of the people that kept Domtar's medal from him. He had nothing to do with the ambush it was proven!"

"Nonsense! He was a double agent! He caused the deaths of so many! My ancestor was one of those men that died that day. His wife never forgave the man that had led them to their deaths! Domtar will never have that medal as long as there is breath in my body!" Carmichael cried out lunging for Vicki in attempt to get the medal back.

Henry intercepted him and easily over powered Carmichael. As the vampire stood over Carmichael's prone body, growling at the man to stay down, a heavy wind picked up suddenly and the spectre of Private First Class Robert Domtar appeared.

Robert looked to Vicki who still had the medal clutched tightly in her hand. "That medal is rightfully mine. I delivered the message that Corporal Thane could not."

Carmichael stopped glowering and looked at Robert, "Corporal Thane? What do you mean you delivered the message that Corporal Thane could not?"

Vicki looked at Robert and then Henry in confusion. "Who is Corporal Thane and what do you know about him Carmichael?" Vicki snapped at the man on the ground.

"Corporal Thane was my ancestor's brother. He was shot returning from the North with vital information," Carmichael supplied.

Robert nodded, "Corporal Thane was shot as we were headed through the Northern occupied forest 15 miles from our camp. They were attempting to take over a fort there, the Corporal myself and one other were sent out with messages to our battalion about the siege and the troop movements in the area. Three messengers, three sets of the same message. The other man was shot when he took too long turning a corner, the Corporal was shot in the back as we tried to loose them in the forest. I was not killed as I had tripped ahead of the Corporal and the shot missed me. It caused me to loose my satchel with the messages down a ravine. I went back for the Corporal. He gave me his satchel and ordered me to run, to deliver the messages. Which I did! The medal is mine!"

Carmichael paled in the dim light. "Everything that we thought… everything that we knew was wrong. It wasn't the person carrying the messages, it was the messages themselves." Carmichael looked at Robert. "I am sorry… so sorry…" Carmichael shakily rose to his feet and stumbled off to his car as he tried to come to grips with the wrong that had been done to the Private because of the war and his family.

Vicki looked after Carmichael as he got into his car and drove away, "Will he be alright?"

Henry slipped an arm around her waist, "He will be."

She nodded and knelt before the grave stone. Digging a small hole in the grass with the small spade she brought she buried the medal at the base of the stone. Once finished she stepped back and looked at Robert. The Private's visage had changed from the tortured soul with a snapped neck to a proud officer of the Southern army.

"Many thanks, Miss Nelson," Robert saluted her and then vanished.

Vicki and Henry smiled at the spot where Robert stood and then headed back to Henry's Jag. "Can I interest you in a cheesy movie and popcorn back at my place Vicki?" Henry asked lightly, trying to bring her out of the slightly melancholy mood that the whole situation had seemed to settle.

"Sounds good Henry," Vicki agreed and they headed back to his place.

"Dracula 2000, really Henry?" Vicki smirked as then entered his condo and shed their jackets and shoes.

"I have been wanting to see this since it came out, but it was always out of stock!" he waved the rental DVD in her direction.

Vicki laughed and shook her head as Henry popped the DVD into the machine and pushed play. She waited until the popcorn was popped before joining him on the couch. It wasn't long before Henry actually became engrossed in the movie. It was a different take on the way the world viewed Vampires and for a devout Catholic like Henry to think that Dracula, the 'sire' of the entire line of vampires was actually Judas was a bit of a treat. Vicki spent most of her time watching Henry as he became entranced with the images on screen. She could picture him as the sexy Vampire out for the daughter of his lineage and wanting to bring her into the fold.

As Dracula on screen began to make love to his next victim on the ceiling Vicki murmured, "I wonder if you do that, on the ceiling thing."

She was amazed that Henry didn't even seem to acknowledge the opening she gave him to offer if she wanted to find out. Spending three nights in his company and three days in his arms in sleep, she wanted to continue where they had left off when Mike had interrupted them the other day. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she slid off the couch and stood while pulling her sweater off and took a few steps in front of Henry and off to his bedroom, dropping the sweater in his line of vision and sauntering off.

Henry blinked as something light grey fell to the floor in front of him, focusing on it he saw that it was Vicki's sweater. "Vicki?" He trailed off as he turned to look at her and his voice caught. She was standing just inside his bedroom sliding her t-shirt up and over her head, letting her hair cascade loosely about her shoulders. She was wearing a corset again, this time in black with hints of pink like the bra he once saw when they were trying to capture Emmanuel.

Vicki looked over her shoulder seductively and dropped her shirt on the floor before disappearing behind the door. Henry could smell her arousal clouding his senses, her heartbeat like thunder in his ears. He absently grabbed the remote and turned off the video, before using his speed to enter his bedroom. Henry didn't immediately see her as he entered but spun around as he heard the doors click shut behind him. His eyes widened and the beast within growled with want. There stood Vicki, clad only in the black and pink corset, black lace undies and black and pink garters. Her honeyed locks spread about her shoulders in soft waves that just begged to have his hands run through them. She sauntered forward and placed both hands on his chest and shoved. Henry found himself falling onto the bed with a light bounce as she crawled up on top of him, straddling but not touching yet.

"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," she drawled and gently kissed his lips, "Are you going to be a stranger I can depend on my good sir?"

Henry smiled winningly at Vicki and kissed her lightly on the lips in return, "I think that I might be persuaded to oblige," he drawled back and rested his hands on her silk covered hips.

"My, my, my, you are wearing too many clothes my good sir," she whispered and kissed along his jaw to the collar of his button down as her fingers nimbly undid each button with her lips trailing along in their wake.

Henry growled deep in his chest and using his speed and reflexes left his shirt and pants to land in heaps on the floor leaving him in crimson silk boxers and Vicki now underneath him instead of above. He pressed against her just as she rose to meet him, twin moans escaping their mouths as their bodies touched and lips caresses lips.

"No more interruptions, my dear Southern Belle," Henry whispered against her jaw, the beast within rejoiced at the breathy moans she was gifting his sensitive ears with, "no more waiting, no more teasing, tonight… tonight you are mine."

"Henry…" Vicki gasped as he ran his cool fingers under the edge of her corset and trailed them over her stomach as she caressed his back. The corset came off and the garters to leave her in nothing but her small black undies. Henry caressed Vicki with lips, tongue and fingers, mapping ever part of her body and filling her senses with only his touch. Hooking a couple fingers into the flimsy material of her panties he showed some strength when they ripped and shredded away from her body.

Vicki gasped at the display of strength and growled in return. Flipping Henry over she straddled him and smirked as her hands grasped the top of his boxers at his belly button running the backs of her fingers over the skin there. "You will have to pay for those…" she mumbled against his lips.

"Gladly," Henry breathed as he grasped her hips and drew lazy circles with his thumbs.

Vicki pulled away from his lips and smirked devilishly, "On the other hand, turn about is fair play."

Henry's eyes widened at the sound of silk tearing. He looked down between them and saw the two halves of his boxers in her hands. The beast howled in pleasure at the strength that she showed. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to be forceful to get it. Vicki was not a fragile thing to be treated like glass, she could take it how he gave it and not be afraid of her breaking. Lips and tongues, hands and fingers grappled for dominance as they rolled back and forth over Henry's king sized bed stroking, caressing, groping sending them both into a higher state of arousal that Henry had only experienced a very few times in his life.

The battle for dominance ended when he managed to pin her arms above her head, their fingers entwined, her thighs parted widely on either side of his as he nudged her entrance with the very swollen head of his cock.

Vicki locked gazes with Henry, her grey-blue eyes baring into his deep blue each others soul laid bare for the other as Henry entered her with one long push. Vicki's eyes threatened to close at the feeling, but she kept them open as he entered her, splitting her open and searching out depths which had not yet been explored. She swore her heart stopped as he pressed in and only started again when he was fully seated within her welcoming body. As they stared into each other's eyes it was as if two halves of the same whole were connecting after long last.

Henry rolled his hips and Vicki's eyes fluttered. He leaned down to kiss her gently as he pulled out of her warm welcoming depths only to push back in a moment later just as the head was the only thing left in her. They both groaned at the feeling and Vicki nodded as she slipped her legs over his hips giving him just a little bit more depth. "I can take it Henry, I won't break," Vicki breathed out.

Their pace started out slowly, but then grew to a fevered pitch as Henry confirmed that Vicki could take as much as he could put out and still screamed for more, harder and faster. All Vicki could do was hang on as Henry pistoned in and out of her with the force of a jack hammer. She could tell that they were both reaching the point of no return and welcomed it with open arms. Sliding one hand from Henry's she slid it up his arm and into his hair, gripping almost painfully she watched his eyes bleed to black and his fangs descend. Using the grip that she had in his hair, she brought his lips to her neck and arched into him as he slipped his fangs into her vein and sent her over the edge as lights sparked across her vision as she orgasmed harder than she ever had before in her life.

Henry's vision also sparked fireworks as he drank from Vicki in the throws of her passion. It was so intense that it caused him to spill himself into her spasming body with only a couple more thrusts. Her grip in his hair was painful, but it just sweetened the pleasure that was coursing through both of their bodies. He only took just enough to slate the thirst of the beast before licking the wounds closed as they both panted, trying to bring air into their lungs like bellows.

Their sweat soaked skin slid sensuously over one another as after a little while he pulled his softening member from her still twitching body. Henry caressed her face, pulling stray strands from her cheeks as Vicki threaded her hands through his damp hair. Kissing languidly and cuddling Vicki started to giggle.

"What is it my love?" Henry asked, delighting in the free sound of her laugher.

Vicki smiled up at Henry, "No ceiling sex, but it sure felt like I was floating."

Henry laughed deep and rumbling and pulled her close. "That it did my dearest, floating indeed."

They shared a contented smile before snuggling back down and simply enjoying each others company. Tomorrow was another day, but tonight, tonight was all theirs.