Marjory awoke with a funny taste in her mouth. Where the hell was she? She glanced around, her vampire vision a little fuzzy but she could see just enough to know that she was in a dark room with nothing but a small cot. Her keen sense of smell told her she was in a musty basement. She could smell the rats scurrying around. She was thankful that she had taken three bags of blood earlier instead of the normal one or two.

She could hear heartbeats, at least two, in close proximity. She paced back and forth, someone was going to pay. Pierre!! Oh, poor Pierre! He would be so worried!! But more than that, he would angry. Pierre was very calm, very sweet. But he was after all, a predator. When it came to those he loved, he could be vicious. But it would be Vicki who would be murderous when it came to her mother, she was afraid.

Vicki was sweating and panting, the dream had been so real.

"My love," Henry tried to calm her, "It was only a dream. I'm sure she is fine."

She was already on her way to the shower, she had to get showered, dressed and go see her in person.

"No, it was too real and I've learned that in my world, that can be dangerous. Henry, I was so ugly to her.." Vicki sobbed softly.

Henry went to her and held her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head in his bare chest. He stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head.

Her cell phone ringing made Vicki jump.

She dove for it, hoping it was her mother.

She mouthed.."thank God.." to Henry and smiled and nodded. She was wiping the tears from her face when she flipped it open to answer it.

"Hey mom, I was just..." she stopped, her face fell.

"What..yes..okay Pierre..we'll be there in no time." She slammed her phone shut, threw it across the room and screamed.

"AHHHHHH!! I told you ..she's gone!! Someone took her..."Vicki was shaking uncontrollably.

Henry scooped her up and carried her to the shower. He had to calm her down.

She began beating his chest, flailing her arms and legs.

"LET ME GO DAMMIT!!"

He plopped her into the shower, turning the water on full force. Thankfully, she had already disrobed before the phone rang or her clothes would have gotten wet.

"HENRY!! STOP IT!! LET ME..." he stifled her scream with a kiss. He had climbed in with her and she still fought him, pounding his chest.

She finally relaxed...who could resist that kiss? Not even an angry Vicki could.

She melted into him, kissing him back with full force. When she pulled away, breathing heavily, her eyes were silver. Henry wasn't sure it was passion, anger or both but he smiled down at her moving a wet strand of hair from her face.

"I hate when you do that.." smiling back at him, lying of course.

"Are you calmed down now?"

"Yes, thank you but I've got to hurry. The more time that goes by, the chances..." she trailed off, getting under the shower to wash her hair. Henry was ripe with desire but knew this was not the time.

Vicki felt helpless, she had been rather selfish with her mother and now she was gone.

She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes but refused to let them fall. She was not going to cry, she was going to find her mother. After she finished washing her hair, with Henry washing her back for her very tenderly and romantically, she turned to face him.

He could smell her desire. She looked into his eyes, knowing he was restraining himself, she was having a difficult time not giving in to her own lust right now.

'Promise..we'll finish this later.." Henry nodded in understanding. Definitely later..

When Vicki and Henry arrived at the hotel, Pierre was waiting for them in the lobby. He explained that he had persuaded the clerk to let him view the surveillance tape. All he saw was a large man, in all black, enter through the front doors. He said there was no exit path.

"Fire escape.." Vicki said heading for the elevators. They got on with Pierre pushing the top floor button, the honeymoon suite. Damn!! Vicki really felt bad now. She crossed her arms over her chest, taking a cop stance. Old habits...

Pierre glanced over at Vicki, sensing her uneasiness.

"It is okay, Victoria, it is not your fault."

Vicki shifted her feet.

"I know but we had words today and I..well, I feel sorry for the fucker who has her." Vicki cleared her throat as she said it.

Pierre smiled.

"What?" Vicki frowned at him.

"It is nothing. Marjory told me that you are very, how shall I say it..forthcoming?"

"That's one way to put it." Henry added.

Vicki punched him making him stumble back and laugh at her.

The doors opened and Vicki stomped out ahead of them, her fists balled up at her sides.

She walked down to the ice machine. She looked at the spilled ice bucket, "I'm so sorry mom," she whispered to herself.

Both men watched her with keen interest. She was in full investigation mode, her eyes sweeping over the scene. They had not called the police, not yet. Pierre did not want undue attention drawn to them.

Vicki bent down, running her hands lightly over the carpet trying to pick up traces of anything. If there was anything magical used, she could at least sense that. A faint prickle.

She stood up and as she did, something glinted off of the ice machine.

It was a slimy residue. She bent over, sniffing it. It smelled sweet. She called the men over, asking them to smell it and see if they could determine what it was. Her senses were not as good as theirs.

Pierre stumbled back, Henry kept him from falling.

"What? What is it Pierre?" Vicki asked hoping for a miracle.

"It is a substance used to put vampires to sleep. To render them helpless for a bit. I have not seen it in many years. Have you Henry?"

Henry nodded no. Pierre said it was used in dark magic, it was called Sweet Dreams. Henry frowned at the dark magic reference.

"Some name." Vicki snickered.

Something evil had been here. Something wicked had taken Marjory.

Something was about to have their ass killed by Vicki Fitzroy...

The door to the room opened.

Marjory immediately knew who it was when she saw him.

"What..where have you been? I thought..I thought you were gone a long time ago." She stood there defiant, her hands on her hips.

He looked her over. She was stunning, young and beautiful. She had never looked so good.

He sniffed, he felt the growing life within her. He circled her, sniffing her as he did. She stiffened but never moved. She would not let him know how angry she was.

"Well, my little queen, it's been so long." he hissed out at her.

"You will be sorry." she hissed right back, her fangs slipping, her eyes bleeding to black.

"Oh, it is YOU who will be sorry." he said laughing.

"Wait until Vicki finds us..and my husband for that matter. But if I were you, I'd be more frightened of her." she said through clenched teeth and fang.

He was only inches from her face, "I can't wait until she does..."

She lunged at him only to be knocked backward onto the bed.

"I don't want to hurt you yet. I need your baby's essence so you will be kept alive for now..until she comes...then you both will be mine..you and Vicki.."

Marjory awoke with a funny taste in her mouth. Where the hell was she? She glanced around, her vampire vision a little fuzzy but she could see just enough to know that she was in a dark room with nothing but a small cot. Her keen sense of smell told her she was in a musty basement. She could smell the rats scurrying around. She was thankful that she had taken three bags of blood earlier instead of the normal one or two.

She could hear heartbeats, at least two, in close proximity. She paced back and forth, someone was going to pay. Pierre!! Oh, poor Pierre! He would be so worried!! But more than that, he would angry. Pierre was very calm, very sweet. But he was after all, a predator. When it came to those he loved, he could be vicious. But it would be Vicki who would be murderous when it came to her mother, she was afraid.

Vicki was sweating and panting, the dream had been so real.

"My love," Henry tried to calm her, "It was only a dream. I'm sure she is fine."

She was already on her way to the shower, she had to get showered, dressed and go see her in person.

"No, it was too real and I've learned that in my world, that can be dangerous. Henry, I was so ugly to her.." Vicki sobbed softly.

Henry went to her and held her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head in his bare chest. He stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head.

Her cell phone ringing made Vicki jump.

She dove for it, hoping it was her mother.

She mouthed.."thank God.." to Henry and smiled and nodded. She was wiping the tears from her face when she flipped it open to answer it.

"Hey mom, I was just..." she stopped, her face fell.

"What..yes..okay Pierre..we'll be there in no time." She slammed her phone shut, threw it across the room and screamed.

"AHHHHHH!! I told you ..she's gone!! Someone took her..."Vicki was shaking uncontrollably.

Henry scooped her up and carried her to the shower. He had to calm her down.

She began beating his chest, flailing her arms and legs.

"LET ME GO DAMMIT!!"

He plopped her into the shower, turning the water on full force. Thankfully, she had already disrobed before the phone rang or her clothes would have gotten wet.

"HENRY!! STOP IT!! LET ME..." he stifled her scream with a kiss. He had climbed in with her and she still fought him, pounding his chest.

She finally relaxed...who could resist that kiss? Not even an angry Vicki could.

She melted into him, kissing him back with full force. When she pulled away, breathing heavily, her eyes were silver. Henry wasn't sure it was passion, anger or both but he smiled down at her moving a wet strand of hair from her face.

"I hate when you do that.." smiling back at him, lying of course.

"Are you calmed down now?"

"Yes, thank you but I've got to hurry. The more time that goes by, the chances..." she trailed off, getting under the shower to wash her hair. Henry was ripe with desire but knew this was not the time.

Vicki felt helpless, she had been rather selfish with her mother and now she was gone.

She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes but refused to let them fall. She was not going to cry, she was going to find her mother. After she finished washing her hair, with Henry washing her back for her very tenderly and romantically, she turned to face him.

He could smell her desire. She looked into his eyes, knowing he was restraining himself, she was having a difficult time not giving in to her own lust right now.

'Promise..we'll finish this later.." Henry nodded in understanding. Definitely later..

When Vicki and Henry arrived at the hotel, Pierre was waiting for them in the lobby. He explained that he had persuaded the clerk to let him view the surveillance tape. All he saw was a large man, in all black, enter through the front doors. He said there was no exit path.

"Fire escape.." Vicki said heading for the elevators. They got on with Pierre pushing the top floor button, the honeymoon suite. Damn!! Vicki really felt bad now. She crossed her arms over her chest, taking a cop stance. Old habits...

Pierre glanced over at Vicki, sensing her uneasiness.

"It is okay, Victoria, it is not your fault."

Vicki shifted her feet.

"I know but we had words today and I..well, I feel sorry for the fucker who has her." Vicki cleared her throat as she said it.

Pierre smiled.

"What?" Vicki frowned at him.

"It is nothing. Marjory told me that you are very, how shall I say it..forthcoming?"

"That's one way to put it." Henry added.

Vicki punched him making him stumble back and laugh at her.

The doors opened and Vicki stomped out ahead of them, her fists balled up at her sides.

She walked down to the ice machine. She looked at the spilled ice bucket, "I'm so sorry mom," she whispered to herself.

Both men watched her with keen interest. She was in full investigation mode, her eyes sweeping over the scene. They had not called the police, not yet. Pierre did not want undue attention drawn to them.

Vicki bent down, running her hands lightly over the carpet trying to pick up traces of anything. If there was anything magical used, she could at least sense that. Nothing.

She stood up and as she did, something glinted off of the ice machine.

It was a slimy residue. She bent over, sniffing it. It smelled sweet. She called the men over, asking them to smell it and see if they could determine what it was. Her senses were not as good as theirs.

Pierre stumbled back, Henry kept him from falling.

"What? What is it Pierre?" Vicki asked hoping for a miracle.

"It is a substance used to put vampires to sleep. To render them helpless for a bit. I have not seen it in many years. Have you Henry?"

Henry nodded no. Pierre said it was used in dark magic, it was called Sweet Dreams. Henry frowned at the dark magic reference.

"Some name." Vicki snickered.

Something evil had been here. Something wicked had taken Marjory.

Something was about to have their ass killed by Vicki Fitzroy...

The door to the room opened.

Marjory immediately knew who it was when she saw him.

"What..where have you been? I thought..I thought you were gone a long time ago." She stood there defiant, her hands on her hips.

He looked her over. She was stunning, young and beautiful. She had never looked so good.

He sniffed, he felt the growing life within her. He circled her, sniffing her as he did. She stiffened but never moved. She would net let him know how angry she was.

"Well, my little queen, it's been so long." he hissed out at her.

"You will be sorry." she hissed right back, her fangs slipping, her eyes bleeding to black.

"Oh, it is YOU who will be sorry." he said laughing.

"Wait until Vicki finds us..and my husband for that matter. But if I were you, I'd be more frightened of her." she said through clenched teeth and fang.

He was only inches from her face, "I can't wait until she does..."

She lunged at him only to be knocked backward onto the bed.

"I don't want to hurt you yet. I need your baby's essence so you will be kept alive for now..until she comes...then you both will be mine..you and Vicki.."