Henry paced his apartment and wondered if he would ever see this woman. The more he paced the angrier and frustrated he became.
"Who are you?" Henry growled. Finally, he could no longer contain his rage and out he went. He blindly forged into the night to satiate a hunger he could no longer control. Finding a lovely young woman, he took her into the back of a loud club and began to kiss her forcefully. His hands groped her and initially, she returned the favor.
"You're one hot, sexy man," the woman purred into his ear as she bit his neck. Henry's eyes darkened, his fangs dropped and when the music hit a crescendo, he bit and drank. His hardened member twitched with excitement but the woman eyes grew wide and she gasped.
"Please," she pled with Henry, her fingers digging into his leather jacket, "you're…ow…hurting me…" the woman gulped, tears trailed down her cheek but Henry held tight as he gulped. Her blood tasted of fear and copper and this fueled Henry's desire to continue to feed from the frightened girl. When he felt her begin to go limp, he knew he had almost gone too far and he stopped. Laving her wounds closed, he used his vampire voice and whispered into her ear that she had passed out drunk and would remember nothing. Sitting her into a darkened corner, Henry fled the club in need of release. Upon entering his condo, Henry peered into the darkness hoping to see this woman he didn't know but craved. Seeing nothing as he guessed and knew he wouldn't, he once again headed to the shower. Peeling off his clothe, he closed his eyes and thought of her again. He groaned and stepped under the hot water.
"Who are you?" he whispered, his fangs still extended and eyes black as night. Reaching down to take himself in his own hands, he began slowly at first, stroking and rolling his sensitive tip. Using one hand to brace himself, he laid his forehead on the shower wall and moved in rhythm to his hand, wondering and fantasizing what it would be like to be inside of this beautiful woman. He could imagine her wet walls, her firm breasts as he massaged and twirled them in his mouth and he imagined himself slamming into her as he brought her to the edge over and over. His ministrations became more aggressive, faster, harder and more intense. Soon, he roared his release, his head back and hand working himself over until he was spent.
"I must find you," Henry horsed out as he panted.
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Vicki watched as she and Mike took walks, kissed, held hands and sparred with each other. She remembered the many dinners they had while working cases late into the night. The look on Mike's face when she talked was something Vicki didn't remember. His eyes were full of desire and love, his smile showing what his heart felt and he looked truly happy. Vicki felt badly, she didn't think she'd ever loved Mike as much as he loved her. More than that, she knew she didn't and she knew the biggest part of that problem was that she refused to let herself love Mike that much. She wanted to love him deeply but was afraid. Now, as she watched her life slip away before her eyes, she regretted that. However, she thought to herself had she stayed with Mike, she might never have met Henry. That would mean that she would need to admit feelings for Henry. No, that she wasn't ready to do but it would need to be addressed. Vicki felt empty, for the first time in a long time, she felt dark and empty.
"I'd like to move on," Vicki suddenly asked Dagon.
"Vicki, what is it? Your tone has changed, what's going on?" Dagon felt the shift in Vicki's emotions but she couldn't quite place what was going on.
"I'm just ready to move forward, please," Vicki told her with true sincerity.
"Alright, before we make a final decision, I want to take you to when you first met Henry," Dagon told her.
"Why?"
"It's important, when you see things from a different perspective, it changes everything," Dagon assured her.
"Fine, whatever," Vicki rolled her eyes.
Vicki braced herself for the moment she met Henry although at the time, she didn't actually know she'd met him because he knocked her unconscious. Dagon took her to the condo where Vicki was asleep on the couch. Vicki watched in amazement as Henry, ever the gentleman, tenderly brushed her hair away from her face while she slept.
"Do you see the look in his eyes?" Dagon asked.
Vicki nodded a yes and asked why.
"That's a look of love at first sight," Dagon told her. Although Vicki saw it too, she wouldn't admit it, not just yet.
"I don't believe in that. How can you love someone without knowing them?"
"How does a mother love her unborn child?" Dagon shot back.
"That's different," Vicki clicked her tongue.
"How so?"
"Well," Vicki stammered then said with confidence, "because the child and the mother are united, they share a body, blood, stuff like that."
"But, the mother has not seen the child, it's just a blob to her," Dagon then added, "true love is unconditional Vicki. It doesn't matter how well you know someone, you just feel it." Just then, the past Vicki woke up and soon, Vicki was witnessing the first time she'd met Henry as an outsider looking in. She watched and smiled to herself knowing full well that this young man, this Henry, had intrigued her and peaked her interest. She'd acted blasé but inside, she wanted to know more and knew that this was someone she would love to get to know, in more ways than one.
"Alright, so I've seen it, now what?" Vicki did her best to sound non-plussed.
Dagon turned, "Now, you get a day without them knowing you. Just call if you need me," she added with a wry smile.
"What?" Vicki's eyes went wide.
Dagon took Vicki's hand and before Vicki could open her mouth to protest, she was standing the Mike's precinct.
Vicki glanced around at the buzz of activity, "Son of a bitch…"
