Ok, so the dream won out over sleep, so here you go.

Please read with caution. Please remember that my stories write themselves and I did not intend for this to be this intense.

Vicki dreaming is in BOLD

Henry Fitzroy was laying in bed feeling content for the first time in many lifetimes

Henry Fitzroy was laying in bed feeling content for the first time in many lifetimes. He looked at the beautiful woman he had laying next to him. She had her hand tangled in his hair; her head was on his shoulder and facing towards him. He could feel her breath on his body and it was nearly driving him insane. As he lay there he started thinking about when they met that night at the bar and everything they had been through together. He laughed quietly to himself as he remembered the case with the zombies and how she almost staked him. She would most certainly be the death of him one day, but it would be worth it, as long as it means she stayed in his life till the end.

His thoughts strayed to the case where Vicki went under cover at the clinic. He wasn't sure what he would have done if she had stayed there long enough and the procedure was done on her and she ended up pregnant with Celluci's kid. He looked grimly at the sleeping angel next to him and realized he could never give her that. He suddenly felt very empty and then the hunger started to rise. He slowly tried to shift her away from him so he could leave and hunt. The more he thought about all he couldn't be for her, the more the beast demanded attention. He wondered whom was he kidding, he's a vampire, he could never be anything for her, he wasn't even a warm body for her to lie next to.

The kids were fast asleep and she worriedly paced the floor. Every night it was the same, every night she would say a silent prayer that he'd get run over by a carriage and wouldn't come home. She glanced out the window, afraid that any minute he'd be coming up the walk. She hated him now. It never used to be this way, they used to be happy, and she didn't know how they ended up here. Then she saw him, and her fear caused her heart to beat rapidly in her chest.

As he went to crawl out of the bed he heard her heartbeat begin to speed up, he looked over at her thinking maybe she was starting to wake. He watched her for a moment and realized she was still asleep. He wondered what was going on and began to worry.

As he walked in the door she could smell the whiskey on him. That meant tonight would be particularly unpleasant. At least when he wasn't drunk, he was nice afterwards. She knew he could be vicious when he was like this. Without hesitation, he walked over to her and grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her to the bedroom. She knew there was no use fighting him that would only make things worse. He threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her fiercely. As he unfastened his pants and reached to lift her skirt, she decided to fight back. She couldn't take another night of this.

Henry could smell the fear on her. He began to get scared for her and tried to wake her. He shook her and called her name repeatedly but got no response Panic began to overtake him as he began to feel helpless as he continued without success to try to wake her. He sat there, tears filling his eyes as he heard her cries of pain and helplessness. His heart broke when he saw the tears leak from her still sleeping eyes.

She unsuccessfully fought him to the end. This was the worst beating yet. She was unsuccessful at stopping him from getting what he wanted. She lay there sobbing afterwards, trying to remember the times when they loved each other and thought they would be together forever. She was lost in her thoughts and her tears as he gave a good final smack. That did it, as the back of her head hit the back of the bed. The last thing she heard before she died was an angry voice saying "STAY AWAY FROM MY MOM" and a loud crack.

It seemed like hours had passed before she woke with a gasp and found herself in Henry's strong protective arms. She clung tightly to him and continued to cry. He held her, rocked her, stroked her hair, and whispered to her.

"Shhhh. I'm here. You're going to be ok, I'm here." He tried to whisper soothingly over and over again to her.

After a much needed break (or a drink or two), I will hopefully get the next one up tonight. I promise the next one will not be so grim.

As always reviews are welcome, good or bad. Please, review cause I'm worried about this one. Was it too much?