Henry knew something was terribly wrong but wasn't sure exactly what it was. Surely Christina was not stupid enough to take Vicki or to even show back up in his city? Then again, Christina wasn't know for her tact or willingness to listen to reason nor her fear of anyone or anything. While lost in thought trying to figure out what might be happening, Henry's phone rang. Seeing it was Mike, he contemplated before answering wondering if he should let it go to voicemail.
"What do you want detective?" Henry spat into the phone without so much as a hello.
"Listen, Fitzroy, I know we have this hate-hate relationship but the one thing we agree on is our love for Vicki so listen up. I heard what Carl said and I think I might have found the plumbing company, it's over by the pier. You want in or not?"
"Yes." short and not sweet but an answer.
"Alright, what about these murders? You think it's Christina?" Mike asked. Henry knew about the murders when ever faithful Coreen had filled him in. She didn't want him blindsided by Mike in the event something horrific should occur. Mike was less then thrilled when he found out Coreen had warned Henry, as Mike put it. Coreen had reminded him that Henry wouldn't do those things.
"I don't know if it's Christina or not, but if it is, if she has Vicki.." Mike cut Henry off.
"If she has Vicki, this time she's mine, you got that?" Mike told him while Henry ground his teeth and said nothing for a moment. The silence on the line was deafening.
"Fitzroy? You there?" Mike growled out.
"Yes detective but I must tell you, I can't offer any promises that I won't take care of her this time. I should have done it a long time ago," Henry told him.
"Yeah, you should have," Mike gave him the address and asked that he meet him there. Henry was only five minutes out and knew he would be there long before Mike. Both of them hung up without telling each other good-bye, no love lost on either.
"Please be okay Vicki," Henry whispered out loud.
"HELLOOO?? Vomit here! Can I get a rag or something? You need to untie me if you aren't going to help me out," Vicki was spitting out the remaining bile as nothing else was in her stomach at that point. The young man, David he had finally told her, handed her a wet towel that wasn't too clean smelling but would have to work.
"Can you at least untie my hands? Unless you want to do the honors?" she held up her wrists alluding to having him clean her up. That bitch Christina was back, just great! Vicki thought to herself. Anger at Henry for not killing her the first time she was here boiled through Vicki once more. Her life and possibly that of her baby's was in danger because of Henry's hesistance and some twisted loyalty he felt toward Christina. Her baby...Vicki couldn't comprehend those words right now.
"You ain't gonna try nothing funny are ya?" he asked.
"Who me? Nah, I just barfed, I have no energy. Besides, I have no idea where the hell I am nor where I would go," she smiled convincingly. Slowly, never taking his eyes off her face, he untied he wrists then jumped back to watch her clean up. She sighed, closed her eyes and lay the cool rag on her face. A sudden thought struck her. If she was truly pregnant with Henry's baby, and it was a longshot, shouldn't she be careful? Should she risk trying to flee and possibly losing it? Then again, if it was Dahak's, she wouldn't care if she lost it. Was that normal? Her mind was so conflicted at that point she didn't know what to do. She decided to make small talk hoping to get this kid to open up to her and see what the plan was.
"So, I take it you must be David Lowery," he nodded in response to her question. He wondered to himself how she knew his last name was Lowery but then figured if she was half the PI he thought she was, he didn't need to ask.
"Wanna tell me what's been happening? Your mom is really worried you know, shouldn't do that to your mom," like Vicki had room to talk.
"Yeah, I know," he said softly. Vicki continued to push hoping he'd feel secure enough to talk or at least keep him talking until help arrived.
"David, why are you so sick looking? Has Christina been feeding from you?" her hand moved underneath her feet to try and untie her ankles without him noticing.
"Yeah she has, but I wanted it you know. I want to be vampire," he said his eyes lighting up but quickly becoming sad again.
"Well, I wanted to but she's so...so.." he struggled for the right words. Vicki offered a few.
"Bitchy? Mean? Vile? Evil?"
A gust of wind signaled Christina's entrance.
"How lovely, Vicki, such nice things you say about me," Christina smiled.
"Told ya I didn't like ya, what part of that didn't you get at our first little get together?" Vicki shot back her as defiantely as Vicki was able to muster.
Christina was in front of Vicki in a flash, her finger under her chin as she forced Vicki to look at her.
"We'll see how brave you are when I'm draining your body of life, Vicki."
"Go to hell!" she yelled.
Christina's hand was the last thing Vicki's line of vision caught before her blood spattered face hit the floor...