It took an airport to get me writing again...tell me what you think.

~Crews

"Dad, I swear I'm fine," Kerry assured her father once again. Ethan and Kerry had entered the store and Kerry had immediately gone to the phone, ignoring Sarah who was making goo-goo eyes at Henry. "Yes, I know I'm irresponsible. Yeah, yeah…" She gave Ethan a look. He looked back, the picture of innocence. "You've said that," Kerry replied exasperated. "I'm with Sarah. You want to talk to her?" Kerry held her hand to the mouthpiece and called for Sarah. "He wants to talk to you."

Sarah tore herself away from Henry long enough to grab the phone and put it up to her ear.

"Kerry's here," she said after saying hello. "She's been hanging with me. Yeah I know. She should have called before this. Especially with what's happened," she said calmly while miming shooting the phone with her fingers. Henry chuckled. "Alright, take care." She handed the phone back to Kerry.

"See dad, I'm fine. Everything is fine," Kerry said. "I won't be home tonight either. I have to work! Yes, I'll come by after work." Once again, Kerry gave Ethan the look that said kill me now.

"Bye dad," Kerry said. "Goodbye!" She quickly slammed the phone into the cradle. "Why did you let me call him?" Kerry asked, turning to Ethan.

"You said you wanted to," he replied with a shrug.

"Yeah, well don't let me next time, okay?" Ethan shrugged again, turning to Henry. Henry and Sarah were once again flirting up a storm, Sarah laughing at whatever Henry had just said.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Where?" Sarah asked. Henry kept staring at her.

"Oh we're going to go and kill people," he said calmly. Kerry and Ethan tensed.

"Please. Fine, don't tell me. Are you going to come back?" she sighed.

"Definitely," Henry said in the same moment Ethan said no. They guys glared at each other.

"Let's go then," Kerry said cautiously. She had stepped in between them, knowing that it was a wasted effort. If they wanted to rip out each other's throats, she wouldn't be able to stop them. However, by moving into his field of vision, Kerry broke Ethan's concentration. He blinked and turned away.

"Bye Sarah," Henry called. He headed towards the door. "I'll be back later."

Once outside, Henry reeled around and got in Ethan's face. "Stop trying to control me," he whispered vehemently. "Not everything revolves around you."

"You're a fool if that's what you think," Ethan replied just as angrily. "You're the one who got yourself into this mess. Like you said earlier, I don't even need to help you!" The mention of earlier brought Kerry's dream back to mind. Why had she dreamed something weird like that?

"Don't help me then!" Henry exclaimed. He turned and started down the street. Within seconds he was gone, swallowed into the shadows of the buildings.

"This is probably a bad time to bring this up, but," Kerry began tentatively. Ethan whirled around, his face composed into his unreadable mask.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice just a tiny bit clipped.

"I had a dream, when you put me to sleep and it was really weird…"

"That's impossible," Ethan replied, turning towards the car. "Humans can't have dreams when they are under the hypnosis." He unlocked the passenger's door and held it open for her. She ducked in. He was beside her in his own seat a few seconds later.

"But I did, and you were there and we were at my school, but the people there weren't students. They all spoke French and dressed like they were from another time period. Something similar to the 1600's maybe." Ethan had tensed up once more when she mentioned the date.

"How do you know?" he questioned. He bore down on her, his eyes intense.

"Pictures from history," she answered calmly. Ethan was so moody. He had to have a split personality.

"You said I was in it? What was I doing?" he asked. His eyes were still just as intense, but they now held what appeared to be knowing. He knows what I'm going to say, Kerry realized.

"You were bowing down to this man who was sitting on this throne…" She started.

"What did he look like?!" Ethan interrupted loudly. She glared at him.

"I couldn't see him. He was in the shadows." Ethan leaned his head back against the seat, pinching the bridge of his nose with his first finger and thumb. "What's wrong?"

"This is worse than I thought," he whispered. "Henry doesn't just have these little would be hunters after him. He knows."

"Who?" Kerry asked. She could feel an ominous knot forming in her stomach.

"Father."

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"Are you sure he went this way?" Kerry asked for the millionth time. They had been driving around the city for an hour. Because Ethan was going just below one hundred miles per hour, they had circled the entire span of the city three times. Ethan didn't respond, like he had for the last half hour. Since Kerry had learned who "Father" was.

"Father is the oldest vampire. Ever," Ethan had said. "He was the first. Without him, I wouldn't be here, Henry wouldn't be here. When he gets involved, people, both human and vampire, usually die."

After his little speech, Ethan had sped out of the parking lot in pursuit of Henry with Kerry asking trivial irrelevant questions the whole time.

Kerry couldn't believe that she had gotten pulled into this again. You asked for this, that annoying little voice reminded her. True, yet Ethan needn't have appeared to oblige her request. I need to be careful what I ask for, Kerry grumbled to herself.

Watching out the window, Kerry noticed a tall figure walking down the alley. "Ethan, there he is!" she cried, pointing. Ethan slammed on the brakes, causing the car to skid and turn back. Parking at the mouth of the alley, he jumped out of the car, Kerry right behind him.

"Henry!" he called. The figure stopped. Slowly, Henry turned around. He didn't look happy.

"You're not supposed to chase me," he called back.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't except Father has become a player," he retorted.

"How do you know?" Henry questioned. Kerry was a little confused by his question. That hadn't been the reaction Ethan had given.

"Kerry dreamed it when I made her sleep. Now will you come back now?" Ethan responded. He seemed agitated. Henry seemed to have stopped looking. He was looking at Kerry with a perplexed expression.

"She did?"

"Yes, now let's go." Henry looked at Ethan. Kerry couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw him smirk.

"I don't think so," he said, stepping forward. Ethan tensed.

"What is this?" Ethan demanded coldly. He grabbed Kerry's hand and pulled her closer to him. She looked behind her and saw three people, two men and a woman, blocking the car. Turning back, she found that two more had flanked Henry from behind.

"You like my performance?" Henry asked. He kept moving forward. "I can't believe you actually fell for it. You surprise me Michel." The two men behind him started to follow, but Henry stopped them with a hand gesture. "Like I would betray my biggest secret to anyone. Well, except you, Kerry," he continued with a glance at Kerry. "And that was only to throw you off. I'm not as immature as I was when you turned me Michel. I also wasn't that great of an actor, but I've had a lot of time to practice." He smiled. It wasn't his cute goofy smile. This one held menace in it. His eyes danced in the minimal light.

"Now," he continued. He was about five feet from them now. "You're to come with me. Both of you."

"Kerry doesn't have anything to do with this," Ethan countered. "Let her go." Henry laughed.

"Of course she does," he replied. "And you don't even know what it is I'm taking you in for."

"Where are you taking us?" Kerry asked surprised that her voice hadn't quivered. She was scared of this almost evil version of Henry.

"Sweet Kerry," he answered evilly, his eyes brighter than she had ever seen them. "We're going to see Father."