A/N:
Hi guys! I just wanted to say that I have gotten so MANY reviews in only a few days, and I am excited that even with the absence of the show, fans are still aching for some Vicki/Henry fun. Sorry my chapters are so short. I'm writing them presently, but having a tough time getting Vicki and Henry's "voices" right.
The inspiration from this chapter comes from yet another Jo Dee song, from the same album. She wrote alot of the songs based on a past relationship, so it works great for me!
Let me know if you want more!
Chapter 2: "You Were Just Here"
It's too soon, it's too soon
It still feels like:
You were just here
You were just holding me
I was alright
I never would have believed
That you'd go away
That you could just disappear
When you were just here
2:40 AM, Same Morning
A few miles away from Henry's condo, in a basement below a dark and abandoned bookshop, sat an ugly middle-aged man. This man was not what one would think of him. He was not human. He was cursed. Some believed him to be blessed. He was supernatural.
His kind were called empaths. He had the ability to sense other's emotions, and sometimes interconnect minds with that person. He was not a practioner of dark magic, but often times, demons and people of the dark arts captured empaths and enslaved them.
Nexus had been brought to this world for reasons unknown. Tonight, as he dreamt, things would be made clear. If he didn't do this task correctly, his master would surely kill him. Tonight, he would do whatever it takes to complete the task. Nexus went to his bed
Back in the cool and dark confines of Henry's condo, Vicki was asleep with a fitful dream. Tossing and turning, she wrinkled her brown in subconscious frustration.
The halls were narrow and dark, much like the institution where Kelly/Sydney Perkins attacked her after his/their psychotic break. Vicki was running, but at the moment, she couldn't figure out why.
Groping along the walls, she screamed, "Henry?" Oh god, where are you?There were stairs everywhere, but she couldn't reach them, and Vicki had a feeling if she could, she'd find Henry. She tried again to call out to him, " Henry! Please, answer me!"
Vicki ran and ran down the endless hallway until a large metal door loomed into focus. In the large class window, she could barely make out a face. As she ran closer, it became achingly familiar. "HENRY! Oh my god, what have they done to you?" His hands banged against the glass, blood pouring from the palms of his hands.
As Vicki finally reached the door, she noticed it was completely chained off. She banged against the glass in hopes of smashing it, but to no avail. The walls were barren, nothing to use as a weapon. "I'm gonna get you out, I promise." She gasped looking into his eyes. Wide-eyed with pain and confusion, Henry's entire body shook and he let out a roar as something came down from the ceiling and electrocuted him. A light shining from somewhere to his right reflected a bounty of cuts and bruises along his back and chest. He grunted and lifted his head to look her in the eye.
"Vicki, get the hell out of here! Someone is after you!" He looked at her as if it was clear as day.
"What the hell are you talking about? You're the one chained and being tortured!"
Henry struggled in his confines, and lunged towards the door, evident on his face, this caused him great pain. "Vicki, listen to me. This is not a dream. Someone has tapped into your subconscious and is manipulating your thoughts so they can locate you. You need to wake up!"
Getting frustrated, Vicki yanked on the doors again and shouted, " How the hell would you know, Henry? This is supposed to be my dream, isn't it?"
"I was in a hotel in Montreal when all of a sudden I awoke here, in this sunlit room. I may be 450 years old, but I am pretty damn sure I'm not stupid. If this were real, I would be dust right now."
That shut Vicki up quickly enough. She looked away from him, doing a half circle in frustration, and when she turned back, he was gone. Presumably- hopefully- he had woken up from this nightmare.
I reach out and you're not there
But I still feel you everywhere
No matter how much I try
Or how hard I cry
It still feels like
You were just here
You were just holding me
I was alright
I never would have believed
That you'd go away
That you could just disappear
When you were just here
Awaking with a violent jerk, Vicki gasped for air and ripped the covers off of her body. She and the bed were drenched in sweat, and she could hardly breath. Alone in Henry's former condo did not provide as much comfort as she had hoped. Dreaming with him did not help much with the whole " I-feel-guilty-that-I-betrayed-you-and-drank-your-blood-and-tainted-it-with-dark-magic-thing." Because it made her miss him even more, and she couldn't miss a man who was used to leaving people.
Yup, shower, now. As she prepared herself, she couldn't help but think of the irony while she placed her clothes in pile by the bed. She was there, naked, standing in Henry's bedroom, but he would never be there to see it. Rummaging around his closet for a towel, she found one and headed for a much needed cleansing.
Instead of a shower, Vicki did something she never did, and opted for a soak in the bathtub to relax a little more and soak her bundled nerves. After washing her hair and soaking for a good half hour, she climbed out of the large tub and dried herself off with the towel. Emotions bubbled in her chest and mind as she recounted that nightmare. It was so real… She thought.
Shrugging the thought off, Vicki tied the towel above her breasts and stood up. She rummaged around the cabinets for a brush or comb, grabbed a silver plated brush from the first drawer.
A sudden and familiar draft blew through the room and Vicki's heart lurched in her throat. Breath at her ear caused her to gasp, and appearing in the mirror was a face that she had missed more in an hour than anything else. Chin quivering and eyes wide, she looked at his eyes through the mirror, not saying a word, almost afraid to at the thought of his response and also rendered speechless. Mustering up her thoughts, her facial expression changed to hope and she whispered, "Henry."
You were just here
You were just holding me
I was alright
I never would have believed
That you'd go away
That you could just disappear
When you were just here...