A/N:Alright readers, here is Chap 3.2! I had to rework alot of parts, but this is it. Sorry you waited, but I promise it was worth it.
Enjoy.
9:45 PM One Week Later
Sometimes I have to tell myself to keep on breathing
My heart is not believing you're gone
I try hard to remind myself time will do the healing
'Cause right now I'm not feeling all that strong
Vicki stood silently at the window of her office, propped up by her elbow and hip. Emotionally, she was a wreck, and she didn't doubt that it showed on the outside, being that her life had once again changed drastically in a matter of moments. Barely hanging by a thread, it took all that she had left not to break down.
It had been well over a week, and that dream of/with/because of Henry was burned into the back of Vicki's eyes, and his anger still rang in her ears. The look of pure animosity and hurt in his features nearly ten days ago still made her heart cringe. Why was he so angry with me?
Frustration overtook Vicki for a moment, and she turned from the window, wiping a hand across her brow and habitually pinching the bridge of her nose. There were still so many unanswered questions she had for Henry, especially about that damn dream. The room began to spin, and Vicki, needing air, stormed out of the office, grabbing her coat to meet the cool, dark streets of Toronto
Everything's a memory
And they're taunting me
Just one simple thing
And I'll break down and cry
After wandering around the city for a few hours in the pitch black and cold, Vicki made her way back to her side of town. She knew she was headed towards Henry's street, but she chose to ignore it, in fear that she might break down. Wandering aimlessly was better than being cooped up in her office, but nothing seemed to help. Nothing made sense.
The chill in the air suddenly could not mask the heat emanating from her wrists, and soon the heat became a burning pain. Crying out, Vicki stopped short and yanked her hands from her pockets, only to find that her marks were once again glowing, only this time, she had no idea why.
Pressing her hands firmly against the marks, she braced the cold and walked on. The upcoming street lead straight to the front of Henry's condo, so Vicki opted to turn instead, avoiding him altogether. Upon turning the corner, she saw something move in the shadows, heard heavy footsteps in front of her, then someone forcing her head still. "Scream, and I'll kill you." Fighting against the stranger, she smelled something sweet and the voice in Vicki's mind screamed: Chloroform! Don't inhale! All the while knowing it was already to late. She was already starting to feel woozy.
Vicki began to run, her legs shaking and threatening to give in. She prayed she could make in somewhere safely, and hoped that whoever lurked in the shadows gave up after her struggle. She ran towards Henry's condo, praying he was there, and maybe it was the chloroform, but Vicki knew she had to see Henry.
Well I'm not ready yet
Too much to forget
Oh it still feels like
A part of me is dying
In the elevator, she began to see double, she leaned heavily against a wall, and breathing heavily, she pressed all the buttons towards the top, hoping she hit Henry's floor. Disoriented and exhausted, Vicki sank to the ground. She was unconscious when the doors opened, and a man across the hall flung open his front door and growled at her scent, but rushed towards her at the sound of her slow heartbeat and lifeless body.
"Vicki!"
He smelled the scent of the ethyl substance the minute he went to her in the elevator.
Once inside his apartment, Henry rushed to the bathroom with Vicki in his arms. He sat, fully clothed inside his shower and pulled Vicki in his lap. Henry knew that he had to remove anything that might be contaminated and wash her skin. He had no idea where the contact point was, so he removed all clothes, avoiding staring at her lower half while he focused on turning the shower to cool and scrubbing her skin, hoping the cold water would revive her.
"C'mon Vicki, wake up." Henry began to chant this as he scrubbed furiously at the invisible molecules of chloroform that poisoned Vicki's body. He was angry with himself for being so irrational and ignoring her for so long. He knew that he should have stayed at talked with her instead of being so standoffish.
"Vicki, don't do this. You need to wake up." Desperate, he covered her nose and mouth, but turned her face towards the spray. Her heart was still beating slower than normal. Nothing was working. "Dammit, Victoria! You owe me this!"
Sometimes I have to tell myself to keep on breathing
My heart is not believing you're gone
I try hard to remind myself time will do the healing
'Cause right now I'm not feeling all that strong
Shutting off the water, he left Vicki in the shower briefly. Henry moved at vampiric speed to grab a few towels to cocoon her in, wrapping her tightly and carrying her to his bed where he dried her hair and tucked the blankets tightly over her towel clad form. Her breathing was still slow, but her heart rate was slowly climbing to normal.
For the first time in a while, Henry was scared for Vicki's life. He knew that this was no coincidence. Something about that strange dream he had last week had to be a connection. After he'd awoken last week to find Vicki at his home and her smell all over, it had been too much. Then after their fight, he couldn't talk to her about it.
After about an hour, it seemed like her condition still hadn't changed, but Henry refused to move, even with the hunger aching inside him. He wasn't leaving this time.
Why I wanna scream it's just not fair
Pray to god I didn't care
I wanna turn back time
Turn back time and have you here with me
I want to find someone to blame
But sometimes life gets in the way
And it doesn't care how much we love
'Cause sometimes love is just not enough