I do not own Blood ties, the characters, or most of the plot. I do own Kailah and if I put her in here Sarah.
I had just woke up and came here to make sure mom got home okay. Vicki was getting ready to leave her office for the night but before she can the phone rings.
"Kailah can you get that for me please." She asked pleadingly. I sighed. I was going to Henry's condo after this I was still confused even after all my reading last night the only thing I got from the books was, soul connecting, soul mates, bonding and my favorite night walkers dark orgasmic ritual sighting. I walked over and picked the phone up. The caller I.D. said Mike Celluci. Time to mess with Dad. I motioned for mom to come here and I put it on speaker she looked confused.
"Hello, you there Vick?" he asked softly, my eyes went wide and I scrunched my nose up. Uck.
"Nelson Investigations. What can I do for you Sweet cheeks?" I asked in a deep sexy voice that sounded almost exactly like moms. My bit her hand to hold in her laughter.
"Vicki?" Dad asked sounding a bit scared. I can almost see his face.
"Oh it's just you I thought it was some rich hot guy, sorry daddy." I said in a sweet baby daddy's girl voice. Mom couldn't hold it in any longer and bust out laughing.
"Oh ha-ha, what is this give dad an aneurism day?!" he half yelled. We couldn't stop laughing.
"I don't know did it work?" I asked, he grunted.
"Anyway, I heard you spoke with the coroner." He said in an accusing tone.
"Oh, news travels fast in the bat cave." I joked. Mom smiled.
"Well it's a small world." He bit back. Mom chuckles, sitting in her chair while I lean on the desk.
"Did you call to trade cliché's or is there something you have to say to me?" she asked getting straight to the point.
"What the hell are you doing sniffing around this case?" he demanded.
"Snippy," I whispered to mom, she nodded in agreement.
"You know that information is confidential. That means it's between me and my client." Mom said smugly, turning to me as I bit my lip.
"What Client?" he asked confused.
"Your inquisitive mind. That's what I always loved about you." Mom said shaking her head. Dad chuckled. I was getting completely grossed out.
"Oh, why don't you tell me some of the rest then?" He offered.
"No, I don't think so. You're too obnoxious already. Uh, you know, though, if you were willing to share information this case could be solved a lot faster." Mom said hopefully.
"Oh I'm sorry; my ears must be playing tricks on me. Vicki Nelson, asking for help?" he teased. Eww!
"That's not what I said. I said share information." She said defensively.
"Well that's an interesting idea. Why don't we discuss it over Chinese?" he asked.
"You buying?" she asked. Dad chuckled. Uck kill me now.
"I figured you could write it off as a business expense. You know, consulting with the cities finest and all." He said cockily.
"Uh will you to get a room and fuck each other already, this is making me sick." I exclaimed.
"Kailah!" They yelled in unison. Ha! I walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Mom called. I turned and stuck my head in the door.
"For a walk I'll be home late, I have my cell on me. Love you guy's," I called before heading uptown towards Henry's.
(Narrative pov)
Norman returns home from the pub and throws his sketching book at the wall. Turning on some music he enters a hidden part of his loft where a pentagram and candles await him. Lighting the candles he begins his incantation and spills his blood.
"Domini Diabolus agge… dum! Ugh." He chanted. The air swirls and a Demon in all black appears.
"You surprise me, my son, calling me up so soon and after all those lovely toys I got for you." He chided. Stepping forward.
"This isn't like I thought. I want more." Norman commanded. Throwing his hand that didn't hold the goblet around.
"Of course you do. And I'm here to provide." He assured. Smiling evilly.
"Good. Good okay. 'Cause I want more money, I want some new clothes. I want a car, okay? A nice car. Get me a Porsche." He told him. running his hand over his chest.
"You know the price. Blood and souls." He smiled that evil smile again staring Norman in the eyes.
"Blood and souls. Fine, fine, whatever, take what you need okay? But do… just do what I say." He commanded again.
"Your wish is my command… sport." He joked.
The Demon laughs as he turns away and disappears in a rush of wind and a flurry of bats.
"Cool," Norman smiles, running his hand over the rim of the goblet.
(Kailah pov)
I opened the door to the building. This had to be it I could smell him all over it. I walked to the desk, where the doorman was eyeing me up and down. I looked at his name tag. Greg. I would have Bob.
"Hello Greg, do you think you could help me I'm looking for a Henry Fitzroy," I told him getting irritated with his wondering eyes.
"And now what would you want with him when you could have this," he said gesturing to himself. I think I'm going to puke up yesterday's blood. Huh. I really hate doing this, but it's needed.
I felt my eyes go black and in a deadly, echoic whisper I looked him dead in the eye.
"Tell me where Henry Fitzroy is and stop looking at my chest," I commanded. He blinked.
"I'm sorry ma'am Mr. Fitzroy is right behind you," he said Gesturing behind me. I turned my head slightly to make out Henry's stiletto and then turned back to the Doorman who'd eye's were roaming anywhere but my chest. I heard a growl and turned to see Henry glaring at the doorman who quickly looked away and started rearranging things on his desk, while Henry continued to glare at him.
He grabbed my waist possessively before leading me toward the elevator. Once we were on I tuned towards him smirking when I saw his pissed off face.
"You need a new doorman." I said quietly holding in a laugh. He cast me a glance and I smiled innocently. The next thing I knew he had me pressed against the elevator wall.
"You know you really should give me a warning before you do that now kindly let me go," I barley got the words out before he pressed his lips to mine.
I was flooded with emotions that I had never really felt before and all centered around this one person. Love, Lust, need, passion, protectiveness, possessiveness, want, and tenderness. It all came so suddenly I had to hold on to Henry to keep me from falling. We stayed like that kissing passionately until I felt the door open.
He pulled back and looked me in the eye before grabbing my hand and leading me to the end of the hall. He opened the door and guided me in. He shut the door while I looked around. He came up behind me and put his hands on my hips.
"Let's talk." He said walking me towards the coach.
(Narrative pov)
In a parking garage a woman is talking on a cell phone as she makes her way to her car.
"Yeah, I just got out of a meeting with Cindy and Rob. Network is screaming about the violence in the show. Well I told them this isn't the fifties, there's more violence in your kid's nursery schools." pause "Well they started the whole chicken and egg thing and that's when I lost it." She said.
As she's walking the woman hears some noises and stops talking as she starts running towards her car, getting in quickly and trying to calm down a little before continuing the conversation.
"Gerry? Uh… no. No, it was nothing. Where was I? Yeah, so I said, you know it's just a TV show. What does one more lousy murder at an act end matter?"
The demon puts his hand over her face as she screams and holds up one finger, a long, sharp razor shooting out from it.
"Sorry, love, you just got cancelled." He laughs.
(Kailah pov)
"Okay so let's recap. You and I are soul mates and what we did was imprint on each other, binding us?" I asked looking at Henry for confirmation. He nodded. "Okay. So you were the Duke of Richmond, but you gave that up to become a vampire and spend the rest of eternity with Maria, but after you turned and she trained you she left you and you ended up getting captured by some cult that preformed a ritual with you as the sacrifice. After you escaped you moved around and began making graphic novels?" I recapped. He smiled and nodded.
"And your mother and father were partners and were engaged to be married but after they had you they broke it off and you moved in with your mom who lost her job and became a private investigator because of an eye problem," he looked at me, before going on. "When you fifteen you were forced to become a vampire in a demonic ritual and were left to figure it all out by your self, you haven't told your mother or father because there at work and think your studying all day." He asked incredulously. I nodded, looking him in the eye.
"I went through my mom's files' yesterday and found out that Ian worked at a bar down town I was going to go ask around about him, wanna come?" I asked cocking my head to the side and pouting. He smiled and laughed before nodding. I stood up and pulled him up. He stopped and looked me over.
"First I have to feed." He said looking me in eye. I thought for a second before sitting down and moving my hair to the side giving him access to my neck. He knelt in front of me not breaking eye contact before pushing me down and straddling me. He leaned his head down and pressing his lips to my neck.
"Are you sure?" he whispered. I put my hands into his hair.
"Yes," I moaned as he sunk his fangs into my neck and sucked, I moaned and bucked my hips. God the feeling was erotic. After a few minutes he pulled out and licked the few droplets that escaped on my neck. He pulled up and kissed me passionately letting me taste my blood on his tongue.
When he pulled away he closed his eyes and smiled savoring the felling of my blood in his veins. After a few minutes he stood up pulling me with him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, running one of his hands under my shirt.
"Tisk, tisk we have to go to the club." I said biting his bottom lip. He growls and tightens his grip on me. He kissed me forcefully. I growl and pin him to the wall.
"Henry control your self. We have time for that latter." I purred seeing his eyes blacken with lust. He grabbed my hand leading me to the door.
"Then let's get this over with." He snarled. I giggled as he pushed me against the elevator wall again.