A/N: Before you read I must warn you not to assume anything about what shall happen with Henry and stick with the story. I repeat please do not make assumptions.
Chapter 2: A Heart's Altercation
As the sun situated itself away for another day, Henry awoke to the familiar empty surroundings of his room, having fed the night before, a quiet stay in was likely to be the plan for this evening. It was exactly how his nights had been consistently for the past month or so. He sighed. Gazing out his window, He wondered why going back to his old life style seemed such a problem. In his mind he'd known for a while nothing would ever be the same for him again, he only needed to find something to occupy his time instead of constantly mulling over months' past events. As if a sign, the ringing of his cell phone echoed throughout his apartment. He reaches for his phone and before he could speak was confronted by a serious tone. He thinks over what the caller is saying before he responds, "And what if I face harm in the process?"
He sighs, irritated and reluctant to agree with what he already knows is true.
"Fine, I shall be there but, you are going to be the one to deal with the aftermath, if a certain someone finds out that you've been in contact with me," he said looking at the time to be sure he would reach his destination with ease.
"And you're sure there will be no altercations, you should know by now that it would be best on both sides if we did not see each other at the moment without a white flag being waved."
He listens to both heartbeat and response till he feels somewhat reassured that this wasn't going to end up being a trap or lie.
"Well alright then."
He only hoped that his mind hadn't turned a blind eye to what could turn out to be an unpleasant situation.
As if out of thin air the sound of her heartbeat rang through his ears and his whole world was sent spinning out of its own volition. He was certain she was here, that this wasn't a figment of the imagination. He would have recognized that sound anywhere. He had known something was going to happen tonight and had been wrong to rely on Coreen's word so closely, Victoria Nelson was definitely in his immediate area and probably wouldn't react all too well to the thought of running into him. He wasn't sure he even wanted to prevent that from happening anymore.
Not nearly a minute later he saw her appear at the entrance of the club surveying her surroundings, obviously not spotting him at the far edge of the club to her left. The lighting in the club was dim and the place was full of people lounging around talking and drinking, the sound of up-tempo music playing in the background. Even if she had the full usage of her peripheral vision, he was out of sight and in a good position to observe her. Coreen was with her, looking as eager as he remembered, although surprisingly, her usual Goth clothes were toned down, possibly to blend in with the crowd. Henry assumed they must be here on business.
But, the way Vicki looked. He couldn't begin to describe it all. Her eyes seemed smoky and her choice of clothing seemed more refined than he remembered. She was wearing a suit like outfit that looked both casually feminine and professionally put together. He was shocked to say the least by her appearance. She wasn't even wearing her glasses, which he found odd. In a blink he was at her side, grabbing her arm and bringing her to a shaded corner separated from the masses of people.
"What are you doing here? Let go of me," she snaps in a hushed tone as she tries to tear her arm from his grasp.
"I could ask you the same question. What are you up to Vicki?"
He lets go of her arm and catches a glimpse of the rest of her outfit.
"That is none of your business. You haven't answered my question yet. What are you doing here, Henry? Coreen and I haven't heard from you for a little over 2 months and now we coincidentally happen upon you while we are at a very modest club, just as we are about to enter an extremely high-profile meeting."
This causes him to smirk.
"Oh, is that why you are dressed like this?"
He motions to her attire and moves her suit jacket to reveal an almost sheer, strapless purple lace top. Vicki is unaffected by his comment moving her blazer back in place and folding her arms across her chest.
She glares at him and then raises an eyebrow, "Coreen called you, didn't she?"
The unresponsive Henry causes a smirk of her own to play on her face.
"That's just perfect, I can't deal with this right now, go back to Vancouver or wherever you've been."
Before she could turn away he is in front of her once again.
"Vicki..."
She sighs and stands straighter, "What? What are you going to say to me now?"
He decides that he must to tell her, "I never left. I have been here all of this time."
A look of confusion passes her eyes for a fleeting moment but then anger takes over and she decides that the conversation is now over and moves past him.
"If that's all, I have work that I must attend to."
A/N: Sorry for the delay I had some personal matters to deal with. This is only the beginning of Vicki and Henry's conversation, of course it's not over, how in the world could this be classified as a drama if there wasn't any. Please Review.
