Henry debated more than once about turning around and defying her order to leave and then when he thought better of that idea, he thought about waiting for her at her place. Knowing Vicki as well as he did, he felt that was a bad idea too. He knew she was angry and truthfully, she had every right to be.

"That child cannot be mine," Henry grumbled. As much as he wanted it to be, it was physically impossible. Did he feel Vicki had cheated on him, with anyone, ever? Not really but what other explanation could there be? Henry frowned and realized he needed to feed. His eyes searched the dark streets and found a meal just a few yards a head. She was young and vibrant but unaware that Henry was following her. With lightening speed, he was behind her and whispered into her ear, "You're not afraid," in his other wordly voice. She stopped, relaxed and followed Henry into the alleyway. Leaning her up against the cool brick wall, his eyes blackened and he told her she would not remember this happened. Before Vicki, he would seduce his prey, kiss and press into them but he promised Vicki not to play with is food and whether he was on the outs with her right now or not, he would honor that. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to feed angrily but he knew he could leave no evidence of his feedings no matter what the circumstance.

His fangs made a small pop and her warm blood filled his mouth. With each pull, the warm liquid rolled over his tongue and down his throat satiating his hunger. Her soft moans let him know he'd made the experience pleasant for her but for him, it was nothing more than life sustaining nourishment.

When he was finished, he laved her wounds closed and sent her on her way. With the coppery taste of her blood still in his mouth, Henry headed to his condo. Sunrise would be fast approaching and with little hope of Vicki listening to him, going home would be the best for all involved. He was hurt, confused and upset but at the same time, he knew that if that child was not his, he loved Vicki so much he could raise it as his own.

Henry undressed and let his mind drift to their time they'd spent together these last few months. With a smile on his face, he recalled one of their lovemaking sessions in which Vicki was quite aggressive.

"..come on Henry," Vicki had said, "don't you trust me?" Her eyes sparkled in the night light, her hair shone and fell around her face as she moved slightly.

"Of course I do," Henry had responded. His eyes were black with desire for her but Vicki had other ideas that night. At her request, he let her tie him up to the bed. While he could break the restraints easily, he played along because in the end, it would only benefit him. Henry's eyes widened when he saw her shaking a can of whipped cream.

"Hungry?" he'd asked. Licking her lips suggestively, she nodded yes and squirted the cream from the base to his tip and encircling his sensitive head with the cool cream. Henry hissed and arched into her when her full, warm lips met his cream covered tip. Lapping at the cream, Vicki moaned for affect and Henry shuddered and jerked with each lick, suck and pulled of her warm mouth. Within seconds, Vicki had him thoroughly cleaned. Her hand toyed with his sack rolling it back and forth smoothly and with much talent. Henry tried not to thrust into her ministrations but he couldn't contain himself, she was talented and he had never been tended to this way in all his years. Her mouth rimmed his sensitive tip while her hand worked his shaft fervently. When Vicki felt him start to shudder, she pulled away. Henry's body was on fire. She had taken him to the edge of release but left him just out of reach. With a fire in his eyes and a wicked smile on his lips, Henry broke his restraints and grabbed Vicki with such speed she never saw him move. Growling, he kissed her hard and probed her with his soft tongue. She relaxed into his embrace and gave herself fully to him.

His erection was almost painful but he decided a little return torture was in order, "Your turn," he'd whispered into her ear, his breath rolling over her ear and neck like warm water. Vicki's skin prickled with goose bumps. The anticipatory shuddering was followed by moaning and groaning as Henry worked her over. He encased her pebbled nub with his warm, wet mouth and let his tongue flick over each one with his vampire speed. His hand slipped between her legs and using her own juices, he worked her over to the point of no return. Moving downward, he opened her up so that he could gain access to her hot core. His tongue worked up one side and down another stopping to slowly and methodically encircle her sensitive nub. Vicki cried out in pleasure. She was dripping with desire and wanted him to take her but he was taking his time to tease her just as she had teased him. He wanted her to beg and soon, she was.

"Please, I can't take it," Vicki whispered hoarsely. Henry focused on her hot center, his fingers worked her insides and his tongue took her engorged center to the edge of insanity. When Vicki's release hit, it was multiplied and forceful. She bucked and thrashed about so much so that she was unaware Henry had turned her over to take her from behind. In one swift move, he opened her folds with his velvety yet hard tip and speared her. Vicki stilled and let him stretch her out then sighed loudly. The feeling of him stretching her after her intense release was electrical and purely addictive.

As Henry remembered their ending to that session, he found he was touching himself and stroking his hard member. His release was there on the precipice and all it took was closing his eyes and thinking of his Vicki and how she felt wrapped around him as he spilled his hot seed inside of her.

When Henry was spent, he decided he would talk to Vicki tomorrow evening and he hoped it would go well..but as with the two of them, things never went quite as planned…