Mike arrived first followed by Henry and his group.

Mike rolled his eyes, "I don't want to know, really." He waved his hands in front of face as if he were trying to wipe the memory of this strange looking group.

"This one has a gift," Zeus noted.

"Great, just great. Why'd you tell him?" Mike was exasperated and the night was still young.

"We didn't Mike," Vicki growled, "this is Zeus," she pointed, "and Aphrodite. " Vicki grinned mischievously, she knew this would blow Mike's mind.

"Didn't I just say I didn't want to know? Damn!" Mike pulled his gun and made his way into the woods.

"Careful, he can sense us," Zeus whispered.

"Can't you do some mumbo jumbo and put some kind of..I don't know, a shield or something?"

Zeus made a face, "Do I look like a witch doctor to you?"

Vicki narrowed her eyes, "You're supposed to be some omnipotent being aren't you?"

"Yes, but I'm not a magician or sorcerer, completely different realm," Zeus said non chalantly.

"Shut up, all of you just shut up," Mike hissed through gritted teeth. Henry fanned out as well and was on full alert. Zeus motioned for them to stop and Henry was gone in a flash.

"Henry!" Vicki hissed out in a slight whisper.

"Damn him," Mike muttered. Henry could hear the heartbeats of the two humans and sensed the goddesses. He found them in a clearing with another being. The teenagers were bound together on the ground, back to back but at least they were alive. Henry could hear them and was disturbed by what he heard.

"We need to slit their throats and drain them dry," the male being said. Henry deduced that was Typhon, the angry spiteful god that hated the Greek gods.

"And then what? Do we get our reward?" Henry heard one of the girls say with a little too much happiness.

Typhon nodded and smiled wickedly. Jessica began to cry and Justin tried to soothe her.

"Its okay, we'll get out of here," Justin said softly while taking her hand through their ties. Henry thought back to when he'd discovered Vicki was pregnant, how angry he was and how it took time for it to sink it that the baby could and was in fact his.

"Henry, I'm only going to tell you this once and if you don't believe me, then fuck you and you can go to hell."

"Your vernacular is so very colorful Victoria," Henry had replied.

"Seriously Henry, I have not been with anyone. I believe that when Mike healed me, you were healed too at least for a time. You were holding me and I guess it travelled but this child is yours," Vicki was telling the truth, Henry could sense that but his vampire logic still tried to override his human logic in that he couldn't father children.

"Let's go see Dr. Mohadevan, let's give her a sample and she can check to see if you're fertile," Vicki offered.

Henry's eyes had widened and he furrowed his brow, "Are you suggesting that I fill a cup?"

"Yes if that's what it takes to make you believe me," Vicki told him, "but again, I will not try to convince you anymore. If you distrust me that much, if you think I would cheat on you, then clearly you don't know me like you thought you did," Vicki's voice faltered and at that moment, Henry knew without a doubt this child was his, a product of their love. With vampire speed, he'd crossed the room and took her in his arms, kissed her passionately and began to remove her clothes. She'd pushed him away and glared at him.

"You think you can just use your mojo on me and dive right in?" Vicki asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Certainly," Henry had responded with a sexy crooked smile.

"Not hardly," Vicki snorted. She turned away but Henry was in front of her before she could take another step. He put his hands on her upper arms and rubbed softly, trying to relax her as he spoke in a soft voice.

"Vicki, I am truly sorry but you must understand my point of view, I've never fathered a child in my life, well.." he turned his head away, "not since being turned."

Vicki stared at him, blinked then asked, "What do you mean 'not since you've been turned?' Henry, did you have a child with your wife?"

Henry blinked away a tear then looked her in the eyes, "Yes, I did."

"Oh. Why haven't you told me?" she asked.

"It hurts too much, I wanted to be there but I was already turned when I found out. I watched from afar," Henry smiled a little with his long ago memory.

"What happened?"

Henry moved to sit on the edge of his couch and Vicki moved between his legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked his hair to soothe him.

"It was a boy, a son. She named him Richmond Edward," Henry's voice cracked as he continued, "of course, he could not be claimed as an heir. But he was so handsome, so strong and he had his mother's eyes. He became a great warrior, a husband, father.." his voice trailed.

"Wait..you watched him grow up? For how long?"

"Until I could no longer stand the pain of watching him. I couldn't be part of his life, my grandchildren, nothing. I left, I ran like a coward."

"First of all, you're not a coward, how would you explain being so young, still alive? You did what you had to do. Come to think of it, you still have relatives somewhere down the line, I bet we could trace it," Vicki's mind was twirling, Henry saw that familiar look.

"True but now," Henry put his hand on Vicki's stomach, "I have new family. May I see the picture again?"

Vicki had watched his face and a lump formed in her throat but she stayed strong, "You want another son?"

Henry paused and answered, "I don't care, truly. I'll take whatever God has given us. I'm so very are lucky, forgive me?"

Vicki moved in to kiss him this time, her tongue pushed his lips open with little resistance and they dueled for dominance. She groaned when he slipped his hand under her shirt and popped her bra off, such talent she'd thought to herself. Within seconds, her shirt was over her head and his mouth had encased her peaked, throbbing and more than ready nub. Her head arched back and she sighed loudly, pushed into Henry and offered herself to him. His hands feathered lightly across her back and pulled her closer. While laving one breast and encircling her taut, pink nipple, a free hand found the other just as pebbled and ready. His soft artist's hands massaged her and thumbed her while she shuddered and moaned.

He'd taken her on the couch, spearing her wet folds with his steely rod. As Henry thought back to the realization he would be a father again, he stared at these the two in the open clearing and knew they had parents somewhere that loved them to the point of madness.

Henry's fatherly instinct kicked in and there would be hell to pay..