Zeus promised swift action with the offenders.
"I must thank you and tell you if you ever need anything, we will be more than happy to help out. How is your mate?" Zeus nodded in Vicki's direction. She was sitting in Henry's car, awake but royally pissed.
"She'll be fine," Mike told him, "and uh...you'll clean this up right? There is no damn way I can write a report that will come close to any type of reasonable explanation."
"We will take care of it," Zeus promised.
Mike thanked him and made his way to Henry's car.
"How's she doing?"
"I'm fine Mike," Vicki snapped.
"I see, well, I need to get this girl back to her very worried parents," Mike mumbled a quick thank you under his breath and told Vicki he would call her tomorrow.
"Should I wipe their minds for you, give them something else to remember?" Henry offered.
Mike thought a minute then said, "No, this might be a great lesson for them and besides, " Mike grinned that lop sided shit eating grin, "who'd believe em'?"
Henry agreed and bid them goodnight. After making sure Vicki was buckled, much to her chagrin, he took headed for the condo.
"Henry, I can stay at my own place today," Vicki tried to argue.
"No, you've been injured, you need to stay with me."
"Uh..and what is it you think you might do while dead for the day?"
Henry's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his alabaster knuckles appeared to be translucent. This was yet one more reminder he could not be there for her during the day.
"I don't know but I'll feel better."
Vicki laughed a little and shook her head, "Alright, I'll stay but really, I feel fine. Not even a headache."
"Did Mike try to heal you?"
"No, I just feel fine."
Henry glanced over at her and saw through the dark the bruise was healing, her face looked better and her color had returned.
"Interesting," he noted.
"What?" Vicki asked.
"You're healing quickly, I wonder..." he thought aloud.
"Wonder what?"
"I wonder if the pregnancy has something to do with that."
Vicki did feel better and she touched her cheek gingerly.
"Him…it doesn't hurt as bad, maybe you're right," Vicki said softly.
This gave them both something to think about at a later date but for now, they were happy everything had turned out well.
"Vicki, I do have to admit, I was quite worried when you went to them," Henry finally said.
"I know but I wasn't, I knew you had my back," Vicki responded without ever looking at him.
"I always have your back, your front, whatever you'll let me have," Henry teased.
Vicki shook her head, "That's the cure all isn't it, sex."
"It certainly can't hurt but you're injured, I didn't mean…"
Vicki cut him off, "I never said I was disagreeing."
Henry drove as quickly as possible without risking a ticket. When they arrived at the condo, Greg the doorman smiled and waved. He liked Vicki and felt she was good for Henry.
"Have a good night," Greg called after them.
"We will," Vicki called over her shoulder. Once in the elevator, Vicki pulled Henry to her and virtually attacked him. Her kisses were fervent and her hands touched every part of his body she could find.
Henry pulled away, eyes black and said, "Vicki, are you sure?"
Vicki nodded and said, "Stop talking." Henry did as she asked and returned her kisses and ministrations. His hands worked her breasts through her thin top and when the elevator opened, he picked her up, carried her to the door and opened it in a flash. Within seconds, they were in his bed, nude and all over each other. He kissed her mouth, then moved to her neck and nibbled, licked and sucked. The blood beneath the surface pulsed with the steady rhythm of her racing heart. Henry pushed his beast away, it wanted her warm nectar but he denied it-for now.
His hands kneaded her soft globes, his thumbs rubbing across her sensitive nubs and pinching them enough to elicit squeaks and squeals from Vicki's open mouth. She arched into him and ground her hips inviting him to take her but he wasn't quite ready for that. He stopped, pushed her hair away from her face with both hands and kissed her fading bruise.
"I lost control, I killed without mercy and for that, I am sorry but I took his life because he was evil, he hurt you, he could have taken you and our baby from me, for that, I am not sorry," Henry whispered before kissing her lips chastely. Her hands rubbed his back softly and she told him she was not sorry either.
"The fucker needed to die," she shrugged.
Henry laughed, "You do have such a way with words, m'lady."
"Again, stop talking," she ordered. Henry obliged her wishes.
His warm lips kissed their way to the valley between her breasts. His mouth took turns at each one, his tongue flicked each pebbled nub while his fingers slipped inside her wet, warm cavern. She squeezed his fingers and shuddered with each suckle, pump and grind Henry administered. Vicki was lost in the moment so much so that when Henry shifted position and teased her wet opening she didn't notice until he speared her and filled her to her womb. She groaned and her warm walls tightened around his steely rod. He began to ride slowly at first then quickly. Vicki's nails dugs into his arms. His lips crashed into hers and they opened to one another. Vicki moaned softly into his mouth as he did hers too. Henry felt her building to an explosive release and moved his mouth to her neck. She turned her head to welcome him while he still pounded into her. His tongue rolled over her neck and tasted the salty sweat of her passion. His fangs dropped and scraped against her skin softly at first until he felt her need for release and then he sank them into her tender flesh. She cried out in pleasurable pain and spilled over into the abyss of ecstacy. Her sweet orgasmic filled blood rolled over his tongue and down his throat, the warmth filling his veins and connecting him with Vicki more than ever. Because she was pregnant, he took less than normal and closed her wounds far sooner than she was ready for.
"That was fanfuckintastic Henry," Vicki muttered into his ear. While still sheathed within her tight walls, Henry kissed her and let her know he loved her more than life itself.
"..that is, if I were alive," he smiled. They both laughed and lay in each other arms.
"Henry, I want to ask you something," Vicki said suddenly and quite seriously.
"Anything," he responded.
"If you had known Mary was pregnant, would you have let Christina turn you?"
Henry's brow furrowed, he lay back with his hands behind his head and rocked his foot. He was obviously deep in thought.
"I'm not sure, I didn't love Mary," he finally said.
"No, but you love children," Vicki reminded him.
"True, but I truly thought I love Christina and that I could not live without her. After I was turned and she left me, after I found out about my son, I regretted and I would say I regretted it forever but," he pushed Vicki's hair away and kissed the tip of her nose, "I would not be here with you, the mother of my child."
"No regrets?"
"None," he told her.
The next few months would be interesting…
