Confrontation 3
Title: Confrontation 3
Author: hf_pocus
Rating: PG
Spoiler: none
Disclaimer. I do not own any of the characters created by Tanya Huff. All characters mentioned are the property of Tanya Huff. This is just for fun, no profit at all.
Summary. Is it a dream Mike is having?
Mike sat still on the couch, his mind heavy with thoughts and questions. He thought of Vicki, he thought of Fitzroy, of Fitzroy and Vicki, of Fitzroy and him. He shook his head and took a swig of beer.
“This is ridiculous.” he spoke out loud. “The bastard did some supernatural trick on me and is messing with my head.”
That is it, what else could it be? He has always been attracted to Vicki, always….nothing was going to change that not even a damn vampire.
“The inhuman bastard.” he whispered through gritted teeth.
Leaning forward he placed the beer on the coffee table, turned, fluffed the pillows on the sofa, flopped himself down, placed his arm behind his head and stretched out his legs. “Enough of this bullshit, Fitzroy will not mess with my head.” He grumbled then closed his eyes and let the alcohol guide him to sleep.
* * *
“Mike…Mike.!.” Vicki shook him as hard as she could. “What the hell Mike did you take those damn sleeping pills? Jesus!”
Mike slowly opened his eyes, the image of Vicki before him fuzzy.
“I know what has been going on with you.” Vicki hissed at him. “Damn you…Mike.”
Mike tried to sit up but he felt as if he had a weight on his chest. He tried to speak but the his mouth was far too dry to form any words.
“Secrets Mike…damn it there are to be no secrets between us. That was what we both agreed on. Both of us. “
“What the hell?” he managed to whisper. She glared at him, her lips held tight.
“Come on Vicki…”
Mike heard another voice in the background. A male voice he was sure it was Fitzroy but he couldn’t see him. His could not open his eyes fully and all around him was fuzzy, all he could make out was Vicki‘s angry and hurt face.
“Come on? Come on? That is all you can say to me? How dare you Mike? How dare you?”
Mike saw a pale hand gently touch her on the shoulder, a ring was on the index finger and he recognized it immediately.
“Fitzroy“ he hissed through his breath Henry face came into clear focus as he leaned over Vicki shoulder, brushing her hair away from her neck
“Leave her alone.” Mike warned.. Vicki chuckles oddly at him then smiles and the image of her is gone.
Mike forces himself to sit up, the sweat beading on his brow.
“What the hell is going on?” he questions out loud, his eyes wide his body fully alert.
“What do you mean, Mike?”
Mike turns his head to the leather chair opposite the couch. There sits Fitzroy, his legs crossed his hands sitting lightly on his lap.
“You know damn well what I mean!”
“Do I?” Henry smiles his fangs flash in the soft light.
“Where is Vicki?”
Henry grinned and shrugging his shoulders. “Do you really want Vicki here…now?”
Mike struggled to keep his body upright to his eyes on Fitzroy, his eyelids were still heavy and the threat of sleep was looming over him.
“What the hell does that mean?” he spat angrily.
Henry sighed and within an instant stood before Mike. Slowly he stretched out his hand and caressed Mikes cheek. Mike tried to grit his teeth but an odd comfort was washing over him.
“I think you know.” The heat rushed through Mikes body, his eyes locking to Henry’s. Henry leaned in over Mikes body. Mike shivered as Fitzroy’s breath hit his flesh. Mike felt paralyzed but willing, far too willing. His mind was screaming push him away but Mike did nothing but move his body closer to Fitzroy.
“So…you do know.” Fitzroy whispered against him.