Sep 07, 2008 16:27
Henry Fitzroy wholeheartedly believed in God… Religion was the basis for everything when he had been born. He had been brought up a Catholic and despite being made a vampire he remained one. All the evil names and deeds Mendoza branded him with didn’t dent his faith, and no matter how many times Celluci called him a monster he still had his faith and continued to pray to God.
He was never sure what Vicki’s thoughts were… and would admit to being reluctant to ask. She didn’t strike him as a particularly religious person, unless it benefited a case. This is why he took delight in pointing out her blasphemy at every occasion… Every cry of ‘Oh God’ from her lips was met by a reproach from him.
Well that was until they had become ‘physical’. In those glorious moments when they were moving as one he savoured each cry… each one drove him one, making him move harder and faster so he could delight in making her scream…
And then afterwards when she was laying all warm and sated in his arms, murmuring ‘I love you’ as she fell asleep, Henry would thank God for bringing Vicki Nelson in to his life.
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