Blood Ties: The Shattering Part 2b
Title: The Shattering Part 2b
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Blood Ties
Prompt: 09. That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door. ~ Seal // Crazy (fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: None
Characters: Mike Celluci, Henry Fitzroy, Vicki Nelson, Vicktor Conrad (OC)
Characters mentioned: Molly Celluci, Dylan Celluci, , Andrew Collins (OC), Coreen Fennel,
Pairings: Mike/Vicki, Vicki/Henry
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death of minor characters, smut, violence.
word Count: 1157
Summary: Vicki gets a new client, a Vicktor Conrad who used to know Henry over a hundred years ago. Apparently Conrad decides to go on a rampage, and innocent people are hurt in the process.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: I am not really sure if Molly is Mike’s ex-wife or his sister and whether Dylan is his son or nephew, so for this fic Molly is his ex-wife. This may change in other fics.
Vicktor Conrad, known as Conrad to most, had set up shop in a small studio apartment which was actually several blocks from Henry Fitzroy’s apartment. The only thing in the apartment was a desk with a desktop computer, and a chair, and a mattress on the floor. Conrad had installed blackout curtains all over the room, and had managed to steal an internet connection from one of the neighbors.
His sleep had been troubled, and he was wondering as the sun began to set if maybe he should just sleep. Three hundred years ago when he had been turned no one knew that much about mental illnesses. He knew in the long run, that gave him no excuse for his violent tendencies.
Honestly, he had a hard time forgetting people who hurt him. He had not meant to kill the Cellucis; he had been watching Vicki’s office after he hired her. He really did hire her to find an ex-lover of his. Mike had come up the stairs of the office, and Conrad had melted for this strong man. He reminded him so much of the vampire Elise that turned him.
He had followed the man home, or to what he thought was the man’s home. It had turned out to be the house of his ex-wife, Molly. Apparently, Mike was supposed to be babysitting their son. The lack of not drinking blood for a few days, and then the sudden sound of Molly yelling at Mike about not being there earlier when he knew that she had a date, had caused something in Conrad’s head to snap. He had broken through the window, quickly killing Molly and Dylan.
Conrad had thought that this was going to have Mike become grateful for him. Conrad’s experience with Andrew, the ex-lover that Conrad was looking for, should have told him that this was a bad idea. He should have expected the anger and the sorrow. It had hurt him when Mike had run out of the room, and Conrad knew he had lost him forever.
Conrad wished that he could just stop killing people, that he hadn’t been turned into a vampire. His once pitiful mortal life became even more morose after he had been turned. No matter what he did, he could never get people to like him. And now on top of feeling shocked at his recent behavior, he had a headache and stomachache for drinking too much blood from the people he killed.
---
As night fell, Henry pulled himself off the couch. The office was quiet, and Henry noticed a not for him on the coffee table.
Henry,
Went to grab a bite with Coreen.
-VN
He wondered if that was actually where she had gone, but he decided if she had gone somewhere else, she would tell him later if it was important. He was tempted to leave and do the normal kind of things that he did before he met Vicki, but the corner of his mind was nagging him he needed to do something.
He grabbed his coat off the back of Vicki’s couch, and scribbled something on the note that Vicki had left. He walked out of the office, taking the stairs four as a time as he flew down them. He headed into the street, his mind on his mission not taking in his surroundings as he flew through the night.
Henry had a vague idea of where he was going, but he wasn’t sure. He let his acute sense of smell guide him through the night. He got to an apartment building that had the strong sense of aging Chinese carryout, and justice. He knew this was the place. There was no doorman in the small lobby with the falling down wallpaper, so he got into the dilapidated elevator. He stared at the buttons for a moment, randomly pressing the key for the third floor.
As he got off the elevator, he knew his hunch had been right. He trailed down the hallway until he was standing in front of the door that he knew was Celluci’s.
Henry figured he should knock. If the myth about vampires not being allowed to enter were true, this would be one of the apartments it would definitely apply to. Plus, Henry was sure if he just barged in that he would make things a hundred times worse. Henry knocked very lightly, tapping the door.
It took a few minutes before a puffy eyed Celluci opened the door. His strong anger and mourning present by his silent glare at the vampire. Mike wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, especially the handsome vampire, who he was both attracted to and repulsed by. Mike’s jaw clenched as he said, “I can’t believe you showed up here!” Mike was under the assumption that Vicki had thought it might be easier if she sent Henry. He had no way of knowing, or even stopping to find out that the vampire came on his own.
“I just wanted---“
Mike didn’t let him finish, he used all the anger and hate he had and directed it to punch Henry hard in the face.
Celluci slammed the door, and Henry could hear him crying on the other side.
---
Vicki was picking at a slice of cheese pizza tearing it into little pieces, and then putting them on the plastic plate in front of her.
Henry had fed after he left Mike’s, came back into the office. He wiped a drop of blood of his mouth with his palm, as he took off his coat. “Where’s Coreen?”
Vicki looked up at him in surprise, dropping the remains of the slice on the plate. “I sent her home after we picked up the pizza. I told her what happened, and also I wouldn’t need her for a few days.” Vicki dumped the pieces back into the box; she had already desiccated three of the eight pieces. She had wanted to eat to keep up her strength but hadn’t had the heart to do it. “Did you have fun finding a victim?” Her tone was more stinging that she had intended.
Henry didn’t say anything just sat beside her on the couch.
“I wish there was something I could do,” She said mostly to herself as her body fell into a large sigh.
Henry reached to pull her into a hug, but she stubbornly pulled away. “I found out that the police have Conrad in custody, there is nothing you can do. I hope though if you go over and talk to Mike that he treats you differently than he treated me.”
Vicki looked up at him with surprise; she couldn’t believe he had gone over there. That is what she should have probably been doing that moping around the office all day. “What happened?”
“He punched me.” Henry said in a tone that made no judgment of Mike’s actions.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Blood Ties
Prompt: 09. That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door. ~ Seal // Crazy (fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: None
Characters: Mike Celluci, Henry Fitzroy, Vicki Nelson, Vicktor Conrad (OC)
Characters mentioned: Molly Celluci, Dylan Celluci, , Andrew Collins (OC), Coreen Fennel,
Pairings: Mike/Vicki, Vicki/Henry
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death of minor characters, smut, violence.
word Count: 1157
Summary: Vicki gets a new client, a Vicktor Conrad who used to know Henry over a hundred years ago. Apparently Conrad decides to go on a rampage, and innocent people are hurt in the process.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: I am not really sure if Molly is Mike’s ex-wife or his sister and whether Dylan is his son or nephew, so for this fic Molly is his ex-wife. This may change in other fics.
Vicktor Conrad, known as Conrad to most, had set up shop in a small studio apartment which was actually several blocks from Henry Fitzroy’s apartment. The only thing in the apartment was a desk with a desktop computer, and a chair, and a mattress on the floor. Conrad had installed blackout curtains all over the room, and had managed to steal an internet connection from one of the neighbors.
His sleep had been troubled, and he was wondering as the sun began to set if maybe he should just sleep. Three hundred years ago when he had been turned no one knew that much about mental illnesses. He knew in the long run, that gave him no excuse for his violent tendencies.
Honestly, he had a hard time forgetting people who hurt him. He had not meant to kill the Cellucis; he had been watching Vicki’s office after he hired her. He really did hire her to find an ex-lover of his. Mike had come up the stairs of the office, and Conrad had melted for this strong man. He reminded him so much of the vampire Elise that turned him.
He had followed the man home, or to what he thought was the man’s home. It had turned out to be the house of his ex-wife, Molly. Apparently, Mike was supposed to be babysitting their son. The lack of not drinking blood for a few days, and then the sudden sound of Molly yelling at Mike about not being there earlier when he knew that she had a date, had caused something in Conrad’s head to snap. He had broken through the window, quickly killing Molly and Dylan.
Conrad had thought that this was going to have Mike become grateful for him. Conrad’s experience with Andrew, the ex-lover that Conrad was looking for, should have told him that this was a bad idea. He should have expected the anger and the sorrow. It had hurt him when Mike had run out of the room, and Conrad knew he had lost him forever.
Conrad wished that he could just stop killing people, that he hadn’t been turned into a vampire. His once pitiful mortal life became even more morose after he had been turned. No matter what he did, he could never get people to like him. And now on top of feeling shocked at his recent behavior, he had a headache and stomachache for drinking too much blood from the people he killed.
---
As night fell, Henry pulled himself off the couch. The office was quiet, and Henry noticed a not for him on the coffee table.
Henry,
Went to grab a bite with Coreen.
-VN
He wondered if that was actually where she had gone, but he decided if she had gone somewhere else, she would tell him later if it was important. He was tempted to leave and do the normal kind of things that he did before he met Vicki, but the corner of his mind was nagging him he needed to do something.
He grabbed his coat off the back of Vicki’s couch, and scribbled something on the note that Vicki had left. He walked out of the office, taking the stairs four as a time as he flew down them. He headed into the street, his mind on his mission not taking in his surroundings as he flew through the night.
Henry had a vague idea of where he was going, but he wasn’t sure. He let his acute sense of smell guide him through the night. He got to an apartment building that had the strong sense of aging Chinese carryout, and justice. He knew this was the place. There was no doorman in the small lobby with the falling down wallpaper, so he got into the dilapidated elevator. He stared at the buttons for a moment, randomly pressing the key for the third floor.
As he got off the elevator, he knew his hunch had been right. He trailed down the hallway until he was standing in front of the door that he knew was Celluci’s.
Henry figured he should knock. If the myth about vampires not being allowed to enter were true, this would be one of the apartments it would definitely apply to. Plus, Henry was sure if he just barged in that he would make things a hundred times worse. Henry knocked very lightly, tapping the door.
It took a few minutes before a puffy eyed Celluci opened the door. His strong anger and mourning present by his silent glare at the vampire. Mike wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, especially the handsome vampire, who he was both attracted to and repulsed by. Mike’s jaw clenched as he said, “I can’t believe you showed up here!” Mike was under the assumption that Vicki had thought it might be easier if she sent Henry. He had no way of knowing, or even stopping to find out that the vampire came on his own.
“I just wanted---“
Mike didn’t let him finish, he used all the anger and hate he had and directed it to punch Henry hard in the face.
Celluci slammed the door, and Henry could hear him crying on the other side.
---
Vicki was picking at a slice of cheese pizza tearing it into little pieces, and then putting them on the plastic plate in front of her.
Henry had fed after he left Mike’s, came back into the office. He wiped a drop of blood of his mouth with his palm, as he took off his coat. “Where’s Coreen?”
Vicki looked up at him in surprise, dropping the remains of the slice on the plate. “I sent her home after we picked up the pizza. I told her what happened, and also I wouldn’t need her for a few days.” Vicki dumped the pieces back into the box; she had already desiccated three of the eight pieces. She had wanted to eat to keep up her strength but hadn’t had the heart to do it. “Did you have fun finding a victim?” Her tone was more stinging that she had intended.
Henry didn’t say anything just sat beside her on the couch.
“I wish there was something I could do,” She said mostly to herself as her body fell into a large sigh.
Henry reached to pull her into a hug, but she stubbornly pulled away. “I found out that the police have Conrad in custody, there is nothing you can do. I hope though if you go over and talk to Mike that he treats you differently than he treated me.”
Vicki looked up at him with surprise; she couldn’t believe he had gone over there. That is what she should have probably been doing that moping around the office all day. “What happened?”
“He punched me.” Henry said in a tone that made no judgment of Mike’s actions.