Blood Ties: The shattering part 2c
Title: The Shattering Part 2c
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Blood Ties
Prompt: 26. Not that you lied to me but that I no longer believe you - that has shaken me. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche // Beyond Good and Evil
Challenge: None
Characters: Mike Celluci, Henry Fitzroy, Vicki Nelson, Vicktor Conrad (OC), Dave Graham
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: 1060
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.
Mike Celluci punched the wall of his apartment. He couldn’t believe that little Vampire Prince had come over here. He was sure Vicki had something to do with Henry coming over here, and he didn’t like the fact she thought she couldn’t come over here herself.
Oh, course he was angry, especially at her, but for one time in his life didn’t he have ever right to be allowed to project all the emotions he was feeling. Mike felt himself sinking to his knees, the sobs that had been there since yesterday writhing through his body again. It had seemed in one night he had lost all the people that he loved, and he was probably on the verge of losing Vicki. But Mike thinks that it has been happening for awhile, she was starting to trust the vampire more than she trusted him.
Mike couldn’t wait around anymore, for her to decide to be his friend, especially if she was going to trust that vampire. How could she trust that vampire, or any of the odd people she had been working with as of yet?
He looked up into the ceiling with despair, as if God could give him the answers right now to all that was plaguing him. His face fell after a couple seconds, the sobs leaving him it too hard to hold his head up. As his head came down, his eyes stopped on a picture of Dylan on the wall. It was taking when the boy had been two, and he was wearing a pumpkin costume that Molly had made for him.
Mike pulled it off the wall, clutching it tightly to his chest as if the picture was the only thing in the world that could save him. He didn’t know he was doing it, but he started rocking on the floor as he held it. His mind trying to stop thinking of all the things that Dylan wasn’t going to get to do. The boy had just turned 8 a few months ago; it seemed like such a blink of time. It was too short of a time for someone so pure.
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Vicki found herself sending Henry away, only a few minutes after he came back. She had been trying and trying, but she didn’t feel she should be around people. The only person she should be around was Mike, but she wasn’t sure if he hated her forever for bringing the whole supernatural element to his life.
She found herself sitting on the floor; doing something she hadn’t done in who knows how long. She was sending a prayer up to God, repeating it over and over. “Please help Mike through this; please give him the comfort I can’t give him.”
Tears began to stream down her eyes, and the more she said the prayer the more she began to sob. Eventually, she couldn’t say anything anymore and just let the sobs come hard.
Vicki thought of going to Henry to tell him she had made a mistake. She needed someone right now to hold her. He needed Henry to tell her everything was going to be okay, and that Conrad would pay for this. Her mind told her it wasn’t right, since Mike was probably by himself in his agony.
She had called Mike’s cell phone several times, as well as his home phone, but both seemed to be turned off. She didn’t want to leave a message for him, because she honestly had no idea what to say.
Vicki had never felt so helpless in her life. Ever breathe she took seemed to make her feel 10lbs heavier.
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The interrogation room was a perfect gray cube with one small window which was probably a two way mirror. Conrad sat alone, handcuffed to the small metal table.
He had decided that he would mess with them by saying he would only talk to Mike Celluci. If that wasn’t possible, he wanted a lawyer present. The black detective had been upset by him, and Conrad could tell by the anger in his eyes the mortal would just shoot Conrad if he could and leave it at that. He had left the room shortly after Conrad had made his demands.
Conrad knew he had no right to do that. He shouldn’t play with mortals’ emotions, but he couldn’t help himself right now. He was scrambling for away to get out of this mess. He was sure once they knew he was a vampire, they would just throw him out into the sunlight, and let him die for what he had done.
The door opened, and Henry Fitzroy came into the room growling. He had stopped by earlier, and told Dave that if Conrad needed legal counsel, to call him. Both males knew that Fitzroy was not going to give Conrad any kind of counseling. And Dave, knowing Henry was a vampire, figured if something happened while Henry was with Conrad, he could feign ignorance. No one was going to investigate if something happened to the person who killed a cop’s family.
“Conrad,” Henry said with a growl, making sure the video camera in the room was turned off.
“Pretending to be my lawyer now,” Conrad laughed falsely, knowing full well that things had just gotten even worse for him.
“I should just kill you. No one likes you; it isn’t like I ever did. You were always a pain in the side.” Henry sat across from him, using ever mental trick to not just rip the man’s head off.
“This is because I hurt your mortal isn’t it…I am not sure why you hang out with her, they are just prey.” Conrad faked a grin. He didn’t really believe that.
Henry was about to just kill the man, when the door opened. A bewildered detective looked sheepishly at them. “I always do that, wrong room, sorry.” The mortal ducked back into the hall.
Henry waited a beat, and then shoved Conrad hard, almost causing him to go through the wall. He didn’t feel like some other stupid mortal coming in and ruining the fun. Henry walked out. Revenge might be sweeter if he waited to take him out. Also, maybe it wasn’t his place to take Conrad out, he was sure the list was a mile long, just in this building.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Blood Ties
Prompt: 26. Not that you lied to me but that I no longer believe you - that has shaken me. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche // Beyond Good and Evil
Challenge: None
Characters: Mike Celluci, Henry Fitzroy, Vicki Nelson, Vicktor Conrad (OC), Dave Graham
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: 1060
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.
Mike Celluci punched the wall of his apartment. He couldn’t believe that little Vampire Prince had come over here. He was sure Vicki had something to do with Henry coming over here, and he didn’t like the fact she thought she couldn’t come over here herself.
Oh, course he was angry, especially at her, but for one time in his life didn’t he have ever right to be allowed to project all the emotions he was feeling. Mike felt himself sinking to his knees, the sobs that had been there since yesterday writhing through his body again. It had seemed in one night he had lost all the people that he loved, and he was probably on the verge of losing Vicki. But Mike thinks that it has been happening for awhile, she was starting to trust the vampire more than she trusted him.
Mike couldn’t wait around anymore, for her to decide to be his friend, especially if she was going to trust that vampire. How could she trust that vampire, or any of the odd people she had been working with as of yet?
He looked up into the ceiling with despair, as if God could give him the answers right now to all that was plaguing him. His face fell after a couple seconds, the sobs leaving him it too hard to hold his head up. As his head came down, his eyes stopped on a picture of Dylan on the wall. It was taking when the boy had been two, and he was wearing a pumpkin costume that Molly had made for him.
Mike pulled it off the wall, clutching it tightly to his chest as if the picture was the only thing in the world that could save him. He didn’t know he was doing it, but he started rocking on the floor as he held it. His mind trying to stop thinking of all the things that Dylan wasn’t going to get to do. The boy had just turned 8 a few months ago; it seemed like such a blink of time. It was too short of a time for someone so pure.
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Vicki found herself sending Henry away, only a few minutes after he came back. She had been trying and trying, but she didn’t feel she should be around people. The only person she should be around was Mike, but she wasn’t sure if he hated her forever for bringing the whole supernatural element to his life.
She found herself sitting on the floor; doing something she hadn’t done in who knows how long. She was sending a prayer up to God, repeating it over and over. “Please help Mike through this; please give him the comfort I can’t give him.”
Tears began to stream down her eyes, and the more she said the prayer the more she began to sob. Eventually, she couldn’t say anything anymore and just let the sobs come hard.
Vicki thought of going to Henry to tell him she had made a mistake. She needed someone right now to hold her. He needed Henry to tell her everything was going to be okay, and that Conrad would pay for this. Her mind told her it wasn’t right, since Mike was probably by himself in his agony.
She had called Mike’s cell phone several times, as well as his home phone, but both seemed to be turned off. She didn’t want to leave a message for him, because she honestly had no idea what to say.
Vicki had never felt so helpless in her life. Ever breathe she took seemed to make her feel 10lbs heavier.
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The interrogation room was a perfect gray cube with one small window which was probably a two way mirror. Conrad sat alone, handcuffed to the small metal table.
He had decided that he would mess with them by saying he would only talk to Mike Celluci. If that wasn’t possible, he wanted a lawyer present. The black detective had been upset by him, and Conrad could tell by the anger in his eyes the mortal would just shoot Conrad if he could and leave it at that. He had left the room shortly after Conrad had made his demands.
Conrad knew he had no right to do that. He shouldn’t play with mortals’ emotions, but he couldn’t help himself right now. He was scrambling for away to get out of this mess. He was sure once they knew he was a vampire, they would just throw him out into the sunlight, and let him die for what he had done.
The door opened, and Henry Fitzroy came into the room growling. He had stopped by earlier, and told Dave that if Conrad needed legal counsel, to call him. Both males knew that Fitzroy was not going to give Conrad any kind of counseling. And Dave, knowing Henry was a vampire, figured if something happened while Henry was with Conrad, he could feign ignorance. No one was going to investigate if something happened to the person who killed a cop’s family.
“Conrad,” Henry said with a growl, making sure the video camera in the room was turned off.
“Pretending to be my lawyer now,” Conrad laughed falsely, knowing full well that things had just gotten even worse for him.
“I should just kill you. No one likes you; it isn’t like I ever did. You were always a pain in the side.” Henry sat across from him, using ever mental trick to not just rip the man’s head off.
“This is because I hurt your mortal isn’t it…I am not sure why you hang out with her, they are just prey.” Conrad faked a grin. He didn’t really believe that.
Henry was about to just kill the man, when the door opened. A bewildered detective looked sheepishly at them. “I always do that, wrong room, sorry.” The mortal ducked back into the hall.
Henry waited a beat, and then shoved Conrad hard, almost causing him to go through the wall. He didn’t feel like some other stupid mortal coming in and ruining the fun. Henry walked out. Revenge might be sweeter if he waited to take him out. Also, maybe it wasn’t his place to take Conrad out, he was sure the list was a mile long, just in this building.