The shattering part 1a
Title: The Shattering Part 1a
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Blood Ties
Prompt: I don't want to be this wide-awake / Fighting for a love that I can't save ~ MeatLoaf // Did I Say That? (fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: None
Characters: Mike Celluci, Henry Fitzroy, Vicki Nelson
Characters mentioned: Molly Celluci, Dylan Celluci, original character Vicktor Conrad
Pairings: Mike/Vicki, Vicki/Henry
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death of minor characters
word Count: 1118
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.
Darkness fell through like drops of rain into the window of the living room which belonged to the detective with the rumpled tie. He wasn’t even paying attention to the blond who was halfway across the room, closing the blinds a millimeter at a time.
She had been trying for an hour to get his attention, but he was so absorbed in his thoughts. He had barely moved or barely breathed since she had let herself into the apartment. She had keys from what now seemed like a previous life though it wasn’t that long ago.
His once brilliant blue eyes now seemed forlorn and lackluster, and the brown leather chair that he sat in seemed to make him appear small. She remembered though when it seemed to fit his 6’1” frame perfectly. It was weird to see him now looking almost like the smallest doll in a set of Russian Nesting dolls.
She dropped the blind completely with a sigh. She watched him a moment as she slide onto the arm of the worn green couch, she let herself slide to the closest cushion. She looked around the room boredly, as she draped her legs over the arm of the chair. Her gaze didn’t really fall on anything; she knew the layout of this room like she did one of her own. It was a small room, with barely enough room to fit the tables, the sofa, the chair and the two lamps. The lamps had always reminded her of mushrooms with their heavy white bases, and their glass shades. They were both push lamps, and the man had only turned on the one closest to him to the first setting.
She was tempted to make the room brighter, more for her sake than his, but she decided against it. He might get mad and actually kick her out.
She looked down at her gray cashmere sweater, and looked for imaginary lint. “Mike,” she said softly, her green eyes peeking at him over her small glasses.
His whole body seemed to let out a great sigh, though he didn’t open his mouth. He moved with the slightest turn of his body so that his body was turned away from her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the room, not sure he heard it.
He probably did and was ignoring her like he had the last 100 times she had said those two words.
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Two days prior, at 2am Henry Fitzroy sat outside on the edge of the well lit Hilton pool. He was wearing a pair of light blue designer swim trunks, and had pulled his usual wavy brown hair away from his face into a slick ponytail. Private Investigator Vicki Nelson sat next to him, wearing a matching blue swimsuit. (They hadn’t known before tonight that they had swimsuits from the same line.) Her blond hair was pulled back, and she watched Henry through her glasses.
Water dripped off both of them, and they were waiting for the third member of their group to show up before they decided to take another dip in the cool pool. Henry was sitting still, almost stoic, and Vicki was swinging her feet in the water to a classical music piece that had been stuck in her head for three days.
“It’s not like your little cop friend to be late,” Henry’s gaze stayed at the other end of the pool.
“I’m so tempted one day to lock you both in the same room for a week,” She chided playfully.
He turned to her with a wicked grin, “I would probably eat him.”
Her whole face became a frown as he said that. She turned away from him. She was trying to think of a snappy comeback. She couldn’t think of one in less than a minute, so she gave up on it for now knowing a late snappy comeback was no good.
Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, just stared out into the water of the pool. She couldn’t take the silence for more than three minutes, when they had been having such a good time before. “He said he might be late, he’s at Molly’s babysitting Dylan while she is out on a date.”
He turned to glance at her for a moment with a confused look on his face. “That must suck having to see your ex go out on a date.”
Vicki shrugged; Mike hadn’t told her how he had felt about it. “I think he is happy to spend time with his son.” She invented knowing that it was probably true.
“You want to go swimming again while we wait?” Henry asked.
“Okay, but no sneaking up behind me like last time.” She took her glasses off, putting them on the concrete and let herself glide quickly into the water.
He followed her millisecond later without saying anything they started a race to the other side of the pool. When they got back to where they had been sitting, they noticed a figure crouched by the side of the pool.
“Mike?” Vicki asked as she reached for her glasses and pulled herself out of the pool. She could barely see him through the chlorine that had managed to make itself in her eyes.
His clothing seemed to be smeared in something reddish and slimy, which had a sort of metallic scent to it.
Henry knew what the red slime was so he stayed in the pool, away from Mike.
“What’s wrong?” Vicki asked softly touching Mike’s shoulder. She tried to squint to focus on him more.
Mike pulled himself away from her with an almost bitterness. He glared evilly at Henry. “I thought you said your vampire friend was a pathetic newbie who didn’t hurt anyone.” He was referring to a client of Vicki’s who had said he was a friend of the Vampire in the pool. “You said we could trust him. I knew I had no reason to trust your kind.”
Mike began to walk away from them, not wanting to have anything to do with Vicki or Henry.
Vicki got up and followed him. “What are you talking about?” She asked, reaching him and grabbing his shoulder.
He spun around, his eyes full of hatred, “Your new client just killed my ex-wife and my son.” He said and charged off into the darkness.
Vicki spun to the direction of Henry, who had now gotten out of the pool. “What does he mean Vicktor Conrad killed his ex-wife and son?”
Henry didn’t say anything, knowing there wasn’t really a good answer for that question. “I don’t know, but I think we better find out what the hell is going on.”
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Blood Ties
Prompt: I don't want to be this wide-awake / Fighting for a love that I can't save ~ MeatLoaf // Did I Say That? (fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: None
Characters: Mike Celluci, Henry Fitzroy, Vicki Nelson
Characters mentioned: Molly Celluci, Dylan Celluci, original character Vicktor Conrad
Pairings: Mike/Vicki, Vicki/Henry
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death of minor characters
word Count: 1118
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.
Darkness fell through like drops of rain into the window of the living room which belonged to the detective with the rumpled tie. He wasn’t even paying attention to the blond who was halfway across the room, closing the blinds a millimeter at a time.
She had been trying for an hour to get his attention, but he was so absorbed in his thoughts. He had barely moved or barely breathed since she had let herself into the apartment. She had keys from what now seemed like a previous life though it wasn’t that long ago.
His once brilliant blue eyes now seemed forlorn and lackluster, and the brown leather chair that he sat in seemed to make him appear small. She remembered though when it seemed to fit his 6’1” frame perfectly. It was weird to see him now looking almost like the smallest doll in a set of Russian Nesting dolls.
She dropped the blind completely with a sigh. She watched him a moment as she slide onto the arm of the worn green couch, she let herself slide to the closest cushion. She looked around the room boredly, as she draped her legs over the arm of the chair. Her gaze didn’t really fall on anything; she knew the layout of this room like she did one of her own. It was a small room, with barely enough room to fit the tables, the sofa, the chair and the two lamps. The lamps had always reminded her of mushrooms with their heavy white bases, and their glass shades. They were both push lamps, and the man had only turned on the one closest to him to the first setting.
She was tempted to make the room brighter, more for her sake than his, but she decided against it. He might get mad and actually kick her out.
She looked down at her gray cashmere sweater, and looked for imaginary lint. “Mike,” she said softly, her green eyes peeking at him over her small glasses.
His whole body seemed to let out a great sigh, though he didn’t open his mouth. He moved with the slightest turn of his body so that his body was turned away from her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the room, not sure he heard it.
He probably did and was ignoring her like he had the last 100 times she had said those two words.
---
Two days prior, at 2am Henry Fitzroy sat outside on the edge of the well lit Hilton pool. He was wearing a pair of light blue designer swim trunks, and had pulled his usual wavy brown hair away from his face into a slick ponytail. Private Investigator Vicki Nelson sat next to him, wearing a matching blue swimsuit. (They hadn’t known before tonight that they had swimsuits from the same line.) Her blond hair was pulled back, and she watched Henry through her glasses.
Water dripped off both of them, and they were waiting for the third member of their group to show up before they decided to take another dip in the cool pool. Henry was sitting still, almost stoic, and Vicki was swinging her feet in the water to a classical music piece that had been stuck in her head for three days.
“It’s not like your little cop friend to be late,” Henry’s gaze stayed at the other end of the pool.
“I’m so tempted one day to lock you both in the same room for a week,” She chided playfully.
He turned to her with a wicked grin, “I would probably eat him.”
Her whole face became a frown as he said that. She turned away from him. She was trying to think of a snappy comeback. She couldn’t think of one in less than a minute, so she gave up on it for now knowing a late snappy comeback was no good.
Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, just stared out into the water of the pool. She couldn’t take the silence for more than three minutes, when they had been having such a good time before. “He said he might be late, he’s at Molly’s babysitting Dylan while she is out on a date.”
He turned to glance at her for a moment with a confused look on his face. “That must suck having to see your ex go out on a date.”
Vicki shrugged; Mike hadn’t told her how he had felt about it. “I think he is happy to spend time with his son.” She invented knowing that it was probably true.
“You want to go swimming again while we wait?” Henry asked.
“Okay, but no sneaking up behind me like last time.” She took her glasses off, putting them on the concrete and let herself glide quickly into the water.
He followed her millisecond later without saying anything they started a race to the other side of the pool. When they got back to where they had been sitting, they noticed a figure crouched by the side of the pool.
“Mike?” Vicki asked as she reached for her glasses and pulled herself out of the pool. She could barely see him through the chlorine that had managed to make itself in her eyes.
His clothing seemed to be smeared in something reddish and slimy, which had a sort of metallic scent to it.
Henry knew what the red slime was so he stayed in the pool, away from Mike.
“What’s wrong?” Vicki asked softly touching Mike’s shoulder. She tried to squint to focus on him more.
Mike pulled himself away from her with an almost bitterness. He glared evilly at Henry. “I thought you said your vampire friend was a pathetic newbie who didn’t hurt anyone.” He was referring to a client of Vicki’s who had said he was a friend of the Vampire in the pool. “You said we could trust him. I knew I had no reason to trust your kind.”
Mike began to walk away from them, not wanting to have anything to do with Vicki or Henry.
Vicki got up and followed him. “What are you talking about?” She asked, reaching him and grabbing his shoulder.
He spun around, his eyes full of hatred, “Your new client just killed my ex-wife and my son.” He said and charged off into the darkness.
Vicki spun to the direction of Henry, who had now gotten out of the pool. “What does he mean Vicktor Conrad killed his ex-wife and son?”
Henry didn’t say anything, knowing there wasn’t really a good answer for that question. “I don’t know, but I think we better find out what the hell is going on.”