Timeline: After Wrapped.
Summery: Coreen takes the initiative and brings them men back to their, now broken, Vicki. But as she does this old enemies show up. Together.
Disclaimer: Blood is red, Mike's eye are blue, I don't own this- for god's sake don't sue.
Author's note: Inspired by Aftermath by EGrace.
Henry left the office and Vicki sat down again.
Coreen stood in the shadows and watched her boss, the woman she had come to think of as an older sister, sink back into the couch and begin to sob. Vicki was gasping for breath now she was crying so hard. Vicki had always been so strong. When Coreen met her she had been the one to believe in her, to take her case and do what she could, even though Coreen knew that Vicki had thought it was hopeless.
Vicki presented this tough exterior. She never expresses, what she thought of as, weakness in front of others. She was a saving grace to most and a savior to others. She was the guardian angel that Coreen hadn't had as a child. Coreen thought about going to Vicki and trying to comfort her, but realized that Vicki wouldn't appreciate that and so she tried to think of another way to help. Coreen thought hard for days as she watched Vicki fall apart.
Vicki was working one hundred and forty seven hour a week by the end of the second month. And by the end of the third month she was only eating once a day. By the end of the fourth month Coreen was getting paid twenty dollars an hour and Vicki's business was nearly in the black financially. But Vicki was broken and Coreen was getting angrier and angrier with the two men who had disappeared from Vicki's life four months ago. Coreen watched Vicki all day as she worked herself to death. Coreen watched her all night as Vicki sobbed herself to sleep. Until the day that the check came.
One hundred and thirty four thousand four hundred dollars for 'Services Rendered' paid to Victoria Nelson P.I. by one Henry Fitzroy. Vicki opened the envelope, read it, and dropped it on to the table with a blank gaze. Coreen picked it up, read it and without a word she spun and went after the vampire who had slowly been destroying Vicki.
As soon as Henry opened his door, Coreen's fist connected with his cheek. "Services rendered? Vous le fils d'une prostituée! Vous le lâche! How could you?" She roared at him. Henry's jaw dropped as she railed against him. "What gives you the right to treat her like that? She's been though hell because of you! She gave in to the powers she has been fighting against for months because of you! Four months she fights against the inevitable doom that those damned marks bring and then YOU get into trouble and she gives in! And you condemn her for that? How DARE you! You don't deserve all she had done for you. She has lost so much for you. She gave up a normal life. She gave up a loving boyfriend. She gave up her blood. She gave up her sole! How could you DO this to her? Vous pitoyable excuse pour un duc!"
"COREEN!" Henry finally shouted at the baby-goth. Her black lined eyes, which were usually filled with excitement, admiration, and awe around him, were cold and bright with the bottled up fury she had not finished releasing on him. "Coreen, this really isn't of any of you busin-"
"Not any of my business, vous pompeux trompe? Of course it's my business! After you and Mike abandoned her who the HELL do you think had to take care of her, as much as they could, while she starved herself and worked herself to death?! She sleeps about twenty-one hours a WEEK! Of course that's only when she sobs hard enough to get to sleep! Now listen to me, vous le petit bâtard, it's almost dawn and you have to go to sleep and I have to go and watch over Vicki, but if you are not at the office as soon as the sun sets I will come after you and make the crazy priest, Christina, and everyone else you have ever faced seem like a picnic. Do you understand me?" Coreen growled. Apparently Henry didn't answer quite quickly enough because when she didn't get his reply, Coreen bellowed, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Henry just nodded, still blown away by the fact that the young women yelling at him was the sweet goth who had been so perky and warm until this moment. "Henry?" Coreen said quietly, "That wasn't a threat. That was a promise." Her eyes were infinitely sad now, as though her dreams had been dashed.
And maybe, Henry thought, they had. She had believed in him almost as strongly as she believed in Vicki. It hurt him to see that disappointment in her eyes. "She knew that I hated black magic, Coreen." Henry reminded the baby-goth in a tone that pleaded with her to understand his side of the story, "She knew and she still preformed the ritual."
"I know," Coreen replied her voice just as soft as his, "And I wish I could forgive you." Then she was gone.
French:
1) You son of a whore! You cowered!
2) You pitiful excuse for a duke!
3) You pompous fool!
4) , you little bastard,