CHAPTER 1

It's been months since Henry and Mike left that night. I feel empty, except for the feeling of getting hit by a Mac Truck every time I think about it, of course. Why did I have to be so damn stubborn? Mike refuses to even speak with me and believe me, I've tried everything I could think of to get him to talk to me. Coreen says that he just needs time? Really? He thinks that I chose Henry over him. Which is partly true. Mike just doesn't understand. He thinks Henry put some kind of "vamp spell on me". Mike's words. Not mine.

And Henry? What can I possible say to him? Everything in me told me to go with him. And I wanted to. But how could I? I didn't trust him, or rather, the love that he showed me.

Men leave. They always do. Like my father, he left me and my mom. So why should I trust someone man my love and have him leave me in the end? I refuse to have my heart broken to the point where I can't breathe. But then again, it happened anyway didn't? Coreen's worried about me. I mean, why she shouldn't. I don't smile anymore. Forget laughing. And throw myself into my work even more than I ever thought possible.

So instead dwelling in my sorrows and pain, I work on every case that comes my way. And there weren't even any supernatural ones. And to say the least, I'm thankful. They remind me of Henry.

And Coreen? Other than worrying about my sanity, she's better than I am. Sure she misses Henry and Mike, but not as much as I do. Though, I'll take that to the grave with me. She love's showing off her scare. Says its, "cool, and something that should be showed to the world." Yeah, I think it's cool how she almost died that night. Do note the sarcasm. She says that she remembers little about that night, and for that I'm envies of her.

I moaned. This headache was killing me. My eye sight was getting worse. Though that's not surprising. Coreen walked through the door, Gothic as ever.

"Hey, Vicky. Brought you some water and Advil." She said as she handed me the cup and pills. I thank her.

"So anything?" She asked hopefully.

I sighed. Every day she asks me if Henry has contacted me. Or vice versa. The answer is still the same.

"Nope." I said before I pop the pills in my mouth and drunk the water.

Now it was her time to sigh.

"Well, have you tried?" I snorted.

"He left Coreen. I didn't." I said looking back at my computer. The current case was to find out if this women's husband was unfaithful. I e-mailed her the pictures of her husband with a very young blond enter a hotel room and kissing her. Men. Another risen why I refuse to give my heart way to a man.

"I wish you would stop being so stubborn," Coreen said under her breath. But out loud she said.

"We got a new case." I looked up.

"What's it about?" I asked.

"Don't know. The guy just said that he'll be here on Friday." Today's Sunday. I shrugged.

"Okay. Go on home it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow." Coreen nodded.

"Vicky?" I looked up at her.

"Yeah, Coreen?"

"Do you think he'll ever come back to visit?"

"I don't know Coreen. I really don't."

"Do you hope he does?" She asked hopeful. More than anything, I wanted to say. Instead I said.

"Go home Coreen. I'll see you tomorrow." She sighed again, wished me a goodnight and left.

Once she was gone, I went back to my computer and looked over my e-mails. Sure enough, nothing. I guess he really does hate me. Sighing, I turned off the computer and was about to go to bed, when my phone goes off.

I look at the Caller ID and there is my mom's face.

"Hello Mom." I said as I answered the phone. Looking over at the clock, it was almost 11 o'clock.

"Hello, Vicky. How's my beautiful daughter?" She asks. Two things were wrong with this. One it's almost 11 o'clock at night and my mother is calling me instead of asleep in bed and second, when every she used to line, "my beautiful daughter", she had something to tell me. And I wasn't going to like it.

"I'm good Mom. Why are you calling so late?" I asked.

"What? So you don't want to know how your poor old mother, the one you never visit, is doing?" I mentally groaned. So that's what she wanted.

"How are you Mom?" I asked.

"I'm good. I was hoping my little girl would come and visit me Friday?" She asked.

"I can't Mom. I've got a client that day."

"As always, putting your work before family." She said disappointingly.

"How about I come over on Saturday? Will that work?" Hoping she would stop the pity party and get off the phone so we should both get some sleep.

"Perfect! The family's coming over that day anyway. Oh and bring that lovely girl Coreen, with you. I've been dying to meet her. Oh and will Mike be coming?" She asked.

I flinched. Family, Coreen? What the hell is she up to? I thought.

"No, Mike isn't-"

"Oh well that's okay. See you then dear." Then she hung up the phone. And in my face too! I wanted to call her back and demand to know what she was planning, but I knew she won't tell me. I sighed. Great. Just great.