Blood Debt

knew. How would they fight?
    Would there be bloodshed? Wouldn't vampires instinctively refuse to waste so precious a resource?
    Beside him, Celluci swept a cynical gaze over the room, snorted, and said, "I see you guys've got a uniform. What's next? Team jackets and baseball caps?"
    Tony shot him a startled glance and faded back just far enough to use the detective's bulk as a shield.
    The tableau broke. As Henry snarled and stepped forward, Vicki's sense of the ridiculous pushed past her instinctive responses. She stared at Henry's clothes, then down at her own, and snickered.
    "Christ, we look like a set of undead Bobsey Twins."
    Nostrils flared, Henry stopped and turned to face her again.
    His aborted charge had brought him away from the window. Smile twisting into a snarl, Vicki backed around the table. "Don't stand so close!" She didn't want to attack, but she didn't think she'd be able to stop herself if he came any closer. She fought to see past instinct, to the lover, to the friend, to the teacher who'd taught her to survive within the parameters of her new existence, but the knowledge of what they'd once been to each other kept getting lost behind what they were.
    "This is my territory, Vicki." Henry took a step closer; graceful, deadly. "Not yours. You do not tell me what to do in my territory."
    "At least they're talking," Celluci muttered to no one in particular.
    "That's an improvement."
    The vampires ignored him, and Tony fervently wished he'd shut up.
    A muscle jumped in Vicki's jaw. "You asked me here!"
    "You insisted we could work together," he reminded her mockingly.
    "We could if you'd stop this Prince of Darkness bullshit and back off!"
    "I'm not doing anything, Vicki. I am older than you. I am more powerful than you. You can only see me as a threat. You can't help but respond."
    "And what do you see me as?" she growled, anger provoked by the implication that he didn't see her as a threat.
    "Something to be removed." His brows drew in and his voice grew scathing. "I do not wish my hunting ruined by a child."
    Vicki dove up and over the table, almost before she'd decided to attack. Her hands reached for Henry's throat and grabbed only air.
    She spun around as she landed, but, off balance, she had no chance to block Henry's blow. He threw her against the far wall and was on her, fingers dimpling her throat before she hit the ground.
    When Tony moved forward, a large hand closed on his shoulder and pulled him back.
    "No," Celluci said softly. "Let them work it out."
    Startled, Tony stared up at the detective. He couldn't believe that Michael Celluci was allowing this to happen, but although he was frowning, neither the larger man's gaze nor his grip wavered.
    Her shoulders under Henry's knees, her throat in his hands, Vicki froze, caught in his eyes and recognizing defeat.
    "We cannot work together," Henry told her, all the posturing gone from his voice, leaving it flat and tired. "And as you must remain here to do your job, I am leaving. I've borrowed a cabin on Grouse Mountain from a friend. I'll leave immediately and return when you've solved the case." His eyes never leaving hers, he released her throat and stood.
    "So you're proved right." Vicki got slowly to her feet, one hand supporting her weight against the wall. "Happy?"
    He sighed and one corner of his mouth twisted into an almost smile. "Actually, no."
    "Stay here," Celluci murmured, finally releasing Tony's shoulder.
    "Keep an eye on her, but don't go near her until she's calmed down."
    "Do I look stupid?" the younger man demanded, wide-eyed and twitchy from the adrenaline buzz. "Where are you going?"
    "I need to talk to Fitzroy."
    "About what?" Then he followed the line of Celluci's gaze to where Vicki stood, eyes closed, breathing heavily, the fingers of her left hand sunk knuckle-deep through the leather upholstery of the couch. "Oh.
    Never mind."
    When Henry attempted to leave the condo, black canvas case slung over one shoulder, Celluci was waiting at the door. He stopped with most of the entry between them. Any closer and he'd have to look up at the much taller man. "You have something to say, Detective?"
    "You did that on purpose."
    "What?"
    "Provoked a fight. You knew that she had to attack you, or she'd never be convinced you were right."
    "That's very perceptive of you, Detective." Henry studied the other man's face, not entirely certain of what he saw. "Are you going to tell her?"
    "I haven't decided. But I'd like to ask you