Wondering (Vi and Odd)

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Henry didnt know what to do. Somedays he felt like Phoenix was there and others, he felt like she didnt even care for him. But he couldnt complain, Alice was the highlight of his life. Just seeing her smiled made him happier then everything. But he couldnt see her anymore and he sighed, leaning back on the tree.

"Well to bad." Henry said, shutting her door. He walked into his study and remained there for the next four hours.

Alice looked up at Jessibel before smiling softly. "Hiya...wanna play dolly?" She asked her, playing with the doll she found unfront that Henry got her. She had a few other things around her as she hummed softly.

She smiled again before dressing her doll up. "Daddy likes you." she said out of the blue. "But you dont like him. I can tell it....you do but not the way daddy likes you. You think daddy is a bad monster." She said softly, making her doll like a ballerina

"My daddy lost my mommy...and his life. You arent the only one. He only turned you because he likes you. He liked you before he knew it." She said softly, looking up. "I have the power of seeing the future.." She told her.

"I doubt it. Daddy thinks you are parniod about your lover..." Alice said, breaking the head off one of her old dolls.

Alice snorted. "I beg to differ." She said, standing up. She hummed softly, grabbing her orb from her dresser.

Alice sat her orb down before mumbling some words. Just then, Henry stood at her door, glaring. "But that silly thing away. I told you it doesnt work." he said.

"I said put it away Alice." Henry repeated. Alice sighed and nodded, putting the orb down. "Go get cleaned up. Someone wants to see you....Violet has been waiting for days to see her little friend agian." He said, making Alice's eyes light up.

"Get to your room.." Henry said before turning on his heel and going to meet Violet.

Henry helped Alice get her stuff together and handed it to Violet. "Have fun, Alice." He said. Alice nodded and held ont Violet's hand as they disapparated. Henry pushed his hair back before walking to Jessibel's room, only to hear her cry. It pained him to be mean to her, but he had to. He opened her door silently, and watched her.

"I'm sorry." Henry told her, shutting the door behind him. He walked towards the bed, sitting down and wiping some of her tears away. "I have no reason to be mean towards you." he whispered softly, pushing her hair from her face. He wanted to kiss her again, to make her feel like she belonged, but he didnt, he just sat there, watching ehr.

Henry wiped the tears away again, shaking his head. "No, that is no reason." he said, pulling her to him. He kissed the top of her head, running his hand down her hair and telling her it would be alright.

"I already told you, Jessibel. I love you...if I didnt I wouldnt have turned you." He whispered, kissing her softly.

Henry sighed, before standing up. "I try and try to be nice to you. Hell, I already told you how a feel. What more do you want?" He asked her.

"Well, let me know when that happens." Henry said, pushing his hair back. Everything was getting stressful for him and he walked into the living room, sighing.

Henry had fell asleep on the couch, breathing softly. His head had started pounding from some reason and he had laid down to stop it.

Henry's eyes snapped open when he felt someone or something sit down beside him. "Yes, Jessibel?" He asked her, yawning.

"You woke me for that?" Henry asked, yawning. "Glad you feel that way, but I need to sleep." He told her softly.

Henry grabbed her hand as she went by him, pulling her with him. "Just...lay down." He whispered softly.

Henry pushed some hair from her face, kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes.

Henry stroked her hair softly, soon falling asleep. A few hours though, he woke back up. He looked around, before sitting up.

Henry looked down at her, touching her cheek softly before getting up.

"No." He told her, looking at the clock. "It's about midnight." he told her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Henry nodded, standing up. He walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of blood and a wine glass.

Henry turned back to her, sighing. He poured him some too and walked into the living room.