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Helena "H.G." Wells ([personal profile] feellikeibelong) wrote2014-05-14 09:25 pm

VtM: A Fatal Desire



Things had been going well. Helena had thought she'd finally found someone she could potentially be with. He hadn't minded the fact she'd had a child out of wedlock. That was rare for men in these times. However, things had gone horribly wrong a few nights prior. Helena had found her beloved daughter, Christina, had been murdered. It had effectively killed her, and she'd spent the past few days planning a funeral she never thought she would have to plan. On top of that, she'd tried to contact Dorian, to reach out to him, but she hadn't been able to find him.

As she stood at her daughter's grave, her heart was in shreds. She'd spent a lot of time the past few days crying that she couldn't cry anymore now. As she watched the dirt fill in the grave, Helena was determined to find out who had killed her daughter, and she was going to find Dorian one way or the other.

That determination led her into traveling through the darker, seedier parts of the city. She would go to whatever lengths to find vengeance for her daughter. The grief she was bearing was too great, and she instead focused on doing what she felt needed to be done, which was looking for Dorian as well as learning who killed her daughter. Of course, a woman should not be alone in that part of the city at night, but she didn't care. She was armed, she wasn't defenseless by any means.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-15 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian in many of their outing had mentioned he had a nasty habit of gambling. he did not mention that he rarely loses become math is second nature to him. He can count cards like no one else. he had no idea Christina Wells had been murdered, nor did he know the woman who crawled into his bed every night had been the one to do so. He should have guessed she had been far too giddy lately. Matthew and Maria had left town the day before to secure their next home. Phoebe had refused to leave his side.

She was walking out of a seedy little bar dressed in a light pink ball gown of all things. The cut throats all moved the fuck out of her way like they knew better. "I tired of your boring habits Alexander!" She called back clearly pissed off stomping off down the streets. She and the other to were almost always around Dorian and with those the others had targeted.

Inside the bar, Dorian leaned forward popping a button under the cravat "Alright, next hand?" he asked tossing down a few coins. Clealry looking releived she was gone. he had no idea Helena was near, he never expected to see her again. Better to cut her off and not risk the psycho who kept him on a short leash find out he had taken a fancy to her. He had broke his blood bond months before but was still biding his time. He had Phoebe convinced he loved her so she had not bonded him again.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-15 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
In his time with her he had been horribly sweet and funny. He had done his best to win her over at first just for the sake of the twisted family game but after the first week or so, he really started to enjoy her company. She had a fire like a woman he used to love with every drop of his heart.

He never expected her to come find him in the bars. No one had told him a woman was seeking him either The moment she turned him and hit him his chair went backwards the cards in the air and a mix of yells and cheers broke out as he landed on his back looking up at her. That was when he took her fully in. Even with the haze of the whiskey he could tell something was very wrong.

"Ms Wells?" he spoke like she had not just demanded answers of him. "Let us go outside and speak." he was quick to push himself to his feet and sweep up his winning. Because money matters. "why are you here? And why are you all in black?"
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-15 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
She was right, after over a century of following strong women around he had long quit asking questions when silent orders were given. He had said outside and she lead the way so he followed. Once outside he slipped his hands behind his back listening as he looked down at her, there was no mark from her punch at all. Like it never happened.

"I was called back to handle some debts Ms. Wells, I did tell you of my habits..." he started before his eyes widened, if he could drop a shade he certainly did. "Christina?" And yet all he could see was Phoebe's shining face and the way she had been singing ... just night ago. "When? Who?" Please let him be wrong... "I had no idea..." It was a game, you were never suppose to see me again "...I should have been there for you."
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-15 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Given what had happened to her it was understandable. He was always glad though when people did not notice something as off about him. He would likely not tell her for a bit now due to the news if he ever told her. His eyes went wide, four nights... Phoebe had come home singing that annoying tone trying to be lovely dovey on him four nights before and had been sickeningly sweet until he called her a whore moments before. He was never kind to his sire even when he was blood bound because he hated her. He only bedded her to get her to leave him the fuck alone. "No, an animal would have made a huge mess..." He spoke as he frowned, Christina was far too sweet, the first time he had saw her she had made him miss his sisters terribly.

"Ms. Wells, I understand your grief, and please do not say no I do not." He started taking a breath. "I never told you this before because I do not like the way people look at me when they find out. But I was married once a few years ago, with a son and daughter. They were all three killed while I was on business so. I do know this pain. And the person who killed my loved ones escaped without punishment, but mayhaps I can help to seek vengeance for poor Christina with you?" It had been a game but this was too much, he would make Phoebe pay this time. He knew damned well it was her.

"Forget the card game, your child has been taken from you. And I can understand not wanting to return home. I do not have much in money at the moment." Phoebe kept him broke to keep him on a short leash. "But I could rent you a room in the hotel I am staying at. It would be away from home, and I can ask around to see if anyone knows about anything. I know many in the lower class."
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-15 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian would try to trick her into sleeping later in the evening he had no intention of letting her off on her own. If Phoebe had killed the woman's child and now shes been seen with him Phoebe would soon be looking for her. he knew how the dried up husk grew endlessly jealous when he flirted with anyone but it was all part of the game, but part of the rules were never to harm children. He should have known.

"I lived in upstate New York and it was a few years ago, which is to say there is no vengance to give the trail is long cold. Which is how I ended out this far. I have traveled every bar and salon from there to here looking for any insight, and none ever comes." Oh he fucking knew and she would fucking pay. He was glad she had not said sorry.

"Do not sell your shop, you need a means to survive Ms. Wells, and gambling would suit you ill." he spoke offering her his arm then. "Come, let us get you settled in for a night, you look run ragged and we can speak while you rest and you can tell me what you know." He'd fucking kill her the moment he got her alone.... not Helena but Phoebe.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-16 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't bother mimicking life, not tonight he could tell she was too distrought to notice if something was off about him so why waste the blood. It was not a far walk to the rented room over the bar. This was actually a room he had been renting himself to escape Phoebe when he wished to sleep and not deal with her. He lead her up the back steps leading up the side of the building.

"I did not say I stopped, just that I know it is a useless plight why else would I live like this?" he spoke. Reaching the door he opened it, pushing the door open. The inside was simple, a bed, table and an old trunk covered in travel stickers from being shipped around. It had four locks on it. Everything else seemed to have come with the room. A room barely lived in. The windows were covered up completely.

"Come in." He spoke as he moved across the room to light up the lamps. her pain called to him..and made him want to destory his maker more then every but he wanted her safe. He knew by now someone has told Phoebe where he walked off too and that he had a woman in his company.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
He would never do anything purposely to hurt her. As he lit the candle and oil lantern he turn and motioned for her to sit. "Sadly all their is is the one chair and the bed. You may sit wherever you feel best to sit." he spoke as he moved over bolting the door as she sat at the table. He was bolting the door so if Phoebe showed up he at least had a moment. "Bad area as you know." He added.

He stood then hands behind his back, watching her. "Mayhaps this is not the time but i owe you an apology. I lead you to believe I had money. while yes, my uncle is very well off and by proxy as am I. when he is not around I am broke as any beggar. Which is why this room is in this state. He left days ago, we were to move and I feared you would hate me if I told you I was leaving, which is why i stopped contact." It was only half true.

"Now, please tell me what you know. Anyone strange that may have been around, if Christina had any nightmares, I know it strange, but my son had cried of a monster outside of his window the night they were killed and I thought it a childs imagination and ignored it."
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily most people were not gonna fuck with a guy Dorian's size. Much less one who spent his nights gambling with cut throats. Dorian would not hessitate to pop someones head off if they fucked with him.

Dorian shook his had some. "I had planned on it but I never found the words. I knew it would hurt you. I was not certain you would be okay with building a future with a man who spends his nights gambling and drinking with men who could be murderers." He admitted. "I did not want to bring that kind of trouble into your life." He spoke moving over and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I will not go anywhere as long as you wish it though." Though he would sneak out later once he got her to go to sleep.

"Which is nearly exactly what happened. My son sobbed until I promised to walk around and look. I think the inhuman creature got inside while I was out walking the property line. i did not check the house when I returned, simply went to bed. They said an animal did they find any hair?" He was hoping if their was it was white.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-17 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I did not say it was a wise idea. I just did not know what to say. I had to tell you though,you deserved to know." He took a deep unneeded breath. "I did not want to cause you trouble." And now the idea crosses his mind that maybe he should just kill her, spare her the pain of living with a loss like this. Keep her from becoming like him bitter and wearing masks. At least she was not forced to lie with the person who murdered everything she loved... but maybe. Just maybe he could fix it.

"We need gun cotton and something some oil." he spoke straightening his back as soon as she said white hair pacing. He shouldn't have spoke aloud but the bitch broke her promise and did it again. Which means she was coming to bond him again before the end of teh night if whispers got to her that he was with Helena right now. "And a sword." He looked over to his trunk moving past teh table pulling the keys from his pocket to kneel starting to undo the locks. For now the words of regret are ignored as his thoughts of revenge burned.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-17 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
He looked up at her for a moment from where he sat on the floor fiddling with the locks. "Ms. Wells, I must apologize, I must have lead them here. Maybe they knew I was hunting them I do not know, but this tells me they are not far." flipping open the trunk inside was not what one might expect of a 'gentlemen' a long thick leather black coat, with smoked goggles inside, a sword cane in two pieces and Flint and thick knee high riding boots. A bunch of daggers were under the coat, underneath it. As he stood pulling out the coat he made a mistake a few very aged newpaper clippings feel free. 'Carver family butchered, husband in charged' a few others pretty much the same different dates but all for the summer of... 1788. Dorian tossed his coat aside and started to pull on the heavy leather coat.

It was from his times helping Matt with Blood hunts to make up for shit Phoebe does.

"A gun will not help here. I said gun cotton, Nitrocellulose. It is rather new but it makes one hell of a blast."
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-17 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
If she had ever heard any of the older crazy men speak sometimes there were whispers of hunters and other dark things but usually such people were considered mad. Though a strange 'plague' had hit the city people suffering from faintness. Could be the vampires chowing down. Pulling up the sleeves he slipped a dagger up each sleeve. Then pulled up the other daggers. EVerything had a place. This was clearly something he has warn before.

"It is not something I can fully explain, you would think me mad and I have no time. If the bastard is in the city then tonight this ends." he finally looked back then The flint shoved in his pockets and he yanked off his boots to put on the others and the goggles slipped in a pocket as well. "Tell me where to find a chemist. And you use that pistol to guard the door." he didn't want her coming. He had clearly ignored her words mostly because he didn't want to say anything else to make it clear he knew more then he was saying. But he refused to look at her while she had the papers.
Edited 2014-05-17 02:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-17 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Pulling up the sword cane he kneeled down slipping two more dagers into the sides of the boots reaching into the buttom of the box he pulled open a old cigar box that had different currencies inside, not a whole lot of each but someone traveled. Some of it old as can be. Taking out some he shoved it in a pocket and moved towards the door looking back when he reached it. Aside from the cane which only she would know a very sharp blade was inside of it he looked rather cool. knocking the lid closed he moved.

"I am going for the guncotton first and to ask about see if anyone has seen the beast. I will come back." he had to, she was the bait. He knew Phoebe would come. Helena may die in the crossfire, but Phoebe was going down too. No reason to break the Masquerade if he pretty much expects her dead and beside her daughter by nights end. It was a shame too. He rather fancied her.

"It will end tonight, I will be back within the house. Stay here, and guard the door. I will knock three times when I return." he spoke heading out.
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2014-05-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He was gone all of a half hour, mostly because he realized he had left the locks off the trunk. He did not need her going through his things that was a danger to the Masquerade, he trusted her but that didn't mean in her state she might not look. He had had to haggle to get the chemist to lower the price and when that didnt't work he used another tactic. A bit of blood taken and the store owner moaning on the floor Dorian got what he wanted.

Three knocks came to the door. he had the goggles over his eyes as he waited before slipping the key in and locking the door. Phoebe was near he could smell her. "My apologies for the wait." He spoke leaning the sword against the door and kneeled pushing the coat back to open the container a pair of thick gloves on he started to lay the explosive on the floor around the door... what the hell was he doing?

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