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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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Helena was too caught up in her emotions and venting at someone that she didn't notice there was no mark from where she'd punched him. She was barely thinking, let alone being observant of her surroundings aside from the blatantly obvious ones. While normally having an eye for detail, she was missing the details currently, and for good reason.

Had she known Dorian had only been playing a game with her, she would not have come searching for him in the capacity of needing someone to take comfort in. She would have instead come to give him one hell of a piece of her mind. "Four nights ago. The police seem complacent enough to say a wild animal killed her. No wild animal killed my daughter as nothing else in my home was touched as though a wild animal had rampaged through it. And if I knew who killed her I promise you they would not be drawing breath right now." She was every bit serious about that. "When I find who killed my daughter, I will take their life." And that was all she had to live for now. Vengeance was her driving force.

Suddenly, she sobered a bit from her anger. It was more a side-effect of the varying emotions she felt currently than anything else. Though being there with Dorian again made her realize how silly she must have been to track him down like this. "I do apologize for taking you away from your card game. I had no idea who else to turn to and I do not wish to return home." How could she ever go back there and call it a home without Christina there to greet her?

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."

The past four days had all blended together, but Helena had only remembered it was four nights because it had been five since she last really slept. On top of the emotional turmoil and broken heart she'd suffered, she was tired. Though she didn't want to sleep because every time she tried, all she saw was Christina's bloody body. As much as she wanted to forget that image, she knew she never would. Helena really didn't know what she was going to do without Christina. Christina had been the light of her life, and now she was gone, leaving Helena with nothing. Her family had disinherited her when she'd become pregnant outside of wedlock, as far as they were concerned, she was as dead as Christina was. She'd managed to scrape a living together to provide for her daughter, but now what did she have to live for? She was only twenty-five years old, yet she was already giving up on life in the wake of her daughter's death.

When Dorian said he understood her pain, Helena looked up at him, ready to rebuke him until he explained himself. He'd had a family that had been murdered as well. That only added to her anger that his family's murderer was still out there. "I would love nothing more than to seek out vengeance. I only wish that you would be able to find the same closure and vengeance for your own family." She didn't make an offer of saying she was sorry for his loss because that was a meaningless sentiment. When people had said it to her in the past few days, it had only served to anger her. Most people tended to also sound patronizing when saying such things. So instead, she opted for letting him help her seek vengeance for Christina.

"Thank you, I do appreciate your generosity. I have some money myself, but there is not much of it though I may sell the bookshop." The bookshop was her livelihood. It didn't bring her overly much money, but it had been enough to support herself and Christina and allow them to splurge now and again. It was more or less a miracle she wasn't breaking down in front of Dorian currently, but she was also out in public and doing her best to hold onto the anger that burned within her. She knew if she let the grief take hold, she would never leave her bed again.

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.

If death decided to come for Helena, she wouldn't completely mind currently. She would fight for her life, of course, but if she died, she didn't really see the loss in that. There was a deep depression already building within her, but she was clinging to the anger, to the need for vengeance to keep her from slipping completely. Once vengeance was taken, she would let herself slip into the depression, and she wouldn't care if she never came out of it.

"You should never stop looking for those responsible. You and your family deserve vengeance by any means necessary. As does Christina." Though if she were thinking clearly, she'd know this wasn't what Christina would want for her, but Helena couldn't think otherwise currently.

Helena shrugged a shoulder, taking his offered. "I can always open another one elsewhere if I so wish. Though I do not see the point in surviving." Which wouldn't be surprising. She was more than certain Dorian understood the sentiment, given the loss of his own family. "I will tell you all I know. Hopefully something comes of it." She would refuse to cry until she was alone. The pain was coming back to the forefront, and her gaze dropped to the street beneath her feet as they walked. Helena was now a starkly different woman from the one Dorian had come to know.

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.

She certainly wouldn't be catching on to the fact that there was something amiss about him. Helena was too wound up in her own emotions to notice much. In fact, she probably wouldn't really be able to recall the path she'd taken through the city while tracking him down, let alone which bar she'd finally found him in. Helena merely followed where he led. He could lead her off a cliff and she probably wouldn't have noticed or even really cared.

"I do hope that you will be able to find those responsible sooner or later." He certainly deserved the closure, and so did she. When he invited her in, she walked into the room, looking it over. It was obviously not really lived in. The trunk caught her attention, mostly for the four locks and the stickers on it, however she didn't pay it much further attention. She had no need to given it was obviously his, and it wasn't her business.

Helena was completely unaware of the potential danger she was in just by being there with Dorian. Not that she really would care about that fact. She went over to a chair, pulled it away from the table and sat on it. Setting her hands in her lap, she locked her gaze on her hands, not really certain where to start in telling him what happened. Nor did she think she was even ready to tell him.

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."

She heard the bolt slide into place, and she merely gave a nod at his statement. It was a bad area, and Helena was lucky she hadn't been accosted in some fashion when she'd been looking for Dorian. She hadn't exactly noticed anything happening either. For all she knew, people could've followed her to that bar.

Looking up at him, she listened to his apology. At the mention that he was moving, she felt her heart sink and break again, if that was even possible. "You were not going to come back, were you?" It clicked suddenly in her head. It figured as much. Just when she'd thought she'd found someone, he was going to simply leave and not tell her, letting her think whatever she'd wanted of him. "I would have appreciated it if you had told me instead of simply leaving without a word." There was a spark of anger and hurt, however brief, but it was there. Perhaps she'd been stupid to come seek him now if he was only going to leave anyway. And she must've been even more of a fool to think he had cared for her.

She drew in a deep breath. "Christina had said there was a monster outside, though when I looked, I did not see anyone. I calmed her and put her back to sleep. Perhaps if I'd taken it more seriously or looked harder she would still be alive." Or they'd both be dead, not that she overly cared which outcome she'd gotten at this precise moment.

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.

"So you thought leaving without a word was somehow better than telling me to my face?" She looked up at him, trying to grasp onto every tendril of anger she could. Or really any emotion that wouldn't have her a sobbing mess at the drop of a hat. Because she knew once she started crying, she would never stop. "Admittedly, those aren't the types of people I'd want anywhere near Christina, but I am not a wilting flower." It then hit her that she used the present tense when talking of Christina and her face fell. She took a slow, deep breath to try and steady herself. When he put his hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him. "I don't want you to go anywhere. You are all I have left in the world and I don't want to be alone." Her tone was softer, far more vulnerable than he had ever heard it. She lifted a hand and set it over his on her shoulder.

"I did much the same. I just keep thinking I should've woken up or stayed awake or something." It was a grieving mother's desperation talking. Though at the question of the hair, she thought for some moments, trying to sift through the past few days. "I think they did. I believe they said it was white." They had said it probably belonged to a wolf, but Helena wasn't convinced it was merely a wolf. She would have woken up had a wolf invaded her home.

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"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.

"Though it does not precisely matter any longer." She didn't quite have the energy to fight on the point, especially when he was acknowledging what he should've done. Had she known he'd thought of killing her, Helena most likely would've let him do it. At least she wouldn't be suffering anymore and wondering just how she could even go on living. It would be so much easier if she were dead.

However, her mind snapped to attention as he spoke of things they needed. It was then that she finally started putting the pieces together. She would've caught on much sooner, but she was distracted currently for good reason. "The one who killed your family is the same one who killed Christina, is it not?" The questions he'd asked, the details of what had happened to their children were too similar to simply be a coincidence. She stood up as he went to unlock the trunk. "I have a gun," she said, opening her handbag and pulled out a handgun. "I needed some insurance for this part of the city." It needed to be said that she'd at least thought ahead enough to come armed.

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."

"It is hardly your fault, Mister Smith, you have nothing to apologize for," she responded. "Such people seem to always be searching for new victims." Of course, she had no clue as to the truth behind everything. But even then, it wasn't his fault. A choice had been made, and he wasn't the one who had made the choice. She watched as he opened the trunk, blinking in surprise at seeing the true contents within. He was certainly a hunter, though it seemed that he more of a soldier or assassin than a hunter with the amount of weapons she saw. The newspaper clippings falling free caught her attention. Curiosity pushed her to bend down and pick them up. She read over the clippings, noting the main points of the contents. At first she'd thought they were records of another instance where the one who had murdered Christina and Dorian's family, but then she saw the date was from fifty-eight years earlier. If it was the same person, that would make them quite old by now, and she questioned how that could potentially be possible.

Helena shook her head, confused about the clippings more than anything. She wasn't putting things together quite the way she normally would. Otherwise she might have noted the similarities between when Dorian had told her and what the clippings said about the family that had been killed.

"A blast? Is there more than one person we are dealing with?" Really, she wasn't quite understanding the need for an explosion to be made. Not that she was against using it, she was all for making the responsible party, or parties, pay dearly for what had been taken from the both of them. "Though as long as it hurts, I see no problem in using it." She still held the clippings in her hand, and something was niggling at the back of her mind, trying to get her attention. But at that moment, she was more focused on going into battle, as it seemed they were about to do.

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.

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She'd heard stories of such things, but Helena hadn't put much stock in them. Yet at the same time, such things could account for so much that happened. Still, Helena was the type to not believe something until it was proven true to her. While she didn't have a degree or the proper education in the sciences, she was a scientist at heart in that way. Watching him pull the daggers out and slide them into place, it was obvious he'd done this before. And given the way he was collecting the weapons, he'd done this many times before.

When he told her to use her gun to protect the door, she knew she wasn't going with him. She didn't exactly like that arrangement as she wanted to be there to watch the murderer die. "Why can I not come with to watch them die?" Perhaps he was trying to protect her, perhaps there was something about the entire situation she wasn't supposed to know. Whatever the reason, she still wanted to be part of it, to witness it and know the murderer wouldn't take anyone else's family away from them. Still, she told him where a good chemist was, one that would no doubt have what he was looking for. She of course knew all the chemists in the area, and some were decidedly better stocked than others.

Though she realized he wasn't looking at her, and she wasn't completely certain why. Perhaps it was because of what he was going to do, and finally seek his vengeance. "For our sake, I wish this to end tonight." And if it did, then what else did she have to live for? Life was breaking her, and a passing thought of taking her own life crossed her mind. There was a certain appeal to it.

She fingered the clippings for some moments before she handed them to him, still not putting the pieces together because she wasn't in her right mind. "These fell out when you were gathering things," she said, getting another glimpse inside his trunk. The contents were curious, but she wasn't going to intrude on them. At least not while he was there.

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.

She merely watched him as he finished gathering everything he wanted from his trunk and slipping the weapons into place. The varying currencies she glimpsed was a bit odd to her, though given his gambling habits, it was explainable to her. That and he seemed to travel places, so she didn't question the different currencies there. Though a few seemed to be rather old, but she didn't pay overly much attention to it currently.

Helena nodded at his words. She wasn't entirely certain if he would come back given he seemed to have no intention of coming back before when he'd left with no word. But she would stay anyway. After all, where else would she go? And in her current state, she'd most likely end up getting cornered in a dark alley, raped and killed by several ruffians, if she was lucky.

"Be careful," she said to him before he left. She was falling for him, and she didn't want anything untoward happening to him. Especially with a murderer out there. Once he was gone, she locked the door behind him, keeping her pistol handy. She glanced over at his trunk, curiosity getting the best of her. Besides, sitting there doing nothing but wait wasn't appealing to her. She waited a minute or two to ensure he was gone, then she went over and knelt down in front of the trunk, setting the pistol on the floor beside her. Lifting the lid, she started going through things. She'd largely been intrigued by the amount of weapons he had, so clearly he had been preparing for his vengeance for a while.

Though sifting far enough, she found more clippings from 1788 to pair with the ones that had fallen out on the floor earlier. Picking the new ones up, she read through them and found a picture of a man named Dorian Carver who looked precisely like Alexander did. Helena's eyes widened and she looked back at the clipping about the Carver family's murder, and she paired it together with what he'd told her a few minutes before about his family having died. Dorian and Alexander couldn't possibly be the same man! Decades had passed, yet Alexander seemed to be the same age as depicted in the drawing.

Suddenly feeling like she'd uncovered something she shouldn't have, Helena put things back in the trunk and closed the lid. She picked up the pistol and returned to sitting in the chair, her gaze falling down to the pistol. Even in her confusion and emotional turmoil, she knew that Dorian and Alexander were the same man. He had lied to her about who he was. And if he had lied about that, what else had he lied to her about? Did he even really care for her? The thoughts swirled around in her head and emotion swelled within her, but she refused to let it out. Not here and certainly not now.

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?

The half hour had seemed like an eternity to her. In that eternity, she'd contemplated putting the pistol to her head and pulling the trigger, but she hadn't. The heart was a fickle thing, and if he was in fact a liar and had lied to her from the beginning, then how could they possibly ever have a relationship? Perhaps she really was stupid for coming to find him. Perhaps she should've let him go off and do whatever he pleased and then let herself sink into grief and despair. After all, if she'd died, he probably wouldn't have cared, if he'd even hear of her passing.

She jumped to her feet when she heard the knock, then took a deep breath to try and steady herself. "Do not worry," she responded. Though her voice had more of a dead tone to it than it had before, evidence to the thoughts that had been going through her mind. She watched him lay down the explosive with passing interest, and she kept a safe distance from it. At least for the moment. She had her pistol clutched in her hand, ready to use if the need arose. "I assume that you found the murderer?" It was obvious he was laying a trap. Or else he was going to kill both of them then and there.

Parts of it were true, but he would have cared had he heard, he had a heart despite the fact it did not beat he cared about those he befriended. He had taken a fancy to her and that was why her daughter was dead, why she too might soon be dead if the psycho coming their way had her way. Laying the explosive down he moved to put some on the window. Then took off and tossing them near the explosive in the window. "Move onto the bed." he spoke the order.

"Her name is Phoebe, you have met her before. What I am about to tell you will shock you maybe, but you have a right to know since neither of us may survive this night. Firstly is something hits the door or window. Fire at it." he spoke as he started working up his buttons and grabbed the sword cane throwing the sheath in the trunk and finally snapping the locks in place as he threw it up on the bed too blowing out the candles. "She is Matthew's sister. She has white hair and a penchant for excessive violence.... She killed me fifty eight years ago, a month after framing me for the murder of my family. So, yes I need you to understand I have lied but there are reasons."

When he told her to move to the bed, she did as she was told. She sat down on it, not entirely certain what to expect. However, she was fairly certain her doom was coming for her in the near future. She wasn't certain how powerful the explosives were, but the sheer amount he was putting down made her thing if they all went off, they would certainly perish.

Hearing that Phoebe was the murderer, she did remember meeting her before. Though at his further revelation, Helena's eyes went wide. "But...how is that possible?" She asked, having so many questions about things, but this wasn't exactly the time to ask. "So you truly are Dorian Carver, not Alexander Smith." It was a statement. "I saw the clippings that fell out while you were gathering your things. I also looked in your trunk and found the picture of Dorian Carver." She admitted to it. Surprising for she wouldn't have in this instance. She knew it was an invasion of his privacy, and she'd had no right to poking around in his things. "I should not have looked through your things, for which I am truly sorry."

Given it seemed death was imminent, she felt she might as well die with a clear conscience in that matter. Perhaps she should also confess how she felt about him, but she stopped short of that. Besides, the fact she'd come searching for him said much towards that end.

Luckily the guncotten he had gotten his hands on was not as powerful as he would have liked, he was mostly in it for a blast and flames. It might kill him before it kills her but like her, he was ready to die. he would rather die then live another night to be demented into begging that dried up husk that killed everything he loved.

"I am a vampire. Just think about it, it will make sense." He was pale, and never out in the day... The cut throats never challenged him either. He knew just with those words he betrayed everything he swore never to tell... but Phoebe was closer to Sabbat then Camarilla anyway. Matthew was the one that kept Dorian in line to the Cam's ways. "if we survive this night we must run from this place, and then I will explain it all. And yes, I am. Dorian Alexander Carver. Smith is her last name, I would not give her that satisfaction of holding my name. Not after what she did."

He lifted the blade as he moved standing near her. "Lift the blanket, if you fire pull it over you. we may be able to use it to get out. Unharmed. She and I are both very flamable so if she comes through that door, I want you to fire. She will go up in flames and then I will handle it. the fire hurts more then anything. This is your revenge for Christina."

He whispered before a soft knock came to the door.

"Oh Alexander, I hear you in there with your little whore. Open the door, do not make me come in after you." Her voice spoke dripping with Malice.

"Burn in hell." he hissed back.

"Oh, I never should have left you free. It is alright, once i kill your little whore you will be mine again as it always will be."

Vampire. Well that certainly suddenly made things make a lot more sense. She had wondered why she'd never seen Dorian during the day, but until now she'd chalked it up largely to his gambling habits keeping him up at night so he slept during the day. But him being a vampire suddenly made things that much clearer. Perhaps she should be afraid of that, of knowing what he was and what Phoebe was, but she didn't have time to be afraid right now.

She gave a nod as he told her to fire if Phoebe came through the door. She readied her pistol in one hand, while her other grabbed hold of the blanket. She was ready to pull it over her if the need arose. While she may have been resigned to death if it came, the moment Dorian said this was her revenge for Christina, that fire she carried within her burst back into life, proving that she wasn't yet ready to die, not without at least trying to claim her vengeance.

Hearing Phoebe's voice through the door only fanned the flames within her. Every fiber of her being burned with hatred and anger at the sound of that voice, knowing it belonged to the woman that had killed her daughter. The same woman that had killed Dorian's family and made him a vampire. Anger drew her face taught, a cold hatred passing through her eyes.

Phoebe came through the door and Helena did not hesitate. "This is for Christina," she said a split second before she pulled the trigger, causing the explosives at Phoebe's feet to go off. With the first explosives lit and beginning a fire, Helena pulled the blanket over her, though she made sure she could watch Phoebe burn and meet her own death. She wanted to see the bitch suffer and die for the things she'd done.

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