feellikeibelong | 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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At least he was wise enough and understanding enough to understand certain members of his family would question it, where as Dorian would not. He had had a fine wife who had hounded such ideas out of his head after one very painful broken nose.

"That is exactly what I mean, it just seems less of a fright to some to leave that detail out. We tend to call it the vampires kiss." He explained a hand resting on his temples as the agony moved through his body despite how he tried to hide it. "And on the bright side, I may be able to help you sleep, if you are as I was. Sleep will not come easily but us kindred have ablities and one of mine should help you. If i can focus enough to preform ." Of course that doesn't sound bad at all.

"I appreciate the sentiment, though I do not frighten easily." Which the night's events could attest to. If Helena frightened easily, she would not have even attempted to find Dorian in the bad part of the city in the first place. Nor would she have stayed with Dorian after finding out what he was. Which would have resulted in her being killed, no doubt.

"If it is too much strain at the present moment, do not trouble yourself. I can manage. Sleep will come eventually, even if it will not stay for long." Helena was still new to having nightmares to the extent she currently was, but she always kept a stiff upper lip despite everything. It was her innate stubborn English upbringing.

"As I am learning, You, I must admit, are one of the most remarkable women I have met in ages." He spoke a glimpse that he does not easily make connects at this point. Not after losing everyone.

Dorian side eyed her some. "Stubborn, but respectable." He meant about her saying she would sleep enough. He nodded some and sat back it was going to be a long ride. Which it totally was. This is an awesome time jump.

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When the carriage came to a stop Dorian's pain had gotten worse but he stepped out all the same trying to mask it. He made his way inside to get a room while the couchman brought down their bags. Just minutes later he walked out and collected the two, The old inn keep waiting for them to follow.

Of course it was a nice room, one faced away from the sun since of course weary travelers need to be away from the windows. "Thank you sir, and we will see you this evening as well." He added the last bit to the couchman as he smiled weakly to Helena having taken the bags to from the couchman once inside and sat them aside.

Helena caught that glimpse of Dorian not being able to make connections easily. And at this current moment in time, she didn't really see how she was remarkable, but there were extenuating circumstances in that regard. Clearly she could be forgiven for not thinking highly of herself in any fashion at the current moment.

After they arrived at the hotel, Helena got out of the carriage and waited until he came back out. She followed Dorian to their room, then gave the coachman her thanks as well before moving into the room. She glanced around the room briefly, then turned back to Dorian. Helena was tired, but she wasn't yet ready to sleep.

"Will we be able to reach where we are going tomorrow?" Obviously meaning by sunrise the next day.

he moved across the room dropping the trunks he had taken from the coach man and dropped them on the floor near the bed. Slipping the heavy coat off and draped it over.

"We should arrive by dawn tomorrow. I know a house that sits open under the ownership of my uncle. He doesn't always pay attention to his assets, that is where I come in. I am more or less his accountant. he is the only one of them I truly trusted." He explained undoing his shirt halfway and moved yanking off the riding boots. Clearly about to head to bed.

Helena nodded a bit as she took her own coat off and set it aside along with her gloves. She watched as he undid his shirt halfway. Unlike most ladies of the day, she didn't avert her gaze. She wasn't staring at him, merely taking note of what he was doing, and clearly he was going to go to sleep. She moved to ensure the curtains were tightly shut. Helena went so far as to prop a chair against them to ensure they remained closed once the sun rose.

"What will happen if he finds out we are in the house? Or more to the point, that I am with you?" Helena may not have much will to live at the moment, but she doesn't want to die at a vampire's hand without her consent being given in the matter. And she didn't precisely want Dorian's uncle to suddenly just snap her neck or drain her dry or whatever. She sat down and began undoing her long raven hair from it's up-do. Once it was free, it's full length was revealed to Dorian, hanging most of the way down her back. Without much pause, she began to weave it into a braid, tending to prefer the braid to sleep in.

Though really, she doubted she'd be sleeping much, if at all, that night. She knew Dorian had offered to help her in that, but given he was in a state of pain, she wasn't going to ask him to do it. She could survive.

Dorian smiled a bit though it was weak as he saw her put the chair against the curtains. He could tell she would take his safety to heart. "Thank you." he muttered as he tossed his boots over by the trunk and slipped his trousers away, he moved under the blankets becuase he tends to sleep mostly undressed. the shirt tossed after he was laying down.

"Matthew will do nothing to you, if he is cross it will be at me. He may come and ask what happened and he will understand when I tell him. Please do no worry, I promised to take care of you and I will." His promise to Christina's grave. His eyes traveled down her hair, it was beautiful, just like the rest of her. But tonight was not the time to be admiring her beauty.

He closed his eyes then. "as soon as the sunsets we will be on our way. By dawn we will reach the house." he spoke with a yawn.

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