feellikeibelong | VtM: A Fatal Desire

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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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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.

Even the few times he had spoke to Christina had been at night, never once sending message or visiting in the day. At least now she knew why. It was a crime and if they survived this he only had a handful of options. But if they failed he planned to run to the flames and light himself. He would be damned before he went back to Phoebe.

He knew the idea of Vengance would help her, not a day passed that he did not picture his son's face, or the sound of Mary's last gargled words. Even when under he control he hated her with a passion like he had never known love to be. He hated her enough to live on and bid his time to get stronger, but time was up.

When the flames exploded, Phoebe let out a terrible shriek as the flames engulfed her dress. She ran at Dorian who moved fast fear was clear in his eyes as the flaming sire ran his way swinging the sword heart her head spun clean off and rolled. It was fast much too fast . The room was going up as he threw the sword down on the floor and grabbed the blanket off of Helena throwing it down on the body.

It is a sin... it is a sin.... He kept chanting as he tried to put her out letting his fangs grow out Diablerie He pulled out a knife and shoved it heard into her chest trying to get to her heart but time was running short and the flames getting closer to their only exit.

Vengeance was something she could hold onto, something that would allow her to focus. It was almost frightening how clearly she was able to think and focus once her hate and anger came to the forefront. Helena was certain Dorian must be feeling the same thing, finally able to exact his vengeance for his family and what Phoebe had done to him.

Hearing Phoebe's shriek was like music to her ears. Though Helena didn't have much time to enjoy it as the two vampires moved at each other. Things happened quicker than she could keep up with, though she did see Phoebe's head fly off, watched it as it rolled and came to a stop on the floor. Helena also blinked when Dorian took the blanket from her and used it to put out the flame on Phoebe's body. She watched him as he began to cut into Phoebe's body, and she didn't exactly care at the moment. It was enough to make someone's stomach turn, but Helena's didn't.

Though the spreading fire caught her eye. She looked around for something she could potentially use to stop the fire from spreading to engulf their only exit. Helena let out a cough as the smoke was building.

"Hurry, the flames are closing in," she warned and coughed again. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the sheets off of the bed and attempted to smother some of the flames heading for the doorway. If she could at least keep some of them at bay, it could keep the exit open long enough for Dorian to do whatever it was he was doing. She wasn't about to question him when she wanted it certain that Phoebe was dead.

He had just gotten through her ribs when he heard Helena's call. Shit, he couldn't afford to die here. She knew too much. She endangered everything. So instead he stood back up Phoebe's blood all over his hands and slammed his boot down through her ribs to crush her heart if he didn't have time to drink it he would crush it.

he rushed over to the edge of the bed grabbing the trunk and throwing it out the door. Moving and of all things he swooped up Helena into his arms and ran as fast as his body could carry him as he passed the trunk moving down the steps with haste.

"We have to move, act like you have fainted keep hold of the gun." he whispered as he ran with her.

She was busy trying to keep the flames away from the doorway, so she wasn't precisely paying close attention to what Dorian was doing. She heard the sound of his boot crushing something. The trunk being tossed through the door startled her as she hadn't been expecting that.

When Dorian scooped her up into his arms, a slight noise of surprise came from her, and she dropped the sheets as he bolted through the door. At his whisper, she complied, letting her body go limp and closing her eyes as her head fell back. However, she had her gun clutched in her hand and had it resting across her body so it wouldn't fall from her grasp.

Helena wasn't certain where he was taking her, nor did she even know what lay ahead for her. She wasn't exactly thinking very far ahead, nor had she really processed the fact he was a vampire. She had no context as to what her even knowing that meant. But at the current moment, she wasn't thinking about it, she didn't have the time to. All she could think about was everything happening in the current moment. What came next was something she'd think about whenever Dorian stopped and they had time to talk.

Of course he had grabbed the trunks handle as he past, quite a sight they had to be but no one dared stop them as he ran burning blood for more speed. It was not long until he reached her house. Which was a sign to the speed he dropped the trunk and her as he gasped unneeded breath, he was going to need to feed soon. "Quickly, go pack. We have little time. And one more place to go. we need a carriage called as well." He spoke. "Get some of Christina's things, you will need them." He spoke.

They could stay there but he feared someone following. Someone having seen him break the Masquerade for this woman. He looked exhusted, and he was hungry. But their children were finally avenged.

In no time at all, Helena found herself back at her home. It wasn't a place she wanted to be in, for obvious reasons, but she nodded at his instructions. She quickly moved off to her room and began packing clothes and any personal affects she would decidedly miss were they left behind. Even though she packing in haste, she was taking the time to fold her clothes and ensure nothing would break during travel.

Once she had her things packed, Helena went to Christina's room, and she stopped short. She didn't completely want to go into the room, fearing she'd find her daughter's body once more. Taking in a deep breath, she moved in and began to take some of Christina's things. Among the items was a hand-sewn blanket, a couple dolls and a few other personal effects. She took them and packed them in with her own things, tears lining her eyes but she refused to let them fall. For the moment she started crying, she knew she would never stop.

At that moment, she truly had no idea of the implications of Dorian telling her he was a vampire. Though once she had everything packed that she wanted, she paused and took out a small box of jewelry she had packed. Opening it, she pulled out a locket and she put it around her neck. Inside there was a picture of Christina, and she wanted to keep it with her always. Closing the box and repacking it, she grabbed the trunk and moved back to Dorian with it in tow.

"I am ready," she said softly. She looked at him, noting the exhaustion on his face. The initial questions about it that came to mind did rather have obvious answers, so didn't bother to ask them.

By the time she came back out Dorian had managed to get a carriage there and waiting the coat and weapons were back inside of his trunk and he looked like himself again the blood cleaned away and the trunk on the back of the carriage. When she came out with her things he nodded and took them from her to put them on the carriage.

"We have one stop to make, then we leave this town forever. Unless, you need to stop and say goodbye to Christina again, then it would be two stops. Either way we must go. We are both in grave danger now."

As Dorian took her things from her, she did notice he looked better, but didn't make mention of it. She instead looked back at what had been her home. Leaving it was only natural at this point, but she couldn't help but feel saddened upon needing to leave and not return. After all, it had been her home.

Looking back to Dorian, she drew in a steadying breath. "I would like to say goodbye to Christina one last time." The emotions that statement stirred up were intense. The pain and grief stabbing her through the heart more potently than any sharpened weapon ever could. Though she nodded at his words, understanding they needed to leave. Oddly, or perhaps not oddly, it was more difficult to know she'd never return to visit her daughter's grave than it was to leave her home behind.

But of course, that home would've become a tomb to her soon enough as it stood. So perhaps leaving would be for the best. She at least had some of Christina's things, the ones with the most sentimental value on them. Helena would cling to those desperately, hoping they would help her in dealing with her grief.

One of the poor maids on this street were very weak right now and would have no idea why. He had come down upon her in a quick way from the darkness and move back into the shadows just as fast. Dorian reached out as she looked back and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry, I truly am." He spoke sympathetically, opening the carriage door for her he waited for her to enter. Looking up to the driver he called out the name of the cemetery, it could be the wrong one as he was not at the funeral, it was an educated guess given Helena's standing in society. "Then we will go to her." He replied to her as he stepped in to the carriage after her.

After tonight he would no longer waste his blood around her by flushing himself with color. This would be the last night she see him looking alive unless he makes a change in their lives. For now his goal was to save her life and then possibly end his.

"I will not lie and say this pain gets easier but in time days will pass when the pain is not as sharp, but a more constant dull ache. Mayhaps it is not much to offer but it is all I can offer." He explained as the carriage started to pull off to take them away Dorian placed a hand over his eyes the pain he had been ignoring was getting worse. The blood bond had been severed but he could still feel what he had done and it was getting agonizing.

At the hand on her shoulder, she turned her gaze back to him, a storm of emotions passing through her eyes. Helena was still decidedly refusing to break and let her emotions out. At his words, she drew in a breath, attempting to steel herself against her emotions. She climbed into the carriage and took a seat, looking down at her hands as he got in after her. He had guessed the correct cemetery, so she didn't correct him on it.

Lifting her gaze back to him, she heard his words and understood his intent with them. "How long does it take before the pain is not as sharp?" Helena understood it would be a long time before that happened, but she asked anyway. After all, she was starting to question what the point of remaining alive would be without her daughter there to share it with her. Perhaps she should have let the flames cut off their only means of escape and consumed them both. Or perhaps she should've thrown herself to the flames or shot herself before Dorian had returned.

Seeing the way he put his hand over his eyes, she could see he was distressed. "Are you well?" She asked, though immediately wondered if she shouldn't have, if it was something relating to his vampiric state that she shouldn't know about.

The carriage rolled through the night while Dorian's body started wracking with pain. He was doing everything he could to remain still and hide the horrible discomfort growing praying at worst it seemed like a headache, after all she mattered most. Getting her safe.

It took him a few minutes to realize she had questioned time and his being. "It took me a few years before my mind did not drift to them daily. And I will be fine, just fine." He murmured the last bits.

Soon the carriage stopped and he looked to her the pain showing in his eyes. "Do you wish to go alone?" No one would find them yet and he figured she would wish to be alone, but he never said goodbye to Christina.

A few years. Helena didn't know if she was strong enough to endure that long. She knew if Dorian left her, she wouldn't have the strength to carry on. Even knowing what he was, and having questions as to whether he actually cared for her or if it had all been a lie as well, he was all she had now. She didn't know if she could put her life back together yet again. Last time her life had fallen apart, she'd had Christina that she needed to provide for, so she'd pulled herself together and managed to survive. This time around, what did she have? Christina was gone. She had no family. She obviously couldn't be with her friends ever again. Dorian was it, and if he left, what reason did she have to pull her life back together?

She nodded a bit, acknowledging his words. She wasn't entirely certain if he would be fine, but they'd pulled up to the cemetery, and she drew in a deep breath. "You may come if you wish to say goodbye to Christina," she said. She knew Christina had liked him, and she wouldn't deny him the goodbye if he wanted it.

Helena opened the door of the carriage and got out. She had been there hours earlier burying her daughter. It was far colder and harsher now, but she at least could let Christina know that her killer had been brought to justice. She made her way to where Christina's grave was. It was obvious it was still a freshly filled-in grave. She knelt down beside the headstone. She reached out and ran a hand over the carved letters on the stone that bore her daughter's name: Christina Alice Wells. Below her name were the dates of her birth and death: May 16, 1838 - July 14, 1846. Below that was the simple inscription of "Beloved Daughter."

"Christina, mummy's here. I want you to know that the one responsible for your death will never hurt anyone else again. I wish I could say I would come visit you often, but I must leave this place, never to return. It is just as well, this will be home again without you here. You know I am not one to pray or even one to believe in God, but I hope that wherever you are, you are at peace. I love you more than anything, and I will always keep you close to my heart. You were the greatest gift I could have ever asked for." She sniffed lightly, her resolve against holding her emotions at bay starting to crack, and she felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes. "Don't worry about me, Alexander will be helping me. Or I should say Dorian, as is his true name. Perhaps one day you and I will be reunited, love. Until then, I will keep you in my heart and my memories." Helena leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the gravestone. She knelt there for several more moments in silent reflection. Her emotions were starting to threaten to spill over, but she was still trying to fight them, to keep them inside. She wouldn't break. Couldn't break. Not until they were safe.

Dorian knew already that by the end of this night she would be his companion or a corpse. He had no plan to turn her yet but maybe just keep her alive awhile. He needed a princes' blessing before he could embrace. So, he needed to assure she was not going to kill herself before risking that. Despite feeling like his body was trying to destroy him for the sin he just committed he wanted to be there for her.

Despite the pain Dorian slipped out after a minute or two, snatching some flowers off other graves as he made his way over, kneeling beside Helena A hand placed on her shoulder as he looked at the tombstone. He never saw his families tombstone... "Hello Princess." He had jokingly called her that once and it just kind of stuck, he would play lowly servant to make her laugh whenever she was awake while he was around. She had been one of those rare lights. He tightened his grip on her shoulder. "I will keep your mother safe Christina, and when it is safe to return I will see to it that you are visited every year." Even if he killed her mother he would still come back.

Dorian stood silently looking down at the stone, just days ago the girl was so lively, and now she was dead. The least he could do was keep her mother safe.

Feeling Dorian's hand on her shoulder, she drew in a slow breath, trying to keep herself under control. It wasn't easy whatsoever, but she would keep herself together for the meantime. She looked over at him at hearing his promise to keep her safe, and also to ensure Christina was visited every year. Even if she couldn't return, as long as she was alive Helena would find a way to send flowers anonymously to Christina's grave each year.

Though Helena couldn't help but have the question in the back of her mind about wondering if Dorian truly cared about her. All the things he'd said and done in the time they'd known each other, had that been part of his lies? It was something she would ask about eventually. But for now, she wasn't going to turn him away from her. She did need him, even if he was now mostly a stranger to her.

After he stood up, Helena took some more moments to silently reflect on things. She knew they couldn't linger much longer, however, so she reached out and gently ran her fingers over the stone. "Mummy needs to go now, but when I am able, I will return to visit. I love you, Christina, and you will always be in my heart." Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, Helena finally stood up, looking down at the fresh grave one last time before looking to Dorian. "I am ready," she said finally. For she knew if she stayed any longer, she would not leave.

Though he had lied about his feelings at first part of why he had left was because they started to become true, and Matthew had won the game by sleeping with one of Helena's friends. The rules stated they had to run before someone asked of Marriage. Though Dorian was offically a widower twice over he couldn't shed a tear for his second wife. He had been demented into saying yes when she had them married. He had hated Phoebe with every bit of himself.

when she stood he looked back to the tombstone and muttered something in... dutch. A promise to make her mother happy again ot to have her laid beside her. As he lead her toward the carriage. "One last stop and then we can leave this place. I am sorry for the life you are about to enter. But you have seen into my world, the choices for you are slim, my dear. And I would rather keep you well then the alternatives."

Opening the carriage door for her he waited for her to enter before giving the address to the driver. They were going to Phoebe's townhouse. Where the money and other things were hidden.

Helena didn't understand what he muttered in Dutch. That was a language she didn't speak, but she wasn't going to ask for a translation. It was clearly something between him and Christina and no one else. Had he wished her to understand, he would have said it in English. As they returned to the carriage, Helena looked at him. The fact there were alternatives plural surprised.

"What else is an alternative other than death?" Because that one she was fairly certain was one of the alternatives. And so okay, the fact he seemed to not want to kill her was a good thing. Perhaps it meant he did truly feel something for her. Or perhaps it meant absolutely nothing other than he didn't want to kill her. For the moment, she would put her money on the fact he just didn't want to kill her. To expect anything else was no doubt going to set her up for more pain, and more pain was the very last thing she needed right now.

She climbed into the carriage again, and drew in a long breath. She glanced out the window towards Christina's grave on the off-chance it would be the last time she would see it.

She had been right. had he wanted her to know he would have said it in English. Growing up he had learned Dutch along with English. he spoke both fluently, though he would loose the Dutch over the next century from lack of use.

When the carriage rolled off he leaned in whispering close to her ear. Becuase, ya know dangers all around. "You can either become my companion until such a time as you choose to go or it is safe, or I could embrace you, but to be embraced I have to have a prince's blessing which means we have to move and get in good with a prince. For now, you will be my retainer, a human who guards over a cainite while they rest and provide blood. Granted..." He sat back so he didn't have to whisper so close to her ear anymore. "You mean more then that to me." That at least was not a lie. The carriage rolled on pulling into a nice neighborhood.

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