feellikeibelong: (039 - Cold glare)
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.
somepartsbroken: (☁ - And her lips are)

[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.