The perils of life at the Sanctuary
Helen woke up feeling warm and tingly. She smiled and rolled over. But instead of finding a warm chest, Helen was greeted by a pillow. Confused, Helen lifted her head and looked around. Where was he?
Helen had expected to find Nikola's warm body lying next to her. They had come back from East Africa eleven hours ago. Nikola had been revamped and by the time they made it home, everyone was in bed. Helen had been so glad that that vampiric bitch hadn't killed them. She was even happier that Nikola was a vampire again and she wasn't alone. All of that coupled to a marvellous night of mind blowing sex. Nikola being a vampire made it all the better.
But now he was gone. He was gone. It took a minute for Helen to realize what he had done. That bastard. She had… last night hadn't been meaningless sex for her. She had opened her heart to him. And he had just left. He hadn't even said goodbye.
There was a chance that he just got up before her. But deep down, Helen knew he was gone. Helen grabbed the pillow and pulled it close, hugging it to herself.
"That bastard." She whispered.
"THAT BASTARD!" She screamed into the empty room.
There was a reason Helen never opened her heart. John broke it once. James had broken it politely once again. And now, she was left alone after a one night stand with the one man she had truly ever loved. She would never open her heart to anyone. Ever again.