A/N: So this is what happens when you've read too much Teslen fic, get in a mood and turn on the darker music as you clean the house. As you clean your mind wanders, then you stop said cleaning and come up with this, even though you have sworn you'd never write Sanctuary fic. I figured I'd leave Sanctuary to the pros, but alas… I give you this.
Song influence: Coming Undone by KORN.. Not the darkest thing I own but it's what set off the inspiration at any rate. Well, that and Nine Inch Nails, I want to F***k you like an animal :oX
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, Tesla would be mine, sorry Helen!
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Coming Undone
Everyone knew Helen loved Classical music, especially when sipping wine by the fire, book in hand. A few even knew she listened to an array of music, keeping abreast of current trends. But one, one knew her darker side. The side that listened to music no one would dare associate with Helen Magnus. Helen had a dark side, a side that rarely asserted itself, but one that needed to be fed none the less.
Always anonymous, dressed in corseted leather; hair dark, loose and mussed. Make-up done in a dark smoke around the eyes, lips the color of blood, cheeks contrasted in highlighting and dark tones. Feet clad in black wide heeled leather boots. Sometimes black leather pants accompanied the outfit, tonight it would be a skirt. This was the Helen Magnus no one knew about. Or so she thought.
He however, had known about this side of her for a very long time. He could almost sense when this side of her would surface, calling to him from thousands of miles away if need be. She would always deny herself for as long as she could; but eventually she'd break, disable cameras as needed to slip out. Always to a new place each time. That wasn't the hard part, places such as these often moved from venue to venue to abandoned building to basement.
Tonight Helen was there to feed this need, this dark side that surfaced with a force she hadn't felt in a while. Tonight she would lose herself in the dark music that filled the air, the writhing of bodies, and the sensations that would hum through her body with every metal note, with every dark beat that would wash over her from the array of speakers.
While some there would relish in this experience under an alcohol or drug induced haze, Helen need neither. All she needed was the freedom this particular side of her craved. Tonight she was not just here to dance, to let the music wash over her, but more. Her body thrummed with need. Helen was on the prowl, and he knew it.
He could sense it in his being earlier in the day as if the need radiated off of her like electrical waves. In fact the energy that flowed from Helens body to tease his senses was sweeter than the lover like caress of electricity that flowed through his veins. Just being near her during the day had been nearly unbearable. This side of Helen always appealed to his darker side. It was cliché and he abhorred clichés, but he was, after all, a vampire. How could he not help but be turned on in a most basic, raw way at the sight of her like that.
He always watched from afar. He would watch as her body writhed in harmony with the dark music. He would watch as she writhed in harmony with partner after partner on the dance floor. Very rarely she would actually leave with one of them, for a quickie in the alley, bathroom or elsewhere very indiscrete. This was the Helen no one knew about. Except of course, Nikola Tesla.
He avoided her as much as he was able all day. Every time he was near her when she was in this state he was barely able to control the Vampire within. And when he would watch from the shadows he would thank the darkness and the atmosphere of said culture to hide his black eyes and sharp teeth. There were after all a few who tried to emulate the great Vampire race in a laughable way. Nikola would pay them no attention, not even to scoff. He would push away every young thing that tried to writhe against him. He was interested in only one.
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Late that night he watched as she slipped out of her room, his eyes instantly dark as he took in her attire. He followed in the shadows so silently that not even the great Helen Magnus could sense him. He watched as she entered the rundown building in a part of town no one would think she would voluntarily go without chasing an abnormal. Even those here that knew of Helen Magnus likely wouldn't recognize her.
Per usual, he watched from afar as she relaxed and let the music wash over her, freeing her of all inhibitions. She writhed with an equally attractive woman with short blonde hair, dressed as dark as she was. He watched as their hands started to explore the others body as they moved to the music.
Nikola tried to force the vampire down with little success. He was able to keep his claws withdrawn, until a young man had the audacity to snake his way into the mix, effectively removing the hot blonde from Helens grasp. She didn't seem to mind either as he began to grind against her. When his hand fisted her hair and pulled her had back none too gently and leaned to her neck Nikola could take no more. He was there before the man's lips ever touched Helens creamy neck.
He stepped behind her covering her eyes with a scarf he had worn and tied it. He barred his teeth at the young man, his eyes taking on a bloody sheen around the pitch black irises. The young man let her go and backed away. Helen would kill him for stepping in on her fun, or even knowing about this side of her… thus the scarf.
He made a silent prayer to whoever was listening that he could slip it from her and make a rather graceful escape without her notice.
Before he had a chance to finish the thought she began to move against him, obviously happy how the new 'stranger' took control. Tonight she was looking for someone who would try to dominate her. She wanted the fight for power as a strong body took her.
Nikola suppressed a groan as she ground into him. But never the less, his body started to move in sync with hers as they danced this dark, seductive dance he had inadvertently begun.
She reached up behind her to slide her hands and nails up his neck to his hair giving it a firm tug.
His hands slowly traced down her leather clad body on their own volition, tracing down her chest, across her abdomen and down across her thighs.
His eyes waged their own battle constantly changing form grey/blue to black.
Nikola felt the music, her want, her need flowing over him, but all that was forgotten as she roughly pulled his head down into a forceful kiss. She bit down on his bottom lip until it drew blood. The act had his vampire within threatening to break through in full force. He managed to keep his claws withdrawn as he pulled her roughly against him and his hardness . He groaned and roughly kissed her back.
'Definitely the one I want.' Helen thought to herself. It was the blindfold that had done it for her. If she wasn't so full of immediate need, she envisioned a bit of bondage being added to this little game. But for now she wanted him, needed him NOW!
She turned in his arms and grabbed a hold of his leather jacket pulling him down to her. She traced her lips skimming over his skin ever so lightly as they trailed up his neck to his ear.
She breathed in his scent, something about it being familiar but well masked, as if this person knew her and didn't want her to know.
The thought fled as he grabbed her ass and pulled her hard into him, still writhing to the dark music, and claiming her neck with his mouth. He sucked and nipped all along it, spending a second longer over her pulse point than anywhere else. His teeth barely grazed her neck but they were sharp and filled her with a lustful pain. She hissed and brought his hear to her lips once more.
"I want you… now!" She growled into his ear.
He shuddered and she smirked.
'She is soooo going to kill me.' He had to let her know who it was, let her yell at him, let her shoot at him, do whatever her anger wanted to do to him, but he couldn't deceive her.
His hands roamed up to the back of her head and he made to remove the scarf, but she stilled his hands with her own.
"Leave it."
He went to speak but she silenced him by pulling his head down for another kiss. "Don't speak" she mumbled against his lips. She planted her lips firmly against his once more, this time running her tongue over his lips and he allowed her entrance. She explored his mouth and he returned the favor. Pulling him close she relished in his taste, something about it so familiar like a long forgotten memory, forgotten emotions coursed through her blood and she felt like she would come undone.
She pulled back and panted a bit as she caressed his face, tracing over the features… 'So familiar.'
There was something about the whole confounding experience that fueled her need, which spoke to that dark lustful side that had her seeking out this place in the first place.
She spoke again, leaning in close to be heard over the music. "I know that I know you from somewhere, and I can't place it. Don't tell me, don't say a thing… I want you, now!" She kissed him forcefully yet briefly. "Get me outta here."
Nikola could do nothing but comply, he was so far gone.
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He held her hand close to his heart as they moved through the crowd, another gesture that was familiar that Helen couldn't place. Excitement coursed through her veins at the thought of not knowing, or seeing her lover and the subsequent thrill of trying to puzzle out just who it was.
The cold air of outdoors filled her lungs making her gasp. The night had grown bitterly cold. The thin sheen of sweat already on her skin nearly froze on contact with the cold air.
Her escort slipped away causing her to shiver uncontrollably. The warm leather jacket of her lover was quickly wrapped around her. He bent down and placed his forehead to hers, drinking in a huge breath of air and trying to calm himself.
"We've met before haven't we?" Helen asked. She felt him nod against her forehead. "A while ago perhaps?" Again he nodded. She tried to pull him into a heated kiss but he held back only allowing her a tender touch of his lips.
Helen growled "Don't turn into a good guy on me now!" She hissed pulling him hard into her.
Nikola inwardly groaned. For all she kept foiling his plans of world domination, and trying rather successfully (much to his chargin) to turn him into a good guy, now… now she wanted him to forget all that and take her here.. like.. this?
It wasn't exactly the way he wanted her, but then again, he was Nikola Tesla and known for taking full advantage of any situation that benefitted him. And the way she alternately slid her tongue into his mouth and nipped at his lips left him feeling high enough he no longer cared about he should have her. He just needed her.
He trailed hot kisses down her neck and she threw her head back and moaned. He nibbled along her pulse point and she gasped, her hands searching out for his shirt. She didn't care if it was freezing, she wanted to feel his flesh under her hands. She ripped it open and smiled at the satisfying 'plink' the buttons made as the struck random objects around the alley.
Helen raked her nails down his chest and bit his shoulder hard. She heard him growl before her back hit the cement side of the building with a thud. Helen chuckled in triumph and ran her fingers over the place she had bitten to admire her handiwork, but there was no mark to be felt. Her brow furrowed momentarily. 'Abnormal?' 'No matter.' Some of her best lovers were abnormal.
Helen scratched her nails furiously down his chest, enough to draw blood if we weren't a vampire and Nikola had to bite back the urge to sink his transformed teeth into her. Instead he opted just to trace the sharpened points down her neck earning him a delighted growl from the dark temptress he had pressed against the side of the building.
Her hands found his belt and ripped it free. She undid the button and zip reaching down and gripping him firmly, a little too firmly. He responded by willing his teeth back to human form before biting shoulder fiercely, one hand grasping her ass firmly, the other trailing up her leg under her skirt. Finding no undergarments there he pulled his head away from her as he lost control of his fangs, eyes ink black.
"Fuck yes!" she cried at the treatment. The bass from the club resounded thru the alley adding to the eroticism of the moment.
He effortlessly lifted her up to straddle his hips.
Helen ran her hands through his soft spiky hair. She loved hair like that. She momentarily fantasized that it was Nikola ready to take her roughly against the wall in an alley, it wouldn't have been the first time either, though she would never admit it to him.
He had hesitated so she thrust her hips against his effectively telling him to get it on already.
Kissing her roughly he swallowed a cross between a moan and a growl from her as he thrust roughly into her already slick folds.
She relished every delicious inch of him as he thrust hard and fast within her. She could hear him grunting, trying to restrain an animalistic like growl that occasionally slipped from the lips that were currently suckling her neck vigorously.
Her own moans and growls became more frantic as he mercilessly pounded her hard against the wall. Their bodies were so close together that the pure friction of it teased her clit to the point of coming undone.
Nikola could sense she was close. He had used every mind trick he could think of to last this long himself. This was hot, searing, raw sex with Helen, his Helen. He fisted her hair and tugged hard enough to nearly bring unbidden mist to her eyes, the act finishing her off as he trust forcefully a few last times before growling his own release.
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He kept her pinned to the wall a few moments more as they panted. He kept his face buried in the crock of her neck as he tried to calm his body.
Helen massaged at the back of his neck as her own head fell flat against the wall behind her, broad smile plastering her face. "That was bloody amazing!"
He chuckled into her neck, the feel of it sending waves of electricity through her body.
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Though he would rather stay like that forever, Nikola knew he should let her down so he did.
She straightened her clothes as he tucked himself back into his pants, fastening button and belt. His shirt hung open and the cold air was icy hot against his chest but he didn't care. He had been colder; besides, he was a Vampire, practically impervious to hypothermia.
Helen took off the jacket and held it out in front of her "You might want this back."
Nikola took the jacket but placed it back around her shoulders, pulling her in for a tender, loving kiss. Helen no longer minded the tender ministrations, having sated her need. Shetenderly kissed him back.
"Keep it." He whispered in her ear with voice still gravely from their previous activities. It was an effective, if natural disguise to his voice.
He reached for the scarf that still, amazingly, obstructed her view.
"Don't." she said, again stilling his hands with hers. "I'm keeping that too… for now." "I'll enjoy the challenge of puzzling out who you are and will return it when I do."
He conveyed his agreement with a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Now go so I can find my way home." She said giving him a small shove.
Nikola couldn't help the stupid grin that plastered his face. He cupped her face and kissed her one last time, the turned and left.
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Helen waited until the footsteps subsided before removing the scarf and draped it over the back of her neck. She slid her arms into the jacket, walked back inside and found the restroom to freshen up a bit before leaving.
Looking at herself in the mirror she looked a mess. Hair was everywhere; makeup smudged and marks on her neck. She looked her figure over, noticing the jacket looked a bit out of place in this club. She reached into the pockets and found a pencil, small pad of paper with nothing on it and a simple chain with two keys on it in the other.
She smoothed her hair back and twisted it up, holding it in place with the pencil. Taking a paper towel she rubbed at her makeup until it resembled something more fitting of her usual self. She then put the scarf back on, overlapping it across her chest and donned the jacket. It actually fit rather well. A little long in the arms and torso, but not horribly so. It overlapped to button and had a belt she fixed around her waist giving it a bit of a feminine shape on her figure.
Taking a step back he admired her handiwork. Anyone lurking around the Sanctuary would likely be none the wiser; in fact she looked rather good.
Helen steeped back out into the cold, a satisfied glow to her features and demeanor as she made her way back to the Sanctuary.
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A/N: Thinking about making this a two shot where Nikola hangs around the Sanctuary for a few days both hoping she would realize it was him and praying she won't. I dunno, I HAD promised myself I'd never write Sanctuary after all, just had to get this out. Couldn't function until I did.
