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It had taken only minutes for Helen to locate John in the corridor near her bedroom, a few minutes more to convince Henry and Will to let her confront him alone. She would not have their blood on his hands if she could help it.
Helen knew John would sense her approach, even after over a century apart they were still sensitive to each other's presence in a way that frightened her. He was standing at the window facing the courtyard, his back was to her and his hands were clenched at his sides. As she approached him she saw his shoulders tense in anticipation; the same tension filled her own body as she slowly raised the gun, the click of the dart sliding into the chamber causing him to turn around and face her.
"How long?" she asked softly.
"Long enough." He said in a low voice. "Habits are… hard to break"
Helen bristled at his words, the anger in her voice covering the pain she felt. "Perhaps you're not trying hard enough."
"I am who I am!" John growled at her. "And it's high time you did something about it."
Helen didn't bother to duck as the knife he threw narrowly missed her, deep down she knew he would never truly harm her. She fired the dart at him and missed as he ran around the corner into the adjacent hall; she quickly reloaded and chased after him, getting off another round before he dashed around a corner. She followed him and cried out as his outstretched arm caught her in the chest; the world spun as she landed hard onto her back, all the air rushing out of her as the gun clattered to the ground and slid few feet away. She quickly rolled over and pushed herself up on her hands and knees, trying to reach the gun before John got to her. She cried out in pain as his foot connected with her ribs, the harsh kick knocked her onto her back and forcing her to gasp for air.
She cringed as John leaned down to collect the gun and tossed it further out of her reach, the raw hunger on his face sent a sharp knife of panic through her. He crouched over her, holding his body up against hers to keep her pinned beneath him. He grabbed her arms and forced her against the wall, slamming her against it with such force that her vision went blurry.
"What are you going to do Helen?" He asked, straddling her legs and pressed himself against her to trap her between him and the wall. Helen flinched; panic filling her as his right hand slid from her arm to her neck and his mouth descended on her throat. She felt his hot breath against it followed by the sharp searing sting of his teeth, a cry of pain and ecstasy escaping her mouth as she struggled to stay still.
"John." She whimpered, admitting her fear to him as he bit her neck. Although he seemed to be lost in his thoughts she felt the tension in his jaw lessen, this small action giving her hope that she could get out of his deathly hold. Her heart sped up as his tongue started to dance over the mark his teeth had made on her skin and she gasped as she felt the cool air hit the hot trail he had made down her neck. The surprised sound seemed to pull John completely out of his thoughts.
"Something's changed." He whispered softly in her ear; his voice hoarse and thick as his hand traveled from her neck to grip her upper arm. The mere sight of Helen flushed and trembling beneath him shook him to the core. He took pleasure in the fact that Helen's breathing sped up as he leaned closer.
The sound of running in the corridor snapped John back into action; he flew away from Helen and slammed his fist into the unsuspecting persons face as she rounded the corner, knocking the young woman unconscious. The sight of Kate falling to the ground snapped Helen back to reality but she had no time to react before John was back in front of her and yanking her to her feet and away from the wall, his grip tight on her arms as he pulled her against him.
"I take it the EM shields are up." He said. It wasn't a question.
Helen stiffened against him and nodded slightly, fearful that he would try to teleport out regardless of the consequences. John was no fool; he knew that he would die if he tried. He glanced down at the body of her would be rescuer and sneered as he forced Helen backwards into her room.
Helen wanted desperately to jerk herself away from him but his grip was too tight. When they entered the room John shoved her to the ground, locking the door behind them before turning to face her again. Helen quickly got to her feet and backed away in an attempt to put as much space between them as possible. Her eyes were wide as she tried to think of a way out of the situation.
"John you have to let me help you." She pleaded as he stalked towards her, her hands held up in a non-threatening manner while she tried to find a way out of the room.
She saw an opening and darted past him, yelping as his arms wrapped around her waist before whirling her around and shoving her into the wall in one fluid movement. She gasped in pain as her back collided with it, her head hitting the wall with enough force that she had to fight to remain conscious. John was against her in an instant, catching her as her legs gave out and holding her body up against wall with his. She squeezed her eyes shut as he captured her hands in his and forced them above her head, knocking down a few picture frames as she struggled weakly against him. The shattering of the glass at their feet almost drowned out his next words.
"No one can help me" he growled before he descended on her.
His harsh kiss demanded that she respond, his tongue forcing its way past her lips to intertwine with hers in a frantic duel for dominance. Without warning John withdrew and bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the sudden pain caused her to whimper and submit to him.
Her reaction seemed to affect him and slowly his kiss turned gentle, Helens' struggles ceased as he became tender, loving with his touch. His body was no longer crushing her to the wall and his grip no longer bruising her arms.
After a few moments John broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, his breath ragged as he tried to get himself under control. Something had changed within him and he was at a loss to explain it.
Helen gasped for air for a moment before she opened her eyes and met his, seeing a hunger in him that was different than before. He leaned forward and she closed her eyes again in anticipation of another kiss, confused passion filling her as their lips met.
She had forgotten what it felt like to be kissed by John, to be held in his arms as if she was the only thing in the universe. Her memories had not done him justice; in an instant she was transported back to the night she had agreed to be his wife, the feel of his lips against hers making her heart tremble and soar all in one instant.
John released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her, threading his fingers in her hair and groaning against her lips as she grabbed the back of his neck and crushed herself against him. He slid his leg between hers in an effort to get even closer and she gasped when his lips left hers to trail kisses up her neck. The moment his lips left hers reality hit her full force.
"Stop" she moaned, her hands pushing on his chest in an attempt to get some space between them. She couldn't think with him so close.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes, confusion filling him until a sudden pounding at her bedroom door drew both of their attention. Bigfoot and Kate's calls to her were muffled by the solid oak; it would only be a matter of moments before they got through.
"John, let me go." The words were soft but sharp, a demanding request.
He turned back to her and growled; a dangerous look flashing across his face as he stepped back and forced her down onto the bed, shoving her onto it with enough force to make her roll to the other side. He quickly spun to face the door, his hand reached into his pocket and drawing his knife with a flick of his wrist.
"John… No!" Helen screamed as the door burst open, she scrambled to her feet as quickly as possible to prevent any bloodshed.
A snarl escaped John's lips as Bigfoot rushed in and attacked, the desire to rip the Abnormal apart filled John as he dodged to the side and spun to slash at the Bigfoot's back. He was unprepared for the sudden pain that hit him from behind, the shock making his knees buckle as he turned to the doorway.
Kate stood at the ready, both hands holding Henry's newest weapon pointed at John. He took a step forward and raised the knife towards her, a murderous look replacing the pain on his face. Kate pulled the trigger again and winced as John fell to his knees, stepping back as he tried to slash at her stomach. Her eyes flashed from John to Helen and back again before she pulled the trigger a third time.
He didn't stand a chance against the last shot; the knife dropped out of his hand and fell to the ground followed by his limp body. Helen crawled across the bed in an instant, dropping off the side to land on her knees next to John. She quickly pressed her fingers to his neck and felt for a pulse, after a few moments she sat back and tears filled her eyes.
"He's dead." She whispered.
Ooohhh! Cliff Hanger! *dodges flying nubbins*
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