"Orphans Beloved: "Romantic Secrets…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
The ranch of the utterly extreme fringe of the extremist Proleithians…Main family building…
Where a startled Helena is rather enjoying being on the receiving end of her first rescue…By Beth's Detective Bell…Such nice man.
Even if he did storm in thinking she was Sarah when he'd spotted her, bound up for attempting to escape… Awaiting her rapist/groom, the loathsome Dr. Johannsen…
"We need to get out of here, Helena…" Art insisted, gun drawn and ready as he peered for any possible pursuit or hidden Proleithians.
"Is not so to worry, sweet detective. We have hostage…Come." She led him into a smaller room off the main hall where he blinked to see Hendrik Johannsen bound and gagged, hanging upside down from a rafter…
"See…All nice and neat…And no blood…I keep my word to Mama to avoid more bloodshed…" she noted firmly, eyeing the gasping, terrified Hendrik who sought to speak through his gag.
"Best not to let him call for others, Art…Detective…" she eyed Art.
Thank the Holy Mother he came before I start gutting and flaying this one…
Would not have looked good for case as sincerely reformed Helena, even if still much improved from my old record.
Or helped my suitability as potential dating partner...She beamed at Art. No offense to seestra Beth, but she didn't grab when chance and she long gone. Life?…Shrug…
Goes on.
Unfortunate that for all those crazy peoples in the other building…Not so. She thought.
"Detective? We should go now, before crazy people come or …I think I need doctor…Art." She swayed.