Danger Lurks on All Hallows Eve
Chapter 1
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: season 2 I guess, but not really, unless you count "HG Wells is a woman"
Disclaimer: If I did own the rights to these lovely ladies they would have a lot more fun – trust me.
Summary: Helena invites Myka to attend the Annual Halloween Celebration in Univille. Inspired by watching the Dresden Files with Claudia, Helena requests that Myka dress up as a Vampire.
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Helena listened intently to Claudia as she explained how the Netflix function worked on Tivo. It amazed her how many movie and TV show options there were for entertainment.
"So I was thinking, that since it's Halloween season and all," Claudia continued. "That you might like something about vampires."
Helena laughed a little nervously. "Sounds like fun."
Claudia grinned and nodded. "I really like this one 'cuz I think one of the vampires looks like Myka."
"What?" Helena said and suddenly looked a lot more interested.
"Check it out," Claudia said and started the show.
Helena settled in on the couch and watched intently what was going on on the screen. The story itself did not really impress her that much. It was far too predictable; then again she was a writer so her expectations were higher than most people's. She raised an amused eyebrow when Claudia froze the show on the female vampire.
"See? Doesn't she look like Myka?"
Helena scrutinized the woman who filled the TV screen. Claudia was right.
"I can see the resemblance. Though I certainly hope that Myka will not suddenly grow fangs and claws," she mumbled and shivered at the thought.
Claudia snickered. "It would be a little exciting, don't you think? Vampires are sexy."
Helena laughed and shook her head. "Care to explain how fangs and claws and drinking blood are sexually attractive?"
"It's the danger, and the thought of those teeth on all the little sensitive spots on your neck," Claudia said and shivered at the thought. "No wonder there are so many lesbian kink movies that feature female vampires."
That comment peaked Helena's interest even further, and she looked curiously at Claudia. "Lesbian kink movies?"
"Yeah, well, you know…" Claudia said and made a face as she gestured nervously.
"Actually, no I don't."
"Lesbian soft porn," Claudia mumbled.
"Still not quite following you," Helena admitted.
"Sex movies, HG. Girls who like girls."
"Oh dear," Helena purred. "Do you have any of those on your Netflix there?"
Claudia coughed and stared at Helena. "You actually want to watch that?"
"Preferably with her, but if I can't get that, I'll take another sample," Helena said and grinned.
Claudia turned an interesting shade of red. "If you want to watch her," she said and gestured to the female vampire on the screen. "Perhaps you should just ask Myka out and maybe she'll give you a private show."
Now Helena made an odd sound and just stared at Claudia. "Myka has never given me any indication that she is attracted to women," she said with slight regret in her voice. "Am I to understand that I have been receiving faulty information?"
Claudia made a face and gave Helena a pained look. "She'll kill me if you tell her, but yeah, she likes women." Chewing on her lip for a moment Claudia shot Helena a quick glance. "And she likes you – a lot."
Helena laughed happily. "Claudia darling, you are a treasure. Thank you so much for educating me on the matter."
Claudia stared in confusion as Helena hastily left the room. She sighed and leaned her head against the back of the couch.
"Frak, Myka's going to kill me."
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Helena knocked softly on Myka's door. She heard a creaking sound from inside and assumed that Myka had been in bed. She checked the time. It was still relatively early so she doubted that she had woken her up. The door opened and Myka smiled at her.
"Helena. Hi, come in," she said and held the door open wider.
Helena strolled inside and stopped in the middle of the room. She handed Myka the flyer she was holding.
"It has come to my attention that there is an annual festivity taking place in town this Saturday night. I wonder if perhaps you would do me the honor of accompanying me as my guest."
Myka glanced at the flyer that promoted the Annual Univille Halloween Party. She grinned and looked up at Helena.
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
Helena grinned and nodded excitedly. "I intend on spending a delightful evening in your company, escorting you to the event, and home afterwards. If that qualifies as a date, then yes by all means I wish to go on a date with you."
Myka blushed and chewed on her lip. "A romantic date?" she whispered and looked away.
Helena gently cupped Myka's chin turning her head back so she could look Myka in the eyes.
"Yes, darling. If that is acceptable of course."
"It is," Myka said and took a deep breath.
"May I make one request?"
Myka nodded silently.
"Would you dress up in a costume for the occasion? I believe that is the custom for this event."
Myka chuckled. "Yeah it is. Anything in particular?"
"Would you consider becoming a vampire?" Helena said very softly.
Myka looked at her, noticing the intensity in Helena's eyes. She nodded in agreement. Helena beamed.
"Then I will take my leave and wish you a pleasant night."
"Helena, wait," Myka said quickly. Helena tilted her head and looked quizzically at her. "Do I get to make a request too?"
"You certainly may."
"Would you wear something from back in London? I don't really care what, as long as it's something that makes you look the way you used to look back when you worked for Warehouse 12."
Helena smiled and bowed her head. "Consider it done."
Myka watched Helena exit gracefully and close the door without a sound. She sighed and sat down heavily on her bed. Vampire, huh? She thought. Where on earth had Helena got that idea?
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Helena walked briskly down the aisle towards where Artie was standing.
"Artie, I need your help with something," she said and smiled at him.
"Will I have to explain our actions to the Regents?" he said as his eyes narrowed.
"Of course not. I just wish to access my old room. It has come to my attention that it is stored here. I need to get some clothes. That's all."
"Clothes?" he said and frowned. "Aren't they a little dated?"
Helena chuckled and nodded. "Not for the purpose for which I intend to use them."
He made a huffing sound but started down the aisle in the direction of the vault.
"Are you coming Wells?" he shouted over his shoulder.
"Coming," she said loudly and hurried after him.
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Helena stood for a moment outside the door to her old room, contemplating the past. If she tuned out all the sounds around her, she could almost imagine that she was yet again back in London, about to enter her room after a long day of philosophical discussions with Caturanga, her teacher, or perhaps hours of chasing after elusive artifacts with dear old Woolly . She sighed and turned the handle taking a step into the past.
The door closed with a soft click behind her and the emotions that came over her were almost overwhelming. The room looked exactly the same as last time she was here. It even smelled the same. Helena slowly looked around the room that held so many memories. Her eyes finally landed on a large framed photo of her daughter. She crossed the room in a few quick strides and picked it up. Gazing at her daughter's smiling face, she traced the girl's cheek through the glass. With a sigh she put the frame on the bed and walked over to the armoire.
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Ten minutes later Helena had found her old leather traveling bag and had filled it with several outfits. She chuckled to herself as something occurred to her. Shaking her head at the thought, she walked over to the dresser. Pulling out one of the large drawers she reached inside and pulled out some of her old underwear. It amused her how they seemed old-fashioned. After all, she had only been in this crazy modern world for about a year or so, which meant that it was really not that long ago that she last wore these garments. She grabbed several items since they would complete the outfit she had already packed in her bag. A black item still in the drawer caught her eye and she smirked. Before she could change her mind, the French corset ended up in her bag.
Done with the clothes, Helena moved on to her desk and the large table that held several of her inventions that were still in progress. She picked up a couple of drawings and almost got caught in the excitement of tackling the problems. One of the inventions in particular had been a favorite challenge that she had never been able to make work. Forcing herself to stop, she gathered the drawings and added them to the bag. Reaching into the top shelf of the armoire she pulled out a hat box. She opened it and made a face at the hat inside. With an impatient flick of her wrist she tossed the hat back up on its shelf.
"Dreadful," she muttered.
As Helena returned to the table the hat was immediately forgotten as she gently moved her little trinkets into the security of the box. Finally done, she put the lid back with a satisfied sigh.
"Righty-ho then," she said and grinned.
Slinging the leather bag over her shoulder, she grabbed the hat box and left. Artie was impatiently pacing outside. He looked up when the door opened.
"Took you long enough."
Helena just laughed and gently patted his shoulder. "Thank you Artie."
He huffed something that she could not quite make out. With a new bounce in her step, Helena walked down the aisle in the direction of the office.
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Claudia smirked when she saw what Myka was studying. Female vampires. She grinned evilly and rubbed her hands together.
"So, Myka, what's with the vampires?" she said and plopped down in her chair, feet up on Artie's desk.
"Oh, you know, just the season I guess," Myka mumbled a little flustered.
"I was watching vampires with HG the other night," Claudia said matter-of-factly and rearranged one of the pins on her vest.
"You were?"
Myka turned and looked at her, suddenly much more interested. Claudia nodded and then did a quick Google search. Finally finding the picture she was looking for she turned the laptop towards Myka.
"This one, to be more exact."
Myka stared at the dark haired vampire. She knew the show and the character. Sam had teased her at one point that she looked just like the actress playing Bianca.
"Bianca," she mumbled.
"Yeah," Claudia said, surprised. "You watch the Dresden Files?"
Myka shrugged. "Someone once said I look like her."
"You do, man."
Myka smiled and chewed on her lip. "Do you think that would be a good Halloween costume?"
Claudia grinned and bobbed her head. "Awesomesauce."
Laughing, Myka just shook her head. "I guess it's settled then. Vampire Myka it is."
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Helena carefully unpacked her bag and hung her clothes in her closet. The hatbox with inventions sat on her desk, a stack of drawings and notes piled on top of it. She reached into the bottom of her bag pulling out a pair of shoes and two pairs of boots. She held the last pair of boots in her hand for a moment, gently sliding her fingers over the soft leather. They had been new the spring of the year that they had sent her to the bronzer. Her cobbler had once again outdone himself making these boots. With a sad sigh and a silent thank you to the old man, now long gone, she put the boots next to the others at the bottom of her closet.
Taking a step back, Helena absentmindedly tapped her lips as she contemplated her options. Myka had not specified feminine or a more masculine outfit, so Helena found herself in a bit of a dilemma. She grabbed one of her favorite dresses and held it up. She frowned and squinted her eyes trying to decide. She let out an annoyed sigh and grabbed her long coat off the hanger. With the two garments in hand she walked over to the mirror. She held the dress up in front of her and smiled. The familiar sight was comforting. Draping the dress over her chair she slipped out of her jacket. She tugged a little at her vest before slipping into the long coat. It still fit like a glove. She turned and looked over her shoulder. The laced back had always been her favorite part about this coat. She glanced at herself, taking in the modern trousers, white shirt and vest. With the exception of the trousers and the boots, the outfit was very much a true rendition of Warehouse Agent HG Wells ca anno 1899.
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Myka glanced over her shoulder almost anticipating hearing Pete's loud teasing any minute. She was in Victoria's Secret, and more specifically deep in discovery of the true nature of those secrets. She fingered the fabric of the sexy item in her hand. Myka pulled at one of the straps and then chewed on her lip.
"May I help you?"
Myka jumped and yelped at the sound of the sales woman. She smiled at her and nodded.
"I'm looking for something that is a bit retro. Like 1920s," she mumbled a little embarrassed.
"Then you're in the right place," the woman said and smiled. She put a reassuring hand on Myka's shoulder. "The garter belt is a great start. How about if I help you find the remaining pieces?"
"Thanks," Myka said with a sigh.
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Myka had ended up hiding the pink bag with her decadent purchases inside another bag. Finally in the safety of her room, she pulled out the contents. She had already decided to wear the black dress she had bought for when she (well Alice really) and Pete had gone to Las Vegas. Myka decided that the dress was actually hers since she had owned it prior to the disaster with Alice and the mirror.
The dress was at the drycleaners. She made a mental note to remember to pick it up the next day. Pushing the underwear aside for a moment, Myka reached for the shoebox. She removed the lid and peeked inside. She sighed at the sight of the black high heels. No one knew about Myka's secret love for shoes. All everyone ever picked up on was her love of books. Who would ever guess that nerdy Mykes loved expensive designer shoes? Myka grinned and picked up one of the shoes. She ran her hand over it and then turned it over, revealing its red sole. She blushed when her thoughts went to Helena, wondering if she would like them.
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Myka looked at her face in the mirror and smiled. As her lips parted, her newly acquired fangs came into view. She turned in front of the full-length mirror and swept the cape out of the way revealing her dress and heels. Grabbing the cape she wrapped it around herself, comforted by its warmth. She smirked at her reflection, wondering what Helena would think.
Grabbing her small black purse she slipped it over her shoulder under the cape, cleverly hiding it from view. Turning off the lights in her room she slipped out into the hallway. Knowing that Helena would be waiting for her downstairs she walked towards the stairs.
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Helena tugged at the sleeve of her coat and sighed. Perhaps she should have worn the dress after all, she thought. A noise behind her made her turn her head. She gasped as Myka stepped out of the shadows, slowly sauntering over as if stalking a pray.
"Miss Wells," she purred.
"Agent Bering," Helena said a little hesitantly, wondering for a second if she would need to defend herself.
Myka circled Helena and ran a gentle finger along Helena's collar, stroking lightly against her neck as she inspected Helena's attire.
"Lovely," she mumbled in Helena's ear.
In her high heels Myka towered over Helena by two inches. She liked how it gave her a bit of an advantage, even though the increased difference in height did not seem to faze Helena the least.
"You are stunning," Helena said and turned her smoldering dark eyes loose on Myka.
Myka smiled and moved away before Helena would see her blush. She stopped and stood absolutely still when slender arms circled her waist from behind. She could feel Helena's hot breath on her neck. She turned around and grabbed Helena's jaw, staring her down as she showed off her fangs. Helena's eyes widened a little in surprise.
"You are quite dashing yourself," Myka said and ran her tongue over one of her fangs.
Helena's breath caught in her throat as she watched Myka's mouth and lips. She pulled her closer and was just about to kiss her when she realized what she was doing. With a chuckle she let go of Myka and took a step back.
"Why thank you, darling. Shall we?"
Myka nodded and accepted the offered arm.
To be Continued…