This is just a little Sanctuary drabbly that my mind came up with. As always, I own nothing. Enjoy! (:
What I really meant to say is,"I'm sorry for the way I am." - Cold, Crossfade
He had said it many times, many ways, but only ever to her. He had never said it to his colleagues (except her), he had never said it to his mother, and he had certainly never said it to his father. It wouldn't have been genuine if he had said it to anyone else but her. He only felt sorry for who he was when he was around her.
Helen had always been so prim, proper to a fault. Whenever she had bad news, she said it with a solemn expression, then afterwards, softened the blow with a small smile and a promise that things would be better next time, things would work out soon.
NIkola had always been blunt, heartless and cold. Distant to a fault. Whenever he had grim news, he said it as it was, sneered at them, wondered why they didn't do better. Made them feel bad about themselves. He had never smiled afterwards, never promised them a bright future because who the hell knew if the future would be bright? Who even cared?
Helen cared. Nikola didn't. She loved. He hated. She smiled. He scorned. She was light. He was dark.
It was inevitable that he would fall for her. After all, wasn't it just the perfect cliché? Evil falling for good? Evil wanting to repent, turn away from it's ways, do anything to win the heart of the Good one?
So he tried. He stopped sneering and starting smiling, even if just a bit. He complimented them on their high points and dismissed their low points. He tried, he really did. She even congratulated him - a small smile, an approving nod. No kisses. No proclamations of love. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Nikola stopped trying, eventually, stepping back into the shadows. He stopped trying to be good. He stopped trying to be bad. He asked Helen to help him fake his death. She agreed. Did she want to be rid of him? Did it matter? Did he matter? Would he even be remembered?
Somehow, he found himself not caring, not wondering at anything. He skulked in bars and hid in grungy corners, cursing his vampiric lifespan, wishing he could stop existing alltogether.
Eventually, he would meet Helen again. He would find that spark again, he would want to do good - he would want to save her life. He would want to win her heart. He would want to love, cherish, honour and protect her. Yet he would also want to do evil as well. Take over the world. Be cruel to his underlings. Attempt to re-create a race of unstable, violent creatures.
Eventually, he would stop worrying about right and wrong, and only worry about one thing - Helen Magnus.
Too bad she would never realize that.
Fin.
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