A/N: this is a sequel to my story "Changing Tides." If you have not read that piece I strong suggest you do as this one pretty much picks up right where that one left off. So without further dely, enjoy. ~~Arones

Helen didn't know what came over her, but she felt a sudden rage begin in her chest and rise to her throat trying to claw its way out. She was still clutching his hospital gown to her chest and lying on the floor. Before she felt as though she couldn't move, but in that moment she had to get up and stand. There was nothing that was going to prevent the anger from bursting forth and latching on to attack anyone in the nearest vicinity.

She sat up, her eyes flitting over the room and everything that she could see. It was dark already and she was sure someone would have been looking for her. Her features were set and she tightly wound her fingers into the soft material in her hands. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath. She took a moment and realized that the utterance felt good. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" She all but screamed the last time. Her body only moved with the inhale and exhale of breath until she reached for her shirt that had been discarded earlier. She was rough when she threw it over her shoulders and started to violently button it up.

Standing, she straightened her skirt, pursed her lips and set out of the room with the gown still in her hands and the smell of sex permeating her nostrils. She left that room far behind and began to make her way through the halls wishing at once that no one would find her and at the same time that someone would so she could tear them a new one. She was moving to her office when she ran into Kate.

"Doc! We've been looking all over for you and Will."

Magnus clenched her teeth and prevented herself from snorting out a short burst of air. "Well you found me."

"Where's Will?" There was concern in her tone and Magnus didn't miss it.

"What have you of it? He's dead is what he is. John came and dragged him off, teleporting and killing both of them."

"What?" Kate's eyebrows rose, her voice was pitched high and her knees grew weak. "He's dead?"

"Yeah, Kate. It happens a lot in our line of work…" Magnus paused in her rant for a second and took a step back, her eyes began to water and she had to look away from the short Indian. Her next words were barely a whisper and a defining moment of realization, "He's gone."

Kate reached out and pressed her hand to her boss's arm, holding tightly. "Magnus?"

Helen shook her head. "Don't talk to me." She brushed past her employee and young friend and continued on down the hallway. The tears were leaking from her eyes before she made it to her bedroom. When she got there she pressed her face into the wall and started to sob once again. Helen fell to her knees and pounded her fist into the wood of the door that she insisted on having.

She didn't know how long she had been lying on the floor. The carpet was new and it still smelt odd and annoying to her sensitive nose, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She was clutching his gown again and pressing it to her face. She should have gone to his rooms. There would have been more to smell, but that might have made her break down even more than she was. "Come on, Helen. You're about as broken down as you can get." Her voice echoed through the room before the sob finished her statement, which left the silence to ring out further only proving her point.

The door started to creak open slowly and she sat up, bringing the wayward piece of clothing to her chest and watching who the intruder was. She knew it was him before she could see his face. No one, except Nikola Tesla would wear clothes that expensive around her, except her of course. She hid the hospital gown under the set of dressers that was right next to the door and the closest thing within her reach.

"Helen?" His voice was timid. Kate had told him what had happened, or at least all that she knew had happened. Nikola saw her crouched down and he dropped to his knees slowly. "Oh, Helen." She couldn't keep the tears away from her face and she was barely keeping her breathing even. When he touched her she almost broke completely again.

"Nikola…"

His hand rubbed over her cheek softly. "Come on, you need to get off the floor." She nodded and he helped drag her to her feet, standing her upright in the heels and holding on a bit longer than necessary. He told himself it was because of her shoes and he wanted to make sure she wouldn't fall in them. She rested her face against his shoulder and drew in a deep breath to steady herself emotionally. "John?"

She nodded reticently. "It's always John isn't it?"

"Helen, why do you—"His words were cut off from her lips and it was most unexpected. Well, he couldn't say that it was completely unexpected. Something similar had happened multiple times in the past: when her father disappeared, one time after John had showed up, after the first time she killed Adam Worth. Nikola took full advantage, exactly like she knew he would and exactly like she expected him to.

Nikola had her pinned to the wall in seconds and his hands sliding down her body. She always did like it a little rough, but because of the circumstances he was thinking he would take it easy on her. He had her completely pinned, with hands above her head and his body pressed deliciously into hers. She was bucking against him trying to have more contact and it made Nikola smile. She was only this eager when she was emotionally distraught.

He slipped a hand down her side gently, using his vampire strength with his other to hold her in place. He reveled in her curves and the soft material of her blouse. It was then that he noticed her buttons weren't lined up right. He pulled back away from her to look down and make sure that his hands weren't just fooling him. It was confirmed. Helen Magnus had mis-buttoned her shirt. "Helen…" he started and she cut him off.

"Nikola." She said his name in a tone that he had heard almost every time he had seen her over the past years. It was with exasperation seething through the word.

"I'm taking this slow, Helen." He growled it out, his voice dipping lower than he intended, but he caught himself and kissed her softly. His tongue slipped around hers and he was easily losing himself in the gentle kiss that he never got from her. That all changed when she bit his lip so hard that he started to bleed.

The vampire pulled back and started at her: nails extended, eyes black, teeth sharp and neck popping when he twisted it to the side. "That was not nice, my dear." She grinned in response when he ravished her mouth. Her clothes were off in two seconds flat. He released her captive wrists so he could slice through the beautiful material covering her body. Helen was breathing heavily and still plastered against the wall.

There was a pause in movement and momentum as he took everything in. She was naked in front of him, and she was wanton. She let out a desperate sound that he couldn't resist. Nikola's mouth was on her neck and her shoulder taking bites, digging his teeth into her flesh until blood slowly slid down her pale skin. His tongue flicked out so he could lap the sweet liquid up before he moved further down her chest to make more small punctures. "You taste wonderful, my dear." His voice was so low, so seductive to her ear that she groaned. His lips captured her nipple before biting down, making a ring of teeth marks around her areola.

He continued on down her stomach and over her smooth thighs and then back up her other leg, to her other breast. He repeated the same process that he had before until she yanked his head away from her. "Damn it, Nikola, fuck me already." She slammed her mouth against his and started to take control of the situation. "Fuck me now." She ripped open the front of his pants and clutched his penis hard in her fingers and tugged on him a few times. Nikola bit into the other side of her neck and shoved her up the wall with a hand on her neck until her feet were no longer touching the ground.

"Stop it."

Instead of releasing him she wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to smile and breathe at the same time. Her head was beginning to swim with black and gray spots and she lost sight of him multiple times before he released her body back down and thrust into her suddenly with no warning. His mouth was latched onto the side of her breast, between the valley of her cleavage. His nails were digging into her sides, slicing the soft skin. Helen raked her fingers through his hair and over his clothes. He was pumping into her faster and faster until she was having difficulty drawing in breath.

"Would you get me off already?"

He hadn't even touched her clit and she was starting to get angry. It was building in the bottom of her chest again and she just needed to feel that release. Nikola didn't blink as he continued exactly as he was, completely ignoring her. His mouth switched breasts and he again was swirling his tongue around to try and drink in as much red liquid as he could. It was his lifeline, they both knew it.

"Nikola did you hear me?" She raised her voice and grasped his hair tightly dragging his head away from her. "Fuck me and get me off. Stop playing games."

The vampire nodded then and retracted his claws on one hand dipping his fingers down and rubbing them as hard as he could over her. She gasped and threw her head back into the wall loudly banging her skull against it. There was a dent in the material behind her when her head bounced back again from the force. "Hurry up, Nikola." She was growling now and he ignored her only to quicken his movements and increase the pressure.

Finally, the wave was crested and Helen came down on her. Her muscles clenching harder than he thought possible and he spilled hotly into her. Nikola took a moment to breathe, still pressing into her body and still encased within her. When he felt her fists against his chest he was taken aback for a moment. Her hands were pounding into him, one after the other. He took a step back and let her slide to the ground in a heap of exhaustion and tears. "Helen," he reached for her.

"Don't. Touch. Me." She was forceful even in her weakness. It was something that he had always admired and loved about her. He tucked himself into his pants and sat back on his heels, not ready to leave her just yet.

Minutes later, she was still curled and sobbing, Nikola was still sitting and watching and both heard the tell-tale signs of John teleport into the room. The vampire stood immediately and grabbed the robe that was over the side of the bed and threw it at her. Helen wrapped herself tightly and dried underneath her eyes. "John?" When she finally looked at him she saw the bites on his own chest and the blood trailing down his body. He fell to his knees and lifted his face up to her, his alabaster skin marred. She noted the bite on his chin that covered half of his cheek and half of his neck and looked nasty and deep.

With her shoes already disposed of she raced over to him and helped his body down to the ground. "John, what happened?"

"He's not dead, Helen. Will, he's not dead."