This is my crack at the Diehard Challenge "Stranger". I do not own Sanctuary. I did not make any money from the writing of this piece.
Transient
If John Druitt's proclivity for ugly death had never come to light, he might have lived out his life with Helen Magnus as a deliriously happy liar. It would have been preferable to the alternative he was experiencing now.
Trapped inside his mind, he was drowning in an ocean of hatred and wrath. One bright sliver of hope was all that kept his head above the surface of that foul and murky sea. A fragile memory. It was so little, compared to all that had happened between that glorious moment and this where life had become a mere blood fueled existence.
It was a smile. An upturn of perfect lips and a brightening of the most angelic countenance he had ever seen. The day he had met his Helen. A foreign body who had immediately saved him from a melancholy world and in no small part delivered him to his current hell.
Oh, how he could hate her. If John had let him, the Ripper could have turned that smile into the most frightening grimace and his last grasp on his life would have been severed. He hadn't let it win though. At least not in that respect. He would always love Helen.
She wasn't the stranger anymore. He was.
This small part of him, all that was left in the miasma of his consciousness would find a way to save her from the wanderer he was now. It was all John could do and it wasn't enough, but it would have to be.
So, he would not give up to the aberration. He would struggle and he would be punished, but as long as he had that one small ephemeral memory of how his life was almost wonderful…it would be sufficient.
I am aware that this was incredibly short. Unfortunately I could not come up with anything and I knew I needed to have something for the challenge so this is what you all get. LOL.
