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I do not own Sanctuary or any of the characters. This is just my way of having fun and in some cases taking out my frustrations on my poor keyboard, not to mention my readers.
John Druitt walked down the halls of the Sanctuary. He was tired, even though he would never show or admit it. He had tried his hardest to defend the sanctuary his beloved Helen loved so dearly. He had even stabbed his own daughter. He had stabbed her through. He had sent he look of shock in her eyes. It had been a familiar sight over the years, that shock. His constant companion when he let loose his blades, but his daughter? He had barely known her; she had been hidden from him, with good reason. He wasn't the man that Helen had loved all those years ago.
He had fought hard against the madness just to get back here. To see the daughter who hated him. He would have done anything to see her smile just once at him. He wished he had had more time with her. She was already gone. He knew the dangers of teleporting. She was so inexperienced, even if the EM shield hadn't killed her taking a passenger without a destination in mind surely would have. She was gone. He had just found her and she is gone. The madness was returning. He could feel it coursing through his veins. His mind spun with one word, revenge.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, what made him lust for blood this much, he only knew one thing. He needed to kill; they would pay the price of killing his daughter in endless rivers of Cabal blood. Jack the Ripper would walk the earth again. Until his task was done. To bathe in the blood of murderers was righteous, surely?
Surely, Helen wouldn't blame him for getting revenge for their daughter? Closure. That was what he had told Helen. That he needed closure. Need was a good word for it. Rage, was probably the best. The kind of rage that burned and numbed at the same time. It was time to kill. He teleported away. The seemingly endless spilling of Cabal blood started.
