Its 1912 and Helen Magnus awoke to the pound of her door on the Titanic. She glimpsed at her pocket watch that read 2:30 a.m. and didn't bother to get dressed. She simply wrapped a towel around herself and twisted the golden knob. A woman stood cradling a child in her arms close to her chest. The girl was shivering, only clothed in a sheet wrapped around her waist. The baby wrapped in what seemed like some type of weed. Both mother and daughter were wet, looking as though they just gotten out of the shower or just taken a dip in the icy water.

"By god! You must be freezing! Come, come in." Helen said, ushering the women in.

"Ms-Ms. Magnus?" the women seemed to squeeze out between vast breaths.

"yes?" Helen replied while digging through her trunk, looking for clothes for the young women.

"I know who you are. You-you work for the Sanctuaries. Am I correct?"

Helen paused, just now noticing the fact that the women knew her name without even introducing herself. And now she knows her occupation? How does she know? Helen nodded in confusion.

"Please," the damsel stood up with her child and used one hand to pull Helen around by her shoulder. She took Helens hand and looked her in the eye. "Watch my daughter please, Keep her safe."

Helen pulled away, and returned rummaging through her suit case, clearly ignoring the woman's words. the child then began to cry. She pulled out a night gown and old house shoes. These will do. She thought as she stood up and turned around. Stunned, she ran to the door way and peeked out, nearly losing her towel on the way. "Ma'am? Ma'am!" she yelled. "Your child, you left her. Ma'am!" Helen turned corners and ran down hallways.

After an hour of asking people, looking in every corridor, every shadow, the women had vanished. Shit, the child. Helen sprinted back to her room. As she got closer the cries of the child had gotten louder. She wrapped her in her arms but the baby just began to fight back. After only 15 minutes of this behavior, Helen laid the baby on the chair and began to scream. Nikola ran in, only wearing suit pants.

"What in god's name Magnus?" Nikola asked.

"SHE WONT SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" she yelled, only making the child wail louder.

Without questioning he picked the child up as Helen sank into a corner of the room. "she is beautiful." Nikola smiled as his fangs protruded through his gums. He picked the child up as Helens head fell into her hands. "Her name?"

"Persephola, or Persephone, one of the two." Helen whispered. "She just left her, and I didn't even listen to what she had to say."

"You have been quit out of it lately, my darling. May I ask what is bothering you?" he asked as his fangs retracted as he set the child down.

"John, he's just- Never here. He disappears and a day later we hear about a murder. He just won't stop, he can't."

"He clearly can't be here to take care of you. And who, tell me, who would let such a beautiful young lady be stuck here alone?" he said cupping her face into his one of his hands while the other scooped her back up, forcing her to stand. He pressed her close against him, she did not fight back. For once she wanted this comfort, the comfort that john could not offer millions of miles away.

Helen leaned her head on his should looking the noisy baby in the eyes. Persephone watched Helen close with her small eyes and as their eyes locked the child became silent. The baby watched so intently and soon fell asleep.

Nikola slipped the towel from Helens body as his hand fell lower on her back. During this sequence, Helen lifted her head from his shoulder and he pulled her forehead to his. She looked into his eyes as if unsure of what was going to happen next.

He kissed her gently on the lips, eyes still at an intense gaze. She then pushed her mouth against his, forcing his open. Magnus ran her hands through Nikolas spiky short hair. Her hands fumbled with his pant button and zipper. She slipped his pants down, still stuck in a kiss. She walked forward, pushing him back, slamming him against the wall. Within 2 seconds he had her on the cold, wooden floor. She dug her nails into him as her back was pierced by the freezing floor. "No need to fret, I will keep you warm, darling" Nikola whispered into Helens ear.

He pulled her hair and she bit her lip, trying to keep quiet. He kissed her from head to foot while his hands lingered between her legs. When he was done playing games, he pulled her on top of him and slipped inside of her.

By the time they were done they were covered in sweat. Helen rolled of the top of him and rested her head on his abs. the sun was now peeking through the circular window and Nikolas hand lingered on her breast. Magnus rolled to her side and fell asleep; hugging the hairless torso of her vampire who just gave her what john hadn't in the longest time. He gently picked her up; caressing her body's every slight move.

He laid her in her bed and covered her with sheets and a quilt. He kissed her on the forehead and a slight smile appeared on her lips. He brushed the long curls from her face and tucked her in. He turned around to leave when he saw the baby. They had completely forgotten about the newborn that now lay wide awake playing with its own hands. Nikola picked up Persephone and carried her to Magnus. He tucked the baby into Helens arm and covered them both up.