This fic idea poped into my head while I was thinking I should stop writing. Apparently my muse disagreed and since you can't argue with the muse I ended up writing this. It might be a little OOC cuz my muse literally went crazy with this one but I hope you will forgive me. Also, you might not love me that much after reading this *ducks for cover* but the least I can do is to promise you a second chapter. Even though I wasn't planning for one but somebody important to me said I should keep writing :)
Excuse any mistakes cuz this is unbeta'd. And please review! I need to know what you think!
"We all know the abnormals are on the rise. And now, we just need somebody to lead them." He said with a smirk on his face.
"You." Helen completed with a trace of disgust in her voice.
"Us." Nikola replied with a huge grin.
"You saw how my Mini-Me's handled those trackers earlier tonight." He continued. "Now just imagine, an army of them but massively intelligent!"
His voice was louder as his excitement was rapidly growing.
"You and I could give the Cabal…"
Nikola's words were interrupted by the sudden sensation of pain. In just a fraction of second Helen raised her gun and three bullets hit his chest. The shock wave pushed him behind and he was caught by his vampires. He stood up but she was long gone. Why wasn't she able to see the greatness of his plan? He was going to bring a new era for the mankind. Nikola was so sure she would understand. Helen had been the only one that was able to see behind his ideas considered insane by most of the people. He had to convince her.
"Ouch." He exclaimed as he took a look at the wounds in his chest and arranged his suit.
Then turning to the two older vampires he spoke in a commanding tone,
"Get her!"
The vampires hurried to follow his command and Nikola watched them leaving. He knew it wouldn't be long until Helen would be out of bullets and they'd reach her so he slowly paced behind them.
He heard their teeth clenching with excitement so he rushed to stop them before harming her.
"Not yet!" Nikola spoke in his deep vampire voice and the two vampires froze in an attack position.
"Not yet." He continued catching a glimpse of Helen's terrified look.
"Back off." He commanded them.
The vampires took a look at their pray. So close, so delicious. Even though their master voice was clearly ordering them to stop the temptation was just too powerful. Their survival instinct told them they needed to feed. They took one more look at their master and then turned to their pray.
The next thing Nikola was able to see was his beloved Helen crushing to the ground and blood spreading from a wound on her neck. Anger and despair darkened his mind and in just a fraction of second he launched himself in the attack of those two vampires who were now getting ready to feed with her blood. His over a hundred years experience was no match for those young mindless vampires so in just a minute he decapitated both of them leaving their corps lying motionless on the ground.
He then leaned to Helen placing a hand under her head while the other one was inspecting her wound. She was still breathing even though rarely and imperceptible.
"Helen." Nikola called her name in a whisper.
"Helen, do you hear me?" He asked and started shaking her body trying to make her react.
With her last ounces of strength she briefly opened her eyes.
"Helen! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Nikola's voice started pleading. "I swear I'll make things right, I'll find a way to heal you, just stay with me!"
A wistful smile at the corner of her mouth crashed all Nikola's hopes and dreams. He knew all too well what that smile meant. He knew she was not going to survive. The vampires' claws had reached for her internal jugular vein and she had lost too much blood. Her smile meant goodbye.
As her blood was slowly spreading on the ground and all over his hand in an unsuccessful attempt of stopping the bleeding she closed her eyes and every single muscle in her body relaxed.
"Nooooo!" Nikola shouted in a husky voice.
He listened completely focused but there was no breath. There was no heartbeat. The life had drained out of her. All that Helen Magnus ever meant was now gone. Her intelligence, her dedication, her wild spirit, they were all gone leaving Nikola with just a beautiful frozen body lying in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest in a desperate embrace.
"How did this happen?" His mind wondered.
How did he get to kill the only one he'd ever loved?
Her words spoken not so long ago sounded clearly in his mind.
"You've always been like this haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's."
She was right. He had put her in danger just to accomplish his plan, the rebirth of Sanguine Vampiris. And now his subjects got out of control and killed her. Who was he trying to fool? He killed her. The same as he killed his brother all those years ago. Everyone tried to tell him then it was not his fault but why had he felt so much guilt? Why was he feeling so guilty now?
The new-born vampire that had remained quiet all this time growled to warn him. Somebody was coming. He had to act quickly.
Nikola released Helen's body from his arms' grip. He took one more look at her; then he stoop up and lifted her into his arms. He had dreamed many times of the day he would carry her in his arms but never imagined that day would be the day of her death. Slowly he started walking to find the exit out of the catacombs. There was no point in staying there any longer. Turning to the new-born vampire he said,
"Come."
The smile was still frozen on Helen's cold lips. The same lips he had dreamed about every night but never had the chance to taste them.
Placing a soft kiss on her forehead Nikola took a deep breath. There was just one thing he could do now…
