Rain dance and Romance
This short story was inspired by the GW Monthly Challenge for April titled "Kissing in the Rain." This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, as well as for the television show Sanctuary. Any comments or feedback would be deeply appreciated..and last but not least....enjoy!!! Slight spoilers for "Sleepers."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sanctuary characters..they are the property of their respective creators..
The poem featured in the story is "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron.
Helen Magnus stared blankly out at the grey,somber world outside her office window. The rain danced delicately on the windowpane like two amorous lovers gliding across a dance floor. Raindrops fell like tears, the tears she could not cry. The world outside her window reflected how she felt on the inside; cold, dark, and her soul felt greyer than the greyest storm cloud in the sky. She elegantly lifted her long, sinewy, fingers to the window as she traced the dance of the raindrops as they fell with a subtle grace. One small tear made its way gently down her face as she whispered his name, "Nikola." It had been two months since his tragic transformation from immortal to mortal. Now he had gone, and she would never be able to tell him what she had longed to say to him that fateful night. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked over to her desk. "Helen Magnus, you have to stay strong. You cannot fall apart." she instructed herself as she looked over new patient files. The papers had become wet with her tears as they caressed the side of her face and fell.
TAP! TAP!TAP!
She raised her head from the file she was reading and glanced toward the window. the noise came again seconds later. This time more insistent than before.
TAP! TAP!TAP!
She effortlessly stood up from her desk and floated across the room toward the window. There perched on the windowsill was a beautiful, lustrous, dove the color of pure fallen snow. It gracefully cocked its delicate head at her as it shook the rain from its ivory wings. Around its neck was a garland of petite, red, roses and a note was attached to it. She slowly opened the window and reached for the note as she heard a soft cooooo...cooooo...come from the white dove. She smiled to herself knowing very well who the note was from. when she had the note in her hand the dove lightly hopped off the window and was gone into the grey,cloud-filled sky.
Helen untied the white, satin ribbon that had held the note to the rose garland around the dove's neck and carefully unrolled the slightly rain drenched note. The note had been written in a very elegant hand. Handwriting she knew so well her eyes could have been closed shut and she would still know who the writer of the note was. She traced her hand over each fancy letter as a smile slowly appeared on her face and a sparkle came to her dazzling blue eyes. A sparkle and warmth that had not shown itself for months since his departure and her not being able to say good-bye. He had left so quickly that night after he had discovered his new ability of magnetism and had not even left a note behind. Yet, she knew in her heart that this was always his way, although it saddened her deeply on the inside to see him go. She turned her glance back toward the words on the paper and noticed that there was a poem in his hand written on the top of the note:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
She smiled to herself as she read the words of "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron. Nikola had always made her feel beautiful as if she were a beautiful, rare, jewel to be admired for the rarity that it was. He had always made her feel like his equal during a time when women were perceived as inferiors to men. She had always appreciated him for this and his unwavering loyalty to her throughout the years, no matter what happened. There was more writing below the poem:
Meet me on the rooftop at ten o'clock. I have a surprise for you.
P.S. You still look hot!!
Helen smiled warmly again and had a spring in her step as she left her office. She would have another chance to tell him all that was in her heart. All the words would be said that she had struggled for so long to say. The night could not come soon enough.