As Helen opened her eyes in the bright light of a new day in the forest, she found herself naked but nearly every inch of her covered in blood, including her waist length dirty blonde hair. She quickly travelled down to the river, scrubbing herself thoroughly until there was no trace of the blood left. She quickly took the brown top and trousers she had laid out in preparation of this occasion, ever since she heard that he was close to completing the spell. She hadn't been sure at the time whether it would affect her or not, but her cautiousness had paid off the first time, and now she put the clothes out every night so she could turn without fear of having to run home naked. Just as she finished pulling her top over her head she caught the scent of someone. She quickly identified it and sighed, closing her eyes and spoke quietly 'Hello Niklaus.' A stick broke behind her and she felt his warm breath on her ear.

'Hello sweetheart. Nice to see you still know my scent.' she shivered slightly, much to his amusement. Her voice rang out much more confident than she felt when she replied. 'Well I do like to know who tries to dagger me.' This time he actually chuckled, putting an arm around her. 'You really think I would do that?'

She snorted at his denial and turned in his arms to look at his face. For a moment she was taken aback by the face that had haunted her dreams for so long before she regained her composure. 'Niklaus, I was there when you daggered Finn. I helped you.' he raised his hand to her face, brushing away the stray hairs stuck to her cheek.

'Now darling, don't be a cynic.' She shook her head at his words and looked up at him.

'Niklaus, I am a thousand years old, most people turn cynical at 45.' she lowered her head and looked at the ground before turning her head back up and snarled, veins appearing below her eyes, and her normally bright blue eyes yellowing. She smirked slightly before pinning him against a tree by his throat and baring her pointed teeth. 'What do you want Niklaus?!' her voice became animalistic and he broke into a grin.

'Now really love, was this the face that launched a thousand ships?' She grinned in response and her face became human again.

'Ah, Marlowe. Now that guy knew how to party. Nice of him to make a reference to me in his play.'

'Love, you compelled him.' She shrugged and stepped away from him, leaning against a tree opposite him.

'Eh. What's that phrase people use now,' she tapped a finger to her chin. 'Oh, tomato tomato, right?' he nodded and she smiled, looking to the forest on the high ledge to their right. 'Now, Niklaus, who's the fledgling with you?' He raised an eyebrow, surprised at her observance. 'Oh,' Stefan emerged from the bushes by the ledge and stood still on the ledge. 'Allow me to introduce and old friend of mine.' She raised an eyebrow at Niklaus before crouching and jumping to the ledge, next to Stefan. She walked around Stefan like a predator approaching its prey. 'Hm, really? Now tell me fledgling, how old are you?' Stefan shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. 'Old enough.' She let out a bark of laughter at his answer and put her hand on his shoulders from behind. 'Really? You think so?' Klaus groaned at what he knew was about to happen.

'Helen…' her head snapped toward him, eye glowing yellow.

'No Niklaus, he needs to learn to respect-' she bit down on Stefan's jugular and took a few pints before looking back up and dropping him to the ground. '-his elders.' The smile she gave him was blood covered and he sighed as he made his way towards her.

'You didn't kill him did you?' He groaned, seeing Stefan's bloodied neck. Helen grinned at him and stepped forward so they were chest to chest. ' Why? Are you going to kill the love of your wretched life? The only one who understands you.' He sighed as she licked the blood off her lips and kicked Stefan in the stomach, which cause him to moan quietly and curl up. 'No, I didn't kill him, just took a few litres. Good vintage.' she kept her eyes wide, looking innocent as she said it. 'Enough that he doesn't listen in.' she turned and jumped down to the stream, beginning to scrub the fresh blood from under her nails. Niklaus watched quietly from a few metres behind her until she finished and stood, turning to him. 'Now, Niklaus, what do you want?'