What A Beautifully Tortured Creature Chapter 1, a warehouse 13 fanfic

This fic was inspired by DoctorAtomic's amazing Vampire Helena and Werewolf Myka gif set on tumblr.

Warehouse 13 and the characters therein aren't mine!

I do so hope you enjoy it!

Myka was a werewolf and she hated it. There was a beast living beneath her skin that she could neither control nor understand, and until she met Helena, that fact had terrified her. Before the ebony haired vampire had sauntered into her life, she had believed herself to be alone in the world.

Three days ago...

She had been working a case in London, they had received reports of a disturbance in the tower of London.
Myka's keen senses had given her an edge the rest of her team didn't have. The smell of human blood assaulted her nose, and she followed it. Drawing her weapon she moved through the pitch black corridors as easily as she would have in daylight. Raising her gun, she spotted a woman bent over the source of the smell, "Freeze!"
The woman looked up, blood decorated her lips, tilting her head the woman's eyes brightened in excitement a moment, "Oh dear. It would appear I have been caught out." Rising slowly, she wiped her lips. The woman's eyes became fully black, "No matter." She released an unnatural hiss, showing a pair of lethal fangs.
The agent took a hurried step back, "Stay where you are!"
The wolf was fighting to be free, stretching and clawing her insides.
The woman paused, her head tilted again and a thrilled smile crossed her lips, "My, my... I have not seen one of your kind in centuries."
Myka could feel her canines threatening to extend, clamping her jaw shut, she growled, "What are you talking about? Who...What are you?"
Straightening, the woman brushed down her coat, "My name is Helena Wells, I am a vampire. You, my dear, are a werewolf."

"You... You killed that guard."
Walking ahead of the frazzled wolf, Helena chuckled, "Yes darling, a tragic necessity, I'm afraid."
Myka drew to a halt, "Woah, wait... I have to arrest you!"
Helena turned to look at her with confusion, "That is not how we operate."
"Well, it is how I operate. I'm a secret service agent..."
"Alright. A. You are a member of the American secret service, ergo, you are out of your jurisdiction my dear. B. That is not how the supernatural community operates."
The younger woman was knocked off kilter a moment, "Wait... Community? There are more?"
Helena released a peal of laughter, "Of course! You didn't think you were the only one who was different?" When Myka's face fell, a wave of sympathy crossed her features, touching the werewolf's hand, she spoke softly, "Oh you poor thing... you did think you were alone." Squeezing her bicep reassuringly, she nodded, "Don't worry, you are alone no longer."

She didn't know what it was that possessed her to go with the ebony haired vampire... well that's not strictly true, she had a few ideas why, but they contradicted every one of her morals, senses and just her general way of being.
Helena was an enigma, every time Myka thought she had a vague idea of what the woman was like, her personality would shift into something entirely different.
That particular evening, Helena was leaning against her dressing table, studying Myka with an intensity that would have been uncomfortable, had the young woman not become accustomed to it over the past few days.
"Show me your wolf."
Fear flashed in Myka's amber eyes, "No!... I.. I... No, no I can't."
Pushing herself off of the dresser, she wandered over to where Myka was leaning.
Dark eyes seemed to probe her very soul, "Hmm. You aren't at peace with yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm hardly an expert on werewolves, but I do know the basics. Health and safety and all that." She sat on the bed and indicated for Myka to join her, "Basically, a werewolf cannot control their transformations until they have made peace and become one with their wolf."
Myka physically recoiled, "That thing inside me... It hurts people!"
The vampire sighed, "Yes, but it is part of you. That 'beast' is the other half of your soul; and until you accept that it will go on hurting people."
The young woman's head lowered, "I don't know if I can."
Lifting Myka's chin, the vampire gave a soft smile, "First step is learning not to hate yourself, love."
Seeing the pained look in the wolf's eyes, Helena asked, "Who did you hurt? It was obviously someone close to you."
Tensing, she pulled away, "It doesn't matter. I don't want to talk about it."
Holding Myka's hand, Helena's expression became more serious, "It does Love, otherwise, how else will you begin to move past it?"
Shaking her head, Myka seemed to panic, "I can't... Helena I can't.."
The young woman's canines had extended, she was beginning to hyper ventilate, and the whites of her eyes were flashing black.
"Myka, you need to calm down."
Struggling to breathe as the wolf pushed even harder, her vision had begun to blur, "Helena. Help. Me."
So the vampire did the only thing that came to mind, sweeping Myka's hair away from her face, she kissed her fiercely.
After a moment, the young woman seemed to relax, her shoulders slumped and her hands rose to tangle in the vampire's amazingly soft hair. Her breathing was ragged, but for an entirely different reason.
Pulling back a few centimetres, a smile played on Helena's lips, "Better?"
"Ye...Um.. Yeah.. Better.."
Helena smirked, "You really are so wonderfully articulate darling." Before pulling the young woman into another searing kiss.

Lying in the afterglow, the dark eyed vampire regarded her lupine guest with fascination. Every part of her expression was filled with the subtle confidence of a creature fully at peace with its nature.
The same could not be said for the woman sat at the end of her bed. The vampire tilted her head, "You really are a beautifully tortured creature aren't you?"
The amber eyed woman replied, "I am a monster."
Stretching out on her pillows, the vampire chuckled, "Nonsense. You are merely a product of your breeding; as am I. We are what we are darling, nothing more, nothing less. You are a wolf, I am a vampire. We cannot change our nature. You are no more a monster than I."
Myka lay back, her curls sprawling over the maroon quilt, "You know what you are, you embrace it. I can't... It's just too... wild."
Moving to lie beside the werewolf, Helena sighed, "Oh darling. I have had a good few centuries to come to terms with my nature." She shrugged, "I have not been without issue with my condition."
Myka turned to her, "Really?"
"I kill people Myka. Regardless of who or what you are, it does tend to get to you eventually. I usually have a breakdown about twice a century." Her tone was worryingly casual for the topic, "Oh yes, I go quite mad. Swear I will never drink another drop of human blood and devote my life to bettering humanity and all that jazz. However after a week the hunger gets to me, my strength drains, and I can feel myself dying. I am a selfish creature Myka; I enjoy living." Running a hand through her hair, she sighed, "Even if I managed to keep off the dreaded liquid, my instincts would take over and I would be left no more than a rabid blood-hungry beast. In that case, the higher ups would have me disposed of."
It all seemed too much for Myka, her mind had been blown wide open by this woman, not that she was complaining. The relief of finally beginning to get some answers had begun to settle the turbulence that had raged constantly in her mind since her transformations had started.
Worrying her bottom lip as she studied the stunning vampire lying beside her, Myka couldn't help but feel she belonged.