Everyone stood and listened to Emily tell of how she walked into Helen's office, saw John Druitt with a knife to her throat. They couldn't believe what they were hearing, but knew it was true. How could it not? The teen had put in too much detail of what John had whispered into her ear, and how Emily had described Helen's look when she had walked in the door.

Ashley didn't have much of a reaction to what her younger sister was telling them. She believed it. But she couldn't find an emotional connection to her father that would make her defend him. She couldn't. He was after all Jack the Ripper. Who just an hour ago was trying to attack Nikola because he was simply the father of Emily, not him. Not to mention the name calling. She really didn't like what he had called her mother and she would have done something about it but it was obvious that her mother was trying to keep control of that situation.

Nikola's reaction to hearing that he had come minutes too late from saving his beloved Helen from being murdered by a killer who everyone had fear back in the 1880s, was just complete and utter shock, disappoint was also seen. And not to mention, too late from saving his daughter from becoming a murderer. Though it was in self defense, that was still a heavy burden for any teenager to carry around with them. Especially, if the man whose life you took was your sister's father.

Helen on the other hand, having heard how she was killed in the future caused her to look down. Hearing that she met her fate by John's hands. That he merely lost control over himself because she and him didn't get back together and the fact that she moved on with her life, finding another man. Nikola Tesla to be correct. 'That must have been the true trigger.' Helen thought to herself. 'Looks like I die in vain at the hands of John like one of his whores.'

Everyone was brought out of their thoughts when hearing the horrific screams coming from Emily. Seeing her back arched, eyes closed tight and the grip she had on Helen's hand was certainly cutting of circulation. But Helen didn't mind nor did she care. By the time the pain had eased a bit, allowing the teen to rest back to the frozen couch, Emily was beginning to cough. Then more blood appeared, this time from her mouth.

Nikola sighed looking away, he didn't like being so useless. How could he help his child from the pain? This suffering? He didn't know, the more he thought, the more he hoped he would find an answer, a solution to this problem but he never found it.

"Emily." Helen's voice spoke gently as she looked down at her child, trying to comfort her in any way possible. Tears still welding up in her eyes, threatening to fall. When Emily looked over to her, the tears could no longer be held.

"A moment earlier...I, I could have saved you." She said looking at her mother. It was if she had convinced herself that if only. If only she would have been able to save her mother's life. That to her was all that mattered, not her life. Nothing.

"Shh. It's okay. It's not your fault." Helen hushed her, trying to get her to stop talking. To just rest then hopefully the pain will finally end and they can continue to work on a cure to save her life.

Emily looked into her mother's eyes, she knew her mother was doing that to clear her conscious. But it wasn't working, she knew the truth. If she hadn't gone out with Jason that night, or if she had just arrived a moment earlier. She would have been able to save her mother. That she knew in her heart and she wasn't about to let anyone tell her any different. She couldn't.

Her labored breathing only seemed to get worse after the story instead of getting better. This caused Helen to almost panic, but she fought for control her emotions. She needed to be strong, not just for herself and everyone in that room, but for Emily who was experiencing this pain. Emily's smaller hand gripped tightly to Helen's and squeezed, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes before breathing out and coughing.

Once she had her coughing under control and was just back to trying to catch a breath which seemed to be more and more difficult as the time went by. Her vision started to blur a bit. She was getting scared, that this was it. That she was about to die. "Mom..." She barely got out, still staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm here." Helen's voice answered caressing her forehead.

"I...I'm dying?" She asked, but she knew it to be true. How could she not, she's bleeding out of every orifice she had. The pain was unbearable. But she took it. What else could she do?

"No." She said softly, shaking her head. "Your not going to die."

Emily smiled some, for really the first time since she had been there. "Liar." The smile was enough to make Helen give a small smile in return, but not to respond.

"Em." Jason's voice came, from above her, he lowered himself down so that he was kneeling besides Helen and looked down at her. "Don't you leave me." He begged her.

She looked over at him and smiled lightly at his words, she knew he didn't want her to die, to leave him. "I won't." She promised. "I'll always be with you." She smiled before looking away, knowing if she continued to look at him that she would cry even more than she already had.

"Don't give up, Emily." Nikola spoke up next, he didn't want to watch his daughter die. A daughter that he has only known for a couple of hours but just the same, it was like he has always been around her. And he didn't want to watch her give up this fight.

At his words, Emily didn't know what to say to him. She was angry that he had just said those words to her. Not to give up. He gave up in the future. He took his own life when Helen died. So what gave him the right to ask this of her. But deep down, she knew he was just being a father. All she could do was give a small smile before looking back up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, the breath that she was getting stopped. Causing her to gasp for air. Trying desperately to catch her breath. This was scaring her. Her grip tightened and her eyes watered. 'Was this it?' She thought. Her grip tightened on Helen's hand, causing her mother to hold on just as tightly, moving closer as she started to fidget on the couch. "M-mom...don't...Don't leave me." She cried. "I, I don't want to die alone."

"Your not alone." Ashley voice said softly, taking Emily's other hand in hers, as the tears streamed down her face as she looked down at her baby sister. Helpless to stop it.

Then, Emily just stopped. Laying still on the couch, eyes looking up at the ceiling. A final breath slipped out passed her lips. Her hand loosened in Helen's grasp, going limp. Emily was dead.

Helen shook her head as the tears poured down her face, shaking her head. "No." She said softly. "Emily..." She leaned forwards and held her child to her, clinging to her. Not wanting to let her go. As she held her, she felt a comforting hand placed on her back, causing her to turn. It was Nikola who was equally said at what had just happened.

He pulled her to him and held her close, as she relaxed in his arms and cried. Everyone cried. They couldn't believe they couldn't save her. That was why she had come back. To save not only Helen's life but Emily's. And they failed.

Chapter 14! Alright, there was chapter 14, I hope you all enjoyed it. But I have some sad news. Next chapter, I am pretty certain will most likely be the last. Not sure, just depends on how I write it. Hopefully, you have been enjoying this story. If you have any questions or suggestions, please let me know and I will take them into consideration.

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Special thanks to:

melissaadams22: Unbelievably fantastic, MAGNIFICENT! Wow, I like Druitt as the monster in this story, it works and I love it. The toll you're putting Helen and the others through...it's just amazing, I feel like I'm right there with them. Nicely done. Melissa.