Bear with me through this, please.

Chapter Twenty One - Rest For The Wicked

"How's it going?" Will asked, entering Henry's lab.

Henry yawned in response and shook his head tiredly. "Not good."

"Its 2:30 in the morning, you've been at it for hours," Will said. "Maybe you should take a break."

"Can't," he shook his head. "Doc wants this chick found asap."

"Henry," he started, watching him yawn. "Come on, man. You need to sleep."

"Maybe," Henry yawned. "Maybe you're right."

Will smiled and took Henry's hand in his own then walked him out of the lab.

When they reached their room, Henry practically fell into the bed, completely exhausted. Will smiled and took off his shoes, then Henry's, before joining him in the bed.

"Thanks, Will," Henry mumbled sleepily, resting his head against Will's chest, then fell asleep almost instantly.

(The Way of the Universe)

"Do you think we're ever going to find her?" Helen asked as she and Nikola settled into bed.

"Oh, ye of little faith," Nikola smiled. "Of course we will. She's a sociopath hell bent on the destruction of the world. That usually gets noticed."

Helen laughed. "There was a time I would have said the same about you."

"That's where you would be wrong, my dear. I never wanted to destroy the world, I wanted to rule it."

"And you've given up on that old chestnut?" she asked skeptically.

"Never," he responded. "Some day the world will recognize our greatness, and you and I will rule the world together."

"Some day," she chuckled.

"Well, we have all the time in the world, don't we?"

(The Way of the Universe)

"Magnus, Tesla," Will said into his radio. "She's awake."

Not two minutes later, the couple walked into the observation area overlooking the once vampire like creature.

"I figure you guys would like to be the ones to talk to her," Will said.

"Thank you, Will."

(The Way of the Universe)

"What is your name?" Helen asked. The woman merely stared at the mirrored glass, completely ignoring her presence. "Where did you come from? Answer me."

"This isn't working, Helen," Nikola's voice said from the other side. She'd been trying to interrogate the woman for almost twenty minutes with no success.

The moment Nikola's voice came over the speaker, the woman's eyes widened gleefully.

"Is that him?" she asked, speaking for the first time. "That's him, isn't it?"

Before Helen could speak, Nikola had walked into the cell, a look of curiosity on his face. "You know who I am?" he asked.

"Of course," she said, ginning madly. "Of course."

"How?" he asked.

"Our creator told us of you. She was made in your image, and us in hers."

"Who is your creator?" Helen asked, needing to be sure.

The woman glared at her and didn't speak.

"Answer her," Nikola ordered.

"She is our mother," she explained simply. "Our creator. The one who made us what we are."

"And before? What were you before she turned you? Who were you?"

"Before? I do not understand."

"Before. Before you were a vampire."

"I… I have always been the way I am. I am Kilo and I have never been anything but. Until your weapon weakened me."

"Kilo," Helen said. "That's your name?"

"My title, yes."

"How many more are there like you?" she questioned.

Kilo smiled. "Many."

(The Way of the Universe)

"This is bad, Nikola!"

"You've said that, Darling. Several times in fact."

"Well it bears repeating. Heaven only knows how many of these things she created. It could be a disaster. Creating vampires," Helen shook her head in distress.

"So this is what you think of my work then?" he asked, feigning a pout.

"Yes, Nikola, that's exactly what I think," she replied with utmost seriousness. "Bringing back the pharaohs of the world is, perhaps, a noble idea, but also a stupid one. Vampires were wiped out all those years ago for a reason. And if you ever did find a way to revive the old race, it would be centuries, if ever, before people accept them as equal, let alone as the dominant species."

"Oh, Helen," he said, shaking his head. "We will just have to agree to disagree on this one. And one day, I swear to you, I will prove that the old ways are not so far out of reach."

Helen smiled. "Of that I have no doubt. In the meantime, though, we need to deal with the sociopaths in the SHU."

"Ah, yes, those. Now, based on our observations, the de-vamper didn't work quite as effectively on them as it did on, say, me. Their powers are severely diminished, yes, but not completely so."

"Which is more bothersome than truly useful. Can you create something better suited to their physiology?"

"I'm me," he reminded her. "Of course I can."