Chapter 35 Helena
She found her cabin adequate. Nothing more, nothing less. It was tiresome to travel aboard an ocean liner. She much preferred the privacy of the Cassadine yacht. However the little mouse had left her little choice.
She was in no hurry. The voyage would take over a week and she relished the idea of letting Natasha form a false sense of security. The little whore had backed out of their agreement and she was going to pay. But the method of payment was still under debate. Helena thought of killing her. Slitting her throat and tossing her overboard. She had promised Mikkos she wouldn't, but that was years ago, and while he might suspect her, he could never prove Helena had anything to do with it.
Letting her live was becoming more attractive an option, however. The mouse was so protective of her bastard, so very in love with the child. It would actually be worse in some ways, and arguably more fun for Helena, to simply separate the two. Send Natasha incapacitated into the gutter and making sure she knew that her worst nightmare was raising her child. The child intrigued Helena on some level. The way she wouldn't cry, no matter how hurt she was. Yes, she held promise young Samantha. Her loyalty to her mother would be a joy to break.
Helena chose to dine in her cabin. Victorian society bored her. She had no use for their societal quirks and sexual repression. It was all so English, all so boring. According to Sergi there was a guard outside Alexis' cabin and there had been no sign of the Mouse or her bastard.
She was so very disappointed that Stefan chose to help his 'cousin'. Of course, Stefan was always a disappointment. From the moment that creature entered their home, Stefan had appointed himself her protector. He insisted she be educated along side him. And though she was almost 2 full years younger than him, they were soon doing the same course work. Helena was not supposed to know, but very little escaped her notice. She was almost saddened by his foolishness. His attempt to alter their identities was simply transparent. Frankly it surprised Helena that Alexis didn't object.
Helena hated that Alexis was so bright. Stefan was always filtering business decisions through the Alexis sieve. And though she was originally enraged, Alexis proved an asset. Let her help build the family fortune, she would never see a cent of it.
Out her porthole Helena say the sun setting and England fading from view. This was a good a time as any to visit her little mouse. Sergi fell in step behind her, and she made her way down the stairs and to Alexis Davis' cabin. Sergi made short work of the guard, stunning him with little more than a flick of his wrist, then opened the door for his mistress.
"Helena. I've been expecting you."