John cradled Farina gently as she slept he hadn't been able to rest properly, especially not with Farina nuzzling his neck in her sleep. Her breath was warm and her cheeks were still damp from the tears we wiped away for her. John sighed she had cried herself all the way into the tunnels and then cried herself to sleep once they settled into his bed. He gave into her need for comfort and had laid down allowing her to snuggle into his embrace where she drifted off to sleep. Farina was a rather sound sleeper no noise and little movement which put John at ease. He felt a strange sense of calm at their position, he had never held a woman before, never had one so close and dependent on him. John knew next to nothing about comforting others but Farina seemed awkward when asking for help, much less affectionate. It was perplexing nonetheless but wonderful and tender all the same and John found himself relaxing in her presence. He rose to a sitting position in the bed as Farina rolled over, sighing softly. John found himself smiling – a rare but joyous moment for himself. It was a strange sensation that followed him since meeting Farina. He was usually so wary of people and afraid due to his prior experiences with people; Vincent being the exception of course. With Farina he felt a soothing warmth like a small fire on a cold winter day with the embers flickering and dancing into the sky. She was a welcoming presence but he often found himself at odds with her changes in behavior. Naturally gypsies were viewed as a peculiar group and were abused, much like himself, for the stereotypes of being a monstrous and superstitious lot yet his interactions with her left him pleasantly confused. Almost as if her presence alone was curing him of his sadness but he knew better, far better than to believe that. If anything, she was a distraction at best for there was no cure for true sorrow. Still a small part of him hoped, even dared to believe as Farina curled back into him, snuggling her head into the crook of his neck. The motion causing him to shudder; when she sighed against his skin; he all but gasped in pleasure. 'Maybe,' Caliban thought, 'it wouldn't hurt to try. We are both freaks in our own right. We are outcasts and neglected, both of us abused and betrayed. Why not try? What more have I to lose?' Farina wrapped her arms around John's waist and sighed deeply.

"Caliban..." She whispered as she nuzzled his neck. Her lips tilted up to his ear and a soft voice like God's own words reached John's ear.

"My Caliban," she moaned softly, "why are you aching my dearest? Why can't I touch you? Why are you so near and so far from me my love? My Caliban, my love." John froze. His heart was pounding so rapidly in his chest he feared his ribs might break. Farina... loved him... She loved him and wanted to get close to him. She wanted to know him and loved him.

Victor had delivered the news to Ethan sometime earlier – consumption. A common illness among prostitutes but as expected there was nothing he could do. However, there was too much to be done about his "creation" and his little heathen. The gypsy girl was a problem, she seemed too friendly and his creation was a little too comfortable being around her for such a lonely broken creature. Victor needed a sample – materials for the "immortal bride" and since they were so chummy why not the gypsy? Why not her? It would be perfect. First, he had to come up with a plan. He would only have one chance at this but the gypsy wasn't sick or frail so he knew the challenge this posed even for him. Gypsies were not fond of modern medicine and favored their all-natural cures and elixirs over sound science so he'd have to convince her to trust him but he may need a disguise first in case his creation told her of him and their past, though he had his doubts. Victor paused in his pondering as he passed an apothecary shop. He smiled to himself as a plan unfolded in his mind; he entered the shop with a confident stride the bell above the door clanging to its owner.

"Hello my good sir," the shopkeeper, a small round china man said. A large python coiling around his middle its head resting on his shoulder.

"Yes." Victor said, clearing his throat. "I need a sedative. Something that smells sweet like perfume so as to not concern my patient. She comes from a... " Victor paused. "A unique family. One that appreciates natural cures." The shopkeeper smiled and handed Victor a small ornate blue bottle. Victor smiled wickedly as he received his purchase. Now he had to find the girl.

Morning came sooner than John had expected. He had barely any sleep, though he was well accustomed to it by this point it was still a surprise when the morning volunteers came into the tunnels and began setting up for breakfast rations. He shifted slightly not wanting to wake Farina especially while she was so warmly curled up against his waist while her head rested on his chest. He looked down at her sleeping face and felt his heart stop and time slow. She was a vision in her sleep. Her hair flared like a halo around her head and it caressed the edges of her face which held a serene look as though she spent eternity staring at a lakeside on a cool spring day. Peaceful with a slight paleness to her usually bright tan skin making her blushed cheeks more prominent. John noticed her lashes were so long he thought if she fluttered them she'd blow away half of London. He chuckled at his own little joke and felt a small jolt from Farina. In truth Farina felt a twinge of ecstasy from John's laughter. Like a touch of happiness gave her the slightest hint of delicious, arousing, flavors. His taste was magnificent when he was happy and Farina wanted more. She was surprised by her own sensations of desire however; dark fairies don't feed off positive emotions since the negative ones gave them so much power and energy. But this was like a refreshing bath after a hard day of labor. This taste rejuvenated her and she jolted up in his lap and stared into his blazing golden eyes. John stalled in shock at her sudden reaction having no idea where it came from but she had a flushed look on her face and was panting slightly. John searched her eyes for any sign of fear or anger but there was none just a calm expression. Farina felt so timid and aroused that before she knew what was happening her lips had pressed against John's. John felt a stabbing pain in his chest but it was astonishingly pleasant and he kissed Farina back with gentle passion as their lips blended together in the early morning chill that flowed into the tunnels. Farina knew something was off that dark fairies didn't respond to such elation but she couldn't fight the cravings or the way his eyes flared when she was nearby. The taste of John's emotions on her tongue filled her with ecstasy as flavors of herbal cemetery fog danced with spiced vanilla in her throat. As they kissed John couldn't help but wrap his hands around Farina's waist while he pulled her further into the kiss. John couldn't think nor did he want to; he was lost in the passion and for all his suffering he gave in to this moment because all that he knew was that Farina allowed him the illusion that being selfish could be rewarded. To John, Farina loved him and he wanted her and that was all that mattered. Soon the pair broke apart to breathe, Farina caressed John's face as they panted in each other's arms. She smiled and chuckled softly.

"Caliban?"

John looked at Farina nervously. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Caliban, call me Farina. Please, I want to hear you say my name my Caliban. Then I will speak my intentions." She cupped his cheek as he stared at her intently.

"Yes... Farina." John mumbled. Farina sighed happily. John met her eyes was she looked up to meet his gaze.

"My Caliban, I want you to come away with me. Come away to my cottage where fields overflow with blossoms, fish leap through crystal clear waters, and birds sing year-round. Walk into a paradise with me. Please my love, run to heaven me." John gaped at her in shock. There was no way he could've heard her correctly; she couldn't have said -

"Please my Caliban, run away with me." Farina's voice was soft as she spoke and almost pleading. She wanted John to come back to Whispered Grove with her. It was her strongest place of power and she needed her books that Mother left her; volumes of information on her dark fairy ways in and out. She needed to know why she was so attached and attracted to this sorrowful, beautiful man. Farina was hesitant to admit it but she was falling in love with him and his tragic poetic ways. She felt he had her heart for his own soul. She looked at John expectantly as she awaited his reply but as the seconds ticked off into minutes, she felt herself grow more anxious. John noticed her concern and placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Where we walk hand in hand, thee and me?" John replied shakily. Farina squeezed him and giggled.

"Yes," she said, "always and forever. Thee and me." She rubbed small circles into Johns back as she felt hot wet tears fall into her hair and on her shoulders.

In the shadows of the tunnels Victor watched the couple. His creation would walk forever indeed. Always and forever with that gypsy trash he was oh so fond of. Forever free from his creation Victor shuddered with anticipation. 'It won't be long now,' he thought, 'not long at all. He has to search for work and she will return to the filthy shack of illusions and tricks she works at with that steely fortune telling hack.'

Victor made his way to the East End where the fortune teller's tent was said to be. He walked with newfound confidence for soon he would be free.