Chapter 10

Helen groped around warily. She felt disoriented and dizzy, and the world didn't make much sense to her eyes or her body.

What had happened?

She was lying face down on the bed, the sheets and covers were strewn all over the floor except for the one wrapped around her body, her incredibly naked body. She pushed herself up, holding the sheet.

There seemed to be a valley of destruction and mess leading from the bed to the door.

An empty wine bottle laid no more than a few feet from her. She felt her head as a dull pounding began to beat through it, not a hangover, it was weirder...stranger. She soon realized that half the bottle of wine had been used to drench her as the stickiness descended from head, to her face, down to her chest.

Her mind suddenly flashed to Nikola's hands around her waist while his tongue lapped up long streaks from her collarbone right up to her chin.

Her hands were digging into his scalp to pull him into a fiery kiss.

Helen blinked and the image was gone. That was weird. She couldn't tell if that was a memory or an idea. It felt familiar and foreign at the same time.

She moved off the bed, her legs shaky, and her world still spinning.

She managed to find what looked like her blouse and put it on, as well as her underwear.

She needed to find Nikola and get this whole thing sorted out.

Her mind flashed to another image of her plastered on the bed, Nikola pressed atop her in an amalgamation of sweat and limbs, both caught up in the haze of passion as sheets flew to the floor, things were kicked to the ground and smashed upon impact, his claws digging into the mattress beneath them.

Only then had Helen turned to see the scratch marks and shredded sheets on the bed.

Her head was spinning with confusion.

What had happened?

She had to find Nikola, had to explain all this.

She stumbled to the closed door and pried it open. Lying before her, on the landing of the second floor, arm cuddling the wooden railing while his face was buried in the crook of another, snoring lightly was none other than Nikola Tesla.

He was clad in nothing but his black briefs, in a similar state she was in she could only assume.

Helen was using the doorframe to hold herself up. She raised her hand and began smacking the side of it loudly causing him to jolt awake.

"Ugh heh meh," he mumbled.

"Nikola," her voice was ragged and husky to her ears. He turned to look at her, his eyes widening slightly, not with surprise, but because, like her, his head was swimming. "You, me, shower, now!" she barked.

He groaned and began to push himself up to his feet. Despite being horribly confused about what had happened and why Helen demanded they get in the shower but with her tone he wasn't going to argue.

She pushed herself off the doorframe and stumbled to the bathroom. She heard him come stumbling after.

~~~~Later~~~~

Helen and Nikola sat in the tub as the water poured on them endlessly. Nikola had his knees drawn up and rested his arms on them as his head rested against the tile. Helen opted to rest her head on her arms.

They were both wearing what little garments they had.

"What happened to us?" Helen groaned.

"I don't know...but I have some ideas," he groaned with a chuckle.

"Me too," she muttered. If his ideas were anything like the ones she was getting it was not good.

"I seem to remember licking wine off your-" he looked over at her.

"Stop staring Nikola," she groaned, not bothering to look, she just knew.

He averted his gaze elsewhere.

The water was helping a little bit.

Helen sighed heavily.

"I seem to remember the same," Helen admitted after a moment.

"It would explain the sticky feeling on my face," he shrugged.

"So, obvious answer, we somehow lost control and we had sex," she sighed.

"I can concur on that," he nodded. "But how? Now that's the question."

"Did you?" Helen began but Nikola scoffed.

"Helen, there are better ways to try and get you into bed without drugging the both of us out of our minds. We must've ate something or...drank something that caused this reaction."

"Neil and I ate the same meal, and you?" she asked.

"I think feeding me was last in their priorities," he scoffed. "Wait, there was that gas...during our escape."

"It was simple methane, how could methane cause this?" she looked up at him.

"When its not just simple methane," Nikola responded.

"You think another chemical was added or something?" she asked.

"Methane easily can penetrate the system, I wouldn't put it past them, some kind of narcotic maybe?" suggested Nikola.

"That causes anyone who inhales it to jump on the next person they see?" added Helen.

"Not specifically, but it affects the nerves maybe, the brain would be affected, you'd get heightened emotional states, mixed with a narcotic it would all blend together, euphoria, rage, paranoia-"

"Lust?" Helen finished for him.

"I'll have to admit, this does feel like I've just ingested all the narcotics in the world," Nikola blinked his eye. He didn't want to say anything but the water droplets looked more than a little trippy for his liking.

"This does remind me of the time me and John ingested opium," Helen sighed.

"I don't want to know," he groaned, and then blinked. " You ingested opium?"

"It was his idea!"

"Well you two are idiots," he muttered.

"We were young and excitable," she shrugged.

"Translates to: idiots."

"Do you mean to tell me that in your whole 80+ years of living you never, you know, tried anything?"

"I tried blood," he shrugged. "It's as close as I got."

"Really? You and the actress never did anything?"

"Excuse me if being drugged out of my mind isn't exactly my idea of a good time, I prefer knowing how and who I sleep with. The memories are half the fun."

Helen rolled her eyes at him then realized she didn't like how the world spun when she did that.

Nikola's hand shot out to steady her and the sensation gave her chills despite the warm water pouring on them.

He looked over at Helen and leaned in a bit closer.

The simple touch had shot a spark through both of them, a feeling neither could explain. Nikola looked at her searching for some kind of answer or evidence in her eyes.

"Do you feel as strange as I do?" he asked.

"Yes," Helen leaned closer to him.

"It must be still in our system," he surmised.

"Most definitely," they both leaned in, suddenly overwhelmed by sights and sounds and colors.

"Must be in the nervous system," he continued.

Helen reached out a hand and caressed his cheek.

"We just need to sweat it out, like a virus," she twirled his wet hair in her fingers while his hand slid up her knee.

"We shouldn't do something rash...something we'll regret," his steel blue gaze bore into her.

"Never," she leaned and he did too and their mouths collided in a wet desperate kiss. His hands jumped to her hair holding her closer, and soon, before she realized she was straddling his lap.

They broke the intense kiss and he began kissing her throat and collarbone hungrily.

"This is definitely the gas," she said as he ravaged her throat.

"Mmhmm," he mumbled his response.

"Causing a heightened emotional state between the two of us," she continued.

"Most definitely," he muttered against her skin.

"We should probably stop," she groaned as his hands slithered up past her hips and under the wet loose fabric of her blouse.

"Oh yes," he said, showing no signs of stopping.

"Before we do something we might regret," Helen was beginning to pant a little, finding it hard to keep track of her focus. Her eyes saw a colorful world full of shapes and objects and him, through the haze of color he was there, driving her emotionally insane with his tongue and his hands.

Nikola ceased responding and tore the blouse away with his bare hands.

"Nikola," Helen moaned lightly, her eyes closing in a vain attempt to keep hold of the shred of control she had left. "Please..."

He stopped, holding his face against her, his own breath coming in pants.

"Please what?" he whispered back to her, it sounded like a desperate plea and hearing it made Helen bite her lip slightly.

"...Bite me," was the only thing she managed to say.

He did not need to be asked twice.

In a moment his vampiric fangs were in her and her vision exploded as the narcotic gas took full reign over them once more. Helen's eyes opened wide and she didn't recognize the world she was in, just him, and how he felt, and it all felt right./

/ Helen's eyes fluttered awake.

Every muscle in her body groaned, every joint complained, and her head felt like someone had conked her over the head with an anvil, but the hardest part was, she knew why.

He was lying beside her, naked and mumbling in his sleep. Well, neither were lying very well, they both kind of occupied the bed in an attractive sprawled out kind of way.

Nikola's body cut across the entire bed his head squished into the mattress, one arm dangling off the edge, the other suspiciously close to her breasts, his lower body made a crescent moon shape around her, and one corner of the sheet she had managed to tuck around herself was tucked around his hips. He mumbled incoherently, and his back rose steadily as he breathed.

Helen couldn't remember what time it was, or even what day it was. Their drugged out escapade had been very disorienting, and Helen only got flashes of their activities. Most of them were hard to justify, and she wondered if she had dreamt half of them. The last thing she really remembered for certain was Nikola sinking his fangs into her in the shower, and then the rest of the night became a big and confusing haze.

This was a disaster. It wasn't the first time she had slept with Nikola, far from it, but as they had learned in their 80+ years of knowing each other, they worked much better as friends then as lovers, despite Nikola's protests. They've tried it and it just doesn't work despite being amazingly compatible with each other in bed.

Helen blinked with that thought. That came from nowhere. She shook it away.

This was an accident, a drugged out mess, they were going to put it aside and finish their mission.

Helen slowly sat up and had to blink again. It became very apparent to her that last night's previous activities did not just involve the bed.

The room was in shambles; paintings were knocked off their hooks. Objects were knocked off their perches. The door was unhinged and splintered, threatening to fall against the railing of the second floor landing.

Helen began smacking Nikola's back to get him to wake up. He awoke with a snort and some inarticulate utterings.

He lifted his head and groaned.

"Nikola," Helen said sternly.

"I swear this is not my fault," he groaned.

"I know," Helen sighed.

"You can not blame me for this," he groaned again and sat up, the sheet still resting over his hips.

"That's not what meant, look," she gestured to the state of the room and Nikola forced his eyes open and then blinked.

"Wow," he sighed. He couldn't remember what happened completely, but by the state of the room it had been rather extensive. He looked at her and grinned. "Well, we had fun."

Helen glared at him.

He then noticed the door.

"Wow, did I do that?" he pointed at it.

"I don't know," Helen shook her head.

"That gas is killer," he sighed running a hand through his hair and finding, strangely enough a piece of licorice in there. "Were you eating?"

Helen blinked, the question seeming random to her.

"I don't think so...why?" he handed the black piece of candy to her and she scrunched her face at it.

"I found that in my hair," he mumbled.

"Eugh!" Helen tossed the candy to the floor. "What is the point of all this?"

"Huh?"

"The gas! What is the point of it? What possible use could Neil and his goons have for a narcotic has that drives people sex-crazy?"

"Well..." Nikola started jokingly but was silenced by Helen's sharp glare. "I don't know, maybe it affects different people different ways."

"So what? This is just us?" she asked.

"Well, as we've proven, it seems to attack the emotional centre of the brain and probably the sensory as well with whoever inhales it. If you were alone you may have reacted differently, or even with a group of strangers, but you and I...well, we've known each other a long time...and this isn't the first time we've..."

"You think our minds went back to...to that?" Helen asked cautiously.

"It may have just been coincidently. I mean we were playing lovers up until then...I bet that if we inhaled that gas again we would not have the same reaction," Nikola suggested with a shrug.

"Right," Helen nodded. "So it is just us."

"Yes, and us made one hell of a mess," Nikola chuckled.

"You start cleaning, I'm going to hop in the bath and run some water over these muscles, I feel as if I've been weight lifting elephants," Helen swung her legs over the side of the bed and took the sheet with her, leaving Nikola exposed. "Ohh!" Helen moaned in pain, pressing a hand into her back. "I have an idea of why the door is broken."

Nikola was already standing looking for his clothes; he turned to her and grinned.

"Kinky," he teased.

"For the record, I blame you," she grumbled and he snickered going back to his search as Helen staggered over to the bathroom.

Nikola found his briefs and what used to be his pants under the bed. He held them disdainfully, not really wanting to wear them but not really wanting to be caught with no clothes on, especially if Parsons and his gang were quick on their tail. With that rationalization he put on the briefs. At least they weren't wet.

A moment later Helen came darting out of the bathroom, shaking her head.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom in your room," she said hurriedly.

"What's wrong with that one?" Nikola looked at her and she just waved at it.

"Go. See, it's...I'm going to...bathroom in your room," Helen gathered her own stuff and went to the door to try and set it up right or at least move it out of the way.

Nikola looked at her funny, not quite understanding her demeanor. He made his way hesitantly to the bathroom.

"Is their something wrong with the bath-" he froze as his eyes came across the sight. "Oh my..."

He shower curtain was drawn revealing a rather disturbing image. Both he and Helen remember him feeding on her...but the extent of the bloodletting apparently got a little out of hand, though Helen had no evidence of it on her neck or anywhere else for that matter. Props to vampire healing capabilities. He now understood Helen's apparent disgust. The bathroom looked like a murder scene. The clear shower curtain had blood smears, and the tub itself still held the reddish remnants. The floor had some smears as well, and the sink had a lovely bloody handprint smeared on its edge, while its surface contents lay strewn about on the floor, and the medicine cabinet was cracked.

"If it helps I don't think all of it is yours," Nikola called to Helen. He held up what looked like the blade to his razor that was lying at the bottom of the tub. It wasn't his; it must've belonged to the people who lived here. He looked down his body knowing he'd find no evidence of it on his skin, she must've had a bit of bloodlust herself.

He smirked.

From the evidence it looked like they made their way from the tub to the sink, then to the bed. He lifted up Helen's blood soaked undergarments and blouse from the tub, and scrunched his face up in disgust before setting it back in and turning on the faucet. He started using his hand to clean off all the bloody remnants from the porcelain surface. He saw a hand towel hanging on its ring and took it, soaking it in the water and ringing it, he was just about ready to start cleaning the smears from the floor and sink when he heard Helen utter something.

"Nikola!" she called to him. "Come here, please."

He dropped the cloth and rushed to her. She had managed to move the door from its precarious position and lean it against the wall.

Nikola got beside her, worried that they weren't alone.

They were.

But they both stood on the second floor landing of the house and looked down towards the lower level.

"We..." Helen started, but the words were lost.

"Obviously we had more fun than we thought," Nikola finished for her.

The entire house was chaos, like they had been robbed or something. Paintings were dislodged or destroyed broken bottles lay everywhere; wine was spilt on the stairs and on the floor. Broken pictures frames lay face down on their perches or on the floor, couch seats over turned, the coffee table had two legs broken, and a lamp was turned on its side with the bulb shattered. The curtains were drawn thankfully and the door was locked, the key lay right where Nikola had thrown it, so they managed to stay inside the house. But the extent of the damage was astounding.

Nikola looked over at Helen and Helen met his gaze.

"Whoops," he muttered sheepishly.

~~~~Author's Notes~~~~

Hehe :)