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Myka pushed herself from the bed after what felt like an eternity. She had lain, face buried in the pillow after Helena had shut the door. She could hear, with unsettling acuteness, every sound in the house; Helena walking down the stairs with once was her friend and lover. The soft thumps of his bagged head thumping in rhythm as they bounced off each rung of the stairs as Helena headed for the basement and furnace.
She had rolled over, holding her hands to her ears, fighting to push out the screams, the pleads, then the faint wisp of his last breath. Myka squeezed her eyes tight, forcing all thoughts of Helena away, just as herself had just done with Pete's screams.
Euphoria of strength filled her body, washing over her every muscle, every fiber of her being. She sighed as a grin spread across her lips, her tongue slipping over her bottom lip. Then a wave of nausea crashed into her, the small sliver of a faint snapshot expanded in her mind as the taste of blood coated her throat.
"I've killed," Myka whispered to herself.
"And you shall hunt by my side," Helena's words pushing into her mind.
"NO!" Myka shouted as she held her hands against her head, her eyes snapping shut as she forced Helena out.
Myka started to panic, rushing around the room to try find her clothes. A wave of nausea caused by her changing body forced her to her knees. Her eyes widen in horror as she looked at her reflection from the ornate mirror above the dresser;
She on her knees, her shirt stained red, and the crimson was caked and drying down her pale throat. Her lips stained, her fingers shaking as she drew two fingers over them, her other hand falling behind her as she steadied herself.
She dared to turn her head, her hand feeling a cool dampness under it, her fingers gripping at the moisture soaked into the carpet she was kneeling on.
"Pete,"
Her voice catching in her throat. She waited for the tears, but none were pressing against the back of her eyes, only the euphoric state of love and serenity filling her heart, her very soul as each second ticked by.
"Helena,"
Myka's word was an escaped, breathy Mantra that rang in her head, vibrated her vocal cords as she stood up. Her hand gripped the back of the chair sidled up under the dresser. Her fingers running lovingly over the pendent as she stared into the mirror.
"Helena, my soul," her thoughts of the woman overpowering her with tock of the hand from the grandfather clock that sat stoically in silence. A witness to all that had transpired between them over these past few days.
The chime of the hour, the harsh snapping of wood from her grip on the chair drew her back to the reality of what had happened. Her eyes flicking over to the blood stained carpet behind her, the feel of 'him', of the meal, coursing through her veins snapped her mind.
Myka paced the bedroom, her body light, her footfalls soft as to not reveal the war waging inside of her to her heart's love down below her. Myka stopped, her analytical brain taking over; 'as one of her kind, my body is above reproach, more stealth and strong. I must use this'
Myka summarized as her knowledge of human anatomy raced in her mind. Recalling all medical books and those damn horror books she used to read as others would a comic for mindless entertainment.
"The battle of wills has been tested. I swore an oath to preserve life," Myka whispered, watching her hand shake as she reached for the bedroom door handle.
"My life, my heart, be damned,"
She whispered her Hippocratic Oath as she rested her forehead against the coolness of the door. Her cursing at her stilled hand on the knob, her heart clawing, tearing to shreds at her rib cage as she fought back the silent pleads of her soul.
"I love you, Helena. Always and forever" her voice a wisp as the sound of the metal clicked, the tumblers moving, releasing her from her former being.
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Helena smiled as she tilted her head back, languishing in the feel of her mate's lips upon her neck. Not ever had she relinquished such trust to any of her former mates. Her fingers gripping a bit tighter around Myka's hips as her young doctor nipped at her throat.
"Forever, my love,"
"What?" Myka mumbled as her hand slid between perfect breasts, her fingers dancing over receptive nipples with the swipe of her thumbs, and then stopping on Helena's medallion between at her words.
"Forever and ever," Helena promised with renewed hope in her heart. For her mate was brilliant and smart, knowing they would both solve this puzzle and keep Myka by her side for all eternity.
Myka was lost to all thoughts she had battled over before coming down, an eternity of planning was tossed by the wayside as she became lost to those lips, to the unearthly pull at her heart. Her young mind slipping for those few moments, letting the wave of love and euphoria that was Helena's heart.
Myka's heady moment was lost as she felt the cold gold brush on her fingertips, the blade a reminder that snapped her last mortal coil.
Myka's resolve was sure, a growing need to overpower the woman in her arms, knowing she could never take another's life just so she could prosper, to live.
"Helena," Myka whispered as she fought to release herself from her weak thoughts. Her senses, her body quaking with desire as Helena laid her tongue across the dried blood that painted her long, slender throat. Her back arching as Helena bit, her humming a low moan at Myka shaking in her arms.
"Enough for you," Myka growled, making Helena's words at their first blood-letting. Myka hooked her hands under firm thighs, hoisting Helena up and onto the piano. Her smile was an evil one, Helena thought as she propped herself up, the glint in her mates eyes overcame her senses.
Helena's thighs quivered, only to be stilled by the firm grip of her mate. "My turn," Myka rasped out against sensitive folds, Helena's fingers gripping at wild, blood-caked curls.
Myka smiled inwardly to herself as she felt Helena's entire strict, protective demure drop, "As the walls of Jericho fall," Myka whispered against the quivering bundle of nerves. Fingers gripping, thighs tightening against her head as all were abandoned. Helena sub coming to her every touch.
Helena's dress was bunched around her waist, her caring not about as she leaned up, her one hand tugging at those curls, "Show me," she rasped out as she gripped harder, tugging those green eyes to meet with hers.
"Show you, what?" Myka teased against the dancing nerves that quivered against her lips.
"You know damn well what I mean, what I want," Helena's words coming out in disjointed breaths and chocks of gasps as she grabbed her young mate's wrist.
"Lord over me," Helena growled, "Take me," her last words a gasp as she forced Myka's hand between her legs, pushing herself down off the piano, impaling herself on those glorious fingers.
"You are mine," Helena rasped, her head falling back as Myka bit at the exposed skin between her dress.
"As I am yours," Myka's head swimming with lust till her teeth bit at cold metal.
"Do no harm," the mantra filling her head as her hips bucked against the palm of her hand.
Helena was so lost in her pleasure, her mind wrapped in ecstasy that it had not noticed the unsheathing of Myka's blade.
Myka thrusted with wild abandon as she felt Helena stiffen in her arms, knowing she was just a hair's breadth away from her release.
"Let her come, before you leave," was all Myka could fathom as she shut her eyes, hard. The grip of Helena's finger was a painful bliss, nails digging, drawing blood as she shuddered out her release.
Myka moaned out a held breath as she held Helena, holding her quiver form as her release her subsided. orgasium
"Forgive me," Myka whispered into shaking lips as she plunged the blade right to the center of her carotid artery.
"NO!" Helena screamed as she lifted Myka up off her, laying her mate down on the floor as she ripped her blade out of Myka's throat. Her fingers shaking as she pressed, trying to slow the gush of blood from her love.
"Stay with me," Helena pleaded as Myka gripped her wrist, pulling the strong fingers away from the gushing wound.
"I can't," Myka whispered. Her fingers shaking as she brushed them against Helena's cheek, "I am no killer. I could never take a life to save mine," Myka smiled, her fading away as Helena sat above her love. The foundation shaking, blowing chunks as the walls cracked.
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Helena was so overcome with grief. Never, had a mate taken their own life, ever. She was so sure that Myka was her final mate that their love would endure through the ages. Helena rested her head against the cold wall of the elevator as she watched it rise to the fourth floor. Her eyes glancing down at Myka cradled in her arms as the lift moaned its protest.
"You will see, but not feel," Helena was saying the rehearsed speech she told the other at this somber time. Her eyes glazing as she laid Myka's form down in the middle of the room, her lips lightly brushing over her lover's forehead.
Helena was so lost in her grieve that she had not noticed the quaking of the foundation. Her legs straining as she pulled a reserved coffin from the pile of otherwise occupied ones. Not having the foresight or time to procure on for Myka.
"Too soon," Helena whispered as she meticulously brushed away the dust, "I had never thought to get you one," Helena whispered, her head bent in shame. "You were supposed to be my one. My forever," Helena sobbed.
A loud rumble was heard after a heavy shake, the walls spewing out bits of plaster at the cracking of the foundation.
Helena gripped herself as the shock waves through her against the wall. She hugged herself as an eerie silence came over the room. A flash of a shadow passed at the corner of her eye. The room rocked violently. Dust was flying, Helena desperately trying to reach Myka, her breath stopping as she got a glimpse of the doctor's head moving.
"Helena?" her turning at the sound, thinking it was her Myka." No," she shouted as Nate came closer. He clawed at her dress, grabbing and pulling her into a kiss. Helena jumped away, her hand wiping at the dusty mold from the decaying body.
"No, it can't be!" Helena shouted, running for the lift.
"Helena?" the soft, feminine voice caused her pursue, her dancing toward the young, bloody corpse that was her mate, shifting and trying to stand.
"Helena!" the sharp, loud voice caused Helena to turn, Gisele, in her wedding dress, a dry, brittle corpse grabbed her.
"You shall cause no more pain," the gotiege lips brushed her's. Helena shaking as her grip tightens. The lift, the push of her being against the side rail of the old stairs.
"Noooo," Helena screamed as she fell, dead, crumbled flesh was clutched in her fingers as she fell the four stories. Her body slamming, the sicking cracks of bones, the screams rising as the low thud of her body slamming against the marble floor echoed up.
The bodies of her lovers fell against the walls; wrapping in each other's supported arms as they crumbled, the dust blowing down, wafting over and encompassing the withered form that screamed her last breath. The once, shiny, black hair thinned to white, the smooth skin withered and paled at the cries of screams soften to a small gurukul.
...
"Detective Neilson to see Mrs. Wells?"
Artie was standing in the middle of the empty brownstone. Just a week ago, it was heaven against the starkness of that city.
"I'm sorry, who?" the man leaning over the iron railing on the second floor.
"Detective Neilson to see one Helena Wells in regard to a missing person," Artie huffing that he needed to repeat himself.
"Ah, the previous owner," the man said as he jogged down the stairs.
"Are they not here?" the scruffy man said as he took in the empty place. His eyes lighting upon a small pile of trash in the corner.
"Everything was made in haste. The previous owner/owners are deceased and the bulk of all was left to some obscure medical lab in England."
"Deceased?" Artie said in shock as he scanned over the smarmy real estate man.
"Okay, then, thanks. I will just look around," the older man grumbled.
"Yes, please. Take your time," The salesman blurted out, pushing some prospective clients up to the second floor.