"He took such good care of me after that."
"After he hurt you." It was a statement not a question; as if he could see into what she had seen flashing before her eyes. Flashbacks, something she rarely if ever experienced the last few weeks notwithstanding.
"Yes, Will, after he hurt me." She had finally extricated herself from his locking grasp around her body. She wiped her tear stained cheeks and the red of intense and sudden emotion began to fade. "He always took good care of me after, but this time I was ill for quite a bit longer." Will watched her stand and move to the couch, where she sat precariously on the edge and waited for him to follow.
His knees would most definitely be hurting from the amount of time he had stayed squatting in front of her blubbering form. "James and Nikola became suspicious of why I was ill, of course they didn't tell me this until much later." She paused when he sat down and she looked out the window again, her eyes losing focus. "I can't have any more children." Magnus tucked her head down at that and watched her hands intensely.
Will sat next to her and held her hand tightly in his for minutes as she focused on nothing other than her thoughts. He was very comfortable with the silence she was creating, knowing that she was losing herself in memories made it a bit better. After many minutes passed until almost an hour had gone by since he'd entered he squeezed her fingers slightly. It had its desired affect and caught her attention and she looked up at him. "I'm very tired, Will. I think I'll go have a rest." She patted his hand like he was a child and stood and left the room. Well at least he'd gotten somewhere with her, she admitted something to him, that was a rare and large feat.
Helen walked rather clumsily back to her rooms, her entire body emitted its weariness and she actually had to use the wall for support when she turned the handle on the door. She didn't even bother folding her clothes and neatly putting them in the laundry. She stripped naked and crawled into the bed. She was so tired, but her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above her in a completely awake state. She turned her head when she felt the mattress dip down on the other side of the bed.
Her eyes locked with John's. "Helen, my love," his hand reached out to cup her cheek but she didn't move away. He wasn't real, he wasn't real. She chanted it over and over in her head trying to convince herself that he wasn't really there, but her eyes never left his when his fingers brushed against her warm and still flushed skin.
She closed her eyes on the contact and sighed, it was such a loving gesture. He suddenly turned her head to see the scrapes that graced her cheek, "What is this?" His voice grew angry.
"N-nothing, just an accident," her voice trembled. Why did she always revert to being so young and naïve around him? He dragged the blanket down revealing her bare skin to him.
He looked over her form in much admiration before his eyes honed in on the stitches still gracing her side. "Not nothing, Helen, what have you done?" He pressed a hand over the wound and increased the pressure until she winced from the pain. He leaned over and licked her stitches before whipping out a knife from his pocked and pressing it to the tight strings. She gasped when she felt the strings begin to pop one by one and the wound open slightly. It wasn't all that painful, but the feeling was far from pleasant. However, she did cry out when he pressed the sharp end of the knife deeper into the cut and spread the skin further and further apart from each other.
Taking her good arm she swung at his head, her palm planting on his cheek and pushing him off her, the knife successfully removed from her side with no more damage done. John growled and held the knife to her throat, "Don't try me, Helen; you know exactly what I am capable of." He moved his head down and bit hard on the top of her breast, hard enough to break skin.
"John! Stop it!"
Will heard her voice from the hallway and burst into the room, his hand hard against the solid oak door and he looked over to see his boss laying naked and bleeding from her side with the Ripper leaning over her form leering at him. He didn't have time to react when John threw the knife and it plunged into his bare throat. He collapsed on the floor, his neck gurgling as he tried to keep breathing and was unable to because of the destruction done to his esophagus. It was a wound he wouldn't survive, she knew it, but it was a painful death to watch.
"Will!" She called out, trying to shove the man off her!
He caught his name being called and entered the room to find her tangled in sheets, her body sweaty with trace amounts of blood spattering the crisp and clean sheets and her body.