Number 3. This will probably the only one in which Helen is not directly "asked" to dance. I also wrote the first part of this months ago, didn't like where it was going and never finished it. So this probably won't the best one :/ Number 5 has been done for months and I have an idea for number 4 so hopefully I should complete this story soon! Yay! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :)

Helen hadn't left her room in a week. She could not find the will to do anything. Most days she spent in bed, lost in her own thoughts. When night came she would often empty the contents of a bottle of wine or other alcohol. It seemed to be the only thing that truly eased her pain. Then the tears would come. Crying was not something she did often. However, even Helen Magnus could not avoid the pain that came with a broken heart. Some nights she would cry herself to sleep, and others she cried until her eyes had no tears left to cry.

James was worried about her. Nigel was worried about James and Nikola wasn't worried about anyone but himself (so he said, although he was very deeply worried about both his friends). The three men had never seen Helen in such a state. She was always in control of her emotions and, on any other occasion, would have been embarrassed if any of them had seen her cry. She never showed any sign of weakness, mostly because she was a woman doing the work of a man (or so she was told) and any sign of weakness would be used as proof that woman are too emotional to be doctors. John had broken her. John. It was all his fault.

When she was younger, Helen had always told her father that she was never going to fall in love. She didn't have time to be distracted. She didn't think she would ever meet a man who could change her mind. John Druitt was the only man to ever prove Helen Magnus wrong. She didn't admit it at first, but she was deeply in love with him. And not just some school relationship that could never work out. No, Helen had found her true love. They exchanged fluffy love letters, went on romantic picnics, he wrote her poetry, and she did his chemistry homework. He courted her for several months and, when he could not bear it any longer, proposed to her. She of course said yes.

She had never been so happy in her entire life. Not only did she the perfect fiance, she had amazing friends that would go to the ends of the earth for her. Yes, Helen Magnus had the perfect life. Had.

It had started with a rumor. Gregory had just returned from one of his trips. Whenever he arrived home he would always find Helen and give her whatever gift he had found for her while traveling. He then would tell her all about the many adventures he had had. It was their ritual. This time was different. Helen had heard her father arrive and had waited excitedly for her father to find her. She waited several minutes, but he didn't come.

Helen decided to check for her father in his office and was surprised to find the door locked. She knocked once and before she could knock again the door swung open revealing a very tired looking Gregory. He smiled at her and pulled her into a big hug.

"Father, I-" Helen started, but was cut off when Gregory quickly pulled her away from his office and down the hall.

"Let's go down and see what Mrs. Campbell has ready for dinner, I'm starved."

Helen knew he was changing the subject to take attention from the fact that he was definitely keeping something from her. She went off to dinner with him without a word.

Later that night she had gone to his office and easily picked the lock (something Nigel had taught her). She made her to his desk and found the journals from his latest trip. She quickly scanned the pages, looking for whatever it was her father thought she shouldn't know about. She was almost to end of the journal when two words caught her attention. Sanguine Vampiris. She gasped aloud. Her father had actually found it There were legends about the substance, that, when found untainted, the liquid gave the user incredible "powers". Helen had never thought she'd ever see such blood.

The next day she immediately told her four friends about her findings and they all agreed that they needed to get their hands on the blood. About 2 weeks later, Gregory once again was leaving on one of his journeys. He hugged his daughter and kissed her on the forehead. Right before he went through the door he turned to Helen and looked at her with a knowing look. "Leave it alone" was all he said as turned and walked away.

She didn't leave it alone. The minute her father was out of sight she retrieved the blood from her father's secret safe. The rest was history.

The blood cost Helen almost everything. Her so called "gift" would cause her to outlive most of her friends and family, cursing her to a life of incredible loneliness. And it cost her John.

She kept repeating these memories over and over in her head. Thinking of a million hypothetical ways she could have changed her fate. But every time she opened her eyes reality slammed into her.

Nearly a week had gone by and Helen had not left her room. She had barely eaten anything and James was worried for her health. All three of the remaining members of the five had attempted to talk to Helen and comfort her in any way possible. Nothing seemed to work. One night, James found himself unable to bear his own thoughts any longer. He went to Helen's bedroom and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He opened the door and his heart broke at the sight before him.

Helen Magnus was on her bed, an empty bottle of wine on her nightstand, clutching her sheets around her. In her right hand she held a photo. It was one of her and John. It was to be their engagement photo. She was startled at the sight of James and quickly hid the photo from his view.

"What are you doing in here? Get out!"

"Helen pleas-"

"No. Get out." She quickly got up from the bed, walked across the room and opened the door. James didn't move.

"Helen.." James started. She didn't respond. They stood there in silence for a moment.

"How did you miss it?" It was a question he had asked himself many times since he had learned the truth. "How did you miss it? He was your best friend, my f-fiance! How did you miss it?" She was half yelling, half sobbing at him. She walked to where he stood and began hitting him in the chest. It didn't hurt him any, her strength was not at its fullest.

"He killed them! And you let him! You missed it!" She yelled at him between punches. After a minute or two James stopped her, grabbed her arms and held her. She fought him at first but then gave in, sobbing into his chest. He whispered soothing words to her and before he knew it, they were swaying back and forth.

"We're dancing Helen." James futilely tried to lighten the mood. To distract her.

"John loved to dance." She said, in a hollow voice. James felt the pain in her voice, a pain he knew all too well. His throat tightened as he tried to keep control of his emotions.

"Yes. Yes he did." He whispered back, tears freely flowing from his eyes.

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