April 14 1912 10:57 pm (43 minutes)
Helen smiled as John walked her to the door of the London Sanctuary. "I had a wonderful evening, John."
"Yes much like old times" John agreed eloquently. He leaned in almost timidly to kiss her. She smiled and closed her eyes as their lips met. Instantly, the kiss went from timid to devouring, pulling Helen up against him and sending shivers down her spine. It was the most passionate kiss she ever experienced. Helen finally opened her eyes and stared in shock. Nikola was standing there smiling back. A sly glint of electric light shone through his eyes. A dangerous glint.
"Helen." He smiled and caressed her arm. "My Soul-mate"
She wanted to knock his hand away, but couldn't. Not after a kiss like that. He smiled as though he could read her thoughts.
"I can see it in your eyes. You're starting to fall in love with me." Nikola smirked and leaned in close to her ear. Helen could feel his fangs extend and quivered with excitement.
His hands slid over her skin. She had seen him do amazing things with those hands. She had seen him twist and manipulate iron and copper to light up an entire city. She had seen him usher the 20th century in with a surge of light. The world trembled at his fingertips and now it was Helens turn. The long crooked oh so skillful fingers played on her ribcage like piano keys.
"I have you right where I want you." Nikola whispered and pulled her into another soul searing kiss. She tried to pull away. She had no business kissing Nikola, no matter how incredible he was! After a moment she ceased to struggle. It had been so long since anyone held her like he did. Careful and loving and protective and fierce all at once. John never held her in such a tight embrace. Helen reached up and ran her hands through his hair. The kiss was electric, like a thousand volts from a live wire.
Helen sat up with a gasp and shook her head, trying to dispel the image. She stumbled over to the washroom sink and splashed water over her flushed face and leaned into the wall. What was wrong with her? She had kissed Nikola-
No she had dreamt of kissing Nikola...
And she had enjoyed it. Another shiver ran down her spine and she took a great gulp of air. She felt like she was drowning. Helen fumbled her clothes and pulled her coat closed and slipped on a shawl before stepping onto the open deck.
Perhaps a midnight stroll would clear her head.