Summary: Helen Magnus just lost her only daughter to the Cabal. Her heart is in shards, and the one man she wants to reach out to is the one man she can’t trust.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the show and this is just for fun.
She stood, as she always did, on the top of the north tower looking out at the city she protected, her home. No more than three hours ago Ashley had gone to the Cabal with the pure vampire blood. Helen didn’t feel anger towards Ashley, the Cabal must have done something to her, but the pain that infected Helen’s heart was tearing at her. Ice poured through her veins and warred with the boiling rage that demanded an outlet, a target. She wanted to scream, to cry, to get angry, but in the end she stood looking out at the city. Helen always watched the city. There was a subtle shift in the air, and she knew he was behind her on the ledge. His hands rested on her waist, she didn’t....