Helena had been very good not to overstep the bounds of her abilities, and so she knew next to nothing about own Vlad’s powers. Whatever was brewing in his mind was locked away on his end of their connection, and even if it wasn’t, she took special care to make sure her barriers were sound, nothing coming in or going out. The mornings were the worst as they tended to weaken while she slept, but once she realized she was waking she’d do her mental check and bringing up her walls. Every once in a while she had unsettling dreams, but she assumed the things she saw were leftover from the moon, or even wisps of Dracula that slipped past Vlad as he slept and therefore went to her. As far as she knew, the only ability Vlad had was to sense her, and she, him. Little good as it did them. “Careful, as always.”
“I’m glad to hear it then.” She flashed a warm smile, hoping to coax one stronger than what he had just given him. She turned her head and gave him a long kiss, a proper one, the first she had since the full moon. Small moments like this were what she needed to hold onto. Right now he was the furthest thing from Dracula she could fathom, and next month this would be the first memory she would bring up. She was determined to not let someone else’s story ruin her own.