Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

The words Helena spoke had been a bit of a surprise to herself. Despite outward appearances, she had actually been listening to Myka and Claudia. Even though she'd taken full responsibility for what had happened to Daniel and his father, deep down she'd always known it hadn't been completely her fault. Vincent had been the one to set the events in motion. Helena had merely made the best of a horrible situation. She could have easily let the rocket take off on the intended course for the Reichstag, but she had still cared about her job at the Warehouse and put protecting the world first at that time. So she'd aimed the rocket for the stars. That had been the best thing she could have done at the time. She hadn't anticipated the rocket crashing back to Earth and destroying more lives, but in the heat of the moment, she didn't exactly have the time to ponder the topic very deeply.

"No, he's still here," she responded to Myka, keeping her gaze on Vincent.

"I will always be here, Helena. Despite whatever you may claim, you can never let go of your past."

Helena rolled her eyes. "Is that your way of saying you'll always be in my heart? Really Vincent, you think you meant that much to me? Talk about being self-centered, it's not all about you. I have rarely even thought of you in the past one hundred and twenty years. You were a dalliance and you meant nothing more to me than that. And given the way you used me to gain knowledge of my projects, you never cared for me either. I was just a means to an end for you. I am not some silly, feeble-minded woman who is so easily won over by a charming smile. Yes, I let that hint of madness appeal to me because I liked the thrill of danger that came with it. But that by no means won me over, it simply allowed you to get close to me." Helena wasn't the least bit embarrassed by the fact Myka could hear everything she was saying. In fact, she needed Myka to hear it so that she would know Helena was coming to an understanding of where her past relationships fell and letting go of the ones that obviously meant nothing to her.

"I rather say your actions in the bedroom spoke a very different tale."

"Is it really so difficult for you to differentiate between a passionate woman and a woman who is in love? They are not necessarily one and the same. Being passionate during sex does not necessarily mean I am in love. I did not love you, Vincent. How could I love someone who didn't give me proper respect? Unlike other women of the time, I was not going to tie myself to anyone who showed me some amount of attention. Really, you're worse than Wooly in never knowing me." She rolled her eyes again. "I made a mistake getting into bed with you. But you made the larger mistake of under-estimating me." Helena paused briefly as she realized why she'd even had a relationship with Vincent. "If Christina had not died, I would not have had a relationship with you in the first place. As it stood, however, I wanted a respite from my own pain. That was all you were, an escape that became a mistake."

With those words, Vincent disappeared without another word.

Helena drew in a breath and let it out slowly. Mentioning Christina was always painful, but Helena knew had Christina not died, Vincent Crowley would not have been one of her lovers. She'd been a vastly different woman before Christina had died, always staying away from the people that had that glint of madness. But in her pain, Helena had made a mistake by letting herself give in to the appeal Vincent brought.

"He's gone now," she said to Myka as she let herself relax on the couch. She flinched slightly as her leg was aching from the sudden movement of dodging the teapot. Helena could use another cup of tea, but of course Vincent had thrown the teapot so she would simply have to wait until later.