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Hello, dears! I've finally finished the third and final installment for the Vampire Helena/Havenfall Crossover I've been working on for the lovely @loveinthekeyofx! It is quite lengthy (over 11k words 😂), so it will be placed under a cut 😊I do hope some of you will enjoy it ❤️ - Mod Runa TW: graphic depictions of violence/death, vampire battle, dark(ish) magic, kidnapping, OC being held captive, blood feeding, body image/issues, mentions of abuse/sexual abuse

And for anyone who'd rather read it on AO3, you can find the full series here! ✨

***

It was a clear Indiana night, a vast blanket of stars above you as your screams carried out and down the dimly lit street. You immediately cursed yourself for not taking up JD's offer to walk you home - Nah, I'll be alright, JD. But, thanks." Stupid. You even chuckled at the offer. And since you usually found it endearingly amusing just how protective of you the non-binary devil was, you honestly didn't think twice about it.

A fact that you were massively regretting at the moment.

As your abductor's hold on you tightened a little more, Jordan's silhouette appeared beneath the light in front of the bowling alley. Morgan's face behind them, full of terror.

"FRANCES!"

"Fucking hurt her and you’re toast."

Their voices mangled together, sounding further away than they actually were - as if in another world - a small orange light hovering over JD's palm as a fireball formed in their hand. While you couldn't see your captor, the sweet scent of night blooming jasmine wafted off of them. A smell that would have normally been pleasant if it weren't for the underlying metallic scent of blood. An observation that instantly made you tense.

"Oh, don't you worry, sweet thing. I'm not gonna hurt you - yet."

A smooth as honey voice, dark gorgeous skin, and just enough danger in her words to make you immediately swallow.

"Let her go."

Your heart pounded in your chest, matching the repetitive swish coming from JD's wings. Their voice coated in a threat and their hands ablaze. But your kidnapper only chuckled. Chuckled in a way that screamed she had the upper hand.

"Be a dear and pass this message along to Helena." Your captor began, a slight shift in her stance allowing you to feel her body pressing into yours. "If she wishes to see her tasty treat again, she knows where to find us."

JD's brow narrowed, obviously weighing their options.

"Or how 'bout I kill you right now and Frances and I go on our merry little way."

An abrupt hiss of pain as your arms locked behind you, sharp nails seeping into the flesh of your neck and a warm trickle of crimson down your skin.

"Or, I kill your friend before you even get the chance.. or better yet.. turn her, and no one goes on their merry little way."

T-turn me? V-vampires?? What the fuck!?

All of a sudden, the fact that Vanessa was a vampire hunter started to make a little more sense. Though, what they wanted with Helena you had no idea. It was in that moment, though, that JD seemed to realize exactly who they were dealing with and slowly lowered their hands, bringing a soft chuckle from behind your ear.

"Smart little devil."

Jordan scowled, a blaze of fury behind their normally kind eyes. "I swear to fuck, if you hurt her-"

"As long as Helena does as we ask, her little pet here will remain unharmed." The mysterious woman interrupted.

"And just.. who the fuck.. are 'we'?" Morgan asked, trying to catch her breath as she came to a halt on the pavement.

"Oh, Helena will know. Just be sure to tell her that Nitiqret sends her regards."

You had just enough time to watch all the blood drain from JD's face before everything went dark.

*** Helena's tea had just begun to steep when she heard a frantic knock coming from her apartment door - a mix of fear and panic dancing over the subtle scent of the mint. Remembering that Frances had planned to stop by that evening after leaving the bowling alley, she quickly made a beeline through her living room. A soft sound of surprise escaping from her as she swung open the door.

"I.. JD? Morgan?" The looks on their faces told the vampire almost everything she needed to know. Her voice lowering almost instinctively. " … where is Frances?"

"You tell us!" Jordan exclaimed, taking a quick step forward before Morgan grabbed their shoulder.

"JD, breathe."

"But-!"

The brunette gave her partner a firm look, causing the devil to immediately slump their shoulders and sigh.

"Fineee." JD whined before taking a deep breath, but their intense gaze remained on the Sorceress.

"Please, come inside." Helena replied, "Whatever is going on, it is likely better to discuss it behind closed doors."

The blonde swiftly moved from the doorway to give her visitors room to step inside the spacious apartment, a deep chill slowly making its crawl across her body. Something was wrong, that much she knew, and if that something was cause enough for Frances' close friends to come knocking at her door, it had to be bad. Really bad.

"Please, sit. I was just about to have some tea, would either of you care for some?"

Helena did her best to keep her voice calm - level. She knew whatever it was, losing her cool would be of no help to anyone.

"Tea? TEA?! FRANCES HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED AND YOU'RE DRINKING FUCKI-"

The sound of porcelain breaking into a hundred tiny pieces broke clean through the devil's words as Helena dropped the small cup from her now shaking hands.

"Kidnapped?! What-? By whom?"

This time JD's teeth clenched as they spoke - voice almost venomous. "Again, you tell us."

The blonde sat, visibly shaken and JD shook their head.

"Look.. as far as we can tell, a coven of bloodsuckers who, for some reason, have it out for you took her."

Jordan paused when Helena's icy gaze shot up to meet theirs.

"And not no second rate vampires either," They continued, "Does the name Nitiqret mean anything to you?"

Helena felt a slight tremble - a minute twitch - as it moved across the normally composed features of her face - her heart rate quickening ever so slightly. She cleared her throat, fidgeting as she turned to grab the broom and dustpan from her kitchen before kneeling low to sweep up the tiny shattered cup from her floor - a million thoughts now running through her mind.

She only knew of one Nitiqret, and while having never met her before, being one of the famed wives of the one and only Dracula, her reputation definitely preceded her. How - or why, for that matter - she would waste her time going after Frances, that she had no clue. For maybe the first time in her entire life, Helena cursed.

Looking up at the alien sound, JD furrowed their brow. “I'll take that as a yes.”

“I'll take that as a ‘fuck, yes’.” Morgan added, now looking even more concerned.

Helena hummed as she rose back to her full height, a sorrowful look to her gaze as her eyes scanned over the broken cup. It had been Frances' favorite. The Sorceress had planned on filling it with her favorite tea when she got there.

“Would you both please excuse me while I make a quick phone call?”

Morgan nodded before JD could take the chance to interject.

“Of course.”

With a bow of gratitude Helena took out her phone and swiped until she got to the only person she knew who had ever dealt with Dracula and his wives in the flesh - Vanessa Helsing - and quickly dialed her number.

*** It was dark when you opened your eyes - and cold. The aftereffects from the unexpected mode of transportation still lingering over your body as you struggled to sit up. You felt gross - confused - covered in a slick sweat with a twinge of nausea coating your stomach.

“Don't worry, sweet thing. The effects of shadow jumping don’t usually last all that long.” A sultry voice whispered to you.

Did she say-?!

You did your best to see through the dark at who was speaking to you, though you were more than sure it was the words of your captor. A pair of red eyes peering out to you through the thick black and a toothy smirk to match.

“Good.. to know.” You barely got out, your head swimming as you came to sit up right.

Where even were you? If you had to guess by smell alone, you’d imagine somewhere dark and dank with way more secrets than you cared to know about - the darkness that seemed to engulf you too thick to even make an educated guess beyond that. A fact that a part of you felt you were probably grateful for. Still, assessing the situation - even with your mind as foggy as it was - seemed important to your survival. You swallowed the thick taste in your mouth and leaned yourself back, finding a wall behind you.

Okay, that’s definitely stone…

“Where.. am I, exactly?”

A soft chuckle danced throughout the darkness at you.

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about that, Frances. Just a place we like to keep all of our potential morsels.”

At that you snorted. “Pretty sure I’m more of a buffet than a morsel.”

The figure in front of you came a little closer, almost completely visible in the dark. Her ebony skin and red eyes practically luminous within it.

“Is that so?” Nitiqret asked with a chuckle, her soft ringlets swaying as she undoubtedly shook her head. “... sounds absolutely delicious.

You’re pretty sure you caught a wink and you swallowed nervously, cursing at yourself for inadvertently making you sound even more appetizing to the vampire.

“Ah, no. I'm sure I taste awful! Terrible, even!”

A single fang beaming through the dark as Nitiqret’s smirk grew even wider.

“Well, I doubt that. With all that supple flesh?”

Shit.

“I swear.. ask anyone!”

Nitiqret only met your protest with a chuckle and a soft swish of fabric as she slowly began to close the distance between you.

“Oh, I think I'd rather find that out for myself.” Her breath was sweetly metallic as she leaned over and held out her hand to you. “Come, Frances. I'm sure we can find a much more comfortable place for you to wait.”

You twitched slightly, unsure of what to do or say next.

“Wherever you take me, Helena will find me! She’ll come for me!”

Another chuckle as cold, slender fingers slipped into yours.

“Mh.. that's exactly what we're counting on, sweet thing.”

Fuck.

***

It wasn't long before there was another frantic knock on Helena’s apartment door, but at least this time the blonde knew who it was and why. With not a single hair out of place, Vanessa had made it to her place in only a matter of minutes - a clear look of concern on her face.

“You have my gratitude, Helsing.” Helena remarked, bowing low as she opened the door.

“It’s no worries, Helena. But did I hear you correctly?? Nitiqret has Frances?”

“You're damn right she does!” JD yelled from inside the apartment.

The blonde nodded solemnly. “I am afraid that is the situation, yes.”

Vanessa cursed under her breath and quickly entered the room, taking a quick look of who else was joining them before placing a large duffle bag on Helena's floor.

“This is not good, Helena. Not remotely. The fact that Dracula's wives are now after you?”

The brunette shook her head, obviously shaken up by the whole thing.

“Yeah.. about that-” Morgan began before JD quicky cut her off.

“Why are these bloodsuckers so interested in you anyways? Hm? Care to share with the class?”

“I'm not sure how that's any of your business.” Vanessa interjected.

JD's brow furrowed, eyes burning dangerously.

“I'm sorry, I don't fucking recall asking you. And Frances is our friend.. so yeah, it's our fucking business.”

The vampire hunter was about to reply again but Helena held out her hand, stopping any retort Vanessa had short.

“They are right, Helsing. They have a right to know.” She took a deep steadying breath and turned to the two sitting on her couch. “When I first came to this realm, I had a rather unfortunate meeting with a group of vampires. And, much to my dismay, one caught me off guard before I was able to kill him. I have been tracking their coven ever since.”

Vanessa was the first to speak, eyebrow raised.

“Wait.. realm??”

Helena sighed, it seemed all of her secrets would be coming out tonight.

“That.. is a much longer story. One that will be all the more evident in a few moments.”

“So, hold the fuck up… you're a vampire? And you hang out with.. vampire hunters??” JD turned to Morgan, obviously a bit confused. “Make it make sense, babe.”

Morgan only shrugged her shoulders in response, clearly just as confused as her partner.

“Vanessa and I share a common goal.” Helena replied. “We have been tracking the same coven for a number of months now. It only made sense for us to join forces. She knows I am of no threat.”

JD snorted. “Tell that to Frances.”

Morgan's eyes grew wide at her sudden realization.

“WAIT! Does Frances know!?”

The vampire hung her head low. “She does not. I had every intention of telling her, though.”

JD let out a long whistle and leaned back into the couch. “Well, fuck.”

“Poor Frances.” Morgan added, frowning.

“Indeed. I… never imagined she would be brought into this. I would have never intentionally put her in harm's way.”

Helena’s words were soft - sapphire eyes dusted with melancholy and a lifetime of regrets. She was aware she should have been honest with the woman, but admittedly, the idea of losing Frances so suddenly fogged her normally logical way of thinking.

Jordan, having picked up on the negative emotions that were currently threatening to swallow Helena whole, sighed.

“Listen..” They began, voice level. “Frances is a lot stronger than she seems. And insanely accepting. She.. she wouldn't have thought of you any differently, you know, if you'd told her. I mean, fuck, she accepted me right away. And I'm a literal fucking devil.”

Vanessa's eyes shot up, face a little pale. “Devil??”

JD only winked at the vampire hunter in response, tongue sticking slightly out, and then turned their attention back to Helena - a woman who seemed completely unphased by that sudden bit of information. Though, why would she be? She’d had more than her share of experiences with demons and devils alike. But, that was a story she would definitely be keeping to herself.

At least for now.

“Thank you for saying that, Jordan. I appreciate your reassurance.”

“Alright, so now that we're all caught up… can we go and save Frances now?” Morgan exclaimed abruptly. The three other people in the room exchanged looks before JD turned to their partner and took her hands in theirs.

“Babe.. you know I love you. And you know how much of a badass I know you are but…”

“But what?” Morgan glared.

“I believe what Jordan is trying to say is.. “ Helena paused. “This rescue will be dangerous. Even for us.. let alone a.. human.”

“Vanessa’s human…”

Vanessa scoffed. “A human that happens to come from a long, long line of vampire hunters. I was literally born for shit like this.”

“But! I can help.” Morgan pleaded stubbornly.

JD looked at her softly. “Babe, please. I know you can handle yourself when it comes to most things. But.. we're probably walking into a hive full of fucking vampires. And..” They let out a steady exhale, choosing their next words very carefully, “ … if you're there, my focus will be on you, and keeping you safe. Which will not help Frances in the end.”

Morgan pouted before slinking back down into the couch, defeated.

“Fine.”

“Thank you. I'll make it up to you later, babe. I promise.” Jordan replied, placing a kiss to her temple.

“You're damn right you are. Next time, you're wearing the devil lingerie.”

Jordan's cheeks warmed over as their hand came to rub the back of their neck sheepishly. “Ahem.. d-deal.”

“Well, now that that's settled.” Vanessa snorted.

“Indeed.” Helena chucked. “Though, Morgan does bring up a good point. We really should be on our way.”

Jordan practically jumped out of their seat, almost knocking Vanessa over in the process. “Fuck yeah. Let's go get our girl!”

Vanessa slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and nodded. “My van is outside and ready. Ami will get us there with no issues.”

“... Ami?”

“My van’s AI.” Vanessa answered with a wink.

“Ah. Nice. Think I'll stick to my own means of transportation, though, if you don't mind.” JD replied with a smirk, which only made Vanessa shrug.

“Suit yourself.”

Helena’s fingers fidgeted slightly as the two bickered. While she was more than aware of what she had to do, to make sure she was at her most powerful for the battle ahead, the idea of putting all of her secrets out there for everyone to know still absolutely terrified her. Regardless, this was for Frances. There could be no mistakes - and the guilt that was steadily swirling around in the Sorceress’ body, now slowly churned into a dead, cold fury - it had to be done.

Without a single word muttered, the blonde turned on her heel and quickly walked into her room. A furrowed brow and eyes sharp as steel as she opened the closet door in front of her, gaze falling on the large chest that she kept at the back of it. Helena honestly couldn't even remember the last time she'd opened it - the last time her eyes had even fallen upon the things it inhabited. But none of that mattered. Not now. She kneeled plainly on the floor, taking a profoundly deep breath before pulling the large chest towards her. With a single wave of her hand the protective spell that kept it impenetrable by anyone but her was swiftly dismantled, forcing the top to sling open with a jolt.

“This is for Frances.” Helena told herself before allowing her eyes to fall upon the garment that sat so simply at the top of the chest - sitting there quietly in its cold colors. As if it held nothing more than the fabrics that wove it together.. as if it wasn’t there through it all. Through all the violence and blood. Through all the lives she took. All in her name. The Witch Queen. A name that echoed through her mind like an ill begotten memory.

And just like that, the Sorceress could almost see the evil woman’s icy glare and smug smirk staring down at her from her throne, sneering at her with cold satisfaction.

“And here you thought you had come so far, little light.”

No. Helena gritted her teeth. She would no longer allow her abuser to taint anything in her life ever again. She made that promise to herself long ago - long before she had even come to this realm. And she sure as hells wasn’t going to allow her past to stop her from rescuing the woman she had come to care so deeply for. She took a deep breath and lifted the bodice from the trunk. It was lighter than she remembered but still just as painful to look at. The muted colors of the Witch Queen’s regal seemingly laughing at her from a life long since passed - a ghost from which she no longer cared to remember. There was almost a snarl across her lips as her grasp upon the worn fabric tightened. Though, this time her lips curled in defiance not obedience - in fury, in love - not in the cold desire that had once fueled it before.

“Never again.” Helena whispered. Her fingers curling into the old armor, black swirls flowing out from the skin of her palms like an ancient foe and enveloping the garment without a second’s thought. This time she would wear the armor she wanted - this time she would wear it for love, for intent. With a warmth in her heart that encompassed everything her ex-abuser hated. A single tear rolled down the vampire’s cheek as the magic took hold, melting the icy components of the bodice to a black as dark as night. The tiny inflections and details that were once meant to hold no significance swiftly changing their colors as well. Brilliant shades of gold and purple flowing like liquid over the fine metal and bringing Helena to the warmest day on the most beautiful field of lavender.

Before the tear could fully fall from her chin, the garment was completely transformed. The shimmering black and lively accents giving the armor a whole new spirit - a whole energy of its own. The blonde smiled proudly at herself before placing it on the floor next to her. She knew what had to be done next and wasted no time in digging through the uncharacteristically deep trunk to pull out her two old friends. Sheathed in fine leather and born with the same cold colors as her bodice, she held the swords close to her, calling forth the darkness from within once again. Icy steel turned black, handles touched expertly over in purple and gold - with a blood red stone at the helms.

A feature that the newfound vampire felt fitting.

With the two major components out of the way, Helena proceeded to alter the rest of her old general’s uniform - with each piece transforming easier than the last. All dipped in an inky black and swiftly discarded of their past’s significance. Fabric born anew within the Sorceress's hands - brimming with newfound confidence as she pulled each piece into their proper places on her body. Taking a moment to stop and look at herself in the mirror, Helena was almost brought to tears by what she saw. Much like her uniform - she felt reborn - with the magic of a woman coming into her own. With the spirit of someone who was finally learning her worth, as if she was seeing herself through Frances’s eyes - beautiful and unbroken.

She wiped away her tears and steadied herself, her swords sheathed safely before exiting the room.

“Woah.”

JD was the first to comment, as their jaw hung shamelessly open and their eyes wide.

“Jordan, your mouth is open.” Morgan replied, snickering.

“Oh. Sorry.“ The devil answered back sheepishly, though their mouth remained open.

Morgan snickered again. “Fair. You do look incredible, Helena.”

The Sorceress bowed low. “Many thanks.”

“I have to agree. Those are some nice digs.” Vanessa added, to which Helena looked at her in confusion before glancing down at her swords.

“I can assure you, these are not for digging.”

All three of her companions laughed at her reply, with JD snorting the loudest.

“No, no. It basically just means ‘nice outfit’.” Van replied, continuing to chuckle.

“Ah.” Helena nodded. “In that case, I thank you. I had planned to never adorn this armor again. But these dire circumstances require me to be at my strongest.”

JD hummed in understanding. “I take it.. this armor has something to do with that other realm you mentioned.”

“It has.” She answered absolutely.

“Got it.” JD replied before slapping their hands together. “Alright! Shall we then? Time's a wastin’.”

The vampire and the vampire hunter glanced at one another before both nodding in agreement.

*** “And you're quite certain that we’ll win this fight?”

“Oh, don't worry your sweet little head about that, my love. Everything is going exactly as planned.”

Your captor's voices echoed through the large room they had earlier transported you to. You were fairly certain you were still underground, though not quite as deep as you had been while in the dungeon. And you certainly never thought in your life that you'd miss the spaciousness of a dungeon cell, the cage they now kept you had very little room to a woman of your statue. You sighed, wondering just how much danger Helena would be in when she got here.

If she got here.. After all - how could expect someone, anyone, to risk their life just to save you. Especially someone like Helena. She could have anyone she wanted. Why would she throw herself into danger just for you? You shook your head, angry at yourself for having such doubtful thoughts in the first place, but with every passing hour you found yourself feeling more and more alone.

Had JD and Morgan even told her?? Of course they had, you scowled at yourself, they were your friends.

“I have no doubt that you've taken every precaution, my bride, but we have to remain vigilant.”

“I understand your worries, my sweet, but how many magic wielders have we turned and brought to our side already? Without incident, might I add.”

Your ears perked as did your gaze. M-magic wielders? Surely they don't mean-

“While you have a point, darling, none of them were already vampires when we fought them.”

Already VAMPIRES? HELENA?? You began to wonder just how much you didn't know about your newfound partner. About just how much she’d been keeping from you.

“She will fall just like the rest, my love, and kneel before her new king.”

Nitiqret’s voice cut through the dark room with the confidence of a woman that had no fear - completely unphased by her future adversary. Your fingers fidgeted, chains tinkling as they did. You now wished you'd had a way to contact Helena and tell her not to come. You weren't worth.. all of this. It was too much! You felt the hot sting of tears toying at the corners of your eyes as an empty hopelessness began to sweep over you. The sound of large doors opening barely audible over the thumping in your chest.

“Apologies, my lord, but the covens are in position and stand at the ready.”

“Very good. Let them know that their Queen will be up momentarily.”

A soft swish of fabric as you assumed the messenger bowed to their leaders before exiting. It was only in the moment that you caught the unique scent of the woman who had kidnapped you just hours before that you looked up - finding the dark skinned beauty standing before you. Her smirk all too knowing.

“Well, sweet thing, last chance to take me up on my offer. Agree to be my pet and you can reign next to me.”

You snorted. “In your dreams.”

Her crimson eyes shifted for a moment, seeming to take you in - seemingly sensing all of your emotions and doubts.

“Pity. Choosing a woman who can't even be honest with you over one that could give you everything.”

How did she- No. You shook your head in refusal and replied, “Helena is my everything.”, through gritted teeth.

“For now. There's no telling how much of her will even be left for you when we’re done with her.”

You only stared at the rusted metal of the bottom of your cage in response, refusing to give in to her taunts. Giving her only silence - defiance.

She shrugged, pushing waves of ringlets over her shoulder. “Suit yourself.”

With a single snap of the vampire’s fingers another three were at your side, lifting the cage. The wholly evil grin that coated Nitiqret's lips told you everything you needed to know about what she had planned.

***

“Pfft.. that wasn't even that far! I totally could have flown here.” JD huffed in annoyance, rolling their eyes as Vanessa's van pulled into an abandoned dirt parking lot. A large warehouse looming behind it.

“You could have. But you also totally need all the strength you can get right now.” Vanessa answered, just as annoyed.

“O’ ye of little faith.” The enby smirked. ”You haven't begun to see the extent of my power.”

Vanessa was about to reply when Helena raised her hand to stop the two from bickering.

“That is quite enough. We need to remain focused. This is the place, I am sure of it. Frances is here. I can sense her life force.”

“Well, that's.. creepy.” Jordan replied, looking slightly put off.

Helena raised an eyebrow. “I have not crept anywhere.”

“Oh, ah.. no.” JD chuckled. “Creepy as in.. weird? Unsettling?”

“Ah.. maybe so, but a good trait to have nonetheless, devil. Lest we start a battle in the wrong place.”

“Helena has a point. Especially considering we don't even know exactly what we're up against.”

“Fine, fine.” JD replied, waving their hands. “Now, how about we go kick some bloodsucking ass!?”

The air outside was still, quiet. An eerie calm that settled over the three in a most unsettling way. The vast flatlands surrounding the area only added to the secluded feeling the group felt from the moment they pulled up. Even the vivid colors that painted the open sky as the sun slowly set behind the large building could do nothing to cut the unease of the situation.

“How many do you think are inside?” Vanessa asked, cutting the silence.

“From what I can gather? Hundreds.” Helena replied softly.

“Well, fuck.” JD added.

“Indeed.” The Sorceress nodded. “Be prepared to be on guard the moment that sun sets.”

“Should we maybe take the offense? Go in after them?”

Vanessa shook her head at JD’s question. “We have a better advantage out here, I think. Especially if the both of you are as powerful as you say. We don't need that warehouse crumbling down on us mid fight.”

“True. Wouldn't take many fireballs to turn that heap of wood into a pile of cinder.” Jordan chuckled, earning a side eye from the vampire hunter.

“... Fireballs?” She inquired, but the enby only winked in response.

As soon as the golden light of the sky began to shift into the darkened colors of dusk, Helena began tracing intricate sigils in the air. A slight crackle across her skin followed by an all too familiar black smoke as her protective shields started to activate.

“Woah, wait! You can do magic??” JD’s voice was just as surprised as the look on Vansessa’s face as they both watched the Sorceress in awe.

“Of course,” Vanessa chuckled, shaking her head, “this is why the covens wanted to change you to begin with! Isn’t it?”

Helena nodded, though her focus remained vigilant until the last circle of the sigil was finished, covering the three companions in a soft hum of currant.

“Wait- .. You didn’t know?” The devil asked Vanessa, looking even more shocked.

“No…”

At this, Helena finally turned to face them, a look of guilt painting over her strong features.

“I am sorry, Helsing. It is a part of my past I felt was better kept from everyone. I can see now that that was likely a mistake.”

Vanessa looked at her quietly for a moment before nodding. “You’re forgiven, Helena. I’m sure you had your reasons.”

“I had.”

“So.. fuck.. hold on, hold on.” JD paced in a small circle, trying to wrap their head around everything. “What did you mean when you said this is why the coven sought to turn her? Is turning a.. ah-?”

They paused, looking over to Helena, who nodded.

“Sorceress.”

“Right.. a Sorceress.. a common thing for vampires??”

Van shook her head. “Not really, no. But Dracula and his wives have been teaming up with other covens to turn anyone with magical ability to help create an army of mage-vampire hybrids.”

“Sure.. of course.. sounds like a totally sane thing to do.” JD replied, rolling their eyes. “Do I even wanna know why?”

“I’m assuming to take what they believe is their rightful place, over humans.”

“So, bloodsuckers hell bent on world domination.”

“For lack of a better phrase, yes.” Vanessa answered.

“COOL.. and I’m assuming these hybrids are right behind those doors?”

This time it was Helena who answered the devil’s question.

“Indeed. They will most likely be their first line of defense.”

“Awesome. Good times. Can’t wait.” JD replied sarcastically.

“Worry not, devil, They may have strength in numbers. But I am stronger.”

The blonde said her words with such finality that Jordan only nodded in response.

“Now, prepare yourselves. They are ready.”

“How do you know-”

Before JD even had a chance to finish their sentence, all three of the large roller shutter doors to the warehouse began to ascend. Nitiqret was the first to step forward, her dark skin shimmering in the newly born night.

“Well, hello, sweet things. So nice of you to finally join us.”

Helena took two steps forwards, putting herself between her companions and the army of undead that grew restless in front of them.

“Release Frances and none of this has to happen. None of you have to perish.”

The ancient vampire only laughed at the blonde’s offer, causing the army behind her to chuckle in turn.

“Oh, darling. The only ones who’ll perish tonight are those little playthings you brought along with you.” Nitiqret smirked. “Unless, of course, you decide to stop this silliness and take your rightful place among us.”

Helena’s stoic stance remained still - unnerved - as calm as a statue as the evening wind blew casually though her moonlit hair. The only movement made were the subtle ones of her hands shifting the helms of her swords.

“Release Frances, Nitiqret. Now.”

The vampire only scoffed. “And what makes you so sure I haven’t turned her already? With all of that delicious flesh, I can see why you wanted to keep her as your pet.”

Helena could feel the darkness starting to swirl within her, hands squeezing the gemmed tops of her swords in anger and eyes turning a dark crimson.

“I can feel that her humanity is still intact.” She answered, eyes furrowed. “This is your final warning - release her now, or you will all perish.”

“Oh? And at whose hands? Yours and a couple of humans?” Nitiqret snorted while her legion remained in the shadows of the warehouse, laughing along with her.

At this JD chuckled, wouldn’t be the first time someone underestimated them based on their human form. Their own powers brimming just under the skin’s surface - ready to be released. Helena remained quiet, straightening her back in response and unsheathed her swords, the sound of sharp metal ringing through the night.

“So be it.” She replied, voice unwavering.

The moment the words left the Sorceress's mouth her companions readied themselves behind her. A long bullwhip appearing in one of Vanessa’s hand and a metal stake in the other, while JD had completely transformed next to her. Horns as red as their eyes and large feathered wings that gracefully pushed them off the ground. The vampire hunter looked over at them in surprise before giving Jordan an impressed nod. A small flame igniting in the devil’s palm as they gave Vanessa a wink back. Though, it only took mere seconds for Nitiqret to recover from the initial shock of it all - her misguided confidence forcing another smirk across her lips.

“Suit yourselves, sweet things, by the end of the night you’ll all kneel before me like dogs.”

Just as Helena expected, as soon as Nitiqret gave the command a barrage of hybrids started running at them full speed - fangs out.

“Hold steady.” Helena urged softly.

It was immediately obvious that there was no end to the variety of magic wielders the covens had recruited. Some wielding fire. Some ice. Some with the entire force of the sky shooting out from their hands. But not a single spell shot in their direction was any match for Helena’s shield. Each one disintegrating the moment it hit the invisible barrier, earning furious screams from their assailants. Yet still, the hoard advanced. Growing closer and closer until the same black smoke from earlier began to crawl across Helena’s skin - a single word uttered under the Sorceress’ breath and a thick cloud as dark as the night around them arose from seemingly nowhere and moved towards the vampires - earning a couple of voices to ring out in protest.

“What the fuck is that??”

“Let’s get out of here!”

Unfortunately for those in question, Nitiqret’s voice was much louder. And much more powerful.

“Retreat and you’ll have to deal with me! Keep moving forward!”

It was made evident, of course, as soon as the cloud began to envelop the vampires, that retreating would have been their best course of action.. Muffled sounds of suffocation and panicked gasps for air was all that could be heard coming from the thick, black smoke. The rest of the hybrids that hadn’t made it as far as the others quickly turned around and ran back into the warehouse, leaving their companions to perish. When the smoke finally cleared it was unmistakable what sort of adversary Nitiqret had chosen to go up against - her eyes wide as about a third of the covens’ arsenal laid still in the dirt - dead - asphyxiated by poison.

“Fuck.” Vanessa whispered, stunned.

“Uh.. what she said.” JD added, swallowing. “Good thing she’s on our side, am I right?”

The enby laughed nervously but Vanessa could only nod, her gaze fixed on the graveyard in front of them. Helena remained still, though, the black smoke still swirling around her body as she prepared herself for the next wave. Nitiqret snarled, walking closer to investigate. Her eyes a gleaming red, furious.

“You really shouldn’t have done that, darling.” She growled, cracking her neck. “Dagon! Now!”

At the vampire’s request, a solemn man emerged from inside the warehouse. His face was young but he reeked of the long life of regrets he had chosen to live. Behind him came two burlier looking men, each holding up the side of a large metal cage. A cage that was covered in stale blood, rust and holding within it the most precious thing in the world to the Sorceress.

“Frances!”

The moment Frances’ warm, brown eyes locked onto Helena’s, tears welled in her own. Even with the dire situation the brunette was in, her smile still beamed bright at the sight of her beloved.

“I’m okay, Helena!” She yelled back.

“Heh.. for now, sweet thing.” Nitiqret replied, an all too cruel curl dancing at the crimson of her lips as she approached the cage - claws out. “But now it’s time to see what that pretty blood of yours looks like.”

Within a second, the air became palpable - electric. The smokey swirls that licked at the Sorceress’s body turning sharp - raw - as the storm within abruptly forced its way out. A scream of rage - a bolt of lightening so strong that it knocked Nitiqret back and off of her feet.

“You will not touch her!” The Sorceress growled.

Helena could feel herself losing control. She could almost taste the current as it moved unhindered throughout her body and swiftly enveloped it. Her red eyes inked over in a pitch black as she stared at her beloved, helpless, in chains. Rage pulsed through her like a corrupted heartbeat, poison coursing through her veins. For the first time since the three had arrived, the ancient vampire actually looked slightly frightened - shaken - with another.. gayer.. emotion mixed therein. Dirt covered the back of her dress as she slowly pushed herself back onto her feet and snarled.

“I am growing tired of these games, darling.” Nitiqret spat, “Let's say we end this thing, NOW.”

A command of regal authority - of a thousand years having led armies of the undead - imbedded deep within the honey wine tones of Nitiqret's voice as the single word boasted out into the night, immediately starting the battle. Hoards of red eyes, gleaming in the moonlight as the joined covens sprinted towards the three companions.

“For Frances.” Helena stated plainly, readying her swords.

“For humanity.” Vanessa added.

“Fuck yeah, let's goooooooo-” JD exclaimed, flying high into the star studded sky, flames at the ready.

There was a single nod shared between the two friends before they each took off in opposite directions. Vanessa immediately taking out a whole row of vampires with a single slash of her whip while an onslaught of fireballs rained down from the sky like heaven's fury.

“Burn you ugly mothersuckers!” The devil laughing at their own joke as fire shot out from their hands. “Get it?? Because you guys suck, and you also suck blood!”

Helena couldn't help but chuckle at her companion’s light hearted antics, even in the face of battle. It was refreshing, almost. The night air blowing through her moonlit hair as she shadow jumped from one spot to the next, her blades slashing into any vampire that came within her reach. A pair of brown eyes watching her quietly from behind metal bars, a deep flush across her cheeks at the realization of her lover’s power. The Sorceress shot her a wink before a voice caught her off guard.

“Helena, behind you!” JD’s voice rang out from in between fire balls.

Before she even has a moment to react, though, Vanessa’s whip struck out with an exquisite crack, immediately stunning the three vampires that were about to jump her from behind and shoving her metal stake right through their hearts.

“Yeahhh.. whip me baby, one more time.” JD exclaimed, the words sung to the melody of a well known pop song as the devil flew overhead.

A moment of distraction, that's all it takes, Helena thought to herself. ”Have you forgotten your lessons so easily, little light?”

Helena gritted her teeth at the cruel voice inside her head, always taunting her. Electricity starting to crackle across her skin once again as she screamed - several bolts of lightning striking out in rage, this time eviscerating every vampire within the spell’s radius.

“You will not win this, Nitiqret.” The Sorceress yelled. “Surrender now before all are lost.”

Nitiqret only snarled, Dagon and the two other men who had carried Frances out were nowhere to be seen. And though the vampire’s eyes were slightly panicked, her pride wouldn't let her stop. Not yet, Helena could see that much. The blonde sighed and shook her head. As it was, more than half of the two coven’s battalions laid in piles in the cool Indiana dirt, and it wouldn't take long for the three to finish off the rest.

“There is no surrender! We would rather die!”

There was a distinct shift of energy the moment the ancient vampire tried to seal all of their fates, with about half of the remaining fighters no longer looking confident in their cause. Though they knew if they ran it would be certain banishment - at best - they also knew that if they stayed, their deaths were imminent.

“No! Ungrateful cowards, how dare you!? You will stay and fight for your honor!” Nitiqret growled as a large group of her followers fled off into the thick tree lines, leaving only a small handful left to fight.

Helena raised her hand, halting both of her companions. Her swords steady and eyes sharp as they returned to their prior shade of red.

“The rest of you have a choice. Stop fighting and follow your brethren, or stay and face your fate.”

Nitiqret’s screams of betrayal cut through the evening air as several more vampires fled, the remaining few taken out with one fell swoop as a rather large fireball rained down from the sky. Helena looked back at her still airborne companion and gave them a nod before turning back to her foe. The once confident vampire queen looked practically befallen, her eyes glazed over in a quiet rage. Of course Dracula and the other coven heads were hidden away somewhere safe and comfortable, leaving Nitiqret to face whatever fate Helena had planned. A soft crunch of gravel as the Sorceress made her way across the dark parking lot, the armor of her shoes glinting with each step.

“Do not be a fool, Nitiqret. Surrender.”

The dark skinned beauty only gritted her teeth. “Never.”

Helena was only able to get out a single hum before the older vampire made the first strike, her claws making a terrible sound against Helena’s breastplate. She growled, frustrated, making another strike in Helena’s direction, with which the Sorceress quickly blocked.

And that’s how it went between the two experienced fighters for awhile. The back and forth of battle - a dance of survival. Both masters of their craft, with no opportunity to get the upper hand untaken. Claws meeting steel and catching a blade just before it could pierce through Nitiqret’s heart, only to pull back once the second took a swing at her, She took a moment to circle her enemy before the dance began anew. In the end, though, power outbeats experience - with Helena landing the final blow, bringing the ancient vampire to her knees. The blade of her sword directly back over the Nitiqret’s heart.

“Do it. Finish this!” She spat, tears dancing at the corner of her eyes.

“No.” Helena replied calmly. “Thisis your last chance. Leave this place. Change your ways. Or I will search until I find you.”

“Just kill me now, then!”

The Sorceress stared at her adversary solemnly for a minute, knowing deep down that anyone was capable of redemption - even her. She dropped the tip of her sword from Nitiqret’s skin and turned to walk away.

“COWARD!”

About to turn back around, Helena was jolted by the calming hand on her shoulder.

“She’s not fucking worth it, Hel. What do you say we go and get our girl?”

JD’s warm eyes crinkled at the sides as Helena looked down at them and smiled, placing her own hand over theirs.

“Yes. Let us do exactly that.”

Vanessa was already over by the cage, working on picking the lock as the two walked over.

“Holy shit, JD!” She exclaimed. “You were like a nonbinary Rei up there!”

The devil looked at the vampire hunter slightly confused. “Uh..”

“You know! Sailor Mars?”

“Uhm.. thank you? I think?”

Vanessa chuckled. “I'm a bit of an anime nerd, sorry. Basically it just means that I'm impressed.”

Jordan smirked, shrugging. “Naturally. I am the Jersey Devil, after all.”

“Wait.. like the Jersey Devil?” Vanessa asked, eyes wide.

“In the flesh, babe.”

“Please, the both of you, stand aside.” Helena interrupted, bringing the two’s attention back to the task at hand. With a single simple movement of her fingers, though, the lock instantly clicked open.

“Fuck. You’re incredible, Helena.” JD chuckled.

Before Helena could even respond, the cage door swung open and Frances’ arms were wrapped around her waist, almost knocking her over.

“You came! You guys came! I knew you would. Well, I mostly knew.” The brunette chuckled, “And holy fuck, you guys were amazing! And holy fuck.. MY GIRLFRIEND IS NOT ONLY A VAMPIRE BUT A FUCKING MAGE? UM, HELLO? WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS?”

Helena chuckled sheepishly. Though she couldn’t help but deeply miss her beloved’s enthusiasm and placed a tender kiss to the top of her head.

“Come here, you!” JD laughed, taking Ftances into their arms next and giving her a warm hug. “I love you, but don’t ever fucking do that again.”

Frances chuckled, shaking her head. “Whaaat? You expect me to never get kidnapped by bloodthirsty vampires again??”

“Please. I missed you too much.”

“I missed you too, Jordan.” The curvy woman replied, holding her friend a little closer.

“Right.. well, I’m glad you’re safe, Frances, but we should probably get out of here.” Vanessa added.

Helena quickly looked back to the warehouse, almost having completely forgotten about the ancient vampire at the sight of Frances - but Nitiqret was nowhere to be found, likely having ran off to join the remainder of her coven deep within the shadows.

“Is everyone alright?” The Sorceress asked, turning back - to which all of her companions nodded. Vanessa seemed to have taken the most injuries out of the group, but even hers were superficial at worst. “Good. Let us make haste then.”

*** You stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and towel drying your hair as the most beautiful woman in existence sat on the ends of your bed, nervously playing with her fingers. Helena was so lost in thought she hadn't even heard the bathroom door open. She looked sad - distraught - with the weight of a thousand lives hanging over her. You frowned, slowly moving a little closer to the bed so as not to startle her.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked softly.

The moment the blonde looked at you, though, your heart broke into little pieces. Tears welling at the corners of her eyes before she looked down, ashamed, taking a couple deep breaths before bringing her gaze back up to yours.

“It is just… I am so truly sorry for not being honest with you about who I truly am, little one.” She started, stifling a sob. “About my past and everything I have been through. There is so much to tell. I was a fool for thinking I would lose you if I did.”

She paused for a moment, taking another calming breath before continuing. “I can offer you no excuses, meine Liebe, but can only ask for your humble forgiveness. I will, of course, understand if you would rather me leave you to your thoughts.”

You had seen your fair share of emotions in your love’s face before - happiness, excitement, serenity - but the look of utter torment that her stunning features were coated in now was almost too much for you to bear. You moved quickly to take her hands in yours and pulled her close to you.

“Hey, woah.. it’s alright.” You whispered, fingers circling her back in slow, reassuring circles. “Well, it’s not alright. I always prefer that you’re open with me. But… I understand. And I forgive you.”

She looked at you, eyelashes dusted in crystalline tears. “You.. you do?”

You nodded, giving her a warm smile. “Yes, my heart. I do expect to hear about it all in detail, though, after we’ve rested. Deal?”

Her only response was your back against the wall and her lips crashing into yours. Your blood rushing the moment contact was made. She kissed you slowly, deeply, passionately. Leaving you practically breathless when she finally pulled away.

“I.. I'll take that as a yes.” You chuckled, cheeks flushed.

“You may have whatever you wish, meine Liebe. Whatever stories you desire.”

You bit your bottom lip, looking up at her with bated breath. “Well, the only thing I desire right now is you.”

She stared at you in a way that made your whole body overcome with heat. “Are you certain?”

“More certain than anything in my entire life.”

The deep blue depths of her eyes beamed in lust, sparkling like the ocean after a brief rainstorm as she lifted you with ease into a bridal carry.

“Helena-!” You exclaimed, but before you could protest any further she kissed any worries from your lips, moaning ever so slightly when her tongue came to part them.

“I love you. My dearest Frances.”

It felt like every cell in your body was simultaneously doing somersaults. Your heart filled with warmth as you brought your hand up to gently cup Helena’s face.

“I love you too. My beloved Helena.”

With a look of pure adoration - with pure happiness and the knowledge that her heart was safe with you, she laid your body onto the bed with tender care. Her eyes glazed over in want as your supple flesh peaked out from the towel you wore, licking her lips as her own clothes began to fall casually from her body. Gods, she was beautiful, you knew that, but seeing the exquisite landscape of her standing before you. Lean, muscular - with eyes only for you - ignited every part of your being.

“Y-you’re stunning, Helena.”

“As are you, meine Liebe.”

She gave you a soft smile before joining you on the bed. Her tall frame laying next to you before the weight of her body was pressing you down into the soft mattress, lips coming to greet yours in a fury of passion. You kissed her back eagerly, fingers tangling into strands of moonlight as your tongues danced a minuet of desire, playing over each other in nothing but eternal want.

It was fevered, unyielding, a deep-seated heat that washed over your body like a warm bath. And when her mouth took to wanting to explore the rest of you, you only hesitated for a moment before catching the pure and utter want in her eyes and let your towel fall - exposing all of your plush curves and moaning softly at each hungry kiss that she placed across your neck. At every nibble at your eager flesh as Helena began to claim every inch of you, laying burning embers across the landscape of you.

“Mmh.. more.” You whispered, earning a soft growl from the Sorceress.

You felt her lips on every part of you, humming deep within your skin long after she'd move onto her next area of claim. From your breasts to your soft tummy, down to your thighs and back up again, growing hungrier with each nip to your flesh. And when her mouth found its way back to your neck, you moaned even louder, gasping when you felt the sharp sting of her fangs as they just barely punctured the surface.

“Ah-!”

She looked down at you slightly panicked, her normal eyes of sapphire now a deep shade of garnet as the vampire within her became awakened.

“My apologies, little one. It seems I lost myself in your scent. Your blood… it smells divine.”

She closed her eyes and you could tell she was trying to regain control of her humanity. Placing your hand softly to the side of her cheek, you brought her attention back down to you.

“D-don’t be. I.. I liked it.” You replied, averting your eyes slightly at the admittal.

Helena raised an eyebrow curiously. “Oh?”

You nodded, chuckling. “Quite a bit, honestly. You can.. you know.. continue. If you want.”

“You mean, to feed from you? Are you certain?”

You nodded again. “Yes, my heart.”

You punctuated your point by elongating your neck for her, your fingers wrapping into soft, moonlit hair as you pulled her back in. The anticipation of it all making the heated space between your legs even wetter. You were more than certain that she could smell exactly how aroused you were, and if the look she gave you was any indication, her own arousal was just as heightened. Her long fingers coming to gently move your hair away from your neck, such a tender touch that made your entire body shiver.

“Relax and take a deep breath, meine Liebe.”

You did just that, every muscle in your body relaxing as you let out a deep breath, only to moan out loud the moment her fangs sunk into your flesh.

“Mmph-!”

“Just like that, Frances. You're doing so well.”

She murmured the praise into your skin - embedding it - making you whimper. Your arms wrapped around her long neck, plush thighs around her waist. A delicious heat spreading out from beneath her lips in response to the quickened rush of your blood. It felt euphoric - a pleasure unlike any other - as if your souls momentarily came as one while she drank slowly from you, moaning at the taste of your essence. You could feel your mind becoming more fogged with each pull, washing you over in a blissful state that you could have happily stayed in forever. That was until your beloved abruptly stopped, causing you to whine.

“M-more? Please?” You pleaded, sitting up onto your forearms. But Helena only shook her head and licked over the fresh wound to heal it.

“Too much and you may pass out, little one.” She replied, the slight pink hue to her cheeks brilliant against the moonlit strands that framed her face.

You pouted. “But-”

“Would you not like to see what else I have planned for you?”

The look of absolute desire that she gave you, the profound yearning in her voice - you could only blush deeply at the effect she was having on you, biting your bottom lip.

“I, ah.. yes. Yes, I would.”

“Then lie back, meine Liebe, and allow me to take care of you.”

You laid back onto your pillow and closed your eyes to enjoy the senses. Helena’s strong lips first coming to the center of your collar bone before kissing their way down your sternum, pausing momentarily when her tongue came to circle over one nipple and then the other. You squirmed beneath her, arousal over taking you as her warm mouth enveloped the sensitive skin before sucking at it until they were perfectly erect.

“Mmm..”

You already feel the measure of your arousal coating your inner thighs as she continued to make her way down your body, caressing all of your curves and mounds along the way before stopping just short of where you needed her most.

“Look at me, my love.”

Her voice was gentle yet commanded, your eyes immediately opening - gaze falling to hers.

Fuck.

There she was. The most beautiful woman in existence. The woman who made your heart beat faster and slower at the same time, sat perfectly between your legs. Her beautifully scarred skin exposed exquisitely just for you. Her cheeks flush and her hair slightly mussed. But the look in her eyes - that alone was enough to set your entire body aflame.

“Good girl.”

You let out an audible whimper and she smirked, a single kiss to each of your thighs before her mouth fully enveloped you.

“O-oh, fuck-” You gasped, head falling back.

“Eyes on me, Frances.”

You immediately brought your gaze back to hers at the soft command, cheeks flushed even more. A stifled moan as she took your core back into her mouth and pulled the flesh of your hips to bring you close. Your legs draped lazily over her back as her tongue lengthened deep inside you.

“Mmm.. yes-”

It was a whirlwind of sensations, of absolute pleasure and bliss. The bond the two of you shared only fueling the desire between you, driving your arousal higher and higher. Soft circles over your clit, strong hands holding up your hips. Helena’s tongue expertly licking over every inch of your core, coaxing your orgasm closer and closer. You wrapped your fingers into her hair, pulling her closer still, making her growl softly into your wet folds.

“Mmph-.. don't stop, please.”

And she didn't. Not until your hips began to jerk. Not until the supple flesh of your inner thighs were soaked and your desire coated her face and hair. Until she pulled every last moan from your body and drank you in entirely. Your body falling breathless to the bed, voice hitched as you spoke.

“I.. that.. f-fuck, Helena.”

Small trembles of aftershocks continued to roll across your body while you laid catching your breath, your skin warm with afterglow. The Sorceress chuckled as she came to lie beside you, lips coming to claim a gentle kiss - the taste of you still lingering upon them.

“I will assume that is a positive response.”

Her skin was cool to touch, soothing against your own as she pulled you a little closer.

“Very.” You replied.

“Good.”

She gave you a warm smile, fingers stroking gently through your hair. Her eyes filled with nothing but love for you as she held your gaze and you immediately wanted nothing more than to make her feel just as good as you did. You bit your bottom lip nervously, cheeks already warming at the thought.

“Something on your mind, meine Liebe?”

“Ah.. well..” You chuckled, shifting slightly beneath her. “I was just.. wondering..”

“Hm?”

“If I could.. maybe, return the favor?”

“Ah.”

“If you're interested, that is! If not, no worries, I totally understand! I just-”

She placed a single finger to your lips, halting your words before kissing you.

“I would like that very much.”

“Oh. Alright, then. Well, good!”

All of a sudden you felt nervous, anxious, worried that you might handle her in the wrong way. You knew a tiny bit about Helena’s sexual trauma - mainly only that she had some - and you wanted to do everything in your power to make sure that she was absolutely comfortable during this process. You gave her a look of uncertainty and she smiled before slowly moving to lie on her back. A position, you were sure, that meant she had come to trust you without measure. A part of you wanted to straddle her hips, but your insecurities got the best of you and instead you moved to her side, wanting as much access to her stunning body as possible.

It was still incredulous to you that you somehow landed yourself a girlfriend that looked like a literal masterpiece. As if she were torn straight from one of the pages of your favorite fantasy books. Her lean body firm and taut as you slowly began to trace over her skin with your fingers, starting with the beautiful scars that adorned it.

“You're perfect, Helena.” You whispered, and the pink hue that dusted her cheeks grew a little darker as she looked up at you.

“Speak for yourself, little one.”

“Mh-mh, no.” You shook your head. “This, is about you.”

Before she could reply you placed a tender kiss to the scar you'd just been softly caressing, an act that immediately made the Sorceress shudder, involuntarily causing the muscles beneath your lips to tense and flex.

“Is this okay?” You asked before continuing and she nodded.

“More than.”

As soon as you were given the green light, your lips carefully began to move from one scar to the next - each more unique and beautiful than the last. Each holding a story of its own, of bloodshed and strife. Stale reminders of long forgotten battles now handled with the utmost of care. Kissed softly, tenderly - loved in a way that Helena only deserved. To be cherished and caressed. To have your person’s adoration kissed purely into your skin, imbedding it with love.

Long fingers tangled gently into your hair, stroking it softly as you made your way across the length of her body - laying landlines into her skin. And when you finally made it to your destination, having lovingly kissed and caressed every part of Helena’s exquisite body that you could reach, you took a deep breath. You were more than certain that your cheeks were a deep crimson by the time you nestled yourself between her legs - a part of you having felt like you had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.

“Now this is what I would call a spectacular view.” Helena remarked, making you blush. Though, the view in front of yourself couldn’t be matched. It was one for the ages - with the Sorceress’ long body sprawled out deliciously before you - legs spread, core wet.

And it was all for you.

You smirked, turning her own words against her. “Speak for yourself, my heart.”

You felt warm under her gaze as you lowered your body down and settled yourself between her thighs. The measure of her arousal glistening softly and she shifted herself to give you more room. Her strong musk smelled beyond exquisite - heady - pulling you in before your tongue even had a chance at a taste her. And gods, how sensitive she was to your touch - so reactive. Arching her back ever so slightly as you used your fingers to part her soft folds.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Mh.” Helena hummed with a nod.

You wettened your lips, kissing both of her thighs before bringing them to her clit. She gasped softly, biting her lip as she brought her fingers to the back of your head, urging you to continue. At the very first taste of her - as you slid your tongue up the center of her core - you let out an audible moan, immediately intoxicated by it.

“Meine Liebe.” She moaned.

Helena's voice was breathy in a way you'd never heard before - husky, deep - practically needy in nature. You wondered just how long it'd been since the vampire had been properly tended to - a thought that willed you to generously lengthen your tongue into her before sliding it back up and sucking on her clit. She was so wet. So delicious. Her arousal coating your cheeks as you licked over her eagerly.

“Ah-! .. mmmh.”

She made the most erotically simple sounds - so soft, yet so arousing. The first louder moan to escape from her lips was when you grabbed firmly onto her hips and pulled her into you. Your tongue sliding inside as deep inside of her as it could go, alternating between her entrance and her clit. The more hungry you became in the moment, the more sounds she made. Dexterous fingers wrapped into your hair as you pulled an orchestra of pleasure from her body. With each sweep of your tongue adding another layer to the melody.

She was beautiful, perfect - writhing under you with her hips matching your pace. You found yourself lost in it all, wanting nothing more than to make her feel good. To make her feel loved - safe. Building the climax in her body higher and higher until her back arched completely off of the bed.

“Mh-! Frances!”

The sweet essence of your beloved spilling into your dutiful mouth as she continued to ride out her high on your tongue. Only stopping after the last tremor finally ripped throughout her, her body falling limp onto the mattress. You placed a final kiss to her thigh before looking up at her, her rib cage rising and falling as she caught her breath.

“Mh.. I do believe..” She began softly, “The proper response to such an act was, fuck?”

Finally she raised her head to look at you and you could only stare at your girlfriend in amused shock, having never heard her swear before. But the playfulness that played at the corner of her lips and the way her luminous hair framed her bliss-flushed face only made you fall in love with her even more. You grinned back at her before replying.

“Fuck, indeed.” You chuckled.

Helena laughed in a way that sounded so beautiful and free. It was crazy how your heart ached just by looking at her - just by seeing the happiness that now painted over every crevice in her face. You sat up and leaned back onto your knees, looking at her.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

“I feel quite well, little one. Thank you.” She answered, the look on her face was one of pure adoration. “Some tea would be lovely, though.”

You nodded before placing a soft kiss to her lips and grabbed a t-shirt from your dresser drawer, throwing one to Helena as you made your way to the kitchen. Two cups of tea and a glass of water later you returned, handing one of the hot drinks to Helena.

“Mh.. thank you.”

“Of course.”

You placed yours on the nightstand with the water before crawling back into bed. She looked adorable in your oversized t-shirt happily sipping her tea. Your powerful, supernatural, sorceress girlfriend. So content in such a simple moment. There was still so much you didn't know about her yet, and still so much you wanted to. She placed her cup on the nightstand next to her, her normally sharp features softened in the moonlight as she laid on her side to face you.

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” You asked her playfully.

“Mh.. you have.” She smiled, “And I, you.”

Helena opened her arms and you gave her a smile back, laying on your side so she could hold you from the back. Her strong arms cradling you close, cuddling you into her - your backside flush against her front. It wasn't long before the steady breath of your beloved began to lull you off to somewhere beautiful. To the possible future and somewhere in between. A warm haze coming over you as you slowly began to drift off - your last conscious thought swirling dreamily into the darkness of slumber…

... No matter the time, or the location. No matter the realm. You would love Helena Klein in the deepest parts of your heart. For always. ~♡

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