Tamesha Ive been working on a new Helen and John one shot Sanctuary fanfic LOL! Here are the first two paragraphs! LOL! Let me know what you think ! Helen Magnus, leader of the Sanctuary Network, founder, and immortal stood looking out at her city from some unknown rooftop gazing at the ruble of her former home. Loneliness tore at her heart as well as despair. For weeks her soul had been crying out for the one touch in all the world she desired above all others. Montague John Druitt still owned her body and soul, his heart was still connected to hers, and it was his heart she longed to hear beating. She craved the feeling of his lips crushed to hers, the pleasurable way his fingers would dig into her hips when he pulled her close. To others he was the Ripper, a killer, but to her all she saw was the man she loved. She would always love him no matter the body count he held. In the end, Helen was no saint either. Blood painted her hands. In this place, in the middle of the night, Helen could let his name fall from her lips. “John, where are you?” she asked the night not truly expecting an answer as he right hand covered her heart that beat only for him. Her heart skipped a beat as a feeling rippled along her spine. There was this sense that she only ever carried in regards to John. Spinning on her heels she surveyed the rest of the roof looking for him. Helen almost grew discouraged when she saw some of the shadow’s shift. “John!” She called out nearly getting her hopes up, but the universe rewarded her this night with the return of her heart. Montague John Druitt, teleporter, former Jack the Ripper, and immortal stood in the shadows watching the love of his life move through the night as if she had no tether to the mortal coil. Every step she took was heavier than the last. It killed him to see her so disconnected to everything around her. He knew that he was partly to blame for Helen’s current state. John had cut himself off from her to protect her, to protect himself, but all he had done was more damage, caused more heartache and suffering. Now it was time to make it right. Using his abilities he found her in the same spot she came to week after week to gaze upon the ruble of her former home. As always he stood in the shadows to watch her, to breath in the scent of her on the air. His heart beat only when he was near her, beat only for her. John needed the warmth of Helen against him, need the taste of her lips to fight back the wave of anger that was ever present in his mind. He needed her. He yearned for her. John was ever wanting for the promise of tomorrow from Helen’s embrace. She was his life. She held his heart in her hands. Helen was his freedom and she was calling to him. Stepping from the shadows John made his presence known with a soft smile and loving gaze, “I’m here.” He confirmed. Helen took a tentative step towards him as he did to her.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 09:35:05 +0000
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