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Tesla
Nicola simply smirked at her question. "I think you know all too well what you've done, and no; I'm not talking about Henry." He saw her expression change just slightly. "Oh, come on, his scent is all over you little Isis. Don't worry, though, I suspect the only other person that might have figured it out is that neanderthal of an assistant they have. He's got quite a nose on him as well." He took a sip of wine and placed the glass down on his work table.
He glanced at her, waiting for her to admit to something. When that admittance didn't come, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Come on, Isis....a Deathspeaker?" He saw her eyes widen suddenly. "Of all the things you could have saught out...." He stopped in mid sentance, her glance giving him pause. "What? You can't be surprised." Tesla pointed to himself. "Um, Vampire here. One of the oldest races here on earth? Surely you aren't surprised that I know about those...those things. I just want to know why? What did you get out of it? More importantly....what did the Deathspeaker get out of it?"
Druitt
Montague John Druitt; a name that once had meaning, purpose. It was a name that, once upon a time; held the love of Helen Magnus. It was also a name that would be doomed to hold as much fear and dispair as it did love. John Druitt, or better known to those who feared him as 'Jack the Ripper' was respected and feared. Hated and loathed. So why, then, when he found himself looking through the viewing window at the motionless body of his daughter Ashley, did he feel helpless? Was it because no ammount of anger and rage and spilling of Cabal blood in revenge could do nothing to remove his sorrow and grief? Was it because no ammount of love he had for Helen or shared for Ashley could remove the blood he spilt in the name of 'revenge' ?
No. Montague John Druitt felt helpless because he was a father who could do nothing for a child he barely got to know the existance of before her life was snatched away from her. A child he helped create with a woman he loved, still loved. None of his anger or vengance or abilities could do anything for her. They entered the infirmary and Druitt walked to stand near her bed.
"Somehow, her body and conciousness have all gotten tangled up with this Tudor age vampiress, Melaven." Helens words fell on Johns ears, but he was barely listening as thoughts swirled about the darkness in his mind, pushing it aside.
"Not a nice character. Poor Ashley...I wouldn't want to share an elevator with this woman and she has to share her body and mind...We're trying to figure out a safe way to either separate them or exercise Melaven from Ashley's mind but not sure yet how to do so without risking harm to Ashley." Will tried to give his own words of explanation.
Druitt reached his hand out and stroked the side of Ashley's cheek. "I was cruel to her on more than one occasion...then again, who haven't I been cruel to?" With those words, he left the room to stand outside, to gather his thoughts. The others followed as the Big Guy entered. "John..." Helen began but Druitt cut her off. "Helen, don't. I'm just glad that she's here....that she's been returned to us, in some form or another." He was about to say more when the Big Guy left and Druitt quickly pushed his way back into the room.
He looked down at her again, wondering what was going on inside her head. I have to do something....anything. This is unnacceptable. He turned to Helen and she opened her mouth but Druitt held up a hand to quickly silence her. He knew that look in her eyes, that look of pity, and dispised it. Montague John Druitt did not take pity...not from anyone. "We have to do something. I know you are trying to figure out a way to safely seperate them, but science is not my forte. I can't just wait around doing nothing while the others go about their ways of technology and science. I want results, Helen, not more waiting. Call me simple minded, but I've always been a man of instant gratification."
He walked from Ashley's bedside and turned to face Helen and Will once more. "I'm sorry Helen, I can't stay here. I'll be in touch if something comes up." With one last sorrowfull glance past Helen to their daughter Ashley, he dissapeared in a swirling storm of red energy.
Nicola simply smirked at her question. "I think you know all too well what you've done, and no; I'm not talking about Henry." He saw her expression change just slightly. "Oh, come on, his scent is all over you little Isis. Don't worry, though, I suspect the only other person that might have figured it out is that neanderthal of an assistant they have. He's got quite a nose on him as well." He took a sip of wine and placed the glass down on his work table.
He glanced at her, waiting for her to admit to something. When that admittance didn't come, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Come on, Isis....a Deathspeaker?" He saw her eyes widen suddenly. "Of all the things you could have saught out...." He stopped in mid sentance, her glance giving him pause. "What? You can't be surprised." Tesla pointed to himself. "Um, Vampire here. One of the oldest races here on earth? Surely you aren't surprised that I know about those...those things. I just want to know why? What did you get out of it? More importantly....what did the Deathspeaker get out of it?"
Druitt
Montague John Druitt; a name that once had meaning, purpose. It was a name that, once upon a time; held the love of Helen Magnus. It was also a name that would be doomed to hold as much fear and dispair as it did love. John Druitt, or better known to those who feared him as 'Jack the Ripper' was respected and feared. Hated and loathed. So why, then, when he found himself looking through the viewing window at the motionless body of his daughter Ashley, did he feel helpless? Was it because no ammount of anger and rage and spilling of Cabal blood in revenge could do nothing to remove his sorrow and grief? Was it because no ammount of love he had for Helen or shared for Ashley could remove the blood he spilt in the name of 'revenge' ?
No. Montague John Druitt felt helpless because he was a father who could do nothing for a child he barely got to know the existance of before her life was snatched away from her. A child he helped create with a woman he loved, still loved. None of his anger or vengance or abilities could do anything for her. They entered the infirmary and Druitt walked to stand near her bed.
"Somehow, her body and conciousness have all gotten tangled up with this Tudor age vampiress, Melaven." Helens words fell on Johns ears, but he was barely listening as thoughts swirled about the darkness in his mind, pushing it aside.
"Not a nice character. Poor Ashley...I wouldn't want to share an elevator with this woman and she has to share her body and mind...We're trying to figure out a safe way to either separate them or exercise Melaven from Ashley's mind but not sure yet how to do so without risking harm to Ashley." Will tried to give his own words of explanation.
Druitt reached his hand out and stroked the side of Ashley's cheek. "I was cruel to her on more than one occasion...then again, who haven't I been cruel to?" With those words, he left the room to stand outside, to gather his thoughts. The others followed as the Big Guy entered. "John..." Helen began but Druitt cut her off. "Helen, don't. I'm just glad that she's here....that she's been returned to us, in some form or another." He was about to say more when the Big Guy left and Druitt quickly pushed his way back into the room.
He looked down at her again, wondering what was going on inside her head. I have to do something....anything. This is unnacceptable. He turned to Helen and she opened her mouth but Druitt held up a hand to quickly silence her. He knew that look in her eyes, that look of pity, and dispised it. Montague John Druitt did not take pity...not from anyone. "We have to do something. I know you are trying to figure out a way to safely seperate them, but science is not my forte. I can't just wait around doing nothing while the others go about their ways of technology and science. I want results, Helen, not more waiting. Call me simple minded, but I've always been a man of instant gratification."
He walked from Ashley's bedside and turned to face Helen and Will once more. "I'm sorry Helen, I can't stay here. I'll be in touch if something comes up." With one last sorrowfull glance past Helen to their daughter Ashley, he dissapeared in a swirling storm of red energy.