Helena bit her lower lip. "I ... no, Harold." She said in the end. "I just ... it's not polite to pry." She said and looked away. "And besides ... " she hesitated and thought about what go say next. Kyle might take her snooping around as an intrusion, and get even more angry. She didn't want to do that. She looked at her hands.

"He'll tell me." She said and smiled a little. Kyle would tell her, right? "If not then, I know something happened that I don't have to be aware of." She said and shook his head. She fhen waved her hand dismissively. "You can go now, I want to be alone." She said and looked away. Once alone she sat therd thinking of all the things thst had happened today. She wanted to sigh and just nap, so that was what she did.

She didn't have a good nap, though. It was filled with nightmares and memories of death. She screamed as she jerked up and looked fanatically around. She slumped down. "Just ... just a dream." She muttered for herself.

Harold nodded. "As you wish M'lady. Though, I'm sure M'lord would not take offense to any question you might ask." He said as he left, closing the door behind him. Heading back down the stairs to locate one of the maids to send on his errand, he passed the front door where Kyle was still sitting. He simply passed by silently, leaving the brooding vampire to his thoughts. Kyle himself had moved from silence to muttering. Running his hand through his hair, he tensed it into a fist, gripping his mussy hair tightly. His muttering was mostly just the same thing over and over, something along the lines of 'keep it closed' and 'don't listen in' which he switched between periodically. He chanted these phrases over and over in an attempt to keep himself in control, though he could feel himself slipping a bit here and there.

As he sat, thinking things over his anger slowly shifted targets from Marie to himself. Kyle ended up obsessing over every little thing he might have done to upset Helena, maybe if he'd teased her less, maybe if they'd talked more, and this slowly turned his anger more to a panic. He slid both his hands into his hair and balled them into fists, unable to think straight due to his repressed anger and refusal to release his power he worried over the fact that Helena said she'd hated him, and once again, he couldn't see any real sign she didn't. After all, maybe her worry before was simply spur of the moment, an instance of sympathy for someone in a dangerous place.

Wrapped up in these thoughts, and others, time passed. Kyle was knocked out of his stupor at the sound of Helena screaming. He was up and running to the room almost before she stopped, at which point he banged, a bit more loudly then he meant to, on the door. "Helena? Are you alright?" His tone rather desperate and worried, his hand went to the door knob and turned, at which point the door swung open. He looked surprised, like he hadn't actually expected the door to open. His eyes were wide, and he had a rather pained look. His thoughts earlier about what Helena probably thought of him had effected him quite a bit, and returned to his mind at this moment. He looked down, almost hopelessly. "I- I didn't mean to- the door was open." Kyle looked away, once again a pained look spreading across his face. "You- probably don't want me here. I'm sorry. I- I'll go." He turned to leave, and for a moment it looked like he might cry.

Helena yelped as the loud banging started, her first instinct was to cover herself, eventhough, she was still wearing a notmal dress. She was about to tell whoever outside to come in, but then she heard Kyle's voice an froze. She then was about to say she was fine, but then the door opened and Kyle came in. He didn't look so well. In fact, he looked really bad. She had never seen this many emotions run over his face.

"I had a nightmare." She said, as Kyle was about to leave. "About my vision." She half hoped he would stay, and half he wouldn't. "As I said this morning, I have such nightmares often after my visions." She looked over at him. "Do you have nightmares?" She asked. Kyle hadn't spoken much of himself. She was always curious, but she didn't want to seem too interested in him to actually ask him anything. She didn't want him to think she wanted to get to know him, after all.

For a moment Kyle was torn. Generally when he was like this, he would try and do his best to stay away from people, but she was talking to him, and he wanted to listen. He stopped in the doorway, trying to get a hold of himself, even a little bit. Truthfully, he'd let his power slip when he'd heard Helena scream, and was now trying to rein it back in. He'd mostly gotten it, at least where Helena was concerned. It took a bit of focus, since now that he'd let it go it was hard to pull it back. He turned to look at Helena when she asked him if he ever had nightmares. He glanced at the floor and shakily leaned against the door frame, sliding onto the floor to sit. He awkwardly pushed back his hair, some strands sliding between his unsteady fingers.

"I- um- I'm not sure I've ever even had dreams. I- I can only control my power when I'm awake, so when I sleep it's going full blast." Kyle started, stuttering a bit here and there, it was obvious that his emotions were rather unstable from the fact he was having trouble talking. "When I sleep I just get random information, words, stuff-" He seems lost for what the proper words would be, but continues after a second of looking frustrated. "Anyway, things that I can't understand, mish mashes of stuff just in my head. The less people around the more muted it is, but even when I'm alone I still hear whispers in my mind. Not that I can ever understand any of it. It's all too confusing." He waves his hand dismissively, as though pushing away that chain of thought. "So I can't really understand what you mean by nightmares, well, I understand, but I've never had something like that, so I can't really..." Kyle drifts off, and then just stops. "Yah."

Helena looked down and sighed. "I see." She said. She felt a little uncomfortable that Kyle read her mind in his sleep, but he did say he didn't understand any of it, so she didn't mind it too much. It wasn't his fault. "I ... " she could see he was conflicted and he had problems. "Look, I don't want to be on a bad food with you, okay?" She said and sighed.

"I just ... I don't hate you, okay?" She said and looked at him. "I was just mad and I said something I shouldn't have said." She shrugged and looked away. "I just ... You sounded angry at me." She looked away and down.

Kyle, who's head was leaned back against the door frame, nodded. Currently he was still focusing on keeping his powers in check, so that was the main thing in his head. Part of the reason he'd had so much trouble speaking earlier, other then the panic he was fighting which made him want to ensure he didn't do anything to anger his wife-to-be more, was because of the amount of focus keeping from reading Helena's mind was requiring. This was pretty much the first time he'd ever had this problem, since normally he didn't care if he read someone's mind.

When Helena began speaking again Kyle perked up almost immediately, leaning forward and quickly beginning to speak once Helena had finished. "Really? I'm not mad at you," He said, looking almost desperate, "I was mad at Marie. I'm sorry I acted like that, I was just having trouble holding back, you know once I let it out. I might have overrated a little though." At this point, Kyle started to mumble, almost to himself. "I was just so annoyed over what happened, I was finally managing to get along with you and then she had to go and do that." He grumbled a bit. Sighing and leaning back, rubbing his temples. Holding his powers in was starting to give him a headache, and his unstable emotions were only making it worse. These ups and downs weren't good for him at all.

Helena looked at him as he spoke to her. She leaned a little closer to also get the mumbling, since it sounded important, somehow and she kind of wanted to hear everything, since Kyle was slowly starting to talk a little about his own emotions. "I ... " she stared at him. "You really are an old man." She stated.

She lay down on the bed, on her stomach. "Ar you alright?" She asked and looked slightly worried at him. She didn't want to show it, but it was hard not to be worried. Kyle seemed ... Unstable. His normal calm self was more or less gone. He seemed stressed out. "I ... I could play some music?" She offered, not sure what else to offer for him.

Kyle would have chuckled at Helena's comment, but honestly the whole head pain added with his intense concentration left that mild amusement more of a thought then an action. When Helena asked if he was alright he nodded, waving the question off. "Yes yes," He started, Helena sounded worried, and he wanted to assuage her worry. Then again, he also didn't really have a grasp of his actual mental state, what with how emotional he was.

When she suggested playing some music, he nodded again, smiling a bit. "That does sound nice. Might help the head ache." He nodded some more. "You're music is quite nice." He said before suddenly sighing. Once again, he started speaking to himself, it was likely he wasn't even realizing he was doing this. "I'm not used to this kind of thing, normally when I get upset or something I can just release my powers and relax, go off by myself, but holding it back is making it hard to stop these feelings. Or the pain." He cursed a bit, rubbing his head again.

Helena was on her way to find her violin when she heard his muttering and froze. She looked up at Kyle, and then looked nervously around. It was his powers that caused the headache? She knew it was due to her he was suppressing the powers he possessed .. And she was grateful for that, but she didn't like it if his head hurt.

She bit her lower lip. She half thought she would tell him to just let him powers go. She was scared, though, and she really didn't want Kyle in her head right now, when there was too many things going on, and it was kind of weird the last time he had been in there. "Um ... Well, are you ... I mean, nothing!" She said and looked down at her violin. She felt bad about not allowing Kyle to just get a few hours where Kyle could just let his power free. She should be able to handle a few hours without thinking about Kyle, right? And it wasn't like he would focus on her thought. There would be like thirty other people to read.

But in the end she decided against her first choice. "Kyle ... If you usually let your powers go ... How long would it normally take before it calms down?" She asked as she got ready to play on her violin. She started playing something, though she was ready to hear what Kyle had to say.

Kyle opened one of his eyes a bit when Helena began talking, but when she didn't actually ask him something he closed it again. He seemed to be rather exhausted at this point, as the emotional ups and downs he had been experiencing had finally ended. It was mostly just his inability to relax that was stopping them from actually leaving his system. After another few moments, Helena began speaking again. She seemed unsure what what she was saying, but she actually asked him something this time. A good question, so he thought for a moment. "Well, it normally takes a couple hours, maybe more? I'm not to sure, but I'm sure I could wrap it up in about half a hour, at least where my power is concerned. Need at least an hour to dull the pain though. Maybe more."

He cringed a bit, rubbing the side of his head with his palm. "I feel like I'm back at my first party, only without the puking..." Kyle mumbled to himself, laying his head on his knees after pulling them up to his chest. The music was nice though, not to harsh. Very soft. "Good song." He mumbled again. "You should play more, you're very good." Kyle leaned back against the door frame again, hand running through his hair before bawling into a fist. At this point it almost sounded like he was talking to distract himself, which he was. He just needed to keep a clamp on his mind, and think about other things. Honestly, even just hearing the thoughts of the servants in the house was almost making him slip, but if he tried to pull that back he'd likely lose all control from the pain it would inflict.