Helena nodded. She was glad the other wanted to stay the night. she hesitated only a little as the other placed her on the bed. She moved to make room for him, and bit her lip. Would he tease her, if she moved closer? She looked at the space next to her.

There was a lot of space. She looked up as to check it he was looking this way, and accidentally managed to time it with Kyle taking off his shirt. She turned beat red in her face, and looked away. "D-do you have to do that right there?" she asked and hid under the sheet. "People are trying to sleep here. Not get shocks."

Time skip:

At the end of the week there still hadn't been a report about the elimination of the hunters, though Kyle's family had found traces of the hunters. They had to have a secret base near the household. Helena was looking out the window of the carriage. They were heading for the main household.

Kyle would be presented as bait and then they'll get the hunters. She didn't like the idea of it one bit. She looked over at Kyle, who was sitting across from her. After the night where she had told him of her vision, she hadn't let him back into the room for sleep. She had found herself snuggling up against him again that morning, and in her embarrassment, had told him never to come back into the room.

Now, she was just too stubborn to take her word back. Besides, the purpose of the whole thing was to make sure that Kyle wouldn't be assassinated, and now they knew it wouldn't happen in their own house. She had no excuse to let him stay. And she didn't want him to think she needed him there. He already had too much ego and smugness. She didn't want to give him more ammonition on her.

As they arrive end Helena got out first and was about to head of the house, when two arms wrapped around her. "Watch out!" Was yelled from somewhere and she was pulled back just in time to avoid being trampled by a horse, pulling another carriage. She looked behind her and saw Harold. Then she looked at the newcomer, who exited. He came over in a hurry. "I apology, miss. My servant mustn't have seen you." She looked up. It was Kyle's brother.

Kyle actually laughed at her response, looking over in time to see her quickly bury herself under the sheet. Considering this was how he always changed, he hadn't even thought about it. Chuckling he partially buttoned up his shirt, paused, and then buttoned it up a bit more before heading over to the bed. "I suppose I'll have to stop then, can't keep you up with my rugged good looks after all." His tone light and joking, he smiled and headed over to the bed.

TIME SKIP

Kyle sighed lightly, heading to his families house was always a hassle, this time more so then usual. It made it worse that he knew at least some of the reasoning behind their plan. It seemed that times like these were the only ones where anyone acknowledged his power, though it seems it had been his brother's suggestion he be the bait. No one had argued of course, if their minds if he did die, they would simply blame it on his own weakness. Kyle sighed again.

Helena had kicked him out of the room that morning a week ago, though it might have been partially his fault. He'd awoken to her snuggled up against him once again, just as she began to wake up herself. In his half asleep state he'd asked if she was getting comfortable, something he would have thought better of had he actually been awake. While it had resulted in quite a cute blushing face, it had also gotten him a ban from the bedroom.

He sighed again, looking over at Helena, who sat next to Harold, and across from him. She'd chosen that seat herself, and it seemed like she'd been pouting at him for the last week. He had planned to take her shopping for nightgowns, or get some for her himself, but his ban from the bedroom had made that both a moot point and an awkward conversation to bring up, so he'd avoided it.

They'd finally arrived, which meant it would be time for him to meet up with his family to discuss the details of the plan in person. Sighing once more he stood up to retrieve their bags from over his head, leaving Harold to help Helena exit the carriage. As the two left, he pulled the bags down from the rack above the seats, preparing to exit the carriage himself when he caught an odd thought from his brother. Before he could think much of it he caught his brother's drivers panic and the man's panicked yell. Quickly turning around he saw the carriage rush past his own.

Harold's thoughts had told him that Helena was alright, but that did little to cool his anger at his brother's recklessness. He clenched his teeth, his fangs digging lightly into the flesh inside his mouth. Breathing deeply he exited the carriage just in time to see his brother exit and approach Helena and Harold. His teeth gritted against each other at his brother's thoughts, and he stepped forward, arriving right behind his brother as he finished speaking.

"Martin." Kyle's voice was cool, and the very air around them seemed to chill. Martin himself tensed, and turned to speak, but froze upon meeting his brother's eyes. Any hint of his calm or jovial nature was gone from his gaze, and what remained was enough to turn the blood cold, and freeze even the most hardened. The gaze of a vampire. "So I have you to thank for this wonderful greeting for my bride to be." His smile seemed to serve only to show his fangs, which glinted dangerously, a visual reminder of the veiled threat in his voice. He leaned forward, his eyes sending a shiver down the spine of all who caught his gaze. "Perhaps you should be more careful, brother. Someone could be hurt."

Harold's grip on Helena's shoulder's seemed to tighten slightly, his normally stoic face showing a hint of shock. To see his master act in such a way was a rare thing indeed, he could count on one hand the number of times he had witnessed it. But for the girl before him, the one whom his master had said he would never put on such a face before, this would be the first time she had ever seen him this way. His master's presence when in such a state was enough to shake even the oldest in his clan, which alone was enough to justify his high status, and why he was largely left alone.

Kyle stepped forward, past his brother, who tensed fearfully before turning back to yell at his driver, quickly regaining his attitude now that his brother's gaze was no longer fixed on him. Kyle glanced at Helena, attempting to smile, but it lacked the emotion he normally had behind it. In fact, it seemed to lack any emotion at all. His tone as lacking in emotion as the rest of his face, he spoke. "Well, shall we go?"

Helene was scared she was in shock. She looked at Martin as he spotted something. Her head turned and she tensed up immediately. Kyle was ... Kyle was scary.she wanted to back away. Her eyes went back to Martin. She didn't want to see this Kyle.

She didn't listen to their conversation. Her heart was beating too fast. "No, no ... Calm down." She whispered, only loud enough for Herald to hear. She clamped her hands together and wished hard and long for herself to calm. Being panicked led to... Led to ...

Her head snapped up as she heard Kyle talk to her. Her eyes panicked. "No, I ..." Her eyes turned black as she was gone. Her legs lost the strength and she fell down. Or maybe Haroldcought her again. Still, a vision fell over her. Vision summoned through panic was never good.

Smiling, walking over the courtyard. A kis, so gentle. A hand on her stomach. Laughter. Then a carriage, an accident. Or was it? Lots of healing, and scream. Blood, panic. Death.

Helena screamed. Her eyes darted around as her vision cleared. Then they landed on Martin. "You!" She growled. An Deep anger set in her. She ignored Kylewho must have been worried, from the wetness of her cheek she must have cried while the vision happened. She didn't care. Maybe she had even begged it to stop for anyone to help. She wasn't even sure where she was.

"Murderer! I'll kill you!" She screamed and lunged after Martin. Harold caught her in time,before she attacked. She didn't listen. Her rage deafening her. Martin said something and left. She fought against the arms. "Let me go! I need... I need to kill him... It's all his fault! He has to die. Please!" She slumbered and started crying at the time Marin had preached the mansion and headed inside.

Her head darted up. Kyle hated his brother, right. He had made that scary face. "Kyle..."she whimpered, her face covered in tears and a sadness so deep had come across her face. "He'll kill my baby." She said. "We have to ... We have to stop him!" She yelled the last part. Kyle had to understand. Whoever had restrained her, had let go, and her body moved over to Kyle. She didn't car she wasn't scared of him anymore. She wanted comfort. "Please?" She said and opened her arms, like a child asking to be carried. She was shaking a little, still scared of him, but she needed the comfort she'd had missed the last week, and Kyle would give it. Right?

Kyle's eyes seemed to show concern at Helena's panic, which quickly turned to panic of his own as her eyes turned black and she collapsed into Harold's arms. Harold had been forced to drop to one knee to properly catch her, due to how she had fallen, but he'd been prepared. Her reactions had told him something was wrong, and he was not one to miss such cue, something Kyle himself had been grateful for on many an occasion. "Helena!" Kyle dropped the bags in his hands, dropping to the ground himself to see if she was alright.

He was unable to do much however, as Helena had began crying and struggling to remove herself from Harold's grip, something he did not allow, but it left Kyle little room to do anything himself. Despite her cries for help, there was little he could do until it was over, something he had already learned from past experience. Suddenly Helena screamed, shooting up, her eyes clearing. She ignored both Kyle and Harold, eyes darting to and fro as though searching for something. Someone. Then her gaze landed on Martin, his brother.

When Helena screamed at him, lunging forward in what was quite obviously an attempt to attack him, Harold managed to hold her back, and Kyle was once again thankful for his perception. However, what Helena was screaming caused Kyle's blood to boil. Whatever she saw, it wasn't good. Martin held his hands up, a trade-mark smirk crossing his face. "I'll leave you to this then." He said before quickly leaving, though Kyle knew his quick exit was to avoid a confrontation, as he could act tough, but he couldn't follow through. While Martin's thoughts showed it had been his idea to have Kyle as bait, his desire to kill him was more a hopeful wish then a full blown plan.

Helena began yelling again as Martin turned to leave, though her words gave him no more information. Despite him calling her name, she didn't seem to be paying any attention to either him, or Harold. As Martin entered the mansion and left sight, Helena collapsed into Harold's grip, sobbing heavily. Kyle had to admit his panic was beginning to overwhelm his anger at his brother. He leaned forward, touching Helena's face lightly, saying her name again and hoping maybe this time she'd hear him.

Her head suddenly darted up, causing him to jump a bit himself in surprise. She seemed to be staring at him rather intensely, and for a moment he regretted that he could not see what she was thinking. Suddenly her face fell again, her eyes begging, and she called his name. The sadness in her eyes broke his heart to look upon. "What? What is it?" His voice showed his concern, and his face showed his feelings toward her current state. His brother had all but left his mind, leaving only his worry for his fiance.

Helena's next words however, brought his brother back to the forefront of his mind, and for a moment that cold, silent anger returned. Helena yelled what was almost his own thoughts echoed back at him, and he turned back to her, his eyes softening. She was so desperate, and so scared. Kyle realized that some of the fear was of him, and he regretted showing her that side of himself, something he promised he would never do. He nodded to Harold, who released his grip on Helena, allowing her to move on her own. She moved toward Kyle, something which surprised him a bit.

She obviously wanted him to comfort her, despite her fear of him, which still caused her to shake like a leaf. Her please seemed to be for both his comfort and for him to follow through with her previous request, both things he would do willingly. She reached forward for him, and Kyle opened his own arms, pulling her into his embrace, holding her rather gently. "Of course, of course I will." His tone started soft, but something portrayed a more harsh feeling. Kyle was responding to both her desire for comfort and her request to stop his brother. How to do the latter, he had yet to figure out.

Gently stroking Helena's head, he held her. "It'll be alright, I promise." He said softly, before scooping her up in his arms, still holding her close. This wasn't the best place for them to be, out in the open like this. Kyle headed into the house, Harold picking up the bags he had dropped and following. He already knew what room he and Helena were supposed to use, so he headed up the stairs in that direction. His grip was gentle, and he moved slowly to avoid jostling the girl in his arms. Luckily, or perhaps more to their nature, his family had chosen not to wait for him at the door, which meant the journey up to their temporary room was devoid of his relatives. That was the last thing he needed after all that had just happened.

Harold opened the door for them, leaving the bags inside the room before excusing himself. Kyle nodded in thanks, entering the room himself and allowing Harold the close the door behind him. Looking at the bed, he decided against it and headed for a chair by the fire. This was one of the larger guest rooms, which he had rather heavily suggested for that purpose, so he wouldn't have to sleep in the bed if she hadn't wanted him to. Settling himself into a chair by the fire, he shifted his grip on Helena to allow her to move herself into a more comfortable position. For now, he pushed his brother from his mind, she was the one who needed his attention the most.

Helena buried her face in Kyle's neck. She didn't want to see those cold eyes look at her. The look Kyle had given her, was making her blood cold, and her body trembled with fear. For Kyle. She looked behind them as they walked. The rooms they passed. There .... there was something wrong as they entered the room. She looked around, just a little. Not moving her head, just darted her eyes around. It was something she could mention later. "I don't like it when you are scary." She whispered. She moved to look at him, settling herself in his lap.

He still looked very scary. A little like after they had gone shopping for clothes and he had been angry. This was worse, though. "I was pregnant. He ... the carriage hit me. He allowed it. Or something. I ... I'm not sure. Could have been an accident. I ... the shock and the hit ... " she looks at him. "Please don't be scary. I can't ... I can't do this alone." Her lips was trembling and she wanted nothing more than to dart away from the coldness that was Kyle's eyes. She wanted to yell at him. Why was he still scary? Had she done somethin that would cause a reason for him to act this way?

"I'm sorry, please don't be scary." She whispered. She trembled harder, as she moved in, no longer able to look at him. She hugged him, for the warmth. This close she could pretend he was normal. "I want Kyle back. My Kyle." She mummered against his neck. Her vision. It changed everything. There had never been anything wrong with her. It was Martin. It had always been him. She wanted him dead. She wanted to kill him. What scared her most was that now Martin knew that fear caused visions to happen. Was that why she had been hit? Was Martin teying to see if he could get a vision out of her?

((AUGH SHE'S SO CUTE IT'S KILLING ME! ))

Helena seemed to be looking around at something, but that could just be the strange room. Perhaps it wasn't to her liking? It was a bit large, compared to their room at home. When she spoke, it hit him like a jolt. Scary, that's what he was. He cursed himself, though not out loud, and tried to smile, though it didn't really show through. "I'm sorry Helena." He said quietly, his tone still strangely flat. He was still struggling a bit with pulling his anger in, his damn brother. Now that odd thought Martin had had as the carriage almost ran over Helena had made sense. He'd done it on purpose to test her powers. Where did he hear it from though? That's what he'd have to find out.

When Helena spoke again, Kyle felt his grip tighten. It was good his hand was on the arm of the couch and not the small, shivering girl in his lap, or he might have hurt her. As she spoke, he felt his anger building up even more, knowing this was something his brother would do intentionally. He would have said so to Helena, but it was taking all his willpower not to simply go and murder his brother in cold-blood, though considering he almost ran over his wife-to-be with a carriage it wouldn't be entirely cold-blooded. His unborn child! Helena asked again, trembling, for him to stop being scary. She needed him, she needed him so much she was even asking for it!

The side of the armchair made a snapping sound, as though Kyle had snapped the wooden support inside. Helena whispered an apology, and another request, and he felt so angry at himself, for being angry, for not being able to stop being angry. He clenched his teeth, his fangs digging into his lips, his red eyes glinting much too brightly for the light of the room. When she hugged him, despite her shivering, despite her fear, when she whispered that she wanted him back, the Kyle that she knew, for a moment he thought he was going to cry. Helena, his sweet Helena. She didn't deserve something like this.

His arms wrapped around her tightly, one arm wrapped around her middle, and the other lacing up through her hair. He'd never held her this tight before, this close. Other then when he'd accidentally grabbed her in his sleep, and even then, there had been a certain distance. His anger welled in his eyes, liquid building up dangerously high, threatening to start to fall. "Helena." Kyle's voice came out a whisper. "Helena." His spoke her name again, almost desperately. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, I promise." Kyle's voice broke a few times, his arms holding her a bit to tight. He seemed to stumble, as though unsure of what to say, or perhaps unable to find the right words. "I'm sorry Helena. I'm so sorry..." His second apology barely seemed to slip out. He wanted to promise her he'd go back to being the Kyle she knew, that he'd protect her, that nothing would happen, but his words failed him, his feelings falling from his eyes in hot, wet tears.

Helena tensed up as he said her name. Was he mad? She felt the arms tighten around her hugging her closer. He had said sorry before. It had sounded so weird. Her Kyle would have smirked at her calling him scary and maybe even made ghost noises. Ruffled her hair if they had had a good week. Stand there and smile at her, if it had been a bad one. At least she would have thought that much. She looked up a bit as he whispered her name again. This time it had sounded so broken. He was still angry.

She swallowed and licked her dry lips. "Kyle?" She asked and put a hand on his cheek. He wasn't too scary right now. He... her eyes widened as she saw the tears. Kyle was crying? No, no, no. Kyle couldn't cry. He was suppose to smile and say everything would be fine. He wasn't suppose to cry. She wiped away a tear on his cheek. Tried to remember what her brother did to hear whenever she felt bad about somehing. "Kyle, you were suppose to be ... this is not .... I don't." She didn't know what to do.

She hugged him. She wrapped her arms around him. Just hold him tight. He needed this. She needed this. They'd just stay like this, and hope Kyle's possessive mother would leave them alone. Helena was slowly relaxing. "Don't apologise, idiot." She mummered. Trying to make it sound like their usual good banter. The teaaing one were they are joking and teasing to one another. She failed, but not by too much. It was still kind of there. Hidden in the fear. "it's okay. It'll be fine." She said. "You said you weren't mad at me." She said. She hugged him. "Just ... I want to stay like this." She was blushing. She had to be. Even as scared as she was, she could still he embarrassed.

"I want..." She bit her lip. Kyle didn't ... she shook her head. This Kyle would go right ahead and kill his brother, if she asked him. His head was still boiling with anger, but would her family not be mad at him for ding so? Also. The last time she had seen him cry or show strong emotions. "Are .... are your telepathy okay?" It had gotten pretty messed up last time. At least her vision only went haywire when she was in panic.

Helena's stuttering and broken sentences were quickly followed by her own embrace, and she slowly relaxed. Her presence and closeness helped immensely, though he was unable to relax his own grip, as he could feel his hold over his power straining. He'd had to pull it back so much he wasn't actually listening much to anything, for fear a small slip would cause him to lose all hold on it.

Helena spoke again, and Kyle chuckled a bit, which sounded a bit choked behind his sob. Her voice contained a hint of their usual banter, but it also contained her fear. One which he obviously shared. As Helena tried to comfort him he couldn't help but smile, once again, things had gotten a bit reversed. He held her a bit tighter to return her grip, but quickly released back to his previously tense hold on her, for fear of holding her a bit to tight. "Sorry for being an idiot." He tried to use his own joking tone, and though his voice broke again, he managed, at least a bit. He felt Helena's face heat up, which was quickly explained by her next comment.

Kyle felt the urge to hold her even tighter, sweet Helena, but he resisted. His slightly red ears showed the bit of embarrassment that managed to ring through his anger and sadness, after all, even in a situation like this he could feel embarrassed over his uncontrolled thoughts. He could tell he was already holding her tighter then he should, and though he realized he should release some of his grip on her he couldn't get his arms to listen. Holding himself back mentally seemed to be taking all of his willpower, adding the physical to that... he was lucky he hadn't done more then snap the armrest.

Helena spoke again, though she quickly stopped. He waited to see if she'd say more, trying to hold back his interest to avoid an accidental slip of his powers. When she asked about that very thing, he paused for a moment. "I- It's fine. I'm holding it back, all of it back, but I think, I think I can keep it in." His speech seemed mildly halted, but he tried to smile at her. The anger still burned behind his eyes, but it had slipped away from the forefront. Now, he just seemed to be struggling, though his tears appeared to be slowing. He sighed, snuggling his head into Helena's shoulder, chuckling a bit brokenly as the knot in his throat tried to stop that sound.

"I supposed I haven't been showing you my good side, have I? So-" Kyle paused. "Thanks." He seemed to be trying to joke, though he was a bit serious, he had started to apologize, but quickly stopped himself. His voice was rather quiet at the end, and his tone had changed from joking, teasing, to rather sincere. Suddenly his hands tightened a bit, and he seemed to tense up. He mumbled something under his breath. "I swear if he opens that door I'll-" before his words seemed to simply fade into breathing. Martin's voice echoed from the other side of the door, along with a few knocks. "Brother? Are you there?" His naturally mocking tone made even such a simple question cocky.

((I'll leave whether he comes in to you, I'm open for either. :D))

Helena could really feel how young she was compared to Kyle. There seemed to be such a history hidden behind every thing Kyle did. He was usually in such control. She smiled a little at him apologising for being an idiot. "As long as your- " she stopped. "... you understand it'll be fine." She said in the end. It had been close. The conversation was almost like home. She smiled a little this was going to be okay. She'd get her Kyle back.

She rested her head on Kyle's shoulder as he explained how his powers was held at bay. She looked at him for a bit, tdying to understsnd, but soon Kyle hid his face against he neck, making a small gasp escape her. She had on expected this from the other. "Kyle?" She whispered and swallowed. This was just .... she had never had another being this close to her. It was intimate and a bit embarrassing. She licked her lips. Being scared of Kyle flowing quite fast away.

She was about to ask if he was okay with hiding and surpressing his powers. Then she heard him mutter for himself. She looked at the door as there was a knock. She tensed as Martin talked from the other side. She tensed up. "I dont want him here." She whispered. She buried her face in his neck and made herself as small as possible. "I want him dead." Again a whisper only Kyle would hear. She heard the door open. Martin entered. She heard him stop rather fast, though. Maybe the sight of the two of them together in a chair put him off? A small idea formed in her head.

She leaned closer to Kyle. This time it was more seductive. "Make the intruder go away." She purred. She was sure Kyle did not want Martin to know that this was an embrace of comfort. So, she made it of sex. She didn't want Martin to see Kyle in this broken state. She didn't want him to know how much the vision had effected her. She didnt want him to win. "Kyle, make him leave." She had been told she could look quite elegant if she wanted to even though she was small.