Helena looked around in the store for a bit while Kyle bought her things. Then another lady came in. The sound of the door open immediately caught her attention and she went back to Kyle, walking. She refrained herself for acting like a child and hide behind Kyle. She already felt too much like she was looking like his little sister.

What she didn't expect was the lady beginning to talk to Kyle. "Well, Kyle, what a pleasant surprise." She said in a sugar sweet tone. Clearly trying to flirt with him. She was slightly taller than Helena, actually in the middle of the height difference between her and Kyle. She hated it. The woman came over and smiled at Kyle.

"And dressed so nicely, oh, there must be a special occasion. Should I be jealous?" Helena held in a hiss. Instead she looked at Kyle. "Kyle?" She said in a tone that she knew would get his attention immediately. "Something you want to tell me?" She asked. This was probably one of those people her father had been talking about. He had said Kyle had been popular with the ladies before she had been part of his life. Not that he had ever been in a relationship as far as her family had heard, but there was a lot of people who wanted to try charming a rich kid.

That was the very reason she had been told to marry into this family anyway. Her family wanted toe fame, glory and money that the title noble gave them.

((Put me on the spot why don't you. This took me a while to decide, but it was fun. Feel free to have Anette jump in, though I can't wait to see Helena's response! Tried to leave room for her to do something without resolving the situation.))

While Kyle had noticed the woman walking into the store, he hadn't thought much of it. He had more been paying attention to the fact that his conclusion Helena was uncomfortable around people was true as she approached him when this new person entered the building. It was when the woman started talking that he knew who it was, and felt a sinking feeling in his chest. It had to be today of all days. Normally he would have played the dense researcher, joking along until he found a way out of it, but that didn't seem appropriate at the time. Mostly because joking along with another woman when he was engaged, even just to get out of the situation, didn't seem right to him. Not that most nobles cared, it wasn't uncommon to see them flirting here and there, even in front of those they had married but he had decided long long ago to never do that sort of thing. Honestly, the fact he hadn't been to town often during the last year had just meant he had been able to avoid figuring out how to handle this when the time came.

When the woman, who's name he couldn't remember off the top of his head, Marie or something, spoke to him he was too busy trying to figure out the appropriate way to respond so he didn't actually answer. When the woman spoke again, Marie was definitely her name now that he thought about it, Kyle was still trying to figure out the best way to respond. It was only another woman trying to get married to a rich noble, which was something he really wasn't interested in, thus the act he normally pulled. No need to be rude, at least when he was still single. Maybe now was the time to be rude, what with being engaged and all. It wasn't until Helena actually spoke up that Kyle realized he should say something, fast. He couldn't tell if she was misunderstanding something about the lack of relationship between him and this woman, but the tone in her voice definitely said it wanted his attention. He'd been working very hard to better they're relationship and the last thing he needed was something like this destroying all his hard work. "Look I-"

However, after he'd turned to Helena to speak, Marie had started up again. "Oh, and what do you want to tell her?" Marie asked, beginning to wrap her arm around his, at which point he tried to step back but realized he was up against the counter with Helena on his other side, making it impossible for him to move away. However, he was able to simply move his arm behind him to avoid her wrapping herself around it. "It is sweet of you though, buying clothes for the little girl." She emphasized, smiling at Helena, a smile that was all malice. Kyle was going to say something, after all, it was obvious she was trying to be rude and that was uncalled for, but Marie leaned up against his shoulder, which he once again couldn't avoid due to his back being against the counter. "Marie please remove yourself from me." Kyle said quickly, obviously not comfortable with this situation at all, but unable to really remove himself from it. "Why? Don't want the girl to get the right idea?" She crooned, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. "No, there is no 'right idea' here. We don't have anything going on between us." Kyle said, though the second part was obviously to Helena as he actually turned to look at her, his eyes pleading that she not misunderstand this. "The two of us are engaged." He stated, placing his hand on Helena's shoulder to show who he was speaking about, his tone saying that that fact in and of itself should prove his previous ones. He attempted to move himself away from Marie. Marie just looked at him. "So?" She said, not moving from her position leaning on him in the slightest, and her tone showing she thought that didn't matter in the slightest.

Helena was really starting to hate this woman. She glared at her, even though she never looked at her. She felt Kyle's hand on her shoulder. She wanted to believe him. This woman wasn't anything to him, right? Had she been given to a playboy? She took a step away from the whole thing, moving just enough to get out of Kyle's half embrace. She looked over at Anette. She felt completely uncomfortable seeing her fiancee talking to a woman, who obviously wanted him. She never ... well, she certainly hadn't been wanting Kyle to this extend, but she felt the need to protect what was hers.

"So," she started and reached over and took Kyle's hand and pulled him over to her, and far enough so the woman couldn't lean, "since we are done here, we will be leaving." The woman seemed annoyed, good. "Oh, that is too bad. I guess I will just take this as comfort." Then she leaned in and made a quick peck on Kyle's lips. Helena stared for a bit, frozen in her spot, and then she stormed off. She tried keeping jer speed human, but it was getting more difficult the further she got away. She would end up getting lost. She knew that she didn't care. She wanted to get away from this. Just away. Before she realised she was in a forrest clearing. Where was the people. She turned around. She could see the road, which probably lead to the city.

((Oh this is much much better then I expected. Time to turn up the heat. It's almost too bad she misses it. ))

Kyle hoped that Helena's pulling away was from her dislike of the situation and not a sign she believed Marie over him. When she grabbed his hand and pulled him away he happily obliged, giving no resistance. This seemed like a good sign, she seemed more annoyed at the woman then him. He looked down at Helena when she began speaking, nodding in agreement. He would be happy to get out of here, and didn't really listen much to what Marie said. "Yes, so we'll be-" Kyle began, looking back up to see where the bag of clothes had been set. However, instead Marie kissed him right on the lips, and since he hadn't been looking at her until just then he didn't have the opportunity to move. Kyle was a bit shocked, as this was the last thing he had been expecting and it had happened rather suddenly. However, he was quickly knocked from that shock when Helena practically ran from the shop.

Kyle stood for a moment, watching her leave. Marie, who had also watched Helena run out, began to speak, "Well, now that the nuisance is gone, we-" She stopped when she turned back to Kyle, as he was now looking right at her. Normally Kyle was only intimidating due to his height and noble title, but now he almost seemed to radiate anger. His red eyes eyes stood out more then ever. Marie actually whimpered in fear when she caught his gaze, and Anette, who had been about to speak, froze. Kyle took a step forward, and Marie quickly stepped back. However, the counter that had previously trapped Kyle now trapped her, and she tried to shrink away. He stared down at her with an almost murderous gaze. "Marie," Kyle began, slowly baring his fangs and reaching up to close his hand lightly but threateningly around her neck, "if you ever so much as think about pulling a stunt like that again, I will rend you limb. From. Limb." He spoke slowly, but the growl in his voice said all it needed to about how serious he was, and the fact his vampiric strength would actually allow such an act only made the threat all the more terrifying.

"Anette." Kyle said, his hand still threateningly held up against Marie's neck. Anette jumped, "Yes?" She asked, trying to smile but looking obviously uncomfortable. Kyle turned to her and smiled, though that almost made it worse, "It was lovely to see you, but I need to chase after my fiance. Could you hand me the bag?" He asked, holding out the hand he wasn't using to threaten Marie. She nodded and held it forward, and he took it, removing his other hand from Marie's throat and heading for the door. "It was lovely to see you, I'm sure we'll stop by again." He added as he headed to the door, Anette simply nodded, though he wasn't actually looking. Both woman were to shocked to speak. Not only was such a violent outburst completely out of character for him, it was extreme even by those standards.

Kyle headed out of town in the direction Helena had left. He knew which way she had headed because he had seen the way she'd gone, but he could also sense her in the woods. It seems she'd wondered off the main road, and headed down one of the side paths. He headed in that direction, taking his time but moving at a decent pace. Kyle didn't want her to get lost or hurt, but he also needed time to calm down. He was still oozing bloodlust, and considering how he was also angry at himself for not paying attention it wasn't likely to go away soon. If he'd been using his power, this wouldn't have been a problem but he'd decided against it due to what had happened earlier in the day and he hadn't wanted to risk accidentally reading Helena's thoughts as well. Now that he was angry, he was quite sure he would lose control of it if he let it slip even a little, so he was continuing to hold it back. He approached Helena as she turned to look back at the road. "Helena," He smiled in an attempt to look less threatening, but the anger he had displaced earlier was still there, and it was almost palatable. "Let's head home." Kyle spoke flatly, and didn't leave much room for argument in his gaze.

Helena looked up as she heard her name being said. She turned to see Kyle there. She bit her lower lip and looked towards the woods. Then back at Kyle. He was scaring her. He looked angry and she was pretty sure his "request" had been more like an order. Still he didn't need to use that tone to her. She wasn't the one that had done anything wrong. She glared at him. "Is that a order, my lord?" She said with as much venom she could muster.

"I hate that place." She said, acting like the kid she actually was. And she was young. Far younger than Kyle. "I hate that place. I hate the servants fool wing me, I hate your parents telling me I'm garbage, I hate my parents for treating me as a trinket, and I hate you." She pointed at him. She knew she had to go home. Her decorated jail.

"You have no right talking to me like that." She said and walked over to him, even though that made the height difference all the more noticeable. She walked passed him and headed for their "home".

Kyle's mood was such that he almost couldn't help but chuckle a bit when Helena responded to his suggestion. She was just so sweet that her attempt at venom was mostly endearing. He really had to resist the urge to do something, to tease her, maybe show her what real venom looked like. Kyle knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he spoke, so he simply decided to stay quiet. No need to scare her any more then he already had. Besides, why subject her to what a vampire really intimidating someone looked like if she hadn't experienced it already? Maybe keeping her out of that world for as long as possible was best. He hated the noble world, no need to bring more of it into his home, or his soon-to-be wife. Don't taint what is pure so to speak.

Plus, Helena's mood was such that anything he said would just set her off more. After all, she was upset, and essentially throwing a tantrum. Not to say it wasn't warranted, she did have a point. Kyle shouldn't have spoken to her like that. Honestly, that was the best he could do given his current state of mind, but he really shouldn't have. He was mostly trying to recover from that last bard she'd thrown his way. Hoping it was just part of her mood, that she really didn't hate him, but considering how she'd acted this last year it was still possible. It would be disappointing, he rather liked Helena. Probably quite a bit more then most people would expect. One day isn't enough to fix that much bad blood however. After all, he hadn't really done anything worth not being hated for. Well, that she knew of. Not like she knew he'd called the servants off, or purposefully declined several requests from both her family and his to visit them. Not that he would tell her. Kyle simply sat with his thoughts, attempting to banish the anger still boiling in his gut. After a while they reached the house, Kyle opening the door for Helena and stepping in after her.

Helena didn't speak to Kyle. What annoyed her was that Kyle ignored her. She would have thought he would have said something. The least he could have done was explaining himself, bit she didn't press the issue. He looked like he would get angry at her if she did anything. Shd looked away. She didn't care about this man. She never would.

She moved away from him and ad soon as they reached home she darted off to uer room and locked herself in there. She knew she had told him they should stay together in case the vision would come true, but right now she didn't care what happened.

Watching Helena bolt back to her room the second they entered the house was rather frustrating, but Kyle thought he held it in quite well. Up until the point he realized he was gripping the door so hard he had smashed the door handle. It could have been worse, replacing a whole door and replacing a door handle are two entirely different things, but the fact he had done it without even noticing wasn't very reassuring. Generally when he got angry or began to get overly emotional, he would simply remove himself from the situation. Read, relax. However, today had been different. Not only had he lost control, he'd gotten into not one, but two situations that angered him one after the other. This left him in an awkward position. He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to calm down with how wound up he was without being able to let loose, so to speak. That, however, would mean releasing his powers. Either that or breaking something, but he really wasn't sure that was the path he wanted to go down, despite how satisfying it seemed like it would be. He could just tell Helena, explain what was going on, but he wasn't really sure how to do that. You see, Kyle, despite all his effort to get her to open up, hadn't really opened up himself. It wasn't really something he did. When it came to the more personal things, he was a very keeping it to himself kind of person.

Kyle releases the door and leans up against it, dropping the bag of clothes next to him as he slides down onto the floor. He sighs, looking up into the house and closing his eyes before leaning his head back to rest it against the wood. His hands, now with nothing to do, tense into fists and begin to shake. He hears footsteps, but does not look up. He would like to follow Helena, maybe speak with her, but it's unlikely that conversation would go well. His mood is not in such a state to allow pleasant or even civil discussion. "M'lord." The butler, Harold, approaches, stopping a few feet in front of him. He pauses. "I take it you've had a tough day." Kyle opens his eyes slightly, looking up at his butler with a look that says he is stating the obvious. Harold picks up the bag from the floor and glances inside. "Shall I take this up to the lady then?" Kyle looks at him for another moment before laying his head on his knees and waving his hand toward the stairs in dismissal. He's to exhausted to care much what anyone does at the moment. Harold nods and heads toward the master bedroom. He climbs the stairs and approaching the door, knocking before speaking. "I have brought your new clothes M'lady." There is a pause, "Shall I hang them up for you?" An odd question, as the butler normally dictates such tasks to others, such as the maid. From his tone it does seem he has other reasons for asking, likely a desire to speak with Helena about something or other, or perhaps a desire to listen.

Helena hugged her legs as she sat in the middle of the bed in her room. She tensed as she heard the knock, half expecting it to be Kyle who'd come up to yell at her. She hesitated a little. She hadn't really spoken much to Harold, but in the end after looking at the door for a moment, as she slowly got off the bed and walked over to the door. She opened the door and looked up at Harold.

"I ... If you want to Harold." She said and let the older vampire inside. She looked at him and then hurried back onto her bed and sat there and sat there again. She hugged her legged again and then looked over at Harold.

She bit her lower lips. "Is ..." She started, but. Paused herself. What should she say? She wanted to... What? "Is he angry at me?" She asked in the end. She sounded a little sad. Kyle didn't seem happy about her. "It was his fault, though." She said and pouted and glared at the window. "He ... He ... She kissed him! And he just ... Stood there." She wanted to justify herself. "And, and, then, when I ran away, he just glares at me, like I'm the one who did something wrong, and orders me around." She hated it. "I thought..." She looked over at Harold.

"He should have been different." She said and hid her head.

Harold nodded and entered the room. He began removing the dresses from the bag and setting them out on top of the dresser, after that, he began to hang them up, one by one. He listened to Helena speak, patiently waiting for her to decide what it was she wanted to say before he himself said anything. Harold seemed to contemplate her statements for a moment before speaking. "Well," He began gently, "since you aren't convinced he's angry at you, did you try and think of another reason he might be angry?" Harold continued to straighten out the dress he was holding so he could hang it up. His words didn't seem forceful, he simply sounded like he was giving a suggestion. "After all, there must have been a reason you thought of him the way you did before this event." Once again, Harold's words were simply statements, not leaning either which way.

After a few moments Harold paused, and looked over at Helena. "If you so desire, I need to send one of the other servants into town to order a new door handle. I can have them ask about what happened in the shop after you left. After all, it might hold an answer to why M'lord returned to you the way he did." He hung up the dress he was holding before adding. "You visited Mrs. Anette's shop, am I correct? I don't believe there is another shop in town that sells this style of clothing." He straightened the dresses already in the closet before turning back into the room. All the dresses had been hung, so he simply waited for Helena's answer. His presence wasn't intrusive, and didn't make one feel rushed. Then again, his aged presence might have had something to do with it. That many years and you can master the art of silence.