Ah such thoughts that drifted indeed, as Jadden tried to recall ever so.. Perhaps she may recall, hmm? Mayhaps indeed, she very well may. But for the sake of argument, let us take a look back, and see what happened from another perspective, shall we?

Why, yes..

Let's shall...


"No , you'll never be alone..
When darkness comes,
you know I won't be far..
Hear my whispers in the dark."



"So she is busied, Helen?"

"Yes, she is! We tried to break her from her work, we did, and she just won't answer!"

"Fine.. If she will not come to me, then I shall go to her--again."

That said, Helen was pushed aside rather abruptly.. Not to harm her, mind you. But more like a 'back the f*ck off, or I will harm you, badly' kind of way.

So to the caverns it was for Raven.. The ebonsteele mail shirt offering a soft sound as it shifted with each determined step. A gloved hand lifted, making sure to sweep anyone, or thing from his path, as he did so.

No words were said, and at this point, they would have been useless anyhow. His eyes spoke volumes, coupled with the severely vexed expression he wore, as he descended more so. Helen of course was right behind him, keeping a bit of a distance, while protesting rather intently.

And those protests were duly noted, and soundly ignored.

A turn here, and a dip there.. A pause, as he looked back and forth a moment.. A hallway picked, and what do you know-- at the end of said hallway, was a closed door. He paused a moment, listening carefully.. All he had heard was Helen.

That was rectified, as the gloved hand reached towards the servant causing her to back up quickly, nearly falling on her own @ss in the process.

A cant of head, as he eyed the door once more, listening intently.

"How long?"

"Pardon Lord Bri-- Raven?"

"Helen, how long were you going to lie to me?"

"I---"

"Helen, you honor her.. But you also insult me. Do not do so again, hmm? Now open this door, before I do."

Jumping, the servant complied and Raven made his way inside. "Close the door, and wait for me. I will do what I can, for her."

The door closed behind him, as he stood there for a moment, looking upon her.

Seated was she, upon her throne.. Still as any statue, and equally a pure work of art.. The breathing felt, even from his distance. A cant of head took hold, as he moved towards her more so, blue eyes taking in the sight before him, as memories began to come forth, bit by bit.

?If you struggle more so, I will kill you and then kill anything and everything you hold dear, and then I will more so, kill anything they held dear, as well.. Do you hear me??

?Oh no, you do not get off that easily! I have plenty in store for you!?

That gloved hand reached out, as a pair of fingers caressed that cheek of hers.. The coolness, felt through the leather as a brow somewhat raised..

"Oh Jadden, dear.. What did you ever do?"

?Now we have a game? Now we have a game? And let's see what they will do, with this new addition to my collection..?

?Yes, my dear.. You will be their plague. You will do exactly, as you said. You will hinder and help, I assure you. You will such? Wondrous things, and you will be remembered forever more. They will fear you, you know..

They will cry out such questions, and want oh so many answers. They will cling to that broken semblance of a past they want so desperately to hold on to, regarding you. They will use anything and everything to try and tug you from this path.. To sway you from this--- purpose, of yours.?

Ah such recollections indeed.. Amazing how the small things always find that one moment from to mind, in the most memorable of ways.

A knee was taken before her, as her hand was taken gently into his own. Eyes of blue lifted to gaze upon Jadden once more, as Raven softly began to speak..

Such hushed tones, in a language it seemed had only been made for the pair of them, seemingly.

A kiss of that hand of hers, as his other hand gently offered a pat or two. He then rose to his feet, backing away a bit and then he turned for the door. Steps were then taken, towards said door.

"Isn't it going to fun though? I can't think of any better way to spend a quiet in the illustrious West End, that to mutter to one's self and look a tad worrisome, how bout you?"

"Brian!? What are you doing out here, and how do you propose to improve my state?"

"So where are we headed, 'Sweet Child o' mine, hmmm?' "

"Honey, I ain't sweet. Bar hopping sounds grand, an I'm not much of a reader, know any good joints?"

The flash of memory, causing him to pause.. Nearly did he stumble, as he glanced about the room, as if expected to see something--or someone. Yet, no one was there, save Jadden.. A somewhat growl took form, as eyes of blue narrowed. Turning for the door once more as a hand went to open it.

"Bob did something to me... I'm weak-- haven't fed.."

"We can fix that you know, it'll be alright--I promise."

"What!? No I can't! Not you, Brian! You don't kno--"

"Ya don't have much of a choice do ya?"

Another pause, as he looked around the room, yet again. The vexed expression back more so, "Stay where you are-- dead and gone.. With the memories. She's mine now.. And so are you."

Strange how memories can run.. Like a two way street some might say.

The door was opened, as he moved from the room. "Helen, she will wake soon. Tell her I was here, and to find me.. She knows how."

Before Helen could reply, he was simply--gone.