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Who: Helen Magnus and Arthur Kirkland
What: A walk, followed by dinner.
When: After this.
Where: The Beach | Somewhere with food?
Warnings: None, as of yet.

Having slipped out of her shoes, Helen stood barefoot on the beach as she waited, musing over her reasons for being there. It was rare she allowed herself such freedom, but perhaps Arthur had been right. A few moments taken for herself wasn’t likely to result in the world collapsing, as much as it sometimes felt it might.

She still wasn’t certain why she had asked him here, why she had invited him for dinner afterward. Had she actually asked him on a date? The thought registered as absurd; she was reading too much into the offer. An offer she had made. Had she wanted it to mean more than it did?

Whatever her reasons, she couldn’t deny she was looking forward to the evening.

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"I'm afraid that I might count myself amongst them, but it certainly isn't wilful ignorance on my part."

He was interested, that much was clear, but there was always a certain level of understanding in things like this - even far away from it all, honouring confidentiality and a certain kind of secrecy was still needed. That in mind, he wasn't about to badger her for information. After all, he wouldn't like it if someone started bothering him for national secrets.

"Of course not."

She fell quiet again. While it wasn't often she shared her work without excellent reason, these were unique circumstances. And he was a unique individual. Making her decision, she tilted her head to watch him.

"I work with monsters, Mr. Kirkland, creatures many prefer to believe exist only in the realm of fiction. Some, of course, lead relatively normal lives with no one the wiser. But not everyone can hide their true nature, and few are accepting of such pronounced differences. More than that, they're afraid. There's little more dangerous than fear bred from uncertainty.

My network acts as a buffer between our world and theirs. Without it, they would destroy each other. We protect both sides by keeping them separate; they aren't yet ready to coexist."

".. That sounds a rather splendid idea."

Arthur was being quite serious. He pushed his hands into his pockets and looked ahead of them as he thought about what she'd said.

"I've spent much of my life seeing these monsters that you say you protect. There was a time when they were very much revered, but those years are long since past. It's such a pity that so much of humankind's first reaction to that which they don't understand is to destroy it."

There was a faint hint of sadness in his voice as he said that. He'd seen the attitude develop, over centuries, and it was more prevalent now than it had ever been.

"You do good work. It would be a pleasure to have an organisation like yours where I come from."

"Fear is a powerful motivator."

A brief smile lit her eyes at his comment. "I wish more leaders shared that belief. At best, we were often considered a nuisance."

"Ah, if I were a leader.. there were many things I would change."

His own smile was faded, slightly bitter. "I am not made to rule, Helen. Only to be ruled."

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"A incredible waste of intelligence."

She shifted her focus back to the space in front of her. "Unfortunately, even leaders have their limitations. Some things can only be changed with time."

"Aha.."

Arthur had never taken compliments easily, and he was rather glad she looked away as a bright blush flooded his cheeks when she spoke. He nodded, and cleared his throat.

"I think that we would be two people who would know that better than most.

She hummed her agreement. "I've certainly learned the value of patience."

Offering a small smile, she glanced back at him. "If you've anything more to ask me, now would be the time." She was in a rare mood to answer questions

"A valuable lesson indeed."

He paused to think, then. She was a very interesting woman, and he had always found humans interesting to begin with. There were questions, of course, and many of them, but some of them were hardly appropriate to be asking on a first date, even if he was terribly curious.

"I wonder if it might be too much to ask for you to tell me how you became so long-lived?"

"Ah." It was a soft sound, barely audible, and it took several steps for her to continue. "During my time at Oxford, I was a part of something. A group of students, bound together by a desire to push the boundaries of science. I knew of my father's work by then, and I was able to obtain a rare sample of blood. We were young, foolish, and we wanted to make our mark on the world. Even more, we wanted to see what we could become."

She shook her head, briefly squeezing her eyes shut. They couldn't have known the results of their experiment, but she sometimes wonders if they would have gone through with it if they had.

"We injected ourselves with a serum I devised from pure vampire blood. I don't believe we fully understood the consequences. The effects were different for each of us, and mine was perhaps the simplest." She stopped to look at him, then. "I won't live forever, Arthur, but I could have decades more, centuries even. That might be the most difficult knowledge to carry."

Arthur wouldn't have pressed her for an answer to that question, but the answer he did get surprised him more than any conclusions he might have come to himself. A small line creased between his eyebrows as he listened to her explain her experiments, and what they'd done to her, and when she stopped, he did too, hooking his thumbs over the top of his trousers.

"I have to say I'm rather curious as to where you managed to get vampire blood.."

He'd only ever met one vampire, and the man was another nation like himself. They were secretive creatures, from his experience.

"Now, where would a girl be without her secrets?" Her lips quirked in a half-smile as she tilted her head to the side.

"It wasn't easily acquired; my source was quite reluctant to part with it. By then, most of their population had been sterilized. They were all but wiped out. I believe they hoped our experiments might lead to a rebirth of their race."

He nodded. That sounded more like what he would have expected. Though her words brought a smile to his face he still looked deep in thought as he listened to her.

"I can't imagine that a revival of the vampire race would mean anything good," he said, frowning slightly.

She shook her head. "Certainly not. They were born to rule and would have done so at any cost."

He nodded in agreement to that, and gently took her arm to continue their walk down the beach. Mortals, usually, didn't interest him in this way but there was something rather special about this one.

"I only knew one vampire at home. A pleasant enough fellow. Rather fond of making jokes."

She couldn't help the small smile when he took her arm, easily settling into step with him. He reminded her a great deal of James. She had yet to decide how she felt about that.

"Mine is an insufferable flirt and in possession of quite the ego."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised by that."

He smiled in return, their pace rather slow now as they walked. The weather was fine, the view pleasant, and the company exquisite, so why should he feel the need to rush?

"I think it's something that comes to some with age."

She was in no particular hurry, quite enjoying her evening despite his questions. And she couldn't even say she was entirely reluctant to share her past with him.

"In Nikola's case, I believe it came shortly after our experiments."

"Nikola?"

He glanced over at her, interested, then away, looking out over the sea. His attention was still on her, but his memories were somewhere else. It was only a moment, though, before he snapped himself out of it and turned a smile to her.

"He was different beforehand?"

"Nikola Tesla." She smiled softly, shaking her head. "He wasn't my source, but he is the only of his kind still living. As far as I'm aware."

It was a few steps before she answered his second question. "He was human. As I said, the serum had differing effects."

"The Nikola Tesla?"

Arthur's eyes widened for a moment at the thought. He'd never had the chance to meet the man while he was alive in his own world.

"... You mean it turned him into a vampire?"

"Indeed."

Nikola's work certainly deserved acknowledgement, but she still found the familiar response amusing. It had been some time since she had thought of him as the famous scientist rather than simply Nikola.

"We were all changed by the Blood. Nikola's gifts were perhaps the most profound. He didn't only gain a new ability; he became something else entirely. And the more he learned of his ancestors, the less he identified with the human race."

"I see..."

Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Arthur gave Helen's arm a small squeeze and looked over to her, his gaze lingering on her face for a long few moments before he spoke up again. How long had it been since he'd been in the company of a woman like this? Too long, he thought.. and he hadn't realised how much he'd missed it until he'd met Helen.

"But he was human first, was he not? Were vampires truly his 'ancestors'?"

She found she didn't mind the attention, smiling in response. His question earned a chuckle, though.

"Nikola would certainly argue that they were. He was human, yes, but those traits had to have already been present in his genetic code. The Blood works by activating latent traits in an individual's DNA, something nearly all of us have."

"I suppose that the thought of being something greater must have been too much of a temptation."

Sadly, a temptation that Arthur could understand very well indeed.

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