What is Mine
The faint moonlight shining in the room was all the light that Stefan needed. He eased down onto the bed with a stealth that surprised even him. His hand swiftly covered the milky throat, forestalling the instinctive sound of surprise his shadowy appearance caused. “Hello, Mother.” Despite a lifetime of exquisite control over her expressions, Helena Cassadine could not disguise the initial wave of shock that raced through her at the recognition of her visitor's identity. “Did I catch you by surprise?” Stefan smiled faintly as he watched his mother's brief struggle to process what she was seeing before her. As he expected, however, her moment of imbalance was swiftly over and Helena slipped visibly back into the cold, detached persona she wore with such ease. “You cannot imagine how often I have thought about our reunion,” Stefan said softly. His right hand was wrapped about Helena's throat, with only enough slack to allow her shallow breaths. “Knowing that we would meet again this way gave me strength to persevere.” Helena made a small sound deep in her throat. Stefan loosened his grip a fraction to allow her to speak. “If you plan to kill me, Stefan, then do so. I have no desire to endure one of your boring monologues.” Stefan was unfazed by his mother's scathing directive. “How easily you speak of murder, Mother,” he mused. “Was your voice so casual when you ordered the death of my son? Did you dismiss him from your thoughts as soon as the words were said?” The hand that tightened about Helena's throat held her silent. “Did you seek to punish me because I dared set into motion a plan to reveal Nikolas' true identity, and in doing so, would destroy all your claims to power? Or was that poisoned dessert my son's fate for me having possessed something that was my brother's?” Helena smiled evilly into the moonlight. “ I. Was. Bored ,” she mouthed clearly. Stefan looked down into the face of the woman he'd spent a lifetime simultaneously loving and loathing. And realized that no one he loved would ever be safe from Helena. A sense of calm washed over him. “Goodbye, Mother.” |
