"I'm sorry," Brooks said. "I didn't mean to intrude. I wasn't sure if you were asking for help."
Brooks walked into the bathroom. It was large, but did not have many hiding places.
"I'm fine," Helena said.
She moved the bubbles over her body, making sure nothing was visible.
"It sounded like you were talking to someone," Brooks said.
"Just myself," Helena said.
"Alright," Brooks said. "Well I will leave you to it then."
He started walking towards the door. Helena had a sinking feeling if she was left alone Victor, or at least her hallucination of him, would return.
"Wait," she said. "Go stand in the corner, don't face me and close your eyes."
He didn't say anything and instead went to the corner. She positioned herself so she could hoist herself out of the tub and grab the towel quickly. Once she wrapped it around herself and was certain it was secure she called for him.
"I guess I could use a little help," she said.
He smiled and came over to her. Brooks helped her stand up and put the robe over her shoulders. His touch was so delicate, she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck and felt a chill run down her spine.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
She nodded and he scooped her up. This time she put her arms around his neck. He took her out of the bathroom and walked over to one of the couches, setting her down with ease. He already had a pillow on the table and lightly put her foot on top of it.
"I had them bring up some more food," Brooks said.
He motioned to the table next to her. There was a giant plate of fruit and cheese. Helena grabbed a grape and popped it into her mouth. She watched as Brooks brought out the cast Melanie had given them earlier and started wrapping her ankle.
"Let me know if it is too tight," he said.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Because I love you," he said.
Helena felt her cheeks rush with blood. She looked away.
"You don't even know me," she said. "So those words mean nothing."
"My soul recognizes something in yours," he said. "I have no control over it."
"My soul?"
Brooks nodded. Helena shook her head. With all the things she had done in her life there was no way her soul was worth anything.
"I've done bad things," Helena said. "I'm not a good person."
"I don't care about your past," Brooks said. "But do you want to tell me about it?"
Helena looked him up and down. He seemed so genuine. It had been three years since she had an honest conversation with anyone. She thought about Abe. He was her hero once Rebecca left, but he vanished too. Helena didn't need to worry about him like she had Rebecca, Helena had proof Abe was dead.
"No," she said.
"Okay," Brooks said. "Can I ask you a question anyway?"
Even though she wanted to say no, he had done so much for her, without a real reason. She nodded her head.
"When you ran away tonight," Brooks said. "Are you still trying to end your life?"
"What sort of question is that?"
"I have the photograph you left," Brooks said. "It sounds like a suicide note to me."
"That was private," Helena said.
"But you left it out in a motel room," Brooks said. "One you had no intention of returning too."
"I don't want to kill myself," Helena said. "I just...couldn't live the way I was living anymore."
"How were you living?" Brooks asked.
"Alone, scared," Helena said. "Every night the sun would go down and I knew if I took one step outside I would be dead. Do you have any idea how crippling that feels?"
"You're not alone anymore," Brooks said. "I could take you for a nighttime stroll here. Once your foot gets better at least."
"You don't want to get involved with me," Helena said.
"Have you drummed any questions for me?" Brooks asked. "Has your curiosity gotten the better of you about werewolves?"
"No," Helena said. "Finding out about vampires was... lets just say ignorance is bliss."
Brooks put down her foot. He picked up the antiseptic and started applying it to the scratches on her legs. Helena felt her robe slip and she went to grab it up.
"Don't worry," Brooks said. "I am not going to try anything. You can put it on your more...private areas."
She let her body relax as he began rubbing her legs with the ointment.
"Then why did you run?" Brooks asked. "You said someone named Victor told you it was dangerous here?"
"I was starving," Helena said. "I don't know what I was talking about."
"Who is Victor?" Brooks asked.
Helena picked up another stack of grapes and shrugged. She knew he was desperate to keep her talking, but she didn't feel like volunteering any information about Victor at the moment. Helena didn't want everyone thinking she was going insane.
"You said ignorance is bliss when it comes to supernaturals," Brooks said. "I disagree. Why don't you tell me what you know about vampires."
"Why?" Helena asked. "Aren't you an expert? I mean vampires and werewolves sort of go together. I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner."
"In the spirit of honesty the one attacking you was the first one I've ever seen," Brooks said. "We don't...mesh well together and tend to keep out distances."
"So you don't know anything about them then?"
"I didn't say that," Brooks said. "Let's just say hypothetically, I want to know what you know so that I don't accidentally drop new information you don't know."
Helena smiled and shook her head. She knew he was lying, she could tell. It bothered her a little that she could tell. Helena wasn't good around people and didn't know how to read anyone.
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," Brooks said.
He was trying so hard, Helena felt like she had to throw him a bone.
"A lot of the superstitions are true," Helena said. "Sunlight kills them, if they look you in the eyes they have complete control over you, they drink blood, they're immortal, and dangerous. They don't sleep in coffins, but they can't come in unless you invite them. That extends to any area of ownership, but not communal property."
"What do you mean?"
"They can't come into a motel room," Helena said. "But if I chose to walk down to the ice machine, or go for a midnight dip in a swimming pool I would be all theirs."
"What about private property?" Brooks asked.
"The rules are different," Helena said. "If I were a homeowner or renter, as long as I didn't let the public have free access to my lawn, I could stand at the edge of the property and they couldn't touch me."
"Is that how you ended up in the parking lot with that one?" Brooks asked. "Did he control you?"