Helene follows behind the group as they gather around avalai. The elder vampire was a goddess in the way she glowed in the presence of her underlings.  Helene always felt respect for the vampire, a primal loyalty that recognized   Avalai as superior. This wasn’t to suggest that Helene acts different in the presence of the woman or tried to earn her approval or rewards. The concept was pathetic and so very human. The elite of Helene’s mother France would adopt such disgusting tactics so that the monarchy would gift them with lands and titles. No, Helene showed her respect through her actions.  When Helene was loyal, the elder would grant Helene to play and life as she pleases. Avalai, like the vampires before Helene, celebrated Helene’s savage killings. any younger vampires that Helene has encounter during her travels seem more tamed. It was a shame. When Helene’s eyes meet with the elder, she dips her head slightly with a charming smile. 

Her smile only widens into a amused grin when young William speaks up. There was that speical something Helene saw in him. A sly reveal of wit and courage hidden behind a quiet face. He may be a fool for having no control of his tongue, or he his need to speak his mind was too strong to contain. Helene lets a pale and delicate hand fall on his shoulder from behind as Taeyang threatens the fledgeling. Young Will angers others easily and that further amused Helene. Her grip tightens on his shoulder, perfectly manicured nails digging into his clothes and flesh like a claw. She leans in and speaks, close to his left ear. “Know your place and your new world before you form grudges, child.” She chuckles softly and lets go of his shoulder, bright eyes fixed ahead once more.