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Life Happens: After the Dinner Party
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[flashback]
The crowd surges. The band onstage starts their newest hit. A small group of Brits—some of whom are old enough such that their memories of true punk, the original scene, are still fresh—stand nearest to the stage, sipping from flasks, handing around a joint, smiling as though they find the whole spectacle amusing.
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
The amused Londoners nod and smile drolly. Helena Peabody stands among them—her plaid skirt is cut short and her laced up black boots compliment the outfit nicely. Helena is the failed heiress of the bunch. They are a rag tag group, made up of local artists and a few true anarchist-punks who shagged Helena for the sheer thrill of fucking the system—literally. One of the men nicknamed her Helen of Troy; one of the women calls her Orlando. They all love her, because she lived in the belly of the beast and burst out of it’s rib cage, killing it (or so they imagine, in drug induced fantasy).
Helena’s mother is a billionaire of some variety. No one knows how she got her money. They call her the Queen, though they avoid the subject of Helena’s father. Helena uses her money to buy their drugs and to fund underground Irish radicals.
[present]
A familiar song playing on the radio caught Helena’s attention. Echo and the Bunnypeople, whatever they were called. She had a memory then, just briefly, of youthful optimism. Her friends had the idea that somehow, if they listened to enough Sex Pistols singles on scratchy records, did enough drugs, and had enough sex, they might undo the system which stifled their creativity. She created art with these people—only to destroy her work, utterly thrilled with the degree to which she could take nothing seriously because, afterall, nothing mattered. They, the whole of the human race, would soon destroy themselves—through nuclear war, toxic pollution, and something they knew then as a mysterious disease called Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. Why make anything lasting when nothing lasted? Fuck the great artists, she would tell her mother. There can be no great art, without destruction. Her mother glanced often at her watch during her daughter’s speeches—she checked the time hoping it would sweep away this ridiculous phase in her daughter’s life.
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Well, helebette, that was an interesting and exciting ride. I’ll be aboard for the next outing.
That was hot! What do the “I Love You’s” between these two really mean? Can Helena commit to Bette? I certainly hope so.
HOT! I’m with funnyone. Hey, move over, I’ll be joining you on that ride! Great Post!
Whoa … totally hot .. reckon I’ll be tagging along for the ride too
This is by far the most intense spot on portrayal of Helena/Bette. Beautiful and incredibly hot! Passionate and very true to their characters.
You have out done yourself with this story and as always you’ve done an excellent job. Thanks for the update.
kudos…FANTASTIC…i for one, love belena stories and your story is absolutely wonderful and well written and full of imagery…excellent!!!
Bette and Helena are both wounded and needy . . . and totally hot; in other words, a match made in heaven. (Why can’t IC and co. see that?) Helena’s punk rock reminiscences are a great touch—just the kind of revealing detail that’s so sorely absent on the show.
Helbette – this story is so great! First i was a ll worried that Tina was going to see what Bette and Helena really shared and go blabbing to Jodi and the girls (that was a close one). But now it seems as if Jodi may be on her way out the door. Both Bette and Helena have admitted their love for one another and that is right after Bette suggesting that Helena find a partner and a real relationship; was Bette volunteering for the job (I hope so). Don’t let my name foo ya hebette, i love the idea of Bette and Helena together (it’s like the best of both worlds with thsoe two). PPS!
I just wanted to pop by and let you know that I have finally found time to read your fanfiction and I must say I truly loved it. Boy, you are so gifted ! I started with the 1st chpt of your “Life happens” a couple of hours ago ( at work, I might add ), and read all 5 ( or 6 ? ) chapters in a row ! Needless to say that you made it to my list of favorite writers, and that I am officially totally hooked. Reallly, thank you so much for sharing your tremenduous talent with the rest of us. You definitely have a beautiful way with words and I can tell you really love your characters ( which is not the case of every author. LOL ! ). I also enjoy your humour immensely and I must say you bring a great energy and vibe to our little thread, so thanks a lot for that too, Helebette. Well, I guess that’s about it for now since I’m not nearly as eloquent as most of the people who have already commented on your stories but there is one thing I’d like to add : Please, keep writing. All right, off to read “Ligeia’s poet” now.
oh-oh you’ve got me loving Helena with Bette!!!!! dangerous….pps
wow thats fuck breath takin—better than porn hehe just kiddin.its so nice to see 2people fall in love and not have any control over themselves
i luv these two together, and i luv the way you write about them, great job!!!!!
Good stuff. I really am enjoying this helebette. What do those I love you’s mean? Can’t wait to find out.