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| Wednesday April 10, 2000
Helena: Andreas!
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[continued] Stefan: so what are you left with? Helena: the joy of watching my enemies suffer. Stefan: but for Luke and Laura the suffering is over. Helena: oh, no. no. no, it has only begun. you wait and see. you may enjoy it as compensation for your loss. or haven't you admitted to yourself that Laura is permanently out of your life? Stefan: you're right. I have lost Laura. and for that I sincerely thank you. Stefan: they say men fall in love with their mothers. I never thought that applied to me. Helena: isn't it a little late for oedipal mumblings? Stefan: I understood too late that you molded the contours of my heart. Helena: you were a stranger to me from the day you were born, like you were someone else's child, some insignificant person -- a tutor, a shopkeeper perhaps. Stefan: a mortal born to a goddess with golden hair and luminous eyes. Helena: you were a painful disappointment to me. sallow, puny, underweight. Stefan: you were exquisite, poised, a feast for the eye, but toxic to the heart. Helena: you wouldn't sleep. you wouldn't nurse. and you never smiled. Stefan: how could I smile with a mother as cold as ice? Helena: you barely acknowledged me. I could have been anyone -- the wet nurse, the maid who changed the sheets. Stefan: I adored you. and I hated you. Helena: Starvos was my saving grace. Stefan: I promised myself I would find someone different from you in every way. Helena: so you threw yourself at a silly peasant. Stefan: I unwittingly returned to the source -- the golden hair, the luminous eyes. the porcelain skin that cried out to be touched. Laura had all that and something more. she needed me, I thought. Helena: the comparison revolts me. I imagine that's the point. Stefan: I fell in love with my mother -- a kinder version, but just as remote. Helena: introspection doesn't become you -- or anyone else, I might add. Stefan: I fell in love with rejection. Helena: don't you dare blame me for your inadequacies. Stefan: no. I'm not, mother. you gave me great strength. you taught me the seminal lesson of my life -- how to close my heart and turn my back on a woman who offers only pain. so you see, I owe you an enormous debt. and all my debts I repay. Stefan: this is the fugitive, Helena Cassadine. these gentlemen will escort you to jail. following your extradition, you will again be escorted to Port Charles where you will be taken into custody, arrested, and charged with kidnapping. I believe this settles my overdue account. * * * Helena: how many times have you sent me away in handcuffs? haven't you noticed I always come back? Stefan: gentlemen, be gentle with my mother. she's been very generous with me. Helena: once a fool, always a fool. I promise you, you'll pay for this. officer: this way, ma'am. Stefan: mother? thank you. thank you for breaking the grip of my obsession. I've never felt better in my life, proving that quaint old adage, "mother's love is the best love there is." |
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