Primeval fic: Bathed By Blood (7/16)
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knitekatTitle: Bathed By Blood (7/16)
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2915 (of a total ~47955)
Characters: James Lester, Tom Ryan and a cast of RPs, OCs and OHs.
Pairing: James Lester/Tom Ryan
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: Part of my AU Bloodverse series. Continues from Part 6 and continues in Part 8.
A/N 2: Contains details of historical fact, several individuals in the fic are based on real historical people.
A/N 3: Thanks go to Fred for the beta. Cheers, m'dear.
Warnings: Dark!fic, bloodplay, blood and gore in general (graphic descriptions, angst, hurt/comfort.
Once I reached home I found myself at a loose end until Abberline's report arrived. I could not settle to anything and I wandered aimlessly around the house until Hattie chased me out of the kitchen with dire threats of what would befall me if I returned and got under her feet.
Discretion seemed the safest course and I made my way to the attic room Ryan practised in to watch him for a few moments. I did not tarry long, as I had no wish to interrupt his study and I was too fidgety to wait patiently for him to finish. I paced the halls and rooms for some time before I turned a corner and came face to face with Hattie once more. She sighed and shook her head at me and I soon found myself out of the house. She ordered Charlie to saddle my horse and myself to be gone until the afternoon, when the reports should have arrived.
That was how I found myself riding my favourite horse, Midnight, down the Rotten Row in Hyde Park. Midnight's hooves kicked up the sand as we trotted down the broad track beneath the trees that were slowly changing to their brilliant autumnal hues.
I greeted and stopped to exchange pleasantries with several members of the upper class who were also out for a ride, or to be precise, showing off their wealth and position to other members of their class.
Midnight pranced on his hooves and threw his head back, eager for a run and I set him to a fast trot. As the track ahead was clear I decided to let him canter when he pulled on his reins, although I was careful to make sure we did not run into anyone as he lengthened his stride. I steadied him and slowed him to a trot and then a walk as the Serpentine glinted beside us and we came to the end of the Row.
He was in a good mood as we alternately trotted and walked back home, his tail swishing and he began to prance once more, I could almost believe he was showing off to the other horses.
I dismounted and gave Midnight a pat before I left him in Charlie's excellent care. I was most eager to read the report I was sure was waiting me in my study. However, as I entered the room I found Ryan looking rather pale and distressed. I was quick to gather him in my arms and held him tight to my breast. “Ryan? What ails thee?”
Ryan cast his gaze to the floor as he bowed his head. “I apologise for my unseemly behaviour, sire.”
“None of that, my love,” I admonished him gently as I tugged his chin up so I could look into his troubled eyes. “What has happened in my absence?”
Guilt flashed across his features before Ryan swallowed and spoke. “The police report was dropped off earlier, my sire. I am sorry I did not wait for your return before reading it.” He shook his head. “How could someone do that? I just do not understand.” He looked at my, his eyes beseeching my understanding. Understanding I could not give as I did not understand the madman's actions myself.
“I know not.” I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Members of our kind require blood, either from retainers or kills, but this savagery?” I shook my head before continuing, “I fear the murderer has some dark impulse driving him.” I paused in thought before nodding. “In fact, my dear Ryan, I hope he has.” At Ryan's startled look, I added, “He would be infinitely more dangerous to our kind if he is sane and has a plot to expose our kind to the mortal masses for some reason. A single madman is preferable over one revolutionary.”
Ryan thought for a moment before he sighed and nodded. “I understand, my sire. How anyone sane could commit such horrors...” He took a deep breath as he pulled free from my arms. “You will need wine before you read the report, my sire.”
I nodded gratefully as I sipped the sweet blood and picked up the report, worried by what I would read. “You may retire if this will distress you.” I was pleased when Ryan declined and sat to nurse his own glass.
I skipped the preliminary notes as I doubted the vampire was someone this Annie Chapman had known, instead I leafed through to Dr Phillips report. The injuries were as savage as I had expected. The two parallel cuts to her spine sounded intriguing, but the half inch gap was not wide enough for them to have been caused by fangs, no doubt by a knife as the killer had attempted to decapitate her. I was relieved to learn that most of the mutilations had occurred after her death; at least she had not experienced the horror of that. It appeared that the good doctor agreed with my deduction that she had been gravely ill.
The fact that he thought the victim would have called out for help merely confirmed my belief that the killer had dominated her. The terror the woman must have felt as she was helpless to move or even beg for help must have been immense.
I read on and came to the section I realised had caused Ryan's reaction and I did not blame him as I perused the document. Chapman's abdomen had been laid entirely open with the intestines lifted from the body and placed on her shoulder. The uterus and its appendages with the upper part of the vagina and two thirds of the bladder had been removed and taken away with the murderer for some ungodly reason. The good doctor professed that the incisions were the work of an expert, or at least, that of someone with such knowledge of anatomy or pathological examinations to have committed this butchery with one sweep of a knife, a very sharp one from the appearance of the injuries.
I paused as I read that last bit again. So, I was dealing with someone with medical knowledge or, I cursed silently, someone with anatomical knowledge gained in some other way. I knew several candidates – from doctors and surgeons to butchers and torturers – not that I could dismiss anyone, after all, in the long years we existed, a vampire could learn many skills but not practice them for centuries. I certainly had.
Returning to Dr Phillips' notes, I discovered that he, himself, could not have committed those injuries in under quarter of an hour, even if the woman had not been struggling. Indeed, performed in the deliberate way as a surgeon should, it would have taken him the best part of an hour. I paused again and flicked back through the notes to read about Chapman's last night. The time between the last witness report and the discovery of the body had been less than half-an-hour. A vampire was looking increasingly likely for my suspect, one with the ability to dominate his victim into obedience, and with the strength, speed and skill to perform such savage butchery in the available time.
I gulped down the rest of my wine and closed my eyes. I sighed softly as Ryan's skilled fingers dug firmly into my shoulders, massaging the tension away. The Council would have to be informed of this report and although I had no wish to present myself before them again, I knew I must. Although I had nothing to add to the information held in the report, they – or rather My Lady – would take umbrage at my absence. I could not risk that, for she might add it to her reasons for delaying or even denying a Seer permission to enter London.
After enjoying Ryan's ministration for a short while I sighed softly as took up the report again. This time I placed the autopsy to one side, I had no wish or need to read it again. It was the witness statements I was now interest in... Speaking of which... “Ryan? Did we receive anything else from Abberline?”
Ryan smiled as he showed me the warrant cards. “I assume you are the Inspector, my sire, and I am your assistant, a Detective Sergeant?” He grinned as I quirked an eyebrow at him, before he opened the cards and read out. “Inspector James Johnson and Sergeant Thomas Peters.”
“Good.” I smiled at him. “Now, leave me to read in peace.”
“Yes, my sire.” Ryan leaned down to kiss me. “I will sleep and practise, my sire, and will then join you for dinner.”
I found myself watching Ryan's arse as he left my presence before reluctantly turning my attention back to the statements. The first I looked through was that given by one Albert Cadosh, a Parisian by birth and resident at the dwelling next door to the murder scene. He had risen at 5.15 on the morning in question and entered the yard for a moment. He had heard a voice say “No!” from the yard at number 29. On re-entering the yard minutes later, he had heard something touch the other side of the fence but had thought nothing of it, often hearing noises at that time of the morning. Although he stated he had not looked over the fence and that he had not been out in the yard for long, I knew I could not rely upon that evidence, not with a vampire murderer who seemed strangely reluctant to kill anyone not his chosen victim. I pondered as I considered my memory of the yard. The fence enclosing the yard was high enough that only the determined would have looked over it and seen the murderer. The question was whether Cadosh was such a determined individual, was anyone who might have looked into the yard? I sighed softly. I would have to continued to read for I could not dismiss the curiosity of mortals. For the same reason, I placed Cadosh's statement in the possible witnesses pile for further thought.
The next statement belonged to one Mrs Elizabeth Long and I noted straight away that it contradicted that of Cadosh's, unless one of them had got their time wrong. When I read she had seen a man talking to a woman outside number 29 I paid more attention, not that her description matched any vampire I knew. I considered whether she could have been dominated, but as she carried on walking the murderer would have had to commit his crime and then find her again. I thought it unlikely. Something else was bothering me about the statement and I flicked back to the post-mortem, Dr Phillips had estimated the time of Chapman's death as around 4.30, long before either Mrs Long's or Cadosh's evidence. I placed Mrs Long's statement onto the pile to be returned to Scotland Yard and once more picked up Cadosh's to place it on top of Mrs Long's. I paused for a long moment, torn between my belief that Cadosh had seen nothing and the slight possibility that he had. I could understand Cadosh getting his time wrong if, and only if, the vampire responsible had made his remember it wrongly. It would certainly explain why neither he nor Mrs Long reported seeing the other. I sighed and dropped Cadosh's back onto the files for further thought pile. If I had time I would have to re-question him, even though I believed he would have little to tell me for I could not take the risk he might have seen something.
I next read the statement of Mr John Davis, the man who had discovered the body. He stated he was awake from between three and five in the morning, which covered the estimated time of death. I felt I would have to check his story personally, to see if he had witnessed anything unusual that night.
When I came to John Richardson's statement I knew who was first on my list to be questioned. He had been in the yard at 4.45 and seen nothing unusual, he had even sat on the steps mere yards from where Chapman's body had been discovered yet had seen nothing, even though it was just getting light and he could see all around the yard. If Dr Phillips was correct as to the time of death, Richardson should have seen the body... but he had not.
Any questioning could wait for tomorrow. I had a report to give to the Council and if the Seer's arrival was imminent I would wait for her before I talked to the witnesses. I felt it would be best all around if she could use her abilities instead of me trying to break the memory tampering. I would also need to make my own list of suspects and try to figure out who amongst them could be the killer, although I had little hope of any success in that area. I needed the Seer to have any chance of solving this case.
I noticed Charlie was jumpy this evening although that was not unexpected considering our destination. The spots of rain that fell as my carriage made its way though the gloomy London streets towards Black Hall seemed to match my sober mood. The fog billowed around us, growing thicker and blacker the nearer we came to the Council, almost as if it could sense the unnaturalness of the inhabitants.
My matched black pair neighed and flecked as they drew up to the gates, panicking at the aura of danger and death that hung faintly in the air even at this distance from the hall. I left them at the gates and approached on foot, once more noticing that the stunted vegetation already taken on its winter's hues and the lack of any nocturnal wildlife within the Hall's walls.
This time when I knocked the door was opened by a new butler. Short and stout and of a rough appearance as if he had only recently been carved out from stone. I knew better than to enquire about what had happened to the previous butler as I followed the new one down the hall to the audience chamber. As I walked down the echoing hall I could not help but wonder who would be within, but I saw no reason to worry as I could not change who waited for me.
“Jamessss.”
I bit back a smile as My Lord greeted me, for it would not do to show relief that My Lady was absent, especially as it was possible she wasn't. I half-bowed. “My Lord. There has been another murder.”
“By one of our kind?”
“I can not tell, My Lord, even though the site was only slightly contaminated by the mortals. My senses are not acute enough.”
“And you are trying to find a polite way of asssking when the Ssseer will arrive?” My Lord asked with a wry grin, one that told me I had been correct when I had assumed My Lady had been tardy in summoning the Seer.
“The danger of exposure increases with each murder, My Lord. Inspector Abberline has informed me that a group of local volunteers has formed, the Whitechapel Vigilante Committee. They will be patrolling the streets and might encounter the killer.”
“It issss not me you need to convince,” My Lord muttered for my ears only before his voice returned to its normal volume. “I will try and expedite the Ssseersss arrival. Ssssee that sssshe isss quick in her work and leavesssss assss quickly assss possssible.”
“So I had planned, My Lord.”
“Good.” My Lord quirked an eyebrow at me. “Ssssso my young Jamessss. Have you had any ssssuccessss in your hunt for the culprit?”
“I have a list of those vampires who possess domination and...” I shook my head. “It is too long a list, My Lord. Over the long years, how many of our kind have reinvented themselves to follow different careers? I, myself, have.”
“I can only wisssh you luck, my dear Jamesss. If you have need of ssssomeone to talk too, ssssomeone to dissscusss your ideassss with...”
“I thank you, My Lord, but I would not want to –.”
My Lord cut me off with a wave of his hand. “Nonsssence, my boy.”
“My Lord.” I bowed once more and waited for his nod to leave him. I hoped he would talk My Lady into making sure the Seer arrived swiftly, surely even she had to see sense when it came to our existence being revealed to the world? I would also bare in mind his request that I seek his help, for all my reluctant, I knew I would most likely need it.
I wrapped my overcoat tightly around my body as I left Black Hall, a chill in the air as the black fog swept across the landscaped grounds. I wasted little time as I strolled up the path to my carriage, my mission completed I wanted, no needed, to return to my home, to Ryan, and wash the cloying sense of death from my skin.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: ~2915 (of a total ~47955)
Characters: James Lester, Tom Ryan and a cast of RPs, OCs and OHs.
Pairing: James Lester/Tom Ryan
Rating: 18
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N 1: Part of my AU Bloodverse series. Continues from Part 6 and continues in Part 8.
A/N 2: Contains details of historical fact, several individuals in the fic are based on real historical people.
A/N 3: Thanks go to Fred for the beta. Cheers, m'dear.
Warnings: Dark!fic, bloodplay, blood and gore in general (graphic descriptions, angst, hurt/comfort.
Once I reached home I found myself at a loose end until Abberline's report arrived. I could not settle to anything and I wandered aimlessly around the house until Hattie chased me out of the kitchen with dire threats of what would befall me if I returned and got under her feet.
Discretion seemed the safest course and I made my way to the attic room Ryan practised in to watch him for a few moments. I did not tarry long, as I had no wish to interrupt his study and I was too fidgety to wait patiently for him to finish. I paced the halls and rooms for some time before I turned a corner and came face to face with Hattie once more. She sighed and shook her head at me and I soon found myself out of the house. She ordered Charlie to saddle my horse and myself to be gone until the afternoon, when the reports should have arrived.
That was how I found myself riding my favourite horse, Midnight, down the Rotten Row in Hyde Park. Midnight's hooves kicked up the sand as we trotted down the broad track beneath the trees that were slowly changing to their brilliant autumnal hues.
I greeted and stopped to exchange pleasantries with several members of the upper class who were also out for a ride, or to be precise, showing off their wealth and position to other members of their class.
Midnight pranced on his hooves and threw his head back, eager for a run and I set him to a fast trot. As the track ahead was clear I decided to let him canter when he pulled on his reins, although I was careful to make sure we did not run into anyone as he lengthened his stride. I steadied him and slowed him to a trot and then a walk as the Serpentine glinted beside us and we came to the end of the Row.
He was in a good mood as we alternately trotted and walked back home, his tail swishing and he began to prance once more, I could almost believe he was showing off to the other horses.
****
I dismounted and gave Midnight a pat before I left him in Charlie's excellent care. I was most eager to read the report I was sure was waiting me in my study. However, as I entered the room I found Ryan looking rather pale and distressed. I was quick to gather him in my arms and held him tight to my breast. “Ryan? What ails thee?”
Ryan cast his gaze to the floor as he bowed his head. “I apologise for my unseemly behaviour, sire.”
“None of that, my love,” I admonished him gently as I tugged his chin up so I could look into his troubled eyes. “What has happened in my absence?”
Guilt flashed across his features before Ryan swallowed and spoke. “The police report was dropped off earlier, my sire. I am sorry I did not wait for your return before reading it.” He shook his head. “How could someone do that? I just do not understand.” He looked at my, his eyes beseeching my understanding. Understanding I could not give as I did not understand the madman's actions myself.
“I know not.” I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Members of our kind require blood, either from retainers or kills, but this savagery?” I shook my head before continuing, “I fear the murderer has some dark impulse driving him.” I paused in thought before nodding. “In fact, my dear Ryan, I hope he has.” At Ryan's startled look, I added, “He would be infinitely more dangerous to our kind if he is sane and has a plot to expose our kind to the mortal masses for some reason. A single madman is preferable over one revolutionary.”
Ryan thought for a moment before he sighed and nodded. “I understand, my sire. How anyone sane could commit such horrors...” He took a deep breath as he pulled free from my arms. “You will need wine before you read the report, my sire.”
I nodded gratefully as I sipped the sweet blood and picked up the report, worried by what I would read. “You may retire if this will distress you.” I was pleased when Ryan declined and sat to nurse his own glass.
I skipped the preliminary notes as I doubted the vampire was someone this Annie Chapman had known, instead I leafed through to Dr Phillips report. The injuries were as savage as I had expected. The two parallel cuts to her spine sounded intriguing, but the half inch gap was not wide enough for them to have been caused by fangs, no doubt by a knife as the killer had attempted to decapitate her. I was relieved to learn that most of the mutilations had occurred after her death; at least she had not experienced the horror of that. It appeared that the good doctor agreed with my deduction that she had been gravely ill.
The fact that he thought the victim would have called out for help merely confirmed my belief that the killer had dominated her. The terror the woman must have felt as she was helpless to move or even beg for help must have been immense.
I read on and came to the section I realised had caused Ryan's reaction and I did not blame him as I perused the document. Chapman's abdomen had been laid entirely open with the intestines lifted from the body and placed on her shoulder. The uterus and its appendages with the upper part of the vagina and two thirds of the bladder had been removed and taken away with the murderer for some ungodly reason. The good doctor professed that the incisions were the work of an expert, or at least, that of someone with such knowledge of anatomy or pathological examinations to have committed this butchery with one sweep of a knife, a very sharp one from the appearance of the injuries.
I paused as I read that last bit again. So, I was dealing with someone with medical knowledge or, I cursed silently, someone with anatomical knowledge gained in some other way. I knew several candidates – from doctors and surgeons to butchers and torturers – not that I could dismiss anyone, after all, in the long years we existed, a vampire could learn many skills but not practice them for centuries. I certainly had.
Returning to Dr Phillips' notes, I discovered that he, himself, could not have committed those injuries in under quarter of an hour, even if the woman had not been struggling. Indeed, performed in the deliberate way as a surgeon should, it would have taken him the best part of an hour. I paused again and flicked back through the notes to read about Chapman's last night. The time between the last witness report and the discovery of the body had been less than half-an-hour. A vampire was looking increasingly likely for my suspect, one with the ability to dominate his victim into obedience, and with the strength, speed and skill to perform such savage butchery in the available time.
I gulped down the rest of my wine and closed my eyes. I sighed softly as Ryan's skilled fingers dug firmly into my shoulders, massaging the tension away. The Council would have to be informed of this report and although I had no wish to present myself before them again, I knew I must. Although I had nothing to add to the information held in the report, they – or rather My Lady – would take umbrage at my absence. I could not risk that, for she might add it to her reasons for delaying or even denying a Seer permission to enter London.
After enjoying Ryan's ministration for a short while I sighed softly as took up the report again. This time I placed the autopsy to one side, I had no wish or need to read it again. It was the witness statements I was now interest in... Speaking of which... “Ryan? Did we receive anything else from Abberline?”
Ryan smiled as he showed me the warrant cards. “I assume you are the Inspector, my sire, and I am your assistant, a Detective Sergeant?” He grinned as I quirked an eyebrow at him, before he opened the cards and read out. “Inspector James Johnson and Sergeant Thomas Peters.”
“Good.” I smiled at him. “Now, leave me to read in peace.”
“Yes, my sire.” Ryan leaned down to kiss me. “I will sleep and practise, my sire, and will then join you for dinner.”
I found myself watching Ryan's arse as he left my presence before reluctantly turning my attention back to the statements. The first I looked through was that given by one Albert Cadosh, a Parisian by birth and resident at the dwelling next door to the murder scene. He had risen at 5.15 on the morning in question and entered the yard for a moment. He had heard a voice say “No!” from the yard at number 29. On re-entering the yard minutes later, he had heard something touch the other side of the fence but had thought nothing of it, often hearing noises at that time of the morning. Although he stated he had not looked over the fence and that he had not been out in the yard for long, I knew I could not rely upon that evidence, not with a vampire murderer who seemed strangely reluctant to kill anyone not his chosen victim. I pondered as I considered my memory of the yard. The fence enclosing the yard was high enough that only the determined would have looked over it and seen the murderer. The question was whether Cadosh was such a determined individual, was anyone who might have looked into the yard? I sighed softly. I would have to continued to read for I could not dismiss the curiosity of mortals. For the same reason, I placed Cadosh's statement in the possible witnesses pile for further thought.
The next statement belonged to one Mrs Elizabeth Long and I noted straight away that it contradicted that of Cadosh's, unless one of them had got their time wrong. When I read she had seen a man talking to a woman outside number 29 I paid more attention, not that her description matched any vampire I knew. I considered whether she could have been dominated, but as she carried on walking the murderer would have had to commit his crime and then find her again. I thought it unlikely. Something else was bothering me about the statement and I flicked back to the post-mortem, Dr Phillips had estimated the time of Chapman's death as around 4.30, long before either Mrs Long's or Cadosh's evidence. I placed Mrs Long's statement onto the pile to be returned to Scotland Yard and once more picked up Cadosh's to place it on top of Mrs Long's. I paused for a long moment, torn between my belief that Cadosh had seen nothing and the slight possibility that he had. I could understand Cadosh getting his time wrong if, and only if, the vampire responsible had made his remember it wrongly. It would certainly explain why neither he nor Mrs Long reported seeing the other. I sighed and dropped Cadosh's back onto the files for further thought pile. If I had time I would have to re-question him, even though I believed he would have little to tell me for I could not take the risk he might have seen something.
I next read the statement of Mr John Davis, the man who had discovered the body. He stated he was awake from between three and five in the morning, which covered the estimated time of death. I felt I would have to check his story personally, to see if he had witnessed anything unusual that night.
When I came to John Richardson's statement I knew who was first on my list to be questioned. He had been in the yard at 4.45 and seen nothing unusual, he had even sat on the steps mere yards from where Chapman's body had been discovered yet had seen nothing, even though it was just getting light and he could see all around the yard. If Dr Phillips was correct as to the time of death, Richardson should have seen the body... but he had not.
Any questioning could wait for tomorrow. I had a report to give to the Council and if the Seer's arrival was imminent I would wait for her before I talked to the witnesses. I felt it would be best all around if she could use her abilities instead of me trying to break the memory tampering. I would also need to make my own list of suspects and try to figure out who amongst them could be the killer, although I had little hope of any success in that area. I needed the Seer to have any chance of solving this case.
****
I noticed Charlie was jumpy this evening although that was not unexpected considering our destination. The spots of rain that fell as my carriage made its way though the gloomy London streets towards Black Hall seemed to match my sober mood. The fog billowed around us, growing thicker and blacker the nearer we came to the Council, almost as if it could sense the unnaturalness of the inhabitants.
My matched black pair neighed and flecked as they drew up to the gates, panicking at the aura of danger and death that hung faintly in the air even at this distance from the hall. I left them at the gates and approached on foot, once more noticing that the stunted vegetation already taken on its winter's hues and the lack of any nocturnal wildlife within the Hall's walls.
This time when I knocked the door was opened by a new butler. Short and stout and of a rough appearance as if he had only recently been carved out from stone. I knew better than to enquire about what had happened to the previous butler as I followed the new one down the hall to the audience chamber. As I walked down the echoing hall I could not help but wonder who would be within, but I saw no reason to worry as I could not change who waited for me.
“Jamessss.”
I bit back a smile as My Lord greeted me, for it would not do to show relief that My Lady was absent, especially as it was possible she wasn't. I half-bowed. “My Lord. There has been another murder.”
“By one of our kind?”
“I can not tell, My Lord, even though the site was only slightly contaminated by the mortals. My senses are not acute enough.”
“And you are trying to find a polite way of asssking when the Ssseer will arrive?” My Lord asked with a wry grin, one that told me I had been correct when I had assumed My Lady had been tardy in summoning the Seer.
“The danger of exposure increases with each murder, My Lord. Inspector Abberline has informed me that a group of local volunteers has formed, the Whitechapel Vigilante Committee. They will be patrolling the streets and might encounter the killer.”
“It issss not me you need to convince,” My Lord muttered for my ears only before his voice returned to its normal volume. “I will try and expedite the Ssseersss arrival. Ssssee that sssshe isss quick in her work and leavesssss assss quickly assss possssible.”
“So I had planned, My Lord.”
“Good.” My Lord quirked an eyebrow at me. “Ssssso my young Jamessss. Have you had any ssssuccessss in your hunt for the culprit?”
“I have a list of those vampires who possess domination and...” I shook my head. “It is too long a list, My Lord. Over the long years, how many of our kind have reinvented themselves to follow different careers? I, myself, have.”
“I can only wisssh you luck, my dear Jamesss. If you have need of ssssomeone to talk too, ssssomeone to dissscusss your ideassss with...”
“I thank you, My Lord, but I would not want to –.”
My Lord cut me off with a wave of his hand. “Nonsssence, my boy.”
“My Lord.” I bowed once more and waited for his nod to leave him. I hoped he would talk My Lady into making sure the Seer arrived swiftly, surely even she had to see sense when it came to our existence being revealed to the world? I would also bare in mind his request that I seek his help, for all my reluctant, I knew I would most likely need it.
I wrapped my overcoat tightly around my body as I left Black Hall, a chill in the air as the black fog swept across the landscaped grounds. I wasted little time as I strolled up the path to my carriage, my mission completed I wanted, no needed, to return to my home, to Ryan, and wash the cloying sense of death from my skin.
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Date: 2012-05-22 07:17 pm (UTC)The intriguing thing is - they are (as I recall) the actual statements from the real case.Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-05-23 01:49 am (UTC)Waiting with bated breath now....
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Date: 2012-05-23 09:07 pm (UTC)Friday, so remember to breathe ;)
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-05-23 09:11 pm (UTC)Definetely a horrible report
and, even worse, its all true.Thanks for reading (and an apt icon too)