Post by William Thomas Compton on Jul 12, 2014 2:55:41 GMT 8
Placing the remote control down on his desk, Bill sighed. The video had been no less brutal this time than the last half dozen times he had watched it. The fact that Cliff’s attackers had chosen to record his last torture session for posterity was as sickening as the images the recorder had captured. Bill was no stranger to violence, in fact, during his days with Lorena he had taken part in just about every destructive act imaginable but the creatures on the video had been able to come up with a few he’d never have been able to comprehend. Had his heart still beat Bill would have paled at the sight, as it was he had merely watched in silence, taking in as much detail as possible. He would not be able to show the video to Charlotte but he could let her know that they had taken a step closer to catching the things that had tortured and killed the father of her child. Leaving a message for Charlotte last night, requesting a meeting this morning, had been difficult but still, it was easier than speaking directly to her then. Finding the words to explain what he had discovered would be beyond difficult but he had made a promise to the part fae woman and he intended to keep it.
Settling back in his seat, Bill propped an elbow on the arm and tapped a finger against his lower lip. The creatures who had killed Cliff had not taken pains to disguise their identity, they had not been concerned with getting caught. No doubt they had thought their hidey hole untraceable but Bill’s small network of people were determined, at least they were when their king had ordered them to be so. It had taken months but in the end the abandoned farm where Cliff had been killed had been located, the remnants of the assassins’ possessions gathered. Most of the things left behind had been of little interest but there had been the video camera and its final recording. It had been a taunt, Bill thought now, his eyes drifting back to the blank screen of the television tucked within its ornate cabinet. His mouth had compressed a thin, grim line at the latest watching and only tightened at the thought that somehow the killers had intended Charlotte to eventually see this as some form of warning. That, he could guarantee, would not happen, but he would tell her some of what had occurred, she needed to be warned that much at least.
At the call of a guard from the front hall of the house Bill slowly rose to his feet. He had warned his people of the chance of a visitor calling this morning. With the threat of the Queen still hanging over him he had no intention of leaving the house to pay a call to Charlotte. Approaching the guard, Bill merely gave a nod of confirmation. The guard was still holding his radio, brows raised beneath his helmet. ”Let her through,” Bill told the man as he took steps towards the door. ”I will greet her myself. If there is so much of a whisper about the recording that was viewed while Miss Hudson is in the house I will remove the errant tongue myself.” Not dallying to see whether or not the guard passed on that particular piece of information to his colleagues, Bill headed for the door. He would be as cordial during this visit as he had been during the last, the Queen would not steal that from him as she already had so much else. The sun beat down as Bill stepped on to the portico and he paused for a moment at the threshold to wonder at the feel of it on his skin. Even with the gift of the daylight ring, Bill could still not believe that he was truly free to walk in the light.
Tags: Charlotte
Word Count: 659
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