Post by Vyn on Dec 31, 2007 10:28:56 GMT -5
Author: Vyn
Fandom: Suites of Decadence
Characters: Wulram
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 757
(A Heavy Bargain)
The mission, Wulfram reflected, had seemed simple enough.
An influential King of Spades desired a beautiful Highland woman but she was married to a rich, and therefore protected, Torquehelm Jack. So, as a final effort to make the Highlander his own, the King had hired Wulfram to kill the Jack. The mission, then? Seduce the Jack's daughter and gain entrance into his home then murder him while he slept. The King's intent was that grief beret woman would be driven into his arms in search of safety and comfort.
Whether or not that was actually the case, was not at all Wulfram's problem nor was it of any particular interest to him. His only job was to get into the house by any means possible and to dispatch of the Torquehelmer. Fine by him.
Bribery and intimidation got him the information he needed, and some careful name-dropping got him entrance to one of the daughter's fancy costume parties that she loved oh-so much and in short order he found himself returning with her to her sleeping quarters. He wore a look of smug victory that the bipedal finch leading him up the stairs failed to notice. Such a simple thing she was; beautiful, yes, but so simple. With only a sparse amount of alcohol and a bit of charisma, Wulfram had her tangled about his fingertips and falling all over herself to get into the bed with him.
Upon reaching the room, Wulfram took her.
Like butter she melted to his will and, with the assistance of a few extra glasses of mine, she succumbed to exhaustion. The alcohol ensured that she would neither awaken while he was finishing up his mission or before he could slip out of the building and the costume he had worn to the party would assure his face would not be one she remembered when news of her father's death reached her ears.
The mission was simple, his performance was flawless and everything had gone exactly as planned; at least, he thought it had.
It would be quite some time later when, at long last, the mistake he'd made all those years ago made itself prevalent during a business visit to the old King's home. He had succeeded in seducing his lovely Highlander and she, with her daughter, had settled into a happy life with him. Wulfram cared as much now as he had back then. That is, until the King flippantly mentioned his 'grandchildren'. Shortly after the King had moved in, the young Finch gave birth to two beautiful babies that were, she was quick to claim, the product of rape. Maternal instincts kept her from being able to rid herself of them but shame compelled her to lock them away from the world.
Wulfram knew the truth the moment he heard the story. With the time frame of their conception, there was no way they were the product of some random rapist's will. No, they were his and there was no way any descendant of his would spend their lives locked away! Of course, that did not mean that Wulfram was about to raise them as his own. Children now would only disrupt his plan but, as always, there would be a use for them.
Once he had parted company from the King, Wulfram turned his sights immediately upon the lovely Finch and the two children she had hidden from him. He wasn't sure what to do with them yet, but he would find something. Following familiar steps, he made his way up the stairs and into the young woman's room, a wicked smile tainting his features...that is, until two sets of big, sweet eyes fell upon him. The two little ones were no older than five and both blinked at him with innocent confusion once the game they'd been playing together had been interrupted. One look at them and the assassin's mind was suddenly over swept by a memory.
An unusual Tugley mage sits at a temporary booth he's set up in the bar, studying Wulfram with a critical eye as they discuss the wares he's gathered to trade. An odd variety of things, and all quiet rare if the mage's words could be taken as truth. Money would not suit his desires, only a trade of some sort.
A slow grin took over Wulfram's features as he peered at the little unwanted ones. He suddenly had a rather perfect idea as to what to do with the little ones.
Fandom: Suites of Decadence
Characters: Wulram
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 757
(A Heavy Bargain)
The mission, Wulfram reflected, had seemed simple enough.
An influential King of Spades desired a beautiful Highland woman but she was married to a rich, and therefore protected, Torquehelm Jack. So, as a final effort to make the Highlander his own, the King had hired Wulfram to kill the Jack. The mission, then? Seduce the Jack's daughter and gain entrance into his home then murder him while he slept. The King's intent was that grief beret woman would be driven into his arms in search of safety and comfort.
Whether or not that was actually the case, was not at all Wulfram's problem nor was it of any particular interest to him. His only job was to get into the house by any means possible and to dispatch of the Torquehelmer. Fine by him.
Bribery and intimidation got him the information he needed, and some careful name-dropping got him entrance to one of the daughter's fancy costume parties that she loved oh-so much and in short order he found himself returning with her to her sleeping quarters. He wore a look of smug victory that the bipedal finch leading him up the stairs failed to notice. Such a simple thing she was; beautiful, yes, but so simple. With only a sparse amount of alcohol and a bit of charisma, Wulfram had her tangled about his fingertips and falling all over herself to get into the bed with him.
Upon reaching the room, Wulfram took her.
Like butter she melted to his will and, with the assistance of a few extra glasses of mine, she succumbed to exhaustion. The alcohol ensured that she would neither awaken while he was finishing up his mission or before he could slip out of the building and the costume he had worn to the party would assure his face would not be one she remembered when news of her father's death reached her ears.
The mission was simple, his performance was flawless and everything had gone exactly as planned; at least, he thought it had.
It would be quite some time later when, at long last, the mistake he'd made all those years ago made itself prevalent during a business visit to the old King's home. He had succeeded in seducing his lovely Highlander and she, with her daughter, had settled into a happy life with him. Wulfram cared as much now as he had back then. That is, until the King flippantly mentioned his 'grandchildren'. Shortly after the King had moved in, the young Finch gave birth to two beautiful babies that were, she was quick to claim, the product of rape. Maternal instincts kept her from being able to rid herself of them but shame compelled her to lock them away from the world.
Wulfram knew the truth the moment he heard the story. With the time frame of their conception, there was no way they were the product of some random rapist's will. No, they were his and there was no way any descendant of his would spend their lives locked away! Of course, that did not mean that Wulfram was about to raise them as his own. Children now would only disrupt his plan but, as always, there would be a use for them.
Once he had parted company from the King, Wulfram turned his sights immediately upon the lovely Finch and the two children she had hidden from him. He wasn't sure what to do with them yet, but he would find something. Following familiar steps, he made his way up the stairs and into the young woman's room, a wicked smile tainting his features...that is, until two sets of big, sweet eyes fell upon him. The two little ones were no older than five and both blinked at him with innocent confusion once the game they'd been playing together had been interrupted. One look at them and the assassin's mind was suddenly over swept by a memory.
An unusual Tugley mage sits at a temporary booth he's set up in the bar, studying Wulfram with a critical eye as they discuss the wares he's gathered to trade. An odd variety of things, and all quiet rare if the mage's words could be taken as truth. Money would not suit his desires, only a trade of some sort.
A slow grin took over Wulfram's features as he peered at the little unwanted ones. He suddenly had a rather perfect idea as to what to do with the little ones.