Post by Vyn on Feb 23, 2008 13:40:50 GMT -5
Warning: Part two contains graphic/semi-graphic murder... Please don't read if this bothers you ^_^;;
Author: Vyn
Characters: Wulram
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 343
(A Heavy Bargain - pt1)
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.
* * *
Author: Vyn
Characters: Wulram (with Imre, Poe, and Parzifal)
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 966
(A Heavy Bargain - pt2)
It wouldn't be until quite some time later when, at long last, the mistake Wulfram had made all those years presented itself once again. He had remained in contact with the old King who had originally hired him and, on the man's request, was there for another job. The King had succeeded in his plan of seducing his lovely Highlander and she, with her lovely, Torquehelm daughter, had settled into a happy life with him.
Wulfram cared as much about the King's family life now as he did back then.
That is, until the King flippantly mentioned his 'grandchildren'. There was a strange glint in the man's eyes as he spoke, as if he knew exactly what he was doing upon mentioning them. Apparently, the young Finch gave birth to a beautiful little shortly after his marriage to her mother and was quick to claim them the product of rape.
"Shame," the King had said with a knowing air that only Wulfram would have caught, "and they're such fetching children to. Part Tugley, even. Don't deserve to be locked away."
Wulfram drank the information in with an air of quiet pleasure without saying a word. They both knew what he would do with it and they both continued on to the original topic of Wulfram's next job without returning to the old subject again. It would be dealt with, of course, as had been the King's intention from the very beginning.
What he didn't know, of course, would be the exact methods the Tugley male would use. He didn't ask questions and Wulfram didn't tell, but the job was always taken care of in a timely manner.
When business was settled with the King, Wulfram turned his sights immediately upon his own personal problems. Such as the Finch and the children she was hiding from him. That would not do. Not at all. No child of his would be treated like that but such an unworthy woman. The crow snorted with displeasure and then swept up the familiar stairs that would lead him up to the Finch's room. The door swung open effortlessly for Wulfram, revealing to him three little faces adorned with wide, terrified eyes. They were no older than five and such broken little things in their cruel bindings, the finch among them especially so. The crow nearly laughed at them and their miserable fates, but he was interrupted by a fourth visitor arriving behind him.
Their mother stood in the door way, as wide-eyed as her children but rooted in her spot by shock and a good dosage of horror. Hr fear billowed up around her, thick and tangible, and at last Wulfram found himself laughing aloud. Delicious. Delicious and broken and so terrified that even the children now realized what danger stood in the center of their room and all around him they broke into awful sobs. That was not what he wanted, too much sobbing and the Finch's mother would come and he could not allow that.
Abruptly he was on her, driving the terrified woman into the wall behind her as his hands ran smoothly along her shoulders up to her neck and her collar of silver gleaming rings. They were strung with lace, painful but mostly ornamental in Wulfram's opinion. His fingers ran gently over a ring, aware that she was saying something -- begging for her life, no doubt -- and the children were screaming and crying in the lack of understanding.
He truly hated them for ruining an otherwise perfect moment.
Amidst all the noise Wulfram was almost eerily silent, eyes glinting as he tore off her bindings one ring at a time. Even with one large hand wrapped tightly around her beak, the Finch still made the most delightful death sounds. The best though, was the sweep of silence that filled the air as her body collapsed in a blood soaked heap upon the plush carpets. Her screams faded into a death gurgle and the children were silent for it, mute as the Tugley demon bled their mother to death. Grinning wickedly, well aware that his human expressions would be twice as hard for a child to understand, Wulfram returned his attention to the children and watched them lurch away in fear.
As quick as he had jumped their mother, Wulfram descended upon the finch child with the cruelest bindings. Her bindings almost resembled her mothers, if only in their ease with which removing them could kill her, and she would be easiest to mold to his will.
"Teke me to ze vashroom, und qvietly now, verstehen sie?"
They didn't, for his accent and the foreign qualities of his language made it near impossible for them, but he tugged very gently at the girl's bindings to make it clear. The terrified finch had no choice but to obey. While her brothers huddled close to each other in their terror, the little finch managed to lead the crow into the washroom so that he could cleanse himself of her mother's blood and ponder, without her knowledge, as to what he should do with his broken spawn.
As the last of the blood washed free of his pale white hands, Wulfram's mind was swept back to another obstacle he'd been stuck on for the last few days.
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 down at the shuddering, sobbing mess of a finch at his feet. He suddenly had a perfect idea as to what to do with the little ones.
Since Part 1 was posted so long ago, I have added it in here as well for reference sake.
Author: Vyn
Characters: Wulram
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 343
(A Heavy Bargain - pt1)
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.
* * *
Author: Vyn
Characters: Wulram (with Imre, Poe, and Parzifal)
Takes Place: Current
Word Count: 966
(A Heavy Bargain - pt2)
It wouldn't be until quite some time later when, at long last, the mistake Wulfram had made all those years presented itself once again. He had remained in contact with the old King who had originally hired him and, on the man's request, was there for another job. The King had succeeded in his plan of seducing his lovely Highlander and she, with her lovely, Torquehelm daughter, had settled into a happy life with him.
Wulfram cared as much about the King's family life now as he did back then.
That is, until the King flippantly mentioned his 'grandchildren'. There was a strange glint in the man's eyes as he spoke, as if he knew exactly what he was doing upon mentioning them. Apparently, the young Finch gave birth to a beautiful little shortly after his marriage to her mother and was quick to claim them the product of rape.
"Shame," the King had said with a knowing air that only Wulfram would have caught, "and they're such fetching children to. Part Tugley, even. Don't deserve to be locked away."
Wulfram drank the information in with an air of quiet pleasure without saying a word. They both knew what he would do with it and they both continued on to the original topic of Wulfram's next job without returning to the old subject again. It would be dealt with, of course, as had been the King's intention from the very beginning.
What he didn't know, of course, would be the exact methods the Tugley male would use. He didn't ask questions and Wulfram didn't tell, but the job was always taken care of in a timely manner.
When business was settled with the King, Wulfram turned his sights immediately upon his own personal problems. Such as the Finch and the children she was hiding from him. That would not do. Not at all. No child of his would be treated like that but such an unworthy woman. The crow snorted with displeasure and then swept up the familiar stairs that would lead him up to the Finch's room. The door swung open effortlessly for Wulfram, revealing to him three little faces adorned with wide, terrified eyes. They were no older than five and such broken little things in their cruel bindings, the finch among them especially so. The crow nearly laughed at them and their miserable fates, but he was interrupted by a fourth visitor arriving behind him.
Their mother stood in the door way, as wide-eyed as her children but rooted in her spot by shock and a good dosage of horror. Hr fear billowed up around her, thick and tangible, and at last Wulfram found himself laughing aloud. Delicious. Delicious and broken and so terrified that even the children now realized what danger stood in the center of their room and all around him they broke into awful sobs. That was not what he wanted, too much sobbing and the Finch's mother would come and he could not allow that.
Abruptly he was on her, driving the terrified woman into the wall behind her as his hands ran smoothly along her shoulders up to her neck and her collar of silver gleaming rings. They were strung with lace, painful but mostly ornamental in Wulfram's opinion. His fingers ran gently over a ring, aware that she was saying something -- begging for her life, no doubt -- and the children were screaming and crying in the lack of understanding.
He truly hated them for ruining an otherwise perfect moment.
Amidst all the noise Wulfram was almost eerily silent, eyes glinting as he tore off her bindings one ring at a time. Even with one large hand wrapped tightly around her beak, the Finch still made the most delightful death sounds. The best though, was the sweep of silence that filled the air as her body collapsed in a blood soaked heap upon the plush carpets. Her screams faded into a death gurgle and the children were silent for it, mute as the Tugley demon bled their mother to death. Grinning wickedly, well aware that his human expressions would be twice as hard for a child to understand, Wulfram returned his attention to the children and watched them lurch away in fear.
As quick as he had jumped their mother, Wulfram descended upon the finch child with the cruelest bindings. Her bindings almost resembled her mothers, if only in their ease with which removing them could kill her, and she would be easiest to mold to his will.
"Teke me to ze vashroom, und qvietly now, verstehen sie?"
They didn't, for his accent and the foreign qualities of his language made it near impossible for them, but he tugged very gently at the girl's bindings to make it clear. The terrified finch had no choice but to obey. While her brothers huddled close to each other in their terror, the little finch managed to lead the crow into the washroom so that he could cleanse himself of her mother's blood and ponder, without her knowledge, as to what he should do with his broken spawn.
As the last of the blood washed free of his pale white hands, Wulfram's mind was swept back to another obstacle he'd been stuck on for the last few days.
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 down at the shuddering, sobbing mess of a finch at his feet. He suddenly had a perfect idea as to what to do with the little ones.
