"In Cold Blood"
By: Tsukasa Usa-chan@GO
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“Cecil h-help me!” blood drenched hands reached for her, purple glazed with pain and fear. “Cecil,…. It h-hurts” a normally strong voice was weak with lose of blood, blood that covered the forest floor staining the grass and sinking into the earth turning it an ugly brownish red. The metallic smell of blood hung in the air, the blonde witch ran over the crown that decorated her head falling off and bouncing across the floor unnoticed.
“Remus! Oh my darling Remus! Who did this to you?” the blonde demanded tears filling her deep blue eyes. He was already too far gone she knew this there was no way she could save him. Blood seeped through the fingers she held uselessly to his side to stop the flow of blood. The knight who had done this was cruel. Instead of putting the man out of his misery he had instead mortally wounded him and left him to die in the middle of the forest. Her breath caught in her throat a sob threatening.
Remus, her darling slave coughed up blood unable to talk, ever since she had found him a few years ago he had been the light of her life. He made her happy to be taken away so cruelly tore her heart out. “Cecil… I… love…you” those were the last words he could get out before the coughing up of blood prevented even talking. Instead of bleeding out he ended up drowning in the blood that filled his mouth, blood he was too weak to spit out. Cecil stayed with him, it took fifteen minutes of agony for her beloved slave to die, time she spent holding him stroking the light brown blonde hair dyed red with his own blood.
Tears blinded her sobs wracking her slender body, she didn’t move until the body had turned cold in death, the blood drying on her hands and dress forever staining it crimson with the blood of her dead love.
Cecil jerked awake with a gasp unbridled rage burning in her breast. It had only been a week since she had buried her Remus after those guards murdered him. Revenge was all that drove her forward. Getting out of bed she washed her face and hands in the little basin that sat near her bed. Picking up a plain wooden brush she brushed out her long golden hair until it feel in a smooth waterfall of molten gold down her back. Her plans would soon come to true, using dark magic she had never used before she had found out that the death of her Remus was the work of three knights. Knights that in the end would feel her rage, feel the pain they put her pet through. Looking around the small cottage she had once shared with Remus she felt tears p***k the corners of her eyes, no more would she see him sitting at the table with a dinner he had made for her, or adding wood to their small fireplace to keep the chilly air out. Taking the grief she pushed it aside, locking it away into a corner of her mind and letting the rage take over. If she let herself feel sad she would never get out of bed. It was anger she needed now, anger would give her the drive she needed to get the due revenge Remus deserved. Unnoticed by the blonde witch a dark smile had flitted over her face giving her a demented look.
It took her a few days to track down the whereabouts of the first knight. It was how she found herself outside a dark dirty pub that night. The noise spilled out into the streets, shouts of men gambling, the occasional squeal of a serving girl that had been grabbed inappropriately followed by loud booming laughter from the man who had done the grabbing. A rude drunken tune overrode all the other noises and it was on this note that she went into the tavern. A carefully placed scarf covered her hair so as not to draw attention to herself, instead of her usual attire she wore some of Remus’s old clothes it hung off her slender body but gave the impression of a boy which was what she was going for. Blue eyes scanned the room and finally found the man she sought sitting at a table with one of the others knights in the middle of a card game, a serving wench sat on his lap giggling like a fool. Cecil sneered at the scene, both men were obviously drunk and while she hadn’t planned on catching two in one spot it saved her time.
This would have to be approached carefully, she didn’t want to succeed only to be stopped before she could find the third and final guard, the guard who had wounded her Remus while the other two laughed and held him unable to protect himself. Taking a table for herself she watched the men become drunker and drunker as the night wore on, Cecil sat at her little table nursing a mug of lemonade eyes locked on the two men. Eventually as the place began to empty the men and their companions stumbled out talking slurred and annoyingly loud. Tossing a few coins on the table to pay for the lemonade she followed them outside keeping to the shadows so as not to be seen. Down an ally she stalked the four, clenching her small hands into fists she made daggers appear six circling above her head.
An invisible hand forced the woman at the men’s sides away throwing them against the wall and holding them in place. The men turned to see a dark vision the scarf had fallen free of her hair which swirled around her head in an invisible storm. Fear engulfed them and they fumbled for their weapons. Weapons that were striped from their hold and thrown into the darkness, the daggers now circled them on all sides a ring of death they had no way of escaping. A small smile graced the woman’s full lips there was no remorse for their imminent death in her eyes just a growing satisfaction that soon her love would be avenged.
With a soft word of command and a quick flick of her wrist she plunged the daggers into the men, one in the head, one in the chest, and a final one in the groin. It was overkill after the first daggers had plunged into their faces and hearts but it was a emasculation that she felt was sorely needed. The woman screamed soundlessly kept silent by the spell that kept them bound. As they weren’t the ones she was after she let them drop to the ground and put them to sleep near the bodies of the men she had just slain. With no backward glances she turned away and made her way back towards the little inn she was staying at. The trip here had taken her three towns away from her cottage. Paying for a bath and a meal she went up to her room.
Her dreams as they had been since the death of Remus were always the same, the reliving of his death over and over again and as always she couldn’t save him. Only this night the dream was different from the others.
Remus a ghost of his former self floated over the top of his body looking down on Cecil with a sad smile. “My love you must let me go, stop this futile pursuit. Nothing is going to bring me back and I want you to be happy. Let me be at peace” his voice was a mere whisper but still she heard it clearly resonating in her head.
“But they killed you, they must pay” her voice was insistent reaching out for the ghostly form only to have him drift just out of reach, forever out of reach.
“To what end? You kill them yes but then what? It won’t change anything I will still be dead. Let this go and move on” he continued reaching out a insubstantial hand to caress her cheek. The touch was cold no more than a breath of wind.
“I’ve already killed two though Remus, just one more and I will be able to move on. This is for you!” she called out after the retreating form. Her slave smiled sadly shaking his head as he drifted into the tree’s disappearing from sight. “Remus!” her voice echoed in the empty air met by nothing but silence.
“I can’t give this up Remus! I will avenge you I made a promise!”
It took Cecil about a month to locate the last of the knights. She hadn’t had a dream like the one she had a month ago since that night. It niggled at her conscious but she pushed it aside intent upon her goal. Snow fell blanketing the village in white, making it appear softer, cleaner when underneath it was dark, dirty, a small stop on the way to the main city. Her final target was on his way back to the castle, she had been trailing him for a week now trying for her chance and failing but somehow she felt tonight was the night. She would finish the job. Her prey was on his way back to the inn after a night spent at the pub spending the few meager coins he had left, it didn’t matter he would be back at the castle tomorrow.
The blonde witch smiled a cruel smile, this one would suffer for the pain he caused her Remus. Out of the corner of her eye she saw an apparition, Remus In all his ghostly glory floated on the roof over the knight’s head watching her, a sad smile on his face. The sight of her slave’s ghost stopped her only a moment. Forcing herself to ignore him she turned all her attention on the man walking towards her. Daggers lay on the ground at her feet waiting for their target to get a bit closer.
When he was finally close enough she lifted the daggers and sent them flying, two entered his hands with such force the burly man hit the wall behind him the daggers pinning him to it. His cry of pain was silenced when his head slammed into the wall dazing him. Cecil walked closer the remaining daggers trailing after her glinting in the dim light the street lamps offered. Hatred burned in her blue eyes as she got closer to the man who had ultimately taken her Remus away from her. Making the other two daggers disappear she gripped the final one in a steady hand.
Remus floated over the pinned man watching his beloved sadly. Didn’t she know this would do nothing, had he not told her. She would hold onto this always in hope he would come back to her. This he knew.
“Feel the pain you made Remus feel you b*****d” she hissed slicing into the tender flesh of his stomach spilling his innards. It was the same wound dealt to Remus and he would die the same way in pain. The pain roused the man enough to scream a horrible cry of pain that was quickly muffled by a well placed gag. It wouldn’t do to have anyone come running to help this man. Smiling she took a seat on a crate watching as his blood dripped out onto the cobblestones beneath his pinned form. The knight struggled fruitlessly to free himself but soon the loose of blood made him too weak to do more than lift his head to look at the girl sitting so calmly watching him die.
“Well Remus… it’s done” she said to no one in particular. The ghost had disappeared if he had ever been there in the first place. The deed was done, so why didn’t she feel any different? All she felt was empty. What was left now?
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“Cecil h-help me!” blood drenched hands reached for her, purple glazed with pain and fear. “Cecil,…. It h-hurts” a normally strong voice was weak with lose of blood, blood that covered the forest floor staining the grass and sinking into the earth turning it an ugly brownish red. The metallic smell of blood hung in the air, the blonde witch ran over the crown that decorated her head falling off and bouncing across the floor unnoticed.
“Remus! Oh my darling Remus! Who did this to you?” the blonde demanded tears filling her deep blue eyes. He was already too far gone she knew this there was no way she could save him. Blood seeped through the fingers she held uselessly to his side to stop the flow of blood. The knight who had done this was cruel. Instead of putting the man out of his misery he had instead mortally wounded him and left him to die in the middle of the forest. Her breath caught in her throat a sob threatening.
Remus, her darling slave coughed up blood unable to talk, ever since she had found him a few years ago he had been the light of her life. He made her happy to be taken away so cruelly tore her heart out. “Cecil… I… love…you” those were the last words he could get out before the coughing up of blood prevented even talking. Instead of bleeding out he ended up drowning in the blood that filled his mouth, blood he was too weak to spit out. Cecil stayed with him, it took fifteen minutes of agony for her beloved slave to die, time she spent holding him stroking the light brown blonde hair dyed red with his own blood.
Tears blinded her sobs wracking her slender body, she didn’t move until the body had turned cold in death, the blood drying on her hands and dress forever staining it crimson with the blood of her dead love.
Cecil jerked awake with a gasp unbridled rage burning in her breast. It had only been a week since she had buried her Remus after those guards murdered him. Revenge was all that drove her forward. Getting out of bed she washed her face and hands in the little basin that sat near her bed. Picking up a plain wooden brush she brushed out her long golden hair until it feel in a smooth waterfall of molten gold down her back. Her plans would soon come to true, using dark magic she had never used before she had found out that the death of her Remus was the work of three knights. Knights that in the end would feel her rage, feel the pain they put her pet through. Looking around the small cottage she had once shared with Remus she felt tears p***k the corners of her eyes, no more would she see him sitting at the table with a dinner he had made for her, or adding wood to their small fireplace to keep the chilly air out. Taking the grief she pushed it aside, locking it away into a corner of her mind and letting the rage take over. If she let herself feel sad she would never get out of bed. It was anger she needed now, anger would give her the drive she needed to get the due revenge Remus deserved. Unnoticed by the blonde witch a dark smile had flitted over her face giving her a demented look.
It took her a few days to track down the whereabouts of the first knight. It was how she found herself outside a dark dirty pub that night. The noise spilled out into the streets, shouts of men gambling, the occasional squeal of a serving girl that had been grabbed inappropriately followed by loud booming laughter from the man who had done the grabbing. A rude drunken tune overrode all the other noises and it was on this note that she went into the tavern. A carefully placed scarf covered her hair so as not to draw attention to herself, instead of her usual attire she wore some of Remus’s old clothes it hung off her slender body but gave the impression of a boy which was what she was going for. Blue eyes scanned the room and finally found the man she sought sitting at a table with one of the others knights in the middle of a card game, a serving wench sat on his lap giggling like a fool. Cecil sneered at the scene, both men were obviously drunk and while she hadn’t planned on catching two in one spot it saved her time.
This would have to be approached carefully, she didn’t want to succeed only to be stopped before she could find the third and final guard, the guard who had wounded her Remus while the other two laughed and held him unable to protect himself. Taking a table for herself she watched the men become drunker and drunker as the night wore on, Cecil sat at her little table nursing a mug of lemonade eyes locked on the two men. Eventually as the place began to empty the men and their companions stumbled out talking slurred and annoyingly loud. Tossing a few coins on the table to pay for the lemonade she followed them outside keeping to the shadows so as not to be seen. Down an ally she stalked the four, clenching her small hands into fists she made daggers appear six circling above her head.
An invisible hand forced the woman at the men’s sides away throwing them against the wall and holding them in place. The men turned to see a dark vision the scarf had fallen free of her hair which swirled around her head in an invisible storm. Fear engulfed them and they fumbled for their weapons. Weapons that were striped from their hold and thrown into the darkness, the daggers now circled them on all sides a ring of death they had no way of escaping. A small smile graced the woman’s full lips there was no remorse for their imminent death in her eyes just a growing satisfaction that soon her love would be avenged.
With a soft word of command and a quick flick of her wrist she plunged the daggers into the men, one in the head, one in the chest, and a final one in the groin. It was overkill after the first daggers had plunged into their faces and hearts but it was a emasculation that she felt was sorely needed. The woman screamed soundlessly kept silent by the spell that kept them bound. As they weren’t the ones she was after she let them drop to the ground and put them to sleep near the bodies of the men she had just slain. With no backward glances she turned away and made her way back towards the little inn she was staying at. The trip here had taken her three towns away from her cottage. Paying for a bath and a meal she went up to her room.
Her dreams as they had been since the death of Remus were always the same, the reliving of his death over and over again and as always she couldn’t save him. Only this night the dream was different from the others.
Remus a ghost of his former self floated over the top of his body looking down on Cecil with a sad smile. “My love you must let me go, stop this futile pursuit. Nothing is going to bring me back and I want you to be happy. Let me be at peace” his voice was a mere whisper but still she heard it clearly resonating in her head.
“But they killed you, they must pay” her voice was insistent reaching out for the ghostly form only to have him drift just out of reach, forever out of reach.
“To what end? You kill them yes but then what? It won’t change anything I will still be dead. Let this go and move on” he continued reaching out a insubstantial hand to caress her cheek. The touch was cold no more than a breath of wind.
“I’ve already killed two though Remus, just one more and I will be able to move on. This is for you!” she called out after the retreating form. Her slave smiled sadly shaking his head as he drifted into the tree’s disappearing from sight. “Remus!” her voice echoed in the empty air met by nothing but silence.
“I can’t give this up Remus! I will avenge you I made a promise!”
It took Cecil about a month to locate the last of the knights. She hadn’t had a dream like the one she had a month ago since that night. It niggled at her conscious but she pushed it aside intent upon her goal. Snow fell blanketing the village in white, making it appear softer, cleaner when underneath it was dark, dirty, a small stop on the way to the main city. Her final target was on his way back to the castle, she had been trailing him for a week now trying for her chance and failing but somehow she felt tonight was the night. She would finish the job. Her prey was on his way back to the inn after a night spent at the pub spending the few meager coins he had left, it didn’t matter he would be back at the castle tomorrow.
The blonde witch smiled a cruel smile, this one would suffer for the pain he caused her Remus. Out of the corner of her eye she saw an apparition, Remus In all his ghostly glory floated on the roof over the knight’s head watching her, a sad smile on his face. The sight of her slave’s ghost stopped her only a moment. Forcing herself to ignore him she turned all her attention on the man walking towards her. Daggers lay on the ground at her feet waiting for their target to get a bit closer.
When he was finally close enough she lifted the daggers and sent them flying, two entered his hands with such force the burly man hit the wall behind him the daggers pinning him to it. His cry of pain was silenced when his head slammed into the wall dazing him. Cecil walked closer the remaining daggers trailing after her glinting in the dim light the street lamps offered. Hatred burned in her blue eyes as she got closer to the man who had ultimately taken her Remus away from her. Making the other two daggers disappear she gripped the final one in a steady hand.
Remus floated over the pinned man watching his beloved sadly. Didn’t she know this would do nothing, had he not told her. She would hold onto this always in hope he would come back to her. This he knew.
“Feel the pain you made Remus feel you b*****d” she hissed slicing into the tender flesh of his stomach spilling his innards. It was the same wound dealt to Remus and he would die the same way in pain. The pain roused the man enough to scream a horrible cry of pain that was quickly muffled by a well placed gag. It wouldn’t do to have anyone come running to help this man. Smiling she took a seat on a crate watching as his blood dripped out onto the cobblestones beneath his pinned form. The knight struggled fruitlessly to free himself but soon the loose of blood made him too weak to do more than lift his head to look at the girl sitting so calmly watching him die.
“Well Remus… it’s done” she said to no one in particular. The ghost had disappeared if he had ever been there in the first place. The deed was done, so why didn’t she feel any different? All she felt was empty. What was left now?