Monday Maunderings.
More of my Deathless Prose!
Is anyone still reading these? Anyway, this takes place after the results of this--which you can probably guess weren't too good for Ben, although he finally got a bit of his own back after weeks of torment. "Helpless" is relative, I guess. Fear the man who has nothing left to lose.
And, go:
It would never be a good evening again. Angeline stood there, bereft, shoulders slumped. Perez found her a few minutes later and steered her towards a table. He pressed a drink into her hand. "You knew this day was coming."
"Aye." She looked at him over the rim of her glass.
"You were supposed to tell me when he was this close to breaking," Perez said, his tone slightly accusatory.
"I would have, had I thought he was." And she realized... "Saints preserve us."
"What?"
"He didn't break," she said slowly.
"He killed two people and maimed a third before we stopped him--"
"Don't be ridiculous; nobody stopped him. He attacked vampires who had it coming, stopped himself, and would have suicided had the bouncers not arrived." When had her hands started shaking? "I'd venture to say that he was farther from breaking just now than he has been since I won my wager. He was in complete control for this."
"If that's what control looks like from where you're sitting, maybe we should have a psych evaluation done on you." Perez frowned. "And if he was still under control, then you fell down on the job, big time."
She shook her head and actually smiled. "I am under no delusions that I ever 'controlled' him." The smile turned sad. "Quite the other way 'round, probably."
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Is anyone still reading these? Anyway, this takes place after the results of this--which you can probably guess weren't too good for Ben, although he finally got a bit of his own back after weeks of torment. "Helpless" is relative, I guess. Fear the man who has nothing left to lose.
And, go:
It would never be a good evening again. Angeline stood there, bereft, shoulders slumped. Perez found her a few minutes later and steered her towards a table. He pressed a drink into her hand. "You knew this day was coming."
"Aye." She looked at him over the rim of her glass.
"You were supposed to tell me when he was this close to breaking," Perez said, his tone slightly accusatory.
"I would have, had I thought he was." And she realized... "Saints preserve us."
"What?"
"He didn't break," she said slowly.
"He killed two people and maimed a third before we stopped him--"
"Don't be ridiculous; nobody stopped him. He attacked vampires who had it coming, stopped himself, and would have suicided had the bouncers not arrived." When had her hands started shaking? "I'd venture to say that he was farther from breaking just now than he has been since I won my wager. He was in complete control for this."
"If that's what control looks like from where you're sitting, maybe we should have a psych evaluation done on you." Perez frowned. "And if he was still under control, then you fell down on the job, big time."
She shook her head and actually smiled. "I am under no delusions that I ever 'controlled' him." The smile turned sad. "Quite the other way 'round, probably."
You know I love it when you comment.