B7 Avon fic
Servalan swept along the prison corridor, neither glancing left nor right at the cells on either side. The cell inmates fell back silently; gut instinct telling them that importuning this cold, elegant woman would yield them no results.
Servalan stopped outside the final cell, her eyes sparkling with triumph.
“Avon.” The tone of her voice was warm and caressing.
He stood and faced her, neat and tidy in his regulation prison clothes, his hair combed back from the temples.
"Victory is mine, Avon. You will never set foot outside these walls as a free man. Perhaps you could take up drawing - just to while away the years.”
Something flickered behind his eyes and momentarily Servalan felt cold. She shrugged it off, reluctant that anything should spoil this moment.
“But first I have questions for you. And you will give me the answers. For example. Where is Orac?”
Silence.
“Don’t play games with me, Avon. You know you will tell me eventually. Why not save us both a lot of trouble and tell me now?”
“No.”
Servalan smiled unpleasantly. Then she leaned forward, as though inviting confidences.
“Very well. Then tell me about Blake.”
She paused for a heartbeat.
“ What did you do to Blake, Avon? What did you do to him just before the Federation troopers arrived?”
Returning her gaze, he approached the force wall separating them. Although he was calm and collected, once again Servalan could see the madness lurking within.
“Tell me!” she snapped.
“I killed him, Servalan. Then I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”