Death With Humour - For Snowman
Happens after this...
"Tell him that I will do as he wishes, and I am here to serve."
Alexandre hung up his cellphone, and waited. From his vantage point over the cabin, deep in the woods, the Frenchman could not help but roll his eyes to the heavens, wondering how these Watchers had managed to survive for thousands of years. This location? No soldier or mercenary would ever choose this place. It was too remote for escape, but exposed on all sides to any kind of intruder. At first, Alex thought that perhaps it was a trap. However, his examination of the property showed no hidden forces, and no reinforcements. At one point, a vehicle had driven up, but the men inside carried out food and drink, laughing and seeming to celebrate.
So...this is just a party.
Alexandre's sneer of contempt didn't reflect the cold fury within him. These bastards...these Watchers? They were obviously celebrating the "death" of Hsu Danmei. He could hardly wait to illuminate them as to the survival of the Immortal they sought to destroy. No doubt they believed that they had the power to exterminate any Immortal that failed to measure up to their holy standards.
Alexandre du Pont had been a loyal friend to Hsu Danmei since they had both served Richard III, and they shared many of the same views on the world. Once Hsu had become a financial force, he had help Alex retain his holding, and to strengthen his wealth with wise investments. Now, Alex had his sword ready to repay that loyalty and trust, wiping out just one small hive of wasps...buzzing around, so sure of their victory. Such overconfidence invariably leads to sloppiness, and this small band of fools would find out, too late, that their celebration was ill timed, to say the least.
Dressed in his leathers, with a long, fur trimmed coat, he climbed up to sit in the crook of a tree, a sturdy perch that was likely not as old as he was. He thought about bringing Tess along, but felt that his student was not yet ready for this kind of killing. No...better to keep her protected from the reality of Immortality while she trained more.
He would wait...and he would watch...until his backup arrived. It was early, still. They would take the building in the cold darkness of night, when the drink and food had lulled the Watchers into comfortable relaxation. Then, he would rain Hell upon them, courtesy of Lord Hsu Danmei.
It would be for his friend, and for all Immortals. The unification of Immortals was growing, an unintended by-product of Watcher philosophy. The irony was sweet, indeed.
"Tell him that I will do as he wishes, and I am here to serve."
Alexandre hung up his cellphone, and waited. From his vantage point over the cabin, deep in the woods, the Frenchman could not help but roll his eyes to the heavens, wondering how these Watchers had managed to survive for thousands of years. This location? No soldier or mercenary would ever choose this place. It was too remote for escape, but exposed on all sides to any kind of intruder. At first, Alex thought that perhaps it was a trap. However, his examination of the property showed no hidden forces, and no reinforcements. At one point, a vehicle had driven up, but the men inside carried out food and drink, laughing and seeming to celebrate.
So...this is just a party.
Alexandre's sneer of contempt didn't reflect the cold fury within him. These bastards...these Watchers? They were obviously celebrating the "death" of Hsu Danmei. He could hardly wait to illuminate them as to the survival of the Immortal they sought to destroy. No doubt they believed that they had the power to exterminate any Immortal that failed to measure up to their holy standards.
Alexandre du Pont had been a loyal friend to Hsu Danmei since they had both served Richard III, and they shared many of the same views on the world. Once Hsu had become a financial force, he had help Alex retain his holding, and to strengthen his wealth with wise investments. Now, Alex had his sword ready to repay that loyalty and trust, wiping out just one small hive of wasps...buzzing around, so sure of their victory. Such overconfidence invariably leads to sloppiness, and this small band of fools would find out, too late, that their celebration was ill timed, to say the least.
Dressed in his leathers, with a long, fur trimmed coat, he climbed up to sit in the crook of a tree, a sturdy perch that was likely not as old as he was. He thought about bringing Tess along, but felt that his student was not yet ready for this kind of killing. No...better to keep her protected from the reality of Immortality while she trained more.
He would wait...and he would watch...until his backup arrived. It was early, still. They would take the building in the cold darkness of night, when the drink and food had lulled the Watchers into comfortable relaxation. Then, he would rain Hell upon them, courtesy of Lord Hsu Danmei.
It would be for his friend, and for all Immortals. The unification of Immortals was growing, an unintended by-product of Watcher philosophy. The irony was sweet, indeed.