The Widow Killer pro/23
Title: The Widow Killer
Chapter/part: pro
Author: Saga “sagaluthien” Pettersson
Rating: NC-17 (I think)
Characters: OFC, Orlando
Warnings: AU
Beta: Kelly
Series/Sequel: None as of yet.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I’ve written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actresses, or characters). I have written it only for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and to see if I'm good at all at getting things together. This isn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Feedback: Who wouldn’t want any?
Feedback address: crowesaga@hotmail.com or saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Archive: sagas_stories, If I haven’t posted it anywhere myself please ask first
Website: None
Author’s note: This story will from the first Chapter be posted under Friends lock, so if you want to follow this you have to let me know to friend you back.
Summary: Someone, that been called the Widow Killer has tried to kill Brandy DeValentino, and she is now under witness protection. It is Christmas Eve and Detective Orlando Bloom is the one that shall care for her. Not only does he have to do his work, but he is confronted with dark memories of his own.
Prologue
Brandy DeValentino stood in the small observing room behind a dark one way mirror and held her brother-in-law Lorenzo's hand. The stale smell of cigarettes and sweat turned her mild morning sickness into something much worse.
Two police and a district attorney stood close to her, and the family DeValentino's family lawyer stood on the other side of Lorenzo. She was the only woman in the room, a realization that made her get an unexplainable lump of fear in her throat. Inexplicable because she, as they told her all morning, shouldn’t be worried. She was surrounded by nice people.
“I think I need to throw up,” she whispered to her deceased husband's brother and held her free hand over her pregnant stomach.
Lorenzo squeezed, calming her hand and whispered in her ear, “Hold out for a few more minutes, Brandy.”
Before Brandy was able to understand “Let’s start,” said a male voice. who had spoken the dark wall lit up. She gasped in, surprised, even though she had been told how the one way mirror worked.
Six men, that each holding a paper plate with a number on it, looked straight at her through the dirty, streaked partition wall mirror.
She took a step back and held Lorenzo’s sticky hand harder. Her common sense said he could not see her, but the reaction wasn’t rational - it was physical. Her pulse was like a pneumatic drill and disturbed the little living person she was carrying.
She stood eye to eye with the widow killer. As his only living victim, she had a responsibility to identify him.
Her eyes went directly to him. She would never forget his small face with the prominent chin, well trimmed hair, small, cross-eyed eyes as long as she lived. Or his hands. She shrugged. The bony hands that had been around her neck. Now they held the plate with the number two.
For a moment, she was brought back in time, when she felt his heavy body pressed against hers, heard his voice in her ear and felt the barrel on his pistol against one of her temples. Lorenzo’s fingers squeezed hers and the gesture made her eyes water of gratitude. He had been so helpful to her since Steven's accident, and even more since the attack. She choked back a sob.
“Take all the time you need,” said the lawyer.
“I don’t need any time.” She made an effort to sound calm and strong.
Lorenzo stiffened beside her, “Don’t push it. I know you're scared.”
“It’s number two.”
Brandy heard the rustle of the policemen’s coats when they moved. Did they loosen up of relief or did they move because they were worried? It didn’t matter. She was right.
“Number two,” she repeated distinctly.
The district attorney, Brad Weasley, moved to the door behind them. “Thank you very much, Mrs. DeValentino. I’m sorry we had to put you through this.”
Meanwhile, the men moved to let her leave the room first, Lorenzo stopped in front of Weasley.
“Will Brandy's identification mean that this monster will be condemned for murder?” he asked.
Weasley shook his head. “We still haven’t any concrete evidence that he had a pistol, and we can not tie him to the other three victims.”
“So he will go free?” Lorenzo said with loud voice.
“We will be able to prosecute him for trying of robbery and assault.”
“They have probably done everything they can, Lorenzo.” Brandy breathed in the chilly air. It made her nausea better to get out from the room, and away from him.
“Thank you, Mr Weasley.”
She kept hold around Lorenzo's hand and pushed forward a smile to the district attorney before she turned to her brother-in-law. Lorenzo had dark circles under his eyes and the artificial sunburn couldn’t hide his double chin. But his likeness with her husband sent a stitch of sorrow through her even though it was six month since Steven's helicopter crashed. Lorenzo was the DeValentino family’s black sheep, but he had always been nice to her.
“Lorenzo, I don’t know how to thank you…” she started, but suddenly he stiffened. His eyes were focused behind her and the color drained from his face. “What is it?” Her heart fluttered and the valuable life inside her kicked restlessly.
He put his arm around her waist. “Let’s walk away from here,” he hissed and dragged her towards the exit.
Brandy made resistance and instead followed his upset gaze. “Oh, no.” she whispered. The terror drew the air from her lungs. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t move.
In hand cuffs and lead by two police officers, came the man that had attacked her - The widow killer, Hans Deverell.
“They promised…” she whispered. “They promised he wouldn’t come close to me.”
Like he had heard her, Deverell looked right at them and smiled, a ugly grimace that clouded her with fear. The taller of the police officers cursed, pulled Deverell and led him back the same way they had come. Lorenzo pulled her close to him, but her body shivered of the unpleasant experience.
“Come now, Brandy.”
The fear bubbled up inside her and threatened to come in a shout. She pressed her jaws and reminded herself that she was safe. She was with Lorenzo. Deverell was in custody.
She let Lorenzo lead her out to his car. She had rather wanted Steven's arms around her, or her twin sister's calming embrace. But her husband was dead, her sister was spending the last week in September in Banff, and her parents were in Paris for the autumn fashion showing.
She was lucky that she could count on Lorenzo.
Ps, If you good on to make story banners I would be very happy to get one for this.
Chapter/part: pro
Author: Saga “sagaluthien” Pettersson
Rating: NC-17 (I think)
Characters: OFC, Orlando
Warnings: AU
Beta: Kelly
Series/Sequel: None as of yet.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I’ve written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actresses, or characters). I have written it only for my own amusement and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and to see if I'm good at all at getting things together. This isn't done to try to make any money off of it.
Feedback: Who wouldn’t want any?
Feedback address: crowesaga@hotmail.com or saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Archive: sagas_stories, If I haven’t posted it anywhere myself please ask first
Website: None
Author’s note: This story will from the first Chapter be posted under Friends lock, so if you want to follow this you have to let me know to friend you back.
Summary: Someone, that been called the Widow Killer has tried to kill Brandy DeValentino, and she is now under witness protection. It is Christmas Eve and Detective Orlando Bloom is the one that shall care for her. Not only does he have to do his work, but he is confronted with dark memories of his own.
Prologue
Brandy DeValentino stood in the small observing room behind a dark one way mirror and held her brother-in-law Lorenzo's hand. The stale smell of cigarettes and sweat turned her mild morning sickness into something much worse.
Two police and a district attorney stood close to her, and the family DeValentino's family lawyer stood on the other side of Lorenzo. She was the only woman in the room, a realization that made her get an unexplainable lump of fear in her throat. Inexplicable because she, as they told her all morning, shouldn’t be worried. She was surrounded by nice people.
“I think I need to throw up,” she whispered to her deceased husband's brother and held her free hand over her pregnant stomach.
Lorenzo squeezed, calming her hand and whispered in her ear, “Hold out for a few more minutes, Brandy.”
Before Brandy was able to understand “Let’s start,” said a male voice. who had spoken the dark wall lit up. She gasped in, surprised, even though she had been told how the one way mirror worked.
Six men, that each holding a paper plate with a number on it, looked straight at her through the dirty, streaked partition wall mirror.
She took a step back and held Lorenzo’s sticky hand harder. Her common sense said he could not see her, but the reaction wasn’t rational - it was physical. Her pulse was like a pneumatic drill and disturbed the little living person she was carrying.
She stood eye to eye with the widow killer. As his only living victim, she had a responsibility to identify him.
Her eyes went directly to him. She would never forget his small face with the prominent chin, well trimmed hair, small, cross-eyed eyes as long as she lived. Or his hands. She shrugged. The bony hands that had been around her neck. Now they held the plate with the number two.
For a moment, she was brought back in time, when she felt his heavy body pressed against hers, heard his voice in her ear and felt the barrel on his pistol against one of her temples. Lorenzo’s fingers squeezed hers and the gesture made her eyes water of gratitude. He had been so helpful to her since Steven's accident, and even more since the attack. She choked back a sob.
“Take all the time you need,” said the lawyer.
“I don’t need any time.” She made an effort to sound calm and strong.
Lorenzo stiffened beside her, “Don’t push it. I know you're scared.”
“It’s number two.”
Brandy heard the rustle of the policemen’s coats when they moved. Did they loosen up of relief or did they move because they were worried? It didn’t matter. She was right.
“Number two,” she repeated distinctly.
The district attorney, Brad Weasley, moved to the door behind them. “Thank you very much, Mrs. DeValentino. I’m sorry we had to put you through this.”
Meanwhile, the men moved to let her leave the room first, Lorenzo stopped in front of Weasley.
“Will Brandy's identification mean that this monster will be condemned for murder?” he asked.
Weasley shook his head. “We still haven’t any concrete evidence that he had a pistol, and we can not tie him to the other three victims.”
“So he will go free?” Lorenzo said with loud voice.
“We will be able to prosecute him for trying of robbery and assault.”
“They have probably done everything they can, Lorenzo.” Brandy breathed in the chilly air. It made her nausea better to get out from the room, and away from him.
“Thank you, Mr Weasley.”
She kept hold around Lorenzo's hand and pushed forward a smile to the district attorney before she turned to her brother-in-law. Lorenzo had dark circles under his eyes and the artificial sunburn couldn’t hide his double chin. But his likeness with her husband sent a stitch of sorrow through her even though it was six month since Steven's helicopter crashed. Lorenzo was the DeValentino family’s black sheep, but he had always been nice to her.
“Lorenzo, I don’t know how to thank you…” she started, but suddenly he stiffened. His eyes were focused behind her and the color drained from his face. “What is it?” Her heart fluttered and the valuable life inside her kicked restlessly.
He put his arm around her waist. “Let’s walk away from here,” he hissed and dragged her towards the exit.
Brandy made resistance and instead followed his upset gaze. “Oh, no.” she whispered. The terror drew the air from her lungs. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t move.
In hand cuffs and lead by two police officers, came the man that had attacked her - The widow killer, Hans Deverell.
“They promised…” she whispered. “They promised he wouldn’t come close to me.”
Like he had heard her, Deverell looked right at them and smiled, a ugly grimace that clouded her with fear. The taller of the police officers cursed, pulled Deverell and led him back the same way they had come. Lorenzo pulled her close to him, but her body shivered of the unpleasant experience.
“Come now, Brandy.”
The fear bubbled up inside her and threatened to come in a shout. She pressed her jaws and reminded herself that she was safe. She was with Lorenzo. Deverell was in custody.
She let Lorenzo lead her out to his car. She had rather wanted Steven's arms around her, or her twin sister's calming embrace. But her husband was dead, her sister was spending the last week in September in Banff, and her parents were in Paris for the autumn fashion showing.
She was lucky that she could count on Lorenzo.
Ps, If you good on to make story banners I would be very happy to get one for this.