Tabula Rasa: Chapter 1
Alright, I'm gonna switch gears and go all dark and angsty here, which I love just a little too much for it to be healthy ;) This is a fic idea I've had for about a month now, and I finally found time to run with it. It takes place around the "Necrodrome" ep, and possibly a few eps right before it.
* I do not own the BT series characters. They belong to a much-more talented individual. I am however, more than willing to take credit for characters/scenarios not featured in the books or television series. Not making any money. No copyright infringement intended*
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Tabula Rasa
The cloth creaked in protest as her fingers wrapped around it in a vice-like grip. The white of her knuckles stood out in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness of the alleyway, as she watched him carry on with the woman in the glasses. Blood began to seep out from between her fingers, which had long since gone numb, but she took no notice.
Her full attention was riveted on the man who had first treated her so tenderly, and had then tossed her aside like she was nothing more than yesterday’s garbage. Well, she wasn’t garbage, and he was about to learn that valuable little lesson in the most painful way possible. She swore this to any devils or demons that might be within earshot-she doubted that God-or any god, for that matter-had anything to do with what she had planned for him.
As she watched, he leaned in and began to nuzzle the other woman’s face in an obvious invitation. The cloth fell away from nerveless fingers and lay unnoticed among the filth at her feet.
The woman ignored his advances and attempted to direct his attention back to the laptop set out before her.
She laughed despite herself; and people had the nerve to say that she was too preoccupied with her work! Well, she’d show them what fruits working overtime could bear with the right amount of persistence. And let’s not forget revenge, her brain added as she focused back on the couple. We mustn’t forget about that.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the front steps of the office building and began to set off down the street towards his condo. He paused and turned back after a few steps, appeared to be engaged in some inner struggle, turned back towards the office, paused again, thought better about it, and eventually turned towards home with a frustrated sigh.
Well, well, well. So Henry Fitzroy is in love; how sweet. Her eyes gleamed triumphantly with this new development. If her initial plan should somehow fail, she could always use this other woman as a means to get to him. She tracked his movements as he veered left down a side street and disappeared from view. As she watched him, the fingers of her uninjured hand lovingly stroked a small, smooth object.
“Soon, Henry. Very soon.”
* I do not own the BT series characters. They belong to a much-more talented individual. I am however, more than willing to take credit for characters/scenarios not featured in the books or television series. Not making any money. No copyright infringement intended*
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Tabula Rasa
The cloth creaked in protest as her fingers wrapped around it in a vice-like grip. The white of her knuckles stood out in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness of the alleyway, as she watched him carry on with the woman in the glasses. Blood began to seep out from between her fingers, which had long since gone numb, but she took no notice.
Her full attention was riveted on the man who had first treated her so tenderly, and had then tossed her aside like she was nothing more than yesterday’s garbage. Well, she wasn’t garbage, and he was about to learn that valuable little lesson in the most painful way possible. She swore this to any devils or demons that might be within earshot-she doubted that God-or any god, for that matter-had anything to do with what she had planned for him.
As she watched, he leaned in and began to nuzzle the other woman’s face in an obvious invitation. The cloth fell away from nerveless fingers and lay unnoticed among the filth at her feet.
The woman ignored his advances and attempted to direct his attention back to the laptop set out before her.
She laughed despite herself; and people had the nerve to say that she was too preoccupied with her work! Well, she’d show them what fruits working overtime could bear with the right amount of persistence. And let’s not forget revenge, her brain added as she focused back on the couple. We mustn’t forget about that.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the front steps of the office building and began to set off down the street towards his condo. He paused and turned back after a few steps, appeared to be engaged in some inner struggle, turned back towards the office, paused again, thought better about it, and eventually turned towards home with a frustrated sigh.
Well, well, well. So Henry Fitzroy is in love; how sweet. Her eyes gleamed triumphantly with this new development. If her initial plan should somehow fail, she could always use this other woman as a means to get to him. She tracked his movements as he veered left down a side street and disappeared from view. As she watched him, the fingers of her uninjured hand lovingly stroked a small, smooth object.
“Soon, Henry. Very soon.”