Her betrayal had stung, stung to the point where killing her like a dog just after her father hadn't even rated a second thought, until she'd stopped him.
Once upon a time, long long ago, she had almost seemed like his saviour, somebody who could help him, but then she had turned into a deceitful, traitorous, backstabbing manipulator who had pushed him into a slippery slope so steep he could never get out. It was not something he had planned to do. It had been over a month since the explosion, since that day on the beach elbow deep in her blood. The obvious stress, the panic riding her hard at being restrained by the man, the fact that she'd stunned the man and not shot to kill. It was her and yet everything was different. It jerked on the ground and she turned and walked away. He couldn't look away and he couldn't move as he watched her wrench her arm away from a rapidly falling figure. Saliva trickled down his canines as he watched, a yearning and guilt warring with need.Īnd then she was there, whole, uninjured, alive. A blue spark down the end of an alley, a jolt of electricity.
It had to be an illusion, a trick of his overloaded, out of control, careening mind. He saw it out of the corner of his eyes and it made his throat close up tight. Summary: This is what happens when a Serial Killer and a Serial Victim meet. Manufactured with machinery that may be used to process Angst.ĭisclaimer: Oh, yeah, they're totally mine.
Also, may contain traces of violence and complete mind fuckery. Warnings: Although this fic does not contain non- or (as of yet)dub-con, it does contain fears of it. Timeline/Spoilers: Set two or so years after the VM finale and at the end of Chapter 3, Heroes. Also contains cameos of some other cast favourites, including Keith, Claire, Angela, Noah, Logan, Sandra, Wallace, Lyle, Chardo's little cousin.
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