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Dec. 30th, 2010 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexanderwhiteIt had been somewhere near 8 months since he'd taken Calliope into his home. She was a fine pupil, he felt - easy to teach and quick to learn, specifically when it meant she could use it to exact her desire for vengeance. He had set up a small home in Georgia, occasionally going there to make his presence known, to keep tabs on the men who had ever so much as laid a hand on the girl. It wasn't hard to sort them out - the ones who'd fucked her from the ones who hadn't - because those ones had made it more than clear when the village burned down the Sedant house, only to find its owner had wandered off, by not joining the lynch mob. Too easy. He could read their minds. Where had Rudolph gone? Where was his little redheaded whore? They had to resort to fucking their homely wives and their young daughters. Shame about the latter, but what was he going to do, become all holy about it? He had no room to talk.
But he had a plan. Plans were good. He was walking in the tiny village, hair tied back in a modest black ribbon and doubled over in the tail, so as not to offend the uptight men with their short hair. He was, of course, walking with a purpose. Beside him was a man named Edward, who was one of the more affluent plantation owners in the area, and they were discussing the fallacies of switching from Pounds to Dollars. Dreadfully boring conversation, in Alexander's opinion, but it was lulling Edward into a sense of security, as the past six months had lulled them all into security. Alexander, to the village, was a fine asset to the burgeoning town, since he brought city sensibilities into it. Edward started walking up the road to his plantation, since it wasn't much of a jaunt, and Alexander stopped him. "Oh, I've been meaning to ask, while we're on the subject of gold, may I see that signet ring?" He asked, motioning to the man's right hand.
"Oh, certainly, but I won't take it off," Edward said with a proud chuckle. "Had it made for me in Atlanta."
"Fine work," Alexander murmured, taking the man's hand, and suddenly, they were no longer in Georgia, but the private drive of Alexander's home, and Edward barely had a chance to be surprised by the change of scenery. Alexander subdued the man's mind, and walked him straight up the steps and into the vestibule.
"Calliope!" He called, "I have a present! We're going to learn more anatomy!" He beamed and made the man go sit down in the tiled and, quite suddenly sparse dining room.
But he had a plan. Plans were good. He was walking in the tiny village, hair tied back in a modest black ribbon and doubled over in the tail, so as not to offend the uptight men with their short hair. He was, of course, walking with a purpose. Beside him was a man named Edward, who was one of the more affluent plantation owners in the area, and they were discussing the fallacies of switching from Pounds to Dollars. Dreadfully boring conversation, in Alexander's opinion, but it was lulling Edward into a sense of security, as the past six months had lulled them all into security. Alexander, to the village, was a fine asset to the burgeoning town, since he brought city sensibilities into it. Edward started walking up the road to his plantation, since it wasn't much of a jaunt, and Alexander stopped him. "Oh, I've been meaning to ask, while we're on the subject of gold, may I see that signet ring?" He asked, motioning to the man's right hand.
"Oh, certainly, but I won't take it off," Edward said with a proud chuckle. "Had it made for me in Atlanta."
"Fine work," Alexander murmured, taking the man's hand, and suddenly, they were no longer in Georgia, but the private drive of Alexander's home, and Edward barely had a chance to be surprised by the change of scenery. Alexander subdued the man's mind, and walked him straight up the steps and into the vestibule.
"Calliope!" He called, "I have a present! We're going to learn more anatomy!" He beamed and made the man go sit down in the tiled and, quite suddenly sparse dining room.
