A Killing Deal 2/3 Who: Frost, Harrison, & the Barnes family Where: Barnes residence When: Tuesday evening
Frost grimaced at the woman. "Cease and desist. Your voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. How was I supposed to know you wanted to keep those teeth? It's not like you were objecting at the time." Well, actually, Mrs. Harrison had objected loudly over and over again. Frost just ignored that part, and gripped the little girl, who wasn't crying but looking wide-eyed and shocky, a bit tighter. "And when momma gets pissed, her toys break."
Harrison moved between the young woman and his wife, trying to put on a brave front for his little girl. Raising his hands in a placating gesture, he said, "Please... don't hurt her, she's only three..."
"Oh, she's my little contract, aren't you sweetpea?" Frost patted the little girl on the head, and the little thing started to pout. Apparently she didn't like being called Sweetpea. "Because, Harrison, there is something I want from you. Unfortunately--and you have to understand that from my point of view it's very unfortunate indeed or else I wouldn't have gone to all this trouble--you can't give it to me right now."
He wasn't sure if Emily would start crying, she'd been doing the whole pouting thing a lot lately when she didn't like something that ended up in tantrum. A wavery smile curved Harrison's lips and he reassured her, "Emily, sweetie, it'll be okay. Daddy is going to help you." He looked to Frost, "I... I don't understand. A contract for what?"
"Let me explain myself just a smidge better. I am offering you a once in a life time opportunity. You, lucky you, don't get to refuse. At all. And all of that necessitates you becoming a very, very dangerous individual. And how do we make people dangerous?" She asked the little girl, and the baby just shrugged, so Frost announced it grandly. "The most dangerous person in the world, sweetpea, is someone who has NOTHING left to lose."
Harrison started shaking his head, realizing what this... evil woman was talking about. He pressed his lips together, tears trickling down his cheeks, "No... No, please. Please, don't do this..."
"It's done. Your son wanted to play with the puppies. They played back. Your wife was having a toothache. It's definitely gone now. Oh, and she's internally bleeding. You have ten minutes to say goodbye. As for the girl? I think you know what's going to happen to her. Maybe I'll spare the details of that just for your mental sanity. After all. I'm going to need you in working order."
"No!" Harrison started toward Frost and Emily, desperation causing him to act.
"Sweetpea, daddy wants to say goodbye because you're going on a long walk. Wave goodbye to daddy, Sweetpea!" She made the little waving motion while walking back, and Emily copied her.
"You give Emily back, you evil bitch!" Harrison shouted, rushing after them. Behind him he could hear Heather's pained wails.
"I think, if you continue to follow, I might have to remove her lower jaw with my hand in front of you." Frost said, in that cheerful voice. Oh, she'd do it and enjoy it. "Or maybe manually removing ribs."
"Please!" Harrison had sunk to his knees and was whispering, "Please, please don't take her from me..." The man was outwardly crying now and shaking his head, "I don't understand. What do you want!?"
"I want you to lose everything you ever cared about. Every. Little. Thing. I want you to be haunted. I want you to never be able to rest again." Frost smiled, showing too much fang and too little good nature. "Other than that, you don't have to understand." She twirled around, and with vampiric speed, was gone.
Harrison didn't move, he stared in hope that the evil woman would extend some mercy and let Emily go. It was only when he realized that Heather had gone quiet that he knew. He knew that pure evil had entered his home and took everything from him. He cried out his wife's name, scrambling to his feet and rushed to her, checking for a pulse and finding none. Her lifeless body flopped like a ragdoll when Harrison shook her. Noises that couldn't be classified as human were coming from him while he held his wife.
Since Heather was one to keep prompt appointments, someone came to the house in the early afternoon when his wife hadn't shown up for a photoshoot. Since then... every day of Harrison's life was a living Hell.