harrisonseesall (harrisonseesall) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-04-08 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~frost, ~harrison barnes |
A Killing Deal 3/3
Who: Harrison & Frost
Where: Barnes residence
When: Tuesday evening
The Barnes Residence, Present Day (2000)
He hadn't moved in five years. Not since that evening when he met true evilness in the world. Their screams still woke him up almost nightly and the burning comfort of Jack Daniels was an almost constant companion, until he decided to be a person that day. It was usually those days that found Harrison Barnes out in the woods and foothills taking pictures to send into the local travel magazines for money. Occasionally, Jacob Mitchell, a long time friend who was a detective downtown would call him if they needed an extra photographer or when Jacob was stuck and needed a "consultant." But that day was not was of those where Harris felt like being a person. And why should he? Their oldest, Gerald, would be 10 today. But Gerald, along with Harrison's wife and daughter were all dead. Dead because of a sick, twisted, evil monster.
The house had gone into disrepair, all except for the essentials. Those, Harris did his best to keep up with. That night, like most, found him conked out in his recliner, a bottle of Jack and a glass of melted ice on the end table next to him. Pill bottles of varying sizes, height, and anti-depressant flavors littered it's surface along with medication for migraines. In short, since the death of his family, Harrison Barnes had turned into a wreck.
Frost, on the other hand, was not a wreck. Well, sort of a wreck, in the way that a vampire could be the wreckage of a human being, twisted and skewed and melted into something else entirely. Unrecognizable. And she was in Harrison's house, watching him. She'd been invited in, once upon a time, and since she could just walk in while he was drugged out of his precious, cute little skull? The invitation had obviously never been rescinded. And while he sleeped his little stoner dreams, she started gathering up all the pills and booze, putting them outside where she could dispose of them later. It always amused her to take the things people depended on. It made them... stretch their boundaries, so to speak. There was that one guy who was so alcoholic he drank oven cleaner in desparation...
Perhaps it was Frost's puttering about the house that woke him, or perhaps it was his nightmares, or perhaps Harrison just woke up to take a leak. He reached for his glass to take a sip, but his hand met with nothing but air. The blonde haired man sat up, blearily looking at the empty end table. Strange... he was sure he'd brought the bottle and glass with him to the chair several hours ago. Seeing as the table was completely devoid of it's usual clutter, it was possible that Harris had a short lucid span and actually cleaned up after himself. Whatever, he got up from the recliner and shuffled his way down a hall to the bathroom.
Ha. He didn't see her. She wandered to the stereo while he was in there, dimming the lights as she went, and put in a mix CD that she made especially for tonight, when she was going to tease a very angry man into what might be a very angry frenzy. The sound low, she started up 'Whisky Lullaby' which sounded romantic until one actually listened to the lyrics. And then she sat down in his recliner to wait until he came out again.
Harrison took care of business, washed up, brushed his teeth and got ready for bed. Upon opening the door to the bathroom, the sound of music that he knew for a fact that was not in his collection reached his ears. The man ducked into his bedroom, grabbing the Louisville slugger he had near the door and stalked quietly down the hall. Adrenaline started to kick in, and any drunken stupor he'd been in slowly lifted. When he reached the end of the kitchen and near the doorless entrance into the living room, Harris lifted the bat like he was going to swing the living daylights out of it. He sucked in a deep breath, exhaled and entered the living room.
"Well hey there, Cupcake!" Frost said quite brightly, show off a lot of fang and fever-bright eyes. She didn't look a day older, or a day guiltier of every little crime she'd committed. Frost took a dark green bottle out of a backpack, and two plastic wine glasses. "Want a drink? It's good stuff. You might even like it."
Her face had been burned into his mind after years of replaying the horrible incidences of that night. The baseball bat was lowered, clattering to the floor. Harrison's face held horror in it and he stumbled and backed up into a table chair, pitching backward over it in a rush.
She broke open the top of the bottle and poured two glasses of the thick, red liquid. It did not look nor smell like wine. "So much respect for me. Nice. But get up. I'm here to pay a social call, not to have you grovel at my feet. Yet."
The phone. The only phone in the house was in the kitchen, on the wall. Harrison crab-walked back a couple paces before hitting the doorframe and scrambling to his feet. He glanced into the kitchen before quickly ducked into the doorway, rushing to the otherside of the room where the phone was next to the empty doorway that lead down the hall to the bathroom and his bedroom.
"Tsk. Now that just fucking disrespectful." Frost got up, straightened her shirt, and went after him, yanking his collar and dragging him firmly back to the living room. "Come on, Cupcake. Don't turn your back to guests you know would love to snap a spine. You're just that much of a sexy temptation."
Harrison immediately apologized, remembering how much this... monster was big on manners. He made no move to struggle away from her and tried keeping his voice calm, "You're right. I apologize." Harrison gulped, his gaze repeatedly going back to her while looking wildly about the room.
"Sit, sit." She pushed him backwards into his recliner, and sat across from him. "Now guess what? I have, ta-da!, a wonderful little deal for you. If you get me what I want, I'll give you a golden opportunity that you will never, ever recieve again unless I feel like it. What a thought, hm?" She grinned, showing those fangs again.
His immediate reaction was, "The hell I'm going to--" But he realized half-way through that was he was going to say would be a huge mistake. Then again, this was the monster that had taken the things that were priceless to him; His wife and his children. Harrison raised his chin, glared and leaned forward slightly, "No. Thank you."
"You know, you're a very dangerous person right now." Frost said in that tone that was meant to be soothing and wasn't anything like that at all. "After all, the most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing at all left to lose. And I would like to trade in on that." Fast, wicked fast, her face was right up close to his. Her breath smelled like old blood and tobacco and something unidentifible and sickly sweet. "If you do me a favor, I will give you..." She smiled, "the opportunity to kill me. The opportunity. If I survive, it's on your head."
Surprise lit on his face at the offer. Harrison's lips parted slightly and he seemed to deflat, settling back into the recliner. He then shrugged, clearly a little confused as to why him. The man wasn't exactly in top form or anything, "... Why?"
"I intensely dislike someone. She's... perverted, is the best way to say it. You might not like me, might think I'm a monster? But to me? She's the exact same thing. It makes me sick just knowing she's around." Frost's eyes narrowed at the thought, and a corner of her mouth twitched up in a snarl.
Harris suddenly laughed. The idea that the one thing he feared and despised most thought something was horrible was just... laughable. "You... hahaha, you--" He couldn't help it, Harrison giggled, "You? You find something, other than yourself, horrible?"
"She's disgusting. She's a mistake of nature." Frost looked disgusted, utterly disgusted, but then brightened. "But you! You-you-you. You're perfect." She sat down beside him, curling her arms around him and smiling. "Absolutely perfect for this. And you get to try to kill me in the end. What more could you ask for?"
He didn't look at her, but his skin crawled as she looped her arms around him. However, if Harris made an attempt to move away from her, she couldn't construe it as "rudeness." The man laughed humorlessly this time, "... Death." Harrison closed his eyes, wondering why she wasn't here to finish the job she'd started five years ago.
"I could give you that too." She whispered in his ear.
Harrison closed his eyes at her whisper, the gesture causing the tears that had begun to pool in his eyes to trickle down his cheeks. A soft sigh slipped from his lips at the idea that his pain would very soon come to an end. With eyes still closed, Harris asked, "... Who is it?"
Frost grinned. "Her name is Echo. She's in LA. A man named Giles can find her for you. Here's money." She pulled a stack of fifties and tossed it into his lap. "You'll love it. The first kill is always the hardest and most liberating."
Harrison looked down at the money in his lap, staring at it. Something twitched on his face and the man got up from the recliner, letting the money fall to the floor. He started pacing, shaking his head, and running his hand thorugh wavy blonde locks, "No. No. No, you do your own dirty work, you evil bitch."
"I don't want to." She frowned. "As much as I'd love too, just being near that thing makes me feel filthy."
He whirled, shaking his head head again while glaring at Frost, "Too damn bad." Harrison started toward the kitchen again, wanting another drink.
"Fine, whatever." Frost got up to leave. "By the way, your daughter's a real pretty thing these days. Growing up to look just like her mother." Frost paused. "Except she still has teeth." And she headed for the door.
Harrison paused in the entryway to the kitchen at this revelation. The room tilted and he had to lean on the framework. It took several tries before Harrison finally got out, "Wh-What?" He had trouble breathing.
"Bye!" Frost called sweetly, putting on her runners - she'd taken them off on entering his house, apparently, and put them in the closet - and opening the door. "Have a lovely evening!"
Whirling, Harrison rushed after her, "Wait!"
Frost turned and crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow with an impatient look. "Yes?"
"Can I see her?" Looking past Frost and then settling his gaze on her, his eyes full of hope, "Is-is she here with you?"
"Good grief, no. She has school in the morning." She pursed her lips. "However... maybe we can work something out. If you do me that little bitty favor."
Harrison laughed dryly and very briefly. He paced back and forth in front of Frost a moment, running his hand through wavy blonde locks. Finally, the psychic whirled, "Alright. I'll find her for you, but I won't end her. You will."
Frost looked entirely digusted. This, the woman who cheerfully fed a child to a pair of dogs, actually looked grossed out by the mere idea. "We'll discuss it later."
"There's nothing to discuss." Harrison said, lifting a finger to his chest, "I'm not an evil monster like you are." He came up to her and shoved her out the door, "I just want my daughter back."
"But you don't have her. And I do. Think about it." Frost said smugly, and then waved bye. "See you around, Harrison."
END