Helene Richardson ✞ Alastair (headexecutioner) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-07 09:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, alexandra morgan, helene richardson, paul shrewsbury |
Who: Helene Richardson (from the point of view of), with Alexandra Morgan and Paul Shrewsbury playing the role of her extremely unfortunate victims (with permission from Rae and Kate. Thanks guys. >.>)
What: The youngsters think they're home free, little did they know Alastair tracked them all the way to the Burrow
Where: Ottery St. Catchpole, The Burrow
When: Backdated to Wednesday night, October 6th 2010 (Sideway's World)
Warnings: Don't read if you have a tendency to get nauseous. (Come on, it's Alastair.) Explicit mention of blood and torture, and two AU!Character deaths. SOLID R RATING PEOPLE.
The hit put out on Alexandra Morgan by one Charlotte Evans had not gone unnoticed by anyone, not even Helene Richardson, who usually didn't take a special interest in potential victims until she was specifically given the job. When Ms. Evans had approached her on Sunday about tracking down her half-sister and teaching her a very permanent lesson, Helene had been more then happy to oblige. Once a devote Catholic who'd spent all her time on her knees, Helene had given herself over to the demon inside of her years ago. That young, god-fearing girl who shuddered at the mere mention of Lucifer was long gone, now only Alastair remained. With a few bits and pieces of Helene here and there.
It was almost painful how easy they'd made it for her. Tracking them down hadn't been a problem once she'd gotten a look at the files of the known Resistance members Briar Hayes had provided her with, it was pretty easy for Helene to make a few educated guesses as to where they might be if they were staying put. Honestly, if you're in hiding, you might not want to go where people are most likely to find you. It's just good sense. Obviously these people didn't have it.
Getting them right where she wanted them hadn't been much of a problem either. Once the demon had found her way to the infamous Burrow and took note that it was only Alexandra and one other person, she knew how this had to go. She'd caught them off guard, and while the boy had the means to use magic, Helene had a few demonic tricks up her sleeve. It had been relatively easy to pit the younger girl against him and get him to sit still long enough for Helene to tie them both up, promising things like they wouldn't get hurt if they cooperated. Then she'd taken out her knives and gone to work.
Just as Alastair did, Helene took her job very seriously. She was thorough, and she made sure not to leave anything out. Wouldn't want any of her victims feeling like they weren't getting the special treatment after all, she made sure to slice them up in equal amounts. And pieces. She'd started with the girl, Alexandra Morgan, and she'd made sure the boy watched as she cut into her. With each cut into her flesh the girl's blood flowed steadily out and she certainly wasn't shy about screaming her head off. It only egged the demon on further. She wasn't one of those petulant hell spawn that fed off of a person's resilience, the more they screamed the more Helene felt compelled to go a little harder. A little sharper, a little bit more ruthless with her jabs every time.
The girl hadn't lasted long. Helene couldn't blame her, she hadn't really seen the point in holding back. Charlotte Evans had wanted her dead, and it was just so exhilarating having an audience for a change. She hadn't been able to help herself, she was by all accounts a show off. With every twist of every knife she'd used to slice open Alex's soft, delicate skin, ruining it beyond repair, the girl had only screamed harder. With her boyfriend shouted at Helene to stop in the background, that had only made her dig into Alex even deeper with every expertly angled thrust of her knife. Alastair was a master of the human body, he knew exactly where to penetrate and twist to make it beyond excruciating for the victim. Now, so did Helene.
It wasn't long before the girl's body went limp, near completely hollowed out and her skin an ashen white. Her eyes were wide open, staring upward. Her hands covered in Alex's blood, she'd moved onto the boy right after, struggling against his bindings and shouting useless obscenities in her general direction. Helene was unimpressed, and had made him pay for every word that left his mouth. "I'm sorry, it's a little hard for me to hear you over that god awful racket you're making. Let's see if we can't fix that, hmm?" Her voice was harsh, dripping with cruelty as her knife was dripping with Alex's blood when she stepped over to the boy and in one clean cut, his right ear fell with a sickening plop to the ground.
She fed off his screams, climbing on top of him to straddle him and using both hands to dig deep in his stomach cavity with her knife of choice. Not bothering to clean off Alex's blood first before she started mixing it with his. She had a variety of instruments on her person at all times, all designed to inflict pain on the human body beyond the scope of one's own imagination. But her favorite? She was at heart a woman of simple tastes, and she liked her knife. It was long, curved, and riddled with jagged ridges pointing in every direction to make each penetration that much more unbearable. No matter how clean the direction of the cut, it left your insides wrecked. No wonder Alex had barely lasted twenty minutes. How disappointing.
He didn't last much longer then her first victim had, and to her great disappointment his blood hadn't flown quite as heavily as Alex's had. Still. Five minutes in and he had already been begging Helene to stop, but of course she didn't. Every time he'd screamed, she'd only sought to dug into him in new, even worse ways. The same way she'd done Alex only maybe a little bit more relentless, she'd carved out a map on his skin and made new paths of his insides. The house was so full of the sound of flesh being ripped open and her victims screams that they still echoed in the empty space long after they were both staring glassy eyed and blank up at the ceiling. Her work here was done. This part of it anyway. She was a demon with a never ending to-do list of people to maim and dark deeds to be done, and now she had something else she needed to take care of.
Helene knew how to tune in when she needed to. There had been quite a few whisperings down below for the past couple hours and now that she was finished with this... She got up and off the dead body with the ease of someone stepping over road kill, not sparing it a second glance as she dug her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number, the blood of her victims covering her from her fingers up to her elbows. It didn't bother her.
"Michel," the demon purred into the mouth piece when someone picked up on the other end, her voice practically dripping with reverence. "You might want to check in with your friend Crowley. Something tells me we might have to revoke his membership." Just business as usual, then.