Helene Richardson ✞ Alastair (headexecutioner) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-17 18:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | helene richardson, rebecca rice |
Who: Helene Richardson and Rebecca Rice
What: Two demons catching up? More like Alastair picking up where he left off.
When: Forward dated to early Saturday, December 18th 2010
Where: An abandoned shack somewhere off of Route 66 near Los Angeles
Warnings: Solid R rating, this ain't for kids
Helene wasn't usually the type that went out of their way to target someone. She wasn't picky about her victims, and usually they were supplied for her, at least when she'd been working for CORE. This particular target though, she had no problem whatsoever in going out of her way to achieve this. It hadn't been all that hard, once she'd managed to track Rebecca down, all she had to do was wait for the right moment. That moment had come swiftly and by a sheer stroke of luck late Friday night. Rebecca had forgotten her hex bag and a couple lower level demons working for Helene had picked up her trail. They'd taken her, and once Helene had gotten the demon bitch Ruby on her table, she knew it had all been worth it. Every time the girl screamed, a laugh would bubble up in the back of Helene's throat and she'd go just a little bit harder.
Helene Richardson hadn't actually been Helene Richardson in a long time. For as long as she could remember, right around the time she'd become a reincarnate, she'd been more demon than human. The demon Alastair had taken hold of her, body and soul. Assuming she still had one after becoming a demon, she wasn't too clear on that. She also couldn't care less. With a graceful flex of her wrist she twisted the blade in at a new angle and listened to the girl cry out with the sick sort of pleasure that could only come from someone who didn't have a heart. They'd been in that abandoned shack for hours now, and she was actually a little impressed that Rebecca had lasted this long. Helene had been at this since last night, with no intention of stopping. She was taking her time with this one.
"Had enough yet, Ruby?" The demon's voice came out in a hiss, dragging the sharpest point of her blade along the parts of Rebecca's skin she had yet to touch. So much skin, so much time. Before she was through there wouldn't be a spot on Rebecca's body left that she hadn't carved a new path into. Picasso with a razor, that's what they'd called him back in his day. As far as Alastair was concerned Helene was still his apprentice, but Helene was all too eager to learn. She took direction from him every step of the way just as she had with every other person who'd had the misfortune of being strapped to their table. Right now that unfortunate soul happened to be Rebecca Rice. Spread out and strapped down by chains and leather bonds, her shirt yanked up to her chest and her midsection covered in her own blood. Helene's eyes, tinged with white and staring down at the other woman with a cruel indifference. "Ready to throw in the towel? Call it quits? Beg for your life? I'm all ears."