A post-London slaughterhouse piece

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

( What's that? My domitor is dead? And I'm a demented killbot? )

Understand the price, boy.

[seph-hazard.livejournal.com]

I'm always in the wrong country when the shit hits the fan. This time it was Scotland. I'd only been up for a couple of days; took in a court, had a look at some pubs. I was considering an expansion. The Anactoria Arms, maybe. The White Knife. Pubs live up to their names, always, that's one thing I've learned. The Black Horse even galloped across the Thames.

I was surprised that it was Sacha the call came from. Surprised he had the guts. I could just imagine him stood there with the phone, wanting to call me less than any of the others, terrified I might pick up. He's scared of me, that boy. They all are. Quite right too.

My brother is gone.

I'd known he dealt with demons, of course. I wasn't at all sure why anyone was surprised to learn that. Brood I wouldn't have guessed, but then how could I have done? I've fought the Brood too often to notice when there was one inside my own House, and he'd known that. He'd also known that when he died and I found out, I wouldn't hate him for it. Wouldn't blame him. Blood calls to blood and he would have fought tooth and claw for any one of us, in his way, and that is all I ask of my family. The rest is up to you.

Ellie will be driving me home tomorrow, through the long empty stretches of daylight. And then my veins will run with acid and my skin will ooze with poison and the maw of the Crone herself will break through my lips, and so many more will die to pay for his loss.

[Requiem] - Blood and Fire

[lslaw.livejournal.com]

( Blood and Fire )