Title: Edgington's prison
Author: Mystic-realm
Thankyou to my good friend Rosemarie Cawkwell for beta-ing for me. I wouldn't have published this without her help :)
Summary: Set some time after the end of season three. During his incarceration Russell begins to reflect on the things that led him to this point and is tormented by a couple of familiar voices.
Disclaimer : As much as I would love to own true blood sadly I don't and am just borrowing a few characters for a while.
How long had he lain in his concrete prison. Days?Weeks? Months? Time had begun to lose all meaning and and he couldn't guess as to how long he had or would suffer. As he lay completely unable to move Russell's thought's began to drift before him like spectre's sent to torment him.
"You butchered a human family. My family." Eric's words were harsh in his ears and he could feel the anger even though the words were said what seemed an eternity ago to him now. If Russell had been able his tears would have begun to flow again. He became aware of just how petty his collection was and how his order to slaughter that family because of a simple refusal to give him a few goats had been. He'd barely thought about that insignificant Viking family since that fated night. But now he realised his ultimate mistake in leaving a sole survivor. A boy he had wrongly assumed would have perished after being left to fend for himself. It was a mistake that had cost him his entire world.
"Deep inside my darling you are a wicked character" Talbot seemed to mock him now, that acidic tone of voice seeming to drive a stake through his very soul.
'Oh Talbot you were right. If I hadn't been so obsessed with my collection with getting that damned crown and killing that simple family you would still be with me. I am wicked for ever thinking we would be untouchable for eternity' Russell's thoughts were shaky he realised as he continued to think to Talbot hoping he was out there in the ether somewhere listening to his apologies.
'You weren't even born when I came among the Vikings and yet you were the one that suffered because of my petty actions. Actions that for as long as I am kept alive and made to suffer I will regret. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you my love' But as he lay immobile now another entirely more horrifying thought occurred to him.
If he had been Eric he would have followed the exact same path to his revenge.
He hated, hated with a passion the he could now see exactly why Eric had chosen to destroy Talbot rather than attack him directly. It was a perfect plan that culminated with more suffering and torment than any physical punishment visited upon him would have ever caused. If he could have raised his hands they would have covered his mouth to smother the strangled cry that seemed to rip through him.