Ever After

Klaus clutched the Earl tightly. "You wanker." He mumbled, resting his head against the Earl's clammy temple. His men stood silently around him, guns pointed at Mischa.

Clothes spotted in the Earl's blood, Klaus rose, laying the Earl gently on the floor. He grabbed his magnum from the ground and cocked it, grasping it securely. Mischa stood huddled in the corner, his men dead, surrounding him on the grey asphalt. His aim precise, Klaus fired his gun.

Bullets whizzed, hitting Mischa in the chest one after another. Blood dripped down the Bear Club's chin, his body convulsing and his eyes going blank.

Klaus shot him again -- square in the forehead; his men looked away from the bloody mess. The Major then turned his sight on the curly blond and bent down. He checked the Earl's pulse, laying two fingers on the artery in his neck. He was cold and stiff.

"Take him away." Klaus ordered, getting up and leaving his men.

He walked through the worn door of Mischa's last hideout and into the blistering storm. Out of habit he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips taking a puff. His hands were cold, his gloves still beside the Earl's body.

Snow whipped around him, his black hair waving in the wind. He walked further out, the sound of his men driving him in the opposite direction.

They would have the Earl's lifeless body, soiled with bullets and blood; his stomach lurched and Klaus fell to his knees, losing all his meals in one go.

Disgusted, he wiped the leftover residue from around his mouth with his jacket sleeve.

"You bastard. You promised me I could kill you!" Klaus yelled, struggling to get up. His balance still not with him, he fell back down, barley missing his own hurl.

"Wanker. I promised myself I'd die in Germany. Only you would let me die in god forsaken America!"

Snow brushed Klaus' face, his body getting dreadfully cold. "You idiot. I lo-" Klaus snapped his mouth shut. He wouldn't let the fop win now.

Snow collecting on his bloodied suit, Klaus laid in his white burial ground, his eyes slowly closing. "You better be there, you blasted fop. We have things to settle -- you ruined my suit."

White snow covering him in a blanket, Klaus finally let his eyes close.

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"Darling!"

"You ruined my suit."

"I love you too."

"Perverted wanker."