Author: littlestkitten (saratu on lj)
Title: The Perpetrator
Fandom: Chronicles of a Death Foretold
Pairing: Angela Vicario/ ?
Rating: PG
Word count: 522
Summary: Who really took Angela's virginity and caused the death of Santiago Nasar?
Notes: I actually wrote this about three years ago for my AP English class. It was an extra credit assignment where we were supposed to write from the point of view of one of the characters. I decided to explore the possibility that Santiago was not the one who slept with Angela and to write about who did and how it happened. I edited it for mistakes but not for content so it's not quite up to my normal standards.
Being Santiago Nasar's best friend, I was both shocked and horrified when I found out he was dead, even more so when I found out why he had died. Shocked because I knew the only reason why the Vicario brothers would kill someone and they had no reason to kill him in particular, and horrified because not only was my best friend dead, but I was the reason why he was that way.
Of course that February when I did the fatal deed, I had no idea that my best friend would die because of it. Otherwise I probably would not have done what I did. I don't think anyone could blame for doing it though, it's not everyday one comes across an unmarried Vicario daughter unattended. It was simply an opportunity I couldn't pass up.
Everything had started out so simple too. I met Angela Vicario while she was at the market, her sisters were busy with their husbands and her mother was taking care of her own. Angela had been sent to the market on this bright and sunny day in order to purchase some spices for the family dinner. After all, the market is a safe enough place, no chance of losing her virtue there, and perhaps she might even capture a husband with her beautiful looks while she was shopping.
I did not have any intention of marrying Angela Vicario. I did, however, have the intention of walking her home. It was, admittedly, a short walk with no need for an escort but she accepted nonetheless. Angela was a quiet girl and quite in need of someone to acknowledge her and her feelings. She was overshadowed at home, I learned, by her married sisters and brothers who brought home their family income and her father who was now blind. She didn't seem to be of any importance to her family other than someone that could be married to someone rich and influential. I was quite surprised at the bitterness of her statements.
We had, by then, been walking for a while, taking side roads and delaying our arrival at her house. She told me in hushed tones that her father had a doctor's appointment in a few minutes and that the house would be empty once he and her mother were gone. A charming blush rose on her cheeks and I thought that maybe there was something to find beautiful about her, a sort of shyness that now intrigued me as it never had before.
We got to her house and her parents were gone as she said they would be. Her brothers, she murmured, would not be home for a few hours as they were selling the pigs they had recently slaughtered. She had been instructed to find them if her mother and father had already left.
She looked up at me with knowing eyes and said, "Cristo, would you like to come in for some refreshments?" I paused, unsure for a moment if this was really a good idea or not. She turned her head shyly to the right, and blushed. I went in the house.