Thought I'd add a authors note. I'm terribly sorry for the amount of mistakes I made when writing this chapter so I've edited it, hopefully making it easier to read. This fic will be from multiply characters points of view and I'm going to find so characters pov's harder to write than others, so please just review and let me know if you think I'm missing something. All criticism is welcome. Enjoy!
Jim's P.O.V
Watching Irene's brooding expression in the reflection of the glass was getting dull. She had noticed me when I strolled in and lent against my piano. But she wouldn't acknowledge me. Mmm, I'm going to have to do something about that. Can't have my pretty pets ignoring me. I go to open my mouth and comment but she tensed her shoulders, almost as if she knew that I was about to say something. Ahhh clever girl, was watching me in the reflection. Like I was her. It's a shame really. Her feelings for Sherlock, even if she couldn't see it herself. For someone as ... intelligent as Irene she seems to miss the obvious. It's the one thing I wish I could have, but she would break. She belongs to Sherlock. Pity. Useful for the time being but still a pity. Such a waste of talent. So out of control.
I reach out to stroke the back of her hair, watching her reaction. She flinches. And I just can't help it. I can feel a grin spreading across my face and before i say anything a clear, strong voice rings out across the room.
"Yes?"
I freeze, just for a second before I drop my hand to her shoulder and tear her around to throw her to the wall. How dare she? Question me, patronize me. Insult me. I quickly cool the anger coursing through my veins. Scarring Irene won't help me now. No, not yet. I'll save that up for something special. I slowly let her go, but I can see she's still on edge. I look down at her and remember why I keep her around. Most of my toys would have been a quivering mess on the floor but Irene had kept her face smooth, but I can see the calculating look in her eyes as she stands there trying to be all sophisticated. I let out a long sad sigh. Women. They're all the same. I tease a strand of her luscious long brown hair out from behind her ear and start twirling it around my finger.
"There is business I need attending to in London. Just go, you'll get instructions there. It's nothing big just a few bits and pieces. A game really. I need to grab the attention of a good friend of mine... I pause... Sherlock Holmes. And I think you'll do just fine."
I watch Irene filter this information, she goes to say something, no doubt act surprised but then silence a sigh.
"Could you not get someone else to go?" Irene whispered
Tsk tsk, she knows I don't change my plans for anyone. Hmmm…
" YOU GO TO LONDON TOMORROW" I throw her against the wall again and watch her crumple to the floor. I just can't help it. This is wonderful, the grin spreading across my face again. I carefully pick Irene back up again and she turns away from me. Unbelievable, I can see her face in the reflection of the mirror in the hall, and it is blank as ever. Cold and unmoved. I swear she does this sometimes just to infuriate me.
Her voice, impatient and almost singsong rings out threw the ballroom once again, echoing out along the hall.
"Anything else in particular you would like Jim?"
" I want my jacket back" I sing back at her as she slips out of the room, I see her roll her eyes in the reflection again.
She never makes a noise that one. She can walk through any space in the world and you would never notice she was there. Just the impression she leaves on the people behind her.
I slacken off a bit, rubbing my temples.
I think I'm going to spend a weekend in Paris with Seb, yes I think I shall. Leave Irene to stew a little in London before I start running her into the ground. I'm going to need her expertise with this. Yes, a nice long weekend in Paris with Seb. So much more simple, so relaxing. Not so complicated.
I start after Irene, standing at the top of my staircase, watching her dance her way down. So much fire. No I could never tame this one. Such a shame I have to have her killed in the end. A damn shame.