"Now I'm going to kill you both," Jasper announces.
Two sets of eyes stare back at him in terror.
"Well for the purposes of the British military anyway," he amends. "So it looks like you're dead as far as they're concerned. I won't actually be shooting you."
"You are such a motherfucker," Eleanor storms, narrowing her eyes as she glares at him. He's just given both her and her brother a heart attack when it could have easily been avoided had he bothered to explain himself properly in the first place.
Jasper smirks. He actually likes her turn of phrase.
"Strip off, both of you," he orders next.
Eleanor blinks. She already knew he was an oversexed asshole but if he's thinking of some kind of weird threesome involving her brother, he is truly perverted.
They both protest at the same time. "I'm not doing any such thing," Eleanor announces. "I prefer to keep my clothes on," Liam replies, offended.
Jasper rolls his eyes. They both sound so prim and proper and so very English. Even the wild child Princess has now found some newly discovered maidenly modesty totally at odds with her tabloid exploits.
"You can hold on to your knickers both of you. If I stage it so it looks as if I've shot you in the truck, the logical place to dump your bodies is in the sea. So then having items of your clothing washed up on shore would be confirmation that you're dead. Got it?" he questions.
"Oh," they both reply simultaneously.
"So now get your kit off," he orders. "You can keep your underwear on."
Liam promptly starts stripping off his clothes until he's left in his boxers. Eleanor hesitates for a moment, and then sighs while giving him telling glare, and hikes up her dress and pulls it off over her head, leaving her standing there in her bra and knickers.
Jasper's gaze is drawn to the Princess, lingering on her scantily clad form a little too long and too obviously.
"I would appreciate your not using this as an opportunity to perv at my sister," Liam announces primly, as he notes the direction of Jasper's gaze.
Jasper turns his attention back to Liam and manages to wipe the smirk off his face, but doesn't reply. Then he takes their clothes and disappears off towards the shoreline and comes back ten minutes later.
'I also require a sample of the Royal blood line," Jasper informs them on his return.
"What the hell does that mean?" Liam questions, sounding confused.
Eleanor's already cottoned on to his meaning. "It means he wants some of our blood to leave it behind at the murder scene. So if they test it it comes back as our DNA."
Jasper nods. "Correct. Sooner or later, and I expect it will happen within a day or two, someone will report this abandoned vehicle to the Police who will then inform the Army who will collect it and discover from the license plate it is the same vehicle taken from where the Royal family were being held. If there are traces of your blood in this vehicle the most obvious conclusion is that you are dead or injured."
Jasper reaches into the truck to extract a knife, a cup and first aid kit then continues, "unfortunately this is going to hurt. But it is preferable to being dead," he offers.
Liam looks at the knife apprehensively as Jasper approaches.
"Where would you like me to take your blood from?" Jasper asks.
"Nowhere would me my preference," Liam answers honestly. "But if you have to you can take it from my leg," he replies, indicating towards his thigh.
Jasper bends forward and slices cleanly into his thigh.
"Son of a bitch," Liam bursts out with angrily as the knife cuts into his flesh.
Jasper places the cup against his skin to collect the blood as it seeps out of the wound. He lets the wound drain for a minute or two then Eleanor steps forward. She's been fossicking through the first aid kit. She extracts a cotton pad, swabs it with disinfectant and cleans his wound then extracts a large bandage and uses it to bind his wound, winding it firmly around his leg.
"You ok bro?" she asks, her face worried.
Liam's still wincing from the pain but he manages a strained smile back at her. "I'll live."
Jasper moves toward the truck and comes back with an empty cup. He takes a bottle of water, rinses out the mug and then grabs some disinfectant from the first aid kit and pours it over the knife.
"You're next Princess," he says, and he actually looks like he's reluctant to do this to her. "This is gonna scar I'm afraid and hurt like a bitch for a little while. Where do you want it?"
Eleanor likes to wear skimpy outfits that show a lot of flesh and she's already decided where it will have to go so as not to cause fashion chaos with her wardbrobe. "On my back. About half way down," she indicates where it can go.
Jasper steps forward and she can feel his fingers brush over her skin carefully. "Here?" he questions.
She nods and braces herself.
He takes the knife and cuts a deep track through her skin which hurts like hell. She doesn't make a sound except for the sharp intake of breath when the knife makes contact with her skin.
She can feel the cup pressed against her skin, and she doesn't even realise it until he lifts the mug but her hand is now clutching the American's other hand tightly, and her palms feel damp when she lets his hand go.
Next he takes out the disinfectant and wipes carefully around the wound, then presses a bandage against her back fixes it in place. His hands feel warm and comforting against her skin which now feels icy cold.
"You did great," he tells her, talking into her ear in a hushed voice. He'd expected tears or tantrums but she'd handled it better than her brother.
Jasper walks back to the truck with the mugs and comes back a few minutes later.
"What now?" Liam questions, looking towards Jasper.
"We're ditching the truck. Now follow me," he orders them.
The twins follow behind him in the night, heading for a row of cars parked down from them and across the road.
"Have you ever considered some type of personal communication course?" Liam suggests to Jasper from behind as they keep walking.
"What's wrong with the way I communicate?" Jasper demands, knotting his eyebrows together.
"Well firstly you told us you were going to kill us when you only wanted to make it look as if we've been killed. And from our end there's quite a difference - believe me. Then you order us to strip off with no explanation. And then I had no idea what you meant about wanting our blood, you were so obscure. It's like you need your own personal interpreter to ensure you don't scare the hell out of whoever you're talking to," Liam states.
"God yes," Eleanor adds in agreement, nodding.
"I like my style of communication," Jasper replies back, defensively. "It's to the point."
"More like communication at gunpoint," Eleanor replies back, disagreeing.
"That's the most effective kind," Jasper replies back shortly.
Eleanor shakes her head violently behind him, and Liam looks over at her, smiling in agreement.
They've reached a late model BMW. Jasper walks around the car the stops by the opposite side.
They can see him doing something to the door.
"Are we stealing this car?," Liam questions. He's never actually done anything outside the law before and he's a little worried by the idea.
"I prefer to say we are temporarily relocating the car," Jasper replies, smirking, as he opens the door and starts fiddling with the ignition.
"Definitely stealing," Eleanor replies, confirming Liam's thoughts.
A minute later Jasper leans over and unlocks one of the doors. Liam slides in and settles into the back seat, then Eleanor clambers in beside him, still wearing next to nothing.
"You know you might give my sister your T shirt. That's what a gentleman would do," Liam pipes up, chiding him from the back seat.
"I think we've already established that he's no gentleman," Eleanor rolls her eyes. "I mean he's an American for Christ's sakes," she adds as if the idea of a gentleman who is American is some kind of oxymoron.
"There I have to agree with the Princess, though I rarely do. I've claimed to be a lot of things, but a gentleman's not one of them," Jasper replies.
He doesn't just prefer the Princess sedated, he prefers her in her underwear, or indeed nothing at all.
Jasper continues, "So now, both of you are supposedly deceased and I'm now going to require you to shut up. For the dead you are both surprisingly argumentative and its getting on my nerves here," he says revving up the engine and stepping on the accelerator.
The car pulls away into the night, heading for the unknown.
Yeah you got it, Jasper was just staging their deaths.
Thanks to the person who called me an 'evil genius' that's the best compliment ever! I will return to my evil lair to contemplate what more evil mischief I shall get up to next ...