Susan v. Vetinari: Chapter five.
Sorry for the shortness of the last chapter; I couldn't really think of what to write.
I own none of the characters that I'm using from the Discworld.
Chapter five:
Susan and Vetinari walked quickly through the Palace's corridors without talking. Eventually they stopped at where the main body of the building finished and the servant's quarters began.
They turned to face one another, eyes narrowed to slits.
Susan blinked suddenly after what seemed an age, and smiled brightly. She put a hand on Lord Vetinari's arm.
"Good luck." She said shortly, and strode off in the opposite direction. She paused at the end of the corridor. "See you back in the Office." She called out.
* * *
The Duchhess of Sto Helit glanced up at the clock that stood opposite her in the Oblong Office. *Three hours.* She thought, *surely he couldn't have got lost in his own Palace.*
Susan looked up and noted the worried face that peered through the door. It squeaked slightly and tried to go back the way that it'd come.
"Drumknott?"
The face appeared round the door again. "Y.y.yes? Miss Helit?" It stuttered.
"Have you seen Lord Vetinari recently?"
"H.how recently?"
"In the past three hours, maybe?"
The petrified clerk shook his head, and whilst Susan sighed and went back to glaring at the clock, ran off.
* * *
The door creaked open again when whilst Susan was gazing out of one of the Palace windows. Her temper snapped.
"What is it *now*" She spun round.
The pale equine face framed in the doorway raised a thin, almost delicate eyebrow in question.
Susan turned away again furiously. *Damn the man, why does he always turn up when you least expect it?*
"Jessicca has not been seen in any of the servant's rooms," he said smoothly, "in fact, none of them have seen her since yesterday."
Susan felt the anger bubbling up inside her again, this time to stay.
"What sort of a father are you? You don't even know where your own godsdamn daughter is when you need her, and when you don't need her, you let her wander all over the place!" She shouted, uncaring of who the person was in front of her. She strode forwards so that she was a few feet from him.
"I wonder what kind of a woman would have loved you enough to have a child with you?" She said, suddenly calm, but with undertones that suggested that anything could make the storm blast through again.
The Patrician's face remained impassive, but something in the eyes had changed.
*I can hurt him, now.* Susan thought, *he's not so strong as he'd like me to believe.*
"I bet she never loved you properly, she just wanted you for the money." Susan said quietly, she didn't care of what she said now, all the pent-up rage inside her was taking it's toll; all she wanted to do now was to try and hurt this seemingly emotionally untouchable man as much as possible.
Vetinari flinched slightly, and strode off back into the corridor.
Susan followed behind. "Going off to cry and sulk now, are you?" She called after him. His pace quickened.
* * *
Drumknott turned a corner and bumped into Lord Vetinari coming in the opposite direction, he dropped the papers that he carried and bent down, hurriedly picking them up in any order the they lay in. He muttered several apologies and didn't even notice that Vetinari had simply strode on, heedless of the surprised clerk behind him.
* * * * * *
And I suppose that's it for now. Another short chapter, I know, but I'm finding it a lot easier to write like this.
Can you please stop sending me comments about the AIDS thing now? If you haven't worked it out yet, then I'm going to have to do something in one of the later chapters..maybe doubly underlined in capital letters and *.* either side of it.
Sorry for the shortness of the last chapter; I couldn't really think of what to write.
I own none of the characters that I'm using from the Discworld.
Chapter five:
Susan and Vetinari walked quickly through the Palace's corridors without talking. Eventually they stopped at where the main body of the building finished and the servant's quarters began.
They turned to face one another, eyes narrowed to slits.
Susan blinked suddenly after what seemed an age, and smiled brightly. She put a hand on Lord Vetinari's arm.
"Good luck." She said shortly, and strode off in the opposite direction. She paused at the end of the corridor. "See you back in the Office." She called out.
* * *
The Duchhess of Sto Helit glanced up at the clock that stood opposite her in the Oblong Office. *Three hours.* She thought, *surely he couldn't have got lost in his own Palace.*
Susan looked up and noted the worried face that peered through the door. It squeaked slightly and tried to go back the way that it'd come.
"Drumknott?"
The face appeared round the door again. "Y.y.yes? Miss Helit?" It stuttered.
"Have you seen Lord Vetinari recently?"
"H.how recently?"
"In the past three hours, maybe?"
The petrified clerk shook his head, and whilst Susan sighed and went back to glaring at the clock, ran off.
* * *
The door creaked open again when whilst Susan was gazing out of one of the Palace windows. Her temper snapped.
"What is it *now*" She spun round.
The pale equine face framed in the doorway raised a thin, almost delicate eyebrow in question.
Susan turned away again furiously. *Damn the man, why does he always turn up when you least expect it?*
"Jessicca has not been seen in any of the servant's rooms," he said smoothly, "in fact, none of them have seen her since yesterday."
Susan felt the anger bubbling up inside her again, this time to stay.
"What sort of a father are you? You don't even know where your own godsdamn daughter is when you need her, and when you don't need her, you let her wander all over the place!" She shouted, uncaring of who the person was in front of her. She strode forwards so that she was a few feet from him.
"I wonder what kind of a woman would have loved you enough to have a child with you?" She said, suddenly calm, but with undertones that suggested that anything could make the storm blast through again.
The Patrician's face remained impassive, but something in the eyes had changed.
*I can hurt him, now.* Susan thought, *he's not so strong as he'd like me to believe.*
"I bet she never loved you properly, she just wanted you for the money." Susan said quietly, she didn't care of what she said now, all the pent-up rage inside her was taking it's toll; all she wanted to do now was to try and hurt this seemingly emotionally untouchable man as much as possible.
Vetinari flinched slightly, and strode off back into the corridor.
Susan followed behind. "Going off to cry and sulk now, are you?" She called after him. His pace quickened.
* * *
Drumknott turned a corner and bumped into Lord Vetinari coming in the opposite direction, he dropped the papers that he carried and bent down, hurriedly picking them up in any order the they lay in. He muttered several apologies and didn't even notice that Vetinari had simply strode on, heedless of the surprised clerk behind him.
* * * * * *
And I suppose that's it for now. Another short chapter, I know, but I'm finding it a lot easier to write like this.
Can you please stop sending me comments about the AIDS thing now? If you haven't worked it out yet, then I'm going to have to do something in one of the later chapters..maybe doubly underlined in capital letters and *.* either side of it.