AN/ I know it's pretty short but just be proud that I've started writing
again......though I'm not sure how long this will last mainly due to computer
and time problems
"Why should I tell you anything?' She sneered at me. Not the best start to the conversation, but I was determined to find out the whole truth, even if it meant killing everyone in the building, including her. Kareswen had never been the most patient of all people. She demanded things to happen immediately, no matter what they were. And if she didn't get want she wanted, then heads would usually roll. She was hated and despised by all who had the misfortune to have met her. The only reason I had lasted this long was due to the fact that I spent little to no time there. Staying instead anywhere other than that hovel. I even returned home for a short while, giving ample evidence of my dislike of that place and all who dwelt there.
So with my best smile I replied simply "If you and everyone you know and love wish to live past the next day or so you will tell me!"
She laughed a high and shrill laugh as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Again, why should I tell you anything? You are nothing. Plus you belong to me and so I don't have to tell you bloody anything." she spat. Her eyes glinted with malice, as though she was denying me something that I greatly sought. True, I did seek the answer with some curiosity; however I have never been denied anything in my long life so I wasn't going to take this lying down. Hell, I wasn't going to take it standing up. I'd get what I wanted out of her no matter what.
It was my turn to laugh this time. I, an elf, crowned prince of Mirkwood...nothing. Hardly! "Me? Property of some third rate moral whore? Not even in your wildest fantasies, bitch! But I'll make this simple enough for even you to understand." I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall behind me "If you want to keep your head you'll tell me why you're treating me like utter crap when it was me that put you where you are." My tone was casual, the way you talk when you mean every single word you speak. Like you know what you are saying is the truth. Plus, I had to keep my words simple for her to understand. She wasn't the brightest of all the mortals I've ever met. This is to say rather astonishing as I've met quite a few.
She snorted "An idol threat elf, I've heard you use them before but I've yet to see you act upon them. Honestly, I don't think you have balls to!" I simply looked at her. "You work here, therefore you ARE mine and I can do what I wish with you."
By the time she'd finished her sentence, there was a dagger wobbling in the wall with a lock of her hair attached to it. I wasn't going to stand for what she was saying. Why should I take this sort of crap from someone under me? Well I didn't. But first I wanted some fun.
I watched the anger and hatred wash over her face, though with some satisfaction I saw that the hand she reached up to touch where her hair had gone was shaking slightly. It was beautiful to watch. To see someone you dislike boil up like that. Almost ready to explode. "Do not assume that you know me, or what I am capable of." I spoke to her as though she were nothing but an insolent child, which, in all fairness she was.
She reached under her desk and pulled out a dagger from somewhere, I wasn't sure where and nor did I care. I knew that even she wouldn't be able to wield its small blade. She was so unlike her mother. Deollyn had tried to teach her to fight, to just be able to defend herself, as the need would arise and she knew it. But Kareswen was unwilling to learn and although anger can help, it's not substitute years of fighting experience and skill. If it were then Haldir would be unstoppable.
"Bastard" she spat at me with a large amount of venom in her tone. She rushed forward with dagger out to thrust it into my chest. But she was way too slow, a quick sidestep meant that she moved too far and her wrist was easy to grab. With a sharp twist the dagger lay in my hand and with the other I pushed her a little way backwards. I tutted at her and shook my head mockingly. "Pitiful I guess you now wish that you'd heeded your mother's teachings about the art of fighting." I lifted the knife up and examined it "But even then you wouldn't have posed much of a threat or been a match for me" I threw the dagger down at her feet, it landed just in front of her, quivering slightly at the impact with floor.
Walking slowly up to her, I stood very close to her, but without any physical contact. I thought it would be best to use a little sexual persuasion, but not too much. "This is the last time I will ask this. Tell me why you have been treating me like crap after all I've done for you, after all that money that I've brought you and that's more than anyone else here. And more that you could possibly spend in your insignificant little existence?"
She stared at me, furious, as though I shouldn't have uttered money in front of her. She began to speak, though it was little more than a whisper though every syllable was drenched in loathing. "Because my mother desired you." That was all she said. I waited for about a minute or so for her to continue her reasoning, but it never came. "And......." I prompted her.
"She loved you more than me, more than my father, more than anyone else. She never had time for anyone else other than you." I have to say that out of all the possible responses that could have been given, that was the one I expected the least. But also I found it most ridiculous at first. Though on closer inspection of what she said it revealed the reasoning behind what she had done. Revenge. She blamed me for her shortcomings, for the reason she moped around all alone and didn't do or learn anything and she was convinced I had to pay for that. That's the reason why there's so much violence in the world of men. Revenge.
"Why should I tell you anything?' She sneered at me. Not the best start to the conversation, but I was determined to find out the whole truth, even if it meant killing everyone in the building, including her. Kareswen had never been the most patient of all people. She demanded things to happen immediately, no matter what they were. And if she didn't get want she wanted, then heads would usually roll. She was hated and despised by all who had the misfortune to have met her. The only reason I had lasted this long was due to the fact that I spent little to no time there. Staying instead anywhere other than that hovel. I even returned home for a short while, giving ample evidence of my dislike of that place and all who dwelt there.
So with my best smile I replied simply "If you and everyone you know and love wish to live past the next day or so you will tell me!"
She laughed a high and shrill laugh as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Again, why should I tell you anything? You are nothing. Plus you belong to me and so I don't have to tell you bloody anything." she spat. Her eyes glinted with malice, as though she was denying me something that I greatly sought. True, I did seek the answer with some curiosity; however I have never been denied anything in my long life so I wasn't going to take this lying down. Hell, I wasn't going to take it standing up. I'd get what I wanted out of her no matter what.
It was my turn to laugh this time. I, an elf, crowned prince of Mirkwood...nothing. Hardly! "Me? Property of some third rate moral whore? Not even in your wildest fantasies, bitch! But I'll make this simple enough for even you to understand." I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall behind me "If you want to keep your head you'll tell me why you're treating me like utter crap when it was me that put you where you are." My tone was casual, the way you talk when you mean every single word you speak. Like you know what you are saying is the truth. Plus, I had to keep my words simple for her to understand. She wasn't the brightest of all the mortals I've ever met. This is to say rather astonishing as I've met quite a few.
She snorted "An idol threat elf, I've heard you use them before but I've yet to see you act upon them. Honestly, I don't think you have balls to!" I simply looked at her. "You work here, therefore you ARE mine and I can do what I wish with you."
By the time she'd finished her sentence, there was a dagger wobbling in the wall with a lock of her hair attached to it. I wasn't going to stand for what she was saying. Why should I take this sort of crap from someone under me? Well I didn't. But first I wanted some fun.
I watched the anger and hatred wash over her face, though with some satisfaction I saw that the hand she reached up to touch where her hair had gone was shaking slightly. It was beautiful to watch. To see someone you dislike boil up like that. Almost ready to explode. "Do not assume that you know me, or what I am capable of." I spoke to her as though she were nothing but an insolent child, which, in all fairness she was.
She reached under her desk and pulled out a dagger from somewhere, I wasn't sure where and nor did I care. I knew that even she wouldn't be able to wield its small blade. She was so unlike her mother. Deollyn had tried to teach her to fight, to just be able to defend herself, as the need would arise and she knew it. But Kareswen was unwilling to learn and although anger can help, it's not substitute years of fighting experience and skill. If it were then Haldir would be unstoppable.
"Bastard" she spat at me with a large amount of venom in her tone. She rushed forward with dagger out to thrust it into my chest. But she was way too slow, a quick sidestep meant that she moved too far and her wrist was easy to grab. With a sharp twist the dagger lay in my hand and with the other I pushed her a little way backwards. I tutted at her and shook my head mockingly. "Pitiful I guess you now wish that you'd heeded your mother's teachings about the art of fighting." I lifted the knife up and examined it "But even then you wouldn't have posed much of a threat or been a match for me" I threw the dagger down at her feet, it landed just in front of her, quivering slightly at the impact with floor.
Walking slowly up to her, I stood very close to her, but without any physical contact. I thought it would be best to use a little sexual persuasion, but not too much. "This is the last time I will ask this. Tell me why you have been treating me like crap after all I've done for you, after all that money that I've brought you and that's more than anyone else here. And more that you could possibly spend in your insignificant little existence?"
She stared at me, furious, as though I shouldn't have uttered money in front of her. She began to speak, though it was little more than a whisper though every syllable was drenched in loathing. "Because my mother desired you." That was all she said. I waited for about a minute or so for her to continue her reasoning, but it never came. "And......." I prompted her.
"She loved you more than me, more than my father, more than anyone else. She never had time for anyone else other than you." I have to say that out of all the possible responses that could have been given, that was the one I expected the least. But also I found it most ridiculous at first. Though on closer inspection of what she said it revealed the reasoning behind what she had done. Revenge. She blamed me for her shortcomings, for the reason she moped around all alone and didn't do or learn anything and she was convinced I had to pay for that. That's the reason why there's so much violence in the world of men. Revenge.
