I don't own Inkheart, and it's characters.

The unfortunate man the black jackets were visiting had reluctantly given his son for a future black jacket and now threatened to warn the police of what Capricorn was doing. Basta was now back to his old monstrous self we all know very well; back on business.

They of course intended to burn the house but first meant to get the stubborn man outside. They didn't have to wait long because he came yelling on his own with a shotgun in his hands.

"Get away. This is private property!" He yelled, his eyes flashing threateningly. 'I'll call the police!"

"You'll do no such thing. If you do we'll kill your precious son," said Basta purringly. He moved slowly towards the man as if there was no gun in his hands. Basta wasn't afraid of anything, as long it was hand- made or human.

At that moment a small girl, may be eleven glanced curiously out of the doorway. The nameless black jacket caught her quickly in his arms. He quickly fixed a loose strand of hair from her face and smiled at her.

"You have such a pretty little child, you know."

There was nothing threatening in his manner, but when the father saw his child in the man's hands, he almost dropped the gun. At that moment, Basta took the weapon and threw it away. Than he hit the man so bad, he fell to the ground crumples. The black jacket had taken the child into the house, lovingly caressing her pretty face with the fingers of his hand.

The old man screamed, "Sylvia! Give me back my granddaughter." Basta just laughed at the man at his feet. A cruel cold laugh that fed from people's fear and pain. "You'll never see her pretty face again, old man. You should have given your son without much noise. You might have kept her. Now… there would be an interesting fate for her." He laughed again, not giving even a pitiful thought enter his mind.

"You ... MONSTER!" The old man had gotten strength from his anger and almost managed to get a pretty good hit at the man.

Basta escaped it just in time. He caught the man for a moment, "Be careful, Grandpa," he hissed, his eyes narrowing catlike.

He kicked the man mercilessly. The victim fell, but Basta continued to kick him, until the old man started vomiting blood. Even then he didn't stop. He just bend down to him, caught him by the hair and looked into his eyes. He saw hatred that was reflected into his own hating eyes. Even now, Basta had no mercy for the crumpled figure on the ground. He still felt the strong opposition in the man's mind. He took swiftly his knife out and passed it through the man's throat, meaning to cut his head off. Warm blood sprang from the wound on his hands and clean white shirt. He stopped midway through the man's throat as he fancied he heard a quit sob somewhere behind him. He turned as he was still holding the man by his hair with one hand, and the other halfway through his throat.

Ok , I know this was rather gross but I hade to do it. Basta is evil. It's just love that makes him good. Hope, you're not too disgusted with me…