Title: Fool
Author: Mon Petit Pierrot
Fandom: Morganville Vampires
Rating: T (for safety)
Summary: "Ah, I expected you would say that also." Myrnin marked his place with the utmost care and closed the book, setting it in his lap. "I'm afraid I have to decline your offer, Bishop."
Note: This is centered around Myrnin from his capture by Bishop in Feast of Fools to his rescue in Lord of Misrule, from his point of view.
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Fool
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This sort of torture had to be illegal in some sort of way.
He waited in the dark, waiting for some sort of signal from Amelie, waiting for something. In the gloom he could feel his mind slipping once more, falling into the familiar hopelessness and despair that there would be nothing left, nothing to wait for, nothing that would come for him, but then he grew angry at his own cowardice and tried to break free, only to have the silver burn him like flames along his skin.
He was very bored with no distractions--no books, no experiments, no wonderful classical music, no Ada, not even his perhaps very delicious but exceedingly brilliant young lab assistant by the name of Claire--doing nothing but tug at the chains listlessly, his attempts growing less fierce as time wore on. He would shiver in the frigid temperature as the coldness seeped into his old body.
He couldn't help but feel that he had been forfeited by his lady. Dismissed from the main event to lurk in the shadows and wait. But he reminded himself of his task, how crucial it was to save their town, given only to him because he was the most trusted to carry it out. Besides Samuel, that is.
He had to stay here, in this blasted darkness, to attempt to lead Bishop astray.
With his new resolve he allowed his defenses to slowly weaken, despite his initial anger at having to play this helpless role, with every visit from his lady's vampire father. He had no idea if his ruse was working, but he was giving Bishop what he wanted.
Giving information about his daughter.
And the book.
That damned book.
He found himself wishing that he had never written down the secrets of the town he had discovered and constructed, to leave around for vampires such as Oliver or Bishop to get their filthy claws on. He wanted to burn it, to drown it in flames to let the words melt into nothing.
Such was the only way to truly kill a vampire.
Oh, how he could imagine. He bared his teeth at nothing in a feral grin and laughed softly.
He saw the vampire guards edge away uneasily and grinned savagely at them, just to see them squirm. He might as well enjoy his stay here. There was nothing else to do.
But wait in the darkness.