Title: Playing The 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." First part in the 'Fool' series.
Note: 'Playing The Fool' is the new title for this if you don't recognize it, formerly known as 'Fool'.
I have good news: I have started planning/plotting the next story that will be the second installment in this little series that will keep with the theme of 'fool'. So I have two options for the title of the next one: 1) Fool's Misrule or 2) Lord of Fools. The titles of the series will either play off the original titles of the books or reconfigured (to use Myrnin's word =3) to fit the word 'Fool' in some way. And the two titles I have now I like, but I'm leaning more towards the first one, so please vote and tell me which one you think would be appropriate or if you have any new ideas!
Oh, bad news- I had to split this chapter so there will be one more chapter after this for Myrnin's long-awaited rescue BECAUSE one of my friends is borrowing the fifth book and she won't be back until next week. And then it will continue on in the next one. That is the reason it's so short. I am very, very sorry.
- Playing The Fool -
Chapter 6
MANY MANY MANY THANKS TO YOU LOVELY PEOPLE WHO HAVE ENCOURAGED THE CONTINUATION OF THIS. WITHOUT YOU GUYS THIS WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AT ALL! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!
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His body was shaking uncontrollably, little spasms that carried the silver's sharp tongue. He was furious. And scared. Scared for Morganville.
That old bastard.
He had been tricked. Again. For the countless time.
Anger surged through his blood, carrying the glorious heat of adrenaline, and he rose to his feet. He snarled when he wavered under the weight of the heavy silver, baring his teeth in frustration and biting in his scream at the unbearable pain.
He sank back down to his knees, cursing his lack of strength and endurance. The poison metal had greedily sapped away his energy and stolen his ability to concentrate fully for a length of time. He could feel his mind slipping once more.
Fear - for the future, for his people, for his lady - washed over him.
It was all that defiler of dead dog's fault. (1) Giving him empty promises. Abandoning him now and trapping him within the cruel clutches of the silver.
Everyone left, in the end. For their own, twisted amusement. Ada. Samuel. Oliver (not that he counted, really). Amelie.
Even Claire, his lovely new assistant.
She had promised to stay, the little bird, she promised.
A thunderous growl burst from his throat, irrationally angry. He fought with the chains, wrestling against the pain, but he slumped back, giving up. He could no longer see a way out of this prison. He could not break out himself.
He hated this. But there was no choice left. Was there? His lady, his apprentice, his people, had left him behind. He couldn't even be sure that they would come to him.
Perhaps it was time for change.
Allegiance. Yes.
He owed the old bastard something. Though he couldn't remember what it was...
1- this is a reference from 'Feast of Fools' when Myrnin "swore" his loyalty to Bishop. My favorite book in the whole series. =3