The only thing I need her to understand is I'm going to commit cold blooded murder on the man who laid a hand on her.
Clearing my throat I ask her friend once again despite my claims otherwise, "Where is she, Gracie Mae?"
"Tell me why I should tell you? Why should I tell you where she is for you to only berate her more? Hmm? What good will it do her?"
"Because I'm going to make the man who forced himself upon her wish he was dead. Is that enough of an answer for you, Grace?"
She slides a glass tumbler on the bar counter and then another. Then she takes a bottle of Irish Whiskey and fills both glasses before she roughly sits down the bottle. Taking the glass, she knocks it back smoothly.
The other glass she pushes towards me. "What are you Snake? A dark knight trying to hide in white knights’ armor?"
Tilting my head to the side I study her. She has a spine made of steel and a tongue to cut even the toughest men. Her resolve is in her eyes. They're windows to the soul. She can't hide the fear lurking behind them. Fear she has for Alice.
And like the beast I am I prey on it. "I never claimed to be a White Knight."
"Then why do you care?"
"I have my reasons."
"Reasons or not Snake you're too late. The damage is done. No one can save her now. She's been claimed."
Claimed. My little Alice has been claimed.
That cock sucker actually did it.
Wait until he finds out that means absolutely nothing to me. In fact, I'm going to torture him for a few hours before I kill him now.
For him to even think that he can claim her and do whatever he wants with her.
I'll cut off his fucking hands if he touched her.
"By whom?" I ask her when I already know the answer.I just need to hear her confirm it.
"By The Crowned Devils Vice President, Razor."
His name is going to look real nice on a fucking gravestone. I'll make sure of that.
"And you think his name means something to me? That because he's a Vice President he has power over me?"
There it is, the hollow dead laughter again. Pricking at my ears once more. As a man who skates on by from the laughter of others, I'm growing tired of hers rather quickly. "Have you heard of what he's done? Do you know how he got his name?"
I want to tell her to fuck off. That it doesn't matter how he got his fucking stupid name. All that matters is his name will be on a gravestone soon enough. "I'm not here for stories, Grace. I'm here because I want you to tell me where Alice Hall is. Now are you going to tell me or not?"
"I tell you where she is and I'm signing her death certificate." She's afraid, the fear heavy in her voice. I'm not the man to quell that. I can only tell her the facts.
"He's already signed it. It's only a matter when the day comes." The truth is a hard brutal bitch sometimes and I'm not one to spare it.
She sighs, putting her hands on her hips contemplating her next move. Her mind is working a mile a minute. She nibbles on her lower lip. A bad habit I've noticed she does often. Her eyesare pensive when they look at me. "You promise you'll do good by her?"
"I promise you, Gracie Mae, that I will do good by Alice Hall."
Because even if I am the monster in her eyes, I know in my very soul that I can't hurt her no longer.
So, a monster I'll be but this time I'll be the monster protecting her.
The monster will be on her side.
Alice