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vigorliTitle: The Blood Red Rose
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mamashope
Beta:romanabunny
Pairing: Vigorli
Rating: R
Warning: strong language and sex
Disclaimer: Not true, don't know them, no profit and no harm intended.
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Banner By:teamane
The Blood Red Rose.
Part 10/?
Viggo could feel Orlando's fear, but he remained unaffected, or at least tried to pretend that he
was.
'You are as foolish, Orlando; as you are beautiful,' he thought slightly annoyed. 'Perhaps you
need to learn the hard way.'
Viggo headed toward his home, he knew why Orlando was afraid. He had seen the two of
them leave the bar together. He also had knew that Craig had once again found him.
'You, my old friend, I shall deal with soon enough. The young one is mine, you shall never
have him.' he thought moodily.
****
Craig was very satisfied with how well the conversation had gone with Orlando. When he
had finally left, he was sure there were no longer any doubts in Orlando's mind as to whether
vampires were real, Craig remembered with a grin. He had been quite convincing.
'Now, my sweet Orlando, I have my bait, and all that remains is to snare my victim,' he thought
as he gave an aduible chuckle.
****
The sun that shined down on the old Manor found no movement to greet it. The birds that
sang merrily outside the windows heard no sound from the old place. But deep within the
darkened rooms, the vampires slept. They were awaiting the coming of the night.
****
Orlando woke to the sound of the phone. He had never been so glad to hear the thing ring
in his life, as it had broken him free from the nightmare.
"Hello?" he asked sleepily.
"Orlando, hi, it's Karl, Karl Urban?" the voice said uncertianly.
"Oh, yeah, hi."
"I'm sorry for waking you. I um was wondering if you still wanted to go over these questions
of mine?" Karl asked hopefully.
"Um, yeah, sure I guess. Do you want to meet some where or we could meet here. It doesn't
matter which," Orlando told him.
"Okay, uhh," there was a pause and Orlando could hear papers moving.
"Why don't we meet there? I have to be on that side of town this morning."
"Let's plan on about 11:00 then," Orlando replied.
"That's great, thanks Orlando, I'll see you at 11:00 then," Karl said as he hung up.
****
A young man found a note attached to his door and smiled knowing who had left it.
Deliver this, was all it said and was clipped to an
envelope.
****
Orlando had showered and made coffee by the time Karl knocked on his apartment door.
"Hi, come on in," Orlando said with a smile.
"Thanks. Well you sound more awake," Karl said returning the smile easily. "Sorry for
waking you up this morning."
"No, please. You did me a favor actually. Bad dream," he replied to the questioning look
he received from the other man.
Karl nodded his understanding, "Nice place you have here," he said as he glanced around the
apartment. The livingroom was to the left, decorated with a black leather couch and matching
chairs, dark wood coffee table and end tables which held black based lamps. It was a nice
contrast to the stark whiteness of the walls.
Karl looked at Orlando with a grin as he said, "Hmm, a bit too much white though."
Orlando laughed, "yeah, well I tried to get the landlady to let me paint but you know," he said
with a little shrug of his shoulders.
"Come on, I have coffee set out."
Both men went in and sat on the long black couch.
"So you have some questions, correct?" Orlando asked as he handed Karl his coffee.
"Well, I guess my first question would have to be; how are you?"Karl asked, giving him a little
sideways glance.
"Me?" Orlando asked surprised by the question. "I'm fine, really," he added as he saw the doubt in the other mans eyes.
"I noticed that you didn't look so fine lastnight when that friend of yours showed up. When
he mentioned that Viggo guy, you looked like you were going to pass right out," Karl said
as he stirred his coffee.
"Well, I'm fine, just wasn't expecting it, you know? But I bounce back pretty damn good.
Okay, so on to the next question."
"Alright, how much are you willing to tell me about the murders?"
"Hmm, I shouldn't tell you anything; I'm suspended, not fired."
Karl smiled, "Listen, Orlando; I promise that anything we discuss will be off the records. I
mean shit, one of them was my brother, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah I do," Orlando said looking at the man sitting beside him. "Okay, off the records.
What do you need to know?"
"Details would be nice, like how they were killed? What condition were they found in? What
connects them to make you think it's the same killer? Is he leaving somekind of signature?"
"Okay, okay already. I guess you've thought this all through, huh? Karl, you know that knowing the truth, it's not going to bring your brother back. I'm afraid it may hurt you
more, I mean knowing what happened to him," Orlando said softly.
"At least it might give me some kind of closure. Fuck, you know when they had me identify
Chris, they never told me anything. Just said that he had been killed and it was still under
investigation. Orlando, I'm a reporter, I deal in this shit everyday. But I put my brother in
the ground and had no fucking idea why."
"Alright, but if this gets out, I'm through, you know that right?"
"Cross my heart; not a word to anybody," Karl replied with a grin.
"Well, let's start with the one thing that you do know. Most of the vics seemed to have had sex
with the killer, though there is no DNA. He probably used a condom. The actual cause of death
has been listed as complete lose of blood."
"You mean they bled to death?" Karl asked.
"No, I mean that their bodies were drained. When the autopsies were performed there wasn't a
drop of blood in them."
"What? So what the fuck happened to it? I mean where did it go?"
"That's one of the things we can't explain, I'm sorry Karl."
"Okay, next question. What was the condition of the bodies, I mean besides the blood thing?"
"Karl, are you sure?" Orlando asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, I need to know."
Orlando took a moment and poured more coffee. "Well the bodies all had their chest cut open." He stopped and looked at the reporter before continuing. "We do know that the killer
isn't a doctor, the cuts were to uneven. When the medical examiner examined the bodies he
found that the hearts of the vics were missing."
"Excuse me?" Karl asked, "Did you say their hearts were missing?"
"Yes."
"Sooo, what the fuck did he do with them?"
"Karl, there is a large amount of money to be made from usable organs. The black market,
rich people who don't want to wait on this list for organ donations. There are a hundred
possibilities. For all we know the missing hearts could be in other people right now. We won't
know the true answer until we catch him."
Karl wasn't looking at Orlando; he was looking into his coffee cup instead when he asked the
next question.
"Do you think....maybe....Well I mean, Serial killers are known for keeping items from their
victims. Do you think maybe....he's collecting them?" Karl asked. Orlando could see his face
become pale.
"Well as morbid as that may sound, I suppose it is a possibility; another question that we'll
have to ask him when he's caught."
As the conversation continued Orlando happened to glance over at his door there, sliding
under it, was a white envelope. He got up and threw open the door but all he could hear were footsteps retreating down the stairs. He opened the envelope and read the note inside.
"Hello again beautiful.
Bet you thought our little game was over; not yet.
Let me see, I guess I can tell you, that though
my next victim might not have your beautiful brown
eyes, I'm sure he'll be just as sweet.
Seems I've taken a liking to blue as well.
Do you have an idea who I'm after, baby?
Guess you'll find out soon."
Orlando hurried over to the phone; picking it up, he dialed a number.
"Hello?" a sleep filled voice said from the other side of the line.
"David, it's Orlando. I just received another note."
"Come over to my place, ASAP," David replied.
"Right, give me about half an hour and I'll be there," he said as he hung up, turning to Karl he added. "Sorry about this, I really have to run. We will finish this I promise."
"Not a problem. Here's my numbers; home and work. Call me okay?"
"Promise," Orlando said taking the number as the two of them left the apartment.
****
Elijah woke up, not feeling well at all. He had been fighting a cold for over a week, but this
was something different.
'Maybe I should call off tonight' he thought as his head began to pound merciliessly.
****
"So when did you get this?" David asked as Orlando handed him the note.
"Right before I phoned you."
"Orli, I need you to think hard, how many guys with blue eyes do you know?"
"I've been thinking about that and I can only come up with two. You and Elijah," he said
the fear showing in his eyes as he finished the comment.
David looked over at the other man, he saw the fear and yet there was something else. It was
as if his eyes held a secret knowledge.
"The victims have all been gay," David said unable to turn his eyes away.
"Soo, that still leaves me with two, right?" Orlando asked with a slight grin.
"Fuck! How did you know?" David asked his face turning slightly red.
"When you told me that you had known about Sean for along time, I remembered him telling
me that he had been involved in an affair with a married cop along time ago. That, I guess, was
you," he said softly.
"That's why you're one of my best detectives," David said with a chuckle. "One little slip
of the tongue and you figured that out. Not to many people would have."
Both men sat in silence for several minutes.
"So, you were married? How long? If you don't mind my asking,"
Orlando said breaking the silence.
"Two years, before I met Sean," David replied, "Cate found out. I don't blame her for leaving
and I don't regret what Sean and I had," he added softly looking toward the other man.
Orlando was standing looking out the window. The sky was beginning to turn orange with the setting of the sun. Orlando turned back and looked at David.
"I think I may know who is doing this," he said quickly, knowing that if he didn't the words
would never come out.
"What? Who? Orlando, why the fuck didn't you say something sooner?"
"I....I can't tell you who but I can tell you this: he has told me that Sean is still alive. I don't
know why, but I believe him."
"Orlando, damnit, you can't keep this kind of information to yourself. He's a killer. He's
killed 9 possibly 10 guys already," David said as he got up off the couch.
"David, I already fucking know that. I have been thinking of little else since Sean went
missing. I can't tell you who he is, and please don't ask, he'll know if I tell you. Then it is
almost certian that Sean will end up dead and I can't risk that."
"Are you in love with Sean?" David asked from right beside Orlando.
"I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I mean we were lovers and he is one of my dearest
friends in the whole fucking world. I know I miss him like hell, but, fuck, I don't know,"Orlando
said, the tears that he had been trying to hide were betrayed by the breaking in his voice.
David gently placed him hand on Orlando's shoulder but Orlando turned and he could tell Orlando was feeling a little embarrassed.
"You know Orli, you don't always have to be so strong. Sometimes it's okay to lean on a friend."
Orlando turned the rest of the way around and David pulled him into his arms and held him tight while at last all the tears of pain and frustration that he had refused to release, had their
way with him. They just stood there while the sky slowly darkened.
Author:
mamashopeBeta:
romanabunnyPairing: Vigorli
Rating: R
Warning: strong language and sex
Disclaimer: Not true, don't know them, no profit and no harm intended.
a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank">
Banner By:
teamaneThe Blood Red Rose.
Part 10/?
Viggo could feel Orlando's fear, but he remained unaffected, or at least tried to pretend that he
was.
'You are as foolish, Orlando; as you are beautiful,' he thought slightly annoyed. 'Perhaps you
need to learn the hard way.'
Viggo headed toward his home, he knew why Orlando was afraid. He had seen the two of
them leave the bar together. He also had knew that Craig had once again found him.
'You, my old friend, I shall deal with soon enough. The young one is mine, you shall never
have him.' he thought moodily.
****
Craig was very satisfied with how well the conversation had gone with Orlando. When he
had finally left, he was sure there were no longer any doubts in Orlando's mind as to whether
vampires were real, Craig remembered with a grin. He had been quite convincing.
'Now, my sweet Orlando, I have my bait, and all that remains is to snare my victim,' he thought
as he gave an aduible chuckle.
****
The sun that shined down on the old Manor found no movement to greet it. The birds that
sang merrily outside the windows heard no sound from the old place. But deep within the
darkened rooms, the vampires slept. They were awaiting the coming of the night.
****
Orlando woke to the sound of the phone. He had never been so glad to hear the thing ring
in his life, as it had broken him free from the nightmare.
"Hello?" he asked sleepily.
"Orlando, hi, it's Karl, Karl Urban?" the voice said uncertianly.
"Oh, yeah, hi."
"I'm sorry for waking you. I um was wondering if you still wanted to go over these questions
of mine?" Karl asked hopefully.
"Um, yeah, sure I guess. Do you want to meet some where or we could meet here. It doesn't
matter which," Orlando told him.
"Okay, uhh," there was a pause and Orlando could hear papers moving.
"Why don't we meet there? I have to be on that side of town this morning."
"Let's plan on about 11:00 then," Orlando replied.
"That's great, thanks Orlando, I'll see you at 11:00 then," Karl said as he hung up.
****
A young man found a note attached to his door and smiled knowing who had left it.
Deliver this, was all it said and was clipped to an
envelope.
****
Orlando had showered and made coffee by the time Karl knocked on his apartment door.
"Hi, come on in," Orlando said with a smile.
"Thanks. Well you sound more awake," Karl said returning the smile easily. "Sorry for
waking you up this morning."
"No, please. You did me a favor actually. Bad dream," he replied to the questioning look
he received from the other man.
Karl nodded his understanding, "Nice place you have here," he said as he glanced around the
apartment. The livingroom was to the left, decorated with a black leather couch and matching
chairs, dark wood coffee table and end tables which held black based lamps. It was a nice
contrast to the stark whiteness of the walls.
Karl looked at Orlando with a grin as he said, "Hmm, a bit too much white though."
Orlando laughed, "yeah, well I tried to get the landlady to let me paint but you know," he said
with a little shrug of his shoulders.
"Come on, I have coffee set out."
Both men went in and sat on the long black couch.
"So you have some questions, correct?" Orlando asked as he handed Karl his coffee.
"Well, I guess my first question would have to be; how are you?"Karl asked, giving him a little
sideways glance.
"Me?" Orlando asked surprised by the question. "I'm fine, really," he added as he saw the doubt in the other mans eyes.
"I noticed that you didn't look so fine lastnight when that friend of yours showed up. When
he mentioned that Viggo guy, you looked like you were going to pass right out," Karl said
as he stirred his coffee.
"Well, I'm fine, just wasn't expecting it, you know? But I bounce back pretty damn good.
Okay, so on to the next question."
"Alright, how much are you willing to tell me about the murders?"
"Hmm, I shouldn't tell you anything; I'm suspended, not fired."
Karl smiled, "Listen, Orlando; I promise that anything we discuss will be off the records. I
mean shit, one of them was my brother, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah I do," Orlando said looking at the man sitting beside him. "Okay, off the records.
What do you need to know?"
"Details would be nice, like how they were killed? What condition were they found in? What
connects them to make you think it's the same killer? Is he leaving somekind of signature?"
"Okay, okay already. I guess you've thought this all through, huh? Karl, you know that knowing the truth, it's not going to bring your brother back. I'm afraid it may hurt you
more, I mean knowing what happened to him," Orlando said softly.
"At least it might give me some kind of closure. Fuck, you know when they had me identify
Chris, they never told me anything. Just said that he had been killed and it was still under
investigation. Orlando, I'm a reporter, I deal in this shit everyday. But I put my brother in
the ground and had no fucking idea why."
"Alright, but if this gets out, I'm through, you know that right?"
"Cross my heart; not a word to anybody," Karl replied with a grin.
"Well, let's start with the one thing that you do know. Most of the vics seemed to have had sex
with the killer, though there is no DNA. He probably used a condom. The actual cause of death
has been listed as complete lose of blood."
"You mean they bled to death?" Karl asked.
"No, I mean that their bodies were drained. When the autopsies were performed there wasn't a
drop of blood in them."
"What? So what the fuck happened to it? I mean where did it go?"
"That's one of the things we can't explain, I'm sorry Karl."
"Okay, next question. What was the condition of the bodies, I mean besides the blood thing?"
"Karl, are you sure?" Orlando asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, I need to know."
Orlando took a moment and poured more coffee. "Well the bodies all had their chest cut open." He stopped and looked at the reporter before continuing. "We do know that the killer
isn't a doctor, the cuts were to uneven. When the medical examiner examined the bodies he
found that the hearts of the vics were missing."
"Excuse me?" Karl asked, "Did you say their hearts were missing?"
"Yes."
"Sooo, what the fuck did he do with them?"
"Karl, there is a large amount of money to be made from usable organs. The black market,
rich people who don't want to wait on this list for organ donations. There are a hundred
possibilities. For all we know the missing hearts could be in other people right now. We won't
know the true answer until we catch him."
Karl wasn't looking at Orlando; he was looking into his coffee cup instead when he asked the
next question.
"Do you think....maybe....Well I mean, Serial killers are known for keeping items from their
victims. Do you think maybe....he's collecting them?" Karl asked. Orlando could see his face
become pale.
"Well as morbid as that may sound, I suppose it is a possibility; another question that we'll
have to ask him when he's caught."
As the conversation continued Orlando happened to glance over at his door there, sliding
under it, was a white envelope. He got up and threw open the door but all he could hear were footsteps retreating down the stairs. He opened the envelope and read the note inside.
"Hello again beautiful.
Bet you thought our little game was over; not yet.
Let me see, I guess I can tell you, that though
my next victim might not have your beautiful brown
eyes, I'm sure he'll be just as sweet.
Seems I've taken a liking to blue as well.
Do you have an idea who I'm after, baby?
Guess you'll find out soon."
Orlando hurried over to the phone; picking it up, he dialed a number.
"Hello?" a sleep filled voice said from the other side of the line.
"David, it's Orlando. I just received another note."
"Come over to my place, ASAP," David replied.
"Right, give me about half an hour and I'll be there," he said as he hung up, turning to Karl he added. "Sorry about this, I really have to run. We will finish this I promise."
"Not a problem. Here's my numbers; home and work. Call me okay?"
"Promise," Orlando said taking the number as the two of them left the apartment.
****
Elijah woke up, not feeling well at all. He had been fighting a cold for over a week, but this
was something different.
'Maybe I should call off tonight' he thought as his head began to pound merciliessly.
****
"So when did you get this?" David asked as Orlando handed him the note.
"Right before I phoned you."
"Orli, I need you to think hard, how many guys with blue eyes do you know?"
"I've been thinking about that and I can only come up with two. You and Elijah," he said
the fear showing in his eyes as he finished the comment.
David looked over at the other man, he saw the fear and yet there was something else. It was
as if his eyes held a secret knowledge.
"The victims have all been gay," David said unable to turn his eyes away.
"Soo, that still leaves me with two, right?" Orlando asked with a slight grin.
"Fuck! How did you know?" David asked his face turning slightly red.
"When you told me that you had known about Sean for along time, I remembered him telling
me that he had been involved in an affair with a married cop along time ago. That, I guess, was
you," he said softly.
"That's why you're one of my best detectives," David said with a chuckle. "One little slip
of the tongue and you figured that out. Not to many people would have."
Both men sat in silence for several minutes.
"So, you were married? How long? If you don't mind my asking,"
Orlando said breaking the silence.
"Two years, before I met Sean," David replied, "Cate found out. I don't blame her for leaving
and I don't regret what Sean and I had," he added softly looking toward the other man.
Orlando was standing looking out the window. The sky was beginning to turn orange with the setting of the sun. Orlando turned back and looked at David.
"I think I may know who is doing this," he said quickly, knowing that if he didn't the words
would never come out.
"What? Who? Orlando, why the fuck didn't you say something sooner?"
"I....I can't tell you who but I can tell you this: he has told me that Sean is still alive. I don't
know why, but I believe him."
"Orlando, damnit, you can't keep this kind of information to yourself. He's a killer. He's
killed 9 possibly 10 guys already," David said as he got up off the couch.
"David, I already fucking know that. I have been thinking of little else since Sean went
missing. I can't tell you who he is, and please don't ask, he'll know if I tell you. Then it is
almost certian that Sean will end up dead and I can't risk that."
"Are you in love with Sean?" David asked from right beside Orlando.
"I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I mean we were lovers and he is one of my dearest
friends in the whole fucking world. I know I miss him like hell, but, fuck, I don't know,"Orlando
said, the tears that he had been trying to hide were betrayed by the breaking in his voice.
David gently placed him hand on Orlando's shoulder but Orlando turned and he could tell Orlando was feeling a little embarrassed.
"You know Orli, you don't always have to be so strong. Sometimes it's okay to lean on a friend."
Orlando turned the rest of the way around and David pulled him into his arms and held him tight while at last all the tears of pain and frustration that he had refused to release, had their
way with him. They just stood there while the sky slowly darkened.
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Date: 2006-03-23 01:40 am (UTC)Thanks for another wonderful chapter. Peace~
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Date: 2006-03-23 02:24 am (UTC)But that's my job...To make you all wait, lol.
Don't worry hon more coming soon(I hope)
loves and hugs.