The point of no return
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vigorliTitle: The point of no return 4/?
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obvmluver
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17, eventually.
Beta: The loveliest and the bestest,littlegreenleaf
Warnings: Character death, angst (a ridiculous attempt at that), suspence
Summary: A father isn’t supposed to ever bury his own child, to grieve a young life lost.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, no profit being made.
The photograph used in the banner was shot by myself, but the text added by my friend,pale80.
Chapter 4
Orlando checked his watch for the millionth time. The interview had taken longer than he would have liked so he had to break a few speed limits to get to the “meeting”. Those he was supposed to meet should have come by now.
“Well, well, well...” The snarl came from right behind him and he jumped. “Flower is on time, for once.”
“Shut up!” Orlando hissed. “Give me what I came here for and beat it.”
“Ooooh, Flower’s moody. Meow!” The man who was dressed in dark clothes took a step closer and gave Orlando what he needed. Orlando gasped when this man grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled close. “If you don’t pay in seven days, you will never see your precious daughter again. Have $10,000.00 in one hundred dollar bills delivered to us, alone. No cops or you’ll be finished. So zip your lips.” the man snarled, punching Orlando in the chest leaving him a note with the address.
“The price wasn’t supposed to be that big, and leave her out of this!” Orlando hissed back. “She isn’t part of the bargain.”
“She is now. And you failed to pay me the last time. Don’t you dare think that I’ll forget.” With that the man disappeared into the crowd.
Orlando stood still for a few minutes, as if frozen to the ground. How the hell was he able to get $10,000.00? He didn’t store huge amounts of money in banks. He had his pay checks and everything invested in different places. Until he could convert any of his investments into money, it would take nearly two weeks without anyone raising a suspicious brow. He’d seriously have to think of this all.
Regaining his composure he walked back to his car and drove to meet with Evelyn and Meghan. His hunger had vanished with the ugly news but he decided he’d plaster a neutral expression on his face. He was an actor after all. Before he got inside the restaurant they had agreed on meeting, Orlando hid the things inside his glove compartment. Adjusting the sunglasses on his nose he walked in.
“Daddy!” Evelyn squealed and ran to him.
“Hey there, angel. Had fun?”
“Yes! We saw zebras and giraffes and elephants and penguins and...and tigers!”
“Wow. Interesting day, it seems. Now, are you hungry, miss?” Orlando received fierce nodding.
“I want meat balls and mashed potatoes.”
“Sure.”
Orlando ordered Evelyn what she wanted, for Meghan, too, and he settled for a sandwich. He really wasn’t hungry anymore.
After getting home he logged in to the Internet and went to check his investments and accounts. Nice. It seemed he’d only have a few hundred bucks extra after he had paid all the bills with his current savings. Now he cursed because when he had been a freshman in the industry, someone had told him it would be wise to invest in places and secure his money that way. Well, he hadn’t known that later he’d have big problems that required money. He quickly made a few calls and he hoped those would bring help.
“Okay. Thank you for your time.” Sighing Orlando ended the call. He had been summing up everything he could grab and thus far he had the glorious $1,050.00 collected. He had called investors, those he could reach, and asked them to make quick calculations on how fast they could turn stocks into money. Those investors promised him that in a few days there would be something in his bank account. Orlando tried to find some light at the end of the tunnel by thinking he still had time to get the money, time to figure out how.
He was still paying for his black Hollywood mansion. Media had announced he had bought it and paid two million dollars of it. Sure enough, it had cost him two million dollars but he had made a deal with one of the banks that he’d pay $2,500.00 a month until the house was completely paid for. The due date for the nearest pay time was on the day after tomorrow. He needed the money for that. ‘Fuck, I’m screwed.’ Orlando thought and sighed. Standing up from where he was sitting in front of his computer he called for Evelyn, who was leafing through picture books.
“It’s time for your afternoon beauty sleep, princess.” As if on cue Evelyn yawned. “And tonight I thought we could have a bubble bath. Pink bubbles.” Evelyn giggled and ran to her father’s arms.
Author:
obvmluverCharacters: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: NC-17, eventually.
Beta: The loveliest and the bestest,
littlegreenleafWarnings: Character death, angst (a ridiculous attempt at that), suspence
Summary: A father isn’t supposed to ever bury his own child, to grieve a young life lost.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, no profit being made.
The photograph used in the banner was shot by myself, but the text added by my friend,
pale80.Chapter 4
Orlando checked his watch for the millionth time. The interview had taken longer than he would have liked so he had to break a few speed limits to get to the “meeting”. Those he was supposed to meet should have come by now.
“Well, well, well...” The snarl came from right behind him and he jumped. “Flower is on time, for once.”
“Shut up!” Orlando hissed. “Give me what I came here for and beat it.”
“Ooooh, Flower’s moody. Meow!” The man who was dressed in dark clothes took a step closer and gave Orlando what he needed. Orlando gasped when this man grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled close. “If you don’t pay in seven days, you will never see your precious daughter again. Have $10,000.00 in one hundred dollar bills delivered to us, alone. No cops or you’ll be finished. So zip your lips.” the man snarled, punching Orlando in the chest leaving him a note with the address.
“The price wasn’t supposed to be that big, and leave her out of this!” Orlando hissed back. “She isn’t part of the bargain.”
“She is now. And you failed to pay me the last time. Don’t you dare think that I’ll forget.” With that the man disappeared into the crowd.
Orlando stood still for a few minutes, as if frozen to the ground. How the hell was he able to get $10,000.00? He didn’t store huge amounts of money in banks. He had his pay checks and everything invested in different places. Until he could convert any of his investments into money, it would take nearly two weeks without anyone raising a suspicious brow. He’d seriously have to think of this all.
Regaining his composure he walked back to his car and drove to meet with Evelyn and Meghan. His hunger had vanished with the ugly news but he decided he’d plaster a neutral expression on his face. He was an actor after all. Before he got inside the restaurant they had agreed on meeting, Orlando hid the things inside his glove compartment. Adjusting the sunglasses on his nose he walked in.
“Daddy!” Evelyn squealed and ran to him.
“Hey there, angel. Had fun?”
“Yes! We saw zebras and giraffes and elephants and penguins and...and tigers!”
“Wow. Interesting day, it seems. Now, are you hungry, miss?” Orlando received fierce nodding.
“I want meat balls and mashed potatoes.”
“Sure.”
Orlando ordered Evelyn what she wanted, for Meghan, too, and he settled for a sandwich. He really wasn’t hungry anymore.
After getting home he logged in to the Internet and went to check his investments and accounts. Nice. It seemed he’d only have a few hundred bucks extra after he had paid all the bills with his current savings. Now he cursed because when he had been a freshman in the industry, someone had told him it would be wise to invest in places and secure his money that way. Well, he hadn’t known that later he’d have big problems that required money. He quickly made a few calls and he hoped those would bring help.
“Okay. Thank you for your time.” Sighing Orlando ended the call. He had been summing up everything he could grab and thus far he had the glorious $1,050.00 collected. He had called investors, those he could reach, and asked them to make quick calculations on how fast they could turn stocks into money. Those investors promised him that in a few days there would be something in his bank account. Orlando tried to find some light at the end of the tunnel by thinking he still had time to get the money, time to figure out how.
He was still paying for his black Hollywood mansion. Media had announced he had bought it and paid two million dollars of it. Sure enough, it had cost him two million dollars but he had made a deal with one of the banks that he’d pay $2,500.00 a month until the house was completely paid for. The due date for the nearest pay time was on the day after tomorrow. He needed the money for that. ‘Fuck, I’m screwed.’ Orlando thought and sighed. Standing up from where he was sitting in front of his computer he called for Evelyn, who was leafing through picture books.
“It’s time for your afternoon beauty sleep, princess.” As if on cue Evelyn yawned. “And tonight I thought we could have a bubble bath. Pink bubbles.” Evelyn giggled and ran to her father’s arms.
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Date: 2008-11-21 03:20 pm (UTC)Too many questions!
*hugs*
WN
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Date: 2008-11-21 03:24 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment. =D
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Date: 2008-11-21 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 10:16 pm (UTC)*evol snicker*
But thanks for the feedback. =D
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Date: 2008-11-21 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 10:23 pm (UTC)Anyway, thank you for the feedback. It really is appreciated. I've started to feel like I may have taken a little too big bite... *giggles* ...writing this but if it isn't good enough, then it's definitely a learning experience for me.
Hugs, Luru
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Date: 2008-11-22 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-22 01:55 am (UTC)I just needed him to owe money... a ridiculously small amount and still be in trouble for that. Maybe I'm too eager to please readers that I miss parts of the plot that could be worth mentioning. When I'm struck with a huge inspiration, like now, I tend to do that - a lot. *loud guffaw*