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Title: Mad To Live
Author: EA Karras
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Written for: Isabeau in the Yuletide 2004 Challenge
He didn't care what /she/ thought of it. Working for the Queen wasn't that much different than working for anyone else. He got more meat and more...affection working for the Queen than he ever had on his own. Sure, he didn't have Virginia. But....what did that matter? He'd have her soon enough. Between his teeth and in his belly. Teach her to leave him. Teach all of them.
He knew The Queen was evil. He knew what he was doing was not working for the greater good of anyone, not even himself. In the long run, this would all be a bad, bad thing.
Him, he didn't care about any of that tripe. He liked the rush he got when he did these things. The way it made him feel. It made his blood boil. He loved the kill. He loved /to/ kill. He loved the things that he saw. It was...wonderful.
His love would not like it at all. But he didn't care. So what if she hated him? So what if she wanted to leave?
She never would. They wouldn't let her. He wouldn't let her. He /wanted/ her.
And thanks to his Queen, he /always/ got what he wanted.
yuletideTitle: Mad To Live
Author: EA Karras
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Written for: Isabeau in the Yuletide 2004 Challenge
He didn't care what /she/ thought of it. Working for the Queen wasn't that much different than working for anyone else. He got more meat and more...affection working for the Queen than he ever had on his own. Sure, he didn't have Virginia. But....what did that matter? He'd have her soon enough. Between his teeth and in his belly. Teach her to leave him. Teach all of them.
He knew The Queen was evil. He knew what he was doing was not working for the greater good of anyone, not even himself. In the long run, this would all be a bad, bad thing.
Him, he didn't care about any of that tripe. He liked the rush he got when he did these things. The way it made him feel. It made his blood boil. He loved the kill. He loved /to/ kill. He loved the things that he saw. It was...wonderful.
His love would not like it at all. But he didn't care. So what if she hated him? So what if she wanted to leave?
She never would. They wouldn't let her. He wouldn't let her. He /wanted/ her.
And thanks to his Queen, he /always/ got what he wanted.
