This is what Private Education does to a Person

William George Bancroft, Historian - based at The University of Oxford, Brother to Patricia Magnus nee Bancroft, Uncle to Doctor Helen Magnus. [Independent, Indie RP blog for the OC William Bancroft in the Sanctuary Fandom. FC is Alex Pettyfer. Some posts could be nsfw.]

[theorgancollector]

The Job that was Personal

[theorgancollector]

Back facing William, D paused only a short distance away, seeming nothing but a silhouette among the crowd with his long black leather coat, black top hat and black cane. D turned to look over his shoulder with a grin below eyes far too focused to be trustworthy. “Just your soul.” His eyes looked human…but they fixated on William as if the very gaze itself was trying to sink hooks into the man’s soul. It was the look of a man who wanted something…and would not take no for an answer.

[mannersxmakethxman]

The answer sent shivers down William’s spine. “What utter rubbish. Souls don’t exist,” he muttered mostly to himself as he turned back to the bar and tried to shake off the feeling that D had left within him. Quickly finishing his drink, he paid and then left to head back to his house. The drinking session had been soured by the appearance of the odd fellow and had cut short his evening. He would now go and brood in his armchair about the meaning of it all and whether it was true. He couldn’t possibly be considering the offer, could he?

[theorgancollector]

The Job that was Personal

[mannersxmakethxman]

theorgancollector:

A soft laugh rumbled deeply in his chest. Moving his hand, the bartender was released to breathe and William now took his turn with the invisible force crushing both his throat and chest. D released him soon enough, the demon’s eyes returning to the meat suit’s own blue. “You could have anything…anyone you ever wanted. I’m offering you life on a silver platter…for the price of something you’ll never even miss.” D downed the rest of his drink and collected his sword stick from top the bar. Standing, he gave it a playful spin and placed his topper on his head. “Think it over some…I’ll be around.”

Clutching at the bar, his eyes went wide as he stared into D’s black orbs and tried his hardest to breathe against the pressure against his throat and chest. Being released was the biggest relief William had, had for a while and he leant heavily against the bar - trying to process what had just happened. Letting out a cough, he decided to give into his curiosity and ask the question that had popped into his head. 

“What is the price?” His voice was a little hoarse but audible. 

[theorgancollector]

The Job that was Personal

[mannersxmakethxman]

theorgancollector:

Grinning slowly, D let his eyes in their entirety flick black. The raise of a hand and the bartender began struggling quietly mid pour as if being strangled. “I do not require you to believe in the Devil…all you need to know is my ‘tricks’ can be very useful.  Why not take advantage..what have you to lose?” Huffs a derisive laugh. “Not like you are actually content with the life you are living anyway…”

Watches the bartender and it is clear that this other, strange, man thinks he has some power over what is happening. William isn’t falling for that though. Not that easily, at least. 

“Whilst that might be true, how do I know you were just doing what you say you were doing? He could have simply been choking on something. That is not definitive proof that you have any powers.”

Is considering leaving the pub soon. Wants to get away from the stranger who has becoming seemingly attached to William.

[theorgancollector]

The Job that was Personal

[theorgancollector]

“The power to change…the power to have whatever you want: who ever you want…I am offering you a deal with the..hm, devil..I believe is the word.”

He knows the human will likely take convincing but is willing to play by ear in that department. Dieter does not wish to lose this soul…he must have this one whatever it takes.

Waits patiently in his chair, smiling beneath an intense stare that never left William for more than a blink…in fact one might even get the strange sensation that he wasn’t even blinking…but that would be rediculous of course.

[mannersxmakethxman]

William scoffs at this.

“The devil? If my mother wasn’t dead I would have thought that she had put you up to this. Sounds like something she’d say. Well, the believing in the devil part. She’d never do a deal with one. Nice try. Go play your tricks with someone else.”

[theorgancollector]

The Job that was Personal

[theorgancollector]

Gives a short guttural hum of acknowledgement and chugs a portion of his beer. “I might be able to help with that…”

[mannersxmakethxman]

Takes a drink to cover the half sigh, half chuckle that tries to leave his lips. He figures he’s being propositioned by the man although that is a new line for him. “What exactly are you offering?”

[theorgancollector]

The Job that was Personal

[mannersxmakethxman]

theorgancollector:

Most of the time Dieter preferred working down bellow with Al and only struck deals as an excuse to come up and visit James…but this one…this job he was actually looking forward to. It had been nearly a month since he’d been shadowing William…strangers, students, servants…or simply hanging in the ether as undetectable smoke, hidden between the strings that bind all dimensions.

Finally the night came and he appeared on the bar stool beside the man seemingly from nowhere and reached over to accept a beer that he had telekinetically poured himself. It was a busy enough night to go unnoticed, not that Dieter would have been concerned either way. “Tough week?”

It was the end of another term and that meant William was at his local pub, drowning away his sorrows at the fact that all his students were going home for the holidays. That his special students were leaving him. William didn’t like the holidays. They were the times he felt most alone; most screwed up.

Caught brooding, he only turned his head when he heard the man speak and even then he didn’t pay him too much attention - shrugging. “Tough life.”

[debracarter-blog]

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[doctorofasskicking]

"Helen. It's been far too long. How are you doing?"

"I…Uncle William? How is this even possible?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

"They don’t seem to agree with my opinions on that …. excuse for a real man that is Samantha’s husband. I really don’t understand them."

[doctorofasskicking]

"Well uncle, I believe that the rest of our family feels, as I do, that there are certain things one deserves not to be judged on. Sexuality is one of those. If that part of James makes you uncomfortable, then that’s fine, but I will not tolerate hatred in my home, especially towards a great man who has been with me through major events in my life that my actual family neglected and scorned me for, if they paid enough attention to realize they had happened in the first place. James Watson is one of the greatest men I have ever known, and being over two hundred years old, I have known quite a few."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"When did everything change so much? When did people get so .... so deluded? None of this makes any sense to me. So, Watson being a sexual deviant is completely fine with all of you?"

[samantha--carter]

"So you're the next in my line. Interesting. Happy Birthday, Samantha."

"Who the hell are you?"

[samantha--carter]

Sam saw the red in her vision before she even realized her fist had connected with his jaw. She shook her hand as the pain flared up her arm, but managed to smirk at William. 

"Overactive and desperate? I’m sure that’s all you were. Stay away from my family."

[mannersxmakethxman]

He saw her move too late and spun a bit as his body reacted to being hit. His hand flew to his face as he looked a little shocked at Sam. That shock, however, dissipated very quickly as a seething rage took hold.

"You really have no idea, have you? How much of a freak Watson is? How much he gets off on pain and humiliation. Loves it. He could never get enough of it with me. There's something wrong with a man who likes to be choked, spat on and yelled at. Got him hard. Do you really think you know him?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

"You get the /fuck/ out of this house. NOW."

"Why, precisely, should I be taking orders from you?"

[xsapereaude]

"Because if you disobey me I will break your arm - that is if you’re lucky - and I don’t mean maybe."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"Excuse me if I don't appear to take you completely seriously. I'm not used to being threatened by such a .... petite woman. Or women in general. What is it that I have done to offend you in such a way?"

[samantha--carter]

"So you're the next in my line. Interesting. Happy Birthday, Samantha."

"Who the hell are you?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

He isn’t going to admit what he did during those years but even knowing the year isn’t really going to help him remember. There was more than one young man at that time. Instead a smirk appeared on his face at the clear anger Sam was showing.

"You’re going to have to be more specific than that. Although, I still state that I’ve never been with a man but please, go on."

[samantha--carter]

Sam’s eyes grew wide and her fists clenched at her sides. She wanted nothing more than to pummel the smirk off his face, only common sense held her back.

"You… There was more than one, wasn’t there? Watson. His name is James Watson. You don’t even remember him, do you?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

A flash of recognition appeared on his face as the name connected with his memories. Then he went back to his stoic mask as he proceeded and understood who they were talking about.

"Oh, yes. I believe I do remember him. I was his tutor, nothing more. Anything else he is telling you is merely a figment of his over active and desperate imagination."

[herevangeline-blog]

"Well, you haven't changed a bit, Evangeline."

"Clearly you haven’t either, you complete and utter arse."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"You usually warm up to the insults. What happened this time?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

The punch landed with a satisfying crack across the other man's jaw. "Stay the hell away from my family, you bastard, or I won't hesitate to have you arrested."

Staggering back a few paces, William's hand flew to where he'd been hit as he stared in shock at the other man.

"One - I don't know who you are and two - I wasn't aware I'd done anything illegal. So I think I'll be staying exactly where I am."

[doctorofasskicking]

"Helen. It's been far too long. How are you doing?"

"I…Uncle William? How is this even possible?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

"Turns out the rest of the family aren’t very best pleased with me. So, I thought, you’d probably make the most sense out of all of them. You always did. That and why wouldn’t I want to catch up with my favourite niece?"

[doctorofasskicking]

"Ah, so you’ve met your descendants then! What exactly happened to make them all so upset with you? That doesn’t sound like many of them."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"They don't seem to agree with my opinions on that .... excuse for a real man that is Samantha's husband. I really don't understand them."

[debracarter-blog]

"So, you're my great-grandchild. How very interesting."

"Interesting? In what way?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

"That still doesn’t change what he is. It’s disgusting."

[debracarter-blog]

"The only disgusting thing about this situation is your bigotry."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"What has gone on in this century? What has made so many people believe such utter rubbish? The only thing worse than him around here is you lot deluding yourselves that there isn't something very wrong with him and you're exposing your own daughter to that sort of debauchery."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"William George Bancroft, you have ten seconds to give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you where you stand."

"What did I do this time?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

There’s a lot of self hatred as he thinks about this. But in the end there is only one answer. 

"….. Yes."

[nonsatisscire]

"I see. Well William, the next time you go about sharing your unwanted opinions with the entire bloody family, please keep in mind that I found the woman you married disgusting and kept my thoughts to myself."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"I really don't see why you all seem to think he's such a saint when he went around sleeping with half the family and God knows who else."

At the mention of his wife he let out a derisive chuckle.

"Well, I hardly married her for her personality or looks."

[mannersxmakethxman]

"William George Bancroft, you have ten seconds to give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot you where you stand."

"What did I do this time?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

"I haven’t done anything wrong. I am right about him."

[nonsatisscire]

"So you truly believe that about people like me then?"

[mannersxmakethxman]

There's a lot of self hatred as he thinks about this. But in the end there is only one answer. 

"..... Yes."