KLAROLINE DRABBLE
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Don't tell me I didn't tell you so. I mean it, there is no happy ending at all. Now go snivel and sob and wail.
The Hollowed Sun
“Now folks, we’ll be switching to on-site live news coverage from the crime scene itself, brought to you by Logan Fell—now Hello Logan do you copy?”
“Hello yes, Yes Andi I copy. I’ll take it from here—
Good evening viewers of Mystic Falls, first and foremost before I begin today’s coverage, I’d like to take a moment to express my heartfelt condolences to the victim’s family and friends…..”
Allowing this jackass news coverage of such a sensitive story is just all kinds of wrong, I mean who the hell says ‘heartfelt condolences’ with a smile that could be on a Colgate Ad stuck to their face. I mean God, but more than that, this is seriously heartbreaking, I mean how many more until the Feds up and do something, this situation is getting so out of hand I mean—
“See now that’s not something Caroline would say, she’s not so inconsiderate to start of with that buffoon twattling on the telly and end with the victim, she’d address the victim first, and she’d do it while taking out the pasta dough for the sympathy casserole she’s already planning in her head. Now I’d expect the same from you, but your hands are indisposed of, so is your feet and well, so is the rest of your body. All bound up and nowhere to go, so I’d suggest we take it from the top, and this time use the word asshat, she prefers it.”
The blonde, the ninth one so far, held her silence,
A welcome relief from her nattering, respite he was rarely indulged,
This one, he admits, had lasted the longest, didn't cower and leak her bowels like the rest, well if she retched her insides out, he’d hoped it was out of disgust than fear, the closest simulacrum to Caroline’s ire,
Very mouthy this one and equally indulgent of his whims, and very pliant to his ‘soul’ so to speak, but endearing she was not, the bloody harridan was grating on the skin let alone nerves, the women prattled off such incredulity, he firmly believed that half the things she said she didn't even hear it come out of her own mouth, lips mouthing ceaselessly about his redemption, healing, salvation.
That he wasn’t too far gone, that he wasn’t heartless, merely has misplaced it.
Bloody told him she knew his heart, that she could help him if he’d just let her,
She entreated, implored with such a beautiful beckoning smile on her face wide and sparkling,
Told him she could feel the choking breath of contrition in his evil, see the light in his anger,
Well he expected a more—visceral reaction from within himself to her demented drivel, but he just settled to draw,
He drew a curve exactly the width of her smile,
On her neck,
With his blade,
He remembers her blood sparkled too.
“…..her identity will not be revealed until the forensics department gives us the green. I’m here standing in the woods behind the infamous Salvatore Boarding House which hasn’t seen human activity anywhere close to the area since well, the Founder’s founding days, and MFPD has found the body of the sixth girl that has turned victim to this town’s first and only serial killer, Officer Donovan just unofficially informed me that the body of the latest victim, does in fact, display all trends of bodily mutilation, chemical poisoning and sedation, the last five victims have shown, but above all, the one common feature the body of all these victim’s share even before coming face to face with their murderer remains to be the fact that the victim was once again another blonde woman. It seems that this towns most prolific killer, which is a title I use very loosely since he is indeed the only killer Mystic Falls has ever seen, is fixated on blonde woman between the age of 22 to 50, the oldest victim so far being 46 years old….”
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