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FIC: Betrayed
Title: Betrayed
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600
Pairing: Vesca/Papa D (implied)
Characters involved: Vesca, D
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Matsuri Akino. No money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
Warning: Spoilers for Book 10; major angst
Summary: This story popped into my head when I started wondering how Vesca felt when he found out that the Count had a son. I actually intended to post it on
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psohdrabble, but it turned out to be a little too long.***
When he holds the dagger to my throat and looks at me coldly with absolutely no recognition in his eyes, that's when it sinks in...
"D...you've forgotten me, haven't you?" I whisper incredulously, as a turbulent mix of emotions roil within me...
Anger.
Hurt.
Betrayal.
"Christ, you really don't remember!" I shout. Twenty years I've spent searching for him, two frigging decades where nearly every waking moment of mine has been consumed by thoughts of him--and the bastard doesn't even remember me?!
But that feeling of betrayal is nothing compared to the one that hits me, like a punch in the gut, when I realize that he really is telling the truth and that he isn't my D. He's D's son.
Which means that D must have gotten married some twenty-odd years ago.
I don't know why I should feel so betrayed, so stunned and hurt that I can barely breathe, as if someone really had punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. It isn't as if we were ever lovers. Hell, we've never even kissed! It was never anything more than teasing flirtation and innuendo on his part, and verbal sparring on mine. But even though he flirted with everyone, I felt as if he had somehow singled me out. I figured that he only did it to annoy me, but still...I have to admit that it made me feel special. Even if I did want to throttle him for always embarrassing me in public.
But I guess it was all an act. That's one of the powers of the Count Ds, right? Their ability to charm, to make you feel special that you've been singled out for attention by this divinely beautiful creature.
I manage to cover my feelings well, I think--an F.B.I. agent needs to have a poker face at times, after all, so I've had lots of practice. I tell the young D in a level voice about how I met his father in college. I even manage to say casually, "I'm a little surprised that your old man got married, actually. Your mother...what kind of woman was she?"
The young D stares at me with a bewildered expression on his face. And maybe it's just my imagination, but there seems to be a hint of pity in his eyes.
Maybe I haven't covered my feelings as well as I thought.
As we continue on our way back to Los Angeles, I find myself wanting to hit the young D and smack that condescending little smirk, so much like his father's, right off his face. It's not because I think that he's a terrorist working with his father; in fact, he doesn't seem to have the slightest clue what his old man has been up to all these years.
No, it's because those mismatched eyes seem to taunt me, reminding me that he is not my D, that my D betrayed me and found another love.
Which is ridiculous, because there was never anything between us. He was a friend of sorts back in college, or at least a friendly adversary, but I never wanted to be his lover.
Or at least, that's what I've always told myself.
When I find D--my D--I'm going to arrest him and lock him up in a cage for the rest of his life, like one of the precious animals that he was always going off about. And when he's staring at me through the bars of his cell...we'll see who's the one smirking then.
THE END.
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I'm actually supposed to be working on my Snapedom Summer Fest entry and May Challenge essay, but this plot bunny bit and would not let go. It was supposed to be just a drabble, but as usual, I got a little carried away. Still, 600 words has to be the shortest thing that I've ever written, so I'm proud of myself! It's also the fastest thing I've written--I finished it in about an hour, which also has to be a record for me! ^_^
I am currently working on two other Petshop plot bunnies, which are sequels to my Petshop/Dolls crossover story Daiki, about Leon's and D's son. (Which can be found here on the Petshop page of my website.) One is about the young Count asking Victor (the reincarnation of Vesca) to investigate his father's past, and the other is about Ti Lung, the dragon guardian of the Plant Dolls shop, and how he defends the shop from a couple of robbers.
Oh, and it's very weird, because I never write in first person pov or present tense, but Vesca demanded to tell the story in first person. And I also have an XXXholic plot bunny that wants to be written in Doumeki's first person pov, so maybe it's a new trend for me.
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Oh and D seems so much less condescending than his Papa.
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