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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Thirty Nine (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather is a wondermous Uberbeta for reading alllllllllll this and being patient, too, lol. Readers/Reviewers: *sigh* I�m sorry it�s
taken so long. *sheepish * This is going to
wrap up soon and pick up in the next story.
Which will move a *lot * faster since I have the annoying side bits out
of the way that had been slowing me down this past year. *sigh* *GLOMPS * for reading/reviewing.

Time seemed
to move slow as honey in winter then, Myrtle thought. Richard filled the doorway, Jack shrank in
comparison. Will wheezed softly on the
bed and Elizabeth was naught but a
white and gold blur out of the corner of her eye as Myrtle felt herself moving
forward. Words came from her lips
without her bidding and she heard herself say, �Tell me how you did it and I�ll
be yours.�
Jack
hissed, though his facial expression did not change. �Myrtle, you daft bint,�
he breathed, his fingers tightening on the dagger in his belt.
Richard
heard him, but did not react. Instead,
he was fixated on his sister in law, drifting towards him on ghostlike
feet. �Why?� he asked softly, almost
like a lover.
He was not the man she remembered,
not the studious and soft spoken suitor who had courted her sister nor was he even the grim, violent man who had taken her virginity and raped
her body and soul. His eyes, she
realized, were dead. She felt her breath catch in her throat but she tried to
keep her face bland as she stopped just short of being within his arm�s
reach. �Because,� she replied in a tone
so deferential, it made her cringe inside, �I want to learn. You brought me here from England
to give me a better life�� She saw Jack, out of the corner of her eye,
stiffen. It was subtle, but she
noticed. His hand was resting on his
dagger casually, and he seemed torn about which way to move, towards her or towards
Will. �I�ve been running out of fear,�
she continued, her eyes downcast. �I�ve
been running and because of that, people have been hurt. People have died. Please�tell me why and I�ll be yours.�
Elizabeth
inhaled sharply, beseeching Jack with her eyes to do something. Will clung to her hand weakly, his breath
becoming thinner and his eyes closing, seeming to sink into his skull even as
he laid there. Jack nodded almost
imperceptibly and stepped forward, laying a hand on Myrtle�s arm. �Not so fast, mate. She�s offerin� what�s
not hers to give. She owes me gold, see,
and until I get it, she�s mine.�
Richard�s face flickered to show
the shadow of the monster within. �She�s
her own, you scurvy ridden seadog.�
Jack smiled, his gold edged teeth
winking in the candlelight. �How�progressive�of you.�
In a fluid movement that was neither rushed nor studied, he slipped his
dagger from his belt and slashed in a controlled arc at Richard�s throat. Richard lunched but not soon enough. A spray of arterial blood splashed across
Myrtle, across the bed and Will and Elizabeth,
darkening Jack�s beard and shirt. Richard
looked offended, then angry, his breath a hissing choke as he tore at his
shirt, packing the fabric against his wound.
Jack had cut him deeply, but not deep enough to fell him
immediately. �You,� Richard hissed, �fool��
Myrtle found her voice and
shrieked. The blood pumping steadily
from Richard�s neck was her undoing, life flowing out to stain the floorboards
and her feet. �No!� she shrilled. �No! Not yet!� Jack found himself shoved back as Myrtle
huddled over Richard. �Tell me,� she
sobbed, pressing her fingers against the makeshift bandage. �Tell me!�
Richard bared his teeth, coughing a gout of blood from his ruined throat. �No,� he finally said. �Never��
Elizabeth�s
cry joined Myrtle�s as Will�s back bowed and he wheezed deeply, his eyes flying
open and rolling back in his head. �No!�
Myrtle shoved herself to her feet,
pushing Jack away as he moved towards her.
�Move,� she ordered Elizabeth,
switching to some numb modality where she could function without thinking about
what was happening. She abandoned the
planned tincture which seemed to arise from a conversation ages ago and instead
retrieved a tiny, cloudy vial of powder from the open trunk as she swept
past. �This will be terrible,� she
informed Will, pressing one knee against his chest, trying to keep him still,
as she poured the powder down his open mouth and spilled the tepid water from
the bedside cup after it. �If he is not
any better in the hour, it�s too late,� she informed Elizabeth
coldly, walking with a wooden grace to kneel beside Richard, his body still and
quiet. �You bastard,� she breathed,
though she knew the word lacked the full import of her feelings.
Jack wiped his blade on Richard�s
shirt as he knelt before Myrtle. �Listen,
dove, he was going to keep killing��
�I know,� she cut him off. �I know.
But I wanted to know *why*, can�t you understand? I know how� I understand that. I know what he wanted��
�Maybe you can enlighten the rest
of us?� Jack�s voice had an edge as sharp as his sword as he glared at
Myrtle. He felt wounded himself, robbed
and empty. His friend was dead, his
coffers lighter for lack of ships and treasure, and the perplexing, bedeviling
girl who had stolen any sense of reason from his thoughts was withholding something,
making his insides feel wrung out. �We�ve
been through Hell and back for you and yet we don�t know why,� he added,
narrowing his eyes. �Maybe you have a
bit of the devil in you, eh?�
Myrtle snarled like a cat then, her
hand snapping out and leaving a red palm print on Jack�s swarthy features
before he could even crack a smile. �I
have given you his reasons! Power! He wanted power and thought he could get it
this way! All the books, the herbals and
histories� It took me too long to see but I know now� I know what he was doing.
This post in Port Royal was probably nothing more than a
ruse to bring us all here, his own personal breeding
stock and I was the only one who could carry a healthy one, belike.� She was
sobbing now, her nose running and eyes swelling, but she did not care. �I wanted to know why! Why!� She
fisted her bloody fingers and pressed the heels of her hands against her
eyes.
Jack stared at her, aghast, before
reaching out tentatively. �Come now,
dove� this is what was best. He was mad�
he wasn�t going to stop��
Myrtle sniffed once, hard, and
stood up, towering over Jack and the corpse.
�I know,� she snapped. She
stepped over Richard�s legs and stumbled out into the hall, leaving them all
behind her. She made her way slowly,
staggeringly, down the stairs and finally, after a fumble in the living area, out
into the alley behind the house. She
bent over and was noisily sick in the pepper patch. �God,� she muttered, dabbing at a corner of
her mouth with her sleeve. �How much
worse can this get?�
�Oh,� a low voice purred above her
left ear as cold metal pressed to her throat. �Much.�
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