ext_20824 ([identity profile] insaneladybug.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] 31_days2012-05-29 12:45 am

[May 29th] [Perry Mason] Hellfire

Title: Hellfire
Day/Theme: May 29th - The perfect outline of a man
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Vivalene (OC), Hamilton Burger
Rating: T/PG-13

Part of the "Missing Scenes from The Broken Ties" series.

Takes place during chapter 14.


By Lucky_Ladybug


Perhaps it was because Hamilton Burger completely refused her that Vivalene had become so obsessed with him. Or at least, maybe that was how it had started. Some other men had shown disinterest, but not to the extent Hamilton had. Vivalene was bitter and angry about that as it was. And then to add insult to injury, Hamilton had tried to prosecute her for the attempted murder of that police lieutenant. Oh, of course it was his job, but Vivalene cared little for that logic.

He was a good-looking man too, even moreso when he gave a genuine smile. Vivalene found him attractive. Then again, she found most men attractive. But Hamilton was easy on the eyes, intelligent, and not spoken for. (Not that being spoken for had ever stopped Vivalene from trying with someone.) And he had repeatedly rejected her.

All of those reasons combined gave Vivalene ample reason to try to turn Hamilton to her side. She had hoped that by dragging him into utter despair and hopelessness his integrity would crack and he would be at her mercy. Then she would toy with him a bit longer, kissing him and whatever else she pleased, before suddenly and inhumanly striking him down with her death spell.

But Hamilton refused to be dragged, at least that far. And that only made Vivalene angrier than ever. If he insisted on being so morally upright, then Vivalene would just end his life and watch as everyone else abandoned him for the final time, not caring enough about him personally to result in the breaking of the spell. It would be delicious to her, her ultimate revenge for all the humiliation and blows to her pride that she had suffered because of him.

Catching him off-guard long enough to kiss him just once was another final strike. It only lasted a split-second, and she could feel his revulsion and horror, but she delighted in the moment—perhaps even moreso because he hated it.

In the next moment she had blasted him with her black magic and sent him crashing down the marble steps to land at his former friends’ feet, dead.

She relished the sight of his lifeless body. He had learned the hard way that no one crossed her.