Derrick's Demise
Part IX
Derrick sighed as Felicity held onto his hand tightly. He didn't even want her here, she was going to ruin everything. "So what business do you hav..." Felicity started. She was interrupted by the smashing of a bottle over her head. Derrick spun around to see Feli laying unconscious on the floor, a hooded figure standing behind her. "Going somewhere?" a soft woman's voice said. Derrick knew it was her, she had come for him. "Tiffani? I've been waiting for you. I wanted to se.." Derrick started to say before he too was interrupted. He saw the man jump out from the corner of his eye but before he could react it was too late. Derrick fell to the floor. Sharp pain jolted through his sides up to his head where he had hit the ground. Before he knew it, his hands were tied and he was being dragged along the dirt, Tiffani following behind him, watching him.
They stopped only once they reached the back of the tavern. Tiffani grabbed Derrick by his hair and shoved him back into a pole. "We need to talk." Derrick said, struggling as she tied him to the post. "Talk all you want. May as well make the most of the little life you have left." she said, kissing his cheek once his hands and feet were bound tightly in an impossible knot. "I've missed you." he said, glancing to Feli to see if she was awake. She wasn't. Tiffani followed his gaze down to the slumped girl then looked back to him. "Bit late for that now don't you think?" she said, walking to Feli. She picked up the limp hand and pulled her engagement ring off, pocketing it. Derrick said nothing. "Derrick. You are less of a man then when I met you. What has she done to you?" Tiffani said after a moment of silence. "What do you mean?" he asked. Tiffani picked up Feli's body and dropped her in a dirty, off-white box. "You didn't even try to get free. She's turned you submissive to her every will. Valgarin wood you know." she said quietly, admiring Feli's clothing. "What are you doing to her?" he asked, suddenly aware Feli was in a coffin. Tiffani ignored him and instead walked to the man who jumped on him. They exchanged whispers then Tiffani picked up some wood and straw and walked back to Derrick while the other man started digging a hole.
"Answer my question Tiffani. What are you doing to my fiancee?" he demanded. Tiffani threw a branch at him, hitting him square in the stomach. He tried to double over but the ropes denied him that pleasure. He had to endure the pain. "You aren't in a position to order me around you arrogant prick. Watch that tongue of yours or I'll slice it off with a bit of broken glass." she growled, tossing the last of the straw over his feet. "She did nothing wrong. Why are you punishing her?" he said, ashamed that he could ever love such a cold hearted bitch and dooming his fiancee for selfish reasons. "Because, oh faithful one, the one thing that hurts more in this world is the sting of losing the ones you love. Unfortunately you will have to die knowing I have yet to murder your parents, but you can watch as your bride-to-be dies. Any more inquistive questions?" she said, inches away from his face. Derrick thought of spitting in her face but the thought of losing his tongue seemed painful and being dyrling, his vanity was an important trait.
Derrick whimpered as he was forced to watch Felicity being lowered into the grave helplessly. Tiffani was given a bag by the man who dug the hole and she walked over to the grave and spoke to Feli for a few minutes. Derrick heard her scream when the bag was dropped into the hole. Tiffani just laughed, giving the man permission to cover her over. "What did you give her?" Derrick asked, almost afraid of the answer. "A bit of everything. A scorpion from Zuben, an asp from Bishani, a wooden box from Valgard with a little dyrling inside topped of with Lethe'Aime dirt." Tiffani smirked proudly. "Why are you doing this? Where is your hope, your love, your faith? I know you have them in you. You are a good person Tiff. I've seen it." Derrick said, almost whining. Tiffani stopped laughing and walked towards him with a serious expression plastered on her face.
"Hope is for those who fear death, and I do not. Love is a false attribute given for those who thrive on another's company, and I hate others. I do however have faith. Faith that your piddly God will refuse your entrance for being such a pussy on your death day while my powerful God laughs at you and your God. Goodbye Derrick. I look forward to our reunion in Hell where I can kick your lying, cheating ass again." she explained bitterly, lighting a fire and tossing it on the straw.
This was the torture Tiffani had been waiting for and she intended on thoroughly enjoying it. She kept her eyes on him, feeding off his pain while he burned in absolute agony, the smell of burnt flesh filling the nostrils of a wide radius. His screams reached even his parents ears who closed their door, saddened for whoever was dying that night.