Music Playlist - Handel - Serse "Ombra mai fu" - Lorraine Hunt-Lieberson - #Handel #SerialVegas7/31/2014
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TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT PART 7 Two police officers escort me outside. I feel the heat touch my face as we walk through the double doors. A woman is standing outside handing out water bottles. The policemen put me in the car and walk to the woman and take two bottles before they get in the car and drive off.
This will most likely be one of my last trips ever. You would think I'm desperate, afraid and thinking about escaping. But I am none of those things. I have accepted, even embraced my fate. It was going to end one day, I have always known this. Nothing lasts forever. I look out of the window as I see us passing cars, road signs and palm trees. Suddenly I see the car take a left on the middle of the street. I quickly look at the driving police officer who seems to be passed out, the other one tries to grab the wheel but before he reaches it he too drifts off. I look at the tree we are about to hit. One moment time seems to slow down and then we smack against the tree. I fall forward, hitting my head and feel pain in almost every bone in my body. The seatbelt pulls me back and I feel blood pouring down my face. I try opening the door, but it fails. But I don't have to. The door is being opened by a woman. A woman with blonde hair and who is as pretty as I remember her. My heart stops as I look into her eyes. ".. Hannah?" To be continued... THE BOY I wait at the bar in the game room sipping a martini. Having alcohol before tea can't be the smartest idea I'll have all day, but my mood needs soothing. My new boy simply isn't ready for the job and I've been forced into making my own coffee in the morning. He enters and I smile, for I can't deny how handsome he looks in a freshly brushed tuxedo. George must be proud of his grandson. He stops near the bar and waits for me to address him, eyes trying to make contact with my own, but I keep my focus on the television, watching the morning news. "War, war, and more war," I say, taking a sip of my martini. "All the preparations for tea are ready. Do you want me to escort you to the library?" "Where is Saul? That's his job," I say. George Jr's eyes rove my body and I wonder if he is thinking about doing sex to me. "Keep your eyes on mine, please." His cheeks turn red and I know my suspicions are true. I can't resist a small smile and a laugh. My new butler wants... The phone rings to interrupt my thought and I shake away the fantasy forming in my mind. Taking the receiver in my hand, I wink at George. "Holden Farms." "I'll be coming to visit after tea." It's Marcus. I haven't seen him for a few days and wonder what new excuse he will invent to see me. It's all a pretext, you see. "What shall I wear?" I ask, staring at George. He twitches away from my glare and again I smile. How delicious to make him squirm with sexual desire. "Nothing," Marcus says with a laugh before ending the call. Standing, I finish my drink and walk towards the hallway leading to the library. George follows at a polite distance and I wonder if he is eye fucking me. Swaying my hips, I give him a show and look over my shoulder at him. "If you are going to escort me, best do it by my side," I say, stopping to wait for him. I extend my arm and link it through his, dragging him along the marble passage. Enjoying the warmth of his body against mine, I do not see George Sr waiting by the library entrance. Before he speaks, he removes Jr's arm from mine. "Do try to keep your hands off the boss, please," George Sr says with a low chuckle. Turning to me, "There is someone waiting in the library." I sigh and allow my shoulders to slump. George knows how much I dislike surprises. "Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?" Clearing his throat, George glances at his grandson before speaking. "There is a boy waiting for you." "A boy? Another butler?" I ask, laughing. Soon I'll have so many butlers there won't be a spare moment to myself. "A reporter." 
TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT PART 6 I sit in the interrogation room. Breathless waiting for someone to walk in. I've been in this position once before, but it was planned. This was not. I have no idea what they have on me and what is going to happen next.
I hear the door. Angel and Quinn walk in. As the pass the table, they leave a cup of coffee on the table for me. I look at them in silence. Angel is the first one to talk "Dexter.. Do you know why you are here?" "No." I answer quite honestly, because I'm not sure yet. Angel opens up a case file and I see a picture of Jason Thomson. "Do you know this man" "No." I answer again, a little less honest this time. "His name is Jason Thomson. He has been murdered." I frown and act as confused as I can. "What does that have anything to do with me?" "He was killed the same day you were hospitalized. And also.." Angel pauses for a second. ".. Your car was found next to the buidling he was killed in. And so were you, very close to that same location." Though I expected it, it does come as a shock. How am I going to talk my way out of this one? Angel looks me right in the eyes. "Explain." I open my mouth but my mouth feels so dry that no sound comes out. I clear my throat, take a sip of coffee and try again. "I uhm.. I wish I could. Everything is just such a blur." Great answer, Dexter. I'm sure they'll let you go now. I gotta focus. But no matter how much I think, I can't think of something. Quinn finally starts talking. "Stop fucking lying. You are going to explain to us what you and your car were doing at that location right now!" I never really liked Quinn, but now it's going to whole new levels. I take a deep breath before I answer. "Okay, okay.. I uh..." My thoughts have never gone so fast. I think of every single possibility, and the words I choose even surprise me. "... Yes.. I killed Jason Thomson." Batista takes a few steps back in shock. Quinn gives me an 'I knew it' look. Congratulations, Quinn, you were right about me all along. After a while Batista decides to talk. "W.. Why..?" It's time to stop hiding and face the end. I have nothing left to live for, so why bother? "Because.. I'm the Bay Harbor Butcher." Batista looks like he's having a heart attack himself. Even Quinn's face turns pale. But I don't care about their faces, I only care about the other face, I see standing behind them. Harry's face. Harry who looks at me sad, but at the same time proud. A face that says: 'It is going to be alright, son.' And all my fear and doubts disappear. I hear a door opening and feel hands grabbing my arms and lift me out of the chair. Before I know it I'm being escorted out. I walk down the hallway, seeing the faces of Masuka, Miller and even Matthews. But I stopped thinking about those things. For some reason the song 'Born Free' is playing in my head. As if it's Brian sending a message. I know it sounds odd, but I have a feeling that both Harry and Brian are walking right beside me as I am going toward the end. And it feels good. To be continued... I sit at my desk alone waiting for the words to arrive. Can inspiration rescue me from the sadness eating my insides? i can feel the blues seeping into my skin, dragging me into a nightmare of regret. ...even this will change. no matter how low i am today, tomorrow will bring fresh misery. 
This storm is happening now and that pic was from moments ago. I'll relax with music and listen to the screams of those... caught in the storm 
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