There was a long silence between them as they stood in the hall, shifting over to beside the door for 4A so they could listen better. Mary leaned against the door carefully, resting her ear against it. Trevor went for a more casual stance, leaning back against the wall with his hands still in his pockets and his eyes closed. The two inside could not have been far from the door, as Mary could hear them almost perfectly. Daphne’s light voice was in great contrast to the deep baritone of the man she was with, and Mary could hear the dangerous purring that was pulling the man to his death.
A silence broke inside the apartment, and Mary could only imagine what was happening. She could hear movement but no longer could she hear their voices. Despite Trevor’s constant reassurance earlier in the evening, she could not help but be worried. There were a few muffled sounds from the other side of the door and then silence. Mary looked up at Trevor as she became deaf to anything that could be happening in the apartment. He remained unmoved, his eyes still closed, his face impassive. It was not until Mary heard footsteps from the other side of the door that she took her eyes off him and took a step away from the door. The footsteps were coming toward her and she did not want to be leaning against the door when it opened.
“Come on in,” Daphne greeted them as she opened the door, moving out of their way as they entered the apartment. She wandered into the kitchen and went to washing off her hands and her knife as they walked further into the apartment, Trevor leading Mary into the bedroom. They stood in the doorway and looked at the man who was sprawled on the bed, his wrists tied to the bedposts with two neckties and his throat clearly sliced open.
“Daphne,” Trevor called to her, amusement ringing in his voice. “Care to tell me what you were planning to do, here, had you not taken care of him right away?” Daphne walked over to them, glancing at the man as Trevor pointed to his wrists and the expert knots holding them to the bedposts.
“No, I do not care to tell you,” Daphne retorted, grinning broadly as she slipped the knife into a sheath. “And I think you should be happy about that.”
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Date: 2008-11-10 05:21 pm (UTC)A silence broke inside the apartment, and Mary could only imagine what was happening. She could hear movement but no longer could she hear their voices. Despite Trevor’s constant reassurance earlier in the evening, she could not help but be worried. There were a few muffled sounds from the other side of the door and then silence. Mary looked up at Trevor as she became deaf to anything that could be happening in the apartment. He remained unmoved, his eyes still closed, his face impassive. It was not until Mary heard footsteps from the other side of the door that she took her eyes off him and took a step away from the door. The footsteps were coming toward her and she did not want to be leaning against the door when it opened.
“Come on in,” Daphne greeted them as she opened the door, moving out of their way as they entered the apartment. She wandered into the kitchen and went to washing off her hands and her knife as they walked further into the apartment, Trevor leading Mary into the bedroom. They stood in the doorway and looked at the man who was sprawled on the bed, his wrists tied to the bedposts with two neckties and his throat clearly sliced open.
“Daphne,” Trevor called to her, amusement ringing in his voice. “Care to tell me what you were planning to do, here, had you not taken care of him right away?” Daphne walked over to them, glancing at the man as Trevor pointed to his wrists and the expert knots holding them to the bedposts.
“No, I do not care to tell you,” Daphne retorted, grinning broadly as she slipped the knife into a sheath. “And I think you should be happy about that.”