( Cut for Exposition )Quietly, he reached for his SFC and turned it on, not bothering to hide his tears even as he let the venom and steel coat his voice.
When the video turned on, Johnny's murderous glare and Jacob's peaceful face could be seen. Just at the edge, the jagged and bloodied flesh of a slit throat was the only indication the peace was not caused by sleep.]
To those it may concern:
The man known as Jacob is dead.
[...]To whoever did this....?
Step forward now and I'll attempt to not rip your throat out with my teeth before you've had a chance to explain why you would end this man's life.
And then, afterwards, I will make it quick.
[His golden eyes flash dangerously.]If you don't step forward within the hour, I will find you, and the one thing I can promise is that your death will be agonizing and slow.
[More tears escape his eyes as his rage begins to give way to grief and he cuts off the video.
The make-shift wall he'd built from rage and pain broke and grief flooded him, causing him to soak the once warm and supportive shoulder he would lean against. Brokenly, the vampire sobbed and cried out, the pain in his heart too much.
He knew, he knew this wasn't permanent. Jacob would be back....but that didn't matter. It didn't change the fact Johnny had failed the one person who mattered more than anything ever. He had failed his one Saving Grace.] ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
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